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everybodyshusband · 1 year

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you slipped into my askbox yesterday with horny thoughts and now I'm here but in need of fluff. dysphoria hit hard today, what would u say about some fluffy, maybe little hurt/lots of comfort raindrop/swissraindrop with transmasc dew drabble? pretty please, husband 👉👈

i'm sorry the dysphoria has been hitting you hard, my friend. i hope you're feeling a little better today <3

under the cut: some swissraindrop hurt/comfort for you, as requested <3

Dew sniffles and hugs his pillow closer to his chest in the darkness of his room. Everything just felt so wrong. He can’t even pinpoint one singular reason as to why he feels so awful—although in all honesty, it’s probably a combination of many, many things—so he can’t brainstorm a way out of his problem; all he can do is lie in his bed feeling sorry for himself, and try his best not to cry.

Before his head can let his thoughts spiral any further, a soft knock on the door jolts him out of his misery. “‘S open!” He calls out, voice cracking as he speaks for the first time all day. He feels his body sag with relief as Swiss’ easy grin appears around the doorframe.

The grin quickly slides off of his face, however, when the multi ghoul sees Dew lying curled in on himself. “Awh, baby… What’s goin’ on, Dewy?” Swiss pads quietly over to the bed, mattress dipping as he sits down.

Dew nearly sobs openly when Swiss places a gentle hand on the fire ghoul’s cheek, swiping at the tears gathering on his lashes. The gesture is sweet and tender, and it’s exactly what Dew needs. “Just feel like… shit,” he admits. “Dunno why though.” He sniffles, lifting one of his own hands up from where he had been squeezing the pillow and covering Swiss’ hand with his own. The multi ghoul’s skin is warm. Comforting. “Probably a lotta things…”

Swiss strokes his thumb over Dew’s cheek gently. The action grounds the fire ghoul more than he’d like to admit. “That’s fine too, doll. If you’re upset, then you’re upset, yeah? You don’t always have to know why.”

Dew nods, unable to find words to reply with, but still wanting Swiss to know he appreciates his reassurance.

They stay like that for a while; Swiss’ fingers dragging softly over Dew’s cheeks as he sits up on the mattress, the fire ghoul holding onto the pillow and Swiss’ fingers as if they’re lifelines while he lies under the covers, both ghouls breathing the other in.

Swiss breaks the silence first. “D’you want me to go get Rainy? I know they’re better at the comforting you stuff than I am.” There’s no jealousy in Swiss’ tone, not bitterness. Just plain, simple honesty.

Dew considers for a moment before nodding. He wants to be able to curl up against the water ghoul and soak in their cool, comforting temperature. …But he also doesn’t want Swiss to leave, and the way the multi ghoul phrased his suggestion made it sound like he’s planning on doing just that. Then again, he’s been comforted by Rain without Swiss by their side more times than he can count, and he’s been fine, so maybe it won’t matter if the multi ghoul leaves for a while. “D’you mind?”

“No, baby, not at all. I’ll go get ‘em. They’ll be here soon, ‘kay?” The second Swiss pulls his hand away and stands up, Dew can’t help but whine involuntarily, already missing the multi ghoul’s touch.

“Wait. Please,” he mumbles quietly. “Will you… Stay? With me?”

Swiss’ face breaks into a delighted smile. “‘Course I’ll stay, Dewy. Might just take a little longer for Rain to find their way to us. That okay?”

Dew sniffles, but he feels himself smile a little at Swiss’ pleased grin. “Yeah,” he nods. “Yeah, that’s okay.” He gestures for the multi ghoul to climb into the bed with him and snuggles against his chest. He’s warm, and it’s lovely, Dew thinks. Even if he’s still not feeling great, at least he’s feeling better, and once Rain gets there, hopefully he’ll start feeling a bit more like himself again.

It’s not long before there’s a second knock on Dew’s door, but this time, it’s Swiss who calls for the knocker to come in. Before the door even opens, Dew knows it’s Rain; they have a specific knock pattern that Dew memorised long ago, and he’s sure Swiss has done the same. They open the door and peek their head around with a hand covering their eyes, smirking.

“Are you both decent?” They tease, probably knowing full well that their partners are doing nothing but cuddling innocently.

“Just come and cuddle us, viridis,” Dew mumbles quietly, his voice muffled in the hollow of Swiss’ chest, impatient to feel Rain’s comforting presence now that the water ghoul is almost within arm’s reach.

There must still be something in Dew’s voice that gives him away—or maybe they just simply know him too well—because Rain’s smirk falters and they drop their hand from their eyes, looking at the fire ghoul in concern. “Sundew, are you okay, my darling?”

Swiss beckons Rain over with his free hand, lifting the covers on Dew’s side of the bed. The water ghoul easily slips under the blanket and slots themselves into their mini, impromptu ghoul pile, their cool skin proving a perfect balance to Swiss and Dew’s combined warmth, just as the fire ghoul had hoped. Once Rain has settled themselves into the pile comfortably, Dew chooses to move his head out of Swiss’ chest to the pillow above so he can face Rain properly, and both other ghouls wrap their arms around him tightly. As Dew organises himself into a comfortable position, he feels Swiss shift, leaning over him to mutter something in Rain’s ear that he can’t quite make out—presumably something in answer to the question the water ghoul posed to Dew that the fire ghoul never quite got around to answering.

Once Swiss finishes speaking, Rain wraps their arms around Dew tighter and leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the fire ghoul’s forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t come and find you earlier, sundew,” they whisper softly against his ear. They pull away from his ear, but not as far as Dew was expecting, only enough to pass their eyelashes softly over his cheek, making the fire ghoul huff out a laugh of surprise at the tickle of it.

“‘S okay,” Dew murmurs back. It’s louder than he means to with Rain still fluttering their eyes across his cheek. “Swiss helped.” The multi ghoul gives a squeeze around Dew’s middle at the mention of his name. The corner of Dew’s mouth twitches up, and he leans gratefully into the multi ghoul’s hold.

Rain chases Dew’s face with their own after he leans away and ghosts their eyelashes over his lips. Dew has to resist the urge to stick his tongue out and lick them. Instead, he giggles in a way that is decidedly un-Dew-like—he resents (not really, but a ghoul’s got to keep up appearances) the implication that Swiss and Rain would probably say the opposite; that he always sounds like that when he laughs—and pulls back to ask Rain what in Hell’s name they’re doing.

“Kissing you,” they reply simply, as if that explains everything.

Even Swiss chuckles at that. “Baby…” He’s clearly very amused by this whole situation. “You kiss people with your lips. You know that.”

“These, my loves,” they start, and Dew will forever staunchly admit that the affection meant for both him and Swiss at the same time does nothing to give him the warm fuzzies, despite it absolutely doing just that, “are butterfly kisses.” Rain continues ghosting their lashes all over Dew’s face as they speak, making the fire ghoul squirm and laugh under their touch. “Mountain showed me. They’re supposed to feel like butterflies flitting across your face. Close your eyes, sundew. Can you feel it?”

Dew blinks at their words, doing his best to communicate his confusion, but closes his eyes without complaint, smiling as he indulges in his partner’s wishes. He’s surprised to find that, once his eyes are closed and he relaxes himself as well as he can, it really does feel like butterfly wings brushing up against his cheeks, lips and nose. It’s strangely calming, and almost grounding, in a way, despite the softness of the barely-there touch. Slowly, as their touch continues, Dew finds the horrible uncomfortable-ness from earlier melting away under the brush of Rain’s eyelashes and Swiss’ gentle hold.

It’s not a conscious action, but after some time passes, Dew realises he’s been purring. Swiss is massaging over Dew’s front and shoulders, tracing his fingers lightly over the faded scars adorning the fire ghoul’s chest from where his arms are wrapped around the fire ghoul, and one of Rain’s hands strokes at Dew’s cheek while the other cards through his hair. His partners’ touch is so tragically comforting that he can’t help but let his eyes slowly slip closed, allowing himself to drift in and out of consciousness, tangled in the warm-cool embrace of both his partners.

He thinks he trills out a sleepy “thank you, love you” and he thinks he hears two equally sleepy replies, but he’s so tired that he truly doesn’t know. All he knows is that, while he still doesn’t feel great, nor does he know the reason for his misery, he’s in Swiss and Rain’s arms, and for now, that means he’s safe, he’s warm, and he’s happy.

oh, and very quickly !

dew calls rain viridis which is a shortening of chromis viridis (blue-green damselfish), a species of fish that looks like this:

#i hope this is somewhat what you were after <3 #i'm slowly realising i made one (1) allusion to trans dew but i hope that's okay #he's basically always trans in my head so i tend to.. forget to write it down 😅#dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #swissraindrop #transmasc dewdrop #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #husband ficlets #ask box #hypnoneghoul

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6okuto · 1 year

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Niaaaa //wailing, heaving, rolling around on the floor

I cannot stress enough how much I adore your works and love rereading all of them from time to time

Am here to ask if you have any more touchstarved hcs,, or thoughts,, im dying over here

Literally starved for content

gn!reader | REG!!! //waving both hands, jumping up and down giggling. Thank U. this is an honour and incredible compliment. scary bc my old works are...old... but Thank u. U mean the world 2 Me. i didn't thoroughly check what hcs i've already said so sorry there's repeats orz

i'm not saying the LIs would all go to the barbie movie but if someone does make art of that please let me know and tag me especially if it has the i am kenough shirt

they ruined my life saying kuras doesn't eat how is he going to join my girl dinners now. /j but i'll continue to believe he can appreciate how good a meal looks! & he can still sit with you and try to get his hands on your favourite meals for you to enjoy :-)

that thing where they do push-ups and kiss you when they come down with...leander was the first one i thought of tbh. but if you aren't able to lie underneath him he'd just ask for the same amount once he's done!

leander doing the thing he did in the prologue where he took his glove off with his teeth every so often just to see your reaction. like if you react in an amusing flustered staring at him kind of way. i couldn't relate personally (lying) (liar) (huge lie)

i'm sorry for my leander bias but if one of his favourite things is MASQUERADES and we don't see him at a MASQUERADE well it's so joever like him in a suit and mask and showing off how he knows how to fit in because of his past and also he can waltz now or something I'm dizzy i can't breathe

ais using 0.5 camera on people while they're caught off guard. him asking you to take a video of the fight For him because he's going to be part of it. vere selfie folder. mhin 5 followers no icon no posts gc lurker.

mhin would stick to enough of a routine that they'd have a specific spot to sit at different places,,, like a cafe or the library or bus... corner. it's one of the corners. and when someone's taken the spot they're thrown off then have to walk around for a new one (not happy about this) but take it back once they leave. you spend enough time together and they start keeping the spot next to them open for you

^ also they'd always order the exact same thing at restaurants. wouldn't like going to a new place because now they have to find a new default order. just like me fr

is no one going to talk about the idea that vere doesn't like snow because he's chained outside and it's cold . to be fair it could Totally be for a less sad reason like how it gets his Fur Wet (valid) but i've been thinking about that possible angst

also his gloves are just. like. ? odd. inverse drawing gloves. claws... but why only the 3 fingers.... btw his outfit means a constant thigh holding opportunity

kuras and mhin having long conversations about alchemy and sharing their findings with each other ;; mhin at some point getting just a Little excited about something and kuras choosing not to comment on it but being happy to see them let their walls down a little ;; o(-(

ais coming into your room and wordlessly lying next to you in bed and when asked if he needs something he says no? with a smile. he was just feeling lonely and wanted to find you

saying "you look like you can't swim" or "you are an odd individual" to any and all of them . something about it is amusing to me

if you celebrate christmas or like the idea of kissing underneath some mistletoe,, i think it's a good thought that you hold one over your head and wait for a kiss Or that Some of the LIs would Definitely do that themselves.

