#we dont talk about the side/interior

[aurorangen]

london townhouse

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 builds #ts4 builds #ts4 exterior #my builds #postcard extra #ahhh i am so proud of this build!! #i have always wanted to build a london townhouse and now i have 😁 #renee and vinces new house!! #we dont talk about the side/interior #thats not done yet

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another Benny x human reader idea i have is that they are in the mist of a supernatural showdown/battle and it goes so horribly wrong that the reader nearly dies but luckily because of Benny being so protective of her he gets brave and uses his magic to save her life and from the fear of losing her

Prom Night (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: When Jesse turns up at the prom, you and your friends have to stop him from trying to get Sarah in his clutches. In an attempt to get her to join him and his wannabe cult, he tries forcing her to turn into a full vampire by biting Ethan. But Ethan’s not the only one who gets a run in with death.

A/N: i don’t remember the exact plot of the S1 finale episode and i dont feel like looking it up or watching for reference. also fuck canon, the gang + reader are in junior/senior year bc when i went to school, prom (ik it’s not specifically prom in the episode but im making it prom) was only for upperclassmen and i still think it’s wild that the boys are 14-15 + freshmen/sophomores while the girls are 17-18 + juniors/seniors

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You had been dreaming of this day since you were a little girl, as cliche as that sounded. The fancy dress, the cutest date, the perfect night. You had the dress; you looked with Sarah and Erica for weeks and even found shoes that matched perfectly. You had the date, your boyfriend Benny gave you the cheesiest and best promposal using magic and the help of your friends. Now, you were waiting to have the best night of your teenage years.

It started with Benny picking you up. Despite dating you for a few years, he was still stumbling over his words at the sight of you when you opened the door. 

“Wow, you’re-” Benny cut off his high-pitched voice by clearing his throat, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. “God, you look beautiful, Y/n.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Bens.” You grinned, letting him into the house. You gave him a kiss, and your mom startled you by snapping a picture with her camera.

“Okay, lovebirds, pose for me.” The two of you complied, arms wrapped around each other and smiles wide as your mom blinded you with the camera’s flash. After a few hundred pictures, she finally let you leave the house. 

You were surprised to step out onto your front porch and find a limo parked in front of your house. Benny held out his arm for you to take, and he opened the car door for you to slide in first.

“Benny, how did you afford this?” You asked, looking at the beautiful interior as the limo drove off. 

“Me and the guys chipped in. And I may have used my devilish charm to get a discount.” You and Benny both knew what he meant by ‘charm,’ especially by him wiggling his eyebrows. “We’re gonna go to Ethan’s to get him and Sarah, and then we’ll pick up Erica and Rory at their houses.”

“Oh my gosh, I can’t wait to see Sarah and Erica’s dresses. They’re so perfect.”

“Yeah, I bet they are.” Benny kissed the side of your head. “I wanted to pick you up first, though, so we could have some alone time. Everything’s been so crazy lately.”

You smiled, grabbing Benny’s arm to put over your shoulders so you could tuck yourself into his side. The two of you talked about little things that you weren’t able to tell each other due to monster fights or big homework assignments taking priority. As the limo became filled with your friends, the conversation split into multiple topics until you finally reached the school.

“You look good in blue.” You told your boyfriend, eyeing his outfit in the disco lights. “I was a bit scared that you would look kinda ridiculous in this suit, but you honestly look pretty hot.”

“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t look at least a little ridiculous.” Benny laughed, leaning down to kiss your lips. “But thank you, baby. Wanna dance?”

“I’d love to.” You slipped your hand into his outreached one, and he dragged you to the center of the gym as a slow song came on.

The night you dreamed of was going perfectly. You danced with your boyfriend practically all night, although you danced with all your friends to the more upbeat songs. Benny couldn’t stop telling you how pretty you were, keeping at least one hand on you the whole evening.

“I’m getting kind of hungry!” You had to almost shout in Benny’s ear for him to hear you, being drowned out by the crowd of students and blaring music. “Should we get out of here?”

“Whatever you want, babe!” Benny responded, guiding you through the dancing crowd to the gym wall. 

“You go get the limo, I’ll round everyone up and meet you outside.” Benny nodded and gave you a parting kiss before exiting the gym, leaving you to find your friends. The task was pretty easy: you found Ethan and Sarah dancing in the corner of the dance floor, Rory trying to flirt with girls and absolutely tearing up the snack table, and Erica giving glares to anyone who got too close to her or asked her to dance with them.

You all left the gym together and headed for the front entrance, where Benny was probably waiting with the limousine. The hallways were dark, which was a bit strange, but none of you questioned it.

“Any ideas on where to go?” You asked, the front entrance in sight. “I just know I’m starving.”

“Oh! There’s this new place that opened up on the other side of town! Totally fancy.” Rory said.

“Are we sure we can afford fancy food?” Ethan asked. “We could get some fast food.” You laughed.

“Oh yeah. Let’s take the limo through a drive-through, I’d love to see that.”

“Leaving so soon?” A voice echoed down a hallway to your left. Everyone turned and tried looking down the dark hall to see a mysterious figure. The person walked towards you slowly, stopping when they were visible to you.

Jesse Black.

“Thought you’d save me a dance, Sarah.” He approached the girl, giving her a faux pout. You and Ethan moved to stand in front of her, staring Jesse down.

“Guys, are you ready?” Benny came through the front entrance in a hurry. “The limo’s waiting. Why are you- Oh.” He halted next to you when he saw Jesse, who smirked at him. Immediately, Benny put a hand on your elbow to gently tug you behind him, so he stood shoulder to shoulder with Ethan, shielding you and Sarah from Jesse’s view.

“Relax, Weird,” Jesse said, tilting his head. “I’m not here for your little girlfriend.” In a flash, Jesse pushed everyone away from Sarah with his telekinesis. You groaned in pain as you hit the floor, Benny landing next to you. “Heard you’re still a fledgling, Sarah. Honestly, I expected better.”

“Get away from her!” Ethan shouted, slowly standing up. Jesse ignored him, still looking at Sarah, slowly moving closer. With every step he took forward, she took a step back.

“I’ve been doing some thinking, baby. I want you back.”

“In your dreams, Jesse.”

“That’s cute, really.”

“I said get away from her!” Ethan launched himself at Jesse. But thanks to his vampire agility, Jesse grabbed the boy by the lapels of his suit jacket and threw him at the wall.

“Don’t hurt him!” Sarah shouted, ready to run to Ethan’s aide, but Jesse reached him first. Everyone froze as Jesse taunted Sarah, tearing Ethan’s sleeve near the cuff and putting his wrist close to his fangs.

“Look at yourself, Sarah. It’s like you have feelings for the little pipsqueak.” Jesse laughed as if the idea itself was a big joke. But Sarah didn’t respond. Jesse took her silence as confirmation. “Holy shit, you do.”

Erica and Rory ran at Jesse from opposite sides, hoping to catch him off guard. But Jesse unfortunately saw it coming, stepping back and pushing Rory into Erica, making them fall and slide away on the floor.

“You wanna be with him so bad?” Jesse asked Sarah, paying the rest of you barely any mind. “Let me help you with that.”

Ethan screamed in pain as Jesse sunk his fangs into his wrist. Ethan crumbled in the vampire’s hold until he was dropped onto the floor, writhing around as the venom started to spread. Sarah ran to the boy, trying to figure out how to help him. Jesse simply walked away.

“Hope you like him enough to spend all of eternity with him,” Jesse called out behind his shoulder. “If not, you’ll know where to find me.”

While Sarah whimpered frantic apologies to Ethan, Benny left your side to follow Jesse. Worried for your boyfriend’s safety and what he was about to do, you were hot on his tail.

“Get back here!” Benny shouted. You wondered how nobody had wandered out of the gym to see what all the commotion was. “I said get back here!” Benny shot a spark at the evil vampire, which was quickly dodged. In the blink of an eye, your boyfriend was held up against the wall in a chokehold, slowly struggling to breathe.

“Wanna be like your friend over there, Weir?” Jesse asked with an evil, toothy grin. He moved his hand to uncover the side of Benny’s neck, using his other hand to tilt his head to the side. 

It was a bit of a struggle with the heels and dress and all, but you launched yourself at Jesse, yanking his head away from your boyfriend’s neck before he could sink his teeth into him. Jesse let go of Benny to try and pull your limbs off of him, but you had an iron grip. 

Jesse backed himself into the row of lockers behind you, slamming your body into them. You yelped at the pain but did your best to hold onto him. Jesse didn’t appreciate your stubbornness, throwing his head back to headbutt you, which subsequently bashed your head against the metal behind you. It caught you off guard, the dizziness loosening your hold just enough for Jesse to push you off of him.

He turned around and picked you up, your wooziness worsening from getting up so fast, and threw you down the hall. You passed out from exhaustion and pain seconds after hitting the floor.

Jesse let out a low whistle and looked at Benny, who was sitting against the wall wheezing.

“She’s a little firecracker, isn’t she?” Jesse grinned, turning back to the exit. “Good luck with that.” Then he was gone.

Benny, too weak and lightheaded to stand, crawled over to you. He felt bad for passing Ethan to get to you, but Sarah and Rory seemed to be doing their best to help him. Benny soon reached your unconscious body, with Erica placing your head in her lap to keep it elevated.

