#‘he’s boring’ ‘he’s immature and annoying’ mind you he was 15 when he got turned

[lesbiradshaw]

people reducing liam to the fanon archetypes of either Sunshine Puppy or Aggressive Dickhead is crazy because i rlly do think he’s one of the most complex members of the main cast when you actually LOOK at him outside of a shipping lens.

[toadontoadstool]

They try to take something and you put it in your bra

Characters: Eren Yaeger, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirschtein, Armin Arlert, Connie Springer

Warnings: None, but if you don't have breasts or have small ones just pretend for this (☞ ᐛ )☞

Notes: This is the first bit of fan fiction I've ever written (other than some wattpad stories when I was 15 lol) so enjoy and please excuse any mistakes or bad writing. (*´∇`)ﾉ

Also this is a reader insert but y/n isn't used.

Eren Yaeger

You were sitting on the couch just trying to relax and read a book when Eren has to go and ruin your tranquility. He has a small bouncy ball and is throwing it against the wall which is making a very annoying banging noise.

"Can you stop?" You ask your annoyance clear in your voice. "Why, I'm not doing anything wrong." he says nonchalantly. "But you're making a noise and it's distracting me."

He continues to throw the bouncy ball against the wall.

"Could you maybe do that somewhere else?" He stops and pretends to think for a moment. "Nah, this is the perfect wall for bouncing a ball. You can go read somewhere else." You sit up straighter in your chair. "I was here first." You say but he just ignores you.

"Fine then." You stand up and walk over to him. He pauses for a moment looking at you, confused as to what you're doing. When he throws the ball again you catch it and go sit back down. "Hey, give that back." He says trying to take it from you.

"Nope. I asked you nicely to stop or go somewhere else but you insisted on continuing to annoy me." You say as you put the bouncy ball between your breasts and in your bra.

"Unbelievable." Eren rolls his eyes and walks away with a slight blush on his face to go find something else to do.

Levi Ackerman

"Alright, give it here." Levi says holding his hand out for you to give him the button that had fallen off of his shirt. You have no interest in keeping his button but decide to play around with him a little. "No thanks. I think I'm gonna keep it." you say holding the button up and inspecting it pretending that it's an extremely interesting item.

"What? Why on earth would you want to keep it? It's a button, MY button to be exact." He tries to take the button away from you but you quickly dash away and start running circles around his desk with him chasing you. (Yk just like when your older sibling chase's you and you're running for your life)

Eventually he gets tired of your little game and just hops over the desk. You stop dead in your tracks almost having a heart attack.

"Hand it over." he says with an unamused expression. In a moment of panic and with the fact that you don't want to surrender you stick the button between your breasts and safely into your bra.

He lifts up an eyebrow and stares at you in disbelief. "Seriously? That's extremely immature of you." he says looking away as his cheeks are dusted with a slight pink. "I'll just use a spare button." He grumbles going to fix his shirt.

Congratulations! You actually beat him and got to keep his button, which is basically useless to you.

Jean Kirschtein

"Give that to me." Jean says while trying to grab a small piece of paper from you with a horrible looking drawing of him on it.

"No way!" You say running away from him as he chases after you trying to grab it. You giggle as you run away but you get so distracted that you accidentally end up cornering yourself.

You turn around quickly to see Jean looming over you. "Gotcha" he says reaching for the paper and in a moment of quick thinking you shove the drawing down between your breasts. He freezes and stares at you while his face starts turning red.

"Ha, try getting it now!" You say with a proud look on your face. Jean glares at you and turns away mumbling how he's gonna get payback later.

Armin Arlert

It's a rainy day and you're sitting inside bored out of your mind. You see Armin sitting in the corner of the room scribbling something down on a piece of paper. You decide to go see what he's up to since you have nothing better to do.

"Hey Armin, what are you doing?" He jumps a little at your unexpected presence. "Oh nothing. I'm just writing a poem." he says shyly. "Can I read it?" You ask putting your hands together pleadingly. "It's... not really that good." he says rolling his pencil between his fingers.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad!" You lean over and take the piece of paper from him. "Wait" he says "it's not finished yet" he tries to take it back. "Just let me read what you've done so far." You say holding the paper away from him.

"No, wait, please" he says reaching for the paper again. You quickly put the piece of paper between your boobs and cross your arms. "Why don't you want me to read it?" you pout at him.

Armin freezes up and his face goes as red as a tomatoe. "I- uh uhm..." He looks down at his feet with embarrassment. "I'll let you read it when I'm done. I promise." He looks at you with a pleading look. "Alright" you sigh out while handing him back the piece of paper.

"Thank you." He says and goes back to his corner still a bit flustered.

(The poem he was writing may or may not have been a love poem 😉)

Connie Springer

You were walking in the streets with Connie when he spotted a coin on the floor. "Oh yeah, jackpot!" he happily exclaims as he bends down to grab it when you suddenly swoop in and snatch it off the ground. "Thanks" you say with a cheeky grin. "I spotted it first it's mine!" he says trying to grab the coin from you. "Finders keepers!" you tauntingly say waving the coin around before dashing off with it.

"Exactly I found it!" He yells running after you.

You eventually get tired from all the running that you stop. You're now standing face to face with Connie and it looks like something from one of those cowboy movies. He wiggles his fingers at his sides as you both glare at each other. If this were a movie there would definitely be that classic showdown music playing.

He lunges forward to grab the coin but you dodge him and quickly tuck the coin safely into your bra. "What!? That's not fair!" he yells face heating up from embarrassment. You shrug your shoulders and walk away with a satisfied smirk on your face.

I hope my writing wasn't too bad. My requests are open if you want me to write anything. Also I might make a part 2 to this with other character if it does well. (´^ω^`)

[normally-alexis]

|| Twins

Pairings - Wilbur x Reader × Techno

Growing up within the Philza Minecraft household it was pretty tough being the only girl there. Tommy would always be yelling at Tubbo so you couldn't study properly, Wilbur was always loud fighting with Tommy. You all weren't blood-related but Philza just took you in from Dream when you were in your teenage years.

At the time You, Techno, and Wilbur were close to age so you all would get along smoothly. When you were 15 Techno and Wilbur were 16, Philza had you guys train a lot and work. You sorta were one of Philza's favorites so you didn't have to work all the time.

You and Techno were in a pretty tight relationship, he was calm and collective and wasn't so loud. He was one of the reasons that keep the house quiet.  Wilbur was sorta the opposite of his twin and It showed, he was into music while Techno wanted anarchy and no government.

Tommy usually wasn't home because he played with Tubbo, being only teenagers it was pretty boring without social interaction from other people. You decided to train with Techno for a while to get better if you needed to fight against anything or anyone.

He said he'd be gentle even though he wasn't even that stronger than you were, it wasn't a sword fight because you didn't want to get scared it was just a normal training session on seeing who gets on the ground first.

Of course, it's unfair since he weighs more than you. "This is unfair, you weigh more," you didn't like being on the ground more or less being underneath somebody. "I thought you like challenges." He stops for a moment and puts his hands in his pocket.

"Not ones I know that I'm going to lose," He knew that he would win so you can't let him win on his own. "Unrelated topic {Y/N}," you look back at him shifting your attention and hum as a response. "Since we aren't blood-related we could be in a relationship."

He's not wrong but it would be a large pill to swallow being in a relationship with somebody you grew up with. "You aren't wrong but we're still minors," you laugh it off not thinking about the moment.

As you grew up you didn't stop thinking about that moment that Techno said 5 years ago, you were an adult at the time so you could do anything now including drinking and having sex. You hung out with Techno and Wilbur more often since Tommy was a teenager you only sometimes visit him whenever you visit Philza.

You had a pretty big place to stay in but it was very secretive since you were attached to it and whenever somebody has attachments on the server it's a weigh down. You exit out of your house walking down the stairs.

You hear your wolf barking and ignore the sounds, Techno had invited you to a Hot springs to catch up on whatever you guys were doing. Nothing much was thought about the moment but you thought about being alone with Techno half-naked.

You continue walking through the dirty and deep vines, your shoe gets stuck halfway but you shake it off and keep going. The hot springs weren't originally spawned but it was something built by Lazarbeam.

You weren't far away from anything so it wasn't going to be such a long walk, you cut through the forest to get into the Dream SMP. Not too far from the path, you were a few feet from the hot springs.

You just assumed you were earlier than Techno and you open the door to the hot springs, you walk inside and close the door looking around. Techno's crown and cape is placed on the hook, he was here before you.

There's a red beanie on a hook as well but you don't look at it very much. You take off your jacket and hang it on the hook, you throw your shoes on the ground and leave them in the room. You make your way into the Female bathroom and close the door behind you.

You start stripping off your clothes off and taking your bra and underwear off. You place your old clothes on the top shelf, you throw your pocket knife on the ground because you didn't want it to get rusty inside of the bath.

You walk over towards the shower area and grab the showerhead, you turn it on and start spraying your body with the water. After a few light sprays of water, you grab a towel and wrap it around your chest.

You keep it tied up tightly, You look at your legs making sure they aren't bruised or showing any body hair. It wasn't visible or wasn't even there so you made your way out of the bathroom outside where the hot tub was.

You peek outside and see Wilbur and Techno waiting, having a dirty mind came with two perks. Having a threesome with men you grew up with but weren't blood-related too, or have rough sex with one of them and let the other be jealous.

You shake the thoughts and enter inside of the hot tub. You remove the towel once you were in the water and throw it to the side. You had seen male genitals before nothing to be dirty-minded about, plus you and Techno had multiple moments when you've seen each other naked.

being stared down at by two men naked was very odd. "Techno remember five years ago when we were about to fight," he takes a moment to think back Wilbur wasn't aware of the situation because it was an inside thing.

"Yeah, I suppose," he responds since you guys were still minors at the time of the conversation before it was illegal but if you did it now it wouldn't be illegal. The guilt of having sexual acts with somebody you grew up with faded away the older you grew up.

It's embarrassing to out yourself in such a pitiful way, "Want to do it now?" Knowing that Wilbur was still there with you and Techno it sorta gave you an ego boost. "Wilbur's still here," you smile at techno and cover the expressions because that's immature.

"Threesomes exist," Obviously there wouldn't be any relationship between Wilbur and Techno it was just having relationships toward the female in the relationship. Techno stays quiet for a moment and Wilbur leaned back putting his arms up.

You move closer to Technoblade and grab his chin looking back up at him. "C'mon Techno You'd enjoy it," teasing Technoblade is a very dominant move since he's normally more dominant than others.

Techno gives in and places his hands on your waist picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist. He moves you both over towards Wilbur, Techno moves his towel to the side and places you on top of him.

You stop for a moment to take him in at once. Virgins are usually the horniest people, you don't move for a while neither does he at least 'for the moment.'

Wilbur isn't getting much attention since you had more feelings for Techno but also shared a good amount with Wilbur. Technoblade was everybody's favorite... Wilbur moves behind you grabbing onto your boobs.

He pinches your nipples for a moment, teasing your reflexes. You squeal from it and then get very weak from it.  Techno starts moving himself but it's not fast because the water slows the pace down.

Nothing could go possibly wrong, just with your two favorite boys.. Wilbur rubs over your nipples not being so rough on you. Techno grabs one of your legs and spreads it further apart by a little giving him more room to work with.

The water was getting really warm against your skin and the teasing wasn't helping it very much. Two twins in opposite positions one teasing your upper half the other teasing your lower half. Wilbur got bored and started leaving bite marks on your body, each bitemark trace hurt from the last one.

Techno hit your g-spot even inside of the water and you squirm and squeal. Guest the statement "never trust twins" comes into play at this moment.  It's not safe to climax into a hot tub even though there's chlorine inside of the water it's still dangerous.

Before you could ever state that you were going to Climax Techno stops thrusting and then pulls out causing you to have a failed orgasm. He likes seeing you on your edge knowing that you can't get what you wanted.

Your body was covered in bite marks and it was very visible. "You're so annoying," Techno laughs at you and flicks your head leaving you with Wilbur holding closely onto you.

✩‧₊ Make Sure to Drink water / Eat ✩‧

✩‧ Btw it's about to be 4 am < 3 ✩‧

[toomanysurveys9]

Ready to answer 151 Questions? 1. When was the last time you swam in a pool? January 2020. 2. Do you like to party? I really enjoy it a lot less than I used to. I would rather be at home with my babies. 3. If your ex suddenly kissed you right now, what would you do? He’s in prison and I’m married and uninterested... SOOOO I would probably slap him. 4. Are you a virgin? I have two kids. So obviously not.

5. What are your parents views on your relationships? I don’t really know what my dad thinks. My mom goes back and forth. She loves Jacob and knows I love him, but hates the way he treats me a majority of the time.

6. If you ran into your current boyfriend/crush in 10 years, would you marry them? I’m married. So... there’s that. 7. Is your best friend dating anyone? My mom is married to my dad. Jacob is married to me. And Kayla is back with her youngest’s dad, which is cool. 8. Describe the shirt you’re wearing? Big and dark gray. 9. Do people who wear Hollister and Abrerbrombie every day bother you? I don’t care what other people wear. 10. Could you go out in public without wearing make-up? I do that every single day. It’s very rare for me to wear makeup. 11. What is one feature that you don’t like? On myself... I hate my teeth and gums. 12. Would people describe you as happy? They might. 13. Are you single? I’m very not single. 14. Does it bother you that pretty much every survey you take asks if you’re single? Not really. I mean. It gets a bit annoying because it’s a boring question but it’s also whatever. 15. Do you have Tumblr? Obviously.