who do you guys think has the saddest birthday celebration (/no celebration at all.) who's relating to girls who spend their birthday alone and crying and be honest with me

rambling but i just want to say kuras's monster form looks sick as FUCK and i'm so excited for it. it looks like whatever left the scar on his hand seems to be there.. in his monster form...? i thought it was a claw but the positioning is under/through the hand so like??. do i have to bring up the significance of that if true

also is his outfit (minus his jacket)...like a jumpsuit... or can i just not tell because of his three (?) belts. that's not how you wear belts btw /lh. and is the sheer part Part of the top or is he wearing something sheer underneath the white. his sleeves are also sheer but the neckline means his shoulders are out . take off ur jacket

also mhin !! i want to know how big they get and if the transformation is sickening to watch and if they're still aware of everything around them and !!! THERE IS A SPINE(?) COMING OUT FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE SILHOUETTE THAT I NEED TO SEE NOW! & i'm assuming the senobium is Shit so even if we do get in there and get 'help' there would be another shitty price to pay. possible bad ending...??

scenes with all their monster forms where you're asked if you're scared and you say no / yes but you care about them and they falter because they didn't expect that

true good ending is everyone meeting at the wet wick and making a toast and laughing and saying this truly was our touchstarved before the credits roll

#touchstarved #touchstarved ais #touchstarved leander #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved vere #redspring pls continue to drop lore. gimme. GImemeeme...#not a single one of these birthdays sound good to me btw. closest to happy is how leander would say all drinks on him for the night #but it doesnt change the fact he has no close friends 💀💀#Im serious about the masquerade scene bc i need to see him in a formal setting. how hes different but still charming/the same in a way etc

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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this is us ~ jjk | 9

jungkook feels guilty about what he did.

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ 10 ~ a blast from the past: part three

chapter nine ~ a blast from the past: part two | wc: 8.4k warnings: flashback to 18-year-old-jungkook, he's young, naïve and wants get his dick wet, alex is a menace to society and jungkook, language, kissing, touching, groping, oral (m,f receiving), spitting, throat fucking, cum swallowing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, jungkook gets the clap, jungkook denies a hand job, allusions to sex

Jungkook woke up in a cold sweat. He could barely sleep the night before, tossing and turning, dreaming about a girl that wasn't you, as you were lying next to him. He didn't mean to and didn't want to, but he did.

The first thing on his mind was Alex. He couldn't stop thinking about why she was here. The meeting at work didn't reveal anything. It was mostly just an introduction to who she was and her role in the company.

The events from the day before replayed like a horror movie in his head. He shook the image and turned to face you, sleeping peacefully, not knowing what a shitty boyfriend he was.

His mind ran rampant, thinking about how you would handle the news - news of him practically feeling up his ex and kissing her back. God --he felt so lousy and lame and pathetic. He'd completely understand if you'd never want to see him again. You'd already gone through so much with U-jin cheating on you, and now...he was no different, was he?

He kept telling himself it was a moment of weakness and poor choices. It was like he was transported back into the mind and body of his 18-year-old self, remembering what it felt like to be with Alex, what it felt like to be wanted and needed.

Jungkook's stomach twisted and turned, his face grimacing as Alex was still at the forefront of his mind. He couldn't tell now if the growing erection in his sweats was because of you or her.

Closing his eyes in hopes of getting rid of his thoughts, he fluttered them open, moving a strand of hair from your face and gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. You looked like a plump baby cherub when you slept, so he thought, chuckling to himself, finding you endearing in the early hours of the morning. Your mouth was slightly agape, with small puffs of air escaping. He could see your eyes slightly moving while still closed. You were probably going to be awake soon.

He wanted to talk to you and explain everything that happened, and he didn't want to keep that from you. He didn't ever want to lie, that wasn't him, but he needed time to figure out what to say.

His phone was tucked underneath the pillow, and he reached for it, checking to see the time. It was early, 6:30 AM. This was a good time to hurry and get up before you did. He needed to get his mind off of everything. He'd leave a note telling you where he was in case you became worried. He couldn't bear to be next to you with keeping what he did with Alex a secret.

The boxing gym was quiet for a Saturday morning. He set his gym bag down on the bench as he opened his locker, which was filled with dust. Jungkook sifted through a few things, searching for the roll of hand wraps. His trainer, Johnny, walked into the locker room, surprised to find Jungkook.

Johnny snickered. "Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up finally. Thought I'd have to come to hunt you down myself."

Jungkook scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah... I've been busy, and I have a life, you know," he said, beginning to wrap his hands. It's been a minute since Jungkook's stepped into the boxing gym - you and work were keeping him busy. But today was different. He needed another outlet to let out all of his pent-up stress.

"I bet your form is shit now," Johnny teased, stepping closer to Jungkook, pretending to spar with him.

"Oh yeah ?" Jungkook raised his brows. He was always confident in everything he pursued. He gave it his all, not just a hundred percent, more like a hundred and ten percent.

"We'll see once you step in the ring," Johnny taunted again.

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. Being back at the boxing gym was good, and maybe this would keep him distracted from you and Alex - mostly Alex.

"Yah--you have something you need to get off your chest?"

Jungkook was breathing heavily, practically panting, "What? No, I'm good. Come on." He got back into his stance, waiting for Johnny to continue.

"As I said, your form is shit right now," Johnny said, holding up his mitts for Jungkook to strike again.

"Shut up, Johnny," Jungkook retorted. He was taking his anger out on Johnny, which probably wasn't the smartest thing. He knew Johnny could knock him out if he wanted to. As much as he tried to keep Alex out of his mind, she did what she did best - leeching on and sucking the life out of him.

Johnny tested his jabs and blocks, could tell he wasn't in the right headspace, and stopped. "I've been doing this for a long time Jungkook-ah. I know when something is bothering you."

Jungkook punched the mitt harshly, making Johnny stumble back. He held himself up, preventing himself from falling over. Jungkook wiped the sweat from his forehead and took off toward the locker room. He removed his gloves and started to unwrap the tape binding his hands, throwing it on the ground out of frustration. Looking up, he saw himself in the mirror. Turning around, he punched the locker next to his, leaving a dent. He groaned loudly as he pulled his hand away, looking at the damage he had impaled upon himself.

"Fuck!" Boxing wasn't helping. Nothing was helping. He wished he could go back to yesterday and undo everything - no, he wished he could go back in time and never meet Alex.

" Whoa, man...you okay?" Jin asked as he walked into whatever this crisis was.

Jungkook grimaced, looking at his hand, which was now covered with cuts and scrapes. It was a stupid thing to do because now he'd have to explain what happened. He was in agony over this whole thing. He hated himself so much. He couldn't bear to see the look on your face once he told you what he did.

"Is this about Alex? What the hell happened with you two anyway?" Jin asked, waiting for an answer. "I go out for some fresh air during karaoke, and then you're gone when I come back."

Obviously, Jin knew Jungkook and Alex had something going on. Why else would Jungkook be so distraught and act out of character? It wasn't like him. Jungkook completely ignored him and continued on his way to open up his locker and grab his things.

"I'll see you later, hyung," Jungkook mumbled on his way out.

But Jin wouldn't let him go so easily. "Yah--yah!" Jin yelled, catching up to Jungkook while walking to his car. Jin pushed the door shut just as Jungkook was opening it. "Come on, man, talk to me. What's going on? This isn't like you."

Jungkook's jaw tensed up before letting out an exhale. "I fucked up."

"'Kay...and?"

"You hungry?"

The drive to the brunch spot was pure silence. Jin wanted to interrupt the awkwardness with new jokes he learned, but he could sense it wasn't the right place and time - the distress from Jungkook was enough for him to bite his tongue.

After receiving their food, Jungkook kept indulging in it and avoiding the conversation he alluded to earlier with Jin. Finally, he was fed up.

"Bro--you gonna tell me what's going on, or should I start making assumptions?" Jin asked.

Jungkook was midway chewing through his potatoes, swallowing the biggest gulp Jin had seen - it almost looked like it hurt. But Jungkook continued eating instead of answering Jin's question.

Jin nodded. "Okay fine. Lemme take a stab at what this could be about. Let's start when I brought Alex in, hmm? You started acting super strange - pretty nervous, I might say. I leave the two of you alone for a mere five minutes in the office, and I come back in, and she's practically feeling you up. And then, she can't keep her eyes off of you the whole time while we're at karaoke, and stupid of me to leave you two alone again, because I come back and you're gone. So, if you're not telling me what happened, I will assume the worst. Did you kiss her?"

He glared at his friend and colleague, waiting for him to answer, but his silence warranted what Jin suspected. "Did you tell your girlfriend?"

No, Jungkook thought, 'cause he fucked you instead of telling you the truth.

"I'm guessing that's a no," Jin sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He felt as though he was caught between a rock and a hard place. Jin loved his friend, and he'd grown fond of you too, but it wasn't his place to say anything.

"I'm going to tell her," Jungkook stressed as he pushed around the rest of his food with his fork. "I'm...just mustering up the courage."

"It's just a kiss, right? What's so hard about telling her about that, unless..." Jin stared blankly at his friend.

Jungkook licked his lips, his other hand nervously picking at the non-existent hair on his chin.

"Please don't tell me there's something else." Another nod of silence from Jungkook confirmed Jin's suspicions. "What did you do, Jungkook-ah?" Jin asked, rubbing his hand over his mouth in exasperation.

He was clearly avoiding Jin's burning glare, about to tell him what he did, but Jin interrupted.

"You know what," Jin held his hands up to stop him. "I don't want to know for fear that I'll have to resist the temptation to strangle you."

"Hyung...I already feel like shit, so please, don't say anything to anyone. I'm going to talk to her, I promise."

After brunch, Jungkook dropped Jin off at home. Peering up, he remembered your first "official" date when he brought you here. He chuckled, being reminded of Jin's note not to fuck at his place, and the two of you didn't, but that didn't mean you didn't have your hands all over each other, not watching the movie he chose that night.

Before Jin walked to his front door, he paused, turning back to the car, gesturing for Jungkook to roll his windows down.

"Yeah?"

"You gonna be okay, Jungkook-ah?"

He shrugged because he really didn't know how everything would turn out. He could only assume the worst, and he was prepared for it. Did he want to work this out in whatever way he could? Of course - he didn't want to lose you. You're everything he's wanted. At this point, he was willing to do whatever it took to be with you.

Jin grabbed Jungkook's shoulder, rubbing it to reassure him. "Let me know if you need anything, 'kay?"

Jungkook nodded, rolling his windows back up, his face in his hands, agonizing about what to do next. He knew he should go home and talk to you.

He checked his phone. Nearly two in the afternoon, and a few missed texts from you.

Baby 💫 8:30 AM

Hiiiiiii. You fuck me like a crazy person, and then I wake up alone. You're such a tease! When will you be home? Thought we could hang out WITH our clothes on lol

Baby 💫 9:27 AM

Gonna meet up with Yuna and Hyunie. See you tonight.

Baby 💫 12:34 PM

Omg babyyy! This aglio e olio is to die for! Wish you could taste

it. We have to come here.

Jungkook 1:56 PM

Hi baby. I was at the boxing gym and had brunch with Jin. Might go on a drive but I'll try not to take too long, 'kay? Love you.