“It’s bad, Benny.” She muttered to him, lifting a hand from under your head to show her fingers, which were lightly coated in blood. “She must’ve cut her head on the locker slats.”

“Shit.” Benny hissed, his own injuries forgotten as he focused on you. He didn’t have to be a doctor to know that head wounds were bad, probably even more since you were unconscious. “I don’t know what to do.” He said helplessly.

“Don’t you know a spell that can heal wounds or something?”

“Yeah, but not off the top of my head!”

“Well, remember!” Erica commanded. “I know you can remember, Benny. Do it.” Erica wished to be less harsh, but she knew she’d rather bully Benny into remembering a spell to heal you and apologize later than lose you.

Benny wracked his brain, trying to summon the spell to the front of his mind. But there seemed to be nothing but guilt. He should’ve known something bad would happen tonight, he should’ve prepared for it. He should’ve protected you from Jesse, but instead, you protected him. And now look at you, slowly losing a pulse.

“Benny,” Erica whispered, adjusting your limp body in her hold. “You can’t feel guilty for letting Y/n get hurt. You have to help her now. That’s what you owe her, not guilt.”

If Benny wasn’t so worried about you, he would’ve joked about Erica going soft. Carefully, he took you from Erica’s grasp, putting your head in his hands. Benny hated to take a guess in such a situation, but he placed his hands on your head wound, which was wet and sticky, and started muttering an incantation that he hoped was a healing spell.

Benny closed his eyes to keep focus, repeating his words in desperation. Erica watched the faint glow coming from his hands seep into the cut. Slowly but surely, Benny felt the wound seal itself shut, the only evidence that you had it in the first place being the blood that slightly matted your hair.

“Oh, thank God.” Benny let out a breath of relief as you took a deep and sudden breath. He lifted your body to hold you close to his chest while you slowly gained consciousness. His cheek rested against the top of your head, trying to comfort both you and himself.

“What happened?” You asked weakly, trying to sit up.

“Don’t worry about it,” Benny answered quickly, gently stopping you from leaving your place against him. “It’s okay now; you’re okay now.” Erica gave you a weak smile and stood, walking away to give you some space. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” You asked, looking at Benny curiously.

“You’ve been looking forward to this night for, like, forever. And then it got ruined by all this.”

“You’re acting like it’s your fault, Bens.” You raised a hand to cup Benny’s cheek, and he immediately leaned into your touch.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Despite the recent events, you smiled up at him. “I wanted to have the perfect and most fun-filled night with the cutest guy I could ever love. And I got just that.”

“Your head was slammed into a locker, and you probably almost died.” You simply shrugged.

“Everyone has their own definition of fun.” The two of you laughed quietly, and you sat up enough to kiss Benny’s lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He responded, kissing you again before hugging you tight against him.

#agaypanic #benny weir x reader #benny weir #my babysitter's a vampire x reader #my babysitter's a vampire

[that-one-random-writer]

Caution to the Wayward Son Chapter 1

Rooster x f! Not pilot Reader- Enemies to lovers

Summary: One bad first date. That's all it takes for an impression to be rotten. A reputation costs more than just the price of dinner. Six months deployed on an aircraft carrier across the hall from the date. That is priceless in the navy.

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, 18+ eventually Words: 1,838 no use of Y/N I'm doing a lot of research into the navy. If I'm wrong about something, I deeply apologize. I'm not in the navy, I do know some military things not all.

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There was a big party at a navy officers house. He had invited everyone to come drink and be merry for his thirty year old birthday. He had invited a lot of people. There were huge groups of pilots, WSOs, NFOs, this man had a crowd all supplying and sharing each other booze.

You were standing in the kitchen. There were white cabinets, foliage, and baskets made of wood holding different treats on the marble countertop. You looked around, acknowledging that the birthday boy either really loves interior design or most definitely had a wife. You held conversations with your coworkers about the house and work, meeting new WSOs and pilots. You smiled as a new one introduced himself.

"I'm Omaha," you shake his hand, returning the introduction with your name.

The living room was open concept. Just across the hard wood floors covered by other party goers, hangman spoke to Rooster on the couch. "I told you to get off your perch. Now look Omaha is going in for the kill. You've been staring at the poor girl for twenty minutes." Rooster looked back at hangman who had a girl by his side. "You have to go up to her to get her number." Hangman added. Rooster looked back at you watching Omahas encounter with you. It seemed you were letting him down easy. Rooster held his head in his hands.

Hangman stood up. "Alright, I've had enough of this..." He trailed. The girl following behind him.

Rooster knew what he was doing. "Hangman..." He trailed.

Hangman called over his shoulder. "You said I could be your wingman anytime."

Rooster called back. "I meant in the air."

Hangman chuckled. "Not a chance you'll be my wingman up there. Down here, though. I'm your guy. Look, I've even got you a weapons system operator. She knows exactly what works picking up girls, dont you." The girl nodded, giggling. He stepped away with his girl on his hip. Rooster watched but looked nervously on his phone once hangman appeared in your conversation.

You stood talking casually to one pilot when another appeared next to him. "Omaha... do you mind if I speak with the lady?" This pilot had a woman by his side. You felt comfortable having another woman around. There were far fewer females within the navy. His voice spoke over the music playing. "I'm hangman. This is Tinsley." You introduced yourself, giving them your name. Hangman smiled.

"It's nice to meet you." He repeated your name back. "Look, I have a friend. He's a little shy. I was wondering if I could give you his number?" You smiled lightly about to shoot him down.

Tinsley read your expression. "Let me show you what he looks like." Tinsley pulled out her phone and pulled up a picture of Rooster from the teams beach adventures. "He's really funny. He wears these Hawaiian shirts. He's a sweetheart. He's not really shy. He just couldn't find an opening to come talk to you. We thought we would help him out. You look gorgeous. I love your outfit. "

You saw the pictures and had a different view of his personality from the insecure man hangman sold him as. Your expression gave off a different vibe to Tinsley than it did before. "Thank you. I like yours too." You complemented her outfit back.

She scrolled a couple more over. "He's got a nice body, too. We can give you his number and you can think about it. No pressure."

You nodded. "Alright. I like a funny guy."

Hangman gave you the number and walked back towards Rooster. "Alright, loser, it's done. She's got your number. I've got a night ahead of me." He glanced back at Tinsley. "I'm taking off. Don't forget we have some training to do tomorrow."

Rooster looked back up at you. You had walked out of the kitchen somewhere he didn't see. He eventually called it a night himself.

The sun had risen once again. Rooster rolled over, checking his phone. A text had appeared. Pheonix had been the messager. He responded and got out of bed. He took a quick shower and got dressed in his flight suit. He checked his phone once again, hoping you had texted him, but once again, Pheonix had been the only name that popped up. He walked out of his room and traveled down the barrack hallway. He made sure his key card was in his pocket as he closed the door.

Training began. They were studying maneuvers. "So..." hangman trailed. As they got up for a break.

"Nothing." Rooster shook his head at hangman.

"Don't worry. She seemed into it. Give her some time. Maybe she stays on a perch, too." Hangman shook his head, poking fun at Rooster's expense. They continued training after the break ended.

Rooster made his way back to his room and sat down in front of the T.V. Training was over for the day. The sun was still in the sky. It was five o' clock. He grabbed his phone. He checked the notifications just one last time. He saw a number with a simple message.

'Hey, are you the guy from the party?'

You had been training yourself. You are a naval flight officer. You were watching radars and listening to the comms that day. You hadn't texted him throughout the day. You were focused on getting the training done. You sat on your couch after getting back to your room. You kept thinking you were forgetting something. You looked down as your phone vibrated. You messaged your roommate back about needing some laundry detergent, and then it dawned on you. You flipped through the contacts and hit the phone number. You decided on something simple.

You got an answer fairly quickly. You both continued the ping-pong texts.

'I'm the guy. My name is Bradley, callsign Rooster.'

You texted your name introducing yourself. 'I heard you on the comms today. I'm an NFO.'

Rooster tensed, nerves hitting at the thought you were actually talking to him and so close during work.

'That's not fair. I don't know what your voice sounds like.'

You smiled.

'We can change that tomorrow after work.'

You hit send, and butterflies fluttered all around your belly.

Bradley read the message twice, then a third time. Then, he responded.

'Yeah, that sounds good. What did you have in mind?'

You thought for a minute.

'What about dinner at the Italian place on Main St.'

The corner of his eyes crinkled from the smile he had.

'That sounds good. I'll see you then. Im changing out of uniform before we get there.'

You jumped up and over the couch. You ran straight to your closet. You sifted through the clothes. You tried on one, then another, then another. You finally landed on something simple yet eye-catching.

You folded the outfit into a bag and put it next to the door for tomorrow.

Bradley replied 'Ill change too. I'll see you tomorrow',

He got up, calmly walk over to his closet. He chose his favorite hawaiian shirt, it was a bit of a good luck charm, a white undershirt and a pair of light wash jeans.

He sat back down and leaned his head back, wonder what tomorrow would be like.