16. What about Xanga? Nope. 17. Have you ever babysat before? Many, many times. 18. Is there a teacher who you absolutely hate? There were some teachers I haven’t enjoyed having in the past.  19. Ever shopped at Sephora? I bought a gift card for Kay once. 20. If your current boyfriend/crush suddenly moved away, what would you do? I’m assuming I’d move with him since we’re married..

21. Do you have any university plans?

I am currently getting my master’s degree in marriage and family therapy. Have no plans to go beyond that.

22. If your best friend revealed she was a homosexual, what would you do?

It would completely shock me if my mom did, although our relationship wouldn’t change. If Jacob did, I would probably be devastated since we’ve been together so long and have two kids... I wouldn’t care much if Kay did.

23. What are your views on sex?

It’s fine if you’re both of age and it’s consensual. I don’t have much of a sex drive these days, which upsets Jacob sometimes. But I’m just so tired. All the time.

24. Do sexual questions bother you?

Nope.

25. Would you rather have sex with your boyfriend or break up?

He’s my husband, and I don’t want a divorce.

26. Have you ever dreamed about your wedding?

I did when I was younger and again when we got engaged.

27. Does it bother you when people TYpe 1yk dis’?

I don’t enjoy it, but you can do what you want, as long as you’re not hurting other people.

28. Do you delete pictures of you and your exes off of Facebook?

I have never had to deal with that, so I’m not sure what I would do.

29. Would you ever date a friends Ex?

I feel like there would be a lot of things that would factor into that decision, but currently, nope.

30. What’s the last book you read?

I don’t remember. It was a children’s book at work.

31. Ready for 10 simple questions?

Sure thing.

32. What is your last name?

Shh.

33. What grade are you in?

I just started my first year of graduate school about 3 weeks ago.

34. What school do you go to?

Northcentral University.

35. Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring?

Spring and Fall are my favorites.

36. Favorite Color?

Black and blue.

37. Are your parents together?

They are.

38. Any siblings?

Four sisters and one brother. All younger.

39. Favorite subject? 

I’ve always loved all things psychology related, except research methods, and english.

40. Least favorite subject? All things math. 41. Favorite song? Slow Down by Nichole. 42. Okay. Simple questions are over. Happy? I don’t care. 43. How many friends do you have on Facebook? No clue. 44. Ever been requested by some old guy from another country? Yeah. 45. Have you ever googled yourself? Yup. 46. Have a Formspring? Nope. 47. You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? Sell them if they don’t want to. 48. Would you rather spend the day at an amusement park or a water park? Either!!! 49. Been to Disney world? No but I will someday! 50. If someone posts their status “9 Inches :(” do you know what they mean? Nope. 51. Ever had a boyfriend? Yes.

52. Ever had a huge crush on someone who still doesn’t know? Yeah. 53. Have you done something in the last week that you regret? Yeah. Yelled at my kids... 54. Ever drank alcohol? Yup. 55. Know anyone who’s currently doing drugs? Weed at least. 56. Ever watched The Hills? Nope. 57. What about Jersey Shore? Nope. 58. Ever called someone a slut? Not seriously that I recall. 59. What do you think of short shorts? Not for me.  60. Does it bother you if people swear around you? Nope. 61. Have you ever gotten an A in a subject? Many times. 62. What about a B? ^^^ 63. And a C? A few. 64. How about a D? No. 65. Ever skived? Huh? 66. Would you consider yourself popular and outcast or somewhere in the middle? Outcast for sure. 67. Are most of your friends older or younger than you? My age. Or older. 68. Ever been stabbed in the back by a close friend? Yup. 69. Do you think it’s immature when people laugh at the number 69? Kind of.  70. Ever watched porn? Yeah. Wasn’t into it. 71. How many laws do you think you’ve broken in the past month? Speeding. 72. Do you wake up with an alarm clock? Yup. 73. Do you prefer Wednesdays or Thursdays? Wednesdays. Jacob has them off from Papa John’s. 74. If your school had a Glee Club would you join? Not likely. 75. Ever performed in a talent show? No. 76. Have you ever cried in public? Yeah. I hate it too. 77. Do you have a favorite between your Mom and your Dad? No, although I’m closer to my mom. 78. Would you audition for a reality talent competition? I did and didn’t get past the producers. 79. How many celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 80. How many non-celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 81. Name 5 male celebrities who you think are attractive. Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Chris Pratt, and Johnny Depp. 82. Name 5 female celebrities who you think are attractive. Kirsten Vangsness, Monica Raymund, Hilary Duff, I can’t think of more. 83. Ever been compared to a celebrity? Nooo. 84. Have any embarrassing pictures on Facebook? I don’t think so. 85. Do you think spending £20 on Lip Gloss is a waste of money? I wouldn’t do it. 86. Are you opinionated? On some things. 87. Do you have a favorite store? Children clothing stores, like Carter’s or the Children’s Place. Barnes and Noble. 88. Would you ever wear Flare Jeans? Not likely. 89. Do you own jeans that aren’t skinny? I have a couple boot cut pairs. 90. Have you ever worn the same outfit twice in one week? I pretty much wear the same few outfits all week. I only have so many work appropriate shirts. 91. What’s the longest period of time you’ve been away from school? I graduated college in 2016 and just went back to get my master’s about three weeks ago. 92. Do you google abbreviations you don’t understand? Yeah. 93. Does it bother you when people have cats as their profile picture? Nope. Why would it? 94. Own a pair of converse? I do. They’re my favorite. 95. Is there a teacher at your school who has obvious favorites? What I am doing now is online and not like a typically school.

96. If yes, are you one of them? ^^^

97. Do you text in class? I did. And I do text while doing school stuff now, although not often. 98. What brand of jeans do you wear the most? I don’t know. I don’t pay attention to brands. 99. At what point do you think sizes are “Plus Sized?” I don’t know. 100. Do you want to lose weight? Yeah, I do. A lot of it. Like. 100 pounds. Ha. 101. Ever seen a therapist? I have. 102. Ever watched porn? I have, but not really for myself. I didn’t really enjoy it. 103. Ever purposely ignored a text? I have. 104. A facebook message? I have. 105. A poke? Yup. 106. A friend request? Many times. 107. Would you say you read into things too much? Oh, I’m sure. 108. Is your best friend more likely to be the one suggesting something stupid or refusing to do something stupid? Suggesting. 109. Do you have a “fun friend?” (A friend who you have tons of fun with but you never really have deep conversations?) I don’t think so. 110. Ever been called a bully? Not that I can recall. Because I never bullied people. 111. Ever purposely hurt yourself? Many times. 112. Ever gone to church? I used to. Years ago. 113. Would you call either of your parents screw ups? NO. 114. If you turned out exactly like your mom would you be pleased? I would not want to be exactly like her. But there are a lot of good things I would be happy to inherit.  115. What do you want to do with your life? I’m going to become a marriage and family therapist.

116. Let me guess… You have brown hair? I do. 117. Already know what you’re being for Halloween? I don’t dress up. My kids do though. I don’t know what they’re going to be. Wyatt might be spiderman again. 118. Do you still go Trick or Treating? I take my babies. 119. Ever liked someone WAY older than you? Celebrities. 120. Does it bother you when people have really loud conversations on the bus? I don’t really care. 121. When you have sunglasses on, do you stare at people? I do not. 122. Ever had a credit card denied? Probably. 123. What’s the last movie you watched? I don’t remember. 124. Last TV Show? Uhhh. Maybe Criminal Minds? 125. You see your Ex making out with one of your friends. What do you do? I wouldn’t likely care. 126. Ever been called a whore? I don’t think so. But it’s possible. 127. Are you american? I am. 128. Ever made yourself throw up? Yeah.  129. Have you ever kissed someone who wasn’t your boyfriend? On a dare - Kayla and/or Brittany. 130. Are you Cute or Gross? Gross. 131. Does it bother you when people say “LOOK HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN!”? It’s been years since anyone said that, but no, it didn’t bother me. 132. Can you say intelligent things around the guy you like? We’re married and have been together many years. I would hope I could have intelligent conversations with him at this point. 133. Ever had the lead in a play? No. 134. What about a solo in a concert? I did once in high school. 135. What kind of a student are you? I’m a good student. I’ve always done very well. 136. Worst subject? I have always hated math. 137. Best subject? English or history. 138. Ever had a crush on a teacher? No. 139. Would it bother you if you found out that your mother was pregnant? It’s super impossible so I would be pretty confused. 140. How late do you sleep in? I have to be up by 7:20ish. 141. Do you edit your profile pictures before posting them? Sometimes I use filters. 142. Be 100% honest. Do you have any friends who are uglier than you? I am the ugly friend, 100%. 143. Do you believe in love? Obviously. 144. Would you consider yourself a good student? Yeah.. 145. Does it bother you when Surveys ask “Did you like this survey?” I don’t care. 146. Salty, Sweet, Sour or Spicy? Depends on my mood but usually salty or sweet. 147. Are you going into High School this year? Nope. Graduated 2012. 148. What about Junior High? Heck no. Ha. 149. What is one thing someone could say to you right now that would make you cry? That someone I love was seriously hurt or died. 150. Where did you find this note? @lovemesomesurveys :) 151. Last question. How many unread messages are in your phone? I have no idea since Wyatt is using it.

[alien-origins]

ok so I haven't been feeling that the arrangement/relationship was giving much bc it was a purely sexual thing and I was getting bored and low key disgusted.

and like when we met we both agreed for this to be no strings attached bc neither wanted a gf/bf. however I noticed like a year in he was catching feelings because he said "would you like to be exclusive?" and I asked what he meant and he said "that we only have sex with each other" and I said that I didn't know.

cut to like a few months later my sex drive goes down and I don't want to meet up bc it's just for sex and I tell him I'm not really wanting to do anything and he's like "oh but we can hang out still", but hanging out with him is literally sitting in his bed playing video games which isn't interesting or fun for me or watching a movie and have him dry hump me and tell me he wants me to which I get annoyed at because I EXPLICITLY said I didn't want to do anything.

and I also need to mention other things that annoyed me with him. every time in the morning I wanted to leave I always had to like come up with something like a "plan" so I had somewhere else to be and couldn't stay because dude I want to enjoy my weekend. and every time I was like "well o gotta go" and he said "it only takes 6 minutes to the train from here" but like I have smaller legs than you, want to have an extra 5 min in case and I HAVE ANXIETY which I've told him so I need extra time or I'll literally panic. so I almost missed the train several times because he would sometimes refuse to let me get up from bed and I was clearly annoyed at him like this isn't funny and idk why he thinks I'd want to miss my train bc then I'd have to wait 30 min for my bus.

time management. I'm the person that gets to class 20 min early. Gets up 2-3h before I need to leave the house and make sure I have n extra 20-30 min of I'm going to find a new place. this dude was more of a "few seconds before" type of person which gave me anxiety and just felt disrespectful of my time when HE decided time and then never managed to meet me in time. even if 90% of the time he just had to walk down to the lobby door of his apartment to get me on he'd be 10-15 min late.

however I think what was the breaking point for my tolerance was when we decided to watch captain marvel in theatres. I said I'd like to eat before and he was like "sounds good, the movie starts 21.30 so we can meet 20.35 and eat" and I'm like, weird time but okay. and I arrive 10 min early to the mall we're gonna eat at (where they also have the theatre) and I tell him I'm there. 20-30min later I get a text that says "I'll be a little late" and I'm like okaybim in the lobby. he comes through the doors 20 minutes before the movie starts and then is like "so what do you want to eat?" and I say "do we really have time for that" I'm annoyance and he's like sure we do and I'm like....sure....so we have Lebanese food but I can't eat quickly because of my anxiety and past ed so I eat half and put the rest of the shworma in my bag for later. then he wanted to go to another store to buy drinks with like 3 min left until it started. RIGHT OMG when we got there FORTY MINUTES LATE he wants to go say hi to a friend who works in a store there LIKE???!!???????

and onto kinks. he noticed me posting pics of kris wu sometimes going "omg daddy choke me😩😩" as we know I do, and he's like "you're into that?" and I'm like yea, thinking about choking. and then he asks about what I mean with daddy and I explain that's like "he's hot" it's a term used for hot men and he's like "you can call me daddy😏". and me, who only have like 5 names on my daddy list is laughing internally but I'm like whatever, sure.

next time I get to his house he asks me to call him daddy mid sex and I'm like ok??? and I do and there was nothing more to it. like 2-3 times later he goes full dd/lg and oh my gOd was it disturbing. he said stuff like "cum for daddy", "you have to keep quiet or your mom will hear" etc. and I said I didn't like talking during sex prior to this AAAAAND I TOLD HIM ABOUT MY VERY BAD RELATIONSHIP WITH MY DAD so this made me nauseous and I told him I didn't like talking like that during sex. i don't even remember his response but he did it like 2-3 more times before he stopped but like omg I felt so uncomfortable. he kept asking what kinks I had and I said I enjoy hair pulling, choking, being restrained and roughhoused but idk why he translated it into dd/lg.

