#two chaos bis in banter love?

[removeoffthecraudestoppers]

Adaptations of Much Ado I'd like to see:

Hero and Claudio are still young, but Benedick and Beatrice are much older. "I know you of old" carries literal decades of meaning. Beatrice going on about men with beards or without gets even funnier. Benedick resigning from the Prince's service is a huge deal because he's served for a very long time. Having a different sworn brother every week is super cringe. "The world must be peopled", Beatrice is 20 years post menopause.

Or, the flip side. B&B are super young. They keep talking about being sworn off love for life but they're like 20. Their feud probably goes back to one of them throwing sand at the other in primary school.

#much ado about nothing #much ado #shakespeare shitposting #benedick and beatrice #two chaos bis in banter love? #chaos fail bisexuals

[andieperrie18]

champagne problems

A/n: I'm a horrible writer, I know. I just deleted the original one again cause its far from the plot that I had intended. I'm really sorry. I just love hurting myself with my own writing. I don't dislike Ada, I just needed plot and basically vent the pain I put myself though while reading some angsty Leon fics. But here it is chapter one, the official chapter one of i don't know how many. Pray for me guys. Please bear with my english and grammar, I'm no English proficiency professor. For now feel my pain.

Warnings: Angst, Confrontation, Hurt no Comfort, just pain I guess, I don't know if its really angsty

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (post re 6)

Series: that vacation you're looking for

Y/n could only watch her fiance run through chaos and debris just to get to the woman red. The woman she's been competing with ever since she first found out her with Leon, even though she shouldn't. But when you're significant, others aren't really doing a great job of reassuring their fiance for their constant interaction with the woman in red. It didn't help that Y/n and Leon were partners therefore encounters with Ada were prone to happen at a few missions. 

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Y/n's fingertips glide deeply over her forehead, her lips releasing a rather long sigh as if she's carrying a rather heavy weight over her back. It didn't help that the skies decided to darken outside the coffee shop as she nervously waited for him. Her hands join together until her fingers begin fiddling, the cold metal band on her ring finger pulling her back to awareness as to why she is sitting in an almost empty coffee shop. The ring felt cold on her skin despite it being in that same finger for a long while now. Seeing it reminded her of that scene back in Lanshiang a few weeks ago.

Y/n did her best to not let the radiating chemistry and playful banter between the two get to her. Because as far as she know, Leon's marrying her, he had promised his future with her and hers alone that he has tied the knot for almost few years of working together since their first mission to save the president's daughter from the cult of Los Illuminados in Spain.

And yet, there she was, a crowd in the commotion that precedes. Leon leaping into action as he cradles Ada close to him as the mutated Simmons sends a barrage of debris towards them. She guessed Leon was so caught up with the chaos that he didn't notice his comm pick up his exchange with Ada.

"Ada? Can you hear me?"

"Don't let it end like this…"

"If you're Ada, you can pull through this… we both can…"

Y/n could have retaliated then and there. But she just heaved one big puff of air and released it slowly. Her eyes fall and soften as she listens to Leon. His tone was soft, sweet and loose.

It wasn't like he didn't speak to her that way when they are together and intimate. But the way he was bare and unguarded with her hammered larger cracks in Y/n hear. The patches that she had placed on those openings, the distrusts, all tore open like a poorly stitched wound. This scene is tearing every little band aid, tape, and thread that held the large pieces of her heart together.

As if it was a shattered piece of mirror, bare hands keeping each piece together. Like every bit of her remaining hope for him was clutching each piece together like a broken embrace.  

"Hey babe…"

Y/n barely heard his voice, it was only when he placed a nuzzled kiss on the side of her head that broke her from her heartbreaking trip down memory lane.

"Sorry, I got caught up with Hunnigan, did the wedding planner need something?" He asked as he took his seat on the chair across her, but like before she only stared at him.

"Hey…" Leon called, his tone soften in worry as his veiny and calloused hands took her smaller yet rough ones in his, his fingers gliding over the ring on her finger. She still didn't answer him, it raised an alarm in him, maybe it was the mission a few weeks ago. It might have taken a bit of a toll on her.

"Y/n, I'm here. Do you need something? Let take you home, let's talk–"

"I'm tired," she finally replied.

He sighed and smiled small, "I guess muscles are still sore. Come on, let me take you–" he shifts of his chair.

"I'm tired of you Lee…"

A cold chill ran through his hand that's holding hers as he looked dead set on her. Confused and hurt. 

But her eyes were blank. Devoid of the usual spark it usually has when she's with him. When did it lose it?

"What do you mean–"

Her hands slipped away from his as he slumped back in his chair in distaste at the sudden confession. Was she seeing someone other than him? Did she find someone else? 

"I'm tired of fighting for you," she continues, gaze dead set on his troubled one.

But Leon wasn't dumbfounded for too long as he finally put the pieces together. This reaction might have something to do with the mission in Lanshiang and the encounter with Ada. He gave out an annoyed sigh leaned forward on the table across from her.

"Look, Y/n, you know how Ada means to me but you don't need to overthink about her. I'm marrying y–"

"I saw you. I heard you." She went on, yet her voice cracks in every syllable that Leon picked up immediately. His fiance was breaking apart in front of him. It was only at that moment that he finally took in her state.

Dark bags under eyes, lips slightly chapped, skin pale, her that was tied in a loose ponytail nearly looked neat. She was as gray as the darkening sky outside the cafe.

"Y/n, I–"

Leon paused as Y/n finally moved in her seat, leaning forward against the table. Her gaze went to the metal band on her hand, staring at it. The male across from her wished that what he was thinking she was gonna was not what was actually going to happen. But her other hand's finger pinched the ring and began to twist and turn it off her.

Leon's hand went to stop her but she had already had it off and took his hand. Y/n opened his palm, and placed the ring inside. The cold metal almost felt prickly on his rough and calloused hands.

"I think this ring isn't for me at all," she whispered, yet loud enough for him. Leon was too stunned to speak as he could only stare at her. Like his world just crumbled down as he felt the metal on his palm. But he was pulled back from the trance when he felt Y/n familiar warm palm on his cheek, thumb rubbing his rough stubble.

"I didn't mean to go this way but… Leon I'm falling apart… everything is just too much and I don't feel like myself anymore," like a dam, tears spilled her eyes, Y/n tried not to break into an all out sob.

"I'm sorry Leon, I'm sorry," she continued before leaving her seat

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Y/n ended up in a random train ride to who knows where it will go to. She just needed to be in a place where she could cry and guilt trip herself. She will be reminded of Leon's back on her as he faced her empty seat across from him, hands fiddling with the silver band that was once on her fingers. That scene will forever be etched to her mind as she buries her face in her hands.

Leon was still at the cafe. Still fiddling over the silver band as his mind went over how much Y/n apologized over and over to him as she shakingly handed the ring back to his hand after telling him that they can't be together. But what hurt was that he knew that she was not the only one at fault. He knows it. He ran away again. Instead of assuring her that it was not all her. It was his action that led to his fiance's distrust and anxiety. But he didn't say anything as she broke down before him, he was clouded by the anger of her decision.

Y/n curled in her seat breaking into quiet sobs. She cried and cried and yet somehow the weight that rested on her shoulder a few hours ago slowly fluttered away.

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She'll patch up the tapestry that I shread

#leon kennedy re6 #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy angsty #angsty #hurt no comfort #folklore and evermore album inspired #ada wong #leon kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x Reader x Ada Wong

[eek-a-tron]

10 Reasons to Ship Loki/Catwoman

A Nondefinitive & Cracky GodCat Rundown

1. He’s a god of thieves. Loki’s a Norse god with a long ancient list of patronage areas: mischief, tricks, lies, chaos, outcasts, the devil, death, and more … including, sometimes, thieves. THIEVES. It’s not mentioned often, but it’s around. Besides, mischief, chaos, and trickery tend to involve crime. Be Loki. Wear helmets. Do crimes. And consider hanging out with an anti-hero who still kinda gets it, because:

2. She’s a master cat burglar. Catwoman’s one of the most-recognizable cat burglars on Earth/Midgard, so that's kismet on the thieves thing. But she also vibes with the mischief thing, and sometimes with lies and tricks, too. Even with the outcasts thing. Definitely the anti-heroes thing. Plus, neither Selina nor Loki is an expert on trust, or family, or How to Feelings™ — and there’s nothing shippier than mutual angst!

3. Oops! All banter. Loki and Catwoman can banter for days. Weeks. Years. Loki plays with everybody, but not many characters really mischief him back. Catwoman would, though; it’s like, her thing. She’s sassy (*cue rando yelling from offscreen* feisty, eh?!), full of nicknames, and although she can’t exactly kick a god’s ass twelve days from Sunday, Loki might ask her to try anyway. (The old Batman rule applies there: did Catwoman have time to plan ahead, or have the element of surprise?! Heists require planning and improv, after all.) As such:

4. MatuRe CoNteNt. These two might never leave the bedroom to steal anything, possibly because of the aforementioned ass-kicking. If anybody can make Loki kneel and say thank you ma’am may I have another, probably while he’s laughing about it alllllllmost the entire time, it’s Catwoman. (Strangely wholesome mature content, right front of my anti-hero sandwich?! I ain’t mad at it.)

Loki's ye-olde-eyebrow gif from abby118!

5. Just two pros being pros. Erm, how do I put this delicately? Loki and Catwoman are, generally-speaking, both highly-sexualized, often-objectified characters. (More so for Catwoman in a way, sigh, but … that’s a whole ‘nuther topic.) Give ‘em a break, y’all: let the oversexualized bunnies get it on together! They’re both adults. They’ve both been around (comics) forever. And look, maybe a woman shouldn’t have to constantly chase a bat who doesn’t want to be caught — and vice-versa, frankly! Cats have needs, okay? Maybe magical, complicated, industry-crossing needs! (Did Loki write this one himself?! I wouldn’t put it past him.)

6. The nine lives thing. A word about the god/mortal power imbalance here: yeah, I don’t love that. But aside from Loki just sorta letting Catwoman hang around because they amuse each other, or because there are plenty of uh, other aforementioned reasons to level their playing-field *snort*, there are also plenty of Catwoman canons floating around in which she’s not entirely mortal. Sometimes she has nine lives, which puts her in the venn diagram hinterlands of magical comic characters with an extended lifespan. Interesting! (This concept was even brought back recently, comics-wise.)

7. Representation? (This one’s thorny because it’s never treated well in canon. The world is poorly-formed. :/ I hope we can form it better.) Loki and Catwoman may also vibe, perhaps, because they both have a canonic bi history. (I mean … Loki is canonically everything so it depends on the canon one’s talking about, but nevertheless.) I’m not really the appropriate person to bring Bi!GodCat content into the world, but it does make sense! Love them however they identify!

8. The Wonder connection. But what about Batman, you ask? What about his dark little heartstrings, you inquire? Well, hear me out here: if Loki/Catwoman, then maybe … Batman/Wonder Woman? (Why yes, I do like things about BatCat, and WonderBat, and GodCat! There are infinite ships in my ancient harbor, mes amis; I’m quite unbothered by multiple ship options. My skin is clear. My crops are watered and rotated.)

9. Knife mates. Both of these anti-hero tricksters are stabby. (Meaning: they sometimes favor the short blades.) Together, they make a dagger duo. Stib-stabs. Pointy sharpersons. WOMEN MADE OF KNIVES/MEN ALSO MADE OF KNIVES.

Loki stab-gif from youlackconviction!

10. Multiple AU fix-it options. When canon inevitably disappoints, one can always go to the headcanon mountain. Catwoman steals Loki from a prisondungeon. Catwoman steals Loki from the TVA. Catwoman keeps Loki alive and he feels acidically/obnoxiously grateful about it, plus other things. Loki vibes with Selina's trust issues and (complainingly) assists her heists with magic; maybe they even grow to be friends, or learn what love is like is between two similar souls. Perhaps their team-up helps get other Marvel/DC types out of a few high-powered jams. (Or else they just steal from them, heh; the options are many.) *steeples fingers* And so disappointment was solved forever, by expecting nothing from official channels. And also AUs.

#loki #catwoman #loki/catwoman #godcat #bonus reason 11: the goth is strong with them #silly ship chatter #don’t take this too seriously #life’s too short unless you have nine or centuries #godcatstorming #stib-stab club

[kaliido-s]

Op i wish I could hug you/gen

I love with Capital L your post, your take on the relationship Godzilla and Mothra have. Me neither ever shipped them and sometimes it made me feel outcasted in a way for a bit. Then i said damn it and started shipping w who I want.

But yeah more friendships with the same strenght and devotion of a love story. (Also I may be biased but for me their are wLw and mLm solidarity, but as I said it just me).

I was hoping you could tell more about Godzilla' relationship w other kaijus like dunno Rodan??

Aw, thank you for the kind words! I’m very happy that my Goji and Moth thoughts made you feel seen lol, I’m not malicious or anything to Mothzilla, but I feel like sometimes it is kind of discouraging when nobody else seems to share your opinion.

Now Rodan is kind of tricky to talk about, since most of the time I use their relationship for laughs and don’t really take it that seriously lol.

But anyways, I consider their relationship to go through a lot more growth than others. Pre-KOTM, Rodan was stuck hibernating in his volcano under the order of Godzilla and Mothra. Rodan was less than pleased about it, and considered both of them as old, stuck in their ways and overbearing. Neither had ever really interacted that much outside of orders being given. He wanted more freedom in his life, and to do what he wanted. He got a taste of that freedom in KOTM where he had a blast fucking around with Monarch. After Ghidorah forced him into submission, Rodan was more than happy to cause some chaos after being trapped for so long. He relished in what he was allowed to do, and because all Godzilla and Mothra ever did for him was keep him stuck in one place, he didn’t feel the slightest bit bad about attacking them. Getting to ragdoll Mothra for basically the entire fight did no favours for his growing self-confidence, until Mothra put him in his place and he screamed about it for probably 5 days. Afterwards, Godzilla was very, VERY displeased with what Rodan did to Mothra and that he helped Ghidorah, and there was a lot of tension between the two of them. It took a few years for either party to forgive each other, which, once Mothra came back, was probably helped by her, who was very forgiving towards Rodan since she understood his circumstances. Once the past was accepted as the past, then Rodan and Godzilla started to be friends. Not as close as Godzilla and Mothra, but they enjoyed their company, although it took some getting used to. Godzilla thinks of Rodan as young and in over his head, but recognizes his skill and more importantly, why Rodan did what he did, and he’s come to respect him. Rodan thinks Godzilla is old and egotistic and complains too much, but has come to respect and forgive him too. Rodan would never really fight Godzilla at this point now, since a. Godzilla would probably kick his ass, and b. Rodan’s come to realize what makes Godzilla a good king in the first place, although not without flaws that Rodan is quick to point out and make fun of. Most of their relationship is banter and smug quips and yelling. Godzilla isn’t as close with Rodan as he is with Mothra, and Rodan usually spends time hanging out with Barb. Bottom line, the both of them could spend all day complaining about the other, but do respect and like each other.

Also, if you wanna know, to me Godzilla is bi, Mothra is ace panromatic, and Rodan is gay and transmasc :)

#godzilla #monsterverse #rodan #king of the monsters #kotm #mothra #mv headcanons #godzilla headcanons #ask

[thenarryparable]

Narrys Bullet Train Headcanons <3

This gonna be long and just identity headcanons for now.

ALSO THURSDAY YOU CAN JUST SAY REMOVE THE LAST PART. IM SORRY. I HAVE TRIED TO ASK LIKE THREE TIMES, GOT NERVOUS, DELETED ALL THE POSTS ASKING SO. YEAH. IM SORRY. ITS AWFUL

CHAOS.

First like identity stuff (I already fucking said that)

Ladybug is Bi and a trans guy because yeah! I feel like he is.

Tangerine is MLM and Cis because just makes sense to me.

Lemon is Pan and Non-binary but still uses he/him so...he/they. Their also autistic because if you watched the movie...YEAH WE ALL CAUGHT ON JUST LOOK AT THE POSTS ABOUT LEMON WE ALL KNOW.

Yuichi Kimaru. My baby boy. Is questioning and cis.

OH AND THE LAST ONE IS JUST FOR PRINCE SINCE IM GOING OFF MY NOTEBOOK. She's a lesbian because look at her outfit. It's the colors of the sunset flag. Also she/they for her but she's cis. I actually kind of like her now. Seems like a Poppy fan.

I have more headcanons just...let me get this out as a bonus! You guys don't understand.

(why only them two? Because I don't remember how September or Stanley acts. Or...anyone else....)

Thursday is Lemon but Ladybugs personality because he is dumb and sweet /pos and instead of Thomas The Tank Engine metaphors it's My Little Pony. So. Yeah. Diesel would be Queen Chrysalis. I also feel like Lemon would love My Little Pony so IT JUST MAKES SENSE TO ME. Also spoilers but uh when Tangerine dies you know when uh...he puts the Thomas sticker in Tangerines hand? Yeah thats Twilight instead. Put a Twilight Sparkle sticker in a dead man's hand.

Cyrus is Tangerine because he's...look at him. LOOK AT HIM. How can I not. He would be more quiet like Lemon though. Not as angry and not as loud. Probably still call me a fucking bastard though. But still THE TWINS ARE COMPLETE. THEY BANTER LIKE THEM IN MY DUMB LITTLE BRAIN HE MOVES LIKE A BOWL SITTING IN THE MICROWAVE. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM SPIN SPIN. Did I mostly just say he's tangerine so I can see him so disheveled that I start dying on the inside? Yes. Is it worth him dying? YES.

Rosie is Yuichi or Ladybug I can't decide. Like...would he shoot Cyrus by accident? Yes. But would Cyrus try and strange him twice and kill him?...maybe but I feel like Rosie would do that to him instead. But eh. Motives. "Why not just make him Yuichi then?" because that means Thursday would shoot him without hesitation and she would not do that.

#Bullet Train #Bullet Train headcanons. #Also all of my character tags! #In order. #therapist bitch : 🐞 #forever blowing bubbles : 🍊 <3 #lemon never bleeds : 🍋 #glory glory glory to the night : 🦝🌙 #days seem sometimes as if they'll never end : ☕🍋

[vbee-miya]

Hi! I would like to request a BNHA matchup!

Basic Info: I identify by she/her and I am Bi-curious (I think that's the right word but what I mean is I think I might be Bi) I'm a Gemini and ENFP, My Chinese zodiac is the tiger, My favorite color is Mauve or Lilac, I'm a raven claw, My enneagram was either a 2w3 or a 3w2 I did it a while ago and forgot.

Appearance: I have long brown hair that looks dark most of the time but sometimes looks light (It reaches my butt), I have dark brown eyes, I have a hourglass body, pierced ears, I have glasses but I really like them, thick eyelashes, pale skin, I tend to put a lot of thought in my appearance if I'm going somewhere and people often complement me on my fashion style but little do they know I'm in sweats most of the time at home XD, and I'm 5,5.