The next work day went by fast. You had gone to the locker room and got changed into your datewear. You walked out to your car and drove to the Italian restaurant. You both made a time clear during the work day through text. You got a call from your roommate. She needed your keycard. She forgot hers in the room and was locked out. You huffed in defeat and drove back to the barracks. It was a fifteen minute drive there. You gave her the key card and got her inside. She couldn't find her key card inside. You both spent another ten minutes trying to find it. You started to text Bradley to explain why it would take you a little bit to get there, but she had interrupted you, saying she left it at work. You never pressed send on the message. You shook your head and told her you'd drop her off but then had to go.

You both were supposed to meet at five thirty. It was five fifteen when Bradley arrived. He walked in, and the waitress led him to a table. It was now six o'clock. He scrolled through social media as time passed. He had already given up the thought you would be coming, so he ordered and had one too many glasses of whiskey. The clock hands were going fast, but Bradley's whiskey was going down faster.

You finally made your way in and sat in front of him. "Hey, sorry I'm late. I had something really important to get done."

He smiled drunkenly. "It must have been important."

"It was, I'm sorry. I like your shirt." You complemented his hawaiian shirt. He was a very handsome man. The pictures didn't do him justice compared to what he looked like in person.

"It can come off if you'd like." He smirked the smell of whiskey coming off his words.

"Um, no, I would rather it stay on for the first date. I'm not that kind of girl." As much as you wanted to see his body in person, you didn't just want a one night stand with an obviously drunk man.

He smiled. "Okay, I can respect that. How was your day..." He trails off like he can't remember your name. You tell him your name again and respond. "It was one hell of a day. It was fine until my roommate..." "Let me buy you a drink." He interrupted. "No, thank you. I don't drink to feel better, I drink to feel even better. Now, it doesn't seem like the time." You didn't want to put yourself in a bad situation, not knowing a guy, and both of you would be drunk off your ass. He watched as people passed, seeming to be lost in thought, not paying any mind to you for at least three minutes. "Alright, I'm going to go. This isn't for me." You spoke calmly.

He rolled his eyes. "You just got here."

You scoffed. "Bradley you're drunk, and I'm not into that kind of thing."

He sat up. "You were late!" He raised his voice.

You stood up. "So you decided to get..." You were raising your voice back. You cut off before you finish your sentence. You continued in a calm voice. "You know what I'm going to go, and I'm just... I'm going to go." You couldn't find anything more to say. You walked off back to your car. He didn't follow you. You sighed in relief as you sat in the car. You called your roommate. She picked up. "Thanks for forgetting your key that was a nightmare." She chuckled at your failed efforts. "So, no second date?" You groaned. "Absolutely not. He was drunk and yelled at me. I can't stand him. He was yuck!"

You got home and settled in for the night. You got a call at about nine. "Yes, sir. I understand, sir." The call was quick. Your roommate gave you a look. Your head fell. "I got my orders. Deployment for six months. I have to pack. I leave tomorrow at noon."

You entered the new bunk you would be living in for the next six months. You unpacked everything into your locker.

You were expected to be in formation on deck in ten minutes. Once you got done unpacking, you opened the door to make your way to the deck. You saw a tall figure in front of the door opposite of yours. You followed up the figure to find none other than Bradley 'Rooster'. "It's going to be a long six months." You spoke out loud with a scowl. "Yup." He matched your angry tone and followed behind you to the deck.

Chapter 2

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HELLO SPONTANEOUS PART 2 TO MANLY STEVE (inspired by the fact my dad is working on one of his classic cars rn)

One day once Steve and Eddie are dating, Steve buys himself a real junker of a car, from the 50s, barely working, missing wheels, broken down, and they keep it parked behind the Munson's new trailer.

And Steve is determined to fix it up. Rebuild the body, fix the engine, redo the interior. Really get his hands on it, fix it, make it his.

His father liked cars, but only if they were new, expensive, and he didn't have to touch the engine. He'd brag about horsepower, and top speed, but fixing it and changing the oil was blue collar work and "below him". Steve likes getting hands on, physical work, finding a problem and working around it.

So he spends hours tinkering with it, finding new parts, and Eddie and Wayne join him. Eddie taking all the knowledge his father gave him of hotwiring and stripping cars for parts and using it productively. Making it a happy memory. So of course Wayne is there. Getting as involved as he can when Eddie keeps reminding him to take it easy, dont get hurt, they can share the work. (Wayne's car knowledge is a big help)

I just!!!!! Them forming this new loving family unit and working to create something together

Momo I’m so sorry I’m so late getting back to you!!

I LOVE your ideas, as always.

What about Steve, Eddie and Wayne going off in Eddie’s van to scope out scrap yards/used parts. They make a day off it every month or second month, touring round their usual spots. Eddie elbow deep in a pile of parts when he he hears Wayne’s slow and steady drawl that cuts through the noise of the yard

‘Boys, think I found somethin’

Eddie sidles up, looking over Wayne’s shoulder when Steve approaches from the opposite side. Wayne just raises an eyebrows and points with his cigarette to an old piece of kit that’s seen better days but by Steve’s reaction you’d think he’d just been handed seventeen babies, a station wagon and a family home to house them all.

It’s the piece Steve had been looking for for god knows how long. Only thing is, it’s more expensive than it has any right to be. They only find this out after Steve takes it up to the owner to ask thr price. His face falls, dreams of finishing their project car dashed. He tries not to let it show, just gives a tight lipped smile and walks away, hands in pockets.

Both Eddie and Wayne catch each others eyes, theirs heads come together, seeing if there’s a solution. They know they can’t afford it themselves, no chance, they are just managing bills and food as it is, disposable income a rarity. Eddie has an idea though, he asks Steve to let him and wayne contribute towards the cost, knowing that between the three of them and some sweet talking to the yard owner into a payment plan (Wayne has some long running connections that he’s not shy of exploiting when it comes to his boys). It’s not easy, Steve outright refuses at first, saying that he could never take that from Eddie and Wayne, that they don’t need to pander to him. There’s sle loud ones, some angry ones too.

But it’s Wayne’s stern eye and explanation that ‘Steve, son, we’ve put some hours into this thing too. Don’t you think we want to see it done?’

They all know wayne is just giving Steve an out but they don’t mention it, don’t even vaguely acknowledge it. When Steve is sitting in the back of Eddie’s van, bright smile on his face as he cradled the hunk of metal in his arms he’s so grateful he thinks his heart might burst. He doesn’t catch it, too busy staring at the cold object in his lap but Eddie and Wayne share a look, one of pride. They can’t give much, not like what Steve is used to, but what they can give means so much more and that’s evident on Steve’s face.

#idk!!! idk!!! I just want a boys trip to junk yards scrap yards pickers places #I want picker Eddie and Wayne being pros! haggling sellers down to a fair price and Steve being in AWE #but most of all I want them all working on this car together and the minute they hear that engine roar they feel CONNECTED #momo you are so smart fr fr #momotonescreaming #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #wayne munson

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Can I get E, F, I, and W for the slenderman fluff alphabet, please? Your take on my favorite pasta cryptid of all time is so nice and interesting. Adds a certain depth I don't typically see.

Fluff Alphabet w/ Slenderman but it's these letters!

side thing but guys go listen to redoin by jerryterry its so fucking good im listening to it on loop while im writing this and its making my vibrate

E (EMOTION)-

stone cold exterior, warm squishy interior. still hung up on the "slenderman longs for companionship just like everyone else but rarely gets that need met due to his nature and way of existence"

in other words he can be a passionate sap in regards to you, behind closed doors. he can wrapped up easily in things, so sometimes his passion can be mischaracterized as rage or annoyance but rest assured he's not angry with your existence

right in the middle of the "heart on the sleeve" and "cold and distant" thing, he feels he needs to keep up his image of powerful monster but he doesn't let you think at any moment that you're not important to him

F (FAMILY)-

i don't think he would want kids, and thats assuming he even can. in my au he was created by zalgo with the sole purpose to cause problems for people, i dont think zalgo was thinking about whether or not slenderman can reproduce when he making him

of course adoption is always an option, and who knows, maybe if you guys find some stray kid in the woods he might just take them in

this is where my take on slenderman strays a lot from the original since i personally think slenderman just. kicks kids out of the woods (which leads to them talking about him, which leads to slenderman being a known cryptid in universe) but thats mostly just me not wanting to dwell on child death + giving the dude some level of morals that at least somewhat align with the self loathing that comes with his "i dont want to eat people but i have to in order to survive" thing

but hey i think thats because i love those comics where people draw predator and prey animals where both sides are sympathetic

love shit like that

slenderman is only one part of this huge web that we call nature, simply existing because that's just how things are

whips and nae naes

I (INJURY)-

rest assured that he will tear the world apart should someone or something ever send harm your way. god forbid you are mortally wounded or even killed

he knows some basic first aid stuff thanks to watching people for so so so long, but he's a kriller not a healer, he doesnt know what to do if youre losing a bunch of that red liquid that fuels your insides

oddly calm about it, though, though with the way he holds you you can feel his rage seething under his skin

he himself /can/ get injured but its rarely something to fret about unless its like, from some real powerful person or some human who knows how to take down a specific man eating forest demon; i've actually never really thought about what conditions would need to be met to outright krill slenderman but

yeah

when he's the one hurt he insists you not to worry, it's going to take a LOT to keep him down

if you're injured and its something he can treat he will make sure you take it easy but hes not going to baby you about it