I had told him vulnerable things about myself that he didn't understand like my anxiety, issues with my period pain, my relationship with my dad and some things about sugar babying. and he really thought he could fix all these things.

third thing. he sent me links to oils, meditation methods and other "natural" ways of getting rid of period pains. and I tell him thank you but if this worked I'd know already. and he's like "but it works for some" and I'm like I'm not saying it isn't, it's just the fact that I almost got immune to strong pain killers specifically made for cramps so rubbing some lavender oil on my vulva won't do shit boy.

fourth. I get that he was probably trying to be nice and give me compliments and I told him I was insecure about my tits because they're not that big. they're a size AA and A on food days I guess. but he said every time that my boobs had gotten bigger like, I'd have a F cup at this point if they actually were getting bigger and he noticed it every time. then however he started saying "your ass had gotten bigger" and it made me feel so selfcouncious. he KNEW about my ed and he KNEW I was still having issues with it so I don't understand why that comment was necessary???? I spiraled after hearing those comments and almost started dieting and skipping meals again because of those comments. and I know it's in and hot to have a big ass rn but o don't want one, love em on other people but I don't want one bc o feelnotd be disproportionate with my small chest and I already feel so uncomfortable sometimes with not being curvy and like it messes me up ......

and just being treated like a sex object in general. sure it was a sexual arrangement, but some respect please.....he would call me sexy even though I said I didn't like that comment bc I didn't see myself as sexy and didn't think it described me well (plus I look younger than I am so it makes me kind of uncomfortable). and saying only things about my body and how hot and sexy I am and it didn't make me feel good. ever. I don't think he ever complimented me on anything else but looks and it gets very boring after a while.

the end of it. as we know I'm in Korea rn studying and he knew this since months back and we hadn't talked since my bday in February and I avoided sc bc we almost only talked there but then I posted something and he replies around July/August and never stops writing even though I don't reply for 1-4 days. immature of me maybe but I was working a lot and didn't even think of replying bc it gave me anxiety to talk to him at this point.

then September. it's 1 month left until I leave and I have a LOT to fix before going and friends to say bye to. he says "can we meet this weekend" and I tell him I work weekends and I have other things to do almost every weekend up to when I leave and idk if I'll have time. he kept pushing again and again and I told him I didn't have time. then like a week left and he asks me to come over tonight and he knows I need to know these things I'm advance or I don't do it bc I'm not an impulsive person. and I tell him "honestly I don't think I will have the time to see you before I leave. I want to say bye to my close friends and my family" and he's like "wouldvevliked to see you one time before you leave though ://" butbi don't reply.

I talk to a few friends and they tell me to break it off but I only did it last week and BOY. I sent him a message on fb saying that I'm sorry but I don't think this kind of relationship works for me anymore, I'm not interested in it and won't be when I come back either probably and I say that I hope he understands. and he just replies "what kind of relationship is this?" and I say fwb at best. and he's like. .....well...I was hoping for more but I could sense you didn't want it.

LIKE!!!!!WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME SO WE BOTH DIDNT WASTE TIME OMG. LIKE HES AN ADULT. A FULL BLOWN ADULT. HES TURNING 30 NEXT YEAR.

but I tell him yea no I was never looking for that and we agreed on nothing more. and he's like "too bad liked your vibe" and I laughed out loud bc omg that's hilarious!!!! also fuck you. and I say sorry again and that I'm not looking for anything at all and he asks "why?" this dude has the audacity to ask WHY I don't want to suck his dick and I'm trying to be nice about it but I said "do I need more of an explanation than that I don't want to?" and he's like no, but hmu if you change your mind. he also said he wasn't looking for a normal relationship, he wanted something between fwb and a real relationship whatever that means and like ugh I'm so tired....

In conclusion I hate men and I removed him from sc and fb.

[tangyyyy]

Lucille and Eliott met when they were both very young, here is a piece of their love story. They truly loved each other, maybe in a wrong way, but love isn’t always an easy thing to live and to do. From 2014 to 2019. From Lucille to Lucas, with a lot of Eliott in the middle. 

Double date

Friday February 15 2019, 7:30 pm

"A double date???" Eliott and Lucille were settled on a terrace of café artificially heated by large scarlet radiators, they were drinking two espressos while smoking cigarettes. "Yeah. At home tomorrow night, what do you think? -Wait, wait ... A "double date", seriously?" The young woman could not help but joke about Eliott's proposition for their friday night. Since when did he liked such things as "double dates"? He who had always made fun of cute couple activities he considered "clichés" or too cheesy, he who always preferred the company of his best friends rather people he barely knew... Now he was proposing to Lucille a double date with people he had only known for a few weeks.

"Yeah, a double date. -Like... Like in “How I met”? Will there be some gouda and will we play mimes?" Now Lucille laughed frankly, openly making fun of Eliott's proposal. The latter, on the other hand, didn't seem to share the Lucille's good mood. He frowned. "Well... Then?" Lucille didn't understand why the young man was so serious. The two young people had always used to make fun of each other, their two senses of humor working mainly arond irony and sarcasm. And since when didn't he laugh to a reference to How I met your mother, the famous sitcom they had watched together at least a dozen times? "Anyway... uh... yes, why not!” Lucille answered, clearing her throat, swallowing another burst of laughter. “Ok great, I'll send a text to Lucas to say it's ok.

-Lucas?

-Yeah, you know, the guy we saw at the high school party last week. -Ah yes. And what's her name?

-What?

-Lucas' girlfriend. Eliott, as you said, it's a double date, Lucas won't come alone. -Ah yes yes! Chloé. -Oh yes, that's it, I couldn't remember her name.” Eliott didn't say anything anymore, wearing a somewhat glazed expression, his long fingers wiggling his spoon in his coffee. Lucille tugged on her cigarette and blew a big cloud of gray smoke over their heads.

Lucille got at Eliott's apartment around 6pm. The young man was in a very very bad mood without Lucille understanding why. He didn't seem very happy towards the evening with Lucas and Chloé... Yet he had told her very nice things about them, especially about Lucas. Dragging his feet around the apartment, opening his mouth only to complain of insignificant details, Eliott seemed already weary of the evening they didn't even spend yet. While Lucille was busy pouring some crisps into a bowl, Eliott got into the kitchen and seemed to look for something he didn't find immediately. "Where are the fucking towels in this house..." he mumbled. The young woman looked at him and sighed deeply. The bad mood of her boyfriend began to annoy her slightly. "Ok... What's the problem?” She asked abruptly.

"Nothing.” He replied firmly.

"I can see there's something wrong.

-You're so clever.” The young man leered at her.

"Aren't you happy that your friend and his girlfriend spend the evening here?"

Eliott said nothing, shrugging his shoulders.

"What's bothering you?

-Nothing at all...

-Did something happen with Lucas? It's Chloe? You don't like her?

-No.

-Eliott, talk to me.

-Forget it!

-But if you...

-Well! You know what Lucille? This is you who breaking my balls right now!” Retorted Eliott with dark eyes full of anger. Immediately, the young woman clenched her jaw, put the bowl on the table and stood up to face Eliott.

"Oh really?” She retorted in a threatening voice.

"If I tell you it's okay, it means it's okay, for fuck's sake!

-Excuse me to worry about what you can think or what you can feel!” Lucille replied.

"If I don't want to talk stop asking me stupid questions!

-Ah yes?! So I should let you mope without doing anything?!"

Things got heated, the two young people looking at each other with eyes full of anger.

"You know what? I never asked anything from you." Eliott's sharp words were followed by a heavy silence. For months, fights had multiplied between them. These last words, obviously, didn't refer only to this particular fight of tonight but extended to their whole relationship. Eliott didn't ask her anything? Lucille frowned. She didn't feel hurt but furious. "You never asked anything?

-No.

-Right... But fortunately I'm not waiting for you to ask! You never say anything! I must always deduce what you need! If you need time, loneliness, affection... I'm forced to think everything alone, you don't help me at all, you'reso self-centered!

-I don't fucking need you Lucille! I do not need you doing all this, I do not need you to guess all what I can think!"

Eliott's muscles were tense.

"You're so selfish... I'm doing everything to help you, to support you, I'd do everything to make you feel good, to make you happy. Since five years, five fucking long years, I always think about you before thinking about myself!”

Silence fell again between the both of them. Then, Eliott sighed and talked again in a quieter way than few seconds sooner.

"Just... I guess I'm fed up with that... Everything you do, it's... It's freaking me out, it's too much. And... Once again... I never asked anything from you." Eliott's gaze was harsh. More than his words, Lucille didn't like the way he looked at her. His eyes were cold and hard as stone.  Before bursting, either in rage or in tears, the young woman preferred to leave the small kitchen. "You know what? I think we should stop there, if we keep fighting we're gonna be ridiculous in front of your friends.” She said, passing by her boyfriend. He didn't answer but shrugged again. Lucas and Chloé arrived around 7pm, their arms loaded with beers and crisps. Naturally, they sat side by side on the couch, leaving Eliott and Lucille to sit on the two chairs on the other side of the table. If Lucille tried to keep a neutral attitude, it was obviously not the same for Eliott. The latter seemed to make no effort to hide his bad mood. Silently annoyed, Lucille looked at him for a long moment. To her surprise, he didn't only seem to be mad at her, but also seemed to be angry with Chloé. The young man hardly ever spoke to her and bore an air of terrible boredom when she talked to him. Besides, he didn't even bother to look at her. Trying to understand Eliott's animosity towards Chloé, Lucille focused on the young girl. Alright, she was talking a lot. Too much maybe. But was that enough reason to be so aggressive towards her? No, there must have been something else. However that may be, Chloe didn't notice Eliott's angry attitude towards her. She was happy, obviously glad to share this evening with them. Lighthearted, she bounced on every word, asked questions and often laughed. Lucas was more reserved than his girlfriend. Everything in him sweated embarrassment. He didn't talk much, just answering to Chloé's numerous invectives with mere “yes” or “no”. Lucas, unlike his girlfriend, like Lucille, seemed to be aware of Eliott's bad mood. He wasn't fooled, that was for sure. His eyes stared at his beer, his hands or his feet, he was fleeing the insistent look of Eliott on him. As if he was embarrassed, almost frightened by the young man's attention. Lucille didn't understand what was happening and it was driving her crazy. What had happened between the three young people so that the atmosphere was so full of tensions? Only Lucille seemed to pay a minimum of attention to what Chloe could tell, the two boys being too much absorbed in their own thoughts. While the girl was enthusiastic about her passion for tv shows, Lucille spoke. "You're really mature for your age, meuf." Of course, the young woman didn't think a word of what she'd just said. Chloé, was still very immature and rather naive but it wasn't unpleasant. Lucille hoped for a moment that this compliment, even if it wasn't really honest, could relax the tense atmosphere between the four of them. "Yep, it's because I'm dating an older guy.” Chloe answered, wrapping her arms around Lucas's neck. Lucille smiled as she looked at them. The girl was in love, it was obvious. Lucas, on the other hand, appeared more than ever silent. Perhaps he wasn't a bif fan of public displays of affection?  His cheeks were flushed and he bit his lips.

"You two are the same age, right?” Chloe asked. Eliott glared at her.

"Yes, but Eliott failed to graduate last year. "

Eliott was staring at Lucille now. The young woman could feel his anger flying from his eyes to her but she didn't mind. If he had the right to be nasty, so had she.

"Oh shit ! How so?” Chloé was interested in an ingenuous way. How could that girl be so out of touch with the bad atmosphere around them, Lucille wondered. "I didn't take the exams.” Eliott answered coldly. A short and yet very heavy silence fell on thm. The discomfort was obvious. It was finally Eliott who put an end to it. "Can we talk about something else?” He said to Lucille, a tone of blame in his voice. Very used to his temper swings, the young woman needed more to feel unsttled. Eliott put his empty beer bottle on the table and immediately opened a new one. Seeing this, Lucille's concerns took a different turn. He drank fast and a lot, it was too much for him. If the young woman was angry with him, she couldn't stop her usual worry from invading her mind. Whatever he said to her, whatever he did to her, whether he liked it or not, he remained vulnerable. "Maybe you've had enough, Eliott. -Maybe you've talked enough, Lucille." The answer had flared, the cold, sharp words of the young man coming to grip Lucille's throat. They used to fight, but until then, they had never taken the step of getting in front of other people. Shameful to make a spectacle of themselves, Lucille lowered her eyes. "I was just saying that for your own good.” She said. "You always say that for my own good, yeah. You think I need you? I mighed have failed my bac but I can still count, this is my second." Voiceless, Lucille looked at him for a moment before meeting Lucas' embarrassed gaze. It was too much. Not knowing what to say, finding no place to look without feeling the growing shame in her belly or the anger bubbling in her veins, the young woman got up hurriedly and left the room to take refuge, alone in the kitchen. Standing in front of the sink, leaning against the work surface, her eyes fixed on the dirty dishes, her teeth clenched, Lucille felt a tear roll on her cheek. It was not sadness but raw frustration. They couldn't talk to each other anymore. They couldn't spend a single moment of calm without some anger coming to make their talks worse. It was becoming unbearable, they had to change something but what? Lucille was lost, didn't know what to do anymore. "Are you alright?" A small shrill voice echoed in the young woman's back. The latter turned around and saw Chloé in the middle of the kitchen. "I'm okay.” Lucille simply replied, trying to hide her tears with the back of her hand, too proud to show any trace of weakness in front of the girl. "It's nothing, I swear, you can go back, I'm coming." Despite Lucille's invitation, Chloé didn't move. Without saying anything, biting her lips, she looked at the young woman with eyes filled with understanding and gentleness. If she wanted to be alone for a moment, Lucille didn't want to insist, Chloé was a friendly girl and she didn't want to be too harsh on her. "Sorry you saw all this... It was stupid.” Lucille whispered while forcing herself to hold back her tears.

"Isn't it going well? I mean... You and Eliott.” Asked Chloé genuily.

"Well, it's just..." Lucille looked up at the teenager. She had a pretty look, full of naivety and kindness. She and Lucas had the same look. What was the use of lying to her after all? "No, it's not going very well indeed..."

