#also all the fashion sense packs the actual outfit is from

[lilietsblog]

My Stardew Valley farmer (and part-time druid) Niku Natsume! (no relation)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Reading over your Savanaclaw clothing rant, and I don't know how I missed all the details you pointed out, especially about the sleeves.

I was mulling over why Ruggie has sleeves but literally everyone else doesn't, and then it hit me.... Could it be because Leona altered his uniform so that he could fully show off that lion bicep tattoo? It seems like he totally would, in a show of dominance and all that lolol. And then the mobs thought it was cool too so they followed suit. Djdnzjdjjs I could definitely see Crowley pitching a fit about the cut sleeves and then Leona would grumble, "Save your squawkin', Headmage. All the uniforms are uniform now ain't they?"

Also for the boob window thing, for an in universe theory, I think it might be to show off his jewelry? Some very quick and possibly inaccurate armchair googling shows that jewelry in Africa or Sunset Savanna I guess?? Tends to be intricate and detailed, and can indicate power, wealth, or status. I wouldn't be surprised that Leona likes a subtle way of showing off his status with his traditional accessories.

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ONE OF MY FRIENDS (who shall not be named, but you know who you are) BULLIES ME FOR NOTICING THESE DETAILS ABOUT THEIR OUTFITS… “Wooow, you’re staring at [redacted] so much and finding excuses to do it?? You’re obsessed.” IT’S MY NEUROTICISM, IT’S WINNING OTL

You know what, that’s actually a plausible theory 😭 If I recall correctly, Leona became dorm leader in his second year at school. At that time, Ruggie would have enrolled as a first year. Once Leona came into power, he’d have the privilege of being able to alter his dorm uniform. He could remove the sleeve just to show off his tattoo and assert his dominance as the proverbial “leader of the pack.” (Side note: for the longest time, I thought the tattoo was temporary or just makeup… like the Heartslabyul card suits on their faces 💦) However, Leona would still have the dorm uniforms with sleeves from his first year, which he could have passed onto Ruggie (since it is canon that he gives Ruggie his hand-me-down clothes). And the Savanaclaw mobs are such diehard Leona stans that they’d probably go, “What, the boss is wearing his uniform like that? Cool!! Let’s do it too!” and follow his fashion statement… This might also explain why Rook appears to have (ripped off) sleeves on his Savanaclaw uniform, as he was in that dorm as a first year. He is the same year as Leona, so they would have both had the sleeves still on. This would also explain why Jack, the straight-laced first year, seems to have his uniform tailored when he enrolled. At that time, the common Savanaclaw dorm uniforms would have already been altered to have no sleeves in order to follow the leader.

BabcsqdAdSEracqvw Why can I totally see that unfolding between Crowley and Leona 😭 Crowley lamenting that it’s only supposed to be the dorm leader’s uniform that differs, so why’s it suddenly the entire dorm’s uniforms have been altered? Have they no respect for tradition??? And Leona would definitely twist the situation to turn it around on Crowley, riding on the fact that the uniforms are technically still “uniform” now.

Mmm, I guess that reasoning could make sense since Leona does have that really gaudy, chunky gold necklace, though I don’t think he’s necessarily doing it out of a sense of tradition. Leona is the type of person that usually gets annoyed with tradition and wants to make practical changes. (For example, he wants to remove the feathers from his staff but complains he would get scolded for it since the feathers represent the King of Beasts’ hornbill advisor.) However, I do believe he’s arrogant enough to want to show off his status as dorm leader and I guess being more decked out in jewelry + having a more open shirt could call attention to that. But SUBTLE??? 💀 Maybe it feels subtle in-universe but with how the devs constantly flaunt his boobs, it certainly doesn’t feel that way irl, lmao 😂 Bro’s constantly got shots of his hakuna matatas cleavage, even in other characters’ cards (*stares at Jack’s birthday boy groovy*).

He’s so pathetic and desperate to assert himself as Top Dog 🙄 Gross 💀 COVER UP, SLUT… NO ONE NEEDS TO SEE THAT…

P.S. Father Flamme 🙏 pray thee forgive me for spending all this time hyperfixating on and analyzing the Savanaclaw boys… Give me a pass, their dorm uniforms are confusing as hell 💀

[frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers]

Frozen: Winter Festival: A new short? | News

Guyyss we might possibly have brand new Frozen content on the horizon!! A new short could be coming out soon!

All credits go to @/girliesandghouls on Instagram. Today, leaks have come out for some Frozen Dolls on Amazon set for release on September 1st. These are the images released.

These dolls are titled "Mattel Frozen Fashion Dolls". These specific ones are the "Icy Ice Skating" Elsa and Anna. We also have Olaf with an ice cart, Frozen carriage and doll play set, and Frozen ball gown 2 pack.

The details for the dolls are:

This confirms that Frozen: Winter Festival is some kind of feature, most likely and possibly a short. But more on that in a bit.

The new looks:

They look good but I want to look deeper into what their outfits really look like. These dolls definitely give Olaf's Frozen Adventure vibes with the blues and the winter outfits:

For Anna, her hair seems to be fully done and not in any kind of style unlike Frozen 2 when she had braids at the back of her hair. He jacket has the same structure as her OFA one with the collar, sleeves, the waistline and the buttons. She has a black bodice with the familiar pointed down waistline. Her skirt is the gradient of dark blue. With a similar pattern to her Frozen blue skirt. It could be the same length as that. Her boots however are much shorter than the usual high boots we've seen on her previous looks. They even have a fluffy rim around it and laces too. The boots are a purple pink like her cape in Frozen but because it's a doll, it's probably more detailed in the actual short or feature. I absolutely love her look. I love her OFA look so I'm excited for this one too. Obviously it's going to be more detailed in the short because dolls simplify things.

For Elsa, her hairstyle seems to be the same as her Fifth Spirit look. Elsa's dress is giving me more of her dress under her Frozen 2 coat vibe with the lines, snowflake designs and sparkles and her leggings/ trousers. But I think the purple part of her dress is that sequin type look of that frozen 2 dress under her coat. Her dress has an asymmetrical shape to it being lifted from the front. Her previous longer dresses have a train at the back however this dress could be shorter with no train just to show her leggings and also for ice skating purposes, so the train doesn't get caught. Her dress has a blue to purple gradient to it at the skirt and the sleeves like her classical ice dresses as well as the familiar pointed down sleeve ends. Her ice sandals have been ditched for ice heels again which I love. Elsa's cape is roughly the same length as the back of Elsa's dress and has a white to purple gradient to it. The shape seems to be the same as her previous longer ice dresses being from the back or under arms. Her leggings are also purple. Overall I think I love this look. As I said for Anna it's going to be more detailed in the short because dolls simplify things. And I love how Elsa isn't in white because it's not her main iconic colour unlike blue. And purple as her accent colour makes sense as her cape is a bluish purple in her Fifth Spirit look.

To clarify, these looks are the "Icy Ice Skating" looks, not the ball gown ones. The ball gown looks have not yet been leaked yet.

These are the Frozen and Frozen 2 Mattel dolls for outfit comparison:

So yeah we can see that the previous Frozen Mattel dolls have simplified some of the details the actual looks have so it's gone these looks from Frozen: Winter Festival is simplified too.

So with these looks analysed briefly, I'm so excited for their ball gown looks. They haven't had a ball gown look since Frozen when Elsa had her coronation. So just imagine their full length dresses stunning again.

The new short?

So most likely this is from a new short in the works. Some of us probably weren't expecting anything new let alone a short before the big two part movies but some of us were hoping. And looks like it's true. It makes sense to have a short now because Frozen 3 isn't coming until 2026! Some of us were expecting they'd keep the 6 year gap and release it next year in 2025 but they have made the gap 7 years from Frozen 2. So it's great to have another short while we wait.

