#I’m BEING SO CRINGE RN HIDES IN MY CORNER

[smokbeast]

me when IM NOT FUCKING NORMALLL..

[3d-wifey]

Temptation Sings

Pairing: Ryūnosuke Tanaka x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Smut, fluff, senpai kink, p*rn watching, implied bisexual reader, excessive use of the word "babe" & some curse words

A/N: The senpai kink is sort of one-sided, but what kink isn't 💀 and the title is sort of based off a lyric from Super Freak by Rick James. Also, those are actual lines from a Hentai, but I fucking lost it half way through so I had to improvise. Anyway, this is over 3,000 words of straight dog water. Enjoy!

Synopsis: You ride Tanaka while watching hentai

"What kind of porn do you watch?"

"What?" Tanaka let out a quick bark of laughter before staring at you with wide eyes. His hand was frozen over the bowl of popcorn as he turned his full attention to you. The two of you had been dating for over a year now, yet, you've never had sex.

Sure, there had been some over the clothes stuff before. Some tops off heavy petting, some groping while making out, but it had never progressed past that. Not for a lack of trying, of course. Anytime you could find time to hang out alone, something would always interrupt you.

You weren't a virgin, but you didn't have much experience, so, naturally, you were more than a little nervous. And Tanaka, bless his soul, was pretty understanding. As long as you two could still make out and he could grab your ass, he seemed fine. But, he's still a teenage boy, no matter how respectful. He could only handle being blue balled so many times. And you wholeheartedly felt the same way.

This seemed like the best way to go about it. Establishing a common interest in what you both liked to get the ball rolling.

"Porn. I know you watch it, Ryuu. So...what kind?" You sat up on your side of the bed and leaned against the headboard, knowingly making him eye level with your breast. Nothing wrong with a little incentive.

"Okay, wow. You're serious. Um," he stuttered, eyes flickering over your chest and back to your eyes, before a blush settled flooded his cheeks, "You're just gonna laugh." He moved his gaze over to the movie playing on the laptop, avoiding eye contact. Was he embarrassed? He should know by now that you didn't judge.

You wouldn't be dating him if you did.

"I promise I won't laugh, baby. Look, I'll go first," you moved the bowl of popcorn off his lap and grabbed his hands to pull him up, "Pay attention."

"Wha–"

"There's Amateur, Lesbian," you ignored his questioning look and kept going, "Creampie, Fingering, Solo male and female, Public, and Taboo. That's all I can think of off the top of my head. You like any of that?"

He stared at you slack-jawed. Had you been too forward? You thought if you were honest about it, you both could be comfortable with each other. You watched in anticipation as he moved his gaze from you to the ceiling.

"Thank you, God," he whispered, almost on the verge of tears, "I must truly be blessed."

"Are you serious, Ryuu," you scoffed, hitting his arm to hide how relieved you really were, "You made me anxious for nothing!"

"That is so hot, babe," he grinned excitedly, moving to sit on his knees with his legs folded under him, "All that stuff sounds cool, and we're definitely gonna come back to that lesbian thing later, but I usually just watch...Hentai." He cleared his throat, scratching his cropped hair.

You pulled the laptop over to you and paused the movie playing. Pulling up the browser, you typed "Hentai" in the search bar, and hesitated for a second.

Hentai. Of course, it was hentai. You weren't surprised in the least that he got off to cartoon characters fucking. In fact, you expected it. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date him. You briefly wondered what kind he watched before it hit you.

Oh, yeah, you thought, he'd like that.

"What are you doing, babe?" He questioned. You paid his nervous laughter no mind as you queued up the perfect video. You were a genius.

_

"Are you okay with this, Kasuri?"

"I've been telling you that it's okay!"

You watched as the small girl pushed the boy on the ground and climbed on his hips to straddle him backward. To your complete surprise, you were actually kind of invested in the plot. Sure, some of the lines made you cringe and the ethics behind the sister trying to fuck her brother were a bit iffy, but, somehow, it was keeping you entertained.

The less than spectacular writing didn't seem to be affecting Ryuu any. With how much he jerked off to this kind of stuff, you figured he was probably used to it.

"I want you to take it...take me Senpai."

You felt Tanaka stiffen up beside you before quickly relaxing. Well, more like you felt him force himself to relax. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he subtly, or as subtle as Tanaka could be, adjusted himself in his sweats.

He was trying very hard to hide how much the video was affecting him; however, you always found Tanaka easy to read. The furrow of his brows, the twitch of his muscles, the restless tapping of his fingers along his thigh—all of it was effortlessly understood like the words of a well-loved book.

He was holding himself back for some reason that you couldn't find the effort in yourself to figure out, but he wasn't the only one affected.

"You have to tell me what you like. You have to teach me, senpai."

There was that stiffening again.

You placed your hand high on his tense thigh, completely ignoring the eyes burning into the side of your face. Unlike Ryuu, you were a fantastic actor. You decided you would wait for him to fully relax, or be as relaxed as any teenage boy could be while watching porn before you would strike.

You waited for the moment his leg softened under your hand and oddly enough it was at the point in the video where they showed a very detailed shot of the boy coming inside of the girl. He probably thought it was ending soon. Little did he know you were going in for the kill.

You cuddled further under his arm before you looked up at him with imploring eyes.

"Do you wanna do that...with me, senpai?"

It was just like any other kink, you rationalized. It was on par with the guys who were into being called 'Daddy' or 'Sir' or some other title. It didn't do anything for you, but if your magnificent hunk of a boyfriend got turned on by being called senpai, you were more than happy to go along with it.

"Well?" You prompted when he said nothing and gawked at you like a test he didn't study for.

"What did you call—is this—are we actually about to—" His wide eyes switched between you and the computer screen before deciding you were far more entertaining.

Instead of answering his stammering, you rose to your knees to pull the sundress over your head. You unhooked your bra and threw it off the bed with no regard for where it landed. It was a shame it wasn't one of your cuter ones, but you doubted Ryuu cared.

Your hands paused on the waistband of your panties when you realized he was frozen beside you, eyes flickering over your body like he didn't know where he should look.

"Am I gonna be the only one naked?" You would have thought he was on the court with how fast he jumped off the bed.

You watched from his bed as he struggled to get out of his clothes. It was adorable how excited he was, but he wasn't the only one. You've been waiting nearly thirteen months for this and you were practically vibrating out of your skin.

You were content to watch him almost bust his ass as he tried to get his sweats off when you remembered something.

"We don't need a condom. I'm on birth control." You started birth control years ago to handle your irregular periods, but it also came with the added benefit of Ryuu being able to cream you like a Twinkie.

He stared at you for a second with a blank face before closing his eyes with his hands clasped together...almost like he was praying? You heard him whisper something suspiciously along the lines of him being blessed before he practically bounded up to you like a hyper puppy

Probably not the best analogy to be made in your current situation, but it was true! He was bouncing on the balls of his feet and shaking his hands out like he always did before a match. You briefly wondered if he ever did this before. He never told you if he got this far with any of his exes and you never asked.

At that moment, you decided it didn't matter what he did before because you would be the best he ever had.

Your hands shot forward to pull his underwear down before pausing.

"Is... Is this okay?" You asked, hands hovering over his boxer briefs. For the first time during the entire affair, you were hesitant. What if you were pushing too fast? You hadn't exactly asked anything. You just gave out demands and he followed. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you ended up pressuring him into this.

"I—," he stopped, staring down at you with wide eyes and for a split second, your heart stopped, "Are you kidding, babe? God, yes, it's okay!"

You honest to God giggled when you pulled him onto the bed with you and clamored onto his lap, like the stereotypical school girl. You calmed yourself down enough to just look at him. The way he gazed at you with a year's worth of pent-up desire made slick dampen the seat of your panties.

"You're just—you're beautiful. God, I love you so so much," the sincerity in his voice was amplified by the goofy grin he gazed up at you with and the blush on the apples of his tan cheeks, "you know that, right?"

One look at Ryuu and even a blind man could see how much he loved you. It was a good thing his feelings were mutual or it'd be pretty embarrassing.

"I love you too, idiot," your hand settled on the back of his close-cropped head to pull him into a kiss. And in typical Tanaka fashion, he kissed you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. He kissed like his only goal was to leave you as breathless as you made him. And he always succeeded.

"Now," you took a deep breath, "are you gonna fuck me, senpai?"

The groan he let out against your lips was more than enough of an answer for you.

You rushed to pull your panties off, thanking whoever was watching over you that it wasn't one with holes or bleach stains on it.

You reached to pull him out of his boxers, but he beat you to it. It gave you pause how he whipped it out like it was nothing to gawk at.

A little over half the length of your forearm, his dick was nothing to scoff at. He was the same width as your wrist with a thick vein running up the underside of his shaft.

Not the first dick you've seen but by far the biggest. Your heart rate picked up as you thought of the logistics of how he'd even fit inside you. You'd probably have trouble with just the tip.

You pulled the foreskin back to see precum already collecting at the angry red head. He jerked when you took the heavy weight of his dick into your hand and you could barely wrap your fingers around him. You didn't think he'd be so sensitive but you called yourself thankful for it. Easier to tease.

You rubbed his tip against the opening of your pussy and pulled away, strings of slick still connecting you. You repeated the action a few times before taking pity on your poor boyfriend. You used his quiet moans as motivation as you pushed his head past your tight hole.

You hissed at the unexpected stretch. The burn veering on the side of uncomfortable, but not painful. You couldn't tell if it was because of how long it had been since the last time you had sex with anyone or if it was because of the sheer size of him.

You decided it was the latter as you tried to take more of him.

"Here," you grabbed one of his thumbs and rubbed it over your clit in quick circles. The callused pad pleasurably rough against the slick covered bud. Luckily, he caught on quickly and kept up the pace as you tried to sink further down. The ache in your walls added to the pleasure on your clit.

You sighed once you finally reached the base. You hadn't expected this much effort would go into just taking him.

He was panting hard, eyes closed and struggling to hold still enough to let you adjust.

"Okay," you breathed, "okay." You slowly rose to your knees and peeked at his dick as it came out coated with your slick, before driving yourself back down with a moan. You settled your hands on his shoulders as you picked up a rhythm.

"You're such a badass, babe," he praised and you would have laughed if him shoving himself into you, thrust for thrust, didn't fuck a series of moans out of you.

You peppered quick kisses against his lips as you drove yourself up and down. You ran the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip before nipping at it. He eagerly took the hint and opened his mouth to you. You swallowed his groans as your hand slid up to the front of his neck and squeezed, tongues pressing together in an openmouthed kiss.

When you pulled away, his eyes flickered between your bouncing breasts, where his dick split you open, and your lidded eyes.

"I've dreamed of this for so long," you moaned as his hand resumed its motion on your sensitive clit. How he was able to piece together coherent sentences was beyond you, "Wanted you so bad, baby. So. Bad."

The headboard slammed into the wall as you sped up your pace. You were lucky you two were the only ones in the house.

"That's right, babe. Bounce on Senpai's dick. Fuck," he cursed, voice cracking when you swiveled your hips, "You like that, don't you? My pretty girl." You didn't want to admit it, but the senpai thing was really doing it for you. Not the actual word, but the sheer affect it had on him.

You can't say you were surprised by how talkative he was, his dirty words dripping over your overheating body like rich syrup. If you knew watching porn would lead to this, you would have done it ages ago.

His big hands used his grip on your ass to rock you back and forth at a faster pace. You relaxed your legs and let him take the lead, pulling his head towards your chest. The animated girl's moans on the computer combined with Tanaka's and created a harmony that pushed you closer to your release.

You moaned freely into his neck as the change of positions dragged your swollen clit over his pelvis with every buck of your hips. Sweaty bodies pushing and pulling against each other in a motion that was more grinding than riding.

Wet and sticky slaps echoed around the room, punctuated by the meat of your ass meeting his wet thighs. Thighs made wet by your juices collecting at the base of his cock.