The two young women sat down at the kitchen table and stayed there for about twenty minutes. Lucille talked about Eliott, of his mood swings without directly mentioning his bipolarity but also and especially of the love she kept feeling for him. Chloé talked about Lucas. The young man seemed to be a good, deeply kind, funny and endearing person. After a moment, Lucille feeling ready to talk to Eliott without losing her temper again, the two young women decided to come back to the living room. As they left the kitchen, they were surprised to see the empty couch. Lucille turned her head towards the entrance and saw that the two young men's jackets weren't there anymore.

"Where are they?” Asked Chloé.

Lucille remained silent. Something was wrong, there was neceserally an explanation for their absence as well as the previous bad atmosphere... The young woman was scanning the room in a way of a detective seeking evidence of a crime. She remembered past moments then, suddenly, all her doubts vanished.

Eliott's animosity towards her and Chloé, Lucas's embarrassment, their looks, the small gestures... It was obvious now. "Fuck, I'm so stupid..." Lucille whispered as she sat on the couch before taking her head in her hands. "What's the matter?” Chloe asked. Lucille didn't answer, lost in her dark thoughts. How had she done to miss such blatant evidence? Since all these years, how was she still so naive? "Where are they?" Chloe's unawareness began to annoy Lucille. "Wait, I'll call Lucas..." The girl whispered as if she were grabbing her phone from her jeans pocket. "He won't answer.” Lucille said without moving from the couch. Chloe didn't pay attention to the last words of the young woman and took her cellphone to her ear. "His phone is off..." Lucille shrugged her shoulders. "I don't understand, they went out to get some food?” Chloé fumbled trying to catch the young woman's attention. Lucille looked up furiously at her. In one way or another, Lucille had to let out all her anger and disappointment, or her heart would explode in millions of little sharp pieces. Too bad for Chloé, she was unfortunately in the wrong place at the wrong time. "Yeah, indeed, you really understand nothing!” She snapped. The girl, not expecting such a harsh reaction from her eldest, was speechless. "They aren't looking for food, no. Don't you really have any clue of what they're doing right now? -Well... No... But why don't you call Eliott? -He won't answer either, believe me. -How can you be so sure? -Because they left to fuck!” Exclaimed Lucille, her face flushed with anger. Stunned and douptful, Chloé didn't know how to react but ended up slowly opening her mouth. "What? But... No... Lucas isn't gay... -Technically Eliott either but we won't get into this debate right now.” Lucille said coldly and haughtily. "I think you should come back home... -I... I don't know... I... -Alright! You know what? If you want to play to the nice little housewife gently waiting for her guy to come back after a good fuck, you do you Chloé, me, I'm off." Lucille quickly got up, grabbed her purse and her coat and left Eliott's apartment in a rush without taking the time to greet Chloé, leaving her alone in the place.

Furious and hurt, the young woman quickly came back to home where she rushed to her room. For now, the only thing she had in mind was anger at having been dumped once again as a fool she was. Tomorrow would come fear and sorrow...

[wang-yeon]

Flux| Namjoon

the new foreign exchange student is surely irritating you to the point of insanity but you cant deny his attraction and the not so secret sexual attention rising between you two

Warning: Usage of alcohol, cussing,smut, foreign exchange student!, angst i guess,

Genre: Smut and angst?

Word count: 8.8K

A/N: Sorry i was supposed to post this early but damn i re downloaded mystic messenger and a bitch cant stop playing that shit. Its addicting

The world was a mighty big place with warm bodies lurking around its every corners. The world was filled with approximately 7.5 billion people around the year of 2017 only growing in population. This meaning approximately 15 billion legs have walked across our planet each telling individual stories of there own. an unspeakable number of hair follicles blowing through the wind while 15 billion hands soothed there tangled hair.

Yet each 7.5 billion person wasn’t the same. Each held there own reason behind the darkness, each person like feathers from pillows of there chaos. We were all interesting in our own ways seeking the attention like a cold lech.

I had been one of the people who craved attention but not going as far as wanting it to suck me dry. I had liked things where as i was involved rather than not. I craved hanging out with my best friends and going to useless parties that wouldn’t matter in my later years. I had managed the boring role of a over slightly egotistical teenagers. Not to the point of my head being filled up of it but just the right amount, i wasn’t a snob.

Somewhere along the mixture of parties and alcoholic mixes i had balanced my school work. I wasn’t the smartest kid in my school but certainly was in my homeroom class, literature. I found it the least amount of work as i grabbed the ink and wrote whatever flowed from the mind. An addict with a pen was forever a living struggle, as long as i kept my mind to it.

I guess with the expectation of keeping up semi good grades i had the joyous opportunity to show our new foreign exchange student around his newly wed high school. He was apart of the 7.5 billion apart of our money hungry world. Filling kids to the brim with false advertisement and dreams forgotten. Certainly moving to the united states would only enhance these qualities.

Our teacher began picking up a conversation on the trilling topic, sending the classroom into a ever longing boredom. The conversation was not well needed but was very educational in some sort of way but was very unreasonable as our new student stood awkwardly at the door. I displayed quick eye contact with him in the mist of trying to see his appearance. I dismissed the eye contact and took in his facial features. They were fairly made of beauty and his dimples surely stood out the most, only enhancing as he smiled.

Our oblivious math teacher continued on with her speech before she turned to the nervous student who appeared to be nibbling on his lip in dispute of the overwhelming welcoming. To make things even more awkward she made sure to slow down on her words to make sure he would understand. I hadn’t known if Namjoon had spoken English or not but it surely was still awkward.

“This is our new foreign exchange student who goes by the name of Kim Namjoon. Please treat him kind and well as he begins his new journey. He is a very brave soul who has seeks to move here in order for freedom. Please respect him and his wishes.”

I physically cringed at her usage of words. Freedom? I hadn’t known why people would come to the united states for a taste of freedom anymore, it was all a blur of false advertisement. Surely Namjoon had to know this to as his face matched mine. My face only contorted more as our teacher made my name fall from her lips.

“Y/N please raise your hand. Namjoon this will be your new seat buddy and your student for the next couple of weeks till you pick things up.”

I raised my hand very lazily growing tired of how she said seat buddy so enthusiastically. She seemed overly excited over the whole situation. Namjoon made his way past the sea of desk before he was met with mine where he seated his belongings down on and proceeded to take a seat.

I heard other classmates groan most of them belonging to girls. The were envious of my position of looking after the new student who was rather attractive surely he had to know as well. Due to my new role of his so called guardian i did feel some sort of special feeling as if he was my own personal keepsake. Of course i had boundaries as well, i didn’t want to do anything to make him uncomfortable.

I took the liberty to look over him as he was sitting professionally in his seat while his eyes read a bored expression. As did everyone else in the class. Everyone checked out as the teacher began her lesson. Her over energetic attitude often drained people from there daily studies and attention span.

“Alright class i will now leave you by yourselves to complete the following problems. Ah Y/N i have a special assignment for one of my few excelling students.”

I mentally rolled my eyes at my new found role. I had been barely passing the semester wondering how i gained this cameo. The teacher wormed around all the other surrounding desk before she was met with mine a Namjoon’s. She began going on about how i would be an excellent help for his educational path or something along those lines. At those words Namjoon lowered himself into the desk and slummed as if he was becoming irritated by the situation at hand.

“Now ill leave you two to the work. Im sure you both will have a super time together!”

“Oh a super duper time!”

My words were spilling with sarcasm but it was obvious she was fairly oblivious to anything coming her way. I turned my attention to a bored Namjoon waiting for the whole thing to be over in a blink of an eye. As was I but if this brought my way to some extra credit i would fake everything with a smile.

“Alright so looks like the lesson is revolving around angles and other boring shit. So lets get started.”

I flipped through the packet before looking up to see Namjoon just staring at me in a curious way. I couldn’t tell if he was confused or if he was just looking at me. None of the less i was confused by his sudden state. So i just took it as a sign of him being confused by the lesson.

“Ya know angles. Like acute obtuse and right. Lets see the first problem shows an obtuse angel. Which is bigger than 90 degrees.”

I began to stretch my body as big as it could go trying to demonstrate an obtuse angel. His eyes began t widen be still managed his bored expression without a blink of another emotion. This making me huff in irritation but still continued on.

I then moved my way to the ground in attempt to turn myself into an acute angel making myself as small as I could. I began going on about how acute angels were small only making him sigh in annoyance. It certainly was a step in the right direction at least he was showing some sort of emotion and body language.

I stood up to demonstrate a right angel before he pulled me back in the desk holding his hand up telling me to stop my attempts.

I run my hands through my hair in sheer anger from his attitude yet he hasn’t been able to put any input in about the situation.

“Listen im just trying to help you out and I don’t understand why you have to be in such a bad mood.”

I said the comment knowing that he couldn’t understand me anyway making me not feel ashamed by my comment. Surely enough that non shameful state vanished rather quick.

“Actual i speak English quite fluently and if you people actually had the decency to consider asking me then this whole thing wouldn’t have happened.”

I was shocked to say the least not that he could speak English but that he was actually contributing to a simple conversation.

“Congratulations to you! Sadly i couldn’t give a rats ass on how people treat you. Im just looking for an extra credit assignment.”

I honestly could careless about what he thought about me. Sure my reputation remained in me having a gracious amount of friends meaning i didn’t need anymore. Namjoon was attractive to say the least but just based off of first impressions his personality was not something that outweighed his looks, he probably thought the same about me.

Surprisingly Namjoon smiled slightly at my statement flicking a piece of my hair.

“It really is a joy to finally here someones honest opinion and actually talking to me like a normal human being but your attitude is absolutely repulsive.”

“Why thank you its my specialty.”

“Is annoying people your specialty as well.”

“Ah are you fucking five years old.”

“Ah are you fucking oblivious that everyone likes you due to your looks.”

It was shocking that he had been here for less than a couple of hours and he was already unlocking the truth. Sure i didn’t have the best personality one that was based on sarcastic comments and back handed compliments. I couldn’t help it though i always was weird when it came to my emotions, i was still an immature teenager trying to figure herself out. I just found it funny how Namjoon already figured myself out more than me.

My lack of response caused Namjoon’s face to soften thinking he had gone to fair but in reality it didn’t effect me in the slightest. It surely wasn’t the rudest thing i heard just the most truthful making me think more about his comment.

The bell rang signaling for lunch and an end to the awkward conversation.

“Well hopefully lunch will fuel your truthful mindset.”

As i got up from i seat i could sense him looking at me as i walked out the classroom. I could tell he was curious about me in some weird way. I really wasn’t anything interesting and sure enough he would find out soon and the bitter truth following along with it.

I had been eyeing the lunch room in search of my two best friends seated at a table. I had plenty of friends and was popular among most peers as were they but we just choose each other for the majority of things. We were comfortable around each other more than others seeking fondness in each other. I spotted them from across the sea of tables as i say to hands waving at me as I waved back. I made my way over to them before i felt someone bump into me.

“Is that who were sitting with?”

I turned over eyeing Namjoon rolling my eyes at his presence.

“That’s who i’m sitting with, get lost.”

“Well then where am I supposed to sit?”

“You can sit with the damn trashcan for all I care.”

I began walking before i turned and saw a saddened look in his eyes making me sigh. Curse MY good ways. He truly did look hopeless it was his first day after all he didn’t know anyone and was most likely nervous to the brim. I rarely had a consonance and at times i hated it. These were one of those times.

“Fine you can sit with me and my friends. Just don’t be yourself you’ll annoy the shit out of them.”

“Oh you actually do care. They certainly look more pleasing and kind then you. How did you end up with friends like that?”

Namjoon proceeded to wave at them and follow to table they were seated at, this was sure enough going to be an enchanting experience.

“So yeah, basically he is my dog he follows me everywhere.”

I had just got done explaining to Jimin and Taehyung that i had to look after Namjoon as he was our new student and in dire need of guidance. Luckily i had been the best person chosen for the job.

“Believe me i have no choice to, the teacher practically forced me to stick by her side. She thinks i’m some helpless child that needs a spoiled self centered 10 year old to look after me.”

I clapped my hands at his observation of my self centered ways. Sure i did think i was pretty but not to the point of where i would literally make out with myself in the mirror. Nothing was wrong with a bit self love but as of right now i hated myself for bringing him over to this lunch table. The only seat available was next to Namjoon making everything even more delightful.

“Wow the teacher sure did a great choice picking you two together.”

Jimin said his statement rather sarcastic pointing out the obvious as me and Namjoon nodded

“I know were just best buddies.”

Namjoon said jokingly putting his arm around me making me scuff at his playful state. I removed his hand from me looking at him in disgust only making Jimin and Taehyung laugh.

“I can practically smell the sexual tension.”

Taehyung was never afraid to let anything flow from his lips. This being one of the reasons why i loved him so much but as of right now i hated that trait. I hated it so much that i was thinking about literally punching him in the face but settled on throwing a carrot at him instead.

Namjoon however laughed it off and took light in the situation by putting his arm back around my shoulder making me roll my eyes yet again. This time however i didn’t remove his hand as I dint see it as a nuisance unlike the rest of him.

Deep down i was scared that like his hand the rest of him would turn more bearable. 

Lunch time had finished fast as did the next classes following. The end of the day was already near us. Any other time i would be excited for this to occur but lucky for me our glorious math teacher decided that now would be the perfect time to tutor him. Couldn’t agree more.