Personality: I am most of the time extremely extroverted but sometimes I'm more introverted but I usually enjoy being social, I would say I'm either the leader friend or the therapist friend, I enjoy being relied on and I try to make sure everyone feels happy/comfortable/included, I'm really good at telling when someone is lying or feeling sad, I try my best to be as nice to people as possible which can sometimes hurt me, I can be judgy and if I decided I don't like someone then I don't like them and will try to avoid them, I can hold grudge, If I get in a fight then I will fight back, If I get in a argument then I often start crying depending on what its about, I'm trying to be more adventurous because I was virtual for a long time, I tend to overthink a lot and worry about how I appear to people, I'm good at school and take advance classes in math but my favorite class is Science, I'm pretty popular and I am good at making new friends, I can sometimes be a bit more emotional but I hate crying in front of others or talking about my problems with them, I love caring for people so I want to be a doctor or a nurse in the future, I enjoy acting, art, and anime, I take charge in group projects and organize hangouts most of the time, I have a close relationship with my parents my mom especially, I am a bilingual and I'm also learning Japanese so I can go to Japan as a foreign exchange student but I tend to procrastinate a lot, I can be blunt sometimes to make things less awkward, I have a love hate relationship with my body sometimes I think I look really pretty and curvy and thin and other times I think I look fat, I would love to try horseback riding I love strawberries (I don't really know what to say here tbh)

What I am like when I like someone/What I look for: If I have crush on someone then I like to be flirty and I like us teasing each other and banter and stuff like that. I'm pretty tall so I sometimes like someone taller but I'm fine with someone shorter than me as well, I would like whoever I would end up with to be able to vulnerable with me, I would like for them not to hurt me preferably emotionally or physically, I think jealousy can be sort of hot but not too much if you know what I mean?? I look for kindness and someone who can keep up with me, I would like for them to remember me and ask me to hangout or something like that since I have a lot of experience with people who only hangout/talk with me if I initiate it, I would like to support whoever I would date.

I like most characters the only character I would say I really dislike is Shigaraki.

Thanks!

༺❀༻ matchup ༺❀༻

here's your matchup! enjoy

mina ashido

she's literally chaos, she loves relying on you for favors. but will always. and i mean always keep her word to repay you in whatever way that could be.

it's giving power couple of the schools, two bad bxtches just walking the halls of ua high. dressing up however they want because there's no one stopping them.

she'd 100% be your hype woman. she sees you working that outfit she'll tell you and make sure to tell you how well you're working in that outfit. and that it's giving. and if you're ever insecure mina is there to comfort you and tell you just how beautiful you are. and from one woman to another problems will be shared.

when mina has something to hide because what 15-year-old wouldn't? i know i did but because of how well you can tell if someone is lying or not. and it's not that she'd hide anything from you she'll eventually tell you. and plus she knows or at least thinks she's a bad liar. and she doesn't want to find it out the hard way.

if you ever get into a fight or an argument in school you bet mina is right behind you ready to throw punches. especially if it's someone like monoma or even as bad as mineta? she's all ready. get ready to hold her back before the ua staff finds out about anything.

little miss popular you're definitely part of the baku squad. i don't make the rules. though because of that you and katsuki would definitely butt heads. especially leading team projects. good luck to that! you'll find a way.

speaking of being in the baku squad it's only natural banter is their way to show their affection and appreciation. /hj but being with mina she can definitely handle a bit of banter here and there. but become flirtly with her and she'll instantly cover her face away from you.

as far as your Japanese goes, mina's no tutor, but she does speak Japanese i mean you basically would be in a Japanese instituted school so it's only inevitable mina would give you a leading hand if not academically at least a sense of motivation.

horseback riding? when class a goes to a summer convention volunteering station. mina and you will be the most chaotic pair.

imagine horseback riding drinking a glass of strawberry smoothy or, horseback riding in a strawberry field. mina would be a giggling mess. she'll say how pretty everything is.

she isn't the jealous possessive type she's more of the "we're not going to admit it until the situation gets worse."

#matchup *.·:·.✧ #matchup #mina x y/n #mina x reader #mina x you #mina ashido #mha matchup #bnha matchup #mha headcanons #mina ashido headcanon #mina headcanons

[queer-and-dear-books]

Title: Here’s To Us

Author: Becky Albertalli & Adam Silvera

Genre: YA Fiction | Romance | Friendship | Drama | LGBTQ+

Content Warnings: Love Triangles 

Overall Rating: 9.7/10

Personal Opinion: Why did you break up?! I was there and I still don’t get it! But seriously, this sequel to What If It’s Us is just beautifully written and the ending is the ultimate pay off for Arthur’s and Ben’s slow burn pining. Every frustrating page where they’re jealous or wanting to be together becomes worth it when you see them finally get back together. Here’s to them, indeed.

Do I Own This Book? Nope. Like What If It’s Us, I might buy it if I see it in a store and I have the money to spend.

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- Oh my god, I am literally so giddy after reading this. Those last few chapters and the epilogue stole my heart and ran away with it. It was the ultimate payoff after all that slow burn pining because not only did Ben and Arthur finally get together again, but they’re also getting married! Those vows were the sweetest thing. And the fact that Arthur’s vows started the same way as his missed connections post from eight years ago, like that is romantic as fuck. I was just rooting for this couple so hard and I was so mad that the two of them just kept missing the signals that when it finally happened, I almost screamed. 

- Dylan is once again the best. He’s literally so funny. But also his banter with Ben and his girlfriend Samantha was just exquisite. I love that moment when Samantha set a timer for Dylan to stay quiet and then he added to the timer himself after he spoke, even though he only spoke to say “I love you” to his girlfriend! They’re such a cute couple and it just makes me so happy to see that they worked out. Especially because they have such a good rapport now and they’re hilarious together. Like a comedy duo. But also, they’re so adorably romantic too. The fact that Dylan had proposed with the key to their first dorm because he wanted to share all their homes made me want to cry. I almost did.

- Sammy! Dylan’s son is the most adorable thing and he is hilarious too. The way he’s just an agent of chaos. I can’t. He was only in the epilogue and I loved him. The way he tried to sell Ben’s own belonging back to him for a random $11.17 and the way he just firmly said, “Get another dog” to a couple that wasn’t even his parents.

- Oh my god, the proposal, I almost forgot the goddamn proposal. I knew it was coming but I was still sitting there with bated breath when Ben told Arthur to read his book for him. The dedication page being for his “forever husband” had me losing it in the best way.

- I know I’m only focusing on the ending of this story but it’s because it’s the best part. I do love the way they reconnect and I love the way they slowly realized they were still in love. I mean, their jealousy was not cute but the way they tried so hard to be happy for the other was. I love how much they just could not stand being out of each other’s lives. They really needed each other and it’s just so heartrendingly cute. What a fucking love story.

- Jessie and Ethan are talking again and it makes me so happy to know they got their own happy endings. Jessie is still a great best friend but oh my god, Ethan! When he came out as bi to Arthur, everything clicked into place. The way he was so weird when Arthur came out suddenly made so much more sense. But I love that their friendship became stronger because of it. Also, Ethan’s bi awakening being Mario’s Instagram is so funny to me for some reason.

- Mikey is so sweet. Oh my god, I feel so bad for him. He really showed up to New York and serenaded Arthur in front of a whole crowd despite being an introvert who doesn’t like PDA. I feel so bad for him for being a plot device for Arthur realizing his true feelings but what a plot device to read. I adore him as a character and I wish him the best with Zach.

- I love Mario too. He’s clearly all about having fun and even though I’m guessing that he’s not into commitment or labels, I love that he stayed in their lives. He seemed genuinely so happy for them too and I love that he kept that teddy bear from that one group hang they had at Dave and Buster’s. It’s so precious and I love that he’s just a good dude.

- That moment when Arthur and Taj rearranged the set for Jacob and it was perfect for Jacob’s vision was beautiful to me. Because it was Arthur’s big dream but he was feeling lost. It wasn’t until that moment that it truly clicked for him and I love that for him. It’s just such a good scene overall but most of all, I love how Jacob and Taj became these queer uncles that helped Arthur see that he just needed to confess his feelings to Ben. And oh. My. God. That confession scene had my heart palpitating. It was such a good scene.

- I don’t think I emphasized enough on how funny Dylan is. His sex jokes, his quick wit, his unreasonable hate for Patrick. 

Dislikes:

- Why did you guys break up?! I was there and I still don’t get it! At any point, during the two years you guys were talking, Ben could have said, “I want to try long-distance with you.” Especially since he was clearly still hung up on Arthur. Arthur was right when he said, “Because we’re both dumbasses who can’t see what’s right in front of them.” My god, it feels like I wasted two years of my own life watching these idiots just pine for each other instead of just being together!

- I got nothing else. I feel bad for Mikey but that’s pretty much it. It really is such a shame that Arthur basically strung this boy along before he realized he was still in love with Ben but the payoff was so good. I just hope Mikey’s heart has healed since then. It probably has since he’s with someone new. 

- This isn’t really a complaint but more like a confused observation but uhhhh, Dylan realizes that Mario and Luigi are brothers, right? They may be a power duo but the fact that he’s just kept on referring to Mario and Ben as Mario and Luigi when they were sleeping together is just so weird to me.

#Booklr #Booksbooksbooks #Book Blog #Book Review #Book Recs #Here's To Us #Becky Albertalli #Adam Silvera #LGBTQ #Queer Books #Queer Lit #Queer Representation

[jessikast]

Leverage: Redemption thoughts

Now that I have - joyfully and with complete delight - watched the eight episodes we’ve been graced with:

I adore it. The first episode, in particular, felt almost like fanfiction in the best way. Our characters were BACK. (Except one, and I don't think anyone really misses him.) The banter, the references to the original show (I teared up at the first over-head group shot), the vibes and character dyamics - perfection.

I'm really surprised that - in a show that is otherwise quite progressive and very aware of the world it's operating in - that unless I've missed something we still don't really have any canon queer characters. (I mean yes, obviously, there's our OT3 which is only word-of-god canon, and in my heart everyone in the crew except Nate was totally bi, but the only character I can think of was that lady detective in two episodes of season 4 who was lesbian and who *may* have had an excellent lunch date offscreen with Sophie.) Breanna said something about wanting to fit in in terms of 'who we love' in The Card Game Job episode, but I don't think that was anything explicit.

Sophie's grief at the start of the first episode was amazing. Gina Bellman's acting was so lovely.

I really miss having more Hardison, but I like Breanna more than I thought I would. I was prepared to bristle at her cockiness and defend our precious baby Alec, but I think the show did a really good job introducing her - allowing her the technical skills she needs to be genuinely useful to the team, and also showing that she is explicitly being mentored and taught. If she went the route of many other 'annoying kid genius' characters she'd always be haring off, getting herself into trouble and in over her head, but I love that she LISTENS to the others - and they're respecting and listening to her too. (And do we know how old she's meant to be? She's sort of introduced as 'Hardison's kid sister', but she also talks about having day gigs so she must be old enough to be out of school and working. Late teens/early 20s?) I thought it also worked really well how explicitly they drew the parallels between Breanna and Hardison (and Parker) at the start of Leverage, both for endearing us to her character and for showing us how much our original team have matured and grown.

And how lovely is Hardison's new career direction?! He's hacking, like, the GLOBAL POLITICAL SYSTEM.

I was a bit confused by the way Sophie's leadership of the group wasn't really addressed a lot. We knew - from the end of the original series and from the 'what we've been up to' summary in the first ep - that Parker has been masterminding the trio, and yet very quickly after Sophie's return she just takes control. It's addressed really briefly but not resolved, and then in the eighth episode it seems like Parker has purposefully stepped back to allow Sophie's leadership as part of them supporting her through her grief, but I feel like we missed a step there. Not that I WANT conflict between our faves!

How amazingly, completely gorgeous is their new building? The outdoor courtyard area? The bar and the high, stained glass ceiling?! That cool stables (?) entryway??! (Do they actually live there? What happened to Sophie's inital reluctance to leave her home and Nate's things?)

I do wish that we'd seen some of our old favorite side characters, or at least heard how they're doing. Obviously the focus in the first set of episodes needs to be establishing the new characters and team, so I'll cross my fingers that we get Maggie, Sterling (possibly as a couple), and Taggert and McSweeten AT LEAST. I also have a big soft spot for Hurley and Peggy. Even just a throw-away reference to how they're doing would make me happy! Also the other 'shadow team' - i.e. Archie and Chaos etc. would be fun.

I have to admit - and it's just my personal bias - that I expected more from The Card Game Job episode. The whole ren faire was fun (and 100% worth it just for seeing Elliot as a knight) but I thought that we were going to get more of the cut-throat world of competitive collectible TCG tournaments etc. And I know that this show requires a bit of suspension of disbelief, BUT: an amazing, special, one-of-a-kind card and it's not even in a sleeve?!?!

I liked the idea of the The Mastermind Job, but I did think it was a bit thin explaining how this guy had SO MANY details about their cons - was IYS actually tracking Nate so closely, or did Nate spill a LOT of stuff at the bar? And I wish that the revelation that Nate had elided Sophie's role as a way to protect her privacy had come from HER rather than the random fake-Nate somehow figuring it out mid-showdown.

I liked the way that having some new team members meant the 'are we the bad guys? is this a tad morally dubious?' questions got asked.

Finally: Sophie misspoke when she said Nate's heart gave out, right? Was there any way we don't think it was his liver? His poor, poor abused liver?

Anyway, I'll probably have more collected, coherent reponses later, but overall I am SO happy to have this show back.

#leverage #leverage redemption #spoilers #I LOVED IT

[matchstickdolly]

Lucifer 5B: Cutting off Touch to Spite Your Fans

Spoiler warning: This post assumes you've watched all of Lucifer, season 5, part B.

CW: There's plenty I like about season 5, but this is a negative post. I know not everyone is up for negativity about the things they love. I also generally avoid it and (try to) keep my mouth shut about things I don’t like in most spaces. It’s good etiquette. But this is my space, and I have thoughts specifically about purity culture and the treatment of sexuality and trauma in fiction. You’ve been warned!

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I'm a professional writer (not in TV). I've worked with enough bad clients, editors, and other writers to recognize some hallmark behaviors in how both Fox and Netflix gave Lucifer's writers incredibly difficult, unfair, and frankly weird situations to create through.

Fox did them dirty, interfering and ordering too many eps in S3. Netflix did them dirty, ordering 10 eps for S4 when it clearly needed ~13. Then Netflix ordered 10 "final" eps for S5—then, just kidding(!), 6 more after they'd done their writing for the 10. (What the fuck?) And then Netflix ordered 10 more for a "final-final" S6 after the writers had done their best to tell their whole story in S5. (MORE what the fuck.)

Talk about whiplash for creators, and half of those who consume content don't even care to understand such creative pain.

So, there are problems on multiple fronts. There's much I'll forgive writers, accordingly. I go into most shows expecting plotting/pacing issues. I look, instead, for characters and relationships that will triumph over those issues.

Heart is what the show Lucifer has always had in spades, both in its characters and in the immensely committed, wonderful ways the actors have tried to realize the characters' humor, love, trauma, and—most importantly—struggle to find healing. Yet, when given the opportunity to show health alongside another in a relationship, the writers/directors of 5B chose to remove most sexual humor and physical intimacy from their female lead and bi/pan characters to, I feel, sanitize them and troll fans. What happened?

Well, for one, say hi to showrunner Joe Henderson bragging about how the writers decided to be colossal dicks to the fans who helped secure their jobs:

From CBR's 'Lucifer Showrunner Joe Henderson Dissects Season 5B's Chaos'

Have we not suffered sidelined/repressed female characters, "bury your gays," and, oh, Chloe fucking a serial killer enough? Must we also say hello to neutered relationships once characters find stable love (whether same or opposite sex)? The result of withdrawing more sexual humor and physical intimacy from paired characters is an uncomfortable suggestion that they're reformed by "pure" love—more chaste and aloof, more acceptable in polite society. This is only done to end-game committed relationships.*

The writers seem to think they're edging the viewers, but the reality is they're taking traumatized minority characters who rejoiced in sexual freedom, but lacked and craved an emotional connection, and showing they can't have both, or, if they find both, it will never last. They've taken hypersexual characters and said, here, even they can have the love and commitment they desire, but some physical intimacy, especially sexual intimacy, is what they must trade for it.

There's always one more case, phone call, or coincidence interrupting intimacy. Traumas or deaths deserving emotional and physical comfort go on to receive none or only one aspect. Done sometimes, it's fine. Done always, it's sick. Dan dies, and there's no hugging? Really?†

Don't craft characters who crave a full range of emotional and physical intimacy, only to rob them of related scenes every chance you get. That's not complexity. That's bad writing. To even achieve this in 5B, they must squash banter and sideline their female lead yet again.

What a gift to purity culture, which tells us to be more palatable by bottling and buttoning up. That sex should be taboo, but violence glorified. That there is no heated desire among "Good Women," that sexual minorities of all genders shouldn't experience it much at all.

5A is so good. At the very least, it's on the right path (clearly, since the plot payoff from 5x01 to 5x16 is great). It shows a couple working through difficulties and trauma, toward each other emotionally and physically. It even pokes fun at people who think an established relationship means the death of romantic and sexual appeal (a tired and hugely sexist trope). And then... And then 5B reverses that, pretending established relationships are barely physical during emotional struggle and that the honeymoon phase doesn't exist. It robs characters of joy and comfort through physical intimacy when they need it to move through or push beyond trauma.

It's telling that so many fan wishes for Deckerstar are about healing touch and existing in each other's spaces: amending Chloe's spicy PDA history with Cain, Chloe caring for Lucifer's wings, soft family scenes a la Monopoly night and shared meals, morning-afters, etc. Reasonable fans aren't asking for porn; they're asking for connection and humanity. They're asking for writers not to forget characters (and, yes, including hypersexual characters) on their way from Point A to Point B.

That 5B lacks these things isn't a "tee-hee frustrating" slow burn or a cockblock. It is, in so many scenes, excising from characters a core part of what nearly every human and fictional monster craves. And it's a slap in the face to the "found family" trope. When you remove or tamp down a casual physical intimacy that was previously there, characters and their relationships fall flat, even if only partially. They become blunt weapons creators wield against watchers or readers begging for scraps of warmth.

Minorities shouldn't be killed off with ease, and they shouldn't be stifled with ease, either.‡ And maybe there shouldn't be deep trauma driving a wedge in a romantic relationship if you're not going to explore it through that relationship, too—physical intimacy included.

I'm still reserving some judgment. I loved the family drama and the end. (Although, again, where was the physical intimacy? No intimacy when Chloe or Lucifer return from the dead? Really?) I see where they could do awesome things, and could have done more if not for network BS.

But I no longer trust Lucifer's writers and directors. They thought S5 was the end. And what they gave us of Deckerstar, of the relationship that symbolizes health and healing in their fictional world, is this: cold distance. And they got a kick out of doing it, apparently.

If this is a "love letter" to me as a fan, I'm burning it. I can only hope S6 course corrects. If not, the writers who made these choices shouldn't write sexual minority and/or traumatized characters again. If you don't understand most of us, you should stop fucking using us.

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* If you don't believe me about the differences between casual/short-term relationships and end-game relationships in Lucifer, go back and look at how Lucifer and Maze are with strangers in all the other seasons. Look at Chloe's sex dream, her propositioning of Lucifer in a library, her sex with Pierce in the evidence closet. Look at how much physical intimacy there is between Lucifer and Eve, and then between Eve and Maze (if only as a ploy). Across seasons, there are sex/kink jokes and scenes galore.

Compare this to how these same characters are portrayed when with their end-game loves. Notice the gentle pecks on the lips and the huge general drop in sexual humor between 5A and 5B. How boring. Where's the spice these characters had? Also, give me a damn break. Buttoning up in a relationship is contrary to four and a half seasons of emotional character work that's been communicating security in our relationships is personally freeing.

† I'm not just talking about sexual intimacy in this post, though that is a big part of it because of the characters. 5B lacked crucial found family scenes, too.