- 2015 -

There were many instances where Jungkook had hoped he was born first instead of his sister. He often observed the funny and clumsy girl with framed glasses from afar, wondering if he would even have a slim chance of her being his. She was over every day after school because her parents constantly argued about something. She often found solace with Jungkook and Yuna. And, of course, he didn't mind having her there, spending almost every waking moment with her.

The final month before 18-year-old Jungkook finished high school, he applied to several schools in the States and was waiting to hear back to see if he was accepted.

He sat nervously at the dinner table with two envelopes in front of him, afraid to open them to discover his fate. He worked hard these last few years to catch up with his schoolwork and to graduate on time with his friends. He only found something he was passionate about once he discovered a love for drawing and gaming.

His 28-year-old crush entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for something sweet to drink. You scanned the fridge and glanced at the young boy staring at the envelopes in front of him, nervously tapping his fingers on the table.

"You have to use your hands to open the envelopes. They won't open themselves," you teased, finding a bottle of banana milk on the middle shelf.

He didn't answer but continued to stare at the envelopes. You came over to the table and pulled up a chair next to him, puncturing a hole through the foil of the banana milk. As soon as the straw went through the top, Jungkook grabbed the bottle from you and started chugging down the bottle.

"Yah!" You shouted at him, annoyed at this bratty boy.

He stopped to take a breath. "Noona, you need to open these for me, please. I can't do this." He pushed the envelopes towards the beautiful girl with her hair in a messy top knot bun. His favorite look on you was a plus when you also had on your big nerdy glasses.

You opened the one from Otis College of Art and Design. You scanned the letter without giving away any indication of acceptance or rejection. You turned the letter over, grabbed the next one from Woodbury University, and did the same thing.

He sat there waiting patiently for you to tell him, but you went ahead and grabbed the banana milk he had basically finished. You tried slurping, but there was nothing left. With his wide eyes glaring, you finally broke the silence and chuckled.

"Well...? Noona, tell me, please. I can't breathe," his eyes darting from the envelopes to you to get any kind of reaction.

"Sorry, Kook...you didn't get in," you answered, trying to hold in your laugh. You cleared your throat and attempted to compose yourself again.

He frowned and looked devastated when you told him, but you couldn't lie to your little bunny.

"I'm kidding, Kook. Pack your bags. It looks like you're headed to California," you beamed, reaching across to ruffle his bowl haircut and pinch his cheeks. "My whittle googie is a big wabbit now."

He held your hands, and you continued pinching his cheeks, treating him like a little baby. Then Yuna walked in.

"What's going on?" Yuna asked.

"Jungkookie got into both of the schools in California!" you exclaimed, clapping your hands.

Yuna walked over and hugged him from behind. "Good job Kookie! I knew you could do it. That means we have to start packing, huh?"

"My whittle bunny," you teased him in a baby voice. "Who am I going to bother now that you'll be gone," continuing in your normal voice.

A part of him wished he didn't get in. A part of him wanted to stay. "I'll come back and visit, or you guys could make a trip out and visit me," he suggested.

"Oh, I would love to visit California! I hear it's beautiful. We should do it." Yuna exclaimed.

"Both schools are in Los Angeles, right? I definitely want to go to the beach there! Ooh --okay, now I'm excited," you squealed at the possibility of visiting.

Jungkook was already thinking about everything he'd take you to do and see. He'd love to be your tour guide once he is all settled in.

When Jungkook arrived at his dorm, the door was ajar, and he opened it further. "Hello?... Is anyone here?" He announced as he now fully stood in the room. No one was in sight, but he noticed a set of suitcases in front of the closet.

He heard two voices coming behind him, laughing and chatting as they entered the room. Two boys entered the room, one with a brown bowl haircut and the other with dyed orange hair. They stopped their chatter once they saw their new roommate.

"Oh-hey, what's up, man?" The orange-haired boy held his hand out to Jungkook. "I'm Jimin," Jungkook reciprocated, giving him a nod, "and this is Taehyung."

"'Sup, man?"

"I'm Jungkook," he said sheepishly, nervous, unsure what to do or say. It seemed they already knew each other, and Jungkook was the odd man.

Jimin brushed past Taehyung, plopping himself on the bottom bunk, splayed on top of the navy duvet, and Taehyung did the same but on the top bunk.

Jungkook decided the best thing to do was unpack. Even though he had just got off an eleven-hour flight, he knew he needed to stay up for the jet lag to wear off. Unzipping his large suitcase on top of his bed, he began stashing his undergarments and socks into a drawer while separating his shirts and bottoms.

"What's your major?" Taehyung propped himself on his elbows, peering at Jungkook.

Holding a few folded shirts between his hands, he turned to answer Taehyung's question. "Game Art and Design. What about you?"

"Cool. I'm doing filmmaking, Jimin's boring, and he's doing marketing."

Jimin took a fist and punched the bottom of Taehyung's bunk. "Yah--You'll need my help marketing all the porn you want to make."

"It's not porn! They're erotic films."

Jimin scoffed. "Same thing."

The two continued to bicker, and Jungkook couldn't help but smile. They were all going to get along just fine.

It's been four months since Jungkook called home. He figured he should video call his big sister so she wouldn't worry about him. His mom was already leaving multiple voicemails and text messages asking him to call her back, and he might as well video call to get it over with.

"Well, well, well, look who decides to call," Yuna teased him.

"Ha-ha, very funny, Noona. I've been busy."

"Too busy to call your own family? "

"Sorry," he mumbled, knowing the real reason why he was always tied up. Literally.

But his heart skipped a beat when he heard the familiar voice he was always so fond of. He missed hearing the sweet sound of you.

Moving into the frame, you peeked your head in. "Yah--cool guy...We let you leave, and you never call anymore? Rude," your arms were crossed, pretending to be mad at him.

He blushed, thinking you were cute. " Noona ..." he whined, "You have to let me live life a little. You know...get some life experience." Whatever that meant - but he definitely got a lot of life experience these past few months.

"Just don't do anything stupid, okay? I don't wanna have to fly all the way over there and kick your ass."

He chuckled. You were always saying things like that. He knew you had his best interest at heart and would forever look out for him. To be honest, he low-key wanted to do something stupid just so you'd come to rescue him.

"Here, talk to him for a second. I think Namjoon's gonna burn down the kitchen if I don't help him."

Jungkook nodded slowly, unsure of what to say next. He wasn't expecting to talk to you. He was expecting to talk to Yuna. "So...what are you guys doing?"

"We're just hanging out at Yuna's, having dinner. Well, more like burning dinner."

"Who's we?"

"Me, Yuna, Namjoon, and U-jin."

He threw a little in his mouth at mentioning that name. Guess you were still with that douche. He thought you would have dumped him by now, and he thought you deserved better.

"What about you? What are you up to?"

"I'm just in my dorm, studying. I decided to take a break and call."

"Are you enjoying your time there? Making friends?"

"Yeah, I am...it's been fun. I miss home, though." He really wanted to say that he missed you and probably thought about you too often at night when his roommates were gone. He missed the warmth of your voice, the kindness from your eyes, the softness of your hair...he could go on and on. He should stop before he got a hard-on while talking to you.

"Aw, Jungkookie. I'm so happy to hear that!"

Jungkook adjusted himself in the chair, and you saw something that caught your eye.

"...are you in your underwear while talking to us?!" You cringed and hid your eyes behind your hand.

"What? No." He moved, revealing he was in shorts.

You peeked through your hand and laughed. "Is that what the cool kids are wearing these days? Leather jackets and bright blue shorts?"

He smirked. "Yup. I'm a cool kid now... Nah, I'm heading out with my roommates and a friend after this."

"Ah, okay. Well, I won't keep you then. It was good seeing you, Jungkookie. Don't be a stranger and call your mom and Yuna more, but I'll let you go."

He heard Yuna yelling in the background. "Tell him we love him."

"We love you, Jungkookie. We're so proud of you." You flashed a big smile and waved before hanging up on him.

"I love you too..." he trailed off as the screen went dark. It's been a while since he's seen you, and he soaked up every second he could. Your hair had grown out just a smidge, and there was a hint of blonde peeking from your hair, and he also noticed the new glasses adorning your pretty face.

He'd thought about texting you many times, wanting to see how you were doing, to catch up on life, wanted to know all the new shows you were working on, wanted to know all the gossip happening with the actors on set. But it would be weird for him to message you out of the blue, wouldn't it? He'd much rather talk to you than his sister. Yuna would just scold him for this and that, but you...well, you'd do the same, but you'd do it because you genuinely cared - and not out of obligation like his sister.

A knock at Jungkook's door interrupted his thoughts of you. He quickly stood to open it, and rushing in was Alex, immediately pushing him against the door, connecting her mouth to his. "God, I missed you so much," she whispered, kicking the door closed behind her, beginning to mark Jungkook's neck with purple bruises.

"Ale --aren't we meeting Tae and Jimin at the club?" Jungkook groaned when Alex palmed him through his blue shorts, stroking his growing erection.

She pulled away to look at him, shaking her head. "Told them we're gonna have a quiet night in and that they should go without us."

If Jungkook could describe Alex, she was a menace to society and more so to him. He had met her in his Public Speaking class, as she was the TA, then she began popping up everywhere, like in his Figure Drawing class, where she was the live model. She became interested in him when she realized his talent, especially drawing. She said she could help him excel by being his personal model. Of course, Jungkook being young and naïve, he fell for her tactics, and now here he was, probably about to fuck her senseless, just like how she liked it.

To be honest, it wasn't love. It was infatuation. Lust. Purely sex, nothing else. He never thought his first encounter with sex would be like this. He thought he'd be in love long before thinking about having sex. But it was a stupid, innocent dream.

"You want me to do what?" His doe eyes widened at her.

"I want you to fuck my throat," Alex explained again. Such an innocent mind that she was going to fuck up, she thought.

"But...why?"

Alex laughed. "Oh god, Jungkook. You don't want me to suck off that fat cock of yours?"

"No...I just...don't want to hurt you, that's all."

She smirked. "You're cute."

"Don't call me that," he pouted. He didn't want to be cute. He wanted to be taken seriously, and it seemed she still thought of him as a baby sometimes.

"But you are, and you won't hurt me."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, come on..." She urged, starting to palm him again through his shorts. "You're already rock hard after just talking about you fucking my throat? You're so fucking adorable. I can't stand it." Alex grunted before pulling down his shorts, letting his cock spring out, and stroking it. Jungkook moaned in response. He wasn't sure if he could actually do what she wanted, but he was willing to try anything.

"Come on, big boy. Show me what you got," she stated, kneeling, facing the massive cock in front of her, then peering up at him through her lashes. "God, I love having you in my mouth so much," she said, gathering her saliva and spitting on his swollen cock. Her hand spread the saliva up and down his shaft, causing Jungkook's eyes to flutter shut and his cock to twitch in her hand. She loved seeing him writhe and squirm before her. Her favorite thing in this world was her sweet, innocent, naïve doe-eyed boy.

Alex swirled her tongue around his reddened tip, then laid her tongue flat underneath his length, slowly taking him in, inch by inch, along the prominent vein, causing him to hiss and curse under his breath. She tugged him closer, pushing him even further inside her mouth. Jungkook's head lolled against the wooden armoire, breathing heavily as Alex bobbed up and down.

Suddenly, Alex pulled away. "Come on, baby. I said fuck my throat," she smirked, resting from her previous position on her knees to tucking her feet underneath her ass. Her eyes gazed at the sweet boy in front of her.

All of this was still new to Jungkook. Again, he had been seeing Alex for the last four months, not dating. It was more just crazy, insane sex when they were together. He had an idea of what she liked, considering what she was asking him to do. So, he thought he should surprise her.