Your release bubbled low in your stomach, steadily being pushed higher with every one of Tanaka's sloppy thrusts. It pulled heavily from below your naval, expanding to the point where you felt like you could burst. You weren't a virgin—this wasn't your first time, but, God, it felt like it was. And it might as well be your first time with how sensitive he made you.

You were sweaty and you were sore and so, so completely overwhelmed. But your mind was wonderfully cloudy with the pleasurable haze of an incoming orgasm and it made it hard to care.

"You close, babe?" You whimpered out a weak yes as his lips trailed from your jawline down to your damp neck before sucking on the skin.

"Can feel you squeezing me. So damn tight." He panted against your heaving breasts.

You knew it was coming, but knowing and feeling were too different things. Your thighs burned with fatigue, but you couldn't stop. You were so close and the humid air blurred out everything that wasn't Ryuu's cock plunging against that spongy patch on your wall and you didn't want it to end.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you as you used him for your pleasure. Head thrown back and skin gleaming with sweat.

"Shit, I'm-" he grunted at the tightening grip your walls had on him, just begging him to cum, "Fuck, 'M not gonna last, babe." His hips twitched uncontrollably as he rammed into you.

The knot in your stomach built and built before suddenly loosening, your vision blanking completely. Not that you could tell with how far back your eyes rolled. Hands shooting forward to desperately cling onto him as you trembled. Nails digging into his tense biceps, a mantra of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your thighs shook as you rode yourself past the sensitivity.

And that's what does it for him, your impossibly tight heat clamping down on him. Tender balls pulled taut against his body as the white ring of cum coating his cock grew with every one of your thrusts down.

The only sound that escaped him was your name broken by his breathy moans.

Once you came back around, you're still dazed with cooling sweat gathering on both of your bodies. The air is still clammy and you were sore from your neck to your thighs but it didn't stop you from looping your arms around Ryuu's neck.

He gathered you into his warm chest, heavy arms locked around your waist.

"So," he huffed, "lesbian porn, huh?"

"Shut up, Ryuu."

[meruz]

once again i am answering asks in a big compilation post. included is... gotham, patrick stump, tips about drawing backgrounds, tips about drawing in general, links to my faq, and infinity train

like.... the tv series? No... I’ve drawn dc comics fanart before, though. But it’s been years since I’ve been really into it. I like jumped ship like 10 years ago when the New 52 happened LOL.

AFJHDSLKGH I’m sorry I (probably) won’t do it again??

Actually full disclosure I have a truly cringe amount of p stump drawings/photo studies in my sketchbook right now LOL. He’s just fun to draw... hats, glasses, guitar, a good shape... but I don’t think I’ll rly post those until I can hide them in another big sketchbook pdf.. probably Jan 2022. Stay tuned........ (ominous) 

(ominous preview)

These are all sort of related to backgrounds/painting so I grouped them together even though they’re pretty much entirely separate questions.... ANYWAYS

a) How is it working as a BG artist? Is it hard? What show are you drawing for?

I think you’re the first person to ever ask me about my job! Being a background artist is great. It’s definitely labor intensive but I think that could describe pretty much any art job (If something were rote or easy to automate, you wouldn’t hire an artist to do it) and I hesitate to say whether its harder or easier than any other role in the animation pipeline. Plus, so much of what truly makes a job difficult varies from one production to the next, schedule, working environment, co-workers etc. But I will say that I think while BGs are generally a lot of work on the upfront, I think they’re subject to less scrutiny/revisions than something like character/props/effects design and you don’t have to pitch them to a room like boards. So I guess it’s good if you don’t like to talk to people? LOL

A lot of my previous projects + the show I’ve worked on the longest aren’t public yet so I can’t talk about em (but I assure you if/when the news does break I won’t shut up about it). But I’m currently working on Archer Season 12 LOL. I’m like 90% sure I’m allowed to say that.

b) ~~~THANK YOU!! ~~~

c) What exactly do you like to draw most [in a background]?

@kaitomiury​ Lots of stuff! I really like to draw clutter! Because it’s a great opportunity for environmental storytelling and also you can be kind of messy with it because the sheer mass will supersede any details LOL. 

I like to draw clouds... I like to draw grass but not trees lol,,, I like to draw anything that sells perspective really easily like tiled floors and ceilings, shelves, lamp posts on a street etc.

d) Do you have any tips on how to paint (observational)?

god there’s so much to say. painting is really a whole ass discipline like someone can paint their whole life and still discover new things about it. I guess if you’re really just starting out my best advice is that habit is more important than product. especially with traditional plein air painting, I find that the procedure of going outside and setting up your paints is almost harder than the actual painting. There’s a lot of artists who say “I want to do plein air sometime!!” and then never actually get around to doing it. A lot of people just end up working from google streetview or photos on their computer.

But going outside to paint is a really good challenge because it forces you to make and commit to lighting and composition decisions really quickly. And to work through your mistakes instead of against them via undo button.

My last tip is to check out James Gurney’s youtube channel because hes probably the best and most consistent resource on observational painting out there rn. There’s lots other artists doing the same thing (off the top of my head I know a lot of the Warrior Painters group has people regularly posting plein air stuff and lightbox expo had a Jesse Schmidt lecture abt it last year) but Gurney’s probably the most prolific poster and one of the best at explaining the more technical stuff - his books are great too.

e) Do you have tips for drawing cleanly on heavypaint?

@marigoldfool​ UMM LOL I LIKE ONLY USE THE FILL TOOL so maybe use the fill tool? Fill and rectangle are good for edge control as opposed to the rest of the heavy paint tools which can get sort of muddles. And also I use a stylus so maybe if you’re using your finger, find a stylus that works with your device instead. That’s all I’ve got, frankly I don’t think my drawings are particularly clean lol.

f) Tips on improving backgrounds/scenes making them more dynamic practicing etc?

Ive given some tips about backgrounds/scenes before so I’m not gonna re-tread those but here’s another thing that might be helpful...

I think a good way to approach backgrounds is to think of the specific story or even mood you want to convey with the background first. Thinking “I just need to put something behind this character” is going to lead you to drawing like... a green screen tourist photo backdrop. But if you think “I need this bg to make the characters feel small” or “I need this bg to make the world feel colorful” then it gives you requirements and cues to work off of.

If I know a character needs to feel overwhelmed and small, then I know I need to create environment elements that will cage them in and corner them. If a character needs to feel triumphant/on top of the world then I know I need to let the environment open up around them. etc. If I know my focal point/ where I want to draw attention, I can build the background around that.

Also, backgrounds like figure compositions will have focal points of their own and you can draw attention to it/ the relationship the characters have with the bg element via scale or directionality or color, any number of cues. I think of it almost as a second/third character in a scene.

Not every composition is gonna have something so obvious like this but it helps me to think about these because then the characters feel connected and integrated with the environment.

Some more general art questions

a) Do you have any process/tips to start drawing character/bodies/heads?

I tried to kind of draw something to answer this but honestly this is difficult for me to answer because I don’t think I’m that great at drawing characters LOL. Ok, I think I have two tips.

1) flip your canvas often. A lot about what makes human bodies look correct and believable is symmetry and balance. Even if someone has asymmetrical features, the body will often pull and push in a way to counterbalance it. we often have inherent biases to one side or another like dominant hands dominant eyes etc. you know how right-handed artists will often favor drawing characters facing 45 degrees facing (the artist’s) left? that’s part of it. so viewing your drawing flipped even just to evaluate it helps compensate for that bias and makes you more aware of balance.

2) draw the whole figure often. I feel like a lot of beginner artists (myself included for a long time) defer to just drawing headshots or busts because it’s easier, you dont have to think about posing limbs etc. But drawing a full body allows you to better gauge proportion, perspective, body language, everything that makes a character look believable and grounded.

Like if you (me) have that issue where you draw the head too big and then have to resize it to fit the proportions of the rest of the body, it’s probably because you (I) drew the head first and are treating the body as an afterthought/attachment. Sketching out the whole figure first or even just quick drawing guides for it will help you think of it more holistically. I learned this figure drawing in charcoal at art school LOL.

oh. third mini tip - try to draw people from life often! its the best study. if you can get into a figure drawing/nude drawing class EVEN BETTER and if you have a local college/art space/museum that hosts those for free TREASURE IT AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT, that’s a huge boon that a lot of artists (me again) wish they had. though if youre not so lucky and youre sitting in a park trying to creeper draw people and they keep moving.. don’t let that stop you! that’s good practice because it’s forcing you to work fast to get the important stuff down LOL. its a challenge!

b) I’ve been pretty out of energy and have had no inspiration to draw but I have the desire to. Any advice?

Dude, take a walk or something.... Or a nap? Low energy is going to effect everything else so you gotta hit that problem at its source.

If you’re looking for inspiration though, I’d recommend stuff like watching a movie, reading a book, playing video games etc. Fill up your idea bank with content and then give yourself time/space to gestate it into new concepts. Sometimes looking at other art works but sometimes it can work against you because it’s too close. 

Also something that helps me is remembering that art doesn’t always have to be groundbreaking... like it’s okay to make something shitty and stupid that you don’t post online and only show to your friend. That’s all part of the process imo. If you want to hit a home run you gotta warm up first, right? Sports.

I should probably compile everytime i give tips on stuff like this but that’s getting dangerously close to being a social media artist who makes stupid boiled down art tutorials for clout which is the last thing i want to be... the thing I want to stress is that art is a whole visual language and there are widely agreed upon rules and customs but they exist in large part to be broken. Like there's an infinite number of ways to reach an infinite number of solutions and that’s actually what makes it really cool and personal for both the artist and the viewer. So when you make work you like or you find someone else’s work you like, take a step back and ask yourself what about it speaks for you, what about it works for you, what makes it effective, how to recreate that effect and how to break that effect completely, etc. And have a good time with it or else what’s the point.

for the first 2, I direct you to my FAQ

For the last one, I don’t actually believe I’ve ever addressed artwork as insp for stories/rp but I’ll say here and now yeah go ahead! As long as you’re not making profit or taking credit for my work then I’m normally ok with it. Especially anything thats private and purely recreational, that’s generally 100% green light go. I only ask that if you post it anywhere public that you please credit me.

(and I reserve the right to ask you to take it down if I see it and don’t approve of it’s use but I think that case is pretty rare.)

a) @lemuelzero101 Thank you!!! I haven’t played Life is Strange but actually  that series’ vis dev artist Edouard Caplain is one of my bigger art inspirations lately so that’s a really high compliment lol. And yeah I hope we get 5-8 too...!

b) Thank you for sticking around! I’ve been thinking about Digimon and Infinity Train in tandem lately, actually. They’re a little similar? Enter a dangerous alternate world and have wacky adventures with monsters/inanimate objects that have weird powers... there’s like weird engineers and mechanisms behind the scenes... also frontier literally starts with them getting on a train. Anyways if anyone else followed me for digimon... maybe you’d like Infinity Train? LOL

c) @king-wens-king I’M GLAD MY ART JUST HAS PINOY VIBES LOL I hope you are having a good day too :^)

a, b, c, d) yessss my Watch Infinity Train agenda is working....

e) aw thank you!! i think you should watch infinity train :)

[tyonfs]

dress up.

❝ i was trying on something. could you tell me if you like it? ❞

PAIRING ▸ mark lee x reader

WARNINGS ▸ dirty talk, raw sex (pls use protection), overstimulation

WORD COUNT ▸ 2000 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this was a request from anon for a frat boy!mark smut! i sort of ran with it, but i love mark lee so it was fun to write ♡

IN RETROSPECT, MARK WAS A BIT OF A CLICHE.

Being a frat boy, athlete, and unfortunately, a bit of a heartbreaker, it was inevitable that he would be classified as bad news. Add you to the equation and he was the physical manifestation of a typical rom-com trope. He figured it was supposed to be you chasing after him, but the fact that it was the other way around took a slight blow to his confidence.

But that didn’t stop him from pursuing you.