Chloe should have been at God's family dinner, but being so would have prevented more ham-fisted angst. Chloe never even has a one-on-one with God, probably because that would demand a straight answer about her miracle status, which I would guess will be used to drive yet another wedge between her and Lucifer next season, but we'll see.

In multiple before- and after-work scenes, there was no reason for Lucifer and Chloe to be apart more, even, than they were in S1 and S2. Monopoly night was in S3, for crying out loud. Most horrifying of all? No one touches Chloe after Dan's death, but Trixie. Meanwhile, Linda, Amenadiel, Ella, Maze, and Lucifer all receive physical comfort. No wonder Chloe's tired of being strong.

‡ If you don't think it's offensive that they stuffed all their wlw content for two hypersexual characters into a few clunky, irrational, and chaste scenes that rushed I love yous, a marriage-like proposal, and the mention of soulmates, I don't know what to tell you other than get off my lawn.

#deckerstar #lucifer on netflix #meta #purity culture #established relationship #sexism in media #conservatism in media #bi/pan issues #biphobia in media #trauma #me irl #writing #bad character writing #writing is work #this is not established relationship #we all knew maze would suck #who could have guessed deckerstar would too #who could have guessed linda would be an asshole #but god was truly great #fans are often wrong but should still be respected (somewhat) #fuck you and the miniature pony you rode in on joe #i won't forget this interview #s6 better fix it #lucifer season 5 #lucifer season 5 part b #lucifer season 5b #lucifer 5b #lucifer 5b spoilers #long reads #long post

[eileensdress]

Making wildly canon-indifferent guesses on TWNS3 based entirely on what I think would make TWN writers either viscerally uncomfortable or in the mood to plagiarize:

- Eskel gets revived bc “that wasnt me that was a doppler who took my form and I’ve actually been fine and just spent the winter alone and holy shit Geralt I’m so fucking sorry you had to kill me-“

- Jaskier canon bi

- Yen’s eyes arent purple anymore because regaining her magic post-deathless mother sapped them from her

- Geralt DOESNT name his new horse Roach

- Emhyr stabs Jaskier

- Lambert Has No Beard

- Extended Dijkstra Gwent sequence

- Jaskier tells Geralt he broke his heart in Caingorn and Geralt WANTS to talk about it

- Ciri’s eyebrows get even thicker

- Thruple Parenting Time Banter where Jaskier and Yennifer want to give Ciri the world and Geralt has to be like guys,,,,please

- Evil Jaskier gay villain arc :)

- Valdo Marx shows up and he turns out to be Jaskiers ex

- Cahir is kept alive but dies protecting Yen bc she protected him during their time in hiding

- The season finale is Emhyr and Geralt standing on opposite sides of Cintra’s throne room and calling to Ciri like she’s a puppy

- Tissaia dies confessing that she loved Yenefer as more than a student

- Filavandrel and Geralt have a weird conversation about being dads and having relatively homicidal female co-parents

- Triss’ wig goes back to S1 hair (the superior wig between the two, lets be honest here)

- They kill off Vesimir because it’s a l w a y s Geralt Must Suffer Hours and for literally no other reason

- They entirely dismiss the idea of other Witcher schools and say explicitly that the Wolves are the only school ever to exist (they’ve borderline done this at this point already, might as well just fucking say it.)

- Regis shows up and they kill him off before he gets to have any sort of personality or banter with Geralt

- They FINALLY purchase better contacts for poor fucking Henry Cavill

- Extended fight scene where Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri all fight to save Jaskier

- Dara helps out Ciri and her three parents begrudgingly because he recognizes Jaskier as the Sandpiper and feels like he owes him which is how Geralt discovers Jaskier is the Sandpiper and holy shit, Jask, you’ve been single-handedly smuggling elves to Cintra for months???? What the fuck???

-Ciri gets trapped between spheres trying to do her fancy little teleportation thing and the rest of the episode slowly morphs into the episode of the Simpsons where Homer gets stuck in 3D

-Fringilla ends up getting Cahir out of Cintra using the last bit of chaos she can muster before she dies in order to try to get a message to Yennifer or Geralt to try and help protect Ciri

-Jaskier KISSES either Yen or Geralt and then it's played off as a massive joke because the writers constantly do him so dirty

-They recreate that one scene from Batman forever where Geralt has to choose between either Ciri or Yennifer OR Ciri or Jaskier and he pulls the fucking thing and tries to save them both

#long post i know #but these have been floating around in my head for WEEKS #I just..... ugh #theres SO MUCH they could do with this show that would either make it SO GOOD or fucking RUIN it #arguably more than they already have- #so here have these thoughts #i would like to offer another apology to my Maurice mutuals #the witcher netflix #the witcher #TWN #witcher posting #geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennifer

[colorseeingchick]

hello, can i request a matchup for jjk in your event? i go by she/they, i'm 5”4 and bi, long platinum blonde hair with bangs, hourglass figure, pale skin and green eyes. i intimidate people and seem arrogant or careless, but in the end I’m very adventurous, stubborn, fiesty and pretty laid back. i joke around a lot and can act flippant on purpose a bit. i also act serious in situations to the point it seems scary.

i like to draw, listen to music mostly rock, indie and pop. fashion, games, knives, cooking and nature. i like to move around and do physical activities. i'm a leo-virgo cusp and an intj. i’m afraid of heights. i really want to travel around. i do martial arts and yoga. i prefer to deal with problems and things i work on by myself and have a hard time asking for help.

i get easily bored and pick up on new hobbies. i like excitement and seek thrill, even, if it gets me in trouble. i also tend to act impulsively in situations. i go between between y2k and witchcore style wise, but i also wear a lot of black. i have a big sense of patience and very loyal to my loved ones. i enjoy being social, but i also enjoy being alone. i seek someone who has similar interests and traits, someone i can have fun with too and has mutual understanding. i tend to empathize and put myself into other peoples situations. i also like to read, learn new things and hate liars!

thank you and have a nice day 👏 -❄️

Hellooo Snowflake anon! You seem like such a cool person omg. Now hear me out, you might love him, you might hate him, but your JJK match is…

Gojo Satorou!!

Many people struggle to keep up with Gojo, but as someone who had similar views as him, he was willing to bring you along for the ride. You’re a badass person who’s powerful enough to manage the chaos that is Gojo, and while it was a lot at times, it was definitely rewarding. Gojo in a committed relationship is adventurous, passionate, and fast-paced. But because you were close to this unique, complex man, your relationship had a lot more depth than what meets the eye.

You’d meet Gojo while both students at Jujutsu Tech. And at the time, you thought he was annoying. He knew this, and definitely went out of his way to annoy you, just like he did with Utahime. But it didn’t take long for you both to realize that it wasn’t going to work out the way he expected it to, because a fight between you two was like fighting fire with fire (which is funny because you both have fire signs). When Gojo would say arrogant, instigatory comments to try and get you mad, you’d be flippant and snarky in return, radiating as much “I don’t give a sh*t” energy possible. He’d take the bait more often than not and get irritated at your neutral response, even though Geto always pointed out the game you were playing. You both had a strong sense of humor, so the jokes and banter could continue on for a while. And at the end of the day, you both were chill enough that it was never that serious. Which is why you could pick up the empty bickering again.

It was pretty obvious that Gojo had a thing for you at that time, but he kept quiet about it. Just like every other dumb highschool boy, he used teasing and fighting as a means of flirting. He’d intentionally get you riled up because “You’re hot when you get feisty.” He knew you intimated the other students and he thought that was hot, too. You two radiated a good amount of enemies to lovers energy that everyone else was able to see it. You both were aware, and yet you were both too stubborn to let up on the bickering flirtation you had going on and just confess.

You’d gotten stationed out by the Kyoto school for a long time, while Gojo stayed in Tokyo. It was until you guys were a few years out that you both ended up back at Tokyo. Your initial dynamic was the same, but things changed when you both went out on a mission together. Somehow, you both ended up in places you definitely shouldn’t have been in and were on the run from law enforcement. Not that either of you minded. You actually both seemed to enjoy the chase. It wasn’t until you got...higher than expected (climbing a tower) that the pace changed. You were freaking out, but doing your best to maintain calm. Gojo noticed and teased you about it, but you seemed a bit more somber about the whole situation. And he realized he didn’t like seeing that expression on you. “I gotchu. I can float, so falling isn’t a problem for me,” he’d slowly wrap his arm around you, “so as long as you’re with me, it won’t be a problem for you either.” He knew you were strong. You weren’t as strong as him, but you were strong enough that he respected you. Which is why he didn’t mind comforting you, the person he’d developed a major soft spot for, once in a while. But he was definitely gonna tease you about it later.

At some point after that incident, you guys gave in and started dating. Who confessed to who, who asked who out, all those questions would get different answers based on who you was telling the story. But at the end of the day, you two made one hell of a power couple. This could be seen most prominently in the times you both worked together. While playful with those you were close to, you both took battles deadly serious. Neither of you would walk into battle without keeping the consequences in mind. You both were stubborn about your ways, and so the shared goal was easier to achieve given the drive you both had. While you were impulsive, Gojo got excited easily, and you both aided and supported each other’s decisions. While they may not have been the best decisions (and all the other sorcerers were willing to tell you that), it really comforted you both to know someone else saw it your way. It may seem like a small thing, but I am convinced Gojo felt isolated usually, so knowing someone ‘got him’ meant a lot. The difference came in your emotions with the battle. Gojo, while taking battles seriously, didn’t care for the enemy or bystanders. He prioritized victory over people. On the other hand, you tried to empathize with the people you came in contact with and were patient with other sorcerers. This allowed you both to balance each other out, you acting as his emotional intelligence guide, and him pushing you to be more firm with the odd circumstances you encountered as a sorcerer.

Outside of being active sorcerers and dealing with the complications that arose from the job, you two had a very fun relationship. As sorcerers, you were able to travel, and you often did it together, taking all the chances you could. You got to explore nature and abandoned spaces with the job, and it became you and your boyfriend’s favorite form of quality time. But you had fun back in Tokyo as well. You were sparring partners, often fighting and practicing together. When not fighting, you kept him engaged with your endless hobbies. He loved eating your cooking, and he quite enjoyed playing games with you. He thought your two very different aesthetics were both attractive, so he enjoyed shopping with you (he loved to spend money on you) as well. Gojo was just as easily bored as you, so he thought the way you kept yourself amused was admirable.

Overall you and Gojo would have a mutual understanding of how the other person thought. He was more than ready to protect you (just you though) and he knew you would always support him as well. Neither of you asked for help, but you both knew when the other needed it, and that managed to keep you two going for a very long time. Everyday was a fun day while dating Gojo Satorou.

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Ahh I hope I did okay! I'm an anime only so if I mischaracterized his younger self I'm so sorry. Regardless I hope you liked the matchup! Please lemme know what you thought :D

#jjk #jjk matchups #csc hits 200 #colorseeingchick milestone

[i-need-air]

Hi! I like your setup its cute! Could I get a 💘 and a 💗+Bakugou? I'd like a bnha hero match pls. I'm a 5"2 bi Asian girl who's chubby, long hair, wears big hoodies and glasses. I am both a nerd and a introvert inside out. Im an awkward, quiet, sweet person in public. When I'm comfortable, Im louder, upbeat and friendly with a penchant for mischief and a sarcastic wit. Still awkward with people 24/7 even though my love language is touch and time together. When Im nervous I can ramble. I could prone to loud rants on random topics. Im horrible at being emotionally vulnerable but im very supportive of others. Helping and supporting others is my thing! I like traveling, movies, reading, video games, singing in secret, cafes, and chaos w/ friends. Thank you!

Thank you!! I match you with Sero!! I think his easy-going and laid back attitude will go great with you and I definitely see him throwing you heart eyes all the time 🥺💕

Sero:

× Sero would be the more outspoken out of the two of you and has no problem with it. Overall, he likes to chill with his friends and believe me, they'll all love you specially after they get to know you!

× Oh, my god, once you get comfortable with him???? He's in love???? Digs the spark of mischief you throw at him, being ALL for it. He'd tease you back and I generally see you two getting along SO WELL.

× Displays of affection are rare at first bc this man is respectful af and it would be a gradual change. Once you're comfortable enough, he's still gentle and smiley, even a little embarrassed himself when he pulls you in his arms. Time together is his love language too, i feel!

× Loves the long rants. At first he's taken back by them but you'll find him with his chin in his palm and grinning at you. Listens attentively and even asks questions and 🥺adores your passionate face so much💕

× All your hobbies are his thing too! I don't see him singing much though, yet I feel once he'd catch you singing by accident, he'll melt. The grin I mentioned earlier? Special for you! 🥺

× Sero Hanta has your back. Doesn't put you in the spotlight with your emotions and guides you slowly to open up, giving you time and anything you need. He's such a great guy, I swear...

[💗]Bakugou:

× Calls you a nerd but with no bite, just fondly or with a cocky and playful smirk on his face.

× He's very okay with you being the way you are in public. Bakugou isn't one to be an extrovert and would rather surround himself with people that he trusts. His friends will tease you two but he'll bite their heads off if they make you uncomfortable.

× Once you're comfortable with him you'll banter. I feel you'd be doing that already before you started dating and the fact that you opened up to him + your hidden drive will pull him in.

× Loud rants? He butts in bc thIS MAN HAS AN OPINION ABOUT EVERYTHING. Unless it's something he doesn't know about. He will learn about the topic and come back for more. I think he likes to debate and argue so he'll try to get a reaction outta you.

× The fact that you're a big emotional support might help him a lot as a person and will want to be there for you too, but he doesn't know how. I feel it works well bc you're willing to communicate with him and he's gonna open up slowly but surely with time, creating a strong bond between you two.

#noire writes #valentine event #sero hanta x reader

[unseelie-bitch]

Season 1 Episode 2: No Strangers Here [Part Two]

Stop pushing Musa with this random man she CLEARLY has a thing for Aisha

Why did they leave the bowl there??? They actively made a point of taking it down to the stone circle why would you LEAVE IT THERE

Fuck. Off. Stella.

"What's the damage" sorry is this the 90s? Fuck off

FUCK OFF WITH STELLA BEING SUCH A BITCH

Thank you Sword Dad please remove the dangerous fire zombie from the school filled with dumb teenagers

1. Why is Bloom's diary still written like a 12 year old, 2. Aisha stop snooping wtf

Up until the "Musa's been stalking you" it was realistic friend banter, but why the FUCK would you say that??? They've just written Aisha as a plot device for everyone else's narratives and it's just so inherrantly racist and also just... bad writing

I actually like Terra when they let her be a person but I hate that Dane clearly is going to be in a love triangle with her and Riven

FUCK OFF WITH THE HOMOPHOBIA "Full gay" FUCK. OFF. GOOD GOD.

My unfortunate prediction is that Riven is going to end up with Dane because he'll have an "arc" about not being homophobic and actually being gay/bi. Because clearly he's not admitted that yet. Great. Excellent. Because we love to see the "gay guy gets with his abusive, predatory bully" plot. Not like it happens all the time in media. And shouldn't. Oh wait.

Don't pull the "Beatrix is corrupting Riven" thing, Sky. Come on, you were better than this. You literally don't even know her

FakeMusa saying "the absense of chaos" and IMMEDIATELY regretting it is a mood

"Army Barbie" can they PLEASE fuck off with the Stella bashing? Like yeah she's a bitch but 90% of the comments about her are to do with her appearance and she even STATED in episode one that she only cares about it because people expect her to. We have LAYERS of misogyny here, lads

Stella and Aisha talking about Bloom like she's not there is super annoying. Why do none of these supposed friends like each other??

Did FakeMusa just feel someone die??

Oh shit that's so much murder

And the Burned One is calling out to Bloom

OH NO SWORD DAD IS HURT

Oh shit he's infected by the Burned One

OH FAKEMUSA'S FEELING HIM GETTING CORRUPTED OH SHIT

The ring amplified Stella's powers didn't it

Also why the fuck did you all split up after finding a bunch of corpses?? Aisha should NOT have sent Stella away that is dumbass behaviour

They're called "burned ones" why would the fire have worked

It stuck the ring INSIDE ITS RIBS good god that's gross

Sam is Terra's brother. So what happened to the family name thing? They made the DELIBERATE comment about how Rose, Flora and Terra are family names but SAM is her brother? I am this 👌🏻 close to calling him Pebble

Beatrix's fake panic is peak

Ah so the assistant is also shady

They're trying so hard to be feminist and missing the mark so badly

Oh I do NOT like what Bloom's eyes did

...she's somehow part Burned One isn't she

#fate watch #fate: the winx saga #fate spoilers

[loudmouthcd]

introducing . .  MALI CHUSUK . CIS WOMAN . 21 YEARS OLD . HEALTH AND SPORTS SCIENCE MAJOR . GIRLS SOCCER TEAM CAPTAIN .

hello hello !! im so excited to be here ! my name is g , and u can find me on my musings blog @ pocmuzings if u ever want to hmu ! i’m 23 and in the aest timezone , so ill be on at pretty random hours between working my 9-5 ! i’m a cis woman , and use she / her pronouns . i’m a proud brown beautiful woman ( im indian ) !  if u would like my discord , feel free to ask ! i’m a horror movie enthusiast , and would d*e for any poc in the entire world . . 

i’m currently trying to figure out where the heck my sidebar links have gone on this theme . . so pls Bear with me fkjnfnjkfj . ( help . . help . . they’re in the theme preview idk what i did ) 

here’s mali , she’s a muse i’ve always wanted to play but never been able to !

inspiration for her is mandy milkovich from shameless , rosa diaz from b99 , rebeca from elite , kiara from outer banks and viola from shes the man

mali was raised in a house filled with boys , and her father was quite strict and determined . her relationship with her father has never been very personal, but more so almost like a business deal , or like a coach and his student 

mali was quite active as a child , and quite energetic . she was always running around and bouncing off walls - it drove her father wild because he could never make her sit still , whilst also trying to raise her older brothers at the same time

because of this , mali kinda took to her own devices . she was introduced to soccer at school , and that was her first love . she found herself playing it at every lunch break , or rolling the ball under the desk during class time . it helped with her jitteriness 

it took a year or two before her father realised that she was quite keen on soccer , and she was good at it - and he was overjoyed at the talent she had when it came to playing . she was a strong striker and attacker , but she was also quite aggressive and competitive on the field . she didn’t really have much etiquette when it came to the game , and she would play dirty at times . this . . only made her father even happier . suddenly he went from barely noticing her , to being at every soccer practice and game she had . he bought her the best soccer cleats he could afford , and pushed for her to win every game and score as many goals as possible . he went from not being very invested in mali , as the only girl in the family ( he didn’t know what to do with a girl ) , to being her number one fan

at first it was great . . but then . . her father got a little overbearing and controlling. if she didn’t make a shot , she could feel his disappointment radiating from a mile away . if she allowed someone to trip or foul her , her father would berate her in the car for not having been more intuitive . her father pushed her to be more and more competitive and the best she could be . mali still thoroughly loved soccer , but she started to find it slightly draining . 