"You want me to fuck your throat?"

She nodded.

"Then beg," he deadpanned.

Alex cocked an eyebrow, thinking that she'd taught him so well. "Please, Kookie. I need that big fat cock to fucking ruin me ."

He grabbed the base of his erection, stroking and tugging while the tip leaked pre-cum. "You're such a slut for this cock, huh?" he had heard that line from watching porn.

Alex hummed, almost giggling at how confident he was becoming.

Jungkook gently stroked her rosy cheek, then tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear before his hand gripped the back of her head, pushing Alex toward his hardened length. "Open your mouth," he stated boldly.

She grinned as he asked, opening as wide as she could before Jungkook's hips rolled forward, bucking himself into her mouth. He pushed as far as he could a few times, making her gag, eyes glistening from the tears forming and slowly falling from the corner of her eyes. Her saliva began to run down her chin as Jungkook continued thrusting into her mouth, pushing against the back of her throat. He groaned loudly, chasing the climax building within, his knees starting to buckle, almost losing his composure.

Jungkook wouldn't be able to last any longer. It was too much for him to handle. "Wai...wait...where can I cum?" he asked, breathing heavily, trying to keep his composure.

Alex pulled off, amplifying a loud pop along with saliva when she did. "In my mouth, bunny. Where else?"

"Are...are you sure?" He was afraid that he wouldn't want to come anywhere else but her mouth if he did that.

She answered by putting his cock back in her mouth, rapidly bobbing up and down, digging her acrylics into the back of his thighs. She took his hands, making him grab her hair. He saw it as a sign that she wanted him to thrust harder into her, and he did so willingly. The pent-up tension brewing in the pit of his stomach finally found its sweet release. A few slips of curses and moans left his mouth as she milked everything he had in him.

"Fucking hell--"

Alex swallowed his cum, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "So...did you like that?" she asked, the corners of her lips curving into a smile.

Jungkook down at her, nodding shamefully. "I did...it felt dirty," he stated, helping her stand.

Alex laughed, finding him absolutely adorable. So young, so innocent. "Oh, bunny, you have no idea what I'm capable of."

The next couple of months continued like this, with Alex in control and Jungkook doing as she asked. He never once questioned her wants and needs, mostly because he liked having sex with her, and he didn't know if he'd ever get to have anyone like this ever again.

One thing that struck Jungkook was that he'd never been to Alex's place. They often had sex in his dorm or the most random places - his heart raced when they were in semi-public spots.

During the week of finals, Jungkook could be found in the library like many other students, but Alex had something else in mind. She discovered Jungkook diligently studying at a table with Jimin and Taehyung. She crept up behind him, snaking her arms around his neck, whispering something indistinct in his ear, causing him to turn his head. He excused himself from his friends, but Jimin and Taehyung weren't stupid - they knew their sex tells. So fucking obvious.

Alex dragged Jungkook past the history book section, opening the door to the broom closet and locking it as she shoved Jungkook in. She turned around with darkened eyes, watching him like he was her next meal. Walking over, her hands splayed against his toned chest, Alex shuddered, thinking about how far along Jungkook had come. From the innocent boy she started playing with for fun to the sexy young man she was teaching him to be.

Jungkook strayed towards her, his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her to him, connecting his mouth to hers. His kisses were usually slow and gentle, but not this time. They were hungry, impatient - tongue fiery and frantic. He hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her up and causing a small yelp.

Alex loved when he was dominant, it took him a while to get to where they were, but it was all worth it, she thought. He laid her down on a table filled with cleaning supplies, but he didn't care. He pushed them aside. She propped herself up, waiting to see his next move.

Jungkook lifted one of her legs, pressing kisses along her ankle, shin and thigh, putting it down to do the same to the other. She grinned at him, teasing her. The wetness was already apparent when he pulled her lace panties aside, pussy aching for his touch. He inserted two fingers into her slit, then withdrew to spread her arousal on her folds, circling a few times before rubbing her clit, causing her to bite back a moan, which was a first. She wasn't one to be quiet during sex.

He dropped to his knees, adjusting the erection in his grey sweats. Alex slid off her panties, throwing them off to the side, ready and waiting for Jungkook. He hooked her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge, so he could have better access. Kissing her clit, then flicking his tongue short and quick. Her legs began to shake as he lapped between her folds for a few minutes, then lowered himself, darting his tongue into her entrance.

Alex writhed and squirmed underneath his touch. "Fuck, that mouth of yours is gonna kill me. I taught you so well," she moaned, looking down at the boy with darkened eyes who was huddled in between her legs.

Jungkook continued relishing in the pussy he grew to love so much within these last few months, one he would never get tired of. He stood on his feet, hovering over Alex, pushing up the sweater in between what he wanted. His mouth enveloped her nipple, gently biting as he pulled away, then kissing the top of her breasts while letting two fingers slip inside her pussy, causing lewd sounds to fill the small closet.

"I need you in me, bunny. Please," Alex whined before connecting her mouth to his, reaching to palm his hardened length, stroking him through his sweats. "God, I love your cock so much. Please, baby, fill me up like a good boy?"

He withdrew his fingers and stood, pulling down his sweats and boxers just enough to let his cock spring out. He grabbed the base of his shaft, slowly stroking himself. With darkened eyes, he told Alex to get down and turn around for him, which she willingly did. Jungkook lifted her skirt, plump ass on full display, his hand massaging one cheek while the other continued to jerk himself off, getting ready to stuff her.

Being with Alex was exciting because he never knew what she'd have up her sleeve, like today - fucking inside the library's broom closet. The thrill of being caught got Jungkook's blood pumping, primarily to his dick, but regardless, he loved it.

Jungkook placed himself at her entrance, spreading her slick with his tip. Alex mewled, pushing her ass towards him, urging him to hurry.

"I don't have a condom."

"I'm on the pill. Don't worry so much, bunny. Come on, cock in pussy. Now ."

He hesitated for a mere second before saying fuck it and pushing himself into her. "Shit --" Forgetting how much he loved going raw, even though he knew it was stupid to do so. He took a moment to calm himself, hands grasping tightly onto her hips, beginning to rut rapidly into her cunt, pounding repeatedly. "Fuck --you're so tight," he hissed. "Always so fucking tight for me."

Alex peered over her shoulder with a grin as she watched Jungkook's cock disappear into her. "You fuck like a cute little bunny. So eager," eliciting a moan while Jungkook thrusts harder and deeper into her.

Jungkook's eyes suddenly widened, quickly pausing. "Sorry..." Thinking he was too impatient with her.

She chuckled. "No, I like it. Keep going. You're doing so well," she praised the young man with big doe eyes.

He rolled his hips, fucking her as hard as he could, sweat beginning to form on his hairline and temples. Jungkook watched Alex's ass bounce vigorously as he continued pounding as hard as possible, making the table squeak beneath them.

"Bunny--just like that. Fuck--fuck--ah!" Alex cried, holding her hand out against the shelf in front of her to keep herself steady. "Shit -I'm gonna come."

Jungkook bit down on his lower lip, grasping tighter, imprinting his hands on her hips. Alex finally let a cry of pleasure, clenching and creaming around Jungkook's cock. He fucked her through her orgasm, and now in hopes of chasing his. It had been building for quite some time. He was nearly at the cusp. The muscles in his abdomen tightened, pooling with fire, ready to burst into flames.

Alex reached back to play with his balls, and that's what pushed Jungkook over the edge. The tension in his abdomen snapped, painting her walls with his cum. He grunted through the last few thrusts, emptying himself into her pussy. Jungkook panted, breathing heavily as he slumped over on top of Alex, kissing her back.

"You're gonna be the death of me."

As the school year ended, Jungkook barely made it through his final exams and projects. The one thing bothering him wasn't stressing over them, but it was something else.

" Bro --what the fuck are you doing?" Taehyung's eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook with his pants down. He and Jimin had just returned from dinner and found Jungkook in a compromising position in the bathroom.

"Dude-- get the fuck out! " Jungkook cried, trying to close the door but considering it was two versus one, his chances weren't looking good.

The two of them held the door open. "Are you checking out your balls?" Jimin laughed, falling over to Taehyung, trying to hold himself up. But they couldn't help but laugh at their young friend.

Jungkook groaned, slumping over while his pants were still down. "Ah--shit! It fucking hurts."

"Your balls hurt? Here, lemme see," Taehyung stated.

"Get the fuck away from my balls," Jungkook threatened his friend.

"Bro--just lemme see them."

Ten minutes later, Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were sitting on Jungkook's bed, staring blankly outside their dorm room window. With the amount of sex, all three were having with different girls, minus Jungkook, only having sex with Alex, one of them was bound to get something. Stupid boys.

"Can't believe you got the fucking clap, bro," Taehyung said, shaking his head. "I knew she was gonna give you something."

"Shut up," Jungkook turned to Taehyung, shoving him on the bed. "Fuck, man," he groaned, throwing himself back.

"What are you gonna do?" Jimin asked. He was concerned for his friend, mainly because this was Jungkook's first sexual partner, and then to end up with an STD too. Poor kid, he thought.

"Gotta talk to Alex, I guess. What else am I supposed to do?"

"She's definitely fucking someone else besides you, Jungkookie. How else do you get an STD?" Taehyung's comment wasn't reassuring Jungkook at all. It was worrying him even more. "Unless..." Taehyung's head sprung up, glaring at Jungkook.

Jungkook sighed. "I'm not having sex with anyone else, only Alex." But fuck, Taehyung was right. How else could he have gotten it? Then he remembered something. "SHIT!"

"What?" Jimin and Taehyung asked.

"I went down on her too."

Jimin and Taehyung scooted away from him for fear of getting the clap.

"You guys are so stupid. You can't get the clap from me unless you're sucking my dick."

The two jokingly gagged. "Get away from us, Jungkookie!" Taehyung teased the young man.

Alex was a hard person to get a hold of when Jungkook needed something, and he clearly needed to get to the bottom of this. He asked everyone he could and finally got an answer from one of his classmates, saying they saw her head into one of his professor's offices.

When Jungkook arrived, he lightly knocked on the door, not hearing a response even though he could hear movement and sounds from the other side. With the door ajar, he peered in, discovering a scene he thought he'd never find in a million years.

"What in the actual fuck ?" Jungkook's jaw tensed, fist clenched as he caught Alex half-naked, straddling his professor.

Alex didn't look fazed at all. Instead, she grinned, "Wanna join?" She continued to rut against the man.

But Jungkook's professor looked mortified at the sight of him.

"You're fucking disgusting. Don't ever talk to me again."

"Bunny ..." she pouted, standing up, pulling down her dress, and chasing after him. "I'm sorry."

Jungkook scoffed. Her apology didn't sound genuine one bit. Did she have any guilt or remorse? Their professor was fucking married, for Christ's sake. He shook his head, thinking about how many months he's wasted on her.

She held onto his arm, but Jungkook quickly ripped it from under her. He was disgusted, didn't know what to do with himself, and needed to scrub every inch of his body to rid himself of her. Jungkook gave her the once-over with such loathing in his expression. "Bye, Alex." Then he glanced over at his professor, who was trying to hide his embarrassment in his hands, which was in no way going to help. "By the way, she's got the clap, and now, so do you."

Jungkook huffed, beating himself up along the way back to his dorm. He was so stupid. Stupid to think that Alex actually liked him, thought that maybe if he were good enough, she would want more with him, perhaps even be his girlfriend. But Jungkook was nothing more than a plaything to her. At this moment, he contemplated calling you, asking you for advice on what to do because you always knew what to say. But he also didn't want to tell you what he had been up to, how stupid he's been to have let his dick get the best of him.