I believe this short could be out this year and be in front of Moana 2 in November. Mostly because that release date is Frozen's usual release month and Moana is highly anticipated so it's a good strategy to get people to see this short if theatrical. And also because if the short is set in winter, it makes sense to release it closer to Winter time. That's obviously just my guess. But to think that this short is set in winter means it'll give that Frozen and OFA vibe that is iconic to the franchise. I say that because I know Frozen 2 is controversial to the fandom for understandable reasons and with the autumn vibe the theme of change really screams out. So it's nice to be back in the winter element again with the sisters together.

And if some of you believe this is a leak of Frozen 3, I would completely deny that because I doubt we'd get a leak so soon, more than 2 years before it's release date. With all we know of Frozen 3 behind the scenes too, the leaks seem to be tightly sealed because the movies sound big and any details given could spoil it for us of course. Besides a Short around this time makes much more sense.

As for the runtime of this short, that's obviously not known but if we were to guess, it would be 20 - 30 minutes because if any shorter they would only have time for one look. Frozen Fever was 7 minutes and Olaf's Frozen Adventure was 22 minutes. OFA had one main look but Anna's look was slightly adapted for the search for the Olaf scene, consisting of a blue snow hat, her two iconic braids and blue mitten gloves similar to that of Frozen. So it's possible that this short is slightly longer than OFA to have a decent amount of time on both outfits.

When the ball gown dolls leak I'll analyse them too. So keep your eyes peeled.

[luffyvace]

hello!1!!!1

been on your blog for a while and never had the guts to send a request/chit chat w you (still don't qvq)

but the recent request had me giggling about it

imagen when gf and Saiki's sis having sleepovers or skin-care day they make Kusuo turn into his girl form (kuriko) so it's all girls' day

or if Saiki's sis tagged along into one of their outing dates instead of being a third wheel she becomes their child always checking up on her and making sure she is full if they ever eat out and having a day on where they are going

or on cold days gf makes sure the Saiki duo is all warmed up and dressed well and fixes any of their outfits if she sees sm wrong with it

gf just becoming a mom friend to sis saiki is just<333

(also this audio stuck into me when I was thinking about your HC)

((sis:you could kiss anyone in this world. who would it be ?

gf: my handsome boyfriend kusuo

sis: the shit Don't count you would do that anyway

gf: Saiki kuriko

sis: THE DOESN'T COUNT

kuriko: why are you trying so hard for??))

HIIII! Well I’m glad you finally came around dear!! Im very happy to hear from you <33 Don’t be afraid to request as long as they’re open and you can talk to me anytime!! 💗💗

I was so happy with how it turned out and I’m ecstatic to see you enjoyed it as well! 😊

That is honestly such a cute and wholesome idea!!! I just know I’m gonna love writing for this so much 😭💗

I didn’t know the audio at first but I looked it up and that’s HILARIOUS 😂 it fits for Kuriko so much ‼️💥💥

(Head up I’m gonna write with you as Saiki’s sister again bc that’s the post you mentioned! 💞)

sleepovers with kuriko are awesome because you can do whatever you want and he she (ahem im going to use she/her pronouns for now since this is kuriko) really doesn’t care since your her favorite people 😊

face masks? Her reaction: 😐 playing in each others hair? Her reaction: 😐 karaoke? Her reaction: 😐 (heads up she’s not gonna sing 🥲

if you were to some how convince her to sing by using your cutest puppy dog eyes (or bribery…coffee jelly) she’d be the type to say the words more than she’s singing 😅💗

the thought that counts riiiight? (She’s totally the type to just claim she can’t sing so it sounds like she’s talking😂����)

you can dress her up in whatever she has in her closet too! Which is really fun because you get to go through it and see what kind of fashion style she has

like ik we see her fashion sense already because she obviously chooses her own clothes lol—my point is it’s always fun to go through other peoples closets and look at everything in they’re wardrobe 😂

you could even steal a few items and she wouldn’t care 🥹💓

btw all of this goes for both you and her girlfriend 😌

I can imagine one of you doing her hair while the other does her skin care routine (that the two of you made for her because I know she’s the type to just wash her face and that’s it- nothing wrong with that tho- that’s what I do..)

that’d be adorable 🥹💞

gf x saiki + child is your troupe 😂🩷

literally tho, think of their stay at home dates as that one episode where saiki, that random little kid he had to babysit and teruhashi was watching tv

except saiki and his girlfriend is actually dating-

and she adores you and loves having you there :)

she’ll let you crash their date any day (not literally crash but yk haha) and you could pick the show too!

Saiki may or may not be annoyed by this but he loves you both so he won’t say anything 😅💕

motherly gf always getting you extra snacks before you even ask

motherly gf letting you have the first and last grabs of every snack (SHE A W FOR THIS ONE-)

motherly gf letting you play in her hair

motherly girlfriend packing extra snacks for you when you go to their dates💞

motherly gf who considers you two sisters already

motherly gf who remembers the things you forget before you go for an outing

motherly gf bringing a hairbrush with her everywhere just in case of girl code 😌💓

motherly gf who doesn’t let you miss a meal and will steal from saiki to feed you (he can just apport more food even if you have powers too he’ll be fine 😊)

motherly gf who calls saiki to make sure YOUR sleep (😂😂) and say goodnight 🥰

motherly gf who don’t play about grades because you need to have an education no matter what you’ll be in life (which she’ll support with Saiki’s entire wallet 😊🌷) and WILL get the shoe/belt on you🤨😱 (dw it’s an empty threat)

motherly gf who takes you out for ice cream no matter what grade you get because she loves you and doesn’t wanna put too much pressure on you so she’ll simply help you study more instead of berating you🥹💓💓

saiki loving his gf being motherly to you and watching her take care of you all the time with a slight smile you never see

saiki feeling inspired to be kinder to you because of her even if you get on his nerves 🥹

which reminds me to talk abt!!

if you and Saiki get along! <3

if you do the holy trinity has formed no matter your religion and you 3 are an adorable trio (tell me why I forgot what a group of 3 was and had to search it up🧍‍♀️)

you guys go everywhere, do everything and talk about everything together 🩷

the three of you are inseparable and both you and your brother’s as well as his girlfriend’s parents find this to be the cutest thing

ngl I must say myself it’s very refreshing to see a couple and one of their sibling get along with no jealousy 😃(💗)

if you and saiki dont get along..😱

gf would probably force you two to talk it out whenever you argue

simply because she loves you both and wouldn’t want to sneak around talking to her two favs just because one of you is mad the other accidentally ate the other’s chips >:( (😂)

Especially with the awkwardness of being in between the disagreements where your just looking back and forth at the comebacks- 😃😅

if you have powers and gf knows abt it

she’d be pretty chill abt it seeing as though I’m pretty sure she knows about Saiki’s

she’d be interested to see if your powers are different in any way

or entirely different ones themselves!

she’d wonder if your parents have any too (after meeting the dad she’d think twice- 😂)

if your more open to using them in public or at all she’d ask for small favors if your willing to do them <33

if you have powers and gf doesn’t know abt it yet

you and your brother likely work together to keep her from finding out

whatever reasoning you have for not wanting others/her to find out- he gets it.

in this situation it’s ultimately up to you whether you tell her or not, and whether she knows about Saiki’s powers too

she’s definitely not stupid so you might have to work over time to hide it from her 😃

and there were plenty of close calls- 😁

if you don’t have powers at all that’s perfectly fine by her!! She loves he baby sister either way 😚

your parents allow her to come over unannounced and at any time!

they send her home with leftovers whenever she comes over for dinner

they’ve exchanged numbers with her parents (they’ve showed each other y’all baby pictures 😀)

Both your families have gone out to trips/fun places together which are a total blast! 💫😊

sleepovers whenever you want + your/her mom brings snacks occasionally = best night EVER🩷 (it’s super fun having to keep your giggles down while dressing up kuriko and her quickly turning back into a boy with a face mask and clips in his hair whenever one of your parents walk in🤣💗)

they absolutely adore her and are eagerly waiting for your brother and hers’ wedding! (I’m sure you are too💗—ahhh you’ll be the bridesmaid!)