W (WARRIOR)-

okay so im writing this segment first because i can write a whole essay and really i dont know if theres going to be anything stopping me from doing just that. curse you jerryterry, the bops are so good. anyways onto the topic; a lot of my interpretation of slenderman is admittedly based around the early fandom characterization of him + a very specific fic that will remain nameless (though im more than happy to spill the link in dms, said fic also has some influence over my entire au/hc thing but thats not todays topic)

despite what many may think, i feel like, at least with my hyper specific take on slenderman, i feel like he wouldnt want you to fight along side him or be a proxy. only time i can see him date a proxy or fellow kriller is if you were already one prior to the relationship. in my au, slenderman resents his own existence for being what he is, and if he could he WOULD choose to be something else; however he cant rewrite the laws of this universe or fight against his biological functions

like i can go on an entire tangent, but my au is still so scrambled around that im not entirely sure where to start or how im going to make it make sense, but i feel like he would much rather keep you by him and safe (and even then i feel like thats pushing it, sure hes more than capable of protecting you but what if something stronger than him comes and fucks shit up? not all the creepypasta characters are buddy buddy)

but perhaps i will write a collection of loosely connected one shots one day detailing the world building and dynamics

i make no promises

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman imagine #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons

[youngmastereraqus]

HYPSTER magazine vol 3 Q&A translation, part 1

Originally posted on my twitter DISCLAIMER: My japanese is weak, i usually do this for myself, and i am not a professional. please do not post/share elsewhere.

Question: How are you spending New Year's Eve?

BUSTER BROS

ICHIRO: On New Year’s Eve, i go to the shopping district with my brothers and pick out their favorite foods. Then, we put them in a stacked bento box (jubako) and make it into the yamada family’s special new years dinner! (osechi). It’s a lot of fun

JIRO: i’m going to visit the shrine with my siblings! There’s a lot to ask for, like prosperity (for business) and good health… fulfilment ? You can ask for all sorts of things. My friends also invited me, so i’ll be making a lot of new years visits!

SABURO: it's just a regular day. I play board games with my brothers on new year’s.

MAD TRIGGER CREW

SAMATOKI: the yakuza (gokudo) have a lot to do. ah? … its just various things. Nothing’s gonna gwt done if we leave it to the younger guys

JYUTO: Working. For some reason, there are a lot of occurrences during the year end holidays. So i’ve been pretty busy these last few years.

RIO: New Year’s Eve…? For us military, it’s just one day of the year. As usual, we just train and prepare for the battle

FLING POSSE

RAMUDA: I’m participating in some kind of countdown event ☆ one of these days, i’d love to celebrate with a huge fireworks display with all of shibuya!

GENTARO: during new years eve, we are all running towards one thing. The first to reach their destination will be the luckiest person of the year. It is truly a battle for men’s prestige. Well actually, that’s a lie

DICE: Its fortune telling! Pick up a nice looking stick and break it in half. If it snaps cleanly, it’s good luck! Easy, right? A gambler has to take good care of his money!

MATENRO

JAKURAI: I’m on duty at the hospital where i work. I want people with families to be able to take time off, so i try to take the initiative when there are holidays or events.

HIFUMI: I’m participating at the countdown event at the club!~ The interior has flashy decorations, we’re gonna pop open a bunch of champagne and welcome the new year with our customers!

DOPPO: extravagantly!! I spend my time at home watching TV while eating soba! I also try to fall asleep, take a nap, or even just coast along the day. It’s pure bliss…!!!

DOTSU HOMPO

SASARA: i’ll be preparing myself for my special on new years day, so i wont have much time to relax. You should see me making people laugh on various tv shows!

ROSHO: I don’t really do anything special… i just go to the tenmangu shrine on new year’s day to pay my respects. I spend most of my afternoon in bed

REI: New years is the perfect time to drink. i��ll find a suitable house, slip into a family gathering, and have a lot of fun together

BAD ASS TEMPLE

KUKO: dont talk about the new years holiday!! Just thinking about it makes me sick… it’s so fucking cold and i still have to ring the bell! there are so many customers, it’s just too much

JYUSHI: I’m intrigued by the festivities of the musicians in the castle square. the day i stand side by side with them and change the world with our beauty is on the horizon…!!

HITOYA: touring. Just wandering around aimlessly is fun enough for me. Also, I don’t eat rice cakes. I don’t like mochi, either

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #buster bros #mad trigger crew #matenro #fling posse #yubin translates

[wlwhq]

hey all!! under the cut are some wanted plots for each of my muses, shoot me an im or like this if any of these are calling your name and id be happy to plot something out with ya! <3

(ps everyone's a sapphic below so give me all your sapphics plz)

soleil. late 20s. baker. jasm.in savoy brown fc. switch.

fwb where your muse is getting attached and soleil is being distantly distant as per usual

someone else in the baking/cooking/restaurant industry where they could work together??

mikayla. mid/late 20s. interior designer. saman.tha logan fc. top.

little sister's best friend ship for the angst of a secret relationship

rich well off milf for mick to work for in designing a new mansion

nora. mid 50s/early 60s. lawyer. julia lou.is dreyfus fc. top.

law student/maybe a law professor if we lean into the collegiate territory (insert crazy eyes here)

anywhere where she can be a sug.ar mommy please !!

mariana. late 30s. er doctor. americ.a ferrera fc. switch.

FELLOW DOCTORS/INTERNS/NURSES/PLZ.........

someone to help her lighten tf up

samantha. late 30s. defense attorney. sara.h snook fc. switch.

fellow older woman who can take her on a sexual Journey of discovery

another lawyer at her firm, so there can be Late Nights Working...

maggie. early 30s. dancer. ari.ana deb.ose fc. bottom.

i have a spider-woman verse pls dont let it go to waste...give me your super villains and your drastically angsty anti-heroes she will love them

also a verse with her as a backup dancer for a famous performer, touring together....it could get ga.y

rowan. early 30s. paramedic. er fi.ghtmaster fc. top.

older sibling's wife. imagine the side eyes emoji here

old ex from college that can't resist the Energy!! & hooking up

darcy. late 30s. restaurant owner. katie mc.grath fc. switch.

regular at her restaurant that's always trying to be flirty and darcy finally giving in

food blogger/food critic that's always hanging around or stopping by bc can't get enough of the food or of darce

violet. early/mid 30s. speech language pathologist. tat.iana mas.lany fc. switch.

bc vi works with a lot of kids, maybe give me your single moms??? please???

older friend of her dads who she thinks is hot pfft

georgia. late 30s. executive chef. nata.sia demetriou fc. switch.

another chef at her restaurant who she has a love/hate relationship with and refuses to give the time of day

former therapist who worked georgia through all of her shit a decade ago and now they're friends/casual??

destiny. early 30s. therapist. quin.ta bruns.on fc. bottom.

give her someone to simp over my god she's probably the softest out of my muses

grad school bestie that maybe they would occasionally hook up? and don't talk about it so they don't ruin the friendship?

syd. mid 20s. tattoo artist. kehla.ni fc. top.

tattoo clients/fwb!! she'll accept payment in head

someone they used to cam for regularly

cole. early 20s. barista. liv hewson fc. switch.

someone they look up to (professor, coworker, counselor) that understands the they/them experience

current girlfriend who goes on a cross-country road trip with them in a bid to get out of their small town and start Living

evie. mid 30s. florist. taylo.r swif.t fc. bottom.

acquantaince of her mom that she's seeing on the low low

someone who doesn't give a shit that she comes from money and doesn't care who she is (that would make her so !!!)

aurora. early 50s. tech ceo. hann.ah wadd.ingham fc. top.

i cannot stress enough how much of a sugar mom.my she is. please.

fellow mil.fs to form a mil.f alliance with

nadja. 500+. vampire badass. nat.asia deme.triou fc. switch. canon character from wwdits

LESBIAN VAMPIRE POLYCULE PLEASE!!!

also if any of y'all write as the guide i will cry

disclaimer that nadja is just a test muse of mine and i might be bad at her so PLZ

#indie rp #indie lesbian rp #indie smut rp #indie bi rp #wanted plots #wp #if i could pin a second post it would be this one #will be regularly updated as i add new muses

[axellis-archv-2]

4AM

> word count; 1381

> whatever this pairname is . hallatra? ramiday? fucking Raint?

> note; repairing a robot arm talk, really gay confession scene where we dont even kiss im sorry

He's waking up on a cold morning. He groaned into his pillow for a minute until finally getting up. Cold, cold, cold. He could go for some cocoa, if he had any. He's feeling around for some slippers, until eventually he gets fed up enough to just endure it. A roll of the back made the sound of popping fill the room. Tiptoeing around the upstairs of his room while he gets something to dress, he realized that his alarm didn't even wake him up. Why is he even up, then? He snatched his phone by his desk. 

It's 4am. 

He mentally kicks himself in the face. Of course he didn't notice the light of the phone was brighter than the sky. But it kept nagging at him. What woke him up?

A knock. 

There's a knock on the door. Frantic rapping on the door downstairs. 

Right. 

He's shuffling some jeans and a shirt on as he heads down to answer. The knocking shifted to a more frantic hand pounding until he opened the door. 