whenever she had a second of time outside of studying , her father would be making her run drills or shoot goals in the backyard . she never really got a lot of time to be by herself or do stuff she wanted ( like just normal teenage girl stuff . . getting crushes on people , going to house parties , having her first beer . . ) 

mali has spent majority of her time either with her brothers and her father ( the entire house is pure chaos . messy . loud burping . video games . yelling across rooms to each other . there’s constant noise at all hours of the day ) , or hanging out with her fellow soccer team players ( sometimes they got along with mali , sometimes they saw her as too much of a ball hog or taking the game ‘ too seriously ‘ ) . mali hasn’t really had a chance to develop many friendships outside of this , and it’s beginning to really effect her 

mali has decided to take somewhat of a step back from soccer ( and the competitiveness of it ) , but she’s also not telling her father about that . mali misses having FUN with playing , instead of seeing it as a sport and chore .

she also wants to have the full college experience . her entire first year was dedicated to soccer and getting used to college and living out of home for the first time . this new independency is fantastic , but mali has no idea what to do with it . she wants to live . really live . really get the full experience .

mali really wants to be more ‘ feminine ‘ . she wants to know how to do boss eyeliner , and wear pretty dresses with heels . at the moment , her wardrobe consists of baggy sweaters , ripped jeans , and a lot of sweatpants . she finds woman to be so so beautiful . . but looks at herself and sees a Gremlin . . oh to be a Woman . . wow . . 

mali can be described as . . . very very blunt and loudmouthed . a bi disaster . chaotic and messy . competitive and driven , but also very blasé and careless at times ( reckless may be a better word ) . she’s very spontaneous , and always up for literally anything ( if u wanna get a burrito at 2am , mali will come . if you want to roadtrip across the state , mali will ride shotgun . she never says no ) 

mali is very sick of being seen as ‘ one of the dudes ‘ or ‘ one of the guys ‘ , she especially wants to be making more female friends and have more females in her life , because . . she’s literally never had many that weren’t on the soccer team with her , or her own competition !

connections ( but also pls i will fill any connection u WANT )

trainwreck meet trainwreck : give me two disaster bastards ! together they are absolute chaos ! they are very similair in that they are both abrasive and intense and very high energy . they usually will encourage each others bad behaviours or be somewhat of a bad influence to each other 

‘ one of the boys ‘ : give me a male friend who literally sees mali as another one of the guys . it irks mali sometimes and she has to remind them , hey  . . im a girl too , and they’re always like ‘ yeah but ur not a GIRL girl ‘ , and that lowkey grinds her gears . SHE WANTS TO BE A GIRL GIRL

soft females : please . . my god . . give me the softest sweetest gal to mali’s absolute demonic energy

soccer players : 100000% believe mali has challenged ur character to an impromptu game of soccer at one point . it doesn’t matter if ur not in the same league or team as mali . if u play soccer for even one second , she will want to size u up and try Beat u at it . 

childhood friends : i ain’t never seen two pretty childhood friends . . no i’m kidding , but i do love childhood friends so SO much

ride or die : I LOVE RIDE OR DIES . GIVE ME TWO PEOPLE WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR EACH OTHER AT ANY TIME . THEY’D DROP ENTIRE WORLDS FOR EACH OTHER

siblings but not by blood : they bicker , they rant , they get frustrated . . but they always always come back to each other . they can call each other an asshole then text each other ten mins later and be like ‘ taco bell ? :) ‘ dskjnfdnjk

watch it , bitch : mali is . . a Lot . she’s very intense and loud , and she has no manners . she’s very competitive and aggressive at times and i completely understand why that isnt everyones cup of tea ! lets get some negative connections up in here !

bi bi bi : give me hookups . past . present .emerging . future . let mali be a hoe , she deserves it . she deserves the college experience

party in the usa : whos gonna introduce mali to alcohol n partying and having  a Wild As Heck night ?

outer banks : pls pls pls pls PLEASE give me an outer banks - esque squad . total idiots . absolute morons ..  there’s not a single brain cell between them  . . 

mali , you look like shit : please teach her how to not wear the same sweatshirt 10 days in a row . pls clean her up . pls show her how to be Pretty . make her over . . . i beg of u . . 

older sister : honestly kinda like the above plot but i’d love for a Wise Woman to just . . be a mentor and guide to mali and be an amazing friend to her 

GIRL SQUAD : i literally love female friendships so muhc . . its smth that can be so personal . . but really my god . give me and mali a bunch of females in her life , shes never really had that before and she Deserves it 

pain in my ass : they both irritate each other endlessly . they’re both too similair , maybe ,and that’s why they clash . a lot of it is ‘ harmless teasing ‘ and ‘ banter ‘ for the most part , but they literally fight like an old married couple around each other .

#pyrrhic.intro #this is a wild ride its 2am i gotta be up for work in 5 hours #do i hate myself ? absolutely #anyways i adore u all #do i already wanna bring in more chars ? yes #will i try Restrain myself ? maybe . #i will get to starters and intros ASAP

[angelguk]

» i wish i missed my ex - jungkook scenario

Jeon Jungkook - BTS

words - 18k

genre - college!au, friends to lovers!au, fakeboyfriend!au, fluff if you squint real real hard, smut, angst i think(?),slowburn

warnings - alcohol consumption / oral sex (fem receiving) / dom!jjk  / edging / vulgar language / crazy exes?? (it’s not what u think) / attemped sexual assault - not in detail 

soundtracks - mahalia, i wish i missed my ex / summer walker, girls need love / sam smith ft normani, dancing with a stranger

A familiar series of pings emitted from your phone, breaking through the peaceful slumber you’d slipped into. Weekends were the only days you could sleep in and therefore you really cherished the moments were you hid underneath the warmth of your blankets and ignored the world. So, rightfully, your eyes snapped open with a disgruntled groan floating from your lips, a wave of irritation hitting your still sleeping brain. You reached out for the device, hand slapping at the bedside table in vain until your fingers wrapped themselves around the cool metal of your phone.

Seven messages from your ex awaited your gaze. Sunghoon had a tendency to call when you ignored his messages for long but you couldn’t be bothered to read through them right at this moment.

With a groan of annoyance, you tossed the phone onto the bed covers and crawled right back into the cocoon of warmth you’d formed. He really didn’t get the hint that you didn’t want to speak to him anymore, did he?

It took a total of two minutes for you to fall right back asleep which was immediately interrupted by blaring sound of your phone ringing. Without a glance at the screen, you grabbed it and hit the answer button.

“What do you want?” The statement came out harsher than you intended, but he deserved it for calling you at ungodly hours on the weekend.

“Well sorry to wake you up, princess,” Responded a familiar voice that instantly dissipated the furnace of anger that had begun to burn within in your chest.

“Jungkook?” You asked, sneaking a peek at your phone.

“The one and only.” You could hear his shit-eating grin from here.

“Ugh! Why are calling at ass o’clock in the morning?”

 “It’s ten, Y/N! It’s basically the afternoon.”

 “Ten on a Saturday is equivalent to eight on a Monday, you dimwit.”

 “Stop making excuses for your lazy habits. Get up – the early bird seizes the worm, don’t you know.”

 “You’re probably in bed yourself. And I have nothing to do today so I want to stay in.”

 “First of all, I’m sitting on my bed and I’ve gotten ready for the day, so you’re wrong there.  Also, you do have shit to do, darling. Remember we have a get-together brunch in an hour at Roots and you have a shift at Yin & Yang.”

 Shit. You had momentarily forgotten about the bi-weekly brunches you and the boys had scheduled in order to still spend some time together amongst the chaos of university life.  No one had missed a single one and you didn’t want to be the first one to do so. Your job at the local café was also important and if you had missed a shift your manager would have had your head on a stake.

 “Fuck, thank you! I would have forgotten my shift if it wasn’t for you, bro.”

 “Only the shift?” He teased.

 “How could I ever forget our legendary brunches? How bad of a friend do you think I am?” You said, lying through your teeth.

 “I don’t know. I haven’t seen you in a while, and with the whole thing with Sunghoon-”

“Don’t please. It’s too early in the morning to bring up unpleasant things,” you whined, rolling out bed with difficulty.

 “I know, but remember I’m here to talk about it. If you want to.” He responded, deep voice tender over the receiver.

 You groaned in response, the memory of the texts you’d received earlier resurfacing. “Can we talk about this later? If I don’t get ready now then there’s no way I can make it to brunch on time.”

 “Yeah, sure,” Came a hasty reply. You paused for a second, mildly thrown off by how quickly he agreed to brush it off, almost as if he was embarrassed that he’d asked in the first place.

 “Jungk-”

 “See you later, alright.” Before you could stop him, a forlorn dial tone met your ears.

♡

As you expected, you were the last one to arrive at Roots. You could hear them before you even saw them, Namjoon’s baritone voice colliding with Jin’s contagious laughter. You trotted towards the table, ignoring the eyes of loathing the servers at Roots gave you, a smile already settling on your face.

 “The Queen herself has arrived,” announced Jimin as you squeezed yourself into the booth beside Taehyung and Namjoon. Your favorite seat beside the window had already been snatched up by Hoseok, who greeted you with a knowing bright smile, so you had to make do with being stuck between two massive men.

“I have to bless you mere mortals with my presence every once in a while,” You bantered back, “It’s part of my royal duties.”

 “Glad you could spare the time, your majesty,” Snorted Taehyung. “Now we can finally order. I’m famished.”

 You elbowed his ribs, feigning a stretch.

 “AW! That hurt.”

 Choosing to ignore him, you glanced at Jimin, “The usual Chimmy.”

 “I thought we all agreed that nickname was banned,” He responded pouting, while waving down a vaguely irritated server. Your group was the loudest on the buzzy Saturday mornings but you justified it by buying half the menu for breakfast.

 “When? Is this because Jeongyeon calls you that now? Your girlfriend can’t have it, we trademarked the nickname years ago,” Said Taehyung.

 “Shut up before I tell them what Irene calls you in during sex.”

 His dark brows went up, the statement catching the attention of everyone at the table.

 “You wouldn’t,” There’s a dangerous tone to his deep voice, a glint of warning dancing in his brown eyes.

 Jimin smiled, cocking his head. The sliver rings on his fingers glittered in the warmth of the sunlight, almost challenging Taehyung as he said, “Would I?”

 “Okay, now you have to say it,” Interrupted Jungkook. You hadn’t glanced at him properly since you’d entered the restaurant but now his presence caught your full attention. He’d chosen an over-sized black hoodie to wear, rolled up to his elbows to reveal the rivers of cerulean blue that ran underneath his pale porcelain skin. He’d been stricter on his gym routine and it was clearly starting to show. But you were more distracted by the way his faded blue ripped jean clung to the muscles on his thighs, the fabric nearly ripping at the seams as it attempted to stretch itself over his thick legs.

 “We already know it’s something kinky,” Interjected Yoongi, who’d been languidly observing the interaction between the two boys with a small smile of amusement of his face.

 Taehyung face was a picture of bewilderment as he hurried to disprove Yoongi. “No! Hyung! I’m not like that!”

 “Please, save the innocent act. I nearly had to burn my computer when I found your search history.”

 “Where is this conversation going?” Interrupted Namjoon. “Have we even ordered yet? I would like to eat my meal without the images being suggested right now in my head.”

 “Exactly! All of you need to go to church.”

 “That reminds me of the pastor and nun role play you and Irene did last week,” Commented Jimin, a chuckle erupting from his lips.

 A collective gasp of shock vibrated the table. Taehyung stumbled over his words to reject the idea that Jimin had thrown in your faces.

 “Where’d you get a priest costume from?” Hoseok inquired, now as invested as everyone else. “Only Namjoon had one for last Halloween – oh.”

 “Taehyung, please tell me you didn’t have sex in my Halloween costume.” The pain was evident in Namjoon’s voice and you couldn’t help but stifle your laughter as you watched the ashamed glance Taehyung sent his elder.

 “Well, technically, I took it off before we-”

“Taehyung!”

 You dissolved into a fit of laughter, along with everyone else apart from Namjoon, who looked as if someone had shit right on his favourite pair of shoes and Taehyung, who was blatantly ignoring Namjoon’s disgusted gaze.

 “Can we please eat now? Where’s the food we ordered?” questioned Jin, who looked as tired as Namjoon did. Coincidentally, the servers began bringing out the regulars you’d ordered and within moments everyone had closed their mouths and focused on the array of food that had been dumped before them. You spared a glance at Jungkook as you tucked into the plate before you, a speckle of curiosity sparking in your mind as you recalled the phone call from this morning. Jungkook had never backed down from a potential argument with you, he found it amusing to push you and you found it satisfying to prove him wrong. Yet, for some reason he’d backed right off when you told him to. It was out of character and it was making you feel strange.

 And all because of your ex-boyfriend too. You didn’t have any feelings left harbouring for him but you and Sunghoon had been together for a fairly long time. Maybe that was why he had cheated. But by that time you didn’t even care anymore, it just gave you an excuse to walk away from him forever.

 It was as if Sunghoon could tell you had briefly thought about him because your phone went off again. You glanced at the screen, finding a simple question mark from Sunghoon joining the plethora of texts from this morning that you had pointedly ignored. Hoseok must have noticed the flicker of annoyance that went across your face because he asked, “Who was that, Y/N?”

“Sunghoon,” You replied, his name leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. A collective groan sprung from the boys around you, apart from Jungkook who abruptly stopped stuffing his face.

 “He’s still texting you?” Asked Namjoon, concern on his warm features melting your heart.

 “Hasn’t gotten the message that I’m over him yet. He’s been texting me like crazy and it’s starting to get on my nerves,” You responded, grabbing the cell phone. “Might as well see what the hell he wants.”

 It was as if everyone else was holding in their breath as you opened up your notifications, eyes skimming through the messages he had sent you. The first few were pathetic, focused on asking if you were alright and if you had eaten, but the next ones caught you attention.

 “He invited me to a party.” The confusion you felt was clear in your voice and when you glanced up, your friends surprised facial expressions matched your own.

 “What? Man, Sunghoon is one weird person,” Murmured Hoseok.

 “I don’t know, maybe he’s trying to rebuild your friendship? Look at the bright side perhaps?” Remarked Jin.

 “Close your mouth, hyung,” Interjected Jungkook. “I don’t think Sunghoon wants to mend the relationship, he’s a jerk after all.” There was a hint of irritation colouring his voice that you nearly missed. 

You read over the message again, a feeling of hope blooming in your chest. Even if you could never be close friends with Sunghoon again, you were open to perhaps mending the relationship you had – hating him took too much of your energy and you were over given him a room in your heart, even if it was filled with hate. “I don’t know, maybe Jin’s right. I might go for this thing.”

 “If you’re going, then we’re going with you,” Came a stiff response from Jungkook.

 You shot him a curious glance but it was immediately disrupted by Yoongi adding, “Won’t Jiyeon be there? She’s close with that scumbag.”

 “Why would that be a point of concern? She’s Jungkook’s girlfriend,” You responded. Didn’t Yoongi already know this?

 The curious glances that met your own made you feel unsettled.

 “Jungkook, you haven’t told her yet?”

 “What? What happened?”

 Before Jungkook could say anything to you Taehyung answered for him, “Jungkook dumped Jiyeon like last week.”

 “No. What the hell? Jungkook I thought you loved her?” Your surprisement was hard to contain.

 “People change and so do feelings, Y/N,” Came his tired response. “It’s a long story.”

 “Well then start telling it. We have all morning.”

♡

It was past eleven when you pulled up to Sunghoon’s house, Hwasa, your best-friend, in tow. The doors and windows of his home vibrated in time with the bass of the song playing through the building, the sounds of laughter and chatting melting into the thick melody. People were scattered along the entrance, chugging beers and laughing, faces illuminated by the rays of warm amber street lights. You couldn’t make out anyone you really knew outside, so you decided to walk into the building, wrapping your black leather jacket tightly around your frame. The endless loud thrumming of music greeted your ears, deafening inside the house. Hwasa shot you a look of distaste as she stumbled in behind you, clearly irritated by the loud obnoxious music. Coupled with the stench of weed coming from somewhere in the house, this was not Hwasa’s idle type of party. You didn’t mind it but even things like having to watch people basically fuck each other with their clothes on as you stumbled through the house was distasteful. You still hadn’t spotted Sunghoon.

The frown on Hwasa’s features immediately melted away when she noticed a familiar face that made both of you feel comfortable in this atmosphere. “Y/N! HWASA!” Yelled Hoseok from a couch across the room. He stumbled over to the two of over, evidently already intoxicated by the way his legs struggled to keep him steady as he walked. “Y’all are late!”

“Late,” Scoffed Hwasa, pulling Hoseok into a warm hug. “We’re not late – party doesn’t start until we arrive Hobi.”

He grinned at the two of you, a smile lighting up his red-tinted face. “Fair enough. The rest of the guys are at the back by the pool. Sunghoon is loaded as hell. You should have married his ass and then filed for divorce, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, sidestepping Hwasa and Hoseok who had become attached at the hip. “Sorry to disappoint you but I can and will make my own money, Hoseok.” He didn’t even bother to give you a reply, mouth already whispering jokes into your best friend’s neck. It was clear that Hwasa and Hobi we going to disappear together the moment you walked away so you shot a knowing wink and moved towards the pool area, as directed by Hoseok.

You had always known Sunghoon came from a wealthy family. He never hesitated to offer to pay for something, though you often adamantly refused, and he was quick to shower you in material gifts. But you didn’t date him because of his hefty pocket, at some point in your life you actually liked Sunghoon, his smile, his stupid jokes and his adorable cockiness. You would have stayed with him, but being who he was, he really had to ruin everything you had built together by sleeping with some first year girl. At first you were hurt because of being cheated on, but then your emotions began to be fuelled by other telling you that you needed to be hurt and at Sunghoon was trash or what he did. You didn’t disagree with those points but after a month, you were over hating him with every fibre of your being. Sunghoon had messed up but he had also given you a chance to dodge a bullet that could have destroyed you if you allowed yourself it get even more invested into the relationship. So you were excited for tonight, hopeful that Sunghoon and you could move on from the event that had marred both your histories and work towards a neutral relationship. You hadn’t been labelled a strategic diplomatic by your friends for no reason.

Said friends had overtaken the chairs beside the pool, a game of beer pong already set up. Everyone was there apart from two people, Taehyung and Jungkook. With a second glance you spotted Taehyung with his sliver mane in a tight embrace with Irene, a bile of disgust rising within as the memory from this morning’s brunch conversation resurfacing. You quickly averted your gaze from the couple, locking eyes with Namjoon who shared your grimace of pain.

“I had to go home and burn that costume,” He sadly stated as you plopped down beside him. He handed you his cup filled with chased vodka.

“Sorry about that. Taehyung is a piece of work,” You replied, glancing at the contents with distaste. “What is this shit? I want it straight Joon.”

He gave you a weary gaze. “Remember the last time you took a bunch of shots straight and you ended up regurgitating your entire stomach.”

You flinched as the memory of puking your guts out resurfaced. That had probably been the worst night of your life. So you shut your mouth and chugged the remainder of the drink, the failure warmth of alcohol slipping down your throat dampened by the flavour of grape juice.

“You’re really going to sit there and drink chased shit the whole night?” Questioned an incredulous Jimin, who already had a tight grip on a bottle of Jameson’s.

“Some of us like having working livers, Chimmy,” Retorted Yoongi, who was drinking something similar to yours.

“This is free alcohol. I repeat, free. So why not just drink everything and regret it tomorrow,” He replied.

You glanced at Namjoon, mouth parched and already craving more liquor. You wouldn’t consider yourself a seasoned alcoholic like Jimin but once you started drinking you always wanted to drink more, and the fact that Namjoon was chasing all your drinks was making you feel like a child who had her mother chaperoning her at a party.

“Jimin’s right. This is free, might as well drink what I like. Where’s the barcadi and tequila?” You asked, feeling the disdain of Namjoon and Yoongi burning into the side of your head.