I can totally see that audio being a funny moment between the 3 of you and I can’t stop giggling at it 😂😂

She literally just went to kuriko when you said no Kusuo- ngl ik that’s right🤣🤣💞

Yikes this took wait too long for me to get out- 😀 Here it is my dear!~ your headcanons are—

Served.~🍽️

-Brook🏴‍☠️ YOHOHOHOHO

[trashytrashsblog]

So I want to make a rant or idk just give my opinion (?) about MCL:NG since seven episodes have passed.

I actually started writing it after the fifth episode but I abandoned it in the drafts... so lol.

I know that there is a section on the forum about it but my english is too bad and I need to curse. Also I'd like to comment freely with other players.

So let's get started!

The website is really cool and different it's like fresh air, sometimes is a little bit overwhelming (like the colours) nonetheless I like it. I don't get why there isn't italian in the languages, maybe we are less than I imagined.

The calendar is a cute idea but all the pop-ups when you collect the things instead of one are so annoying. Hope they make it into ONE single pop-up. Also when you get the jokers and they last three days and you can't or have nothing to play... like useless? okay? thanks?

The currencies? Don't let me started.... I get it, the game needs money to run but for fuck sake too many and poorly set. I can't get over the fact that I have to use APs for buying shit, every time I use them I feel bad because then I fear I won't have enough for the upcoming episode. Miss gold valute :(

The daily limited offer idk, I think it is a little bit too expensive for what it provides, especially considering that we can’t even choose the color scheme. Also, it doesn’t make sense to have a daily offer that you pay for when all the packs appear everytime. Although I read from some user on the forum that certain packs don't appear, dunno why. Anyways why don't you display all of them?

I have the same problem, like everyone, with the messages and the hearts. Hope they create a button where we can send and collect the hearts all at once. However I don't like so much the limited daily hearts. The graphics are very pretty though, and the messages we receive from the flirts at the end of the episode are a delight for me.

The minigames are more interactive compared to the MCL ones but I also have mixed feelings. The daily missions are a cute idea for collecting fashion items or forniture. Hope they add gems or something similar to find OR could the tickets buy other things that might be more useful like jokers. The Style contest could have been ten times nicer if it didn’t penalize you for not choosing the most popular outfit, which happens to be the one with more exclusive items. So it leads you to choose not what you prefer but what hypothetically everyone would choose. Recently I read about it from other players here on tumblr bc it's actually a bit ridiculous to see podiums all the same.

The wardrobe..... confusing as hell. Why there are items that I can't even try.... frustrating. At first I tought that the merged shop was a bad thing but now I changed my mind because this way I can see how the clothes go with the ones I already have. Speaking about graphics, I like them, I like the possibility of editing the room, Taki is a cute little accessory. The personalization choices of the character is satisfying but I miss the gray eyes they were my favourite :c Also I noticed that the expressions with the mouth open seem weird, as if there is something wrong in the proportins. But maybe it’s just me. I think there are less basic free items already present in comparison to MCL like moles, eyebrows, a little makeup...

Everything every single things brings me to a point were I feel the urge to buy packs, vips just for regular things (I don't know how to explain it) unlike the old games were it was funnier to buy special items.... now it seems like I'm buying base items beyond the extravagant ones.

The game dynamics left me perplexed at first, but I think I will have to get used to it. It’s a continuous and infinite expenditure of AP. Getting used to paying 2 AP for each answer was already difficult, but now having to pay even 40/80/120 aps… It makes me so mad... in italian I would say vafanguuul!!! The fact that i don't have the lov'o meter on sight I don't like it either and it seems that it only updates at the end of the episode and not in between or maybe I am wrong idk. Being able to relive the special moments however is a nice gem, especially after paying them. The briefing after finishing the episode is fun. Another thing that drives me MAD is having to buy the outfit after having already paid to fucking unlock it. At least give me the unlocked color???

BUT the illustrations, the story, the characters and their design ( god bless chinomiko) make me continue the game because it would be a lie to say that the story didn’t catch me (Jason Mendal I'm all yours and I wanna know everything about you) even tho the episodes are a little slow, maybe because we are just at the beginnig...expecting drama, fun time and some serious topics too...

And that's it, for now ahahahah xb

[jillsandwhichs]

Cleon - OneShots/AUs Fanfiction, Chapter 16, My plus one

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Pairing: Claire Redfield & Leon Kennedy

Summary: Claire goes with Leon as a plus one to a Wedding he is attending

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Dating

WC: 3.1k

Type: SFW

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

Art Creds: DA

Today is October 15th-the day of Leon's friend, Patrick's, wedding. Leon and Patrick met as agents for the D.S.O and they have known each other for a good two years now. Leon assumed Patrick would be alone for his entire life considering how he acts. He's a prankster, he likes to play tricks on people and it gets rather old really fast. Leon never liked that about him.

But considering they are both grown adults, they've managed to forgive and forget and with that, Leon was, believe it or not, invited to the wedding. Patrick is getting betrothed to a lovely lady named Alice, she seems kind enough. When Patrick and Leon would work together-she was all he would hear about. Alice this, Alice that, Patricks world practically revolved around this woman so it isn't all that surprising that they are now getting married.

A wedding in October is unique too, very brave. It rains often during this time of year and it's chilly, not the most ideal weather option for an enchanting wedding. But, Patrick and Alice have managed to pull it off.

It is an indoor wedding-they're having it on a farm out in the countryside. The theme of the wedding, so the theme for the clothing is bieges, grays and light yellows. Leon is wearing a more casual outfit. He's wearing a beige button up with trousers that match it. His hair is as always, he never planned to style it in the first place. The theme is pretty and to Leon, suits the bride and groom well. Hopefully nobody ruins the wedding by wearing white.

Although, one thing Leon had to have in order to attend the wedding was a plus one. While it wasn't actually required, he didn't want to be alone. His girlfriend, Claire, was the obvious option.

They've only been together for three months, but their relationship is as perfect as it can be. They've been doing well for themselves. When Leon asked her to accompany him to the wedding, she agreed instantly and bought a dress for the occasion that same week-the wedding was weeks from then. Leon hasn't seen her dress yet, but Claire has a great sense of fashion so it will not be a surprise when she looks absolutely breathtaking.

Currently, Leon is at his place, his apartment. Whereas Claire is at her small townhouse, also getting ready. About two hours ago, she shot Claire a message to let her know to start getting around and that he'd be there to pick her up around noon since the ceremony starts at one-thirty PM-a nice time, gives people the go to prepare. He'll be heading out to pick her up in a few-Leon only lives about ten minutes away from her.

Strolling away from the mirror, Leon grabbed his phone off of his nightstand and typed in his passcode so he could message Claire. It's eleven-fourty AM right now, he should get going here soon.

"Hey hun, I'll be heading out to your place right now, be ready."

Then, Leon sent her the text. He's leaving twenty minutes before noon for two reasons. One, so she can have extra time to get ready and two, so he can beat traffic. Since twelve-noon, is rush/lunch/happy hour, the roads will be packed full of others just trying to get to and from work after they've eaten; At least they aren't hangry in that case. Another thing that Leon made sure of was that he and Claire both ate before the wedding since it would really suck to be hungry during the ceremony.

Convoying out of his bedroom, Leon made his way to his front door. His car keys are already in his pocket, he was well prepared. All he has to do now is get to Claire's house, see her and pick her up. He can already imagine how cute she looks.

Leon unlocked his phone again after feeling it vibrate-knowing it was Claire, he wanted to answer it as soon as possible.

"Already ready. See you soon babe." Is what Claire's message said, earning a smirk & chuckle out of Leon.

Now he could drive to her house and finally see her!