Now here we were sitting across from each other. I was actually putting myself to good use as he was mindlessly glaring at me as if he was blaming me for the position he was in now. Believe me I don’t want to be here either but if i wanted to get an excellent grade in math this was the hard work that came with it.

“Are you going to continue glaring at me or actually make yourself useful?”

My statement was sure enough to knock him out of his trance. Still his hard gaze remained but none of the less he decided to open a book. The silence grew more making it peaceful as we gathered information before he decided to open his mouth.

“How is working in complete silence even going to help me? I could be out explore what this place has to offer me rather than doing this.”

“firstly, The purpose of working in silence first is to get the information we need then we group together and discuss the lesson. Now second, Just because you are the new student doesn’t make you fucking special. You are like ever useless body rooming around this anxiety riddled school. Stop idolizing yourself.”

I had been so feed up of his behavior that i had snapped. Not even twenty-four hours together and I was on the brink of stabbing him with a sharp fork. He always talking about how i was self centered while he was. Always thinking that hes special and was meant for far more. Congratulations your just likes every useless soul to room earth.

“Ah thank you for speaking your useless mind. It really brings me joy to see you so irritated by my simple breath.”

I shook my head by his comment decided not to give him the courage by responding. I continued reading not minding him before he viciously decided to speak yet again. Seriously could this guy even shut his mouth for more than a minute.

“Well, we certainly could do something more enchanting more the this. We could tame the sexual tension Tae was talking about.”

Sure his statement had caught me off guard but the usage of the name Tae was enough to make me look up from my book. Namjoon didn’t deserve to call Taehyung by the name of Tae, only me and Jimin did as we were close friends. What gave Namjoon the right to use the name to his advantage.

“You really need to learn to be quiet cause bullshit keeps flying from your mouth and its distracting.”

“So your calling me distracting? Is it because of my irresistible charm.”

I looked at him in disgust as he looked at me with an innocent smile displaying his face.

“More like your irritating irrational behavior.”

I brought my attention back to my book becoming irritated by his nonsense. I hated the way his dimples popped out when he smiled making the situation unbearable for my eyes well being. I would just give anything to have this session to end at any given moment.

My attention was disrupted as I heard the chair next to me squeak signaling someone was bringing the chair out from under the table before that sat in the seat. I looked up to see that Namjoon changed his previous stance which was sitting in front of me where he was now sitting beside me. Oh this session just continues to grow in excitement. Literally wanted to stab him with a fork.

“Why don’t we just demolish this sexual tension before it grows in proximity.”

Namjoon was displaying a whole new persona. One that was oddly satisfying but also disturbing to say the least. No matter what he did I always found it disturbing and repulsive, this act he was doing counted as one of those feelings. Sure the sexual tension was slightly there but there was no need to actually partake in it. Namjoon was like every horny boy in the world and I would not fulfill his needs, well at least not this soon.

Namjoon proceed to put his hand on my thigh in attempt to make me weak under his touch which was failing. I didn’t know why he had been such an overly sexually teenager so suddenly but it was surely becoming more annoying then he already was.

“I suggest you move your hand before I chop it off. I’m sure you wanna keep the hand that you jack off with.”

“I wont anymore once it takes your place.”

My eyes widened as I finally looked up at him. I was surprised by his comment that sent some sort of shock in my body. I began to blush from his comment not use to this sort of open sexual affection. Normally a guy never really said anything along those lines we would be to busy getting down to business. It was just strange to hear those words come out his mouth and i hope he secretly didn’t mean them. Or did I?

“Relax i’m fucking with you. Its pay back for making me attend this stupid tutor shit, I seriously have to go somewhere.”

Namjoon began to fall into a fit of giggles as i just stared at him as if he was crazy. Which i was convinced he certainly was. He had managed to play with my emotions making me think something completely different from what he intended. It definitely fucked with my mind either if I thought about it or not. Now as Namjoon begins to stand up and leave i begin to find my voice again.

“What do you possibly have better going on? No one even knows who you are.”

“Actually Minnie and Tae know me plenty enough. Enough to hang out with me without your presence. Funny how your then best friends find me more likable then you. Crazy I know.”

I didn’t believe a word he said. They wouldn’t do such a thing to me right? I had known Jimin since the begin of freshman and I had knew Taehyung to the end of it.  Now that we were in sophomore year I would have thought that we would be good enough friends to stick by each others sides. Maybe this was another one of his ways to mess with me. It was safe to say I hated Namjoon.

“I hate you.”

“I love when you profess your undying love for me.”

With that he exited the library in search for Jimin and Tae. I hated him more than anything. I hated how he acts like hes special. Most of all I hated how he walks into this school stealing things of mine. My friends being the main priority. I hated how he smiled with his dimples and they acted as if they were the peace holder for the earth. I hated everything about him. I just hoped that Jimin and Tae could see him for the slum he truly was. They couldn’t just leave me in the cold. Best friends don’t do that.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a solid month. A month of a fiery hell spent on earth. Namjoon managed to completely disrupt the chaos inside of making it only grow in proximity. In the limited time that hes only been here he has managed to change my whole being into something I never imagined myself becoming. The popular party animal likable girl I once was faded into a depressed filled self-conscious girl afraid of the worlds problems.

I hated him because of this. He stole everything I had managed to wear it better than me. He turned my life into a living hell and he thought nothing of it. He still pushed me around thinking it was mindless joking only breaking me down but the fiery only raised in heat. I couldn’t do anything about it only just sit and watch it happen, but as of tonight I felt as if it would be different.

I had been stuck at my job working as a cashier at the local small convenient store. It was badly deserted only the occasional passer by. I had been mindlessly chipping at my nails not paying attention to the surrounding before a light tap on the counter brought my attention to the suffer.

“Hello Mrs. we were wondering if you could do the honor of checking out our items.”

I had wished I wasn’t working tonight as I was faced with Taehyung Jimin and the infamous Namjoon, or as people call him around school Rap Mon. I felt my mood turn to a more annoyed one when I was graced by his presence. This same emotion began to take a tole on Taehyung and Jimin. I truly did love the both of them but as they got together with Namjoon they became different people. People I never thought they would become.

“Sure.”

I began scanning the items and bagging them before i grabbed a hold of the beer.

“I’m going to need to see your IDs please.”

“Come on, don’t be like this babe.”

I held the same stone cold bored look not bothered by his small nickname for me. It was just another way to try and play with my emotions. Something he had thought he had been good at.

“Don’t be like what? I’m not going to lose my job over your arrogant ass.”

“Oh don’t you just love me.”

“I hate your fucking guts. I will literally hit you with a shovel.”

“I love when you profess my undying love for me.”

I rolled my eyes pushing the alcohol away telling them to put it back.

“Come on Y/N you use to be fun to hang out with. Not this buzz kill.”

The comment had came from Taehyung surprising me that he even intervened. He never said anything remotely negative to me. He was a relatively sweet and caring guy always getting along with everyone and never thought of hurting anyone. Either it be emotional or physically.

“Come on guys, please don’t act this way to Y/N. She doesn’t deserve it.”

Jimin smiled slightly and attempted to make slight eye contact with me. Jimin had always tried to back me up but I could tell he didn’t want to pick sides and I didn’t want to put him in an awkward position.

“Your right she doesn’t deserve it. Some people just simply change and they don’t know it.”

Taehyung finished his comment picking up the unpaid alcohol while Namjoon picked up the remaining items.

“Your right some people do change.”

I said those final words as if i was spitting venom from my mouth. The words seemed to affect Taehyung as well as his face softened as if asking if it was true. He knew it was which saddened me. He loved being liked by many people that he didn’t realize that he was destroying his other friendships.

“You guys can go, i’ll met you in the car.”

Jimin shewed the others off. Taehyung payed me one last look before following after Namjoon like a sad puppy.

“I’m sorry, they probably don’t mean it.”

“Yeah probably.”

I raised my eyebrows sarcastically. Jimin noticed my gesture as his hands reached out for mine making me look back up at him meeting his saddened eyes.

“Listen I know Tae has been acting stupid lately but trust me he misses you.”

“Sure has a damn funny way of showing it.”

“Well I know I miss you for sure. I really do Y/N, I miss talking to you. I forget what its like to actually have a conversation with someone who doesn’t judge me.”

Me and Jimin had knew each other before we even met Taehyung, meaning we had a more strong welled bond. I never judge him and he never judge me as we didn’t find the need to. I remember one night Jimin had came out to me being gay after being so scared of accepting it, so he told me. He told me because he knew I wouldn’t judge him and his sexuality. Sure Taehyung was the same as me but as of now he wasn’t.

“What do they say about you. Minnie i swear i will shove my fist up there asses if they ever make you feel uncomfortable.”

Jimin laughed slightly before looking back up at me with a warm smile. I was confused to say the least by his gesture.

“I’m sorry its just. I haven’t heard you call me Minnie in a while and i just miss it.”

I smiled warmly at him before leaving the counter to go hug him lovingly. He really wasn’t like them. He never aimed to hurt anyone even if he did he didn’t purposely mean to do so.

“Now what have they said too you?”

“Nothing to extreme. They say Jimine pabo, so nothing to bad.”

I hadn’t known what he said since I didn’t speak a lick of Korean. I still knew it couldn’t be a good thing judging by his body language.  I just wish there was something i could do to make him feel at least an ounce better.

“You know what, you should come to the party with us. Before you say no just please think about it. I miss you a lot and maybe your presence will set Tae back into his actual self.”

God of course this was the only way to make him feel better. I really hated having a good soul sometimes.

“Uh, fuck it sure.”

Jimin busted into excitement as he hugged me tightly uttering many amounts of thank yous. I smiled at him feeling a small amount of happiness but that quickly diminished as soon as the car ride began. I would have given anything to just be back at the lonesome convenient store rather than suffer from the tension. Instead i tried to focus on the street lights. I counted each as we drove past them. Each number was soon represented the amount of times I wanted to punch Jimin for making me attend this gathering.

I loved Jimin but damn I hated him as of right now.

We had been at the party for nearly two hours and surprisingly I had been having a good time. Int he last two hours i managed to play a game of beer pong and having conversation with people slowly but surely hoping to earn my title back. I had almost forgotten how trilling it was to party and not have a care in the world. Of course that had to end soon.

“Don’t you look absolutely ravishing tonight.”

I turned and was greeted by Namjoon. I examined my outfit realizing that I had still been wearing my work outfit. I was far to drunk to actually care about my presence or the fact that he was trying to pick on me.

“Thank you for finally acknowledging my fashion. It really warms my heart so.”

“I’ve also noticed how you have been checking me out all night.”

I definitely wasn’t to drunk to actually admit to something like this. Sure I had glanced at him once or twice but it was nothing major.

“Denial is a real thing Namjoon and you need to accept that. Its okay I get it your real fucking oblivious to things but you need to accept that I will never like you.”

“See Y/N you are right denial is a sad sickness. One that you in fact need to get over and just accept that I am not the bad guy.”

Namjoon held a drink in his right hand as his other skittered around my waist bringing us closer. Any other time I would push him away but with the alcohol lurking through my system it made things more bearable.

“Oh but you are. Your the big bad wolf gobbling everything in your way.”

“You sure aren’t a peach either. Your the evil witch who thinks she’s the prettiest of them all but can’t even complete with half of the people put in the world.”

I put my hand on my heart faking as if I was hurt. It did sting slightly but I didn’t let it effect me enough. Namjoon soon put down his drink to put both hands around my waist making use grow even closer than before.

“I can’t stand when you touch me.”

“Ah I make you that weak? Maybe you should take a seat.”

Namjoon picked me up and placed me on the kitchen counter as he got in between my legs. He flashed me his giddy smile with his dimples on display. This caused me to giggle slightly from the sight, I couldn’t control my emotions around him.

“Ah she does laugh and smile.”

Namjoon proceeded to ruffle my hair only making me laugh more. I hated it. It was the alcohol that showed my true feeling and emotions. I just didn’t want him to see it.

“Yeah your pretty cool when you aren’t a jackass.”

Namjoon’s eyes softened as he aimed to grab my hand. I wrinkled my eyebrows confused by the sudden behavior.

“Hey listen there’s something I wanna talk to you ab-”

Namjoon was cut off by the loud abundant blonde bimbo who latched herself onto him. Namjoon was fairly popular with the ladies obviously meaning that he should be ready at every moment. As of now he wasn’t but none of the less he held on tight to the girl as she spoke drunkenly to him.

I hopped off the the counter not wanted to see what mostly likely would occur next. Namjoon rolled his eyes to the situation but still enjoyed as the girl shoved her tongue down his throat.

Jimin soon appeared from the crowd and took notice of my mood. Jimin grabbed onto my hand dragging me into the living room where other teenage bodies were. Jimin called out for a seemingly fun game of spin the bottle making everyone cheer and me groan as he turned and smirked at me.

When did high school parties start becoming so cliche.

We had all managed to squeeze into a small circle with a empty beer bottle lying in the middle. Namjoon had been sitting in front of me eyeing me every time someone spun the bottle in hopes they wouldn’t land on me. I don’t know why he seemed to worry so much but as my turn approached he had straightened himself out eyeing the bottle with all his might. Secretly I had been doing the same thing, eyeing every time someone spun the bottle hoping it wouldn’t land on him. Of course it did the majority of the times making my stomach churn.

I eyed the bottle as did other before it landed on Namjoon. Oh luck was truly on my side as of now.

I moved closer to Namjoon wanting the deed to be over with already. As i was face to face with him he moved his mouth to my ear.

“I would rather die than kiss you.”

“You really think I wanted this to happened jackass.”