“Do I have to remind you how badly that turned out last time again?” His frustration was evident in his voice.

“Relax,” You replied, hitting his arm gently. “I’ll pace myself.”

“I told Jungkook to grab the barcadi for the game like ten minutes ago, I have no idea where that boy went,” Jimin commented, swishing the remainder of the liquid in his bottle idly.

“I thought we all agreed to only play beer pong with vodka, because oh you know, taking clean shots of barcadi will fuck you up faster than Taehyung and Irene will get naked on the couch right there,” Namjoon retorted, his gaze getting increasingly concerned.

“Bold of you to assume that vodka won’t get me just as fucked up, hyung,” Retorted Jimin, who was looking more inhabited by the second.

“I think you might need to take a break, hyung.” Jungkook’s familiar voice rang from behind you. The twist you did to meet his face caused you a mild form of whiplash but it immediately rewarded when your eyes fell upon his broad chest, covered with a thin white shirt. Your eyes trailed upwards, finding a glittering sheen of sweat coating his tan skin, probably from being inside the warm building. His mission to get alcohol was fruitful because he was clutching a bottle of Bacardi in his grip, causing rivulets of blood vessels to casually rise to surface, resting beneath his soft skin.

For some reason you were beginning to be overly aware of his presence. And it was beginning to bother you. You swiftly averted you gaze, forcing your eyes to lock on the empty cup in your hands. But you could still feel the warmth of his presence as he brushed past your seated figure, plopping himself beside Yoongi. Maybe that wave of warmth wasn’t coming from him, it was probably just coming from the alcohol sitting in your gut. Right? Right.

“Jungkook, leave me alone. I’m perfectly capable of handling my shit,” Jimin snapped back. His reply was followed by him taking a generous swing from the nearly empty bottle in his hands.

“You want to mix whiskey and rum? Are you asking for alcohol poisoning?” Yoongi commented, his tone filled with disdain.

“I’m asking for a good time,” Jimin replied indignant. “Something you clearly don’t know how to have.”

“If you vomit, you’re cleaning yourself up,” Yoongi retorted, getting up from his couch. “I’m going to go hang out with some sane people. Bye.”

The three of you watched him leave, you were vaguely perplexed because a majority of the time Yoongi would join Jimin’s alcoholic antics. You turned to Namjoon, eyebrows raised in question to find a knowing smile on his face.

“He’s going to find some girl he’s been talking to. It’s kind of cute,” Namjoon stated.

“Blah, blah, everyone is getting some tonight apart from me and all of you so we might as well just drink ourselves shitless,” Jimin interrupted, abruptly getting up to the grab the bottle Jungkook was indolently holding. “Shots, anyone?”

♡

Maybe being around Jimin with alcohol in the mix was bad for your health. Actually, it was detrimental to your health and that was proven by the fact that you’d just spent fifteen minutes puking your guts out in a bathroom. Luckily, you had felt it coming before you had chucked your dinner all over yourself in the middle of the party.

You forced yourself off the porcelain floors, vision as wobbly as your knees and stumbled towards the sick to clean your mouth. A couple of vigorous rinses go rid of most of the smell and taste of Bacardi rising back up your throat but you could still taste the bitter acrid flavour at the back of your throat.

It was probably time for you to leave.

Hwasa had already disappeared with Hoseok and you’d lost most of the boys after Jimin and shoved a good portion of rum down your throat.

So your wiped your mouth and cleaned up the minor mess you’d made in the bathroom, exiting with single thought of leaving Sunghoon’s house unscathed. The simple goal was proving to be harder to accomplish with every passing second.

You had reached the staircase that led downstairs when you stumbled right into him.

“Y/N? Shit, are you alright?” Sunghoon’s grip on your wrists was warm and familiar and you unknowingly leaned into it, weak body hoping for some sort of support.

“No. I’m really not. I was just about to leave so if you could call an Uber for me-”

“Come on. Let me give you something to change into,” He said, ignoring your simple request. Something in your stomach made you want to pull away but Sunghoon had already turned you're already and with a comforting had on the small of your back he was leading yours towards his bedroom.

The path was familiar, you’d been lead towards it often enough but with every heavy step you took a boulder of dread settled in your gut. It only worsened when you heard the definite click of a door shutting behind you.

“Sunghoon, I-”

“Here, sit down. Give me a second,” He said, sitting you down on his plush black comforter. The last time you were here it was a pastel blue. For some reason, the colour of his bed didn’t sit well with you and fuel to the flame of premonition burning in your chest.

A folded grey shirt was placed in your place accompanied with a soft smile on his face. “Do you need water or anything?” “No, no, I’m fine. Sunghoon, thank you but I really need to leave.”

“You could stay the night if you want. I don’t think it’s safe for you to be travelling alone in an Uber right now, Y/N,”

You paused, fingers digging into the cotton fabric of the shirt he’d given you. A swift glance in his direction instantly caused a turmoil of forewarning rose in your throat.

“Thank you but I’m leaving.”

Before you could hoist yourself off the bed, Sunghoon’s tight grip was yanking you back down.

“You never replied to my texts. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I didn’t think I was going to come Sunghoon,” You carefully replied, your eyes flickering down to the pale hand wrapped tautly around your arm.

“But you changed your mind?”

“Yeah. Like I said, I should probably leave now.”

He ignored you, his grip loosening as it slid down your arm. His fingers entangled themselves around your wrist, gently grazing against your skin which suddenly felt cold and clammy.

“I haven’t seen you in a while and I just want to say something before you go Y/N.”

There’s a pause that makes you feel like you should just bolt out the door before he can continue speaking. Coupled with the rising waves of nausea, you weren’t ready to handle whatever he was about to spout out of his mouth.

“I’m really, really sorry for what happened. I-I never meant to do it or hurt you, Y/N. Really. I feel like shit every time I think about what happened.” He sounded remorseful but his apology was falling on deaf ears. You’d already moved on because by the time Sunghoon was sleeping around behind your back, you’d slowly fallen out of love with him. It still hurt when you found out but you’d pushed back the emotions a long time ago.

“It’s okay, Sunghoon. I’ve moved past it. You should too.”

“No, it isn’t-“

“Sunghoon, its fine. I’m over it and honestly, I really need to go home right now.” Another wave of nausea was clawing its way up your throat, threatening to spew itself all over Sunghoon’s clean sheets. You didn’t want to listen to another word from him because deep down you knew were this was going. He was acting remorseful to make you feel sympathy for him and then he was going to try and trap you back into his web of lies. You’d been through it before with your exes and you were tired of the act.

“At least let me drop you. It’s late,” He sharply retorted, a trace of irritation in his tone.

You whipped his hand off your body and jolted upright, the abrupt movement immediately causing your head to spin. Your head felt heavy and your feet were unstable as you stumbled towards the door.

“Bye, Sunghoon. I’ll show myself out.” Your hand had just touched the cool brass knob when a heavy pair of hands slammed down on your shoulders, pulling you right back into his hold with a force that knocked your breath right out of your chest.

“I never said you could leave.”

“GET OFF ME! FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!” Your words were accompanied with erratic thrashes of all your limbs; your feet kicked at his shins, elbows slamming into the ribs enclosing you. But Sunghoon held you tighter, twisting your figures away from the door as he pushed you towards the bed. The rhythm of your shoes banging against his wooden floorboards beat alongside the sound of your heart slamming against your chest.

You hit the bed hard, the weight of his body above your pressing you into the sheets. Your screams were muffled by the fabric falling into your open mouth but you’re still struggled against his firm grip, twisting and squirming away from him as much as you could. The sharp press of his knee against the back of your thighs halted most of your movements and within seconds he was squeezing your wrists together behind your back.

“Sunghoon, please stop. Get off me, please.”

Your plea went unheard because the hand not holding you down was slipping up the back of your shirt. Your throat tightened at the feeling his skin against yours and you tried to get away, only to receive a hard press of his knees onto your thighs.

The blood rushing in your ears blocked out the sound of the door softly opening.

“Sorry, but have you seen – GET OFF HER RIGHT NOW!”

The immense relief that washed through you as Sunghoon was hauled off your body was indescribable. It took you moment to put yourself together, lungs gulping in air as you pushed yourself upright. Your head still felt as if you’d taken a hammer to your skull but you steadied yourself, vaguely registering the sound of scuffle behind you.

You turned around to find Jungkook slamming Sunghoon’s head into the ground.

It bounced against the floorboards with a thud that echoed in your head. His hands were wrapped around Sunghoon’s neck and they were red with how tight he was holding him. It took you a moment to register that the choking sound was coming from Sunghoon.

“Jungkook! Stop!” You lunged forward, arms trying to pull Jungkook away from Sunghoon before he murdered him. “Jeon! Stop it!”

His eyes snapped towards you, dark with rage but his grip reluctantly loosened. In one swift motion he rose from the floor, taking the opportunity to kick Sunghoon in the gut. Without sparing a glance at your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook extended a hand towards you. You gingerly took it, rising as he supported your body. Without hesitating you feel into his warm, head burrowing itself into the soft fabric of his shirt.

You breathed in the familiar comforting scent of Jungkook as he led the both of you out of the room. But a comment from Sunghoon halted your tracks.

“So you’re fucking him now? I always knew you were. Fucking slut. You act like I was the only one cheating but everyone knew that you were sleeping with him the whole time too.”

Jungkook made a move to turn around, you could feel furnace of rage burning within his chest ad you wanted to let him go so he could pummel Sunghoon in the face but your fingers tightened onto his shirt, forming weak fists that gently pulled him back.

“Leave it. Please can we go? I feel like I’m going to-“

The world before you turned grainy, blurry spots of black flashing in your eyeballs as your knees buckled below you. You didn’t even register the flutter of your closing as collapsed right into Jungkook’s arms.

♡

Sunlight filtered through half open curtains, the warm rays landing right onto your face. You reluctantly cracked open your eyes, squinting in the glare of the morning sun. Your mind was still sleeping, a low thrum of a headache pulsing against your skull. But you were more focused on retreating underneath the sheets tucked around you. The bed you were in warm and soft, caressing your skin as you furrowed deeper into the sheets.

The first thing that you noticed was the taste of liquor and acid clinging to every crevice of your dry mouth. You swiftly glanced around the room, looking for the water bottle you usually stored near your bed. Your eyes never landed on the object, instead they shifted to the floor where you found a lone pair of black boxers crumpled on the bedroom floor.

Somebody shifted next to you.

You were instantly on high alert, careening away from the figure huddled next you as your eyes flashed around the room, trying to register to your location.

The underwear had just missed a laundry basket, which was adorned with a familiar looking pink plush but you couldn’t remember where it was from exactly. Across the room sat a brown desk, littered with papers and water bottles. Above the desk was an Over watch poster of Widowmaker. You only knew the character because it was Jungkook’s favourite-

“I know you’re awake.”

“Uh? Yes I am,” You replied, hastily pushing down the sheets you burrowed yourself in to find a wide eyed Jungkook observing you. His brown hair was tousled, as if his fingers had racked through the strands until the stood upright on their own accord. His skin looked pale and dry and even from here you could smell the faint lingering scent of alcohol.

What exactly happened last night?

Maybe he could see your mind wandering away because he dragged you right back, his tone careful as he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes? Why? What happened?” Your mind was searching through the records of the previous night, trying to link together the moment you lost consciousness and how the lead to you sleeping soundly in Jungkook’s bed. It didn’t seem like you’d done anything else but sleep because both your clothes were still clinging onto your sticky sweat covered skin. Unless, you’d put them back on?

“You,” He sounded incredulous, “You don’t remember last night.”

“Not entirely – oh. Oh.” Everything hit you at once.

“Fuck. Are you sure you’re alright?”

You stayed silent, reliving the feeling of Sunghoon holding you down with ease or how his head and neatly cracked against the wooden floorboards when Jungkook had shoved his head into the ground. Your heart was racing all over again and your hands felt clammy as you scrambled out the sheets, heading for the bathroom you knew you would find.

Vomiting on an empty stomach was unpleasant but you couldn’t stop yourself from violently retching into the toilet. You heard the patter of Jungkook’s bare feet hitting the floor as he followed you, watching silently as you ejected half your guts out.

You leaned back, steadying yourself against the porcelain toilet, your hands tremoring uncontrollably. For some reason, you wanted to laugh. Your tears were heavy behind your ears but they wouldn’t fall.

“Here, drink this.” A water bottle was nudged into your hands and when Jungkook realised you weren’t lifting it towards your mouth, his own fingers softly wrapped themselves around your shaking hands and pushed the bottle towards your dry lips.

“Rinse and spit it out,” He gently instructed, a hand coming to rest against your back.

The silence that followed was only broken when you got up, shaking Jungkook hand off your own and dumping the rest of its contents down your throat.

“Do you want to talk about?” He asked, trailing after your figure as you left the bathroom and wilted onto his bed.

“No. I really don’t.” Your voice sounded dead even to your own ears.

“At least report him or something,” Jungkook retorted, leaning against the bathroom of the doorway, a concerned frown marring his face.

“So they can do what? Tell me it was my fault for being in the room alone with him and incredibly drunk. Just leave it.”

His eyes narrowed at your bitter response, fits involuntarily curling up. “So you’re just going to act like never happened?”

“Yes.”

“You’re just going to let him walk away?”

“He never touched me-”

“But he hurt you, he held you down! Y/N, please if you don’t report it, I will.”

When you glanced up to meet his gaze the pure rage that burned behind his usually warm brown eyes caught you off guard. “Do whatever you want, Jungkook.”

“So you’re giving me permission to smash his face in the next time I see him.”

The statement made you crack a half-hearted smile but by the look on his face you knew he met it. The way his hands had wrapped themselves around Sunghoon’s neck drove shivers down your spine because you knew if you hadn’t pulled him off he might have killed him.

“Just don’t go to jail for manslaughter,” You tiredly replied.

“No promises.”

“How did you even find me last night?” You suddenly questioned, aware that if Jungkook hadn’t walked in at that moment things could have ended horribly.

His hand awkwardly rose to rub at his head, a tinge of rose tainting his cheeks. “I- Jimin said he saw you going to the bathroom and you looked really sick. I don’t know. I got worried so I went to look for you.”

“You got worried? About me?”

“You’re my friend, Y/N. Of course I got worried, everyone knows how low your tolerance is.”

You laughed, the sound feeling foreign in your hollow chest. “Uh, thanks though. For last night.” He’d unwittingly come to your rescue and he’d taken you home without thinking twice about it.

“Don’t mention it. I’d kill anyone for you, you know that right?” You didn’t miss the intensity that flickered across his eyes. And it warmed something in your heart.

“Yeah, I know,” You murmured back, suddenly interested in the navy fabric of his bed cover.

“There’s something you should know though,” Jungkook continued, shifting uneasily.

“What?”

“I had to carry you out last night and Sunghoon was screaming a bunch of shit. Everyone kind of heard and now most of the campus thinks we’re dating. Or having sex. Or something.”

You cocked your head curiously at him. “So what’s the problem with that? We know we’re not.”

He blushed, eyes landing on everything in the room but your figure. “Uh – I – Never mind.”

“Just say it.”

“I... I just thought that maybe we could use that to our advantage,” He sputtered out.

“How?”

“Well, neither of us are looking for a relationship right now, and maybe we could use the rumour to get our exes off our backs?” He suggested, still not looking at you. “You don’t have to say yes right now, maybe think about it? And it would be nice to have people back off on me right now so maybe you could help me out with that?”

“You want me to be your personal cockblock?” The idea sounded ridiculous even to you. “Jungkook we’re in college, just tell people no if you don’t want to sleep with them.”

“No! No. I don’t mean it like that,” He responded, moving to plop down the bed beside you. “I meant, maybe we could just fake date for a while until we’re ready to go into new relationships? You don’t want to be with anyone right now, right?” He turned to you, expectant. You nodded because you actually didn’t want to enter anything new with how messy your recent relationship had become. “See, exactly. I don’t want a new relationship right now too. So, we could just use this rumour to make people think we’re together and take our time to recover from our fucked up exes and then move on to other people.”

“You don’t think that’s even a little bit strange?”

“We don’t have to actually do couple stuff or make out. We just have to spend more time together. Is that a bad thing?”

You thought about for a second because he was right. But at the same time, you didn’t want to enter some false relationship just because you couldn’t get your ex to leave you alone.

In the distance your phone pinged.

“Maybe. I’ll think about it,” You replied, getting up to grab the device. When you clicked it open, a string of messages from Sunghoon awaited you. Your throat instantly tightened, a lump forming that had your choking. With quivering fingers you clicked through your contacts to block his number.

“I’ve changed my mind,” You quietly said, catching Jungkook’s attention. “Let’s date.”

♡

The coffee singed your lip, still scalding hot. You ignored, pushing past the burn to swallow the contents of the cup that Jungkook had just placed before you. He was seated across from you, hair neatly styled in waves that contrasted greatly with the messy bed hair you’d had the privilege of seeing earlier. His face looked brighter after your conversation you’d had this morning and the warm glow that caressed his cheek added to the effect.

 You still felt a little odd from last night and it didn’t he that you were currently wearing Jungkook’s shirt. The fabric was extremely soft against your skin. You knew he had a sensitivity for fabrics but for some reason that fact that you knew the shirt belonged to him made your skin prickle. He’d offered you his shower, a change of clothes and free coffee. Jungkook had always been generous when it came to you but something about this made you feel off.

“Is it okay?” He gently inquired.

 “Yeah, it's fine.” The coffee tasted slightly worse than what you were used to. Working at the local campus café had made you coffee tastes persnickety.  But it helped soothe the headache that had appeared as a result of last night’s shenanigans.

 He smiled, rose lips curving warmly. “Still can’t compare to Y&Y?”

“I’m loyal to my people, Jeon,” You retorted, fingers toying with the white napkin that had accompanied the coffee. “So, what exactly are we going to do?” Maybe that was causing the unnecessary amount of nerves that were wrecking through your body. You’d landed in a situation that you never thought could happen and the uncertainty of its consequences was eating away at you.

 “We don’t have to do anything in particular,” He responded, voice feathery as if he was afraid of saying something that would hurt you. “Maybe, just go out together sometimes. Alone. Are you okay with that?”

“We spend a shit ton of time together already, Jungkook,” You said pensively. “People are going to see right through it if we don’t do something romantic.”

 “Maybe you could wear my sweaters? I mean you’re already wearing my clothes right now.”

 You rolled your eyes. “What about grand gestures? Something sweet and sentimental that will surely knock your ‘‘girlfriend’’ off her feet?”

 “I’m not buying you flowers - unless you want some,” He hastily responded.

 “Do me a favor and by my food instead,” You replied nonchalantly, sparing a glance at the café doors as it tinkled open.

 Your day was just about to get worse.

 Jungkook didn’t notice you watching the girl that just came in, a sour look spoiling her beautiful features as her eyes shot all around the café as if she was looking for someone. When they landed on you, you hadn’t anticipated the glare of pure loathing that she gave you. You’d know Jiyeon briefly due to her relationship with your friend but she was always placated and sweet, you’d never seen this side of her and quite frankly you were terrified.

 Jungkook kept on talking, still oblivious to the furious stomps of his ex as she made her way to your table in the corner. But he was quickly pulled from his thoughts when she grabbed at his shoulder, sharp nails digging into a shirt and surely making a mark on his skin.