-

Leon pulled his car into the driveway of Claire's home. He parked and honked his horn, letting her know he was there. Only minutes after he honked, her front door opened and closed, along with her walking out of her house. Leon's assumptions were correct-she looked fucking perfect. He was enthralled by her appearance.

Claire was wearing a long sleeved short dress and it was a light yellow color, a pastel if you will. It suited her well. Her long brunette hair was braided, Leon has never seen it in a braid. Usually, Claire has it up in a ponytail. He was so entranced by her that he didn't even realized she was now in his car until she began to speak, that familiar pretty voice filling the open space in his car.

"You could've just knocked on my door, you know that right?" Claire spoke out, a giggle coming from her. She also had her purse with her-all of her essentials inside of it. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry baby." Leon responded, unparking his car and beginning to pull out. "You okay?" Claire asked him, pulling her lip tint and chapstick out from her small purse; She was genuinely concerned. "Of course. You look gorgeous, by the way." "Thanks baby. You clean up well too."

The drive to the barn where the ceremony and reception will be held is about an hour away so they should arrive there by one PM, hopefully. The ceremony begins at one-thirty so they best be there before then.

Luckily, Leon isn't impatient but the downside is, Claire is. She's the type to ask-"are we there yet?"-over a million, gazillion times. He puts up with it, but that doesn't mean it isn't annoying. It makes Leon fear having children, the agony of their annoyance will be bitter but also sweet-bittersweet. When Leon talked with Patrick, they discussed him and Alice having kiddos of their own and when they spoke about that, it made him think about how that would be with Claire.

Having children will be blessing, especially if it ends up being with her.

Eventually, they were out of town. Claire's townhouse is just on the border of the city and the countryside, hence why Leon was able to arrive at her place rather quickly. The drive to the location will mainly consist of country land-the occasional city will be passed through but other than that, it'll be fields and random manufactured homes out in the southern part of the state.

"What did you eat? You ate, right?" Leon asked her, he had to make sure. "I did, I had some Greek yogurt with toast. How about you?" "I just had left over pizza." Leon snorted. Claire giggled, "Of course you did." Claire is a much more organized person than Leon is. She's also much more healthy-she eats better, works out more, has a routine, a good one. Leon just eats whatever he has, considers his missions his workouts and plays everything by ear. They definitely balance one another out with their personal pros and cons.

The scenery of the drive was just beautiful.

The trees still had a minor amount of leaves on them-each leaf being either a deep shade of orange or a light shade of yellow. They hadn't passed a house in a bit, til they reached a ranch. The wedding itself is also on a ranch, the ceremony and reception will be held in a large, brown barn. Leon saw the pictures of the venue and it suits the bride & groom. If Leon ends up marrying eventually, it has to be outside. The last thing he wants is to be cramped inside somewhere on his wedding day.

Claire had once mentioned a beach wedding being her dream-maybe that'll work.

Whilst Leon was driving, he'd often take glances at Claire, admiring her. She didn't seem to notice either, she was in her own world. She'd be on her phone, touching up her makeup or looking out the window-anything but paying mind to Leon. She seemed to have something on her mind.

"Is everything alright babygirl?" "What do you mean?" "You seem upset or something." "No, no, I am okay." Claire assured him, setting her hand on his. "Honestly, I'm more-so nervous about the wedding, I hope what I wore fits the theme nicely." "It does, don't worry." He replied, kissing the side of her head quickly, then focused back on the road. It wasn't busy, not at all. The back roads are always empty-only the occasional tractor or semi will pass on by.

"How about we listen to some music til we get there, hm?" Leon mumbled, turning the car radio up. "Sure!" Claire responded with glee-music is her life.

The song that began playing was a Queen song which is perfect considering that is Claire's favorite band!

"Nice." She whispered to herself before beginning to hum the lyrics all while looking out the car window.

Chuckling, Leon hummed alongside her, all while concentrating on the street he was convoying on.

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1:05 and they arrived!

And wow, the parking lot was packed. Leon didn't take into account how many family members and friends Patrick and Alice had combined-clearly a shit ton. The barn was lit up all around and the sidewalk leading up to the entrance was too-it even had yellow & white rose petals spread across it. Through all the chaos that was the parking lot, Leon was able to find a parking spot-definitely one of the last ones too.

The venue did look gorgeous. Patrick and Alice did a wonderful job with their planning-and their wedding coordinator if they had one.

"It looks amazing, like a fairytale." "Tell me about it." Leon chortled, handing his keys to Claire so she could keep them safe & sound in her purse. "The ceremony is when, again?" "1:30, about 15 minutes from now." Until then, they'd be able to converse with people, get drinks and find their seats, they luckily will have enough time. "You ready, my love?" "Mhm." Claire nodded, opening the door, Leon did as well. The October air woodshed against them-Claire's dress even pulled a Marilyn Monroe.

"Come here." Leon said softly, his tone gentle. He held his hand out for her. Claire interlocked his fingers with his and smiled-closing her eyes as she did, causing her to look adorable. "Cute. Let's go." Leon laughed, squeezing her hand playfully.

Just in front of them, people were already scattered all over the place. According to the RSVP notes & their wedding website, Alice won't be here til literally minutes before the ceremony. Not a single person here knows what her dress looks like, it's meant to be a big surprise. People were rushing in and out of the barn, bringing food in, drinks too, reorganizing every little thing. Weddings seem stressful-that is the one thing Leon won't like about planning his.

Out of no where, as the couple was walking up to the barn together, a middle aged lady stopped them, abruptly asking-"Who are you two?" Leon figured this could happen, none of the families know them. "Hey. Leon and Claire, we are friends with the groom." Leon clarified. He doesn't want the family to think they're wedding crashers or something along the lines of that. The woman scanned a paper she was holding before going "Ahhh." Spotting their names on the paper.

"Okay then, thanks, go on ahead." She chuckled, walking off to most likely ask more people who they are.

Entering the barn, not only was Claire left in awe, but Leon too. They really went all out. It's easy for them-Patrick is an Agent and Alice is a teacher, they must make stacks weekly.

The inside of the barn was built with a orangish yellowish wood, it was polished and had spots of dark brown wood all on it. The chairs in which guests would sit during the ceremony were benches, white ones, with fairy lights stringed all along them. The theme definitely coordinated with everyone's attire. In the corner of the barn, there was a buffet and man, it smelled delicious. Some food was already prepared whereas other dishes were still being made in the kitchen out in the back.

But, the best and most elegant part of the barn was where the alter was. It looked perfect, definitely fit Alice more than Patrick but Leon's always viewed weddings as something morely the wife plans rather than the husband-at least for every wedding he's attended. Vines of white & yellow roses were hung and spun around the arch, lights too. The arch itself was basically the same color as the wood implemented into the barn. The alter was definitely the highlight of their decorating.

Each seat was assigned, so before anything, Leon wanted to find his and Claire's spots. "Can we get drinks after this?" "Yes." Leon whispered in response as he analyzed each chair.

Their seats were smack dab in the middle-perfect!

After spotting their seats, Claire set her purse down in her chair, then grabbed onto Leon's arm, holding it. "We can get drinks now." Leon whispered to her. The two of them wandered to the drink bar and there were so many options to choose from. Water, soda, juice, wine, beer, etc-a lot. Claire grabbed a glass of white wine, it smelt dearly. Leon, obviously, couldn't drink a single drop of alcohol so for himself, he just got a glass of sparkling water.

"How's your wine?" "Great. I can tell it's the fancy stuff." She bellowed, Leon did too. "Yeah, I wish I could drink but I have to get myself and my girl home safe." He teased-his sweet words made Claire blush.

Not many people were inside the barn. Most of the attendees were outside, roaming the acres. Leon felt somewhat out of place but the more awkward he looks & acts, the more stupid he'll look. "How about we walk around the area til it's time for the ceremony, hm?" "Sure baby." Claire replied, clearing her throat. They exited the barn, stepping down the cemented, decorated steps and looking around. "This way." Leon nudged her. They went towards the downhill side of the barn, that way they could have some alone time together.