And here he was, anticipating your presence on a Friday night at a frat party. He hung onto some false sense of hope that kept him from consuming any alcohol, despite Taeyong and Johnny’s attempts to get him to drink. You and Mark had been flirting for a while now, but neither of you had made a move on each other. Mark was hoping that would change tonight.

“C’mon, Ma-ark,” his friend, Na Jaemin, slurred. “You gotta let loose. Take a shot with me.”

“Jaemin, you’re sloshed, dude. Also, I won’t until—”

A notification flashed across his phone screen, the banner name displaying your name. Mark’s cheeks heated up, his mouth going dry as he stared at his phone for a moment. He turned it off and then on again, checking to make sure the notification was real. He sank back into the couch to make sure only he had eyes on his phone screen.

you: mark

you: you up?

mark: of course. what’s up?

you: i was trying on something

you: could you tell me if you like it?

mark: oh fuck

mark: yeah, go ahead

A few minutes passed by and Mark’s heart was racing. He stared at the texts again, wondering if this was really happening, then cringing at the realization that he had actually sent an “oh fuck” when it was supposed to be confined to his thoughts. Without giving Mark any warning or time to brace himself, you sent the picture.

There was something about mirror pictures that drove Mark crazy. Seeing you posing in front of a full-length mirror with black lingerie hugging your curves and a mini pleated skirt that barely covered the swell of your ass was giving him a hard-on. He wasn’t sure he could contain himself and this shocking development between you two was messing with him.

Mark grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it shamefully on his lap. No one was paying attention to him anyways, but he had to take extra precautions.

mark: fuck are you wearing that rn?

mark: god, you’re driving me crazy

you: if that’s the case then why don’t you come over?

mark: now?

you: you know where my apartment is

you: i’ll be waiting ♡

Mark got up in an instant and made his way to the door. He had to have saved someone in his past life for this sort of luck. He was caught up in disbelief that you, the girl of his dreams, had made a move on him. There were plenty of girls that Mark had gotten caught up with in the past, but none of them had ever made his heart race like you did.

Johnny stopped Mark before he got to the door, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Whoa, where are you running off to?”

“Oh, shit, I forgot to ask.” Mark grinned, insufferably cocky. “Do you have a condom?”

Johnny’s eyes practically sparkled, digging into his pockets upon his best friend’s request. “Attaboy.”

You looked straight out of one of Mark’s fantasies when you opened the door and let him in. It wasn’t even the short skirt or the lingerie peeking through that got to him. What sent him over the edge was Mark’s sweater over your body; it was oversized on you, but Mark knew it looked better on you than it ever could on him. Mark had given it to you a few weeks ago when you were cold, but he never expected to be the one taking it off of you.

“Hey, frat boy,” you teased, then pouted lightly. “I’m sorry for making you wait so long.”

Mark snapped out of his daze and walked in the apartment as you closed the door behind him. “Wait?”

You tugged at the hem of his shirt and Mark took the cue. He grabbed the back of his shirt at the nape, tugging it off and tossing it to some corner of the room, exposing his bare chest and abs. He let out a hiss through gritted teeth as you ran your hands down his chest and to his belt.

“Wait for me,” you explained. “I just wanted to get you so worked up so you could ruin me.”

That was all Mark needed to hear.

He picked you up effortlessly and brought you to your bed, dropping you down on it and crawling on top of you. He caged your frame with his larger one and crashed his lips onto yours. It was messy and rushed, but so full of passion and longing. Mark poured out his emotions and frustration into kissing you, running his hands down your gorgeous body as you arched your back against him.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do this for months,” he growled when he pulled from the kiss, moving his lips down to your neck. When he heard a soft moan escape your lips, he started sucking harsher, blooming dark hickies along the side of your neck. “I’m gonna make you wish you never made me wait.”

You wrapped a leg around his torso, which he appreciated, if a smooth roll of his hips was anything to go by. But you wanted more—more contact and more friction. You curled your fingers in his belt loops and pulled him down on you.

Mark sat up, pulling you up along with him. He adored your beauty for a moment before tugging his sweater up and off of you. A grunt escaped his lips at the sight of your body, lace lingerie still hugging it. He stuttered out a curse before he kissed you again, tugging your skirt down your legs, which you kicked off.

“Leave the lingerie on,” he ordered, a hungry look in his eyes. He slid his finger underneath the strap along your thigh and snapped it, making you wince. “I can’t let all your efforts go to waste after you dressed up for me, doll.”

“Please, Mark,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I want you to stuff your cock in me.”

Mark went to take off his pants in less than a second. You watched him strip down, his bulge not doing much to hide the fact that he was huge. You realized that that cockiness of his is completely warranted. You helped him tug his boxers down, a soft gasp escaping your lips when his cock sprung out, slapping against belly.

Mark gazed into your eyes as he slid his hand up your thigh, making his way to the apex of your legs. He tugged your panties to the side, delighted at how it clung to you. He’d truly be a happy man if he could have you underneath him every day for the rest of his life. Mark slid two fingers against your slit, smirking at how wet you were already.

“Is this for me?” he cooed as your hips bucked up into his touch.

You nodded, eager to just have him in you. You were all for foreplay, but your walls were throbbing with how much pent-up sexual frustration you were experiencing. There were so many opportunities after tonight, but right now, you needed Mark.

Mark suspended himself over you, propping himself up with an arm. He hooked his fingers under the elastic of your panties and teased your slit with the head of his cock. A whimper escaped your lips.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

You pressed a kiss to the column of his neck. “Of course.”

Mark’s Adam’s apple bobbed; he was nervous. He was about to fuck the girl of his dreams, so how could he possibly be calm? But when you gave him that dazzling smile of yours, his heart thundered in his chest. He needed you.

He slowly entered you, eyes fixed on your face with rapt attention, indulging in the expressions you were making. For someone so sly and teasing, you had become pliant under his grasp, like a handful of clay that Mark could mould into his own liking.

“Mark,” you whined in an almost depraved way.

“Fuck,” he groaned once he was fully inside of you, your walls pulsating around him.

He started at a languid pace so he could adjust to you. To his satisfaction, you were vocal during sex; you moaned, whimpered, and gasped out Mark’s name whenever he thrusted into you. You were also so damn tight that the slightest movement made you tighten around Mark’s cock.

He held your thighs with a bruising grip as you pressed your breasts up against his chest. Your head went fuzzy as Mark pounded into that one spot mercilessly. But god, the way he growled out your name under his breath as your hips slapped against each other each time was sending you over the edge.

Your nails dug into his back, leaving trails of white-hot pain that compelled Mark into thrusting harder into you. He grinned, a little unhinged, and sped up at the encouragement of your moans. The way he looked at you when he thrusted, though, was so fragile; he found you so heartbreakingly gorgeous, and it didn’t help that he was falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

“Mark!” you cried as you were reaching your high.

He could get lost in the way his name tumbled from your lips. He slowed down his thrusts in exchange for deeper ones that brought you closer to your climax. Mark kissed you again, slower and more passionate. It was somewhat out of place given the magnitude of what you two were doing, but it confirmed for you that he didn’t just want you for sex.

You squealed out his name again, the pressure blinding you. You clenched around him as you came undone, shooting stars flashing behind your eyelids. Mark fucked you through your orgasm without any semblance of mercy. You crooned out a few broken moans, eyes half-lidded as you held onto Mark, your release dripping down his cock.

“Look at me,” he ordered, dark eyes clouding over. He could hardly keep his release at bay, but when you looked up at him with those innocent, doe-like eyes, it became impossible. “God, are you even real? You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

Mark gritted his teeth, a strangled groan leaving his throat as he pulled out and released over you. His cum spilled over your thighs, staining the lingerie you had worn just for him. Mark was completely out of breath so he collapsed next to you, rolling over so he could hold you in his arms. You happily complied, cuddling up to his warmth.

“Please don’t let that be a one-time thing,” Mark murmured in your ear, brushing aside strands of your hair.

“Maybe if you let me be your girlfriend,” you said with a smile, making Mark go wide-eyed.

“Really?” He couldn’t conceal the happiness behind his words.

“On one condition, though,” you said, closing your eyes as that feeling of his cum between your thighs. You reached for his pants that he had strewn aside beside you and reached into the pocket, pulling out the condom that Johnny had given him. “Use this next time.”

“Shit,” Mark mumbled.

You giggled at his reaction, but Mark only smiled brighter, embracing you tightly in his arms. He pressed a kiss against your forehead, cheek, and then your lips. He was a pure romantic when it came down to it, especially when it came to you.

“I also have a condition,” he said.

“Yeah?” you mused. “What is it?”

“Dress up for me next time.”

[dracosearlgreytea]

indelicate marks (8)

indelicate marks: chapter eight: the third lesson 

A/N: hello all, its me again! here is chapter 8! i hope you dont mind my updates being a little slower now as i mayhaps be working on a second draco fic rn,,, dont worry i will be continuing to update indelicate marks as much as possible!! lots of love and enjoy - ivy

warnings: language, indications of childhood neglect 

lovely tags: @h-annahayy @okaydraco @fanficflaneuse @thatoneasrastan @biinspiration