“Hey, baby. I’ve been looking for you,” Her voice was saccharine sweet but it made you watch to gag. It seemed poisonous as it permeated the once calm air that was electrified with tense in her presence. “We need to talk,” Her eyes flickered in your direction, narrowed as if she was willing your existence out her vision.

 “No. We don’t need to. We’ve spoken enough,” Jungkook responded, voice clipped as he pried her claws of his shoulder. “I told you to stop calling me that. We’re not together Jiyeon.”

 “You’re leaving me to go sleep with that whore?” She sounded hysterical but you had no sympathy for her. Instead, you wanted to take the nearest sharp object and jab into her delirious skull.

 “Who are you again?” You asked, voice blasé, eyebrows raised.

 “His girlfriend, bitch.”

 “Ex-girlfriend,” You calmly snipped back. “I’m his girlfriend now.” You relished in the way her skin flushed with rage, ignoring the smug look that Jungkook’s face had adopted as he gazed at you. For some reason acting like this was surprisingly easy.

 “You’re sleeping with everyone in that squad. You’re not him, you’re just a slut that he’ll dump soon. Jungkook always comes back to me,” Her voice was rising by the second, capturing the attention of oblivious patrons. In your peripheral vision, you could see an employee and a manager whispering together as they watched your table with growing concern.

 “Jiyeon, shut up. We’ve been over long enough and you need to get over it.”

 You’d never heard Jungkook sound so harsh, and for a moment when her face crumpled in dejection, you felt pity for her. But when your eyes met, you could see the anger flaring within her and you could tell something unpleasant was about to happen.

 The hand of an employee pulling her away and requesting her to leave halted those course of events in their path. But even as she marched away, her eyes stayed on you.

 “I think I may need a bodyguard soon,” You commented.

 “I’m your bodyguard now. If she touches you just tell me.” Jungkook seemed unfazed, fingers tapping away at his screen.

 You looked towards the manager, who was still warily watching your table. “I think we should leave, Jeon.”

 “Yeah. I have a study group to catch soon. Jin is asking everyone to come over tonight for dinner. You’ll come right?” His wide eyes were boring into your own, brown and bright as he awaited your response.

 “Free food at Seokjin’s? How could I ever say no?”

  ♡

“So…” Jimin said, chopsticks picking at slices of pork. “Does anyone have an announcement to make?” You curiously watched him glance at Taehyung’s direction, eyes glittering with mischief. Taehyung, on the other hand, looked disinterested, more focused on stuffing food in his mouth but that quickly changed when you heard Jimin’s foot come in contact with Taehyung’s shin.

 “What!” He snapped, catching the attention of everyone else at the table. 

“I said,” Jimin reiterated, “Does anyone have an announcement to make.” His eyes wiggled suggestively at Taehyung who was looking beyond flabbergasted.   

“If this is about Taehyung’s sex life, save it. I actually have an appetite for once and I want to enjoy my food,” Yoongi remarked, not looking up from his bowl.

“At least I have a sex life,” Taehyung retorted. “Did you even get the number of that girl yet hyung? Or does she still not know you exist?”

“Watch it before I shove my chopsticks down your throat,” Yoongi snipped back.

“This is getting off topic,” Jimin whined.

“What are you even talking about Jimin,” You questioned, motioning at Hobi to pass the bottle of soju that Jimin was hogging at his side.

“You know what I’m talking about. The person who’s meant to making an announcement is you.”

You froze, and so did Jungkook beside you, his usually bouncing legs coming to a startling standstill.

“What…What are you talking about?” Your voice sounded tiny even to your own ears.

“Ugh. I’ll do it for you. Jungkook and Y/N are dating.”

The cluttering of metal hitting bowls and chopsticks snapping at each other for the final cuts of meat came to an abrupt halt.

You mouth fell open as you searched for words to explain yourself. You pointedly didn’t look in Jungkook’s direction because it would immediately give you away. For a split second you wanted to laugh. Your friends actually believed that you and Jungkook were dating. Ridiculous.

“Actually,” You said, breaking the momentary cloud of silence that had befallen the group. “We’re-

“Yes, we’re dating,” Jungkook said, cutting you off. His hand came to gently rest on your knees, giving you a small squeeze. “It’s still pretty new so we wanted to keep it quiet for a bit.”

“Finally,” Namjoon remarked, starting to eat once more. “Glad to see you grew some balls and asked her out.”

 What? 

Hoseok must have noticed your shocked face because he gave you a mischievous wink. “Jungkook has been crushing on you since you first met, Y/N. Don’t be so surprised. We even made a bet to see how long it would take for him to ask you out. I lost because I guessed with the first year.” 

What…

“And that means Taehyung owns me because I guessed by the third year,” Jimin proudly stated, jabbing his chopstick in the direction of Taehyung. “Pay up.”

 “You should have waited one more year,” Yoongi muttered. “I would have won there.”

 “Why are any of you making bets on a person?” Soekjin inquired, voicing the concerns that were ringing in your head. “Jimin focus on not getting an STI, please. I heard there’s an outbreak of pubic lice on the campus and I bet you already have it.”

 “If I have it you have it too, hyung. I borrowed your underwear last week.”

“I’m going to poison your food next time,” Soekjin simply stated.

 “Um…” It just fell out of your mouth. Nothing that just happened made any sense in your mind. They’d just accepted the idea of you and Jungkook dating, suggested that they’d predicted it and immediately moved on like it didn’t matter. You didn’t know how that made you feel.

 Jungkook suddenly pulled you closer, mouth dropping down to your ear. “We have to pretend around them as well. Soekjin has a big mouth and it’ll all be to waste if word goes around that it’s fake,” He whispered, voice grazing against the skin of your neck. Your body involuntarily responded, drawing towards him as shivers trailed down your spine.

 “Please. I have faith in both of you. Don’t become like Taehyung,” Namjoon pleaded. “Save it for the bedroom.”

 You snapped away from Jungkook, body shivering from the sudden lack of heat that he had enclosed you in. Your eyes fell on the floor and you knew were ears were burning because of how warm your head felt. It didn’t help that you feel Jungkook’s gaze on you. You felt your gaze wandering to his hand clasped around your knee, acutely aware of the feeling of his touch. You tore your eyes away, trying to ignore the silence that had overtaken the group once more and the feeling of Jungkook on your skin.

 Luckily Taehyung broke the trance you were slowly slipping under by saying, “All of you are just jealous that I have great sex.”

♡

University was utter hell. The workload was kicking you in the ass and it didn’t help that the members of your group project were slacking.  So now you had to do all the group work as well as your regular homework. University kids were worse than high school kids when it came to group projects.

It had been a while since you last saw Jungkook. In fact, it’s been a while since you last saw anyone. You’d been copped inside your shared apartment with Hwasa, focusing on completing all the tasks that had been dumped on you. So you were pleasantly surprised when you bumped into you “boyfriend” as you were leaving the campus after a, particularly stressful quiz.

“You look like shit,” Jungkook snorted, easily fallen into step beside you. “When was the last time you slept?”

“What a nice way to greet your girlfriend,” You snapped back, trying to shuffle the pile of textbooks in your arm and carry your heavy backpack without breaking the laptop inside. “You’re one hell of a charmer.”

“Relax,” He replied, hands reaching out to grab the books from your hands. “But for real when was the last time you actually slept well?”

“I couldn’t answer that question even if I wanted too.”

“You need to take time for yourself, Y/N,” Jungkook muttered, concern colouring his voice. “Are you free this weekend?”

“Yeah,” You replied, “For once I am.”

“Great. You haven’t left your house in over a week so we’re going for a picnic date.”

You snorted. “A picnic date. Seriously.” “Is that not a cute date idea?” He hastily replied, a tremor of nervousness coloring his tone. “You don’t like it?”

“No, no. It’s really cute. I just didn’t expect that from you. I thought we were just doing simple dates at the café or something.”

“Oh. Would you rather do that instead?” He was looking at you, trying to decipher your reactions.

“It’s a bit much,” You muttered.

“A café date is fine,” Jungkook hurriedly continued. “We can meet at a café if that’s what you want.” But the idea of a picnic date was also extremely tempting, especially because you’d never gone on one before. By now you had exited the campus ground and were closing in on the turn you needed to take to get back to your apartment. You stopped, Jungkook stumbling behind you, and collected your books from him.

“Thanks for holding them. The picnic date is fine. Just text me the details and what I should bring. Got to keep up appearances, right? See you around!” You said. You had to leave now because you had a shift at the café later today and you needed to utilize whatever time you had in between to get your work done.

Jungkook watched you go, lower lip caught between his teeth and eyes forlorn. You had missed it but Jungkook had anticipated at least walking you home or something. He kicked at the ground, your figure disappearing around the corner before him.

“Yeah, see you.”

♡

“Are we really drinking sangrias in the middle of the park?” You asked, incredulously. You watched Jungkook pour out the drink into little plastic cups from a water bottle he’d stuffed into his backpack. Jungkook had only texted you the time and location for your picnic date but you still felt obliged to bring something, so your kimbap rolls sat next to the fried chicken Jungkook had brought along with various other foods. You were little bit surprised by Jungkook’s cooking abilities but he sheepishly admitted to only buying the fried chicken and then bribing Soekjin into cooking the rest for him.

 “Stop asking questions and enjoy your free alcohol,” He retorted, handing you a cup.

 You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from your throat, the sound making Jungkook glance up. His eyes were shimmering behind the bangs obscuring his face a small grin on his face.

 You took a sip from your drink, wine and brandy greeting your mouth like a warm hug, leaning forward to swipe the hair out of his eyes.

 “You need a haircut Kooky.” Your fingertips grazed against his forehead, dragging themselves gently against the soft skin there. His eyes fluttered closed, leaning into your touch without hesitation. For a moment you admired him; the way his dark eyelashes brushed against his under eyes, the soft feeling of his brown hair against your touch, the way his skin had flushed when you’d touched him.

 And then you deviously flicked a finger hard against his forehead.

 “OW!” His yelp of pain was drowned out by your laughter, a surprised offended look clouded his brown eyes. “What was that for?”

 “Bringing alcohol into a public non-drinking space,” You breezily responded.

 “You’re drinking it!”

 “I am. But I was offered so I’ve committed a lesser crime here.”

 “You’re infuriating,” Jungkook commented, grabbing a cup for himself.

 “And you love it,” You mindlessly commented, basking in the warm glow of the sun above you. The picnic date was a good idea after all.

 “Yeah,” He muttered, mouth on his cup. “I do.”

 The afternoon was spent eating and laughing. Jungkook was one of your favourite people to talk too for a reason, he always made you feel at ease and being around him was just comfortable. Time passed quicker than you thought it had and soon enough, the both of you had demolished the food you’d packed. Jungkook watched you drain the last droplets of sangria down your throat, a glazed look in his eyes.

 You had flopped back onto the gingham picnic mat, a steady buzz thrumming in your veins from drinking half a bottle of sangria. His eyes were still on you as he followed your motions.

 “What?” You asked.

 “What do you mean?” Jungkook replied back innocently. You could hear the tremor in his voice, probably from ingesting just as much alcohol as you.

 “Why are you looking at me like that?”

 “It’s nothing. I’m just thinking.”

 “About what?” You pushed.

 He signed and rolled over, back against the earth and eyes skyward. “Do you remember the first time you fell in love?”

 Your eyes widened at the question, mind digging through your memories to pull out an answer. “Yes. I do, why?”

 “Do you remember what it felt like?”

You couldn’t help but smile, a memory of Jaemin resurfacing. Young love was something indescribable; every waking moment you spent with him was intense and full of passion and when you weren’t around him your heart ached with longing. “It was like,” You paused, recollecting your words. “It was like realizing that I there was someone else on earth that I would do anything for. I felt like I was learning how to give every part of myself away. I just wanted them happy and satisfied all the time – even if it brought me pain.”

 There was pregnant silence after you spoke, the air between you filled with unsaid words you couldn’t decipher. Jungkook was eerily silent, his eyes glued to the sky above him.

 “Have you ever fallen in love?” You asked, hoping to ease away the tense atmosphere between the two of you.

 “Yes,” He croaked out.

“What was that like?”

 He took a deep breath, air slipping past his rose-stained lips. The cool afternoon breeze blowing his hair away from his eyes so you could see the way they glimmered as he spoke. “I’ve never wanted the best for someone else so badly in my life. I’ve never thought about someone every moment of the day so much. I wake up thinking about her. I got to bed thinking about her. Even if – even if she doesn’t want me the way I want her I just need to be a part of her life. When we don’t see each other for too long I feel like I’m suffocating. When I do see her I feel like holding my breath in her presence. I’m so afraid of doing something wrong because I don’t know if I live without her.”

 Your tongue was heavy in your mouth as you said. “So, why aren’t you with her? Why are you here with me?”

 His eyes closed, a look of pain racking across his features. When he opened them again his gaze was empty, as if he had willed away the emotions he’d briefly spilled out to the world.

 “I don’t think she loves me the way I love her.”

 “So tell her,” You replied indignantly.

 He shook his head. “It’s too late – I don’t think she’ll ever love me back.”

 For some reason, you weren’t ever able to shake off what he said from that day on wards.

♡

Taehyung kept glancing at you from over the counter.

It was late in the afternoon and you had melted into the plush fabric of the couch of Namjoon’s shared apartment. You and Jungkook had been invited over for a mini study session and dinner. Your “boyfriend” was seated beside you and you had unconsciously thrown your legs over his, a laptop situated on your lap as you tried to type out an essay that just was not coming together. Taehyung’s looks were not helping your futile efforts, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking up every time you felt his eyes flickering between the two of you. Namjoon and Hoseok were working on a project beside Taehyung but at least their presence wasn’t infuriating because they were occupied with work. Taehyung, on the other hand, has made it his job to gaze at you as if your skin was peeling off your body. It was when he looked up for had to be the hundredth time that you whipped your head at him and snapped in irritation, “What do you want Taehyung?”

The man in question just smiled, a sly look glazing over his warm chestnut eyes. “Nothing.” But from the way it slipped from his mouth, you knew he was lying.

“Just say it. I’ve got work to do and you’re distracting me.”

“It’s really nothing. Ignore me. My mind is just wandering.”

“Hopefully not in the gutter,” Namjoon uttered, the glasses on his nose slipping forward as he gazed down at his laptop.

“We’ve discussed this before. If you want good sex then just go out there and get it,” Taehyung retorted.

“Hyung! Close your mouth. Some of us are busy,” Jungkook replied, voice irritated beside you.

“Fine. But let me ask something first. It’s what’s on my mind, Y/N,” Taehyung snapped back.

You sighed, cracking your tense knuckles as you stretched your arms out. “Go ahead.”

“How’s Jungkook in bed?”

You know during sit-coms when a character says something so absurd and out of place that everyone else is just left in shock as a record scratch plays in the background. Yeah, that was one of those moments.

“Hyung, shut up.” Jungkook’s body has tensed beside you, amplifying the shock that had reverberated through your chest. The two of you had obviously not had sex because this relationship was a fraud but they didn’t know that. And for some reason Namjoon and Hoseok were looking at the both of you expectantly while Taehyung just sat there, enjoying the mild flare of panic on your face.

“Um…” You searched the thin air for an answer. What were you even meant to say? It was great? He could do better? None of your business?

Jungkook was silent beside you, eyes avoiding your helpless gaze. But it also seemed as if he was holding his breath, the same apprehension and nervousness that you noticed last night in his room slithering between the two of you.

“Well I haven’t seen you limping yet,” Hoseok curiously commented, eliciting a choked sound of shock from you. “Have y’all fucked yet? Jungkook bangs his girls within the first week.”

“No, I don’t,” He indignantly replied, voice lilting upwards. The three men seated on the kitchen island exchanged a look that obviously meant Jungkook was lying. “Besides, she’s different,” He mumbled, the quiet statement causing a jolt of emotion to run through your chest.

“Ohhh, she is,” Taehyung replied, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“I will choke you to death,” Jungkook retorted eyes narrowed in irritation.

“Leave him alone Taehyung,” Namjoon commented, his attention back on the assignment before him. “It’s not like you and Irene had sex in the first month of dating.”

“Correct. It was on the first day.”

The amusement that overtook your heart as you watched the look of disgust settling on Namjoon’s face as Taehyung continued to ramble was short lived. Jungkook nudged at your arm, capturing your attention as he leaned closer.

“Spend the night in my room? Everyone thinks we’re saints.” His voice was calm and soft as it slipped over your shoulder and into your airs, causing a shiver to trail down your spine as your fingers curled up, a feeling of yearning blossoming in your veins. You wanted to run them through something, drag them against something, touch something.

“Yeah, sure.” Your voice came was fragile, his presence making something in your throat close up.

When he smiled you swear your heart did a back flip. Why? You had no idea. And if you did, you were not going to acknowledge it.

“Okay baby,” He said louder. This time you knew it wasn’t for your benefit but for the people surrounding you. This thing wasn’t real after all. And for some reason, whenever Jungkook was close to you, you kept on forgetting that.

The power Jungkook has over your body resurfaced like an ugly snake later that evening. After dinner, he’d taken you by the hand and led you away from your rowdy friends who kept throwing suggestive glances and eyebrow wiggles at you as you left. It worsened every time you looked at him as you walked towards his apartment, which wasn’t far from Namjoon’s. You thought Jungkook would tell you it was okay to leave once you were out of their sights but he kept a warm gently grip on your hand as you meandered into his familiar apartment.

He gave you the bathroom to change, chucking a large t-shirt at your head as he fumbled with the speakers. The music eased the awkward tension that had infiltrated the space between the two of you, only for it to reappear when you climb into his bed.

You pulled the sheets around your torso, forming a cocoon to calm your beating heart as you heard Jungkook strip his clothes off behind you.

When you felt the bed dip with his weight your throat closed up.

It was quiet at first, your sense overly aware of the gap Jungkook had left between the two of you. He was eerily still, the comforter moving softly with the rise and fall of his best behind you. Then something snapped inside him because he twisted around to face you, bare chest pressed against your back.

“I can’t sleep like that,” He murmured, soft voice permeating the moonlit air.

“Yeah. Neither can I,” You reassured him. Having Jungkook so near but feeling so far at the same time was making something ugly twist in your chest.

“Do you – do you mind if we cuddle?” He sounded hopeful, breath grazing the back on your neck.

Every nerve in your body was reacting; from the press of his bare skin against your own back as his chest rose and fell, to the feeling of his voice caressing your skin as he spoke. You wanted to wrap him around your body and never let go.

“No. I don’t mind,” You whispered into the night.

He sighed heavily, releasing a breath that you never knew he was holding, arms instantly pulling you into his chest as his arms came to rest atop your own. You felt your skin prickle with goosebumps as he nudged his head into the crook of your neck, a content sigh escaping his lips.

His fingers found themselves idly tracing patterns across your exposed arms. “Goodnight,” He whispered into the skin of your neck.

“Goodnight,” You replied, your heart constricted in your chest.

You didn’t sleep at all that night.

♡

The mid-term break was right around the corner. You weren’t the only happy person on campus. The air buzzed with excitement as people huddled in groups, planning where to go, which parties to attend, who they were going to try and sleep with.

It had been nearly a month since you and Jungkook had established your false relationship. You hadn’t seen Sunghoon since that night at his house and Jiyeon had vanished since the fiasco at the café. But maybe you had been ignoring the world due to the workload that had been dumped on you. This had been your busiest term so far but as the end drew closer you felt a deep sense of satisfaction because you had tried your best at everything you could do and your grades were reflecting that.