Helping her down the hill, Leon grasped Claire's hand, making sure she wouldn't trip.

Down the hill, there was a creek. The sound of the water trickling down the stream was serene. The water was so evidently clear too, which surprised Leon. Beautiful, big rocks coasted the body of water-not a single section of the stream didn't have at least one rock. It looked straight out of a naturalistic TV show. Leon & Claire trailed up to it, sitting down criss cross beside it. Sitting there, Leon could feel occasional sprinkles of water hit his hand, the current was at an ease but it was fast.

Looking up, Leon watched Claire as she gazed upon the water-her eyes sparkled as she did. She's so pretty. He admires her, he adores her, he loves her. Claire is a sweetheart. "Anything on your mind, Red?" Leon wondered, his head at a tilted angle. "Sort of... Just thinking about life, you know how it is." "I do," He chuckled, "I really, really do." Leon sighed softly. "How about you babe? Anything on yours?" "You." "Oh please," Claire giggled, "When am I not on your mind?" "True." He nodded playfully.

She is not wrong.

Often times, Leon is thinking about her. She has a key to his mind-free entry-and she uses it daily.

"Seriously though, baby, you alright?" "I am..." Claire paused. Clearly something was going on in that noggin of hers.

"Can I be honest?" "Well, of course." "Leon, I think about our marriage often-if it'll ever happen at all. And to be quite frank, this day makes me want it even more." Her words made his heart race increase. Leon believed only he thought about their future together and how it'll be. He wishes he could have been the one to initially bring it up. "I just love you a lot and spending forever with you wouldn't be so bad." She teasingly added on. Leon was kind of at a loss for words.

He too felt as though this day made him want to marry her more-that'd be a blessing. At least Claire actually admitted it.

"We have all the time in the world to think and plan our future, my love, let's take it slow." Leon's hand motioned to her face, stroking her soft, warm cheek. Claire gave him a lippy smile, moving her head against his hand as she said, "You're right Leon, I know." She is extremely understanding. "Good." He mumbled in reply.

Only getting a snippet of Claire's watch, Leon saw the time, it was just about time for everyone to at least get seated, the ceremony is in ten minutes. "We should get heading back, Claire, ceremony is soon." "Yeah, sure." Claire smiled and stood up, wiping down her dress of any grass and dirt. She looked cute, super cute. Intertwining their fingers once again, they walked back up the hill carefully & successfully.

Re-entering the barn, way more people were inside now. Many were seated, a select few still standing and checking on last minute things. Leon turned around for a moment and saw Patrick, he looked very dapper. Patrick also noticed Leon and smirked at him before mouthing: "Wish me luck." Which, Leon definitely will!

Marriage is a scary thing. You're making a commitment to one person-that promise is meant to last til death do you part, there's no backing out unless you are brave enough to commit adultery. When Leon marries, that's it. If he ends up divorced, he'll remain single. He finds it quite unnecessary to remarry. If things go his way, he'll never have to remarry-Claire'll be by his side til death.

Nodding at Patrick, Leon turned back around and sat beside Claire. They got comfy and continued to hold hands, neither of them minded PDA-public display of affection. Soon enough, the ceremony shall begin, and it shall be worthwhile.

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"Alice, do you, take Patrick, to be your lawfully wedded Husband from now til death do you two part?"

"I do."

"Patrick, do you, take Alice to be your lawfully wedded Wife from now til death do you two part?"

"I do."

The sight was sweet.

[yakool-foolio]

see maybe this is just me, but As A Character Designer Myself i think the rain code designs are some of komatzuzaki's best work yet. they're weird and campy and yet they work so well. i do think the characters' personalities shine through on first and second glances. I don't even usually like neon colors but I think the combo of bright neons with understated neutrals is so fascinating and memorable. no one else does it like this. a lot of the small details on the designs are actually packed with symbolic meaning (esp. yakou's - I'd love to see you unpack all that) and the overabundance of logos is evocative of the corpo-cyber-future setting. the rain code designs feel much more cohesive in terms of that setting than the DR designs do - which makes sense bc DR is more about disparate people being united by their circumstances - dialed to 11 in v3 where the designs are at their wackiest. but this ain't about her this is about rain code.

I love that characters you wouldn't expect (zange, fubuki, priest...) have weird facial piercings and tattoos. I love that the animal ears are never explained. I love desuhiko's tboy swag and yeah, the golden yellow and the dirty blonde and the neon yellow accents don't look great together - and I think the clashing colors work wonders to establish his personality. this kid dressed himself and thought it would make him look cool. you idiot. aphex's hat is stupid. zilch's ears are stupid. vivia's bandages-instead-of-clothes are stupid - and yet reading into that choice is very insightful. (he puts on a lazy air but if he was really lazy he'd just put on an oversized emo band tee instead of wrapping himself up like a mummy every day. he actually does care about how he comes across to people.)

there's a few videos about fashion YouTubers judging the DR fits, and at one point they brought in Yuma and shinigami and they hated yuma's outfit so much because it's dorky and they wouldn't wear it. but like!!! that's the whole point is that it's dorky!!!! his little trainee shorts. his stupid fkin bowl cut making him look like a little boy whose mom still cuts his hair. (which of course turns out to be a meaningful deception. his haircut influences how the audience and other characters see him to great effect.) and yet he has the coolest fkin shoes ever and when he puts his hat and cape on he's got such an iconic silhouette. teru teru bozu lookin ass /pos.

anyway yeah. i wasnt a fan of komatzuzaki's designs in the beginning but over the years ive come around. I'm a firm designer that a character design doesn't necessarily have to look good to be a good character design. I like it when they aren't afraid to make the characters look cringe - I love cringe. I eat it up. thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

Even more perspectives! I think your take of 'bad-looking designs can be good actually' is a great way to look at Rain Code's characters. To put it simply, it's unique! 'Nobody does it like Komatsuzaki'-kind of campiness. Honestly, Rain Code's designs remind me a lot of Danganronpa 2's designs in terms of color. That cast is full of much brighter colors compared to the lesser saturation of DR1 n V3's cast colors. And it makes sense cause it's a brighter game overall in terms of setting and upping the ridiculousness of the killing game in every way! Rain Code sorta follows that with its own designs by crankin' up the neons to really ride the idea home that this game is wacky right from the get-go and it's a Resident Evil game in disguise! And y'know what Resident Evil loves to indulge in? Campiness! Rain Code wears its inspirations on its sleeve, and that's totally chill.

As a sidenote to your sidenote regarding Yakou's clothing details, I have actually written a bit about how he might perceive them, but I haven't yet written about what they could truly mean in terms of how they relate to him narratively. The meaning of the phoenix patterns are painfully obvious though heh. And I also greatly appreciate the recognition that Vivia really does care about his appearance despite his 'laziness'. His hedonistic lifestyle includes his own attire, wearing whatever he pleases no matter the effort! Like I've preached before, Vivia has the energy, he just prefers to use it only when necessary.

Thank you for the TED talk *golf claps*

[honeybyte]

HELLO what are some of your fashion/clothing inspirations for your characters, if you have any in particular or even jsut want to talk abt your ocs in relation to clothes/fashion

[buckles seatbelt] okay so 👏

this is all definitely a mash up of some of my favorite styles, and even some new ones i found while working on A+C designs, BUT. overall this story is in late 1700s, early 1800s, so most all my fashion choices are pulled from around that time period. i really like designing for what's practical to each chara so its like. Odelia can be very extravagant bc thats what makes sense for her position, vs Goliath who dresses simply w movement and warmth in mind.

this turned into a mini essay/board. please dont look at me

》 Odelia specifically is based on rococo fashion– her prints are light florals, her silhouettes are dramatic yet elegant, her entire design palette is based in rococo pastels. Euan dips into this as well, but his prints are darker and more dramatic, and his silhouette is closer to 1800s traditional russian fashion. they really only use these outfits for ceremonies tbh, but the point to it will always be that Odelia's dress is more extravagant and lighter in color and fabric than Euan's, similar to how she prefers the limelight over his backstage.