indelicate marks index

To say you felt confused about Draco by the time it was coming to your third meeting would be an understatement. It had been a long, long week. Studying was becoming more and more tedious. Being in the same lessons as Draco was also proving to make paying attention increasingly difficult; there had been several occasions when he'd looked up from the notes in front of him to find you already staring at him from your desk. Cheeks flushing, you'd only pretend to busy yourself with your work, inwardly cringing. Whilst his outburst during your first meeting had managed to indirectly answer the questions that had previously bugged you, it had also managed to provoke more. Mostly, about what the hell the Dark Lord had tasked Draco to do - and why it was so awful that he was running himself into the ground trying to get it done. December had only began, but you dreaded to think what he would go home to for Christmas. You, yourself, were not so thrilled about having to return home, the thought of Bellatrix Lestrange potentially making another visit putting you on constant edge. And, to make matters worse, it seemed that the hug between you and Draco during your last meeting cropped up in your thoughts more commonly than you'd ever allow yourself to admit. Whatever had come across him to make him hug you - after, only days before, making it very clear that you were not friends - well, you had no idea what it was. The feeling of someone with their arms wrapped around you was so alien. After all, you had spent most of your years at Hogwarts with a ghost, and the times you did have living friends, physical contact had come few and far between. And yet, with Draco, it had felt so... natural. You found your thoughts crawling back to him on several occasions. His heart beating, slow, the smell of his expensive cologne - the way you fitted, just under his chin. It all offered a frustratingly tempting sense of comfort, and you forbid yourself from thinking about it. Of course, you thought about it anyway. "You're late again." Draco's mechanical tone came as soon as you stepped into the classroom. It took a moment for you to turn as you had been shutting the door, locking it as usual. "Maybe you're just always early." You sighed, finally facing where he was sat, on the same desk he always seemed to linger by. Bloody hell. Draco looked damn right abysmal. Eyes bloodshot, shadows set his features in deeply, as though he hadn't eaten in a week. His shoulders slumped, but not in the cocky manner they usually were. Even the raise of his eyebrow was sluggish. "What's wrong with me this time?" He droned, lazily watching as you'd frozen mid-movement, staring at him from across the room. "Malfoy, when was the last time you ate?" You strode closer towards him, stomach dropping as you noted how much worse he looked the closer you got. "Or slept? Did you try taking the Sleeping Draught?" "Too many questions." Draco winced away from you, waving his hand dismissively and getting to his feet. You tried your best not to sigh, watching him for a moment longer. He shouldn't be doing anything other than napping, let alone performing Legilimency. "Are you going to be okay-" "I'm fine. Now shut up." Scowling, but not pushing further, you emptied your mind, watching as Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it towards you, eyebrow arched in question. You gave him a nod, and then he spoke. "Legilimens." The force of the spell was less unexpected this time, and you frantically pushed it back. It was like trying to catch boiling water in your bare hands, desperately trying not to let it slip through your fingers, or drop it at all, your skin sizzling painfully as you contained it. A moment passed, and for a second you thought you'd successfully kept him out - then, a second wave, more scalding than ever. You recognised your own gasp as it hit you - sharp, like the first time he'd cast the spell on you in the bathrooms. Before you could stop it, the water was slipping through your fingers. "Have you ever spoken to him? Malfoy?" Hermione Granger's voice filtered back to you. It was one of those rare times they'd snuck you into the Gryffindor common room after a DA meeting. Harry and Ron sat on the sofa opposite you, Harry visibly perking up at the mention of Draco, setting his eyes on you. The glint within them were almost intimidating.   You hesitated, shaking your head as your lips parted. "Come on," Harry groaned before you could speak. "You can't tell me you've been going to school with him for five years and you haven't spoken to him once. He's in your house." "I really don't see many people from my house if I can help it." You shot back, before sighing. "But fine, okay? I've spoken to him once." "What shit did he give you?" Ron grumbled, and you froze, for a moment. All eyes lingered on you, and your arm began to burn. Reminding. You tugged at your sleeve as it did. "He didn't." Your voice was quiet. "He was... nice." Then, it all fell away. There was nothing to see - just darkness, and the softness of a beating heart. Arms around your shoulders, firm, but careful. The flutter of your hair as someone breathed, slow. A chin resting on your head. Expensive cologne. "Stop it." Your growl had left you before you'd fully pulled back into reality. Whilst you had to swallow heavily to push back the sick feeling in your stomach, there was no true panic left behind - only humiliation. Draco's face was blank, but those grey eyes held an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. Narrowing your eyes, you shot him a glare through your dizziness. "Did you do that on purpose?" You pressed, prompting the corners of his lips to shift a little. Straightening, you ignored the sudden tightness in your chest. "Draco Malfoy, you little shit-" "So you think I'm nice?" Eyes glittering with a taunting amusement as you avoided looking anywhere in his general direction, Draco's lips pulled into a very smug smirk. "And I smell good? I mean, if I knew you were going to enjoy it that much I wouldn't have bothered-" "Shut up!" His teasing stung more than you'd liked, and whilst he'd stopped talking, his complacent grin did not fall from his lips. Your body burned hot with embarrassment. "Don't go looking for yourself in my memories. It's rude, and honestly, it's bloody narcissistic." "I never denied being either of those things," Draco spoke smoothly, and you shot him the dirtiest glance you could muster. Flicking his brow upward, his eyes cheekily darted away from you, barely even attempting to hide his smile. Your throat dried as he did - how dare he be so bloody attractive? - and you had to blink, snapping your eyes away from him before he noticed. "I'm just - I'm just not used to it, alright?" You grumbled, prompting his face to settle more into one you recognised. His brow knitted neatly together. "What do you mean?"   "People." You still didn't meet his gaze, fiddling with the cuff of your sleeve. "Well, being... close to them, anyway." Draco searched your expression for a moment, and you dared a glimpse up at him. He was staring at you with the unreadable glint again, like he was before he began his taunting. It was intense, and made your chest squeeze with both discomfort and something else you couldn't quite describe. "Not even your family?" He asked, carefully, shaking his head when you fixed him with a dead expression. "I know not your parents, but whoever raised you. They don't show affection at all?" You hesitated. Why Draco was suddenly interested in your personal life, you had no idea, but his intentions didn't seem malicious. In fact, his expression was the smallest bit softer than usual. "I live with my mother's sister." You explained, tone vacant, shrugging. "She pretends I don't exist, mostly." Draco fell silent, only giving you a singular nod of acknowledgement - and, if you were honest, you were glad he didn't offer any halfhearted sympathy. A question lingered on the tip of your tongue, and you scanned his features, unsure. "Malfoy?" His eyes snapped back up to you, and he answered with a small hum. Your teeth dragged over your bottom lip before you spoke. "Are you going to be alright over Christmas?" Draco only stared at you for a second, clearly having not expected you to turn the conversation onto him. His shoulders seemed to tense, but then he shrugged, features stony. "Nothing I haven't dealt with before." That cold, matter-of-fact tone did nothing to hide the bitterness and dread hidden within his words. In fact, they remained clear in your conscious for the rest of the week, as the days of December counted down. Draco was doing well to hide it. So well, that you questioned if you had only made an assumption and not really caught it within his words. But Draco was scared. And for that reason, in particular - so were you.

[seokstyle]

critical condition (m) - 1

pair: hoseok x reader, light jungkook x reader (series) themes: med student!reader, nurse!hoseok, lots of medically-related flirting genre: smut, some fluff, future angst warnings: dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, thigh riding, orgasm denial

you knew that your first rotation as a medical student was going to have its challenges. you did not anticipate one of those challenges to be dealing with a handsome ER nurse who won’t give you a break.

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“Joon, I genuinely don’t know if I’ll make it.”

“Ah, don’t be so negative,” he reassures you. “It takes a learning curve but it’s only been one week.”

“I’ve messed up so much though! They’ll just stand me in the corner and shame me until I melt into a puddle.”

 “It takes time to adjust,” he protests. 

You fix him with an annoyed look. “Did you know someone came in and they tried to give it to me as an easy first case? One that’s dumbass-proof, right?” He nods, a little weary of what you’ll say next. “It was an ear infection. Did you know what I forgot to do, Namjoon?” You lean in across the cafeteria table towards him for dramatic effect. “I forgot to look at his fucking ear.” You lean back in your chair and groan into your hands.

Your friend winces, but does not let up on his optimism. “We’ve only just started, Y/N. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” 

“Why do you always try to be so reasonable,” you grumble as you spoon the last of the mashed potatoes into your mouth. “It makes it harder to throw myself a pity party.”

Namjoon chuckles in response. “I’m saying it as much to myself as I am to you. Peds has not been easy,” he added with a sigh. “So many crying children, so many angry parents, so many impatient doctors…” He trails off, and you both sit there in silence thinking about the hellscapes you both have to return back to in a few minutes.

This was the first rotation for both of you as medical students, and though you had heard that most residency programs were more lenient on the first couple since you were still getting the hang of the clinical setting, you didn’t want to completely blow your chances at a good recommendation from your supervisors. Though your reputation during this past week was not doing you any good. 

You and Namjoon had become fast friends in the whirlwind that was your first two years of medical school. He had saved your ass in anatomy lab, and you had come to his rescue in biochemistry. But despite your successes in the classroom, neither of you had anticipated how abrupt the transition would be from looking at textbooks and lectures to talking to real patients and actually diagnosing diseases yourself. 

Add getting thrown into the ER for your first ever clinical experience, as was your luck. With the fast pace, the trauma emergencies you had to assist in on, just everything… you were in over your head. Just thinking about all of the questions you were going to have to ask (and would inevitably forget to ask) when you went back upstairs already was making your head spin. At least you could hold onto small fragments of your sanity when you grabbed food breaks, though you both had to return to reality soon.

Namjoon sighs as he pushes his chair back from the table, picking up his tray and giving you a small smile. “Best of luck.”

“You too, pal.”

The night started off better than your previous shifts this week have been. You had been more attentive when it comes to asking patients what brings them in today, remembered key aspects of physical exams when it applied, and you actually felt a little competent. But then you had left for your dinner break, and by the time you made it back to the ER all hell had broken loose.

The other local hospitals were at capacity which meant that all ambulances were going to come to you instead. On top of that, a new rush of admissions had come in, and now the ER was overflowing with people who needed quick medical attention. Soon there were a million things going on and before you knew it, it was past midnight and you were barely staying afloat. You were quickly sent out by the attending to grab a laceration tray, and all of your usual spots to check for supplies were empty. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, using all of your 3 brain cells to think. If I was a laceration tray, where would I be hiding?

“Looking for this?” you heard someone say in a playful tone. You opened your eyes. An outstretched hand had appeared in front of you holding the coveted tray, and you turned to see a handsome nurse you had gotten to know well. 

“Oh my God, Hobi,” you sigh in relief. “How did you know?”

He smirked, and you wanted to roll your eyes at him. “I overheard the resident while I passed outside of the room, so I went ahead and grabbed one for you.” 

You smile. “Thank you, seriously. This shift is getting insane, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

He gasped dramatically in response. “Well we wouldn’t want that! Though,” he added as he leans in closer to you, “I guess it’s a good thing I’m CPR-certified,” he responds with a wink. 

You actually do roll your eyes this time. “You and everyone else in this hospital.”

The first shift in the emergency department may have well been the worst day of your life. Patients had gotten upset with you for forgetting to fulfill requests they had made, you had gotten lost three times in the maze of hallways, and you kept fumbling with every question asked of you. You were under the resident Dr. Kim for that shift, and would continue to be on his charge for the rest of the week. You were petrified because he was chief resident, but he urged you to drop formalities and just call him Seokjin. He was incredibly kind and understanding when you made mistakes (which was often). 

Near the end of the shift, Seokjin had asked you to grab a suture kit so he could close up someone’s finger that had gotten sliced. You had agreed enthusiastically, eager to redeem yourself, but realized the second you stepped out of the room you had no clue where the sutures were kept. 

Great. 

You didn’t know what to do but you were NOT going back into there to ask and make a fool of yourself for the 20th time today. As nice as the resident was being to you, you didn’t want to test his patience either. You wanted to lock yourself into one of the closets and hide until they found you and kicked you out of medical school, because it felt inevitable at this point. 

Right as you were contemplating ways to escape the hospital, you felt someone tap on your shoulder. 

“Are you looking for something?”

Maybe your prayers had been answered, because when you turned around to see who was speaking you swear you saw an angel sent from the heavens for you. His smile was dazzling, with adorable dimples peeking out from the corners of his mouth, and his chestnut hair looked divinely soft as it swooped down onto his forehead. He brushed it out of his eyes, and you noticed that his arms looked strong and toned, and it only made you wonder what other muscles he must be hiding under his scrubs. 

He looked like a sun-kissed god who had somehow gotten lost in the ER hallways. And from the way he was smirking at you, he could definitely tell you had been checking him out. Shit.

“D-do you know where the sutures are kept?”, you managed to squeak out. He grinned. It would be your luck that he procured exactly what you needed from his pants pocket at that moment. You weren’t going to die, after all.

“I always keep a few packs on me, it’s come in handy before. Do you need nylon or monofilament? Probably monofilament.” He muses to himself as he rummages through his pockets some more. He looks up at you and asks, “Do you know what size you need either, 4-0 or 3-0?” You shake your head. “That’s okay! I’ll just give you one of each just in case.” He takes your hand, placing the suture packets into your palm and sending you a dazzling smile.  

You were so relieved you could cry. “Oh my God, I love you, thank you so much,” you blurted without thinking, immediately cringing at your words. 

“Wow sweetheart, at least take me out to dinner before you confess like that.” You felt your cheeks burn from his words, and he must have noticed your embarrassment because his tone was more gentle when he spoke next. “First day?”

God, it must be that obvious that you’re a deer in the headlights right now. You nod, putting the sutures into your white coat pocket.

He looked down at your badge, reading your name and credentials. God, your name sounded so much nicer coming from his lips. “Medical student?” You nod again.

“I remember my first day, it was rough. It does get better though, I promise.” You nod dumbly once more, not fully believing him. He offers you a small smile. “Listen,” he says as he comes to stand behind you, lightly grabbing your shoulders and maneuvering you towards wherever he wants you to look. You could feel the heat of his touch through your thin hospital-issued scrubs and coat, and it sent your pulse running. 

He pointed a little way down from you in the hallway. “Do you see that door? That’s the supply closet, it will have almost anything you ever will need, on a shelf with a label. If it’s not there, try asking the ER secretary,” he steers you a little more to the right, pointing to the center of the area to where the nurses’ desks are located. “They know if no one else does. And if they can’t help you, you can always come find me.” He turns you around so that you are facing each other now, removing his hands from your shoulders, and you almost miss the feel of his touch on you. He points to himself. “My name’s Hoseok, see?” He points to his badge. Hoseok Jung, RN. 