So when Jimin had mentioned that someone was throwing a party this weekend and asked if you were coming with Hwasa, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You deserved to have a good night, free of deadlines and bullshit.

And you were going to go all out too.

Jimin had started you off with chased shit, weary eyes watching down everything in mere minutes. You hadn’t been aware of it but Jungkook was glaring at him the whole time which was why Jimin was pacing you. But at some point your overprotective boyfriend had disappeared into the night, leaving a very impressionable Jimin with a very persuasive you.  This obviously resulted in two very intoxicated people egging each other to drink more.

Your streak of drinking was only interrupted when Namjoon pulled you away, a concerned look on his face. For a moment you thought it was about you and you already had an elaborate excuse on the tip of your tongue but you instantly swallowed it when he asked, “What’s wrong with Jungkook?”

“What? What do you mean? He was fine when we came here,” You replied, eyes flickering as you tried to pinpoint his location.

“He’s not here,” Namjoon sighed. “He’s in the living smoking – and he never smokes unless he’s going through shit. Did you guys have a fight?”

The shock must have been clearly painted on your face because Namjoon rolled his eyes and gestured to the direction of the living him, gently pushing your forward. “Whatever it is, sort it out. He gets into a weird place when he smokes weed.”

You nodded, feet acting on autopilot as the stumbled forward. You bypassing people who were devouring each other’s faces in the hallways, your fingers digging into your skin as you moved. Jungkook had seemed fine that night. He hadn’t acted out of character so what was bothering him?

Your eyes were attacked by a heavy cloud of smoke as you stepped into the living room, the smell of weed sinking into the fabric of your clothes instantly. You didn’t mind smoking but this was on a different level. Bongs were stationed in different corners of the room, groups of people huddled around them as they took turns with lighters. In some groups, people were passing joints around. They lay languidly, their eyes half-closed with a look of utter peacefulness and bliss on their faces, mouth upturned in lazy smiles. It didn’t take you long to find Jungkook, you just had to peer behind the curtain of smoke obscuring your vision to find a frowning young man, a burning blunt in his fingertips and a frown etched upon his face.

“Hey! What’s up?” The words felt clunky coming out of your mouth as you plopped down beside him.

The look he gave you made you feel like crawling away. His eyes had become crimson, half glazed and narrowed as he glanced at you.

“How much did you drink?” He responded, voice eerily monotone alongside the rhythmic beat emitting from the speakers.

“Not a lot,” You slurred out.

He sighed, balling up a rolling paper in the hand that was free of the joint. “Don’t you ever learn your lesson?”

“What are you talking about? Why do you look so down? Why are you smoking?”

He snorted. “What. Am I not a free adult who can you what they want? Why are you drinking when you know how fucked up you get when you do?”

You blinked. Jungkook had never spoken too you like that. Ever.

“What’s with the attitude?” You snapped, feeling the urge to clock him on the head hard.

“I’m just tired,” He replied, voice despondent.

“That’s not an excuse to be rude.”

“Just leave me alone. I don’t want to be around you right now.” He looked away, raising the smoldering joint to his chapped pink lips. He took a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as inhaled deeply. He kept the smoke in only letting his mouth gently fall open when he was satisfied. You watched with an open mouth, unable to formulate any words. Jungkook had never told you to ever just leave – you had known this boy for nearly four years, you had spent a night in his room and now he was telling you to just leave.

You got up abruptly, anger simmering in your veins. “I’ll leave. If that’s what you want,” You hissed out, stomping away from him.

With a mind clouded with anger, your receding figure did not notice the look of painful longing etched on his face. He tore his eyes away, another drag of smoke slipping into his lungs, his heart thrumming in agony against his ribs.

You found Jimin and Taehyung easily enough. Your mood had been ruined by the brief encounter with your supposed boyfriend and now you were just craving any source of alcohol to wash away the anger Jungkook had risen within you.

Maybe it was a bad idea to take so many shots but it didn’t matter to you at the time.

Making the ache in your heart dissipate mattered more.

♡

Jeon Jungkook never knew he could hate someone just as much as he loved them. There was something about her that just drew him closer all the time and yet she could never see what he felt for her. Not even in a fake relationship. So how was he ever going to come forward and tell you he’d fallen in love with you the moment he’d seen you smile? And he heart had become yours the first time he heard you laugh? Or that he would turn the world upside down just to make you happy?

And it wasn’t like he was unlucky when it came to girls. He had always had someone around, whether it be for a casual fuck or a shallow relationship. But never you. You were different. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t make you realize that he was here for you no matter what.

At this point, he didn’t know whether to give up at this point.

Jungkook sighed, mind slowly lifting from weed-induced haze that he’d sunken into. But his heart didn’t lift up, staying despondent in a cloud of melancholy.

Maybe it was better to just end this false thing no. It was hurting him more than he wanted to admit because even if you weren’t really his then at least he could pretend. But having something so near in your reach yet never being able to touch it was shattering his heart into shards.

Jungkook had left much earlier than he normally would have. Seeing your face was becoming more of a personal form of torture instead of eliciting the usual rush of delight he would feel whenever he was around you. He didn’t miss the curious glance Namjoon and Soekjin had shot in his reaction when he had stumbled towards the door but he couldn’t find the energy to care. He had no idea whether you were still there but he was lying to myself if he said he wasn’t worried. After finding you like that, with Sunghoon just holding you down – the conjured image itself was urging his fingers to curl up into fists – your safety was his first priority. You were his first priority. But he was hurting himself in the process and he doesn’t know whether it was worth it anymore.

He’d gone home, found a half-eaten pizza in the fridge and selected a playlist that had him sitting in silence, despondently chewing cold congealed pizza as he looking at the clock on the wall of his living room. It was already past one in the morning but he couldn’t stand going to bed. Not when he could remember the feeling on your body in his arms, the way his skin felt against yours, the joined heat of the two of you under the blankets.

He hadn’t been able to sleep that night.

A bang on his door behind him broke Jungkook from the ocean of thoughts he was drowning under. He shot up, dropping the pizza in its box, senses oddly alert from the weed slipping away from his system and meandered towards the door.

He never imagined he’d be opening the door to you.

You were a mess, makeup smudged and cheeks flushed with warmth. But the moment your eyes landed on him your eyes  brightened up, making something blossom in his chest with ease.

“Jungkook~” You whined, body falling forward as your legs failed to cooperate. He caught you easily, noting the tepid warmth that radiated from your skin and sunk into his own.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? How did you get here? Who dropped you?” Jungkook’s voice sounded shrill even to his own ears but he couldn’t help it – panic had slipped in the moment he’d seen you dishevelled figure.

His questions flew right over your head - you were too preoccupied with pushing your way into his home - weakly head-butted his chest in order for him to move.

“Why did you leave so early?” You continued to whine, hands coming up to grasp at his shirt. “Why were you so mean to me?”

You didn’t expect Jungkook to grab your chin, gently tugging your head up has his concerned brown eyes searched your own. They were so pretty up close, shades of chocolate and chestnut intertwining in his irises. You wanted to fall into them and never come out.

“Y/N,” He said slowly, deep voice joining the crickets outside in an odd orchestra. “How. Did. You. Get. Here.”

“I walked,” You stated, blinking at him.

“You what? In this state? Jesus fuck! Do you ever think about the consequences of your actions?” He was yanking you inside, arms steading your drunken stumbles as he slammed the door behind your joined bodies. “I’m to kill all of them,” He murmured. “Did any see you leave? Jimin? Taehyung?”

You shook your head, the simple motion causing a maelstrom in your mind. “Their girlfriends came over. I missed you. So I walked here.”

Jungkook didn’t know whether to slam his head against a wall or to hold you and never let go.

He settled from pinching the bridge of his nose and taking in several, deep breathes. “You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N.”

You ignored him, moving towards the couch to find the pizza box. “Ohhh. Can I eat this?”

“You’re to get food poisoning, come here. Let me take care of you.” His hand found itself on your wrist, gently guiding you away from the box and into the kitchen. Jungkook may have allowed himself to eat that but he couldn’t do that to you.

Soon enough you found a cup of ramen placed before you, along with a bottle of water that Jungkook insisted you were going to finish right then and there. You ate obediently, feeling satisfied that you had all of his attention and that you getting food in the process.

You didn’t pick up on the searching glances Jungkook was giving you as he assessed you from head to toe, looking for any sign of bodily harm. He was driving him crazy to think that you walked to his apartment in the middle of the night, all alone. Something in his head was beating him up for not staying there – for not finding you and keeping you safe.

That was when the noticed the dark stain on your shirt.

“What’s that?” He slowly asked, trying to ease the tension from his voice.

“Oh,” You glanced down, “That was just Jimin. He spilled something on me.”

Jungkook was going to knock Jimin dead the next time he saw his hyung.

“You need to change. You can’t stay like that.” He was already moving before you could object, immediately returning with a black shirt of his. You gratefully accepted it, halting your eating in order to strip away the stained shirt you were currently wearing. In your current state of mind, you hadn’t thought about whether removing your shirt in front was Jungkook was a good idea. So he got a good flash of your lacy black bra before he had spun around, heart thumping in his chest.

You giggled when you noticed his turned back, rubbing the cotton fabric in against your fingertips. “It’s okay, turn around.”

He did so slowly, eyes still focused on the floor until they gradually moved upwards.

Jungkook never knew that someone could look so beautiful in a plain shirt and ruined makeup.

You looked like his, content from good food and still very drunk. And the shirt that was normally oversized on him was drowning your figure in fabric.

It hurt so much to know that was never going to be a reality for him.

“I’m tired,” You yawned, getting up to try and dump the utensils in the sink and trash the noodle package. Jungkook grabbed them both from you, eyes flickering to the clock that showed it had gone past two in the morning. He wasn’t letting you leave his house at this time.

“Yeah, we should sleep now,” He muttered, leading you towards the bedroom. You meandered inside, instantly heading towards the bed that you had grown increasingly familiar with over the past couple of weeks. You got in first, the sheets more comfortable than they had ever been. Jungkook watched you struggled with the blanket, frustrated noises slipping from your mouth that had his own curling upwards.

He acted on instinct, moving forward to take the blankets and gently tuck them around your figure until you were content.

“Thank you,” You slurred out, eyes already shut. “You’re the best when you aren’t being mean to me.”

Jungkook smiled, the motion more painful than joyous. He found himself leaning forward until his lips were softly pressed against your forehead. You sighed at the feeling, a lazy grin on your lips.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” Jungkook whispered, voice straining with sadness.

“Night Jeon. Love you.”

♡

You awoke with a jolt, senses instantly taking in the familiar furniture that you had been accustomed too. Jungkook was still sleeping beside you, chest rising and falling as the sun appeared behind his drawn curtains, bathing everything in a warm sepia glow.

You head was pounding, a clear indication you had taken too much last night. You couldn’t even remember how you’d ended up in Jungkook’s bed but your feet were strangely sore.  At least it was Jungkook and not some random guy.

That’s when you noticed you were wearing his shirt.

You got out the bed slowly, trying not to alert him as you located your clothes. They were strewn across the floor, accompanying Jungkook’s own clothes. You were trying your best not to panic. There was no way anything happened between the two of you last night – you and Jungkook were best friends, there were no feelings involved. At all.

And yet you couldn’t even wake him up to say goodbye. Instead, you gathered your belongings, not bothering to change out his shirt and fled with your tails tucked between your legs.

The first thing you did upon your return home was to strip the shirt off and leave it on your bed.

Hwasa was not home yet when you dashed into your shared apartment, much to your happiness. You cleaned up quickly, trying to scrub off the thought of you and Jungkook off your mind just as you were scrubbing your skin clean of last night’s alcoholic mistakes.

For most of the day as you run around campus, attempting to finalise all the small things you needed for mid-term break. Most students were leaving today, heading home to enjoy a merited holiday but that was not on your mind. Your parents lived to far for you to travel back in the middle of the term so you usually staying on campus. But you still had to run some errands before the school officially closed for break.

You returned home to find his shirt still on the bed, its forlornness amplified by the dark colour of the shirt. Jungkook had always preferred simple hues in his clothes. You were tempted to shove it right to the back of your closet and pretend like last night never existed but you still couldn’t piece together the series of events that ended up with you at his house. The only one who would know would be Jungkook. And you had to apologise too, for running off without a single word. Jungkook hadn’t texted or called you to ask if you were alright and it hadn’t surprised you.

So you shoved it into a bad (after folding it neatly) and left your home, trying to hold your head high and failing indefinitely.

His door wasn’t locked when you tried to open it.

You warily stepped in, wide eyes flickering side to side as you searched for the owner of the apartment. Your mouth was already open, his name forming in your throat when you heard a yell from his bedroom door.

“Get out! You have no right to be here Jiyeon! We’ve talked about this – We’re over! What don’t you understand?”

You froze in your tracks, the sound of an infuriated Jungkook piercing your ears. You knew why a second later, your feet leading you towards the door. Her face appeared between the crack of the open door, tears streaking down her face.

“You can’t tell me you love her! Everyone saw you leave without her last night! That slut is probably sleeping with half your friends!”

“Don’t you dare call her a slut Jiyeon.” His voice was ice, cutting in the tense atmosphere in the room with its harshness. “Have you forgotten how you spread your legs for nearly half the track team?”

“That was a mistake!” She wailed. “I didn’t mean too. Babe, I miss you – I know you miss me too!”

“I wished I missed you, Jiyeon,” He snapped back, racking his fingers through his rumpled russet tresses. “It would make everything so much easier if I wasn’t in love with her – it really fucking would.” He sounded like he was holding back tears when he laughed but you couldn’t see his face. You’re not sure you wanted to see his face.

Jiyeon’s look with bewilderment replicated your own. Hers was quickly replaced with a look of dejection when he ordered her out of his house for the last time.

You got out before either of them noticed you were there the whole time, fingers trembling as you left the door slightly ajar behind you.

Your shaking hands dug through your bag to find your phone, dialing Hwasa’s number with unsteady jabs at your screen.

“Hey! Where-”

“I think Jungkook is in love with me,” You sputtered out.

There was a moment of silence as you wanted for Hwasa to process what you had said. Heck, you were still processing what you had heard earlier.

“Umm…” She uttered. “I mean you guys are dating, so I think he is meant to be in love with you?” She sounded as confused as your heartfelt.

“No – no. The thing between us was fake. I think Jungkook is actually really in love with me.”

“What! The dating thing was fake? Wait, why? Y/N what’s going on?”

You exhaled, jumping into the tale of what happened the night of Sunghoon’s party and how it resulted in your current predicament and how you had just realised that Jungkook had been in love with you the whole fucking time.

“How you manage to get yourself in shit-storms like this, I will never know,” She commented. “But we need to report Sunghoon! You should have told me! I had long nails last week, I would have clawed his face off.”

“The school wouldn’t have done much and you know that, Hwasa.”

“Then the police? Let’s go there.”

“I don’t have any signs of trauma or bodily harm. Sunghoon never got there, Jungkook – Jungkook stopped him before it happened.”

“Y/N,” Hwasa gently said, “You’re so shocked that Jungkook likes you that I’m starting to think that you like him back as well.”

You paused, a weird constricting feeling in your chest. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. And in my opinion, you should just bang him, get him out of your system if you end up not wanting him.” “I can’t sleep with one of my closet friends,” You retorted.

“Yes, you can. You kissed Jaemin when you guys were only friends and you didn’t even know if he liked you back. Jungkook likes you and you know it. Plus you like him back. So what’s the problem here?”

“Well,” You sputtered, searching for some excuse but not finding any.

“Exactly,” Hwasa replied triumphantly. “Go give him his shit back and call me after you’ve at least kissed or something! I heard his dick is big.”

The dial tone hit your ear hard. You gazed at your phone, trying to think of another person to call so you can waste time before eventually going back to Jungkook’s. But he was the only other person you called frequently enough besides Hwasa, and she wasn’t going to pick up anytime soon.

So you recollected yourself and walked back. Your knuckles barely grazed the door when Jungkook ripped it open, agitation contorting his features. It immediately eased away when his gaze fell on you. However, the tense grip on his door handle did not disappear.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“Yeah, hey. I just came by to drop the shirt you gave me last night,” You replied, trying your best to ignore the tremor colouring your voice as you handed him the bag with his shirt. “Thank you for that.”

He took it, nodding without a single comment, feet already shuffling back so he could slam the door in your face.

“Wait!” You sputtered out, had shotting out to hold the door open. “Can I come in? Just for a moment. I want to talk.”

Jungkook regarded you with a wary gaze, stepping back so you can enter. “You can’t stay long though. I’m leaving tomorrow so I need to pack,” He mentioned, voice clipped.

The fact that he was going away so soon made your heart sink in ways you couldn’t explain. You walked in, eyes landing on everything but him. Your palms felt clammy to your touch, heart thumping harder against your chest with every passing second.

When you looked up, he was staring down at you expectantly.

Your mouth was dry, the words you wanted to say stuck in your throat. You cleared it, fingers fumbling with the hem of your jacket as you attempted to calm down your racing heart.

“Well? Are you going to say anything? I have things to do.”

You took in a shaky breath. This was the first time you’d ever been a position like this. Relationships were never hard for you. If you like a person you would tell them upfront. But with Jungkook you were so so afraid that you had misread the situation and by saying something you would have ruined a long-term friendship.

But you opened your mouth and said it anyways.

“I like you.”

The three words caused him to freeze, dark brows raised in shock.

“I-I don’t know if you like me back, but I feel like I should say it-”

“Do you mean it,” Jungkook quietly said, cutting you off.

“What do you mean?” You questioned, looking at him. Jungkook’s eyes were wide and dark with intensity.

“I mean, do you mean it. Do you really like me?”

“Yes, Jungkook. Why would I-”

His mouth was pressed against yours before you could even register him pulling you closer. You melted in his touch, mouth willing opening to let him in. You needed too. You wanted Jungkook to consume you wholely, take every part that you were willing to offer. And his did, drawing your lower lip between his with a sigh of content rumbling behind the chest you were holding onto you. His hands slipped around your waist, drawing you closer to him with a small tug. Sparks shot through your body as the feeling of his hands on your body, the nerves within you responding to him in ways they’d had never before for anyone else.

When you pulled apart, your lips were tingling. He rested his head against yours, cheeks flushed rouge and peach lips glistening. It just made you want to kiss him even more.

“I don’t think you know how badly I’ve wanted to do that,” He rasped out, dark eyes flickering between your lips and eyes.

“Do it one more time. Please.”

You drew him closer again, fingers dragging themselves against his scalp as your lips found one another once more, eliciting a groan from him. It was even better the second time, your mouths moving in unison as Jungkook drew out muffled moans from your own mouth. His tongue pressed against your own, his need to have you apparent in how he pulled you even closer to him. You gave away more of yourself, a new type of desire blooming in your body as you kissed Jungkook. It was harder to pull away this time, enough though you needed to breathe you found yourself coming back for pecks that quickly turned into passionate kisses.

Jungkook finally backed away, mouth open and hair ruined from your ministrations. “We’re going to have to stop before we do something we might regret.”

“I don’t want to stop. Do you?” You muttered, aware of you your underwear was drenched in slick right down. There was already a tight coil of desire in your core that was wound up. You hadn’t slept with anyone since Sunghoon and from what you felt earlier Jungkook was just as wound up as you were.

He paused, evaluating your face. “Are you sure?”

You pressed your body against him, the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach. The feeling of him there made your legs tremble with want. “Absolutely.”