"It's 4 in the fucking–"

A damaged arm was in plain sight. It looked like it was hanging on by maybe two wires at most, and was now being supported by the other arm. Saint is opening his mouth to ask what even happened but the omnic pushed past him and through the door. Wordlessly he locks the door back up. He's still rubbing a bit of sleep out as he goes toward his little workshop.

Said workshop wasn't anything particularly special. If anything, he'd find that plenty of people would have probably tried to encourage him on getting a couple holo screens. He'd tell them that the holo screens aren't his own eyes. There's 3 workbenches that easily have all their drawers filled up to the brim. The only courtesy he gives himself is that they're labeled. Everything outside of the drawers however doesn't get that. If he wasn't busy, maybe he'd have a moment to care about cleaning everything. 

If he wasn't busy at this moment, he'd think of something quippy to say. But he can't even find it in himself to do that.

He's already got his dirtied up tool belt tightening his waist. The omnic was waiting patiently on the operating table that was pushed a little off to the side. He even rotated it so the mechanic would have a better time working on the broken arm. He still tried to be polite, even when his arm was almost torn off.

"...Ramattra, what happened?" Saint finally asked when he started with gently taking off the exterior. The exterior metal needed to have some scratches buffed out, but otherwise seems fine. He did a quick look up the arm. Surprisingly, the interiors seemed pretty untouched. Really he just had to connect it all back together. He was guessing ahead just what might've happened. From how it looked, it seemed like someone pulled on it, rather than there being any bullets used.

"A rough encounter with a human." He sounded tired, forcing the words out so Saint wouldn't prod any further. 

Saint nods slightly, setting back to work. The job isn't tricky by any means, but it was definitely delicate. If he messed up at any point he could easily make the situation worse. No pressure. Maybe a year ago he would've felt nervous. He's pulling out his heat gun for the wiring, and he laughs a bit to himself.

"What is it?" Ramattra asks, almost accusatory. 

"No, nothing- just. Was thinking about how you didn't like the heat gun at first." Saint finds himself laughing again, gently applying to connect the wiring from the top of the arm to the center again. 

"You never refer to it as anything else. How was I supposed to know initially it was a healing device?"

"I dunno…maybe because you definitely saw me healing other people with it."

"Other humans." He corrected. "I didn't know if it would work on omnics."

Saint rolled his eyes and started fitting the exterior back on. He found it was…easier. Especially now that he was relaxed. "I just thought it was funny. Things felt like they changed pretty fast. I mean- look." He's gesturing around as he pushes the arm in with a final click. "I think a bit ago I would've been having a terrifying time doing this. Thinking I might kill you by accident or something. But now…" He's fishing around for some cleaner and wipes. "Now I think I got at least a bit of an idea. Oh- did you. Want me to do a wipe down?" 

Ramattra stares at Saint for a good, long while. And laughs. 

"A bit ago you would have bickered with me." He lifts his arm up and down, twisting it around before seeming satisfied. "And you wouldn't be nearly as friendly." He didn't get up yet, instead swiveling so he was facing entirely toward the other. "Or would have offered any wipe downs." The aura of smugness could be felt like hot breath, centimeters away.

Saint finds himself flushed at that. "If you keep being a dickwad I might take that offer away." He mutters a bit, but he was already applying some cleaner to a rag. So Ramattra laughs again. "Hardy har. Why don't you keep quiet for a sec so I don't get mad…"

"Oh? Back to being mad? And here I thought you were finally being more honest." 

Ramattra's sentence was as loaded as the Junker Queen's shotgun. It caused Saint to stagger. And sputter. He was a crashing computer. It took about 5 blinks before he could even talk again, but the most he could muster out was a weak "I'm sorry?"

Ramattra's head did a back and forth tilt, a visible eye roll for the omnic who didn't have any eyes to roll. "You can't be idiotic enough to think I would keep you around for so long if I didn't know how you feel." 

Another loaded shotgun blast of a response. Saint was feeling lightheaded.  Dizzy. He had been rubbing the cloth in the same area for the past 30 or so seconds. He decided it was best to just keep up the cleaning as if that didn't happen. Yes. That would be good- but he can't look at the other's face. No no, you can't do that. Even the idea was starting to make him feel like fainting. 

The air of silence lasted perhaps a minute when Ramattra put a hand on Saint's, stopping the circles being rubbed into the arm. Warm. His hand was warm. Warm and big and he felt like everything would be okay. 

"My attention is not won over by incompetent people." He started, words slow as if he was having to steel himself. His other hand is reaching towards Saint's empty one. He keeps going. "The only reason I have tolerated your attitude this far is because of. My own attractions."

"What?" Saint could barely feel his own voice creep out. 

His hands were so warm.

He leans forward and finds himself resting his forehead against the omnic's. He could feel the quiet hums of electricity like it was breathing. Giant, hesitant hands were trying to see how best to hold his own tiny ones. Fidgeting and rubbing along the back. Nervous. Ramattra was nervous. "Please don't make me spell it out for you." He's saying, and Saint wonders if part of that was because of how nervous he was.

He likes him. Likes- loves. Just the word was getting Saint to be flustered again, but he found his face was already perfectly hot. 

Saint mumbles it out.

Ramattra whirrs out a hum. Hands moved from hands to around the mechanic's waist. 

Saint whispers it out.

"I. I love you."

"I love you." Ramattra returns in kind.

He wraps his own hands around Ramattra's head, burying his head into the other's neck. It wasn't an exchange that exploded into fireworks, or one that would set the two on fire. It was quiet. He was sure ants made bigger proclamations of love. But it was his. His love.

And as the two of them squeezed to get closer by centimeters, he figured that his love would have another time to explode. 

#🌿 writing tag #📗 my post #scheduled post bc im going . to BED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #idk ill have this haunt me when it shows up in the morning . nobody look at me #🎆 ramattrα

[secretcircuit]

6, 8, 16, 19, 20, 25, 28, and 30!

YAY thank u !!

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn’t supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

this is tricky for me to answer! i feel like my artistic inspirations are things that i know (im curious what other ppl think they are...) for the most part... so i guess i dont know if i have an answer for this ! maybe other ppl do?? one time i drew a portrait of myself that looked like a wikihow illustration skdfjskfjskdjf but that was an accident

8. What’s an old project idea that you’ve lost interest in

so i started to answer this but then realized im still interested in that project skdjfksj ... ooh i know ! i used to draw this character (unnamed) with a computer monitor for a head and a human body -- because at the time i felt like people understood me to be a machine or robot-like when in fact i had a lot of feelings... so it was going to be a comic about them navigating through life with this huge disconnect... thankfully i have friends now who dont make me feel like that, so i dont feel the need to revisit it :')

(also side note i feel like ive seen comics / manga (or something?) with a design just like this since ???)

16. Something you are good at but don’t really have fun doing

this is making me realize that i like most of the things im good at, which makes me wonder if maybe i shy away from doing things im NOT good at (even if i dont like them)? i will have to ponder... i mean i guess i am passably good at drawing Mechanically Complex(ish) Things (e.g. bicycles or w/e) but find them really boring. im not interested in things that are symmetrical or engineered... (computers dont count; they are just lil boxes visually)

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

OOH so many things... i love drawing botanical stuff. i dont actually post much of it on here i guess? but i do a LOT of plant studies / drawings for people :) not to sound like a jock but i also really like drawing sports equipment?? it's fun in general and also when i draw it on people it helps with posing etc. skateboards, hockey sticks, that sort of thing. i do also enjoy drawing computers. and like... i guess they arent Objects but i like drawing interiors in general... trying to make spaces lived in etc. oh furniture is kinda fun to do... but yeah plants / botanicals are at the top of the list :)

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

people often remark that they find it hard to hatch/crosshatch the way i do? but it's just how i shade, and i like it; it's fun to do... people in motion ? hands? (dont get me wrong i also find them hard to draw but i do enjoy them.)

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

AHA well one time i posted a fanart piece of kakashi that i had done in acrylics as my fb profile picture (LOL... like we are talking 10-min study, not an actual polished piece) and someone said it looked like van gogh which ... was very funny to me? especially bc i dont feel like my style is similar to van gogh's otherwise. (and we are talking like - family friend commenting on fb. so.) ive also had ppl say that my art reminds them of alison bechdel's (which i consider to be a compliment; i love her comic style), but i had already pretty much solidified my style before reading dtwof so...