》 Goliath was originally supposed to be in a highlands great kilt– he's a hunter in scotland so it would have been A Thing at the time. but he morphed over time to wearing smth closer to english hunt dress, partially bc of his brace needing to you know. not chafe horribly. also since he's in the woods, it probably would make more sense for him to be essentially the scottish equivalent of a longhunter

》 Elle being a butcher and Angus being a blacksmith, of COURSE i had to look into 1800s dress for both occupations. both seem to dress p simply (button up shirts w slacks and an apron), but butchers add in a tie and occasionally a dress jacket. Angus and Elle follow these same guidelines; Angus dresses in a loose white shirt and slacks, and Elle keeps buttoned up w a bolo tie. that being said, the way they dress is also a personality thing, as Angus is fairly open abt his simplicity and flaws, while Elle keeps themself hidden behind a mask of perfection and organization.

》 Finally we have Agnes. she dresses very simply for who she is, but she's also technically a student studying for her doctorate in theology, and dropped a pretty penny to get to Kencree. her overall outfit is p simple (slacks, a high neck shirt, boots), but her coat, if i actually detailed it, is based in the coats for Peter I of russia. this is definitely bc i just Love the silhouette and detailing lol, but i also think its fitting for her to hold on to at least one piece of the finery she gave up for her trip. i think by the end of the story she loses it tho. probably when she's packing to go home. for reasons :)

[mr-laveau]

@cashandprizes has handed me the keys to the kingdom and now that means I get to info-dump about EVERYTHING I've had in mind while designing each and every one of these characters. To start, welcome to...

Laveau's Redacted Design Notes: Bloodbound Edition I

Without further delay, let's get into it.

Darlin's design incorporates elements from their pack since I wanted to visually show similarities between them and the pack by having them share tastes in clothes. It also was me solidifying my HC that the pack rubs their fashion sense off on each other. (David), Darren wears a leather jacket and a belt with a silver buckle; (Asher), they sport a choker and high waisted pants; (Milo), they also wear ripped shirts and share boot colors; (Christian), they both wear gloves.

The floral print on Sam's shirt is actually a Chrysanthemum; It's a flower that carries the symbolic meaning of devoted love, loyalty, happiness, longevity, and joy–appropriate to his role in Darlin's story. More specifically, given the color of his shirt, Sam represents a red Chrysanthemum which also represents deep love and passion. They're also flowers that have medicinal properties too!

Vincent's jumpsuit is designed specifically to reference a mechanic's jumpsuit given his love of cars. The jumpsuit is printed with a rose floral pattern which–in addition to the pearls around his neck(which is queer symbolism)–are symbols of Aphrodite, something I find fitting given the similarities he and the goddess have.*Vincent was also deisgned with the intention of him looking like a fuck boy, his blonde bangs also were meant to reference fangs

I said this on twitter some time ago but Alexis being Persian was something I wanted to run with given how desired Persian women were to the colonizers and outsiders of the country long ago (and still are today), being objectified and simplified without regard to their humanity. Much of her design choices are based on the idea of desire, her likeness to Betty Boop (a heavily sexualised character), her sweater having roses (flowers that represent love and desire), her dress, her balletcore-inspired outfit (being a reference to ballerinas–which fun fact, they used to be used as prostitutes after shows for patrons) are all a part of the larger bit. I also made Alexis a WOC for the specific purpose that anytime a WOC is presented as flawed and beautiful, they are immediately lined up to be femme fatales or villains–call that meta commentary if you want. *again, yes, I'm of the school of thought where we HC Alexis as a flawed person cuz canon ain't saying enough.

Lovely's design is heavily inspired by several gaming references; their post-inversion design includes a sweater that reads "reset", a reference to undertale and fitting regarding the fact that it's a post-inversion design; their pre-inversion hoodie reads "game over" on the front which I will admit is a morbid joke foreshadowing their turning; their color palette is heavily inspired by Raiden Shogun from Genshin Impact; the controller symbols on their sleeves in the pre-inversion design is an obvious playstation reference, and the "NPC" on the sleeves of their post-inversion design is a small nod to the fact that Lovely, at the time of designing, did not feel like a very active listener (still don't, to some degree) so I threw that in there!

Bright Eyes is heavily inspired by the Magical Girl genre of anime; her bikini top has a reference to Senketsu from Kill La Kill and a ribbon tie that resembles a part of Usagi's Sailor Moon uniform; her hair and choker are also inspired by Usagi and her color palette is based on Panty from Panty and Stocking. She is prime black magical girl material™️. *Her design also incorporates eye imagery due to their namesake and the fit is heavily inspired by Aliyahcore.

Quinn's design is littered with Christian religious iconography. His choker and earring are all upside down crosses which are typically regarded as signs of evil, his other hoop earring was intended to draw close to halo (but ehhh, not really) and all of them being silver was a decision based on the facts that A.) Silver is regarded as a pure and holy metal and, B.) Silver is traditionally the weakness of a werewolf–which when contextualized with his involvement with Darlin can be read as him maliciously equipping himself with silver to hurt them or be seen as him being their weakness in some way.

William's design is purely meant to communicate the fact that he is rich, elegant and powerful. For those of you who don't know, braids (especially well done braids) can be a sign of wealth because them shits ain't cheap to put in and best believe, Will has his done by the best in Dahlia. Speaking of symbols of status, use of the gold accessories and ruby are intentionally put there to emphasize his status as the Solaire clan's king. Additionally, Rubies are associated with blood, power and youth as well as acting as talismans of protection.

Sam's alternate design is actually based on a rattlesnake! The many fang shapes in it, the rattlesnake-skinned pattern on the band of his hat, the beads in his hair and the snake tattoo were pretty much dead giveaways. The choice to base him on a rattlesnake was all set in stone by the fact that rattlesnake venom also has healing properties in addition to being dangerous which I found fitting for Sam! *Fun fact: I kept thinking of rattlesnake Jake while I was designing him. That was also the reason he was based on a rattlesnake. LEAVE ME ALONE–

Quinn and Darren both share thorn motifs but in different ways. Quinn's motif is meant to play on my interpretation of him being close to that of a cult leader, someone who reels people in at their most vulnerable and brings them under his allegiance, thus his use of the thorn motif was to be presented as a martyr/anti-christ figure. Darren's use of the thorn motif specifically ties into their guarded personality and affections towards Sam (a rose with thorns). The best part is that the shirt's thorn design, while alluring, also adds to the pattern or scars on his body and on his neck where Darr bit him. They fulfill the idea of both hiding and blending in with his scars to somewhat embolden them in my HC where Quinn uses his pain as a point of pride for attracting others whilst not being vulnerable enough to actually let them see his humanity behind the image he's built up.

Alexis and Darlin share rose motifs solely based on how they presented their affections to Sam. Alexis being having roses as she simply put herself out there as an option for Sam (queue the bachelor reference) and Darren being a rose with thorns (see above). Interestingly enough, Alexis and Vincent have this in common as well as two vampiric royalty who turned their royalty and presented their affections openly towards the people they prospectively were interested in.

Quinn, like Darren, wears a choker and while this initially was meant to push the image of a priest/cult leader, I also used this as a visual similarity to Darlin given their shared history.

Some of the designs contain references to Greek Mythology. Vincent's pearls and rose jumpsuit are symbols of Aphrodite similarly to the patterns on Darren's pants and Alexis' top. Darlin however more so represents Aphrodite Areia/ Aphrodite the Warlike which was Sparta's epithet for her as a war goddess. Lovely's peacock earring is a nod to Hera which becomes interesting when you consider that Lovely's hair is shaped like lightning bolts which is Zeus's symbol.