He cried out when he arrived at his room, thinking his roommates were out. Jimin immediately popped up from his deep sleep. "What's going on? What happened?" Jimin asked with rest still heavy on his eyes.

"Fuck-man. Fucking Alex-I can't believe her."

"What? What did she do?" Jimin now sitting up, rubbing his eyes, trying to pay attention to his friend.

"She was fucking Professor X." They referred to him because he looked like James McAvoy from X-men.

Jimin gasped, mouth agape. "No way. How did you find out?"

"How else? She does what she does best. Fucking people in the most public places - in his office."

"Holy shit- -" Jimin said, standing to comfort his friend. "I'm sorry, man."

Jungkook shrugged. "It's no one's fault but my own."

Present Day

And he was right. It was no one's fault but his own.

He could've said no to Alex. He could've stepped away when she caged him against the wall. He could've made up an excuse to get out of karaoke. But once he saw her and was close to her again, it was like he was transported back into the body of the 18-year-old who was infatuated with her, longed for her, and ached for her touch. That was the kind of effect she had on him.

Jungkook didn't realize he had been driving for so long. He snapped out of it after hearing a few pings from his car, indicating new text messages. He tapped on the screen for the robotic voice to read it aloud:

Baby 💫 7:32 PM

Hey...haven't heard from you since this afternoon. Are you okay? Just wanna make sure your car didn't fall into a ditch.

Do you want to reply?

"Sorry, baby. I lost track of time, but I'm alive. I have a long drive back. Don't wait up. I'll sneak in a kiss when I get home. Love you."

Do you want to send it?

"Yes."

Baby 💫 7:35 PM

I don't mind waiting. See you soon.

It was nearly midnight when you decided to shut off your laptop finally. Your eyes were droopy and heavy-lidded from writing for the last few hours and waiting for your boyfriend, and you didn't anticipate him to be gone all day.

Setting your laptop on the side table, you shifted into a comfier position, pulling the fluffy duvet underneath your chin, asking Google Home to turn off the bedroom lamp. You suppose you'll just see Jungkook whenever he comes back.

A few hours had passed, and you were feeling restless. You were in the in-between stage of waking and falling asleep for the umpteenth time when you heard Jungkook shuffling in. "Hi," you mumbled, turning to face him and reaching to find his lips. "What time is it?"

"Almost two."

You groaned, shifting into a better position. "It's so late. I thought it would've been nice to spend some time together."

"I'm sorry, baby. I went to the gym, had brunch with Jin, and then went for a drive. I didn't realize how far I had driven before turning back around," Jungkook muttered against the shell of your ear, arm draped over your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

Your eyes fluttered open, finding him shirtless, hair damp from a shower. This look was one of your favorites - him freshly out of the shower. You couldn't resist coaxing another kiss from him, which he freely gave, then you snaked your arm around his shoulders, pulling in and kissing him deeply. You could feel him trying to tear away from your kisses, and you pouted when he got his way.

He softly giggled at how affectionate you had suddenly become. Jungkook lay on his back, head buried into the soft pillow, letting out a soft yawn.

It wasn't long since Jungkook fucked you like a madman, but you always yearned for his touch. You inched closer to him, letting your hand wander to the bulge hidden underneath his boxer briefs, softly palming his length a few times, eliciting a moan from him.

Don't get him wrong. He really wanted you to touch him, but he felt ashamed. Guilty. He didn't feel worthy of you. Didn't deserve the pleasure you wanted to give him.

Jungkook gently gripped your wrist, pulling it away from his building erection. "I'm sorry, baby. You don't have to do that. I'm pretty wiped from today."

You cleared your throat. Is Jungkook denying a hand job? That was a first. "Is everything okay?" You noticed he was acting out of character. You knew something was bothering him, but you didn't want to push him to say anything until he was ready.

He pressed his lips on your forehead, pulling you in for a hug. "Yeah, I'm just tired. I had a long day, and I just want to cuddle, if that's okay."

"Yeah...of course. I missed you."

"Missed you too."

"I love you."

Jungkook bit into his bottom lip, which was quivering. "I love you so much," he whispered shakily, trying his best to hold back tears.

Once again, when you awoke the following day, Jungkook had already disappeared. The warmth from your bed is gone. Absent. Non-existent. Whatever was on Jungkook's mind must've been eating him from the inside out because you'd never seen him like this. Quiet. Unresponsive. Typically, it was the other way around. It was always more challenging for you to share your feelings, but Jungkook... always wore his heart on his sleeve.

But the soft clinking and sizzling from the kitchen gave you some reassurance, along with the aroma of espresso filling the air. Jungkook wasn't gone - just cooking. You were grateful to know he was still here and not dodging you like you were speculating - but again, it was just speculation. You were drawing your own conclusions without actually talking to him like grown adults should be doing.

Regardless, you pushed those thoughts aside because you were happy to have Jungkook around today. The two of you could have a lazy Sunday, and life had been too busy for the both of you, and it would be nice just to laze around and do nothing.

"Morning," you announced, entering the kitchen.

Jungkook had already had a full spread of breakfast goods when you approached the counter. He turned in your direction with a soft smile. "Morning, baby," he whispered, leaning down to kiss you, which you reciprocated willingly. His denial of a hand job from last night caused some bitterness because you'd been missing his touch, so this kiss would be enough for now. He returned to his position of flipping over the bacon once more to finish cooking them off.

To say that you were horny was an understatement. Jungkook fucking you like a madman the other night sparked something very primal in you. Snaking your arms around his waist, you made it a point to press your breasts against his back.

His nose scrunched, giggling at your obvious tell, peering over his shoulder at you. He asked, "Horny?"

"Very," you shamelessly admitted while kissing his back, one hand reaching towards the elastic on his grey sweats.

"You're going to make me burn the bacon," he smirked, turning off the stove to ensure he wouldn't burn all of his hard work.

"Then you could have me for breakfast instead."

Jungkook lightly chuckled. "Sounds very tempting."

You ran your hand past the elastic underneath his boxers towards his bulge, gently palming him. "I think I want sausage this morning," you hummed. Your joke was cheesy, but you couldn't help it. You'd been aching for him all day yesterday.

He set his chopsticks down, turning to face you. "Yeah?" he grinned. "Well, I won't stop you."

The lazy Sunday was perfect. The two of you cuddled and lazed around. Jungkook played games, and you scrolled through Netflix. Also, you were very satisfied with breakfast, especially the sausage. You made it a point to fuck him like a mad woman. It was only fair.

Towards the end of the night, while settling into bed, you noticed that Jungkook was still pretty quiet throughout the day, and whatever was on his mind was still gnawing at him.

You snuggled up to him when he climbed into bed, drawing imaginary shapes onto his chest. "Jungkook..."

"Yeah?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

Immediately, he looked at you, pulling your chin towards him. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know. You just seem distant these past couple of days."

Was he that obvious, he thought. Shit. He was awful at hiding his feelings. Not that he should, because you deserved to know the truth. He knew that the more he put it off, the more it destroyed him.

"There's a lot on my mind, and I'll tell you soon. I promise," he stated, softly caressing your cheek.

Could you have been the annoying girlfriend and tried to get it out of him? Probably yes - but you weren't one to talk because you also had things you needed to tell him - about your miscarriage and your mother.

Peering up at him, you could see his eyes glisten, so whatever was on his mind, you figured it was serious. You croaked out a ‘kay’ before kissing his chest, your hand laying across his stomach, clutching him closely. You just hoped that whatever it was, you'd be able to weather through it together.

✨ next ~ a blast from the past: part three

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kinktober day 15 - pegging

Pairing: Ralph x GN!Reader

Summary: You convince Ralph to try something new in your relationship.

Warnings: Strong language, smut, strap-on, pegging, anal (m receiving).

A/N: The reader is from the future (or the present, whichever way u wanna look at it).

"We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable." You told Ralph, noticing how he was fumbling with his fingers as he stood in front of you. "I just thought it might be fun."

He just shook his head rapidly. "Oh no, I...I want to, I do. It's just...I've never done it before."

"Neither have I." You chuckled. "So you're definitely sure yeah?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

"Alright then." You grinned, a jolt of excitement passing through you as you waved your hand over to your bed.

Ralph awkwardly walked towards your bed with you following behind him, and you guided him to sit down before placing your hands on either side of his face, leaning down to gently press your lips against his.

When you pulled away, you moved to rest your hands on his shoulders, climbing onto his lap.

"You doing okay Ralphie?" You asked him, moving to press a kiss just below his jawline as you fiddled with the buttons of his shirt.

He nodded, his hands coming to rest on your hips as you left a trail of kisses down his neck, stopping when you got to his shirt collar.

You leaned back to finish unbuttoning his shirt and then you carefully slipped it off him, the thin material sliding down his shoulders.

You noticed how he shuddered slightly at the sudden exposure but you made sure to quickly press your lips against his, hopefully ridding him of any anxiety.

"You're so beautiful Ralph." You mumbled against his lips, your hands coming up to grip his hair. "So pretty."

His hips jerked beneath you then, and you could feel him through his trousers.

You reached down to palm him through the material, smirking against his mouth. "Already so needy for me huh?"

You pulled back to look at him, noticing how much adoration he had in his eyes when he looked up at you.

You climbed off him then, waving your finger at his trousers. "Off." You instructed.

He did as you said, standing up and quickly pushing his trousers down his legs, his underwear going with them. And now he was completely bare before you, a nervous smile on his lips as he looked at you.

"Are you still doing okay baby?" You asked him, already working on removing your own clothes.

He nodded. "Yes my love."

"Alright, I'm going to need you to lie on your stomach now."

He turned and walked back over to the bed then, lying down with his back to you.

And once you'd removed your clothes, you stepped towards him, coming to straddle his legs on the bed.

"Are you ready?" You asked.

"Yes."

You reached over to your nightstand, retreiving a bottle of lube from your drawer, and then you proceeded to put some of it in your hand, discarding the bottle and bringing your hand down to swirl your finger around his hole, making his hips jerk into the mattress slightly.

You spread the substance around his flesh for a moment and after a few more strokes of your finger, you finally sank one inside of him, making him groan into the sheets.

"You're doing so good for me Ralph." You spoke softly, leaning down to press kisses along his back, your finger moving slowly inside him. "Such a good boy."

He moaned softly, his hands fisting the sheets as you continued your movements inside of him.

"That's it." You hummed, his body starting to relax a bit now as you fingered him. "You're doing so well."

He let out a strangled moan when you added a second finger, stretching him even more now as he squirmed beneath you. "Oh...(y/n)."

Ralph was letting out rapid breaths now as he tensed beneath you, his hands still desperately gripping the sheets as you stretched him open. And after a few more minutes of pumping your fingers inside of him, you carefully slipped them out, eliciting a quiet groan from him.

"Are you ready for more?" You asked, climbing off the bed now to approach your nightstand.

Ralph nodded, still trying to catch his breath as he remained where he was on the bed, waiting for you to retreive your dildo.

You carefully strapped it around your hips, coming to straddle his legs again on the bed.

"You ready for me to fuck you Ralphie?" You asked him, lathering your dildo with lube as you hovered over him.

"Yes." He said, his voice eager as he waited for you.

You gently rubbed your hand over his lower back when you lined your cock up with his entrance, slowly pushing inside him. And Ralph let out a strangled sound as you stretched him open.

"You okay?"

"Mhm." He nodded, his breathing ragged as he squirmed beneath you.

"Just tell me if you want to stop, okay?"