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sighed in relief. He laughed, and you could almost swoon at how pretty he looked when his eyes crinkled up like that. “I guess that is my job, technically. But for someone as cute as you? Anytime,” he replied with a wink. And with that he turned around, leaving you with cheeks red again from the compliment he had added without a second thought. 

“Are you saying you wouldn’t want me to give you mouth-to-mouth?” He pouted, his dimples poking out from the corners of his mouth, but you saw the twinkle in his eyes. Cheeky bastard.

You laugh at him instead of entertaining his comment, taking the tray from his hands and preparing for your mad dash back to the patient room before the resident came looking for you. “Thank you, Hoseok!” 

“That wasn’t a no!” he called after you. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. He had come to your rescue again and again over the past few days, almost as if he knew exactly when you needed his help. Maybe you were growing immune to his charms (or maybe you were becoming emboldened by them), but you were less intimidated and a little more flirtatious with each new interaction with him lately.

You make it back to the patient’s room, and Seokjin even lets you assist with suturing and repairing the wound, under his supervision. The attending had come in shortly after and praised your handiwork as well. You were over the moon! 

But your joy at helping in a procedure for the first time was short-lived. In the next three rooms you entered, the family and patient decided you were the best person on staff to yell at about their outrageous waiting times in the ER. The patient after that did not verbally abuse you, and you made what you thought was a stellar interrogation and clinical analysis, but as you presented to the attending he sent you back for 15 more questions you hadn’t thought to ask. You just wanted to go home to pass out or cry, you would be fine with either at this point. 

As you go to enter the room of the last patient you are assigned for the shift, you see Hoseok wheeling his mobile scribing computer out as he finished taking the preliminary exam. “Hey,” you place a hand on his upper arm to catch him from leaving too soon. “Can you brief me real quick on what’s up? Seokjin was too swamped to give me many details.” 

“Oh, yeah sure.” Hoseok pulls up the patient chart. “Kid came in with severe abdominal pain going on for a couple of hours now. He’s hypertensive at 160/90 but that’s likely due to pain, and he’s tachycardic at 110 bpm. All other vitals look okay,” he added as he scrolls through. “I did a super quick overall physical exam on him just to make sure he wasn’t going to code. Lungs sound clear, heart sounded okay, but I have to run to the trauma bay since they’re short-staffed tonight, so I wasn’t able to do anything too focused on exam,” he explains. “That should get you started off at least though.” He grins and starts walking backwards away from you, tugging his computer along with him. “See you later, angel!” You slide open the room’s door and send him a smile back. “Thanks, Hobi. Good luck!”

You go inside and confirm all of the findings that Hoseok mentioned to you with the patient. The pain is all over his abdomen he says, and he can’t tell you exactly where it’s coming from but it’s clear he’s in a lot of discomfort. You ask a few more pointed questions to try and narrow down your diagnosis, double-check that his lungs and heart sound normal, and tell the patient the doctor will be in shortly to discuss their plan of care.

You go back outside and find Seokjin and the attending to present your findings in the small conference room connected to the ER hallway. “25 year-old male presents with severe abdominal pain, dull in character with increased severity upon ingestion. Pain began within the past two hours but patient states that it has been getting increasingly worse, and has increased to an 8 out of 10. Reports having nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. Patient appears dehydrated which could be symptomatic of his condition or could be a result of his vomiting, and is tachycardic and hypertensive.” 

Jin nods encouragingly, and the attending contemplates on what you have told him. “Good presentation, good initial history. Okay,” he continues, “what did you find on the physical exam?”

“His lungs appeared clear to auscultation and heart sounds were all normal, no murmurs noted. Patient did appear diaphoretic and feverish and had weakened grip strength and poorer motor skills than expected, but is capable of ambulation.” 

The attending hums in response, looking over the patient’s chart. “Okay very good, no reason to suspect any cardiac or respiratory abnormalities. That’s important to ensure with all patients.” You beam, proud that you were at least ending the night on a high note and being praised for your work. “What else?”

You hesitate for a moment. “I believe that was everything, sir.”

“What about his abdomen?”

“Sir?”

He looks up at you from the computer. “What were your abdominal exam findings?” You can see Seokjin’s face pale slightly behind him, understanding what is happening. 

You didn’t do it, you forgot. You didn’t examine the abdomen. Of a patient. With abdominal pain. You hear white noise ringing in your ears as panic sets in. “S-sir, I didn’t do a full abdomen exam.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “You didn’t do it?” You nod. “So then what were your differential diagnoses?”

You gulp. “I suspected appendicitis, diverticulitis, or colitis.” 

“So what would be plan of care?”

You guess you had a chance to redeem yourself maybe now, if you were thorough with what you wanted to do with the patient. Maybe then the doctor would ease up on you some. “Initially manage pain and nausea with anti-emetic and pain relief medications. All of my differentials would be confirmed either by CT scan, most likely, so that would assist the patient in feeling better while imaging returns from radiology.” Hopefully, that was enough.

“I see,” the attending muses, looking back at the charts for a moment. You brace yourself for what he would say next. “So, you had made some ideas of what the patient could have going on, all abdominal-related, but,” he turns back towards you. “You didn’t even think to touch the patient first?”

Fuck. It had backfired. You wanted to melt into the ground. Seokjin offers you a sympathetic look from behind the attending as he grills you further while you shrink into your seat. You were getting your ass handed to you and you deserved it. You had to say something at this point; you would be damned if you had to keep working with this doctor who made the assumption that you were an enormous dumbass because of ONE mistake you made. You had to recover, and quick. 

So you go with the first idea that comes to mind. 

“Sir, I am regretful for not performing the physical exam myself, that was wrong of me to do,” you apologize. “I had spoken with the nurse assigned to this patient prior to taking the history, and he had told me that he had already done a physical exam and the findings should be in the chart from his records, but I suppose he failed to do so.” 

You knew what you were doing wasn’t fair, but Hoseok was in the trauma bay and would never know. And you had to do something to save face or any chance you had at matching into emergency medicine were going to be gone at this rate. “I had higher expectations from him but it was my mistake for entrusting him to do that correctly.”

The attending is quiet as you make this excuse as believable and apologetic as possible, then scrolls through the chart. “It says Hoseok Jung was the nurse assigned to his care.” You bristle at hearing his name. “He’s usually incredibly thorough with his job,” the attending mentions in surprise. “I guess this time he didn’t record the findings as he normally would.” He turns to you now, and you pray for salvation from his wrath. “Next time, don’t rely on anyone else on staff. Make sure you do the exam yourself, and trust your own knowledge and intuition most. Others can be wrong, too.” He sighs, and you let out your own sigh of relief. “Okay, I’m going to go grab a coffee and I’ll take care of the patient from here.” He gets up and heads out the conference room door, but turns around to add one last comment before he goes. “Good work, Y/N.”

You thank every power in this universe for sparing you this once. Your recommendation letter was still safe, for now.

“Hey,” you hear the other person left in the room call out to you. You look over at Seokjin and feel a pang of guilt from the expression he has.

“I know what you were trying to do there.” He sounds disappointed, and you feel like a little kid, caught doing something they shouldn’t. You avert your eyes, opting to look down at your shoes instead of look at him directly. His tone softens some. “It’s been a rough week for you to start on, and it’s hard to get the hang of talking to patients and all. I don’t blame you for it, but it’s best to just own up to a mistake instead of bringing someone else into it.” He gets up from his seat to leave, and pauses as he walks by you to put a hand on your shoulder. You look up at him again.; his eyes are empathetic and understanding. “You must be exhausted. Go home and get some sleep, okay?” You nod, and he turns to leave out of the door.

God. You felt like such a colossal bitch. You close your eyes and rub your temples. At least the shift from hell was finally over, and you survived. You still had a chance to properly earn the respect of this attending, and you could finally enjoy your first day off tomorrow. You get up and head out of the conference room as well, closing the door behind you. 

“Hey there,” you hear someone say to your left, and you jump. You look over and see Hoseok with his scribing computer, staring intently at the screen. 

Your blood runs cold for a moment, and you look at him nervously. “Hey,” you answer quietly. “How was the trauma?”

He doesn’t move to look over at you as he responds. “Oh, they had it under control so they sent me back to this hall,” he says offhandedly as he resumes his typing. 

“Oh.” You nod slowly, looking at the floor for a second, thinking to yourself in a panic. Fuck, what if he was right outside the room the whole time? Could he have heard you throw him under the bus like that? You look back over at him, very tentatively. He doesn’t seem as animated and charismatic as he usually is with you, his jaw clenched tight like he’s frustrated with something. 

But maybe he’s just tired after a long shift, or had a bad patient? Right? 

“Okay well, I’m done for the night so I’m going to finish up my charting,” you offer eagerly. He doesn’t move to even look at you, and the guilt comes creeping into your bones again. You turn and walk back towards one of the computer desks, swiping your badge to log in. You start typing notes up, but your thinking gets more and more muddled with every line you write.

There would probably have been so many other chances to recover from that one slip-up. Why did you act like it was the end of the world? Was it worth it just for the off-chance that you might get a good recommendation? You haven’t even liked this rotation so far. You sit in your chair, staring blankly at someone’s lab report from 4 hours ago mulling over whether or not you completely ruined your friendship with Hoseok. 

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear when the mobile computer rolls up behind you, and someone says your name quietly. 

You jump, and you feel your ears turning pink as you recognize the voice, lacking its usual light-hearted tone. You turn to look at him, and his face was completely devoid of any emotion. You feel a chill go down your spine. “Can you help me get something from the supply room?” 

God, he did. He must have heard you. You nod, not trusting yourself to say anything out loud, and get up to follow him meekly down the hall and into the supply closet, the same one he had pointed out to you on your first day. Ironic, somehow. Hoseok opens the door, motioning for you to walk in first, and you oblige. 

He walks in after you, flipping on the lights and shutting the door behind him, locking it quickly. You barely have enough time to turn around to face him before you felt him move. He pushed you backwards, your back meeting the wall behind you with a soft thud. His forearms rested on either side of your head, propping himself up and caging you in. You look at him in surprise and can’t help yourself from letting out a small gasp. His jaw was still set but his eyes had turned overwhelmingly dark, swimming with anger. 

You had expected Hoseok to yell at you, call you a bitch, threaten to tell the attending. Best case scenario, he actually needed your help getting something and you would be fine and he heard nothing. What you did not expect was this. 

“So,” he starts, a lazy drawl to his voice, “I heard someone thinks she’s been around the block enough times to put a nurse in his place.” 

Your cheeks burn at his words. “That’s not what I was-” 

He cuts you off. “What did you say again?” He pulls back for a moment, pretending to be lost in thought. “You had ‘higher expectations’ of me?” He chuckles. “I’m sorry to be such a disappointment, princess.” The pet name sent shivers down your back. 

God, you had really fucked up. “No, wait,” you push your hands up against his chest to try and get some space for a moment so you could explain yourself. You tried not to think about how firm he felt under your fingertips, and how your pulse was quickening from being in such close proximity to him. “I didn’t mean to-” 

Hoseok moves so fast you don’t even fully process it, grabbing your wrists away from your feeble attempts to make room between you two and pinning them above your head. It takes everything in you to not gasp out loud, the action going straight to your core. What the fuck was happening right now?

“Shh,” he whispers condescendingly against your ear, your heart fluttering from his close proximity. “I think you’ve said plenty today, wouldn’t you agree? I think it’s my turn to talk, hmm?” He pulls back to look at you, a wolf-life expression engulfing his features. You swallow and nod dumbly. “Good girl,” he smirks, and you hold in the urge to moan out. 

“Did you forget that I have been at this ER for three years?” He crowds your body against the wall, his chest flush against yours. “That I have more experience than you?” You felt breathless like you had been running for miles. You were losing your mind.

“That just because you’re a medical student,” he grabs your white coat and pulls you closer to him, making you shudder, “doesn’t mean you get to push me around like that?” 

Your head was swimming and you had lost all coherent thoughts, but you were still desperate to clear the air between you. “If you just would let me explain-” Your words are cut off as Hoseok pulls back and places his hand across your mouth, muffling anything you have to say. Your eyes widen in anger and in arousal, and he smirks again.