[powdermelonkeg]

I noticed that in SkSw, TP, and the hylian outfit in BotW all have that weird middle wrap. Any idea what that is or why it’s there, or is it just a fashion statement?

I assume you're talking about this thing?

From a worldbuilding standpoint, it's something that started in Skyloft as a means of displaying your family crest! You'd be hard pressed to find a character that's wearing one without a crest, who isn't also training to be a knight. In fact, the only example of a blank one I could find on a civilian was on little Kukiel.

As the ages went on, the Skylians-turned-Hylians cared less and less about their family crests on their belts and instead displaying them on little banners hanging down, moreso wearing the stomach wrap because it was just the norm.

Compare it to the meaning behind barrettes, brooches, and hairpins in our own world. Across various cultures, they were prized heirlooms, saying that you had status and often sporting a family marker.

By the time we get to Breath of the Wild, it serves a more practical purpose. It works as padding against blows in the field, with pockets sewn into the inner lining. It's basically the late Hylian equivalent of a fanny pack adventure pouch.

If you want the real world reason behind it, though, it's a staple part of Japanese clothing!

The Japanese have broad silk or cotton belts to tie kimonos, and the more commonly worn yukatas, in place. The inclusion of it is probably supposed to instill a sense of casual familiarity in the Japanese audience; yukatas are worn at anything from hotels to summer festivals as a traditional casual wear.

If I had to guess, Nintendo initially used the belt as shorthand for "these people relax and live well, in simple traditional times," then incorporated it into future character designs. The looseness of it is also probably due to it not actually tying anything in place.

[safetycar-restart]

Okay, I'm sure you saw those photos of Charles in Paris from today... So I thought about poly!piarles for this one

Basically, Bunny can't dress himself, he always has to be helped by mommy or Pierre. When he dresses up alone, his outfits are always at least random. Because his mommy got him those pants so he has to wear them and also this t-shirt belongs to his Pierre, so of course he must wear it. And sometimes his combinations of clothes are wierd, not really good looking, but it's not the main problem.

The problem is that Bunny doesn't think about the right things when dressing. Oh those shorts are his Pierre's? He must wear it. It doesn't matter what the weather is outside. He. Must. Wear. It.

And that's how he ends up in Paris wearing only shorts and a jumper (Pierre's jumper ofc) in the middle of winter. Like, it's cold outside, really cold and windy but he refuses to wear any other clothes, because it will cover his Pierre's clothes! It can't be like that.. And everyone is helpless. Joris, Andrea and even Lorenzo! They manage to wrap Bunny in a jacket only when one of them gets the idea to call you. And Charles obeys because mommy said he has to wear something so he has to obey mommy, right?

And that's the reason why he can't dress himself. So you or Pierre always have to choose in the morning what Bunny wears during the day. And after that Paris incident, before each trip, you choose and pack outfits for Bunny for each day when he's away. So he doesn't have to bother his tiny mind and he's just so happy to wear clothes that are picked by his mommy and his Pierre.

- 🪸

Oh god I love this!!!! This is so fucking cute!!

Firstly, of course bunny only worries about his clothes in relation to his mommy and his Pierre. His mommy and his Pierre are ALWAYS on his mind!! Why should he think about literally anything else? He only thinks about racing, his mommy, his Pierre and how he can be a good bunny. That's it. That's all he thinks about.

He looks at his clothes and immediately gravitates towards anything that reminds him of his mommy or his Pierre. Like his mommy bought him this shirt so he must wear it!! Good bunnies where the clothes their mommies buy them!!

And it's even worse when it's clothes that actually belong to his mommy or his Pierre. That's EVERYTHING to him. He feels like the best bunny ever when he can wear clothes that belong to one of his two favourite people.

Usually his fashion choices are endearing, an odd mix match of things that definitely shouldn't go together. But sometimes his choices are genuinely concerning.

Like ending up in Paris in the middle of winter in shorts and a light jumper. What was he thinking? Well actually no, he wasn't. He wasn't thinking at all. He simply grabbed the shorts that you bought him one time when you were on holiday (how did they end up in his luggage to Paris? No one knows. Especially not bunny.) and a jumper that belongs to his Pierre. Nothing else.

And of course he's cold!! He's always been one to get cold easily, so the poor thing is absolutely freezing. But he’s still very happy with his outfit and refuses the jacket Andrea keeps on trying to offer him because that would fiber his Pierre’s jumper!! He can’t to that!!

Andrea, Joris and lorenzo meanwhile are having a joint heart attack because the golden child of Ferrari is about to get frost bite on their watch. Lorenzo tries everything, even offering him baked goods and nothing works! Even pastries don’t work!

Thankfully, Andrea is there. Andrea knows the true extent of Charles’s relationship with you and Pierre (the others have their suspicions, but Andrea is the only one who knows for certain at this point). And more than that, Andrea knows that Charles will ALWAYS obey you. Always.

So he calls you, and thankfully you answer.

You’re mortified to hear that your bunny is out in freezing temperatures in shirts and light jumper. He always gets so cold and he’s in just that??? But it all makes sense when you realise he’s wearing items that remind him of you and Pierre, and then your heart breaks a little cause your sweet bunny is clearly missing you both.

You ask Andrea to give the phone to Charles, and Charles’s entire face lights up when he hears your voice. His mommy!!!!!! He’s speaking to his mommy!!!!

“Bunny,” you tell him, keeping your voice firm but fond, “put on the jacket Lorenzo has for you, please?”

“Okay, mommy,” Charles answers instantly, smiling because he got an instruction from his mommy!!

(And yes Andrea, joris and Lorenzo all glance at each other when Charles calls you mommy but all decide that whatever that’s about is not something they want to know and simply move on with their lives)

After that incident, you and Pierre decide that bunny is no longer allowed to be in control of the clothes he packs. Of course he can add other clothes if he wants, but he must include what you or Pierre have chosen for him.

If neither of you can be physically with him, then he FaceTimes one or both of you when he packs. And it actually becomes so much fun? It’s bonding time!! He loves chatting to his mommy and his Pierre so getting to do that and to listen to them? Incredible. Top tier. Very happy bunny.

He used to pack by just throwing a bunch of things into his suitcase until he couldn’t fit anything else and then closing it and hoping for the best.

But now he packs at least a day in advance and he has so much fun!! Usually you or Pierre are with him in person, laying on the bed and telling him what to pack. Otherwise he FaceTimes you guys and packs.

Now not only does bunny always have the right clothes for the place he’s traveling to, but he can also choose the right ones for the right times because every piece of clothing reminds him of his mommy or his Pierre!! Cause his mommy or his Pierre told him to pack everything!!

He’s truly such a happy bunny then.

(A few weeks later you walk past Andrea in the paddock and he pulls you aside for a moment just to say ‘thanks for sorting out Charles’s wardrobe’ and walks off again)

[babyboibucky]

Elevate Thy Hate

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Not a day goes by that you and Bucky don’t argue.

Word Count: 4,642

Warnings: Cliché plot but slight angst, self-doubt and Bucky being a loveable idiot who sucks at communicating

A/N: Surprise one-shot because I just remembered I wrote this like...last year lmfao

MAIN MASTERLIST

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You woke up feeling great and excited. The mission was finally finished, debriefings were done and reports have been submitted. Everyone was given an entire week to get some rest and since rest days were pretty rare, you truly looked forward to this day.

Before you could even saunter in the kitchen, you had already heard the chatters from your fellow Avengers. One particular voice irked you though but hell no, you weren’t going to let one Bucky Barnes ruin your day.

A chorus of good mornings greeted you as soon as you walked into the kitchen. Nat and Steve were on one side of the counter sipping their coffee while Sam and Wanda were finishing up their food. Tony and Bruce were out of sight, probably holed up in the lab doing experiments as usual. Bucky didn’t acknowledge you and quickly headed out of the kitchen, thankfully. You weren’t in the mood to pick a fight.