"Okay."

After giving him some time to adjust, you started to push a little bit deeper inside him, earning a quiet whimper from him.

"That's it." You said encouragingly, a small smile tugging at your lips as you watched your cock inching further into his hole. "You're doing so good for me baby."

He moaned again as you started to slowly thrust in and out of him, your hand still caressing the smooth skin of his lower back as you moved.

Ralph could already feel himself coming undone before you, the pleasure becoming too much to bare as you fucked him. This was a completely foreign experience for him and he had to say, he was certainly enjoying it. Another moan fell from his lips then as he felt his release already coming close.

"Are you close Ralph?" You asked him, revelling in the sight of him beneath you, the way he was panting, desperately gripping the sheets as you fucked him.

He just nodded, groaning quietly when you started to pick up your pace inside him, thrusting your hips a little harder now as you brought him to his release.

Within minutes, he was trembling beneath you, strangled moans falling from his throat as you continued your movements inside him.

"That's it baby, come for me." You smiled, bringing your hands around to grip his hips, allowing you to keep up your pace inside of him.

"Oh, (y/n)!" He cried out, his warm release finally spilling out of him as pleasure wracked through his body. "Wow!"

You pulled out of him then, coming around to lift his chin so you could press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Did that feel good Ralph?"

He nodded, a look of pure bliss in his eyes as he smiled at you. "Incredible."

A/N: I honestly don't know how I feel about this but yeah I hope it was okay. <3 (also, this was my first time writing pegging so please just bare that in mind before you judge aha)

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myrmica · 3 months

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...2022/11/27 | Bye Bye Items (Lifesteal Smp)*** | Mapicbutlive ?v=dXVBDRo63G4

...so apparently they ended call with Zam and then Mapicc immediately went back to telling Roshambo to throw out his duped items. and. his best argument is. we hurt Zam with duping.

this is wildly over-detailed sorry i just am disguising liveblogging as 'clip suggestions' what to Tell You About Things

9:38-10:00 Mapicc's reasons to throw them away: everything Zam said + "also we're hurting people with them. PS Zam" "okay I do feel kind of guilty about that" "Really?" 11:42-54 "Because it's blood wealth! And we don't need it—because we don't need it to show power, we don't need to be Don to show power and we also don't need to hurt the people close to us to show power" 13:28-48 "I'm only throwing the items because… I hurt Zam… and… if there's anything we can do to repair that, then I will." ellipses not for ellision but to indicate how slowly Roshambo says this 18:27-58 "you said "non-server impacting"" tbh this one's just funny. that they earlier decided duped ender pearls count as "non-server impacting" is. ok tbf given how casually they use them i can see how they might get there, just,

anyway then i kid you not mapicc's like ~we should build a new base~ ~at this snowy mountain~ like. what. ok. you two can too. that might as well happen.

31:46-32:27 um terrain talk... i don't remember what "you were letting him lie to you" is referring back to... 50:30-51:02 ??professional conduct in streaming... mapicc is mo[u]rning... 54:45 their sleep schedules are a horror show btw 55:25-36 you want to frame? zam's helmet? for your 'fallen comrade'?? no at this point i am not actually surprised 55:39-56:10 "even if you are doing lore you don't have to be depressed all the time" / "the entire server got destroyed so I mean" / "and whose fault is that" / "mine" / "no it's mine!" "I want credit!" 56:12-57:09 oh so roshambogames agrees with you on "I have a hard time remembering what happens in a Lifesteal video after I’ve seen it, because of how much information is thrown at you at once, and how much of it doesn’t really matter to me when it’s presented this way." ...also apparently Mapicc's dupe war video is already out, i recall hearing it ends 'we will totally do more 😈', detriments to fast upload schdul perhaps...

THIS IS SUCH AN INTERESTING ONE. "we're hurting zam!" (proceeds to hurt him way more, way worse.) fascinating. fascinating. the way mapicc talks about zam here makes me think about how, going forward, mapicc will talk like he thinks zam still has duped items. so either he's lying about thinking that to get under zam's skin, or the genuine belief that zam was being honest about his motives there deteriorated over time... like it isn't new information that mapicc Cares about zam, that's what motives everything he does during castle arc. but the way that he's having to like, strong arm ro into caring, on the argument that what they did hurt zam and that fact should matter. and later down the line zam will be very willing to entertain the idea that ro was "the problem" in team awesome, you know?

#m #asks #lifesteal #clips added ✔️#was this base they built just never used after this i have Never seen this thing before in my life. crazy if true #so much base-building. so much significance afforded to bases in s4.#also my sleep schedule is worse. can't even comment on that part. i am worse

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mageofseven · 1 year

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heyyy, can i get a match up?

U can match me up w anyone lolol

so uhm, ig my hobbies r video games, playing electric guitar.. watching movies/kdramas. Sometimes i watch anime,, music (i mostly listen to kpop, metal and rock 😭), dancing. My hobbies change a lot, but these r like my main ones that dont rlly change if that makes any sense..

Im an infj 4w5. Im also a january capricorn loool. I cant take criticism well and i get annoyed easily. Im either extremely sleepy or too energetic, no in between.. i try to get along with everyone. Even if i dont like the person, i try not to get into fights unless its necessary.

Im messy depressy so i make a lot of self deprecating jokes. I act carefree most of the time, but i can have serious/deep convos too. I tend to make jokes out of everything and be sarcastic..

Im interested in psychology and criminology! Oh and science too. I have no clue what I'd like to do w my life though ^○^!!

I tend to lie a lot, like its subconscious at this point lol. Or i manage to get myself into uncomfortable situations with my lying. I also sometimes shut myself in and ignore everyone. I also either talk too much or barely talk,,,

Im a cat person. Ive been a cat person since i was a kid. Ive been obsessed and i still am obsessed with them. Theyre just so cute (゜ロ゜). I dont even know what kind of genre it would be, but i really like animes similar to serial experiments lain. I like horror and coming of age movies, or anything that is sad..

I think this is it. I can be 🐈 anon. Oh and sorry if i said too much shit <//3. Tyyy •☆•

Oh!!! You're a 4w5 just like me! Hello 🥰

And trust me, you said just enough so no worries~

Okay! So let me break down some of your information.

Being an INFJ means your stack function is NiFeTiSe or NiFe.

This means your primary function is Introverted iNtuition. This is the function you use with how you perceive your inner world and how you store information. You collect a lot of info and have the ability to see it all as a whole and focus on the details, making it easier for you to cut through till you find the answer that seems the most likely.

Your auxiliary (or secondary) trait is Extraverted Feelings. This is the function you most use with the external world. This functions focuses on the emotions of others and works to support your Ni.

Next, your ennegram. Being a type 4 means you are creative and unique. You have a deep need to connect with others, but also feel that there are very few people in this world that can understand you. With your Wing being 5, this also shows that you are reserved, intelligent, and introspective.

Being a Capricorn means you are hardworking, direct, and persistent.

Combined with the rest of your information, there has been one Boy who stuck around I'm my head for you.

I pair you with...

Belphie

A chill but depressed person who makes self-deprecating jokes who can switch from cracking jokes to having serious conversations? I found your man easily lol you two already share this together.

I can also see him really appreciate your sleepy and direct traits. I mean, this man gets a new nap buddy to cuddle up to and it's someone he never has to waste brainpower reading between the lines. What you say is what you mean and that makes things so much easier for this sleepy man.

I also see Belphie as the lazy genius kind of dude so I think he could really understand and keep up with you when talk a bunch science-y and would probably share your interest in criminology.

Lastly, your use of Fe would probably be really appreciated by this man, who is also "messy depressy" and needs comfort. Plus, it would make you remind him of Beel, who I see as also being an Fe user.

But ya! So you two have fun cuddling and talking science-y stuff 🤭💕

#matchup requests #🐈 anon #nonnie

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storiesdo · 7 months

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Melanie’s Appointment: Part 4

Doctor Troast came up to my mother and shook her hand, "I'm glad to see you again, how have you been?""We've been fine, just here for another check-up." Doctor Troast then sat down on a small stool next to a computer, "of course, of course, and how long has it been since you were last here?"My mother's eyes looked to the side, and her lips were tightly sealed, "hmm, probably about a year I would say." Dr. Troast wrote on her computer, "About a year, okay, and how old are you now, Amy?"U-uh, 20" I muttered. Dr. Troast shook her head, "Boy, I think working with people of all ages really makes you aware of how fast time goes by.” Dr. Troast stood up and walked over to me, her height rising above me even though I was sitting at a table. She put a blood pressure monitor with velcro on my upper arm and started filling it with air. She started asking me questions, like what I usually eat in a day, and what time I go to bed and usually wake up. Before I knew it, I felt the sleeve come loose, "Well, well," Dr. Troast. Dr. Troast then grabbed the stethoscope that was around her neck and put it in the two earphones, "Let's listen." She put the stethoscope to my chest and made me take a deep breath, then moved her hand to my back. I felt my heartbeat rise as he put her hand under my shirt and pressed the cold steel against my skin. I was hoping my pull up wouldn't poke out the back of my pants, but she didn't say anything. The urge to pee only got stronger throughout and at this point I was about to piss myself. Dr. Troast finished and withdrew her hand, pulling down my shirt. She wrapped her stethoscope around his neck, "Okay, fine, now lie down for me, Melanie." I stared into her face, I didn't move or say anything, but she gently put her hands on my shoulders and guided me back, "Put your feet up and lie on your back, it's okay." At this point I was starting to squirm around a lot so I asked the doctor “can I go to the bathroom first.” Dr Troast shook her head and said “I need you to pee in a cup later but first I need to do vitals and I am waiting for a sample cup.” When I heard her say that I almost lost all control right then but then I realized how sad the whole situation was: I am a 20 year old girl who is wearing an already wet diaper and about to wet it again. I heard the paper on the table crumple as I put my feet up and was lying on my back. I stared at the bright white ceiling, and then I felt Doctor Troast grab the hem of my shirt and lift it just below my chest, completely exposing my stomach. I looked down for a brief moment, and to my horror, I could see the purple of my pull up peeking out the top of my pants just a little bit. I looked at the ceiling again, hoping not to draw attention to it, hoping that, by some miracle, she wouldn't see it. Then I felt Dr. Troast's cold bare hand begin to push and feel around my abdomen, working up and then down, then even lower, until I could feel her fingertips dipping just inside the top of the pull up. Suddenly, Dr Troast pushed a little bit harder then she had been right on my bladder causing my bladder to release. Slowly I felt the seat and crotch of my pull up expand rapidly will warm piss replacing the old clammy feeling. Melanie sat there for what felt like an eternity until eventually the flow stopped. "Still in pull ups?” Dr. Troast asked. "Well, like I said, you're not the only kid your age who still has this problem." Troast then reached her hand between my legs, and I felt her tighten my thick pull up. "It feels like you've had an accident very recently." she said as she pulled down my pants. I could hear the wrinkle my pull up made when my pants slip off my hips. I couldn't help but watch as my pull slowly revealed itself to everyone in the room. Troast continued to pull my pants down until they were at my feet.

As Dr. Troast pulled down my pants, my heart sank even further. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as the embarrassment overwhelmed me. There I was, a 20-year-old woman, exposed in front of my doctor and my own mother, wearing nothing but a wet pull-up and a bra. I wanted to disappear into the ground, to escape this humiliating situation.

Dr. Troast didn't seem phased by the sight, though. She maintained her professionalism, but her expression was one of concern. "Melanie, it's important that we address this issue," she said gently. "I understand it can be embarrassing, but you're not alone. Many young adults struggle with bladder control, and there are treatments available to help."