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

i have never participated in a zine! i used to do inktober before the creator of it revealed himself 2 be super shitty. honestly the main reason i dont do zines is that i do exclusively traditional art and im lazy and dont feel like going 2 the effort of scanning / editing / etc... but also i would really like to? ive also thought about making my own zines, but thats not really an Event. i did in fact make one abt vampires... anyway

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

one of the orufrey pieces i did where theyre like abt to kiss after hours in the atelier... LISTEN. i used to dislike doing backgrounds but i put a lot of work into that one! i literally referenced how the couch looks based on the handful of manga chapters where it shows up!!!!!! i will live tho. honestly i have been pleasantly surprised with how much some of my art has been shared on here :')

art asks

#katertalks #paladiknightleorio #ask memes

[bbarican]

july 20, 2022; 10:30 am - life updates

good morning, tumblr! i have no idea why pero pag nasa bahay talaga ako, lagi akong inaantok; maybe its the weather too pero im badly fighting the urge to just stay in bed kasi medyo marami na yung mga nasa to do list ko so here i am just typing all of my thoughts down before working:

work:

im officially the new business development manager for our company! but at the same time im still a designer so its really exciting for me to finally be able to delve into the business side of interior design in real life, hindi yung pinagaaralan ko lang siya

so far, ang priority kasi talaga ng boss ko is our project together so sabi naman niya kahit wag ko na muna asikasuhin masyado yung bizdev tasks ko

but on the other hand, nadiscuss naman na nung previous bizdev manager sakin yung tasks na need ko alalahanin para in the time na need ko na siya simulan, i know what to do, where to find the files, who to talk to, etc.

my first few bizdev tasks are: to help our hr associate with the townhall mtg my boss plans on having by monday next week and to remind our principal and senior designer about the pro bono design thats up for review and comments kasi we really need to get that started na since sobrang nadelay na siya since everyones so busy

parang meant to be sakin yung role ko as a bizdev manager kasi regardless of my position, talagang ako yung nilalapitan ng mga officemates ko when they have problems and chika hehe

as much as i wanna be in the office everyday, napaka gastos naman kasi with toll palang and gas kaya plano kong mag commute going to the office one time just to see if kaya naman mag p2p just to lessen my gas consumption

personal:

still waiting on the board exam results and yes sobrang tagal niya kasi nga may manual drafting kami for our exam and 400+ kaming nag take so imagine kung gano karami silang need icheck na physical na sheets; around next week labas ng results so im just really really really hoping i pass

seeing my bestfriends last weekend was the best thing ever kasi sobrang namiss ko talaga sila and it gave me the energy i was missing during my board exam review season since i couldnt really go out and talk to other people that much

pick up coffee is amazing and its so affordable? i was so hesitant on trying it kasi i felt like it wasnt being talked about enough so i dont have much to look forward to pero when my family and i tried it, we all loved everything we ordered so so much! come friday, mag order ulit ako pag nasa office ako

i plan on wearing like full make up for friday kasi i wanna feel and look extra pretty for myself + ang lala din kasi ng acne marks ko so i really wanna spend extra time in the morning just covering those up

august is just around the corner; a part of me is really excited kasi its my birthday soon and we have relatives coming home from the states but at the same time, nakakagulat na august na eh parang vivid pa sa isip ko nung chirstmas party namin last year parang last week lang nangyari yun

coffee doesnt even help anymore when it comes to waking myself up; coffee, for me, is literally just flavored water now

family/home:

im still trying my best to not be mataray which i think im getting the hang of naman from time to time; it doesnt really help anyone kasi if i keep letting myself be mataray when an inconvenience suddenly is presented infront of me regardless kung ano man yun

miss ko na kuya ko pero sa march next year pa siya makakauwi

i really wanna go out with my family ulit this weekend; its literally one of my favorite things ever, just going out to eat with them and to window shop kahit na most of the time talagang umiinit ulo ng dad ko for god knows what, atelast magkakasama kami thats all i really care about

again, i love being comfy at home, pero shuta antok na antok talaga ako dito sa bahay and its not like i can bring my desktop anywhere

i cant wait for the holidays

so yeah, thats all for now! i really do think i should post more ulit and journal more kasi nga may times na if i dont, my brain feels like it could explode so ill try my best to incorporate journaling and blogging more ulit into my routine

happy hump day tumblr! i hope we all have a really productive day today!

#bbarican #prsnl #personal #thoughts #writings #words #life #work #recently #day in the life #updates

[impernaway]

7. camouflaged

By the time the taxi finally pulls up at the rink, Caradoc has been there waiting for nearly an hour. It's a bitter winter night, the wind whipping at his hair where it's tied back and buffetting his face, and he is grateful now more than ever that he made sure to wear a thicker scarf for coming out tonight. Even with it looped firmly around his neck and the lower half of his face buried down into the wool, his eyes and cheeks are still stinging. He drinks in the detals of the car that just arrived before stepping forward to knock on the window.

"Can I get a ride to downtown by any chance? I was waiting for someone and, well," he shrugs and gestures at the empty space beside himself.

"Sure thing," the driver says, jerking his head back. "Pop in. Anywhere in particular?"

"If you can get me near the waterfront, that'd be ideal," Caradoc says, swinging the back door open and settling in. "I should be able to sort myself out from there, thank you."

He sits back, slowly looking around and taking in more information about the interior. The seat was red leather, and when he glanced down at the footwell and the ceiling he found both to be a softer shade of red as well. The seatbelt felt firm under his fingers, if slightly thicker than the norm, and there's a faint stain on one side of it. With a slight lurch, the cab pulled away and set off on it's journey.

"Mind if I put some music on, mate?" The driver asked over his shoulder.

"Go ahead," Caradoc said. "Though if you don't mind, I'll be putting my headphones in in that case? I have a voicemail," he added, holding up his mobile and wiggling it.

He's met with a grunt, so takes the chance before he's met with any real protest. He does actually have a saved message, but the only thing he intends to listen to is just a Taylor Swift album. He's not sure why his brothers had to insist he listen to this, but he isn't going to bicker with either of them.

candle cove: I'm headed your way now. candle cove: Who changed my name again? green knight: lol. lmao. cockatiel: Suffer. candle cove: I don't know what I expected. candle cove: I'll keep you posted. green knight: why dont you just share your location? green knight: cmon the button is RIGHT THERE candle cove is now sharing their location! green knight: now was that so hard, old man??

Younger brothers.

He absentmindedly increases the volume on his song as he tucks the phone away, looking out the window at the buildings they're driving past to keep himself focused. The heater has kicked in, breathing hot and humid air directly into his face, and there isn't any way of politely asking for it to be turned off without taking his headphones out. He can barely hear the singer on the speaker system over the dulcet tunes of Taylor Swift talking about bad blood.

Is Taylor Swift a vampire? God, he hopes not. Caradoc has not been paying enough attention to the song during all of this.

He takes to counting the number of windows he can see on each building to keep his brain together. It's coming up on two in the morning - whilst he can't help but resent being called "old man" all the time, he will admit that he's certainly going to be feeling this tomorrow. He's not the same person he was when he'd just turned twenty. There's only so many late nights and early mornings he can be bothered to deal with.

"I think we just missed a turn," he says, watching the turn-off go sailing past the window.

The driver says something that could be either it's a shortcut or don't give a fuck. In his ears, Miss Swift croons about how bandaids don't fix bullet holes. At least she has a rudimentary understanding of first aid.

His phone buzzes. He pulls it out, sends a one-word reply, and pockets it again.

"Pull over," he says, trying to lean forward to tap on the driver's shoulder. It doesn't work.

He catches sight of the drivers' eyes in the rear-view mirror. He's grinning back at his passenger, the cab picking up speed on the straight road.

"I said pull over."

The driver says something, making a one-handed gesture at him to take his headphones out.

Caradoc grits his teeth, reaching up and wrenching the set of bluetooth headphones and hastily pocketing them before he forgets. The song that's been playing the whole time washes over him, the words indistinct and haunting. The hooks they're trying to dig in to him don't take.

"Third time! My name is Caradoc Ashford, I've already tipped off the Charter about your little game here, and I'm telling you to PULL OVER!"

He watches as dark-brown eyes go wide, further revealing the horizontal pupil. The brakes squeel at the same that Caradoc's back unceremoniously stops sticking to the seat. He tries to lunge forward only for the seatbelt to stop him - at least THAT'S real - and scrambles to release it and tries again whilst the driver is scrambling at his own to try and make good his escape. Caradoc only manages to successfully catch one sleeve of his jacket, cursing in frustration as the man simply shucks it and scrambles out the door.

By the time he gets out, the driver is already on the floor, legs pinned together by binding spells. Behind him, the glamours on the cab start to fade. What had looked before like a perfectly ordinary black paintjob is now something closer to velvet in terms of texture. The wet air that had been contained within it is starting to smell rather distinct, even from several steps away.

His younger brother is standing over the man on the ground, slowly raising an eyebrow at him. Caradoc raises his back.

"You're sure, then?"

"I'm sure," he nods. "He tried to mesmerise me, he never actually started the clock for the journey, the taxi license on the back of the car was pretty convincing but it's a fake, and we're three minutes out from the river. And..."

"And?"

He squeezes his eyes shut, looking up at the sky for strength before carrying on. "The seatbelt has a lipstick stain on it. Jade green, the same that Tina had been wearing when she was last seen.

The two of them look down at the squirming body on the ground. Three people drowned in the last two months, all of whom had lingering traces of some kind of magic on their bodies when they'd made it to the coroner's office. The only concrete lead they'd had had been a series of panicked texts and a single photo the last victim had sent a friend. An incident involving an entropy mage on the loose had stretched the Charter thin. What had started with an agreement to take a quick look had...Spiraled, somewhat. He hadn't originally intended to play bait, but apparently he could camoeflague himself as a slightly hapless and ideal victim fairly easily.

A kelpie pretending to be a taxi driver, of all things.

"I've called it in," Rick says, reaching out and clapping a hand on his shoulder. "The Knights are on their way already. Even if it's not this guy, he still tried to get you. Go ring Gawain. Let him know you're okay."