“I don’t know what goes on in your arrogant ass mind.”

“Shut up and just kiss me semi good so this can be over with.”

“Whats in it for me, so you can get yourself off later”

“I’ll stop bothering you.”

Namjoon looked at me with some sort of sympathy or sort of sadness, as if he didn’t want it to happen. I must have been tricking myself due to alcohol lurking through but I was still eager to kiss him. I wasted no time to bring our lips together creating a lovely collision between the both of us. As much as i hated to admit it but he was a good kisser. Soon enough our tongues began to mix together not minding anyone else who was around us well before one of Namjoon’s sluts pulled us apart.

“Namjoon, what the hell. You are only allowed to kiss me like that.”

I rolled my eyes at her behavior. It was really sad how desperate she was being specifically to someone like Namjoon. Sure he was attractive and had his own little witty comments that managed to make any female swoon but besides that he was repulsive. After the kiss I was only focused on his attractive witty side rather than the repulsive one. I was way to sober for this.

“Well, I need a drink.”

I proceeded to get up from my previous position moving myself outside attempting to bring myself back to my regular mindset. Maybe some fresh air was the solution to this but as soon as Namjoon opened his mouth i was brought right back to the previous mindset.

“Did you just come outside to just have an excuse to not talk about what just happened?”

“N- actually why is that any of your fucking business. Listen i’m real fucking stressed out. I just possibly lost my best friend, i’m losing my shit and cant keep myself together because of you.”

“Because of me? What possibly could i do to somehow impact your life so fucking greatly i didn’t do anything terrible to you.”

I looked at Namjoon baffled as he stood there obvious as ever. A common expression playing on his face.

“Holy fucking shit how oblivious can you be. You turned my life into a living hell. First you stole my friends from me and gained this insane amount of popularity and became this big party animal. Everything i use to be. I couldn’t give a shit about the popularity and the parties but you stole my fucking friends. That’s why i hate your guts and there must be some hidden reason on why you hate mine.”

Namjoon examined my angered state looking at me as if i had two heads. This only filed my anger. I shouted at him asking what was his problem before he shook his head in disbelief.

“You really are oblivious.”

I shook my head in irritation.

“Enlighten me.”

“You drove them away. You began becoming so closed off because you weren’t the center of attention anymore that you stopped hanging out with us. Why cant you just fucking learn that the world doesn’t revolve around you.”

As Namjoon finished his sentence I began taking notice in what he said. Was the whole stealing my best friends thing just some sort of illusion I made up in my mind. It couldn’t have been, they just stopped hanging out with me. It wasn’t my fault but either way Taehyung was right. People certainly do change.

“So that’s the reason why you hate me so much?”

Namjoon ran his hand through his hair letting out a dry laugh before eyeing me.

“I don’t hate you idiot. I cant fucking stand you and the shit you put me through but I don’t hate you. I fucking like you and if you didn’t have your head so fair shoved up your ass you would realize that. I’ve liked you ever since you shared your honest opinion with me. You weren’t fake like all the other girl, you were up front and blunt. I like that about you yet i cant stand it.”

I looked at him with all the amount of shock riddled in my body. He stood there hopeless asking me to say something. I couldn’t muster any words. He couldn’t like me. he was supposed to hate me just as much as i hated him. With this new found information it really opened up my outlook on him. My mindset began to open but I closed it right back up afraid of what lurks inside.

“How are you going to like somebody when you ruined there whole being. Please tell me that Namjoon?”

“I can pick up all the broken pieces and make them new again. Please i don’t know what i did to cause it be i promise i can make it better,”

Namjoon reached out to hold my hand as i jerked away trying to gain distance from him as he only grew closer trying to smooth me away. It wasn’t going to work, I was on the berate of beginning to hate myself more than I hated him. The truth was I never really even hated him, it was just a persona I played that I even lead myself to believe. I admired him and his careless attitude I just hated that I wasn’t in the picture.

“Hey Y/N, you ready to go?”

I turned and say a sad Jimin with his hands in his pocket. I looked at Namjoon and back at Jimin nodding my head. I made my way to Jimin ignoring Namjoon’s pleads and cries. He didn’t like me and he never would. I had drowned my feelings for him why couldn’t he do the same? I had managed to barry my feelings for him before they grew to strong knowing they would become a problem, but as I walked away and was getting in the car with Jimin i could feel those feelings start to surface again. Fuck did i hate the feeling.

Kim Namjoon was one of the 7.5 billion people in the world but he was the only person who managed to make me feel like one whole person while all the others were simple passerby’s. And I was willing to let what I had go.

A month turned into two leading to five. Five months of no communications to Namjoon or Taehyung as i was to afraid to face my unidentified feelings. It wasn’t Taehyung i was confused with but rather Namjoon. I knew what feelings held for him i just didn’t want to except them and open them out for the world to see them freely. I truly did like him but those feelings were remained to stay closed off. For now i had Jimin and he was there to capture my feelings helping me understand them better but still hadn’t chose to open them out for others to see. Jimin had seen me mop around the house over all the unexplained feelings before he came up with a conclusion.

As of now me and Namjoon had been up in my room attempting to study together. Jimin had told me that he needed help with literature homework only to drop off Namjoon at my front door. We were both confused to say the least but since we had nothing better to do we were stuck to study together was definite better than the different options we had which was to talk. I realized this study session would be cut short and would switch to the alternate vision as Namjoon slammed the book and turned to me. Could this guy ever shut his mouth?

“Listen i’m sorry if i ever did anything to make you uncomfortable, but will you please tell me what i did for you not to talk to me for five months?.”

“You know what i’ve realized about you? Girls flock to you just because your a foreign exchange student and your new but your just like ever useless american boy in america. You don’t care about anyone’s feelings.”

“And you think your so fucking perfect? Your so fucking stubborn its driving me to the brink of insanity. It fucking kills me how someone so beautiful can be so ugly inside.”

“No one told you to like me jackass.”

“At least i’m not a pussy and i’m not afraid to actually accept my feelings.”

It struck a nerve inside me by how well he could read me and my emotions. By now he seemed as if he knew more about my emotions and feelings more than me. I hated how well he knew me and i hated how much i was drawn into him because of that and the other uncountable reasons. He was right i was suborn to not accept all this but i wouldn’t tell him so.

“My feelings hate you.”

“Oh how i love when you profess your undying love for me.”

“I hate when you say that.”

“I know you secretly love it, your just to stubborn to actually realize it.”

“What will it take for you to shut your mouth for one damn second?”

“Talk about your feelings and emotions you have, and don’t run away from them. That doesn’t sound so hard now does it?”

Namjoon looked at me and smirked down at my angered persona. He knew i wasn’t capable of doing so but he wanted to see how far i would go. I wouldn’t go to far since I couldn’t even accept my own feelings leaving me only one way to actually show my emotions.

I quickly brought my lips to Namjoon’s enjoying the feeling of feeling his lips back on mine after five months. He truly did have the softest lips one might ever have felt.The kiss soon became aggressive as he pulled me onto his lap wanting to feel more of me. Our tongues began to mix together in aggression from trying to fulfill the last five months. All this tension had manged to build up to finally crash down.

Namjoon began to grow more aggressive as he squeezed my ass earning a slight moan to slip from my mouth. Namjoon eyed me with lustful eyes as that small moan escaped my mouth. Namjoon had identified my eager state as he placed me on the desk getting in between my legs. Namjoon proceeded to grind himself into my heat and kiss my neck hungrily. Namjoon then dipped his hand into my heat as I let out a tiny moan from the new fond friction.

“Your terribly wet for someone you seem to hate. Sure you still cant stand my guts?” “More than anyone else i’ve ever encountered.”

Namjoon took this comment as a challenge as he slide down my pants eyeing my soaked underwear. I felt slightly vulnerable as he eyed my clothed sex but lost all state of mind as he took them off and proceeded to kitten lick my women hood. Namjoon was eager but not to eager to not pleasure me enough, which he was doing a great job as he focused most of his attention on my clit while teased my entrance. This enough was make me squirm.

“Ah fuck Namjoon. I cant.”

Namjoon looked up at me before curling his fingers hitting my G-spot in hopes of making me come to the edge. I was already close as my walls clenched around his fingers. Namjoon continued on circling his tongue around my clit pushing me to the edge as i let out one final moan. Namjoon continued to slurp up my juiced before coming back up to my level.

“You still hate me after i made you cum better than all the guys who fucked you before?”

“Still cant stand your guts.”

Namjoon’s eyes darkened even more than before making me slightly weaken under his touch. He proceed to carry me to the bed as he grabbed a condom from his wallet while I laid underneath him awaiting.

“You really keep condoms in your wallet?”

“Well you’ll never know when your enemy secretly has been wanting to fuck you this whole time.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t wait for him to enter me and give me what i gratefully desired. Namjoon had finished rolling on the condom as he asked permission to which i nodded eagerly. I felt Namjoon’s cock wrap around my walls sending me into over drive. I had kept my mouth afraid to show him how much i was enjoying this. Namjoon proceeded to speed up eyeing my state smirking as beads of sweat rolled down his face as he reached unbelievable speeds.

“Are you to afraid to admit how good my cock feels wrapped around that tight pussy of yours?”

I whimpered slightly from his comment only pushing me to the edge. Namjoon grabbed onto one of my legs putting in over his shoulder hitting a new position. The new found position sent me into a new form of nirvana making me let out a moan that i couldn’t hold back.

“Ah fuck Namjoon, fuck right there.”

Namjoon smirked at my sudden vocal commotion only driving him more. Namjoon soon displayed a few moans of his own as he speed up. Namjoon was certainly doing unspeakable things to me not only in bed but also with my emotions that i could no longer keep under control. They were sure to spill out soon. As of now i couldn’t focus to long on it as my second orgasm was approaching.

“Can you go any fucking faster?”

“If go any harder our not gonna want me to stop.”

Namjoon put his words to action as he held into my leg pounding into me as i let out an uncontrolled moan that i didn’t expect. I loved making a rise out of him, it always gave me what i wanted and he never disappointing. Namjoon was giving me countless amount of reasons for him to be worthy  and it took to this point of sexual tension for me to finally realize it.

I had let out one final moan as i came undone as Namjoon soon followed behind as our moans mixed together in a form of bliss. Namjoon got off from atop of me to throw the condom away in the bedside trashcan. After the mind blowing sex we hadn’t really expected we laid there in silence looking up at the ceiling.

“I’m, uh sorry if i was to rough.”

I nodded not really knowing how to respond. Namjoon turned his body using his elbow to prop himself up eyeing me.

“Do you really hate me this much? I had thought at least after all this you would show some sort of affection.”

I let out a soft sigh feeling nervous that the conversation was approaching. I hated talking about my feelings especially when it came to him, but there was no running away now. I turned my body facing him seeing his eyes soften before switching back to a poker face as we eyed each other.

“I-I don’t hate you. I never did its just uh i don’t know I just have a hard time showing my feelings. I don’t hat you i guess i like you. It was just this persona i put up. I acted like i hated you but in reality i really admire you.”

I closed my eyes as i stated what i felt before opening them back up greeted by a smiley dimpled faced Namjoon. He displayed a happy state as mine copied his seeing that he wasn’t weirded out by what i said making my mood lighten. Namjoon pulled me into a hug making me laugh lightly feeling actually okay with my feelings for once.

“You know Taehyung misses you, a lot.”

I had stiffened at his name feeling my emotions contract again and so could Namjoon.

“Yeah im sure he does.”

“No im serious, sure he doesn’t say anything but i can just see it in his eyes. Almost as if somethings missing but he cant seem to figure out what or rather who it is.”

I opened my mouth to say something before Namjoon’s phone rung. Namjoon took one arm away from my bare body to examined his phone. Namjoon had typed away before looking back at me with a guilty smile making me look at him confused.

“What did you do?”

“I may have just invited you to hang out with me Taehyung and Jimin. So this should be fun.”

I sighed at Namjoon and his attempt to fix my relationship with Taehyung. Me and Namjoon hadn’t even been on good terms for a couple of hours and he was already disrupting the chaos in my life. Seems like something he does quite often.

I thought i would have been prepared for this but i certainly was not. I had been face to face to Taehyung as Jimin and Namjoon were awkwardly in the background awaiting for the next few moves. Taehyung moved slowly to me before he full on engulfed me in a heart warming hug. His hands gripped around my waist as mine gripped his neck while my nose was in the crock of is neck taking in his scent.

“Oh my god ive missed you so much. Im sorry that ive been such a mean person i truly didnt mean it i just- Ah i dont know. I dont deserve you or your forgiveness but i just cant live without one of my best friends.”

“I missed you too Tae.”

I laughed slightly as he hugged me tighter at the nickname. The hug didnt last long before Namjoon pulled us apart and eyed Tae with a glare.

“Alright thats enough now get our hands off of my girl.”

I smiled softly as Namjoon came behind me and put his arms around my waist bringing us closer in proximity. Tae looked at us with a smirk and pointing between us.

“I see you both settled the sexual tension.”

“Oh you dont even know the half of it.”

Jimin grabbed Tae and walked out my door as they went on to talk about mine and Namjoon’s new found relationship. We followed soon after them hand in hand engaging in small conversation before we got in Jimin’s car.

This time the rid was filled with obnoxious laughs long lived conversation unlike the awkward tension it once was filled with. Namjoon still had his arm around me as we sat in the back seat occasionally stealing a small kiss from me informing me everything was going to be okay.