I nodded, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. I was grateful for Dr. Troast's understanding, but I still felt mortified. How could I be normal if I was still wetting myself often?

The need to run away and hide kept growing until suddenly I felt myself throw myself off the table, fling open the door, and start running down the hall. I kept running for a bit in the labyrinth that was my doctors office until eventually I realized that all I was wearing was a soaking wet Pull-Up and my white lacy bra. Immediately I started to panic and looked around until eventually I found a sign directing to the bathroom. I started to run that way now acutely aware of the wet pull-up dangling between my legs when I heard a door open to my right and saw two figures walk through it. The first one was a doctor and the next one was probably a boy around my age who I eventually realized I knew. It was Jake, a boy from one of my classes who I low key had a huge crush on. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him as he stared at me. I could see his eyes first look at my face recognizing who I am then he looked down and saw my current diapered situation and looked shocked. I once again felt my legs start to move without warning running towards the bathroom sign. I took a left around the corner and went into the bathroom closing the door behind me. I walked across the room and put my back against the door and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. At this point I felt defeated: I was a 20 year old girl wearing a wet pull up diaper sitting on the floor of the bathroom after running into her crush. I put my head in my hands and started to bawl my eyes out. Suddenly I felt my crotch and ass getting warm again and then wetness started to spread under my ass as I slowly realized not only was I wetting myself with no warning but also that my current pull up was at max and was leaking. I was currently sitting in a pool of my own urine wearing a completely destroyed pull up.

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saddarkentruths · 8 months

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I haven't talked to my friend about it yet, but I did put her on "archive" on messenger which basically means u can't see her, but nothing is deleted. And she's on mute, so she can write to me, but it won't pop up on my inbox.

However, if I write to her, she will come back into inbox, but remind muted.

This is something I've done to people when I feel it's too much to see them or the temptation to talk to them, when I have to hold back and not say something in anger or frustration, just out of sight out of mind.

I saw she had sent a message saying she'll press on her bf for when he would meet me, I replied with 👍 then archived her again.

After a while I took a pic of the tea she gave me and told her it was good, then archived again.

She hardly talks to me to begin with, so it's nothing new.

Not much on insta, snap or messenger.

So maybe

Maybe I wouldn't notice her gone?

Would she, or does she think about what will happen if I'm gone?

Maybe her bf is enough..

But if I do meet him I have to stay on track.

Don't show any upset, use the usual silly personality I got going (which is me but I'll obviously be calm when I'm upset), smile and befriend him, maybe?

That will help

I don't think it will

I've already seen the two roads this will go.

It all depends how I will act when I meet him, and then all on his take of me.

If he doesn't like me? Don't want to meet me again?

That's it.

Ultimatum taken.

I'll quickly and quietly be less and less for her, she deserves someone good.

I'm petty, I wouldnt leave her, not for the world. I'm selfish and I know it.

But after all the shit she's been through, despite all, if I have to go for her to be happy?

Then I'll go.

It will hurt, it does hurt, so fucking much.

But at least I'll know I'm not the one who gave the ultimatum

Or am I?

I don't think lying down when realising how much she cares about him goes under this, but maybe I just don't understand it.

Yes I could try and stand up and explain exactly what I see is gonna happen, that ik what's gonna happen, and she knows it does cuz I see it.

And that sounds so stupid now that I'm reading it back.

There's two roads, you're in the middle, do and say this, here's two more roads, and this keeps going until you either realise you went the wrong way or all worked out.

And I already know her, and her emotions, how she's gonna react, and from what I've heard of him, I can see where he's gonna come in, be possessive and steer her away, even tho she says it's fine or he got nothing on her, but it's gonna work, and I see it.

If they do break up and she comes back to me, she can't know I'm cheering inside, but I'll then know its gonna happen again, that maybe I also have to step back and realise we weren't as meant to be as we said.

She's gonna go looking for that "high" again, and maybe that's the time I'll lose her.

I couldn't compete with this, she needs romantic stuff, intimacy and I can't give her any of it.

I just thought she were the same as me when it came to this, but clearly she didn't even know herself

Unless it's all been a lie

Maybe she didn't even know.

What I do know is that if I speak about this, what I feel, I've taken the wrong path, that path doesn't have many other crossroads, and it's not a game u can reload.

So I'll take the quiet road, I'll try to befriend him, it won't work, I already know.

But maybe, I hope, there's still a small chance it will be OK...

Doubt it tho.

#numb #sad post #unsure #all that's left is crying✨#ok but im like crying omg #friendship #sadness #abandoned

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eternal-armin · 2 years

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yellow.

practice didn't go quite as planned, but eddie always has your back. no matter what. reader: neutral. i have fallen way too hard for this man, i am emotionally devastated to be honest. shoutout to all the athletes that are insecure or can't do everything perfectly because you are still incredible athletes. i really hope i captured the essence of this man ;;;

if you messed up during practice, you could usually laugh it off. with a smile, a bright smile, accompanied by a little glimmer in your eyes. it was such a beautiful expression. but the danger came when you didn't have the energy to laugh it off, when you hit your quota for the day.

you don't smile. you don't laugh it off.

admittedly, you do something far worse; you internalize it. how the hell can't you master this footwork? why can't you do four steps correctly? how have you asked three times and still don't understand it?

today... was one of those days.

the car ride back to eddie's trailer had a stifled, one-sided conversation. eddie asked how practice was, asked if you were hungry, talked about hellfire and his band. you responded to questions with a little smile, a nod, or a word. it felt worse not to give any real responses. you felt like shit all around.

maybe the best way to describe it was that you were a guest in your own body. the kind of guest which is uncomfortable with the house, pained and almost disgusted by how bad it creaks and shifts. and the actual host despises the place more than anyone ever could.

"so! how about we get, uh, takeout? for dinner?" eddie looked at you with a smile.

it didn't feel aimed at you, but you managed to return it. "yeah, sure. whatever you'd like is good." your criticisms even bit at the quiet level of your voice, barely audible above the music eddie was playing. you picked up your bag and got out of the car, unable to keep up your smile once you looked away from eddie.

your mind was swimming with everything but good thoughts.

you knew eddie found it strange. not that you always knew what you wanted to eat, of course you didn't. but you'd been dating for months and friends since kindergarten; he could read you like an open book.

he was good at keeping his cool, though. you wished you were the same.

"i'll keep it a surprise, then, rockstar," he cooed, and you cracked a short-lived little smile. you entered the trailer first, taking off your shoes at the door and slumping your bag against the wall.

"i'm gonna... uh, lay down for a minute. kinda tired." you did your best to modulate your voice, to sound perfectly fine. of course, the moment you stepped into his trailer, you wanted to cry.

"yeah, of course. whatever you need. d'you want me to order it now? or wait a bit till you're feelin' okay?" against your better judgment, you looked up at him. your heart ached, seeing how much care and admiration was in his eyes, the eyes that were looking only at you. that bright grin meant only for you. why couldn't you return his gaze? why couldn't you return his grin anymore?

"no. no, u-uh, you can order it now. i'll probably be fine by the time it's ready."

"probably? with your super-healing? jeez, practice must've been absolutely brutal today. what the fuck are your coaches on?"

"no, it wasn't a hard practice or anything," you mumbled, rubbing the inside of your elbow. "didn't sleep well last night so i was sluggish on the court, that's all. caught a ball to the head. so is it okay if i lie down?"

eddie looked at you for just a second longer before nodding. you weren't lying about the ball-to-head incident, he could tell that much, but you weren't telling the whole truth, either.

"of course you can, bunny! i'll call in the order."

even though the nickname was a joke, you had never felt more undeserving of it. you nodded, lacking the energy for a smile, dropping your gaze and heading to his room.

if you weren't already criticizing yourself to hell and back, now you felt terrible for how you had talked with eddie. barely able to meet his eyes with a voice like a kid who scraped their knee and was trying to act tough. you were such a coward. he was your boyfriend, out of all people you should be able to talk to him. but you couldn't, as with so much else in your life.

the moment the bedroom door closed behind you, your vision blurred. you collapsed onto the bed, greeted by a comfort you adored and desired most of the time. now it just felt so weird. laying in the bed of a stranger.

the only thing worse than crying, in your opinion, was having to cry silently. because there was someone on the other side you wanted to believe that you were okay.

it was so surprisingly hard to cry silently this time around. all you could think about was everything you had failed at.

how you couldn't even master four. steps. four steps and you couldn't do it? how could you ever call yourself an athlete or even a player if four steps got the better of you? how could eddie call you his bunny if you could barely manage to jump anymore? you were as deserving of that nickname as a snail.

you allowed yourself to be flooded with these thoughts, yet another mistake on your part, letting your body rest while achingly silent tears cascaded down your temples and wet the circles under your eyes. even though it hurt not to make a sound, it felt good to cry. it was an odd incentive to continue, the weight leaving your shoulders. a good cry sometimes was healthy. but still, you loathed how much of a crybaby you were being.

it was no surprise that you heard eddie knock on the door a few minutes later to a melody you didn't remember. the gentle hum of him ordering food had been silent for a few seconds.

mustering up whatever remaining strength you could, and swallowing the lump in your throat, you responded with the best "yeah?" you could.

why did you have to be so damn sensitive? why?

"may i come in?" eddie hummed in a sing-song sort of voice. as lively as he usually sounded, you could hear the worry lacing his tone.

you were a mess right now, but there was no way in hell you could turn him away. you harshly rubbed away your tears with the butt of your hand, taking a deep breath to try and steady yourself. "yeah, of course."

he poked his head in first. it was endlessly adorable, as it was every time. his grin disappeared once he saw you- more specifically, the fact that you were crying. you didn't meet his eyes.

"you doin' okay?..." he pressed his lips together for a second. "dumb question. i can see you aren't. yeah, dumb question, dumb as hell." eddie stepped inside, crouching next to the bed, as close to you as he could get. "well, first off, no one said any bullshit to you, right?" all of a sudden concern turned to a papa bear-esque protectiveness.

he knew how to make you smile.

"no, eddie. no one said anything to me." your voice was soft and hoarse. it was a far cry from the confident, at-ease voice you usually had. you turned onto your side, now facing him, but staring at the bed instead of hazarding a glance at eddie.

"ohhh, so you said it to yourself."

even after all these years, you were still surprised when he knew.

"from your silence, i take it i'm right on the money, honey." eddie's voice became a sweet mix of compassion and comfort. he knew how it felt to be insecure over shitty stuff and excessively beat yourself up over it. and just like you had done for him, he was determined to get you out of the funk of 'failure'.

you nodded slightly. he reached out and cupped your cheek. it was a greatly confusing gesture- on one hand, it brought you a level of comfort that made you want to cry happy tears. on the other hand, why did he care to do it?

"i'm gonna be straight with you. whatever voice is telling you that you did a shit job today, isn't worth a second of your time. i don't care what you think you failed at- which is nothing, by the way, you didn't fail at anything- you still tried, didn't you?" eddie spoke with such confidence it almost rubbed off on you.

"...i did try."

"that's my [y/n]." his eyes glittered with pride, same as his smile. he ran his thumb back and forth on your cheek, slowly, and you found yourself relaxing, heart beating to the rhythm he set. "you don't need to win every time, [y/n]- and you don't need to do it perfectly every time. perfect is bullshit, shortcake- it's okay to need to practice, it's okay to walk instead of run. you've got plenty of time to get better. and you're already damn talented! whether or not you can do everything doesn't detract from that. and that is a fact. alright?"

eddie's eyes never left yours, neither did they lose their care, their admiration, their love, and- odd only to you- their pride. it amazed you that he could still be proud of you after seeing you like this.