Jungkook hoisted you into the air without a second thought. You shrieked, hiding the smile on your face in his neck. Your legs naturally wrapped themselves around his waist, given his crotch the perfect amount of access to your dripping core.

He dropped you down on his bed with ease, falling right between your legs with a loud thump. You head had hit the bed too hard causing a soft cry from your lips.

“Did I hurt you?” He hurriedly asked.

You smiled, pulling his face closer to yours. “Yes. But you can fix it with a kiss.”

You felt the smile in his kiss when his lips touched yours and then you were lost in the sensation of having him like that. And the sounds he was making. You had never pinned yourself to like loud men but with every groan and whimper that Jungkook made, the wetter you became and the more you liked it. Until the feeling of emptiness was unbearable and you were bucking up at his elevated hips, searching for some form of relief. Why were you wearing jeans? Why was anyone wearing any clothes?

A rough grip landed on your hip, pressing it back down on the mattress. You whined, pulling away from Jungkook’s lips.

His eyes were blown out, dark with want but unforgiving as he said, “Wait. I want to eat you out first.”

He slid down, pausing to devour your neck, leaving a dark mark in wake of his lips before digging his fingertips into the waistband on your jeans. You helped him, yanking off the bottoms and your top with vigour and tossing them onto the floor. When you reached for your underwear, Jungkook stopped your hands, pushing them back onto the bed.

“Let me,” He whispered, voice husky. You swallowed, nodding as you watched him spread apart your pliant legs before dragging his wet tongue right down your clothed pussy. He slipped two fingers into the waist of your underwear, slowly dragging the fabric away. You didn’t know you could get any wetter than you already word, but when his eyes finally landed on your exposed pussy he muttered a soft “fuck” that had you drenched in an instant. His tongue was on your clit immediately, swirling patterns of figure eights across the sensitive bud before moving lower to map out every part of you with his mouth.

You found yourself bucking into his mouth, nails digging into his scalp as you whined with need. Jungkook revelled in your response, eagerly finding new places to slip his tongue into. He flicked it against your entrance, tensing the nerves around there before tentatively pressing his tongue inside you.

You groaned, legs falling wider apart to give him more space to devour you. Jungkook compiled, enthusiastic flicks against your pussy making your back arch against the mattress.

“F-fuck! Jungkook, ugh.” You had never been eaten out like this. Jungkook was tasting every part of you and from the hums in he was making he was enjoying it just as much as you were. You glanced down, finding Jungkook staring up at your face as his tongue formed whirlpools around your clit your glistening slick on his mouth.

His fingers joined a moment later, probing at your entrance until two of them easily slipped past your walls, replacing his tongue. The pushed forward, your pussy tight around them, curling up in order to reach the ball of nerves that would set you off. You were already building up towards the edge. You hadn’t had anyone touch you like this in a long time and you had to admit that Jungkook was good. So good that in a moment he had the pads of his fingers against something that had you panting into the air.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous,” He groaned against your pussy lips. “So fucking beautiful with my mouth on your pussy and my fingers in you. You like this don’t you? Like having my dirty mouth on your pussy.” He pressed his tongue against the sensitive bud, causing a jolt to run through your body as the fingers inside you dragged against your walls. You could already feel them tightening, the tremors of your release thrumming in your legs.

“You want to cum don’t you? All over my mouth and my fingers,” Jungkook rasped, his fingers snapping into your pussy. He knew you were close and he was relishing in the way your body responded to him. You were losing it, unable of making coherent sentences apart of the occasional scream of his name when he was too rough with you.

Then he stopped, pulling his fingers from your pussy with a wet loud sound that had you snapping your head up to look at him again.

“Why – why did you stop?” You were so close, you just needed a little bit more and you would have disintegrated in his hands.

Jungkook grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. It felt strange to taste yourself on his mouth but you didn’t mind it.

“I can’t let you come yet, Y/N. Do you know how many times I’ve thought of having you like this? There are many, many things I want to do tonight. Can be good for me and wait until I say you can?” Jungkook murmured against your mouth.

You nodded, gulping as he crawled back up the bed, fingers grazing your warm skin.

“Truth be told I could eat your pussy for hours. Days even. The sounds you make – fuck I love your mouth.” He was pulling you in for another kiss, the significant bulge of his right against your clit. You whined, the fabric of his jeans hurting you with every minuscule buck of his hips.

It took a couple of seconds for Jungkook to understand what you meant but when he did he kicked him them, leaving him in a pair of black boxes that failed to conceal the massive tent he was rocking behind the fabric.

You wanted to touch him, run your fingers along his length and make him feel as good as he was making you feel but before you could reach out and wrap your fingers around his cock, Jungkook was pulling them back, clasping your wrists in one large hand of his and pressing them into the sheets with force.

“Let me see all of you first,” He said, the other hand slipping behind your back to unhook your bra. Your breasts fell out of them, Jungkook easily catching them with his mouth. Your nipples had never been sensitive but the moment his mouth touched the skin there nerves connected and sparked, sending signals of desire right down to your pussy.

“Fuck, f-f-uck! Jungkook! Fuck please put your fingers in me.”

“Beg.”

“Jungkook, please, please. Need your fingers inside, need anything, Fuck please.”

“So fucking eloquent with words,” He hissed, two fingers slipping back down to pump themselves in you. You arched into them, driving your hips down so he could faster into, they twisted with your movements, coaxing another rise out of you were every lick against your nipples alongside the feeling of his fingers flexing inside you.

Just as you drew closer he pulled them away again, leaving your frustrated, walls clenching desperately around the air. But you immediately forgot about it when Jungkook looked at you with utter want, lips swollen from working up every part of your body.

“Want to ride my face?”

It took a little bit of cooperation and with your legs already weak from being so close two times and then cruelly denied you had a bit of trouble making them function. But then you were descending down on Jungkook’s mouth, his arms holding your hips up. He pressed a kiss against your pussy lips, spreading them apart with an expert drag of his tongue that had you leaning forward, stomach caving in as you tried to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to tip you over.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I could stay here all day. You taste so fucking good on my tongue.”

“I’ll taste even better when you let me cum.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating right into your core. “Is that what you want baby?”

You began to nod, only to throw your head back with Jungkook’s lips found themselves around your clit once more. Your chest heaved with each short lungful of air as you tried to keep yourself upright and not sit down directly onto his face. Wave after wave of tremors that shot through your legs from your core was making it hard for you. You could already feel it peaking, a blazing white heat burning in your core as you fists the bed sheets beside you in an attempt to draw it away.

“Come baby girl. Come all over my face.”

You didn’t need another command, a shudder wreaking havoc through your body as you released yourself onto his tongue. Jungkook lapped it up, moaning into your pussy as he took one hand to his pants, palming himself through the thin fabric.

“Fuck,” You heaved out, heart beating out of your chest.

“Are you okay with another one?” He muttered as you slipped away from his head, thighs still feeling like putty at the smallest movement. The fact that Jungkook wanted to drag another orgasm out of your tired body was mind blowing.

“G-give me a moment.”

Jungkook did, a satisfied smirk on his face as you collapsed beside him. Your eyes had fluttered closed unwillingly but snapped right back open when you a felt a press of a kiss against your forehead.

Why did that feel familiar?

His hands were trailing patterns against your skin, guiding themselves down to your still drenched pussy slowly. You savoured the feeling of him against your skin, allowing yourself to enjoy it because finally after yearning for it Jungkook was yours.

“Can I fuck you now?”

You nodded into the comforter, legs spreading open. You didn’t miss the small smile Jungkook sported, before climbing above your body to flip you around so that you were face to face.

He moved to tug off his underwear, a spot of precum staining the front of the fabric but you stopped him, fingers grasping the band of the material.

“Let me,” You said, mimicking his earlier words. Jungkook rolled his eyes at you, but his still glimmered with want.

His cock sprung free from the confinements of the fabric, red and hard with need, slapping against the cotton fabric of the shirt he was still wearing. Which you were not happy about.

“Why are you wearing that?” You tugged at the hem of his shirt until he pulled it off, revealing a set of chiselled abs that made your inside walls clench with longing. His cock slapped against the bare skin of his stomach, beads of cum pooling from his flushed tip. You bit your lips, a motion Jungkook didn’t miss.

“You can suck me off later, right now I really want to fuck you.”

“I’m waiting,” You replied, running your fingers against the curves of his muscles. The flexed underneath your touch; your fingers felt like live wires because that movement sent a spiral of heat to your core.

“I have condoms in the drawer let me-”

“We don’t need them. I’m clean and I’m on the pill. Are you?” Jungkook eagerly nodded, cock twitching at the thought of being buried inside you with no barrier.

He grabbed his length, idly running his hand against it.  You moved your legs wider apart, watching as Jungkook hoisted you up, his cock in line with you. The sensation of his head teasing your wet entrance had your inner muscles clenching in anticipation. He was fairly big and you knew you could get a nice deep stretch from it but your idea of what you expected paled in comparison to the feeling of him pushing right into you with one swift stroke.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” He groaned against your neck, giving you another deep thrust until his hip was pressed right against your own. You couldn’t say anything, silent whimpers leaving your mouth as you adjusted to the feeling of him against your walls. You felt the need to flex them, the motion prompting a mumbled moan from Jungkook as he held still, waiting for you to grow comfortable.

You rocked your own hips against him, the motion allowing this cock to slip even deeper into you. Jungkook snapped right back, hitting the coil of pleasure that had resurfaced the moment he’d entered inside you.

“Move, Jungkook, please move.”

He did exactly want you wanted, hips snapped forward with sharp precise thrusts, driving his cock into you with every motion. You groaned when you felt the tip of his shaft hit the bundle of nerves he’d found earlier, your own hips snapped up to meet his, the sound of skin hitting skin permeating the air around you.

“God, fuck! You’re so fucking tight. So fucking wet. Shit u-uh.” He moved faster, harder, beads of sweat forming on his skin as he fucked you into the mattress, the bed moving with every thrust of his hips.

You threw your head back, lost in the pleasure he was pulling from your body, an inferno of heat already pooling at your core.

His aim was already becoming sloppy, his need for release clear when you felt his cock twitch against your walls. You just needed a little bit more, just once more thrust against your –

“F-f-fuck! Jungkook! Ugh, fuck there, there, there. Yes! Shit – right there!”

His hips drove forward, as he pulled your legs up to get deeper. The simple action gave him direct access to where you needed him most and in seconds you were falling apart around his length. Your moans were honey to his ears and making it harder for him to stay together and fuck you through your orgasm. You could barely utter a word, mouth open with only soft broken ahs falling from your throat. Several more wild thrusts into you and Jungkook came to a halt. You could feel him shudder as he coated your walls with his cum, pants colouring the bruised skin on your neck, with every twitch of his cock against your walls.

You lay there for a moment, catching your breath, until Jungkook slipped his cock out, a wet plop coming from the shift. He collapsed beside you, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his chest expanding and caving in, glimmering in the late afternoon sunlight.

He glanced at you, a content smile on his face and shifted so that he could pull you closer against his wet chest.

“Ew, you’re sweaty,” You whined.

“So are you, sweetheart,” He snorted back, breath cooling your drenched neck.

“We need to talk though,” You continued. You hadn’t intended for things to escalate so quickly but it wasn’t like you had objected to it either.

“Later,” Jungkook said, slinging an arm over your waist.

“Don’t you have to shower or something? Are you still packing to leave?” You hadn’t forgotten that Jungkook was leaving tomorrow and it was still bothering you at the back on your mind.

“To where?” He sounded confused.

“Home – for the break. You said you were going.”

“Are you going home?”

“No, my parents are too far away.”

“Then I’m not going home,” Jungkook simply stated.

“What?”

“I don’t need to go home right now. Home is where ever you are, Y/N. Plus we have a lot of things to make up for.”

You blushed, a warm feeling budding in your chest. “Like what?”

“I pretty sure you own me a blowjob. And a proper date.”

Outtakes:

“Wait what? I walked here?”

Jungkook sleepily nodded into your skin.

“Why – what was I thinking?”

“I asked you the same thing.”

“And what did I say?”

“You said you miissseed me.”

“Ugh, shut-up, no I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did. You miiissssed me because you loove me.”

“I will literally kick you in the balls right now.”

“You love my dick too much to ever do that.”

“…True.”

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video game questionnaire :)

tagged by @greencrusader13 ! might be a little disappointed because anything i’ve posted recently (ME, DA + SWTOR) are the only games I’ve ever played. i know, i’m a gaming baby but i’m getting there lol.

Rules: Fill in your answers below and tag some buddies!

Games

First game you ever played: I want to say World of Warcraft. I was born a few months after it was released [it’ll be 16 before I am :( ] and my parents absolutely loved it throughout my childhood. They stopped playing retail a while back, but they got me into it back during Mists of Pandaria. I don’t play it anymore (no real reason other than that except for one time, I’ve been locked to free to play since I picked it up)

Favorite game: If you mean game I go back to just for the hell of it when I’m sad or bored, SWTOR.

Game you’ve played through multiple times: ...SWTOR. I have quite a few toons that are honestly just copies of each other. It isn’t perfect, but besides WOW it’s a game from my childhood. Been playing since beta (okay ‘playing’ is a rather complex word for wandering around and not knowing what the hell to do at eight years old)

Game you hated at first but now love: I’m usually willing to give most games a chance, even if I don’t like it. See: MEA. Can’t say I love it, but some of the characters I like.

Game you used to love but now hate: Overwatch. I used to be really into the competitive scene but the highest rank I ever managed was bottom of the barrel silver. They make it rather difficult to rise in rank, and I gave up a few years ago. Still play when I need a little bit of chaos in my life but it’s not on my list of games to love anymore.

Your favorite game atmosphere/setting(s): Mass Effect 1. Now saying I’ve been through the whole trilogy and then some, I like the setting of the calm before the storm. Shepard + co. know something’s up, but without real proof they can’t really do anything. It’s a little unnerving, really.

Game with the best group/companion(s): Mass Effect 2. With the largest crew in the trilogy, it’s impossible not to get attached to them. Except for Jacob. I will never be attached to Jacob.

A game with your favorite ending: I might be too hard on games, but I legitimately can not think of an ending where I went ‘wow! I worked really hard for this and my characters prospered because of it!’. Except for ME2, where I was flying by the seat of my pants at first, entirely unaware of how the ending system worked and honestly, probably only managed the best ending because of mutuals (you know who you are ;). Made it all the more satisfying seeing all of my squadmates at the end.

A game with the WORST ending: MEA. I didn’t like the entire game to begin with, and the Meridian stuff honestly flew over my head like a damn jet. I always liked the Tempest’s theme, and that gave me chills over the ending, but it was rather anticlimatic. Unlike the two games before it, there’s really no risk factor in the ending. And Ryder 1 was a poor excuse for a culmination of your work. I did not spend a majority of those 65 hours on that game to not get another cutscene or epilogue with my 100% viability.

Best character customization?: I’ve been told DAI has one of the best. However, I personally like MEA’s, the realism is nice but a little jarring when it’s animated in-game.

Hero and Companions

Your favorite playable character: The Inquisitor and Trooper from SWTOR are my favorite classes to play. Shepard is pretty great too.

The funniest playable character: Currently, the Smuggler from SWTOR.

Your favorite companion(s): Elara Dorne, Andronikos Revel, Doc, Theron Shan, Lana Beniko + Gault (SWTOR), Alistair and Morrigan (DAO; I know, it’s early but they’re fun!), Garrus Vakarian, Kaidan Alenko, Tali’zorah nar Rayya vas Normandy + EDI (ME OT), Vetra, Drack, Jaal + Kallo (MEA)

Companions you could live without: Skadge, Jacob + PeeBee. I would’ve said James, but he grew on me during ME3′s campaign. Liam and Gil are sort of climbing up there, but I can see where MEA tried to grow their characters so I’m giving them a pass for now.

Relationships

Favorite game friendship(s): Shepard + Garrus. Sorry these two snip at each other so much of you let them, and that line ‘There is no Shepard without Vakarian’ kills me every single time. None of my Shepards have actually romanced him but it’s cool to see a female/male friendship that isn’t dependent on a relationship to back it. On that note, Joker + Shepard as well. He doesn’t have that big of place in the game, but he obviously really cares about them. He’s omnipresent in the series too, and one of the few characters that can’t die in the game. Hell, Anderson even asked him to watch over their stress levels, and he was obviously serious about it too. And Tali + Shepard. While that can also be a romance (apparently was even a bi one before it was cut entirely, thank you modders for restoring it), the friendship you can have with her is undeniably sweet. She feels like a completely capable younger sister that you watch grow up through the games, from a young Quarian on her pilgrimage to an Admiral who was ready to do what was right for her people.

Favorite game relationship(s): ...Shepard/Kaidan (ME3, specifically. I mean you guys you’ve seen my blog), Shepard/Garrus, Ryder/Jaal, Ryder/Reyes, F!SW/Theron, F!Consular/Felix, F!Trooper/Aric

Favorite companion banter: ...you guys play games with banter between companions? I kid, but I like the banter between Ashley and Kaidan in ME1. And Morrigan and Alistair’s in DAO.

A relationship you loved but went bad: Malavai Quinn and a female Sith Warrior. I loved the way it was going during the vanilla story, but then the betrayal hit and he disappeared for six years and two expansions. A double whammy if you ask me. This kind of goes for all the vanilla romances, especially Vector for me.

A relationship you weren’t sure of but loved: Jaal and Ryder, and then Thane and Shepard. I did Jaal’s with Fia, and have yet to do Thane’s with Shepard. Jaal was unbelievably sweet if you did romance him, and he has a living family you visit in game. Thane’s is sweet, but also heart wrenchingly sad because you knew he was going to die in the next game but you’re still entirely willing to go after him.

A character you wish you COULD romance: Joker. Sorry, I am not sorry. I mean apparently there’s even a line where he alludes to if there was an alternate universe, he’d quote on quote “Rock your world”. Bioware, lock away the good romances why don’t you. I can just imagine how quickly the conversations in the cockpit would turn on their heads...and Zenith. Zenith I wanted as an option. I feel like the Consular would’ve worked rather well with him.

A minor character you wish could be a companion: Nihlus. I know next to nothing about him, but the fact he was killed off so fast is annoying to say the least. Skavak from SWTOR as well, I know he was an antagonist for a whole chapter, but I mean, we chased Jaesa down for a whole Act, so Skavak should’ve been fair game too.

Fun

Shoutout to a random NPC: Green took mine, but yes, that officer from the Citadel in ME2, “Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son of a bitch in space!”

A game you love watching playthroughs for and want to play: Left 4 Dead. I know, it’s an old game but I love zombies. I would probably have nightmares for a while but the universe fascinates me at least.

Love watching playthroughs but won’t ever play: Walking Dead (Telltale; not even for the zombies but because the story telling is not as great as it could’ve been), Dead by Daylight (yet again, the universe is cool, I just don’t like other people)

Online gaming or solo?: Solo. Up until recently I’d only ever played with PUGs during FPs and that was rather frustrating. It got so bad that I ended up just running them to level and do the story quests at higher levels, especially for classes like the Inquisitor that I’d run plenty of times before. Still, some new Discord mutuals fixed that for me, it’s actually fun to do FPs now.

Why do you play video games?: For someone who grew up rather sheltered (and is still sheltered, shhhh), video games were my escape from kids who liked the sun and animals a little too much. So I played video games. It distracted me from my other problems in real life and gave me something else to focus on, like saving the galaxy a few times over.

tagging: @sheyshen , @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond , @roguescarlett

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