Namjoon managed to destroy my world but then pick up the broken pieces making them new again.Out of the 7.5 billion people apart of our world i was the only person who was feeling such an extraordinary feeling. It surely wasn’t love as it was to soon but it was a sign of reassurance that Namjoon and i would be okay rather it be boyfriend and girlfriend or strictly friendship. I knew we wouldn’t go on bad terms. These 7.5 billion people roamed our earth, but as of now i only focused one the four of us. The four people who made my world rotate and the one person who made me feel as if i was the only person on planet earth.

Namjoon was the one person i hated the most out of all of these people but somehow he managed to be the one person i cared about most. I had finally accepted my emotions and fate, finally being able to accept it as he sat lovingly by my side.

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Tierra: Peter Parker

requested: nope! i just love peter parker with all my heart

pairing: Peter Parker x hero!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: lil bit of fluff, lots of injuries, and cacw spoilers

summary: You and Peter meet right before flying off to Germany, and neither of you expect the bond that grows between you.

a/n: clearly i got a little carried away. i saw a lot of stuff about like Stark’s daughter!reader and i decided to take my own spin on it, in a way. I hope you enjoy!

Peter thought it was just an ordinary weekday.

As Peter walked up to his apartment, earbuds in, he didn’t think his life would be any different. Sure, he was bitten by a spider a few months ago and gained some crazy abilities out of it, but his life hadn’t changed much aside from his occasional outings as Spider-Man.

He never expected to see Tony Stark sitting on his couch, speaking with his Aunt.

“Oh, Mr. Parker,” He smiled, clearly dominating Peter in the conversation. Aunt May stared at Peter with a look of excitement and confusion, begging for Peter to explain.

“Wha-What are you doing- Hi, I’m Peter,” Peter stumbled, suddenly starstruck by the billionaire sitting in his living room.

It took Peter a second to get over Tony Stark and look to his right, noticing you quietly sitting in the corner. He was fascinated by how still and quiet you were, almost like a robot programmed to only speak when spoken to.

“This is my assistant,” Tony spoke, “(Y/N Y/L/N).”

“Nice- Nice to meet you,” Peter replied, flustered. You responded with a quick wave and a smile, keeping everything simple. You watched as Peter struggled to take his eyes off you, finding it hard to focus on the matter at hand.

“Can I speak to him for five minutes?” Tony asked, looking to Aunt May for approval. She nodded, watching as Peter led Tony Stark into his bedroom and closed the door, leaving you alone on the couch with this woman you’ve never met.

“So,” Aunt May spoke, grabbing her tea before continuing, “How did you start working for Mr. Stark?”

“The same grant, actually,” You smiled, thinking back to your beginnings, “I worked as one of his interns before he promoted me.”

At least, that’s what you told people.

In reality, it wasn’t Tony who had found you. You had been sleeping on the streets of New York City after being kicked out of your parents’ house for being what they called a “freak of nature,” using your abilities to protect yourself and find food. After a few months of fighting your way through life, you were approached by a man who explained that he had been keeping an eye on you and wanted to take you in. You soon learned that he was none other than Nick Fury, and eventually he passed you on to Tony Stark. Over the years you trained with various members of the Avengers, soon learning to control your abilities enough to fight with them. They had become your family, and frankly, Tony was like a father to you.

“Aren’t you a little young to be working full time as his assistant?” Aunt May asked.

You shook your head. “Mr. Stark pays for my private tutor.”

May nodded, clearly shocked by the opportunities. You could tell what was on her mind - Could Peter be in her place in a few years?

“You got a passport?” Tony asked, likely proposing the idea of taking Peter to Germany. You had been lukewarm on the idea, but you knew that Tony needed the most support he could gather in order to complete his task of bringing in Rogers and Barnes.

“Do you like working for Mr. Stark?” May asked, clearly uncomfortable with the silence. For you, it was comforting.

“He’s like family to me,” You replied, “I don’t know where I would be if he didn’t find me.”

You left for Germany later that week. Tony had planned for a private jet to take you all there, including Happy Hogan, who would be looking after Peter. You could tell that, although Peter was the same age as you, he was extremely immature for someone who was going to be hunting down some of the most dangerous human beings on the planet. Although his constant set of questions and filming were annoying, you secretly found him charming and adorable.

“What’s your secret identity?” Peter asked, sitting across from you on the plane. He had finally put the camera down, ready to have face to face conversations. He leaned forward, clearly excited to hear your answer. The entire world of heroes was new to him, clearly.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret,” You replied, leaning back and closing your eyes. Truthfully, you hadn’t been fighting crime with a secret identity for too long, so the idea of naming yourself something like “Iron Man” or “Spider-Man” felt funny.

“Come on,” Peter complained, “We’re a team now!”

“You’re a temporary addition,” You reminded him, “This isn’t permanent yet.”

“Yet,” Peter smiled, “Come on, what am I supposed to call you when we’re talking on those ear pieces?”

“You’ll call me Tierra,” You replied, leaning back in your chair once again.

“Why do they call you that?” Peter asked.

“Because,” You replied, “I control living things.” You made eye contact with Peter before continuing. “It’s easier to control plants, but sometimes I can control people too.”

“That’s so cool,” Peter muttered, staring at you.

“Sometimes,” You sighed, “Sometimes it can get burdensome.”

“Please don’t go into your ‘responsibility’ speech,” Tony sighed, walking up to you and Peter, “We’ve heard it too many times before.”

You looked up at him, rolling your eyes. “I can give life, and I can take it away, all with my mind. That’s more than I signed up for.”

“Don’t blame me for your freaky alien abilities,” Tony spoke, “I only made your suit.”

When you finally arrived in Germany, you were escorted by Happy to your room.

“Hey, look, we’re all neighbors,” Peter smiled, looking at you and Happy.

“That doesn’t mean we’re friends,” Happy replied, “I’ll see you two in the morning.” Before you and Peter could enter your rooms, Happy was already hiding in his, away from the childish things you and Peter could get into. You looked at Peter, not really sure what to say, before opening the door to your suite and hiding as well.

After exploring all of the television channels, fighting with the wifi, and trying to get some homework done for when you get back to the United States, there was a knock on your door.

“Who is it?” You asked, walking up to the door. You knew better than to open it for anyone, or to try and look through the hole.

“It’s- It's me,” The familiar voice spoke, “P- Peter. Peter Parker. From the plane.”

You sighed, opening the door a crack. You were comfortable in pajamas and the complementary robe. “What?”

“I- I was wondering if you- y'know - wanted to watch a movie with me,” Peter asked, clearly nervous, “Or something.”

It had been a long time since you had hung out with someone your own age. Peter seemed like the perfect person to be friends with, especially if you didn't have to explain your secret identity and work at Stark Tower. You desperately wanted a friend, but you also didn’t want to grow attached to Peter in fear that he might not become a part of the team.

“A movie?” You asked, “What movie?”

“Have you seen Star Wars?” He asked. You studied him as he spoke, wearing checkered pajama pants and a nerdy tee, his heart racing in his chest and pounding in your hears.

“No,” You replied, shaking your head.

“You’ve never seen Star Wars?” Peter asked, practically jumping at the sound of your single word response. “Can- Can I show it to you?" He asked, “It’s - the first one’s on in my room.”

You looked back at your work, sighing before turning around to grab your room key. “If it’s boring, I’m leaving,” You warned, “I should be getting my work done, you know.”

Peter nodded frantically, leading you into his room with shaking hands and an excited look on his face. You two watched the movie, originally sitting several feet apart on the bed, but soon the distance between you began to close as you got to know each other. He learned all about your past on the streets, while you learned about his spider bite and mainstream high school life. You promised to visit him sometime, and begged that he would show you what a day in the life of a normal high schooler was like. He promised he would, and promised that he would introduce you to everything that high school had to offer.

You didn’t even realize when you and Peter were curled up under his covers, talking about your fears, hopes, and dreams. You felt like you had known him forever, with his cute excited laugh and rapidly moving lips when he talked about things he was passionate about. He radiated positivity and light, something that you felt your life was missing at times, bringing you into this moment of happiness and wonder.

“Peter,” Happy banged on the door, “Have you seen (Y/N)?”

Your eyes snapped open, the sound of Happy’s concerned voice bringing you out of your fantasy of the night before and into the reality of today. Peter was still sound asleep, his arms wrapped around you comfortingly, meaning you had to do something you weren’t excited about to save yourself. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his life and energy. You began to feel his emotions, his entire being, distracting you from the task at hand.

Suddenly, Peter sat up, practically jumping back. “What did you just do?” He asked, feeling his back.

“I manipulated your hormone levels to wake you up,” You hissed, “Happy’s at the door wondering where I am. Tell him I went downstairs for coffee.”

“Fine,” Peter replied, walking up to the door while you hid in the bathroom. You listened closely, hearing as Peter used your alibi to get Happy to go back to his room. When you were free to head back to your own room, you looked at Peter, ready to leave him with a final message.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” You whispered, “We hung out, watched Star Wars, and then I headed back to my room.”

“We didn’t do anything, though,” Peter replied, a confused look on his face.

“Doesn’t matter. We’re 15. People begin to suspect things, okay? We can’t have that.” As much as you wanted people’s suspicions to be true, you knew that waking up in Peter’s arms this morning wasn’t something that would ever happen again. It was impossible.

“Underoos!” Tony called, watching as Peter swung his way into the center of everyone’s attention, webbing Steve Rogers’ hands together while taking his shield. You smiled, watching as your Spider-friend shocked everyone with his quickness and entrance.

“Hey everybody,” He spoke, entering the conversation. Nobody knew who he was until now, but this was a moment for his reputation to be created.

And then, the fight started. You originally helped Tony with Wanda and Clint, creating a barrier out of strong branches as cars began to fall down on you and Tony, the cement cracking as your sprouts grew quickly underneath. After surviving that stunt, you helped Peter combat Barnes and Wilson, watching him swing around while Wilson flew and you took on Barnes on the ground. Just as Barnes was about to gain the upper hand, Peter swung in, knocking him down to the lower floor and webbing them to the ground.

“Thanks,” You smiled, running towards the door. Unfortunately, Peter was taken out through a window, while you followed, launching yourself with the vines that grew up and around the side of the building.

Once you were back in the center of the action, you first took on Wanda, trying to tie her down with vines and branches, until she sent you flying back into one of the planes. You stood back up, watching as Peter was about to fall to the ground after his web was cut by Steve's shield, so you sent two vines out to catch him quickly.

“Thanks!” He called out, giving you a thumbs up before jumping back into action. You saved him again when the large metal loading dock fell on top of him, helping him stabilize it before he could crawl out from underneath. "Are you here to keep saving me?”

“Depends,” You replied, “Are you here to keep getting hurt?”

You ran off, trying to find someone else to help, when your attention was immediately taken by Wanda. You grabbed her, pushing her to the ground before she could cause any more damage. In protest, she tried to control the vines, but your control over living things was stronger than her control over inanimate objects.

You were then distracted by the sudden growth of Scott Lang, watching as he grew from the size of a bug to a giant.

That’s when Wanda pushed through your vines and sent you backwards in a large blast of energy, hitting the side of the building and falling, hitting the ground with a hard thud.

“Hey,” Peter spoke, his voice shaking with panic, “Hey, you- you ok? (Y/N)? Can you hear me?” His hands were around your face, trying to wake you from your sudden unconsciousness. When he saw that you were starting to come back, he removed his hands, wrapping them around one of yours for comfort.

“Peter?” You coughed, your chest aching from your fall.

“Hey,” He breathed, smiling as he pulled the mask up on his suit, “You’re okay.”

You coughed again and smiled. “That kinda hurt.”

Peter chuckled. “It was a little scary, I gotta admit.” He adjusted his position to sit by you, getting comfortable instead of getting back out to fight. “I was worried I wouldn’t be able to show you what high school’s like.”

You smiled, remembering your lengthy conversation from the night before. “After all this, you better show me your damn life," You smiled, closing your eyes as your head pounded. Your suit was detecting several injuries that you knew would take time to heal.

“You,” Tony spoke, flying down and landing next to Peter, “Stop playing hero boyfriend and get back out there.” Peter’s cheeks grew a bright shade of pink as he looked away, pulling down his mask before swinging back off into the action. “Hey, you doin' alright kid?”

“Fine,” You coughed, “I think I gotta tap out, though. I can tell I have a few broken ribs in here and I'm not exactly sure I’m up to fighting speed.”

“Can you at least protect yourself?” Tony asked. You nodded, creating a casing around yourself that was almost like a cocoon made out of tree branches. “Call me when this is over.”

The plane ride home was long. You had seen a doctor in Germany about your ribs, as well as the concussion you received and the dislocated shoulder. Once you were taken care of, you were able to head back to the hotel to pack up your things and prepare for the flight home the next day.

As you winced putting your clothes into your suitcase, you heard a soft knock on the door.

“It’s Peter,” the voice behind the door spoke, “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” You replied, “It’s open.” Peter quickly pushed open the door, walking slowly in behind it. He had a serious black eye, one that you knew would be difficult to explain to his Aunt May, and a smile that said everything.

I’m so glad you’re ok.

“That was quite the fall you took back there,” He spoke, “What’d the doctor say?”

“Three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a concussion that should keep me out of normal activities for several weeks.” You continued packing with one hand, since the other was carefully wrapped in a sling to prevent anything from happening to your shoulder.

“Can I help?" Peter asked, “With your stuff?”

“Sure,” You nodded, pointing to all your paperwork and textbooks on the table, “Do you mind putting all that in that backpack on the chair?” Peter nodded, following your directions carefully. You watched as he studied each paper, admiring your handwriting and note-taking while trying to put things away as neatly as possible.