“Didn’t I say no talking?” You try to protest, muffling words against his palm, and he lets out a sound of disapproval. “Are you going to be a good girl and listen?”

You actually moan out against his hand this time. Something about being at his complete mercy like this was unraveling you in ways you had never felt before, and he was clearly catching on. Hoseok grins, eyes swimming with lust, and leans in to whisper against your ear once more. “Oh? Does someone like being put in her place?” You moan out again, a muffled quiet admission. He uses his free hand to dip behind your white coat and pull you closer to him by the waist, until you lay flush against him. 

“Sweetheart, I think you should remember,” He had pulled you so close against him that you could feel his growing arousal against your lower stomach. Your eyes roll back, and he chuckles. “If you didn’t have me, you still would be fumbling around the hallways, in a daze.” You could barely process his admonishing words at this point. You cant your hips towards his, desperate for any stimulation, and he groans deeply against the shell of your ear. You felt so fucked out, and he hadn’t even touched you.

Hoseok finally acquiesces, using his thigh to part your legs open, and you let out another muffled moan as he ground his leg up against you, offering you some relief. “Look at you, so desperate for me,” he traces the shell of your ear with his tongue, “grinding against me like a dirty whore.” You didn’t even realize it, but you were right; he had stopped moving and you were still chasing your pleasure, riding his muscular thigh without realizing it. “I can feel how soaked you are through both of our scrubs. So wet, just for me?” His words should have embarrassed you, but you were so far gone you didn’t care. It only turned you on more.

He pulls back from you suddenly, much to your displeasure, and you whine out in protest. “Oh I’m sorry angel,” he comments unapologetically, drawing his gaze up and down your body, “but only girls who behave themselves get what they want.” He had the cockiest look you had ever seen on his face, and you could feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes from frustration. 

You could choke Hoseok right now, but you were too desperate for him to continue. You needed to reach your end. So you grabbed the hem of his scrub top. “I won’t do it again, I’ll be a good girl,” you begged, not even fully hearing yourself as you tried to pull him back and finish what he started. “I promise, please!”

The tears in your eyes, your flushed cheeks, the desperation in your voice. It was unraveling him too, though he didn’t want to admit it. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back with a groan. “I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson yet,” he tuts as he looks down at you again, his eyes hooded and you moan again, almost in relief. “I think you need me to remind you where you belong.”

At that exact moment, someone turns the key in the locked door, and Hoseok springs back away from you towards some of the shelving on the opposite side of the closet. Your thoughts are still flustered, not processing anything, and you stay pinned against the wall as though his hands are still on you, holding you there. The door opens to reveal none other than, as your luck would have it, Seokjin.

“Oh, Hoseok,” he starts, then notices your presence in the closet as well. His cheeks flush, and you are mortified. You must look like the definition of a hot mess. “Oh...Y/N… I thought your shift ended already?”

“Oh hey! It sure did!” You respond, sounding way too chirpy, pulling yourself up from the wall and towards Seokjin. You see out of the corner of your eye that Hoseok suppressing a laugh. How the fuck does he look completely unaffected and flawless, and you’re still trying to catch your breath? “I was just… making sure that we had enough supplies for next shift! There weren’t any laceration trays here earlier.”

He eyes the two of you wearily. “Okay… I guess so.” 

Hoseok shrugs, back to his cheery self leaving his dark, dominating persona behind, as though he had flipped a switch. “Hey, Jin!” He exclaims as he walks over to the resident. “Y/N was just telling me about her amazing case with the kid with appendicitis! It’s a shame I forgot to write down the abdomen exam findings though.” Seokjin looked over at you in confusion. “She said she would teach me a thing or two about being a good clinician whenever she got a chance,” Hoseok adds while giving you a look laced with hidden meanings. You wanted to kill him.

Hoseok clapped Jin on the back. “I’ll see you later, man,” and he saunters out of the closet. Seokjin looks at you for a moment, looks out the door at Hoseok, decides not to press any further questions, and turns around and out the door. Leaving you alone, still incredibly affected, confused, and pissed.

a/n: this is my very first fic in a loooooooooooong time!! i got hit with some inspiration recently and wanted to try my hand at writing again, and i really like how it turned out considering i’m kinda rusty hehe. i hope you enjoyed reading this, i’m planning on making it into a bit of a series with a few more parts. thank you so much for reading!!

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“Where’s Hawkeye and Fuery?” Roy shouted over the sound ofgunfire. A bullet clipped the top of the wall he was hiding behind, reboundingup into the air, the sound making him cringe and duck down further. His thighsburned thanks to his current position, cramping up as he tried to shiftslightly to get out from behind his cover.

But it was to no avail.

“Havoc!” he yelled, calling out to his comrade across fromhim on the other side of the alley.

“I don’t know, boss,” he cried a hint of desperation in histone. He looked helplessly back at his commanding officer, fear in his eyesthat the worst had happened to the two of them.

“The Lieutenant has been dealt with,” a smooth voice repliedas the gunfire stopped. Roy’s skin prickled, fear burning into every fibre ofhis being.

Lust.

No, Hawkeye wouldn’t have let that happen. She was a capablesoldier, the best out of their unit. All themen on his team were the best of the best, but Riza Hawkeye was in a leagueabove everyone.

She would come around that corner behind them, he was sureof it.

Something else glanced off the wall he was behind, veryloudly gouging out the stone on top. Roy’s head snapped up, seeing Lust’sfingers stretch over him. Glancing to his left, Roy watched as Havoc’s facepaled.

Then the gunfire began again, and the homunculus was gone.

Roy waited, popping off shots from his own weapon when hecould. The purposefully planted gunpowder by the homunculi limited what hecould do with his flame alchemy. Roy’s aim was pinpoint and expertly honed overtime, however he had no idea where it was located, if there was any loose onthe ground, or if there were any particles in the air.

A bullet bit into hisbicep, just grazing the skin enough so it broke. He cursed, throwing himselfback down into cover, his ass hitting the ground painfully as he landed,finally feeling the struggle of their fight begin to overwhelm them.

Hawkeye should have been providing covering fire at thispoint from behind them, along with Fuery, but they were nowhere to be seen.

They never arrived.

Roy grit his teeth in agitation, a growl escaping betweenhis lips.

Lust couldn’t be right. That bitch couldn’t have taken Riza out. Roy wouldn’t allow it.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t how the world worked.

*          *          *

Get up.

The command in her head was barked. Riza stirred with agrown, the rough concrete pressing into her cheek painfully.

Get up.

A hand found its way onto the ground painfully slowly,causing agony to shoot into her right side. Riza hissed in pain, the handfaltering as it tried to hold her weight. She crashed back down, elicitinganother groan.

Her second attempt was more successful. Wincing, she managedto pull herself into a half sitting position. An eye cracked open and the worldtipped. Riza felt her stomach lurch.

“F… Fue…” Squeezing her eyes closed against the pain in herside and her head, Riza tried to utter the name of her fallen comrade. Shejudged he was still breathing, his chest rising and falling faintly.

“Fuery,” she croaked. No response.

Riza shuffled over to the youngest member of their team. Herheart tore in her chest. No, no, no.He couldn’t die. Riza wouldn’t allow it. Not Fuery, anyone but Fuery. He wastoo good, the best out of all of them.

Get. Up.

Her body scraped roughly along the ground as she fought tothe boy’s side. He wasn’t a boy, but that was what it felt like to Riza. He wasso young… Too young to be fighting in this war of theirs.

Yet he did. They all did. For the future.

The dark patch of blood in his left side dripped onto theground, creating a pool. Riza shoved her hand atop of it, stemming the flow asbest she could.

They had been side by side when Lust arrived, skewering themboth with the same hand. Riza should have seen it coming, but when a homunculuswith speed like hers crept up on them, they hadn’t stood a chance.

Riza was alive, for now. So, she would do her best to tryand save her comrade.

Her friend.

“Hang in there Fuery,” Riza whispered, wincing again at thepain in her side. Her other hand was pressed against her own wound, but theblood trickled between her fingers with no end.

Whimpering against the pain, Riza bowed her head and prayedfor the first time in her life. Not for herself, but for Fuery.

*          *          *

“Boss! Through here!”

Roy rolled across the open area, coming to a stop besideHavoc. Breda was earnestly beckoning him as Havoc provided covering fire aroundthe corner.

Breda guided him to the alleyway where Fuery and Hawkeye hadbeen located at the start of the shootout. When Roy saw what awaited them inthat godforsaken alleyway, he stopped dead.

He now realised why there was blood on Breda’s uniform.

He hadn’t been hurt.

But they had.

Fuery was unconscious – dead? – on the ground, blood pouringfrom his left side. Hawkeye lay on her side next to him, a hand desperatelytrying to press against his wound. Her own wound – a matching one on her rightside – poured freely as well, creating a pool on the ground below.

No…

Roy lunged for them both, taking Riza’s wrist gently in his.He removed it from Fuery’s side, moving to grip her blood-soaked hand tightly.He weaved his fingers through hers, willing her to meet his gaze.

“It’s okay, we’ve got you,” he told her. He placed his freehand against Fuery’s side, barking at Breda to get back up here now. Riza gripped his hand tightly andRoy sighed in relief, glad to feel the strength behind her grip.

“Back up is on the way. I’ll go help Havoc with the suppressivefire, sir,” Breda announced, leaving before Roy could argue otherwise. Not thathe would have anyway. Havoc had been backed into the alleyway, firing back atthe men who had initiated the gun fight, thanks to a prompt from Lust. Roy knew he had heard her voice somewherebefore.

Goddamnit, he growledto himself.

“Lieutenant keep as much pressure on your wound as possible,”Roy ordered, his throat tightening. They shouldn’t be in the situation. How hadthis even happened?

“How… is Fuery?” she rasped. Roy’s head snapped towards her.Even though her grip was strong on his hand, her voice wasn’t. He readjustedthe grip on her hand, brushing his fingers over the pulse point on her wrist.It was difficult to feel, but he found it eventually. It was thready.

“He’s going to be okay. So are you, I just need you to holdon a little longer,” he begged. Hunched over both their bleeding forms, Roy hadnever felt so useless before. What good was he as a commanding officer if he couldn’tprotect his own?

“Lieutenant?” he asked, real fear creeping into his tone. “Lieutenant!”Her eyes fluttered closed, hand going limp in his.

*          *          *

Riza heard voices talking as she moved.

But that couldn’t be right. She was lying on her back, butthe ground beneath her was moving. Quickly. How was that possible? Cracking aneye open she saw bright, fluorescent lights.

“… stabbed. So was Sergeant Fuery.”

Roy…

She felt better knowing that he was here, that she wasn’t alone.

How was Fuery? Was he okay? Did he…?

“Sergeant Fuery is in surgery at the moment,” someone fromRiza’s left stated. “He’s lost a lost of blood. So has Lieutenant Hawkeye. Weare…”

Riza drifted off once more, unable to focus on anything.However, there was a sudden pressure on her hand, giving her fingers a quicksqueeze. She returned the gesture as best she could.

“I’m here,” Roy told her, his voice distant as the darknesscrept in again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

*          *          *

Riza lost a lot of blood.

Lust had almost nicked her lungs, but her freakish bladeshad narrowly avoided the one on the right. The doctor told the rest of the teamthe distance between the stab wound and Riza and Fuery’s lungs and it almostmade Roy vomit on the spot.

His poor subordinates.

They didn’t deserve this.

There was more medical jargon that Roy was just too tiredand too worried out of his mind to comprehend. All Roy could understand thoughwas that she hadn’t woken up yet and the constant beeping to his right from theheart monitor was now attuned to his very being. He had been in this room, byher side, for so long that he could detect any minor change in her heartbeat.He had learned the hard way to read it after she flatlined shortly after beingmoved here.

That had been the scariest moment of Roy’s life.