He nods quietly. He can do that. The car Rick had been following them in has never seemed so appealing, particularly after having sat on something's tongue for the last twenty minutes.

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[whatdoesshedotothem]

Thursday 12 September 1833

7 20

11 55

Rainy night and rainy morning F63° at 9 ¾ am - sat an hour at her bed side talking foolishly enough for she was not ready till near ten and I seeing the room swept etc was delayed she saying I was a great fidget and she could not live [with] me breakfast at 10 20 in an hour - out at 12 ¼ in a caleche on account of the rain - drove to the bank of Messrs. Hunt Carr and co. left almost all my French money 575fr. in five from pieces, to be changed for whatever might be its value - found letter from Lady Harriet de Hagemann (Copenhagen) dated 31st August 2 pages and a few lines on the 3rd page - very kind letter - offering me a bed at her house but not able to take in my servants - wishes I had chosen a better season ‘for this month has been so bad we are almost cold already. It seems she never really expected seeing me - cannot much recommend the hotels at Copenhagen but the best and cheapest ‘Hotel Royale’ in the farthest from the house - will take me rooms there if I like - to write to say when I shall be there - shall find their carriage and perhaps M. Hagemann at the place of disembarkation her direction is 130 Amaliengade [Amaliegade] Copenhagen – from the bank as near as we could drove to the Exchange (a large low room rez de chaussée with a court which, as well as the room, full of people) and sent the carriage back at 12 55, and walked the rest of the day – Senate house very old looking exterior – figures in high relief – the great library there - the Börsen-stadt, the place where the merchants go before going to the exchange, full also – then walked about crossing the different bridges over the waters that run along several of the streets of the old town – 1 of these, in which a great many brewers live, called Brewers street – the cranes alongside the water with penthouses over them have a singular appearance – small vessels come up these waters and load and unload at the doors – remind me of Rotterdam and Amsterdam – not like Venice because there is a paved street way on each side the water – then all along the Elbe, and the shipping and mounted up to the Stink-fang, a part of the old rampart made into pleasure ground and walks like the rest close to the river, and from which a fine view along it – the great bridge of boats built straight across the river at Haarburg, by the French quite destroyed – a large Indiaman lying off Altona – the very large ships dont come within 12 German miles of here – then struck into the town again to St. Michaels’ church – burnt down in 1750 – large and handsome – interior whitewashed – very neat and clean – Good picture over the altar – very large handsome organ (filling up the west end) and, at the top of it, the picture of Mr. Matheson (born here of English parents) who gave 45000 marks (£3,000) towards it (the organ) – long pews (12 sittings each) on each side the nave – 3 tiers of galleries – Loges there glazed belonging to private families – handsome carved pulpit – then along to the town to St. Peters’ church – large – whitewashed

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interior – full of pictures on the columns – gothic church – left (looking towards the altar) 1 side aisle – and 2 on the right – private loges in the used-to-be little Roman catholic chapels, along the side-aisles – some glazed some iron-railed – very handsome pictured altar – large handsome organ filling up the west end of the nave, as at St. Michaels’ – several good pictures – very handsome carved gilt pulpit – long pews with a dozen sittings in – painted gallery fronts and organ-loft – organ gilt – then into a good shop in Johannis street for toys, nick-nacks, etc. – Accordions pretty little bellows-musical things with ½ a dozen stops or notes, price from 9 ½ to 20 marks, made at Magdeburg – All the painted things snuff-boxes etc. come from Brunswick – Portraits etc. in fer de Berlin from Berlin – then to the church of St. Nicholas – whitewashed within (all the churches brick) neat and pewed as the others boarded floor – my valet de place said all their churches were boarded – handsome, richly carved painted white organ with lead-like pipes – this church pewed like the others with chairs in the middle – against the ends of the pews (as at St. Peters’) seats turned up and locked up, belonging to individuals – painted galleries – Gothic church – Loges as in the other churches – handsome white and gold carved screen with ditto ditto cupola between the nave and choir – very handsome altar with over it good copy of L- da Vinci’s famous last supper and larger piece over it – the chancel railed off with massive, bright brass balustrade – all the churches beautifully neat – then back to the Börsen stadt and being now empty went all over it – a large good room below and large reading room above, and several good rooms for one purpose or other – then looked into another toy shop – of higher reputation and dearer – then to the botanic garden – went all along the basin of the Alter [Alster] between the artificial one (in front of our hotel and along the Jengfarstig [Jungfernstieg] (pronounced Youngferstee) and the natural one parted from it by a good road with a bridge over the communication between the 2 basins – nobody allowed to fish in them with nets – Angling allowed to the gentlemen on paying a certain sum or rent for the privilege of their amusing themselves – good skaiting over the ice in winter – met a highly painted lady – 700 ladies in Hamburg – each pays 2 marks a month to government – the botanic garden (made in 1814) along the Alster (I had before taken it for the fosse) which runs all round the town, small but very pretty – nothing particular rare? – home at 5 ½ - dinner at 6 ¼ - Had the banker who gave me 14 Fredericks at 14 marks each and 46 species at 60 schellings (or 4 marks – schillings each) and 29 schellings (1 schelling = 1 penny English) for my 575 francs in silver - Miss Ferrall off (took my valet de place) at 7 in a droshky to the Quahlers at Altona to spend the evening - had read her Madame de Hagemman’s letter  her manner not good humoured about de H-s - till 10 wrote 3 pages to lady H- de H- thanks for her so exceedingly kind letter - much obliged for her offer of a bed, but as I think of making C- headquarters for some time, had better settle at once - beg her to take me rooms, comfortable but not splendid (a sitting room and bedroom for myself and 2 servants rooms) at the Hotel Royale and then when we  have talked over my schemes afterwards to advise me what to do better - shall leave here tomorrow and leave Miss F- at Arensburg [Ahrensburg] to rejoin me on board the streamer - to land at Copenhagen early on Wednesday morning the 18th from Lubeck - will not expect M. de H- to meet me, but if he does, shall be delighted to see him - impatient to arrive - shall be delighted to see lady H- de H- again ‘Ever affectionately yours AL’ - Miss F- returned at 10 ¼ - stood talking to her half an hour  her little dog had made water in the bedroom and on Eugenie’s bed    could not sleep for its snoring last night    sick of it    could not get another room so put my bed in the sitting room on the sofa and three chairs wish I had done so before Rainy day till 1 – soon afterwards fair, with merely a few light drops for a few minutes, for the rest of the day – F64° at 10 p.m.

Public cellar at Hamburg, and the senate sells wine as at Bremen. sure of its being good according to the price, but have none so old as at Bremen.

[that-one-random-writer]

Caution to the Wayward Son Chapter 7

Summary: One bad first date. That's all it takes for an impression to be rotten. A reputation costs more than just the price of dinner. Six months deployed on an aircraft carrier across the hall from the date. That is priceless in the navy.

Warning: parental death talked about heavily, accidental deaths, cursing, and just overall a darker side to the storyline.

Chapter 1 MY MASTERLIST

The hallway was lit with the dim lights. Night had fallen around the carrier. People were tucking away into their rooms, the night owls were hanging out in the rec room or getting a workout in.

You paced down the hall, saying goodnight to Em she passed through the next hall.

You continued your pace slowly. You looked up towards your door, and Bradley came into view in his pajamas.

"Hey," Bradley called out as you made your way towards him.

"Hey." You met his smiling eyes. "What are you doing?"

Sheepishly, Bradley looked down. "I was waiting on you." Your lips perked up.

"You want to come in?" You passed him opening the door. He grabbed the door, holding it for you. "Yeah. I'd love to." He walked in behind you, closing the door. "I have to get changed." You step into the bathroom and change into your pajamas. You sat down on the bed. He looked around the room. "Wow, I'm shocked it looks just like mine." He laughed jokingly.

You giggled softly. "Yeah, there's not much diversity in interior decor. Come sit." You patted beside you. Bradley sat on the bed beside you his thumbs were clicking together in his lap. You chewed your cheeks. Both of you were truly alone together for only the second time.

"How was your day?" He started.

"Good. How was yours?" You answered quietly. You leaned against the bed with your hands.

Bradley nodded. "It was good. Just long with the plane manual."

"Yeah. I hate they decided to do it right before the mission. The mission is getting closer. I'm getting nervous for all of you." You nodded back. It was still weird being so close to him alone.

His hand was close to yours. Your hand felt almost like vibrations as his hand inched closer. "Don't worry too much. This is an easy one. In and out. It's quick."

You couldn't focus on his words. The heat radiating from his hand right next to yours. Your breath hitched as his fingers swept over yours. Your eyes met his. Your cheeks dusted pink.

"I'm sorry if I was foward with kissing you." His voice had become weaker.

"No, I actually, I'm glad. I was tired of fighting, too. I guess I was in denial a little bit. We were both childish about it." Your smile was as weak as his voice. The courage you both had yesterday faded into dust.

"So you were serious when you said that you wanted to know me." He asked softly.

"Um yeah, the people at the party told me you were fun. I get a lot of boring guys and men who are pricks, but the guys who know how to have fun are kinda rare." You lifted your hand and wrapped it around his. In a surge of confidence.

"Hangman definitely didn't say that." Bradley chuckled.

"The girl did. She showed me pictures of you and your shirts that look like your on vacation. Much less serious then the men in the uniforms around you." Your voice growing along with his.