"thank you, eddie." and still hoarseness clung to your voice, but this time it didn't drag down the warmth in it. what more could you say?

well, you had so much you wanted to say. it was more like what more could you put into words.

"i'm always here for you, bunny!" seeing you happy again made the world seem brighter and more colorful. he rocked forward to press a chipper kiss to your lips, which you returned with a smile he could feel.

"also, also, don't even think about apologizing for anything, just- by the way. no apologies for the next 48 hours." lingering just a few centimeters away, eddie could read your mind clear as day. he still found it pretty.

"i... okay, fine, i won't." you exaggerated your defeat and your huff of a sigh, sharing a quiet chuckle with eddie.

"good. so, rockstar, d'you wanna come with me to pick up the grub? or do you wanna chill here with some fluffy blankets? i'm makin' it known now, if you stay back you're on movie duty."

honestly, either way it was a win-win.

"yeah, i could choose the movie, but i wanna watch what you wanna watch." besides, you really didn't want to be alone. it would be nice to go with him.

"holy shit, well aren't you just the most precious thing ever." pink dusted your cheeks from what he said- moreso the way he said it. this time, his voice softened. eddie certainly made you feel like the most precious thing ever, with his gaze and his compliments. his grin grew ever cheekier when he noticed your cheeks. not red from exercise, not red from frustrated crying, but red because he was teasing and praising you.

it was so cute.

you rubbed your eyes again, willing away the puffiness and tears that still managed to stick around. "makes two of us."

"damn right it does." eddie planted a kiss on your forehead. "wanna head out now? we could chill for a while and listen to music if we're early."

"that sounds nice. just, uh, maybe i should change out of my practice uniform before we go.."

"whatever you want, rockstar. i'll meet you outside." he pecked your lips a few times, each accented with a 'mwah', until you were giggling again. "love you."

"love you more."

"bull-shit, rockstar. said with lovvee."

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

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comfortbucky · 3 years

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hey hey! can u do some fluffy bucky about having to share a hotel room w u and there’s only one bed!!!! and he’s trying to be respectful n stuff but man does he have the fattest crush on u! thank u <333

HEY HEY YES OMFGGG THE ONE BED TROPE (ur mind😌🤝)

i’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO COME SO SOON

𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘁𝘀 ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ｡˚

pairing: bucky x fem!avenger!reader

tags: enemies(?) to lovers BABYYYY, angst, fluff

A/N: i almost always write about tfatws!bucky in mind but let me try and branch out by writing about avenger!bucky hehe

i hope u enjoy🥺💗i absolutely loved this prompt and loved writing this!!!! (it is almost 4am for me as i am posting this :) i’m insane :))

this oneshot will not be following the canon timeline!

word count: 2k

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“Stick to the plan, Y/N.” Steve’s voice came through over the intercom. She rolled her eyes at his warning. He always seemed to be extra cautious with her, making her feel like an unimportant member of the team, and this mission was no different.

“I got this,” she said, completely ignoring his request and charging headfirst at the enemy. Her brash decision resulted in her receiving a heavy beat down, ending up with a split lip and fractured ribs.

Needless to say, Steve was pissed. He and Y/N developed a close friendship over the years, during his search for Bucky. She was oftentimes the one who would stay up all night with him, looking for any trace of Bucky’s existence online. She’d become one of the closest people in his life, which is exactly why he was upset with her, endangering her own life.

After the mission, he confronted her at the base camp.

“You could’ve gotten killed!”

“But I didn’t,” she snapped back. “And the mission was a success anyways, so I don’t get why you’re so mad right now.”

Steve closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“It’s reckless behavior like this that’s eventually going to get you killed, Y/N.”

Bucky walked into the room and immediately regretted his decision as soon as he laid his eyes on Y/N. He’d come to foster an animosity towards her, after seeing her close friendship with Steve. After Bucky joined the Avengers, he noticed how much time they spent together, and jealousy started to fester within him. Steve was the only person he felt comfortable being around in the tower and she constantly took him away from Bucky. Everyone else seemed to have an aversion to him, or so he assumed. He never gave anyone the chance to get to know him, locking himself up in his room most hours of the day. Bucky didn’t think anyone would want to get to know an ex-assassin, especially one that killed the Tony Stark’s parents. She was the one thing that kept Steve away from him and he despised it. So Bucky did what he did best and avoided any sort of interaction with her.

Steve looked at Bucky and suddenly, an idea popped in his head. He had noticed how closed-off Bucky had been since joining the Avengers and refused to let Y/N be alone, worried that she might make another brazen decision. He hatched a plan to kill 2 birds with 1 stone.

“Bucky,” Steve said, making his way over to him. “You and Y/N will be assigned to the same room tonight.”

Bucky choked on his own spit in response and Y/N began to protest.

“You’re not serious, right?” Steve turned to face her with a stern expression.

“You’re not giving me any reason to trust you to be alone.” She let out a defeated sigh and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Why me?” Bucky asked, trying to figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Because I trust you, Buck. I need you to do this for me.”

Bucky could see the desperation in Steve’s eyes and reluctantly nodded.

Steve was able to obtain another key card to the hotel room that Y/N was assigned to for the mission. He forgot to take into account the logistics of the sleeping arrangements, leaving Bucky to find a single bed as he entered Y/N’s room.

Bucky froze, his right hand on the door handle, keeping it open, his left hand by his side, holding his duffel bag. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what to do, when Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Relax,” she started, motioning for him to come inside. “I’ll sleep on the floor, alright?”

Y/N knew that Bucky didn’t like her, despite Steve trying to convince her otherwise. It hurt her feelings a bit, especially after she’d learned so much about him through both Steve’s stories and the time she spent tracking him down. He was such an important person to Steve, her close friend, and Bucky hated her. At first, she figured he was shy and wasn’t ready to open up to anyone else, especially after all the trauma he endured. But she realized he actively disliked her over time, with Bucky always leaving the room when she entered or ignoring her offers to hang out with her and Steve. Eventually, she gave up on reaching out to Bucky, as she only seemed to upset him further, no matter what she did. She figured it was for the best.

Bucky stepped into the room and shook his head.

“Bed’s too soft for me anyways, I’ll take the floor,” he grumbled.

Y/N shrugged in response, knowing that Bucky would be too stubborn to try and argue against. She turned around and picked up the phone, calling the front desk to ask for extra blankets and pillows. When she hung up the phone, she turned back to Bucky to see him nod in thanks.

The rest of the night was silent, as they both prepared for bed, taking turns going into the bathroom to wash up and change. While Y/N was in the bathroom, Bucky arranged the extra blankets and pillows into a makeshift bed on the ground, something that he’d done countless times before. Y/N exited the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt that covered her shorts, and placed her toiletries bag in one of the hotel dresser drawers.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Bucky grunted in response, grabbing some clothes and a bag headed for the bathroom.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he stated, just before shutting the door behind him. Y/N scoffed at his comment, gently climbing into bed, in an attempt to not further injure her ribs. She winced as she tried to get into a comfortable position before settling to sleep on the side of her unaffected ribs.

Bucky emerged from the bathroom to see Y/N lying on her left side, her back towards him. He assumed that she had already fallen asleep and quietly crawled into his makeshift bed.

Approximately 10 minutes had passed, when he heard her sniffling. At first, he thought the noise was coming from outside the window, but he traced it back to her. He remained lying on his back for a moment, deciding whether or not to say something. Bucky sighed before speaking.

“You okay?” Y/N immediately stiffened upon hearing Bucky’s voice. She was hoping that he wouldn’t hear her crying, despite his super soldier hearing abilities.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied back, her voice wavering as she spoke. Y/N hated how weak and pathetic she sounded in that moment. Her fractured ribs made it hard for her to breathe and the adrenaline, that was previously shielding her from the pain, had faded, leaving her to lie there in agony. On top of that, she also felt that this mission solidified her belief that Steve had little faith in her ability to be an Avenger. The last thing she wanted to do right now, was to confess her insecurities to Bucky.

Bucky’s attitude softened, hearing Y/N’s voice crack when she spoke. He knew she’d gotten hurt due to her own, dumb, decision during the mission. Bucky quietly pulled his blankets off and stood up, leaving the room without saying another word. As soon as the door shut, Y/N burst into tears. Bucky did exactly as he’d done in the past many times before, leave. She wasn’t sure why this time upset her more than the rest. Probably because she knew that he was aware of her crying and he’d still chosen to abandon her completely.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, causing her to stop crying. Y/N listened to Bucky’s footsteps growing closer, and felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat on the edge she was facing towards. She peered over the blanket she was covering her face with, to see Bucky facing her, holding a bag of ice, wrapped in a towel. Bucky’s heart sank at the sight of her glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks in the moonlight.

“For your ribs,” he spoke softly, gesturing to the ice bag in his hands.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Y/N took the bag from him, attempting to slowly sit up. She closed her eyes as she grimaced, and suddenly felt a hand on her back, helping her up. Her eyes opened to reveal Bucky, with a soft smile on his lips. She silently thanked him again, placing the ice bag on the right side of her ribcage.

“Thought you hated me,” she mumbled, keeping her gaze down on her lap. He furrowed his brows, keeping his eyes on her.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Well, you definitely don’t like me.”

Bucky paused at her comment, thinking about his next words, before responding.

“I don’t like that you take up all of Steve’s free time,” he grumbled, causing Y/N to quickly look up at Bucky, his eyes averting her gaze. Her face fell, immediately realizing why Bucky had treated her so coldly all this time. He just missed his friend.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her in response. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting her to be so kind and understanding, even coming up with multiple points to argue back at her. He realized then that he didn’t know her at all, but that he wanted to now. In an instant, she became an entirely different person. He studied her eyes and wondered if they had always sparkled like that, if her cheeks were naturally rosy, or if her lips had always been so pink and plump.

His expression softened and he cleared his throat. “It’s fine,” he muttered, tearing himself away from her gaze to look down at his lap. After a moment of silence, Bucky stood up to return back to the floor.

“Stay.” The words left Y/N’s mouth before she had time to process them. Bucky froze and turned to face her. “I mean, if you want to, of course. Just figured the floor must be super uncomfortable for you.” Y/N felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and kicked herself mentally. She looked down at her hands, regretting the words she spoke, before feeling the bed dip again. She looked up to see Bucky. He smiled and she almost melted at the sight.

She shifted over, putting the ice bag on the nightstand, as Bucky crawled into bed next to her. The two rested on their backs, both staring at the ceiling in silence. Bucky remained at a respectful distance away, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Y/N turned on her left side, her good side, to face him.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me.”

Bucky turned on his side to face her before responding.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

A strand of her hair had fallen in front of her face and Bucky, instinctively, reached out a hand to tuck it behind her ear. Immediately, he regretted it, about to pull his hand back when Y/N took her hand and placed it on top of his, guiding it to rest on her cheek. He cupped her face in his hand and she leaned into his embrace. Bucky felt his heart rate increase as she moved her body closer to his, wrapping the arm she used to hold his hand on her face, across his side. He shifted towards her as well, wrapping his arm around her body, bringing her closer to him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, nervous that he might have somehow misinterpreted the situation. He hadn’t been with a woman in such an intimate way in years and had no idea what he was doing. Y/N looked up at him and nodded, before snuggling her face into his chest and Bucky felt a wave of calm wash over him.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Y/N mumbled, her face pressed into his chest. He chuckled at the vibrations from her voice and kissed her temple, smoothing her hair back.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to, honey.”

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