The reality of living life without Riza Hawkeye was rudely shovedin his face and he had been unprepared. The panic and grief overwhelmed him somuch, he cried silently when he returned to her bedside an hour afterwards, themachine beeping steadily once again.

So yes, he had memorised that rhythm as if his life dependedon it.

Head in his hands, he counted the beeps as his elbows restedon Riza’s bedside. Fuery was on the next bed over, by the window. He remainedvigilant over them both, the silent protector, until the rest of the team arrivedin an hour or so.

“Roy?” Riza croaked quietly.

His head snapped up, breathing halted as he dared to believethis was finally happening.

Two whole days he had been waiting for this moment.

Snapping one of her hands up, clasping both his hands aroundhers tightly, Roy kissed the tips of her cool fingers.

“You’re awake,” he replied in relief.

“What… What happened?”

“Lust stabbed you, do you remember that?”

Riza nodded, wincing as that movement aggravated something andcaused her pain. Her eyes widened momentarily.

“Where is Fuery? Is he okay?” Her voice broke in her hasteand worry.

Roy gave her hand a squeeze. “He’s okay. He’s in the bedright next to you. Fuery lost more blood than you did, apparently, so it may belonger until he wakes.”

“What happened with Lust –?”

“Let’s talk about this later, Riza.” Roy noted how hereyebrow arched at the use of her first name, but Roy didn’t care. “Please? Ijust got you back and the last thing I want to do is talk about work.”

“Okay,” she agreed with a quiet sigh.

“Thank you,” he breathed, bringing her fingers to his lipsonce more to kiss them. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.”

“I thought… I thought you were gone when I rounded thatcorner,” Roy admitted, finally able to face the worry and anxiety that had madeits home in his chest for the past two days. Now that Riza was awake andtalking, he felt he could finally face it without breaking down. “But youfought it, to save Fuery.”

Riza nodded. “I couldn’t let him go out like that,” shewhispered, eyes finding his, willing him to understand. “He doesn’t deservethat.”

“No, he doesn’t. Thanks to you, he won’t.”

Riza smiled, closing her eyes as they drooped.

“And neither do you,” Roy added, quieter. He smirked when thateyebrow arched again. “Rest, Riza. We can talk more later.” He lifted a hand toher head, brushing her fringe from her face, his fingers ghosting over hercheek as they moved back to her hand. Riza made a soft sound as Roy touched her,and he wasn’t too proud to admit he enjoyed hearing it.

He just wished it hadn’t been when she was in a hospital bedafter fighting for her life.

“Will you stay?” she asked, eyes still closed.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he vowed, unable to resistpressing his lips to her forehead. “I promise. Get some rest.”

“Thank you, Roy.”fic

[thoughtsofdarc]

The Butterfly Effect - Part 5 - The Ex

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Words: 1450

A/N: This took me forever to write... Almost 4 hours for just about 1500 words. I’m getting so frustrated, that my hands don’t work proberly. The pain ain’t getting worse, so i take that as a good sign, but now it needs to leave, and take the numbness with it too.  Anyway... Enjoy this next chapter - We are working our way through the clichés... But who are we trying to be kidding? They are clichés for a reason right ;)  

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Bucky is the perfect man. He's sweet and caring, always asking how I'm doing and is actually listening to what I tell him. He's funny and makes me laugh over and over again, the more he can make me laugh the happier he seems to be. He's the perfect gentleman, observant, present and making me feel important, even if I'm talking about boring stuff like laundry.

He's sooo handsome, like taken out of a photo shoot for some high end fashion magazine. Sometimes, I even feel a tad to normal, even boring, compared to him. But he always acts like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world.

Not to mention, he is the best kisser I have ever laid my lips on. He takes my breath away, and makes me longing for more whenever he leaves, giving me butterflies in my stomach just by thinking of him.

Everything I've dreamed of. Except, I'm not really sure where I got him.

"So, have you... you know... done it yet?" Natasha cocks an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on her lips as she sips her coffee.

We are sitting at the coffee shop again, the one where Bucky gave me his number, hidden under a cookie.

I raise my eyebrows in surprise and look around to see if anyone heard her very direct and very private question. Luckily for me, it doesn't seem like anyone is paying us attention.

"No! What, no...? No!" The words come out as a stutter, and I cringe when I hear just how flustered I sound. Way to go y/n, that will definitely make her believe you.

 Natasha laughs as she squints and point a finger at me "You just said no, tree times. Don't hold back on me... how was it?" She leans in, ready to hear all the juicy details. So typically Nat!

 I sigh, deeply as I play with the handle of the coffee mug.

"I'm serious Nat... We haven't. I'm not even sure that we are official. I mean, we've been out more than enough to think we are, but... It's like it never goes any further than dates, holding hands and mind-blowing goodbye kisses" I look at her, sadder than I intent to.

 "Oh Sweetie! I'm sorry... I thought you..." She trails off and I nod, understanding what she means.

"Well, if he can't get his ass in gear and officially make you his, I see no other choice than for us to go out and have some fun tonight. There's this new bar a few blocks from my work and I've been dying to go. It's been ages since the last time we went out, and also this is going to be one of the last times having a girls night out before I officially becomes Mrs. Barton"

 "Nat, I don't know..." I start, but she cuts me off very quickly.

"Y/n, I'm not saying you have to find another guy... it's just a girls night out. Clint is working late, and I really want to go... Please?" She looks at me with her puppy dog eyes as she tries to hide her smile. She knows I can't refuse, and yelp out a celebrating "Yes!" when I agree to go.

 "Y/n, stop fussing, you look great!" Natasha swats my hand away from the hem of the dress she has lent me.

"But it's so short!" I whine and tug on the fabric again, trying to make it cover a bit more of my thighs but to no avail.

It does look great, and it hugs my curves all the right places. My ass looks great and with the high heels matching the dress, I look like a million dollars.

But this outfit will get me attention and something inside of me keeps reminding me, that I don't want anyone else's attention but Bucky's.

 Once seated at the corner of the bar, after having ordered a drink each, I relax a bit. There's a cozy atmosphere. I'm typing out a message, only listening halfheartedly to something Nat is saying, barely hitting send before the phone is snatched from my hands. "No phones!" she says sternly and put it in her purse.

"But, I was just texting Bucky, letting him know..." I start, but she cuts me off quickly by adding "And no, Bucky! This is girl's night out, remember?"  

 I smile sheepishly and nod. Clinking our glasses together, we are already deep in conversation again.

 "Y/n?!" I hear a familiar voice and immediately my eyes widen, cringing when I see the recognition in Natasha's eyes.

I turn around, and surely there he is, the one ex I don't want to meet ever again.

 "Brock, hi" the words are short and not inviting to further talk, but Brock being Brock he ignores the clear dismissal in my voice.

 "Y/n, it is you! I thought my eyes deceived me... You look fine" His words are slippery and hold more than just a compliment. That guy never did want anything else but my body.

"Still just the two of you like always, hmm?" He's eyes roam both Natasha's and my own body like they were food and he was a starving man "I thought I heard you had gotten married Tash. Settling down in the boring life as a housewife? And yet, here you both are just like the old days. Nothing's changed huh?"

 Natasha's eyes are hard and cold, she never did like Brock, and looking back I don't blame her.

She holds up her hand, flashing the beautiful ring that Clint gave her "Everything has changed, Brock. Now go away... we're having a girl's night here"

 He laughs, ignoring her completely as he moves closer to me, putting his hand on the small of my back, his eyes roaming my cleavage "Let me buy you a drink Y/n"

He signals to the bartender to make new drinks, even though I say no.

 Brock never was one to listen to others. And my discomfort is clearly showing to everybody in the room, except from him.

 When Brock puts his other hand on my thigh, Natasha is just about to jump up and yank him away from me, but someone else steps in close and lean in to kiss my cheek. Doing so, he comes in between Brock an myself, making Brock have to let go of me.

 "Hi Doll! I'm sorry I'm late. I got here as fast as I could, but traffic was a pain" Bucky's velvet voice rings sweetly in my ear, and I can't stop myself from grinning widely when I look up at him. Even Natasha looks happy to see him interrupting.

 He leans in and plants a quick kiss on my lips, making me sigh out loud before he turns to Brock and extend his hand.

"Hi, I'm Bucky, y/n's boyfriend... And you are?" The words are cold as ice, and leave no room for Brock to question what is happening.

 "I'm leaving..." He mumbles and turns around to walk away.

 I beam up at Bucky, who looks like he is watching a cockroach following Brock with his eyes. Natasha smirks looking from me, to Bucky and back to me, before she says

"I'll be right back, I have to give Clint a call" She winks at me as she stands up and makes her way towards the ladies room.

 "Thank you for saving me there..." Looking at Bucky, seeing how handsome he looks in dark jeans, tight navy-blue pullover and his hair pulled up into a bun. His blue eyes meet mine and his lips curl up in the smile I've come to love and adore.

 "Couldn't let that beast put his hands on you, Snow White" He answers and I have to giggle at his words.. "Wrong Disney Princess, Park Guy"

 His eyes wander over me. For a second I swear his eyes takes a darker shade of blue and he clench his jaw as if he is holding something back before he whispers "God, you are beautiful!"

 The waiter comes over and places the two drinks that Brock ordered before, in front of us as he says "One beer for the gentleman and one 'Blue Butterfly' for the lady" before he smiles shortly and quickly turns away to takes the next order.

 We both chuckle when we hear the name of the drink. I let my finger run over the cool glass before I turn to look at him, a shy smile on my lips

"So... My boyfriend, huh??"

 Bucky's eyes looks deeply into mine, his smile never leaving his lips as he puts his hand on my cheek

"Only if you'll have me?"

Part 6

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[cathulhukraken]

Guys I have never taken such thorough notes in my entire life

Aka: new Sanders Sides video analysis/commentary *Warning: this is really long

- from the very beginning, Thomas is down in the dumps (that drill pun was top notch, though)

- I LIVE for the new intro

- The ‘what is up everybody?’ is flat, which is already a sign of bad things to come

- “I feel like a raging dumpster fire.” BIG MOOD

- Virgil being first on the scene is not a good sign

- The lil confused banter is too pure tbh

- Virgil’s lil concerned face and his voice change is my life

- THE MUSIC WHEN VIRGIL KICKS IN AND THE SUBTLE ROAST I LIVE

- ‘Guys and Dolls’ is code

- VIRGIL PANICKING

- VIRGIL SWEARING ft. Black Bar

- WHY ARE PATTON AND ROMAN ‘preoccupied’?!

- Logan’s lil ‘joke’ about feeling is eIGHT DIFFERENT KINDS OF NOT OKAY YOU HAVE FEELINGS LOGAN

- Patton’s ‘slip of the tongue’ is confirming 12 different HCs I have about him hiding his sadness with puns and dad jokes and thaT’S NOT A GOOD THING

- also LoGAN SANDERS YOUR HUSBAND IS SAD HELP HIM INSTEAD OF LINGERING ON THE ONESIE

- *clap* LET *clap* PATTON *clap* WEAR *clap* HIS *clap* ONESIE *clap* 

- Roman’s lovesick ass being a creeper and trying to get back with Thomas’s ex has me sHOOK

- ALSO Y E S VIRGE SHUT DOWN THE CREEPYNESS BEFORE IT STARTS WERK

- And Ro getting all defensive is precious

- “Did someone say cat aesthetic?”

- LET HIM WEAR THE ONESIE GDI I WILL FITE

- “Would’ve been funnier if you said ‘Patton-ly’.”

- PUNS TO HIDE THE PAIN CONFIRMED

- Virgil stepping in and wrangling the sides

- Thinking about guys: “Well, yeah.” “What else is new?” (could be gayer)

- Pat trying to distract Thomas with Harry Potter 10/10

- THE R E F E R E N C E S

- Ro being creepy x2 (ft. Virgil AND LOGAN cutting him off immediately)

- Patton, the master of dad jokes, making a bad one iS NOT A GOOD SIGN

- Thomas keeping it real about not being able to fix a long-term relationship ending (#relatable)

- Roman being creepy x3

- “Do you have any chill?” no, he doesn’t

- “Roman is onto something.” “He is?” “I am? I am!”