"You mean the stupid fucking Hawaiian shirts as you called them yesterday." He laughed lacing your fingers together.

"Yeah I like them." You giggled.

Bradley fell over onto your bed grabbing his heart. "A girl after my heart." His voice rough, playful and confident.

You laid next to him. Your arm held your head up.

He was laid on his back. "Did you think about our vacation?" His voice rough with the hint of pure joy.

Your eyes lifted meeting his. "I did. I'm excited. Did you decide how long we're staying?"

"That depends on how much time you want to spend with your family. I can spend time with Mav after we get back." He grasped your hand again into his.

"We dont have to worry about that..." You glazed over the family topic moving to the mav he was talking about. "Maverick?"

"Yeah, Mav is a family friend. My family isn't here anymore."

"Hold old were you?" You asked rubbing his thumb with yours.

"Too young to remember for my dad. My mom died when I was a little older and knew what was going on." He was cautious with his words, not saying too much into feeling.

"I'm sorry. I know it's hard. I can't imagine both of mine not being here. My dad died when I was fourteen. My mom is still here. she's in rehab, though. She has been in and out since he passed. It's looking good this time. She's putting a lot of work in therapy and is doing a 12-step program. She never misses a meeting and has really been making positive changes." Your weak smile making an appearance once again.

Bradley looked up at you. "What happened?" Your eyes welled. He noticed and pulled his hand away. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in. You laid your head on his chest. "It was an accident. My parents, they got into a fight. He left like he always did after a huge fight. His car lost control, and he took a dive into the bay." Tears threatened to pour out, but you clung onto them, your tears slowly subsided. Bradleys arm wrapped tightly around you. "My mom blames herself. She started drinking. She ended up in the hospital a few times for her coping mechanism after I left. I feel horrible for leaving but I had to leave, she left me no choice. I reminded her of him, and it wasn't comforting. It made everything worse. My parents loved each other. They just fought a lot, not appreciating what they had until mom was left alone."

Bradley held you in his arms he kissed the top of your head. His heart opening up as you spoke about tragedy.  "That sounds a lot like my mom. She didn't drink but she did call me by my dad's name when she got upset with me. If I did something that he would do like forget to wash the car when she asked or start the dishwasher the night before. She would scream his name like she was forgetting he wasn't the one that did it. She always compared me to him. Mom begged me not to become a pilot. We had big arguments about it, but then one day she just quit. She knew it was pointless. I was doing it whether she wanted me too or not. I feel like I'm actually closer to my dad this way. He died in a F-14 ejection accident, when I was just a few years old."

Your eyes welled with tears for his dad's passing. The pain you had felt was reflected into him. Your tears spilled over, no longer able to hold on. "I'm sorry." Your hand grips at his shirt, trying to find a grip on your emotions.

Your tears fall one after another. "It's okay. I know he's with me when I'm in the air." His hand wipes a few tears.

"Im glad you're at peace with everything." Your eyes lift to his.

"You said your dad went into the bay. Did you mean the San Francisco Bay?"

You nodded biting back a new set of tears. "Yeah that was my home until my mom moved. It was too much for her. That's why I want to go. I love the city. It's my place. It's where I've always loved to be. I went there a lot after my dad passed when I got old enough to drive." Your tears retreating back again.

"I'm even more excited to go then." He wrapped his arm around your waist, turning onto his side pulling you into him.

"I'll take you into the sky one day..." He trailed. It would be the closest you could be to meeting each others fathers. Although seemingly, it was too soon. You both found comfort in being together, revisiting the tragedy in your own minds.

Chapter 8

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[brunz]

that thing where youre watching a video about astronomy in thte background while sorting clothes and it gets interesting and you hear about the anthropic principal and so you search that up and then youre reading about the big bang again like you were in school but find a name you arent familiar with and you start reading about the man who first proposed the big bang theory as the "primeval atom" and start reading his paper in which he did so, in which he starts discussing open and closed spaces and youre trying to remember the properties or said spaces and he starts proposing a interior space with a sphere within it on the rim of which all closed space is contained and points are being represented twice in a way analagous to the 180th meridian on the mercator projection and you dont remember exactly what a meridian means or what it means for these points to be represented twice and you look up mercator projection and oh right yes the west side and the east side of the mercator projection are really the same line much like if you took a sheet of paper and connected the edges into a cylinder, that connection is one line, and really the whole cylinder is made up of "those lines" so this isnt exclusive to any one part of this object but wait a sphere isnt a cylinder so how does this work and i was gonna post a screenshot and maybe get help from people on tumblr maybe even though this website is basically dead but now i see ace discourse and oh my god im seeing discourse in the year 2023 i thought nobody was on here and we are talking ace discourse i guess if anyone was gonna stay on here its people who might participate in that and i mean im here so what does that say about me and now im reading it and where does the time go and im on my death bed and i regret all my choices.

[the-firebird69]

We build them and they do look like this a lot. And we heard what our son said it looks nice and stuff but it doesn't have like some kind of a flavor to it and it looks kind of like a hotel or industrial building and it does so he added some architectural features when was curvy railings at the balconies and then we added finials and we added colored accents it wasn't much of an ad and things over the windows and some of the sides at the near bottom and made it look like a little bit like the strange hotel he wanted to build. I'll probably get orders for those the Victoria line and it's the other family so he knows what he's doing and she's laughing and she wants to do it and she's around so that's how it goes and also another person who's interested in branching out on their own so to speak does Stan and he wants to have his own apartments was strongly entertaining doing it and we're going to head with it and what it is is he wants 3-5000 so they look like this but we have dressed them up and they're much much bigger they're only about eight stories throughout a lot of it and then up till around 12 stories and it's really wide at 12 stories like 800 ft wide and their giant looking then they take up probably a mile and a half by a mile and a half for the whole complex and he wants three of them and Mac has given the green light for several reasons the main reason is he has nothing like it and they want to show that there's potential for that the other is that odds with warlock and he doesn't like either so it's another way to weasel your way in and that's what time it really is. So they're probably going to go forwards with it we forward the renderings and we forward the apartment interiors and he wants a set of condos now additional and we're sending those and we have the rough prices Land development ranges in here in Florida and really they're not that much I've never seen anything go over a few minutes million dollars and that had a lot of cuts and pills the land is real flat once you get the vegetation off you're driving a straight line pretty tough it's hardly any folders really easy it's very interested at this time he's got the basic outline and also Ben Arnold he's been building them and he has a bunch New years Mac has another Max have two but we just got an order from Ben Arnold for 5 five thousand and he is changing it to 10 $15,000. And Stan is increasing his request for the proposal for 10 5000 and they look more normal when they're lower and we are suggesting local grocery stores and so forth for that many and he says okay it's like a small town like westborough and he's trying to agree and so is Tom Arnold and so we are modifying it and sending it over shortly and he says don't forget Blockbuster and okay that's fine dont get in trouble... Yeah you with the grin and the chef boyardee I don't know what the hell you're talking about where my damn crackers.... So there's other people ordering more and down here in elsewhere too Tom Arnold wants to have as Ben Arnold actually one of his sons wants to have a 15 15,000 in California not there it's more of a mestizo type of design and he wants to have the more accented look because the other ones are kind of like a hospital or something worse so we're going to do that and he wants to have courtyards and things and we do have that available and these guys want to see those designs and they want to see the full myriad and price changes, so I'm sending it over and I'm going to send the schedules over too and they're appreciative and he wants me to set up a meetings and have mac there if Matt wants to be to approve the thing and to talk about it because you might have some requests and stuff he says it's actually big enough now here in Florida we're going to go ahead and try and set that up.

You're looking at some big changes here people are tired of these people messing everything up running around and being bombs when there's no time for that it's really true it's a very dangerous business it's extremely tough and there's too many people in it that are complete not heads. So working on a lot of projects and getting things done and yeah these people are usually in the way it is annoying as hell so we're going to start helping out with that. We're getting extremely tired of their a****** ideas and their a****** ways and their acetite house bills and it really is quite stupid we don't want to see the stupid container sitting on a dock. We think there's such morons and hurts and it looks like Mac driving the crane is not and they keep doing stuff like that. These are off ideas and it's an awful place these boats are disgusting they stink they're too low in the water you living in the bilge and it's got fumes from the the gas it's not vented properly and the air doesn't get in and out and then rot and then rust and people get very sick from being on there and they're really tour boats needs to be quite nice and elegant and you'd see them and they wouldn't capsize that's why they like that these people ruin that kind of thing made this monstrosity of a place it's terrible.

Hera

You guys ruined the tourism and you want to sit there staring at it and dwell on it and say that you did an awesome job and it's really a pink thing to do it does nothing and the boats were antiquated even though they could have been restored and most of my junk and you can recreate the look and he likes to open one that's our friend we do too here's a boat company and can make them but right now they're ruined by you people and they're historical pieces that we should salvage them it's very disgusting, to make matters worse there's some dinner table that's in the floor and the bugs and grow stuff like that go in there and it's not sealed and it's disgusting. So I can live like pigs and you like it and we can't stand you

Mac daddy

We have a lot to post so I'm going to post this

Hera

There's a whole ton of stuff coming up I might announce some of it

Thor Freya

Olympus

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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