“Thanks for saving me out there,” He spoke, “Otherwise we’d both be suffering from that concussion.” You smiled, watching as he zipped up your backpack. When he finished, he crossed the room to sit next to you on the bed, this time with minimal distance between you.

“You- y’know how last night, we kinda... well, fell- fell asleep together?” Peter asked nervously, avoiding eye contact as he spoke. He watched as you nodded, unsure of what words could be used. He took a deep breath before continuing. “I- I was thinking about that today, and while I was doing that, I was wondering if- if you- y'know- if you wanted to maybe hang out, or something, when we get back to New York. Maybe as a… a date?”

You felt your heart rate increase to his speed, pounding with excitement. “Yeah, that would be nice,” You smiled, “Maybe you can show me the rest of those Star Wars movies.” Inside, your heart screamed for more. You desperately wanted to find yourself in his arms like you had this morning, begging for a secret even bigger than cuddles.

“Great,” Peter smiled, looking down at his feet before looking at you. You could hear his heart flying at insane speeds, likely due to his success. “Can- Can I- Can I kiss you?”

You nodded slowly, preparing mentally for what was about to happen. You had never kissed anyone before, let alone anyone as beautiful as Peter, and you weren’t sure how you were supposed to think. He pressed his lips softly against yours, placing his hand on your cheek gently, while his other hand reached and grabbed one of yours. It was a moment like no other, your mind completely silent and free of the sounds of life all around you. For the first time, your mind was blank, and your body tingled with the wonder and excitement of another’s touch.

When he finally pulled away, you already wanted more from him. You stared into his eyes, sharing the hopefulness of the moment before he stood, a smile spreading across his face that he wouldn’t be able to wipe away.

“Wow,” He muttered, "Can we do that again sometime?”

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The Misadventures of Prince Kim - chapter 18

(aka the royalty AU story)

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Max sat alone in his room, trying to study, but his thoughts just kept going back to Kim. It didn’t help when someone knocked on his door – surely that could only be Kim, coming to see how he was doing? But he opened the door to see Alix there instead.

“Oh hello Alix, come in,” he said, stifling a yawn. Perhaps he really should have taken a nap after all. All this pointless pining was more tiring than it seemed.

Alix entered the room and immediately said, “Dude, I really need your help with something.”

Ah, it was finally happening. Surely she must have realized Kim liked her, and wanted his help with that. Of course. It was only a matter of time.

“Yes, certainly, what is it?”

She leaned on her sceptre, absent-mindedly flicking the lid open and closed. “I’m pretty bad at being a ruler. I have, like, no idea what I’m doing. I mean, yeah I know I’m bad at acting the part and doing all the pointless boring ceremonial stuff, but I don’t really care about that. What I want help with is the actual practical aspects of ruling a country, the stuff that will make a difference. You’re good at that, so uh… could you help me out? Please?”

“Yes, of course,” Max replied, taken aback. This was what she wanted help with? Well… he had underestimated her, alright.

“You look so surprised.”

Whoops. “I just… didn’t realize you…”

“Didn’t realize I cared so much? Well yeah, I try not to. But honestly, the pressure of ruling the most developed country in the world is starting to get to me. I know everyone expects a lot from me and I’ve pretty much already let my family down considering what I’m like, so I’m not doing the same for the rest of my country. They deserve a good leader.”

“I’m sure you haven’t let your family down!”

“Trust me, I have. Even fricking Jalil would have made a better pharaoh than me, everyone thinks it even if they don’t say it.”

Her tone and expression hadn’t changed, but her hand was gripping the sceptre so tightly it was going white. Clearly this was affecting her much more than she let on.

“I’ll help you be a good leader, don’t worry,” Max said. “But really, your powers are mostly ceremonial. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, the council can just make all the governing decisions for you if you feel you’re not good at it. I’m sure they’d do a good job, considering they’re democratically elected and all. They’ll do what’s best for the people.”

“I don’t want to have to rely on the council to run my country for me, thank you very much. I’ve seen how corrupt other countries can get seriously fast, despite seeming all modern and stable and whatever. I’d rather be properly informed about the direction my country is going in. I don’t want it going backwards just because a bunch of charismatic liars got voted into the council and the monarch did nothing to stop them messing stuff up. That happened once to Rossi, you know.”

Wait, she knew all that? He hadn’t even realized. He always thought she didn’t care about how to rule her country, preferring to just mess around and have fun all the time. Had that just been an act? Or was she simply growing up to be more responsible than she had been in the past?

“You’re right,” he said, “countries can advance or decline very rapidly depending on who’s in charge. I’m proud that you want to be a responsible leader.”

“Do you think my family would be proud too? At least if I tried? They would, wouldn’t they?”

“Of course they would! But even if they wouldn’t, that’s not the end of the world–”

“Yes it is!” She snapped the lid of her sceptre shut so hard it made a loud click. “You’ve always been a good child, really smart and good at everything and always trying hard, your family thinks you’re awesome and to be honest, so does mine, I bet my dad wishes you were his kid instead of me. But all my life I’ve just been really… I don’t know, immature! I want to at least do something to show them that I’m not just some failure, I have to prove myself to them…”

So that was what this was all about. Well, he had something to put her mind at ease.

“Alix, I have to tell you something. During my oracle session with Master Fu, the question I asked was whether the GDP of my kingdom will ever overtake yours while I’m alive. I expected it would, since I’ve got so many plans to boost the economy and that sort of thing, and I didn’t expect you would try that hard with it. But guess what? I was wrong! As long as I live, your country will be ahead of mine. Which means that you will do a good job, no matter what happens.”

Her face lit up. “Wait, are you serious? My country’s economy is going to stay better than yours? But like… you’re Max! You’re so good at that stuff!”

“I know I am. But obviously it seems you’ll be good at it too, at least enough to keep your country going forward for a long while.”

“Yes, nice! That’s so awesome! I mean since you said it’s within your lifetime there’s always the possibility that you’d just die like tomorrow or something but uh… I’ll assume you’re too sensible to suddenly accidentally die. And that I’m gonna rule my country awesomely until then.”

“That’s the spirit. I’ll admit I was a bit jealous when Fu told me. I was annoyed since I didn’t expect you cared or that you would work very hard, so I thought it was unfair, but clearly I’m wrong…”

“Nah it’s cool, I don’t work nearly as hard as I should. But I’ll definitely try harder from now on. So yeah, you’ll tutor me then? How to be an actual good ruler? Don’t worry if you’re busy with tutoring Kim or other kids in the class, it’s okay, but–”

“I’ll definitely tutor you, that’s fine! I enjoy tutoring, actually.”

Alix laughed. “Of course you would. You’re a nerd. Anyway, thanks. If you want in return I’ll see what I can do about getting those annoying trade quotas lifted so your country can make more tech yourselves. I know you hate having to buy it off us all the time.”

“Thank you very much indeed! I’m so glad our countries have such peaceful relations, you know.”

“Well duh.” She poked him in the arm. “We’re best friends, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but I don’t just mean that,” he said, poking her in return. “I mean historically we’ve been peaceful too. Unlike Lê Chiến and Agreste, which might cause trouble for Kim and Adrien one day.”

“But they’re friends, aren’t they? Surely they can sort out whatever rift exists?”

“It might be complicated. If one ascends the throne sooner than the other, leading to one side being friendly while the other is still hostile, it might… well, it might turn into a mess. And I’m not sure Kim would be up for dealing with something like that.”

“That’s why he’s got you,” Alix said, grinning. “You can just advise him through whatever happens, right? It’ll be fine.”

“You seem to have a lot of faith that I’ll be able to fix things.”

“Pfff, it won’t be you who fixes things, it’ll be Kim and Adrien. You can just help, since you and Kim are so close.”

Max felt those longing pangs in his chest again. Yes… he and Kim were so close. Just not exactly in the way he hoped.

That reminded him, shouldn’t he use this as an opportunity to be Kim’s wingman? Perhaps properly getting Kim together with someone else would stop Max yearning after him so much.

“Anyway Alix,” he said, “speaking of futures… have you noticed there’s someone in this class who likes you?”

“Well I should certainly hope there are people who like me, I’m not that scary, am I?”

“I meant in a romantic sense.”

“Oh yeah, but trust me, that girl has someone else she’s crushing on way more than me, even I can tell–”

“And I don’t mean Juleka. I mean someone else.”

“Oh.” Alix frowned, tapping her sceptre thoughtfully. “Are you sure? Because I seriously doubt it.”

“I’m sure.”

“Jeez, it’s not you, is it?”

“Of course not,” Max said, chuckling. “I swear I’ve already told you I’m not into girls, other than friends or occasionally adoptive sisters.”

“Yeah, exactly. Who is it then?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Oh, okay then, whatever. So anyway – I don’t know what days you’re free for tutoring, I’ve got football on Fridays but other than that I could probably squeeze it in any time…”

She seemed oddly unconcerned. Did she seriously not care that someone liked her? And knowing that was the case, how had she not figured out it was Kim? Practically everyone in the class knew at this point! Either she was just oblivious to a ridiculous extent, or she knew and was pretending not to. Max wasn’t sure which, but he hoped he would find out soon.

The spring dance did turn out to be fairly boring. Every guest who entered the room had to be formally announced by name and title, leading to a long queue outside the door. The music that played was slow and dreary, and the only dancers were couples who had actually been trained in how to perform all these courtly dances – there was no improvising allowed here. Everyone who spoke to each other was being as formal as possible, with curtseying and bowing and addressing people by their full titles, even though usually by this point in the year most of the students hardly ever bothered with such formalities.

Max had insisted on going to get drinks for his friends, leaving Kim and Alix alone before they could protest about it. Kim didn’t know what to do – he couldn’t make a move here, at this boring event, so what was even the point? He looked around, trying to think of something to talk about.

Juleka and Rose were over there, just coming off the dance floor where they had been waltzing together. Evidently both of them must have been taught how to dance at some point in their lives. Neither of them had let go of the other’s hand yet…

“Hey Alix,” Kim said, “just wondering, but is Juleka the chick who asked you out to the autumn ball ages ago?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” she replied. “I’m not spilling anyone’s secrets.”

“I bet it was her. Is it like… common for girls to be into other girls? Before I got to this school I didn’t even know it was a thing.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty common,” Alix said, shrugging. “Being a lesbian or bi or whatever, it’s fine. It’s normal. So is guys who like guys, for that matter. I don’t know why other kingdoms don’t talk about it so much. Probably confuses the heck out of the not-straight part of the population.”

“Yeah, it does,” Kim muttered. “I actually… uh… well, at the winter party I kissed Adrien and got pretty confused because I didn’t realize I liked him. I didn’t even realize it was possible. But yeah, I guess I’m into guys too.”

“Good for you.”

“What does that make me? Does it have a name?”

“Um, I guess it just means you’re bisexual? I don’t know, dude, do some research or something, I can’t say what you are for you.”

Bisexual. Huh. Maybe it would be a good idea to research that at some point. There had to be books in the library about it, right? Or maybe he could ask Max. Max would know everything.

“So, um…” Kim wasn’t sure if he should ask or not, but he was curious. “Are you like… into girls? Just out of interest?”

Alix hesitated long enough for Kim to notice.

“Well no, but…”

“But what?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

It certainly wasn’t nothing, that was for sure, but he didn’t ask anymore. Maybe she just didn’t know or something. Anyway, there was something else he wanted to know more. He walked over to Juleka and Rose.

“Hey Juleka, are you the one who asked out Alix ages ago?”

Juleka looked down, shuffling her feet nervously, mumbling something about it having been practise and that she didn’t really mean it.

“Oh, so are you and Rose sweethearts now?” he asked her, looking between them, since they were still holding hands. Juleka shrugged and mumbled something else, her face going as pink as Rose’s dress.

“Prince Kim,” Rose said, frowning, “you really shouldn’t put poor Juleka on the spot like that, especially not in public! You’re lucky I don’t mind either way, but what if I did? Not everyone is so accepting of things like this! Or what if it embarrasses poor Juleka? Or if she doesn’t want to talk about it? You really ought to think a little before you speak, young man!”

“Sorry,” Kim muttered, wanting to kick himself for being so reckless. He thought he had been getting that under control lately!

“Rose!” Juleka said suddenly, her face even pinker, taking Rose’s other hand into hers as well. “What do you mean by saying you don’t mind either way?”

“Oh, my sweet Juleka! I meant I don’t mind if you think of me as a friend or a sweetheart… I think you’re wonderful either way.”

“But Rose, what about your servant boy Ali from back in Lavillant?”

“I barely even know him! But I know you so well now, you’re my best friend after all!”

Juleka shut her eyes tightly and quickly said, “Princess Rose, will you be my sweetheart?”

“Of course I will! Juleka, you’re so cute, if we weren’t at a formal dance right now I would hug you so hard–”

“Oh Rose, you’re… you’re awesome…”

Grinning, Kim swaggered back over to where Alix was standing, watching with a somewhat amused expression on her face.

“I’m the best matchmaker ever,” Kim boasted. “I just got Juleka and Rose together.”

“It was only a matter of time, Kim,” Alix said, trying not to laugh.

“Oh come on, give me a little credit?”

“Nope, those two were literally on the verge of getting together already, even I noticed it, and I never notice stuff like that!”

Kim laughed, but then realized what that meant. If she never noticed stuff like that, well, she would never notice he liked her unless he made it obvious. But every time he considered it, Chloé’s rejection came to mind and… no. It was too nerve-wracking. Maybe he would do it some other day, just not today.