- N O S T A L G I A

- Logan speaking like an MLA-formatted research paper (including cited sources)

- Roman calling Virge ‘dude’ and getting all defensive is my kink

- Pat being cautious should be a sIGN HELLO RIGHT THERE GUYS

- AND VIRGE AGREEING SIGN SIGN SIGN

- also GOD ROMAN LET IT GO YOU’RE NOT GETTING BACK TOGETHER IT ISN’T HAPPENING (and ‘Jack Smellington’? You’re better than that, Ro)

- ‘can they?’ iN GLOOMY UNISON FUQ NO PUMP THE BRAKES

- and Patton immediately covering it uP NOPE P U M P THOSE B R A K E S

- Virgil, tell them no, tell them it’s a bad idea, come oN

- pAT TELL THEM NO (Patton of all people being cautious SHOULD’VE BEEN ENOUGH TO STOP THIS IN THE TRACKS)

- “You’re at the core of a lot of my happy feelings!’ “I’m at the core of a lot of your feelings.” THAT’S A CLUE OKAY FULL STOP

- Logan, stoP PUSHING

- also, Ro? That pun? and calling attention to it? Trying too hard, buddy

- ‘Well, here’s hoping that nickname doesn’t last!’ *hand up* ‘Please, Romano.’

- THOMAS LISTEN TO YOUR ANXIETY

- ‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this.’ “I’ve got a bad feeling about everything.” YOU JUST GUILT TRIPPED YOUR ANXIETY HOW DARE YOU

-Okay, Patton’s room is everything I hoped it would be, down to the soft glow lighting effects

- The fact that Virgil’s stairs holds all of Thomas’ cringey edgy poetry gives me life

- also, ofc all the theatre stuff is in Roman’s corner

- And Logan’s area is all the academic stuff bc obviously

- And Pat’s window is just really soft and happy it makes me happy

- “No need to demonstrate” awe Ro just tell him he can’t dance

- also Virge realizing that he’s also the part of Thomas that so desperately wanted to be an edgelord is my life

- ‘I don’t know how this works’ awe Lo, stop pretending you don’t have feelings, we all know you do

- THE RAINFOREST RAP

- ‘This song is a Bop!’ same Ro

- Lo, Ro, and Thomas all rapping oml my heart

- also Virge cringing his face off is me

- ALL THE CUTE MEMENTOS AND MEMORIES I L I V E

- Patton stuttering bc he’s so excited makes me irrationally happy

- The changing picture in the background

- ‘You were trying so hard to be edgy’ says the resident edgelord

- Roman being his usual bantery self before tripping over himself to appologise 10/10

- Virgil and Roman realising that in an off-handed way, all the poetry and imaginary worlds Roman created wouldn’t have been possible without Virgil

- Thomas being a little disoriented and ‘I’m not sure what’s happening’ shOULD’VE BEEN A CLEAR INDICATOR TO LEAVE

- Pat babbling about how nice things were is me

- But at least Logan was trying to kinda keep things on track

- Pat, Ro, and Thomas being loud af (Thomas screaming, Roman playing the recorder, etc.) is NOT GOOD

- Logan trying to coral the others, while V starts getting overwhelmed

- LO BEING THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES IT, AND THE FINGER DRUMMING

- also, the other three not paying a lick of attention to Virgil needing to leave

- Logan trying to explain that they need to leaVE RN, LIKE RN and the others not getting it

- Virge being asked and blurting out ‘no’ but meaning ‘yes’// HE LOOKS DISORIENTED

- Lo getting frustrated that they just want to wallow in nostalgia and just not getting it

- Thomas and Roman brushing Lo off and frustrating him more (also ‘sub-astute teacher’? Roman come on, you’re better than that)

- ‘Logan can you stop...? Please...?’ CAN YOU HEAR THAT?! IT’S THE SOUND OF MY HEART SHATTERING INTO A MILLION PIECES

- Logan leaving Virgil there in his anger and trapping V in there bc you know he’s too overwhelmed to get out himself like LOGAN SANDERS GET BACK HERE AND TAKE VIRGIL WITH YOU

- VIRGIL LOOKING SO PANICKED NOOOOOOOO

- The end card scene about doing a cliff-hanger I DON’T APPRECIATE THAT JAB THOMAS WAS THAT CALLED FOR?

In short:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

[nymphisl]

Bae Jinyoung as your boyfriend

- you and jinyoung are neighbours, and oddly enough you both hardly even recognise each others presence - whilst walking to school, during school and the walk home you guys generally ignore each other - that doesn’t mean you don’t think about each other though - you notice jinyoung always lingering outside his house and only starting to walk to school once you’ve left your house - he waits for you so you can walk together! (by together i mean jinyoung walking an awkward distance away from you) - he thinks you don’t notice but of course you do - “are you waiting for me?” - “me? Waiting for you? Well… I guess you noticed…“ - jinyoung losing confidence and staring at the ground - “let’s properly walk to school together, rather than having this weird distance between us- I mean we are neighbours so we may as well.” - jinyoung smiling was a rare moment (for now) and your lips instantly turn up at the sight of his smile - your friendship slowly develops, from awkward conversations about homework to having an intense conversation on conspiracy theories - “y/n stop scaring me with your lies, yOU ARE FAKE NEWS!!!” - jinyoung refusing to listen to your theories and deciding to run away - and now it’s some form of hide and seek as you can’t seem to find jinyoung - “jinyoung… Please come out, I dont want to walk home without you. I’ll be too lonely without you… Jinyoungieeee I’m sorry!!” - his heart melted when you tried to do aegyo, whether it was because he cringed so much or maybe the fact he was hopelessly in love with you - “sURPRISE” - he jumped out of nowhere and somehow you ended up in his arms - in the heat of the moment before he knew it, jinyoung had his head leaning in and so did you - first kiss yeAH BOIII - his lips are soft and a blush quickly spreads - awkward silences otw home and jinyoung continuously glancing your way - “y/n, I’m sorry. I was out of order, I should’ve just held my feeling- I shouldn’t have just sprung on you like that we should just forg-” - “I like you bae jinyoung.” - he slowly intertwines his finger with yours - “me too… I like you.” - yay relationship!!!! - regular detours on the route to school just so he can talk to you for longer - jinyoung is shy with your relationship and you both have decided to keep it on the down low so not many people know you guys are dating - he has a habit of walking past you in the hallway, deliberately making sure his fingers quickly linger on yours - eye contact from the other side of the hallway - “yah jinyoung, you’ll never guess what, I’m paired up with y/n for the project. I’m so lucky, not only is she smart but kind of cute- do you think y/n has a boyfriend?” - you can tell jinyoung is angry even from the other side of the hallway, he slammed his locker before leaving without even saying bye to his friend - it’s lunch and your at the rooftop where you normally eat lunch together and you see jinyoung pacing around - “what’s wrong? Did something happen, you seem kind of annoyed…” - he ignores you and continues to pace around - “if you’re going to be like this I’ll just eat lunch in the cafeteria.” - you storm off into the cafeteria not realising that jinyoung was actually following you - you reach the cafeteria only to realise everyone’s eyes are on you, and then you look down to see jinyoung is firmly holding onto your hand… - “wOW… yAH Y/N WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US ABOUT DATING JINYOUNG?!” - everyone was listening in to the conversation between the two of you and your group of friends - “we’ve been dating for a long time already, I thought most people knew…” - jinyoung answered for you, a smirk on his lips as he wrapped his hand around your waist, he knew everyone was watching and made sure they witnessed this - so now your relationship is public!!! - holding hands and he makes sure to hold your hand even tighter when you started complaining about how sweaty his palms are - convenience store dates, which include several cups of ramen - you watch him slurp his noodles and you can’t help but smile at how goddamn cute he looks - “you must be thinking, ‘wow my boyfriend is so goddamn cute I’m so lucky to have him’- admit it y/n.” - “no, I’m thinking ‘wow my boyfriend has sauce all over his lips’ hehehehehe” - he stops eating and props his elbows on the table, leaning his face onto his hands PSH trying to be cute… It was working - “the sauce just makes my lips even more kissable, y/n I know you want to kiss meeee” - his lips were pouted and he was doing a silly type of aegyo but jinyoung was right, you did want to kiss him - your lips meet and you can taste the ramen which causes giggles from the both of you - jinyoung also enjoys giving you back hugs, normally out of the blue at the most random moments - but you enjoys the way his arms feel around your waist and the way he nuzzles his face into your neck - you’ve realised he enjoys your neck a lot - in dramas the girl normally leans on the boys shoulder, but lmao it’s the other way around for you guys - jinyoung likes placing his head on your shoulder and enjoys leaving kisses on your neck - studying together includes both of you getting distracted by one another - your both trying to study for the English test but in all honesty, the both of you are more interested in other things - “I’m getting bored, y/n let’s take a break, pleaseee” - he’s realised that aegyo is the key that allows him to get what you want - “how about no” - you focus your attention back to your notes but at the corner of your eyes you can see jinyoung approaching you - a hand appears on your waist and the other on your cheek - and before you know it, the studying turns into a make out session - “jinyoung did you know that I have the same birthday as youngmin sunbae” - you spilled the most random things into the conversation, which was fine with jinyoung - but today he just wasn’t talking so you were trying your best to form some kind of conversation - “what’s wrong? Why aren’t you talking? Are you okay…” - he let go of your hand and turned to face you - “did you know that you’ve been hanging around with youngmin loads, you even left me to walk home by myself to stay with him and now you won’t stop talking about him” - you can’t help but laugh at how childish he was being rn and it didn’t help that you were annoyed with him for ignoring you the past few days - “so my concern for our relationship is funny?…” - “look jinyoung, I’m laughing because you’re acting childish; we’re in the same dance club and we have to choreograph together, I’ve told you this before. I don’t understand why your so jealous when you know I like you.” - “But he’s so much better looking than me and youngmin can dance, he’s smart and he’s so good looking-” - “jinyoung, by any chance are you in love with youngmin sunbae???” - this caused a chuckle from the both of you, and you slowly approached him, just about reaching your arms around his neck - “stop comparing yourself with others, jinyoung you’re everything I want and need, tsh- why do you ruin the moment, look into my eyes instead of the ground hehehe” - he lifted his eyes to meet with yours - “y/n, I’m not in love with youngmin sunbae but truthfully I do have a shrine in my bedroom dedicated to him. What are you doing to me, I’ve completely fallen for you, y/n I love you so much.” - another chuckle sprung out the both of you before embracing each other once more - “you’re joking about the shrine right? Because if the guy I love has a shrine for someone and that someone isn’t me, we’ll have some sErIOUS issues!1!1!!” - his arm wraps around your shoulder and the both of you start walking home, jinyoung reaches your ear and whispers - “to be honest, the shrine in my room is dedicated to you- and a good 25% of the shrine space is for youngmin” - if you haven’t already guessed, sarcasm is something both of you indulge in - buT anyway first time saying ily!!!! - jinyoung enjoys squishing your cheeks especially when your annoyed, he says you look like an angry bird character - cooking together, I mean if you consider making ramen ‘cooking’ lmao, but y'all are still cute together - arguing over how much water to boil as well as how many packets to put in - “but y/n everytime I put one packet you always finish first and eat some of mine…” - most of the time spent together would be inside in each others arms cuddling; jinyoungs long body would wrap around you and he’d blow into your ear, knowing how ticklish you are - he also tries his best to keep you awake - “y/n I love you, wake up… You’re missing out on my cuteness and me pouring my heart out!!” - “if you continue like this you’ll have nothing to pour out of your heart because I will have stopped it, I just want to sleeeeppp” - he places a soft kiss on your nose before pulling you closer as he tries to drift to sleep - “yah jinyoung, I was kidding, continue telling me about the episode of circle…” - cute pillow talks!! - you’ve both fallen for each other and in love, the end…