Walking up to the cupboards, you quickly grabbed you favorite cereal and proceeded to pour it out on your bowl. None came out though. You peeked inside bag and saw that only crumbs of it were left.

“Who the—“

Everyone was already pointing at Bucky when you turned around to ask. And of course, Bucky did it on purpose because he stood there at the end of the hallway, watching you with smug grin on his face.

“I hope your day sucks.” He said and flipped you the bird before turning around to walk away.

You groaned out loud, ignoring the amused chuckles from everyone else in the kitchen.

“I’m not stooping down to your level, asshole! I hope your day is average!”

The day was fortunately uneventful, except for your ruined breakfast care of Bucky. You were determined not to let that annoy you for the rest of the day. So far, so good. You could only wish it’d continue that way for the rest of the week.

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“I told you not to rush!” Bucky snapped.

“I had him already! If you didn’t throw that goddamn smoke grenade I would’ve killed him!” You explained.

You could see Sam shaking his head in frustration. Bucky always had to blame something on you even though you weren’t the one at fault.

Bucky snorted, “He had a sniper for fuck’s sake! One shot and you’re dead.”

“Oh wow, says the one who got shot before I did.” You rolled your eyes at Bucky.

The two of you continued to bicker until Nat and Steve walked into the living room looking confused as you and Bucky exchanged insults while Sam remained sandwiched between the both of you on the couch.

“Who got shot?” Steve asked, glancing at you and Bucky alternately.

“Did we miss out on a mission or...?” Nat continued.

Sam chuckled, “We were playing Call of Duty and we lost.” He explained, taking the opportunity to get up from the sofa.

Steve still looked lost, something that Nat immediately picked up. “It’s a video game.” She explained.

“You two are fighting over a game?” He asked you and Bucky.

“They fight over everything.” Nat shrugged and walked out of the room with Sam tagging behind her.

“I’m outta here too, I’m so done babysitting the kids.” He muttered under his breath.

-

It was past midnight when you were in the living room alone, watching television while eating a Whopper. The lights were turned off and it was absolutely quiet in the compound, setting the perfect ambience for the crime documentary you were watching.

Not long after, you heard someone walk into the living room. It was only when your heard the familiar grunt that you realized who it was. Of course, it had to be Bucky.

“Are you eating a burger?” He asked incredulously.

“No, it’s popcorn. Of course it’s a fucking burger, are you blind or just dumb?” You snapped, your eyes still glued on the television.

“Dumbfounded that you’re eating that at this hour. No wonder you suck at cardio.” Bucky said as he sat down on the other end of the sofa.

“Are you body-shaming me?” You gasped.

Bucky snickered, “I didn’t say anything, I just said you suck at cardio.” He said, not looking at you.

You chose to ignore him and brought your attention back to the television. It was quiet for moment. You almost forgot about Bucky’s presence until of course, he decided to annoy you yet again.

“Can you pass the remote?” Bucky asked monotonously.

“No.”

Silence.

“This show sucks.” He commented.

You were focused on the show but noticed that Bucky was staring at you.

“Can you please pass the remote?” He asked again.

“In case you didn’t notice, I’m watching. I was here first. I hold the rights to control the remote.” You deadpanned, refusing to look at him.

There was a flash of black and gold right before your eyes. Everything happened quickly and the next thing you knew, Bucky was hovering above you, trapping you between his body and the arm rest of the sofa.

“The fuck, Barnes?! Get off of me!” You protested and started pushing him away.

“You gotta work on your reflexes, darling.” He said, finally leaning away from you, remote now in his hand.

He grinned triumphantly and switched the channel before placing the remote inside his sweatpants, “Want to switch the channel? Come and get it.” he taunted as he leaned back on the couch, opening his legs wide as he showed off how the remote created a tent in his sweatpants.

That was the remote...right? You mentally slapped yourself for actually thinking about what Bucky was packing beneath those pants and frowned.

“You’re an asshole and a disgusting one.” You told him.

“God, I hate you.” You muttered and crumpled the wrapper of your burger before throwing it at Bucky.

Deciding that you didn’t want to argue any further, you got up and left the living room, but not without telling Bucky again how much you hated him for making your life miserable.

“The feeling is mutual.” You heard him say.

-

The petty fights with Bucky went on and on during that entire week of rest. Despite the arguments, there were small moments of kindness shared between you and the soldier.

“Where are you going dressed up so nicely?” You asked Bucky upon seeing him walk into the kitchen wearing a leather jacket on top of a black shirt, dark, tight-fitting jeans and a pair of Doc Martens.

It was meant as an insult, of course. You took every opportunity to tease Bucky and his newfound sense of fashion. Said fashion meant his taste for very millennial outfits despite his old age.

“Grocery.” He replied as he went over to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water.

“Ooh, can you buy me Starbucks on your way back? I’ll pay.” You asked kindly.

Bucky just stared at you as he drank from his glass of water. He slammed it on the counter before walking past you.

“Not a damn chance.”

He did buy you Starbucks though. It didn’t shock you that much considering that the both of you didn’t hate on each other all the damn time. But what surprised you was that he brought you your usual drink and your favorite pastry too.

Steve must have forced him to do so, probably told his best friend your usual orders as well so you made a note to thank him as soon as they got back.

And thank Steve you did, but you didn’t expect the reply that you got.

“Oh was that the reason why Bucky kept bugging me about stopping by Starbucks?” Steve asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “What do you mean? I thought he told you I asked him to buy me Starbucks.”

Steve chuckled, “I guess now I know why he wouldn’t shut up about it.” he said, amusement laced in his tone.

“I don’t understand, Cap.” you said.

Steve just smiled at you in response before squeezing your shoulder, “Maybe you will understand soon.”

And with that, he left you feeling even more confused. You honestly didn’t understand the context of the conversation so you decided to just ignore it. Steve sometimes would say weird shit that none of the Avengers knew about. You dismissed it and thought that maybe it was Steve being a decade old, it was probably an old man thing.

You decided to make coffee for Bucky the following day, as a simple gesture to thank him for the Starbucks. He didn’t ask you to pay him back so you felt obligated to do a little something for him. You were an asshole to him sometimes, yes, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to give credit where credit is due.

Okay, so maybe you didn’t really hate Bucky. If you did actually hate him, the entire team would probably do something about it. Maybe force the two of you to talk things out. The hatred was all fun and games, everyone seemed to be amused by it too.

You still considered Bucky your friend despite the constant bickering. You had to admit, the arguments were pretty fun.

Although, you were wondering whether Bucky felt the same about considering you as his friend. Sometimes, his attitude towards you confused the hell out of you.

One day he’d eat the chocolate you’ve been saving up for cheat day just to spite you. And it definitely did because you ended up cursing him out loud when you saw him munching on it. The next day he brought you a new one. You were watching Netflix when he waltzed into the living room and threw a bar of chocolate at your lap before walking out without saying a word.

These exchange of small yet kind (and confusing) gestures remained unacknowledged. You didn’t know why but you also didn’t feel the need to talk about them. You weren’t going to lie but Bucky’s random acts of kindness would always put a smile on your face.

-

The vacation unfortunately came to an end and everyone had to go back to saving the world. All of you were gathered in the conference room with Fury for a briefing about the next mission. It wasn’t as big as the last one but it still required a lot of planning.

After explaining the mission, Fury let Steve take over the meeting to strategize.

Some were assigned to do surveillance around the parameter while some were appointed to do all the groundwork. Steve of course, just had to partner you with Bucky to do the actual infiltration given that your skills complemented each other’s.

You grinned and was prepared to roast Bucky’s ass when you turned to him and was met with a scowl. He shook his head with what you assumed was disappointment and turned away from you.

It was the first time he ever dismissed you like that. Sure, you were rude to each other but the look that Bucky gave you wasn’t a teasing one. He wasn’t mocking you nor frustrated. Bucky seemed to really hate the idea of being partnered with you. It was the first time that the two of you had to work together without anyone else. Usually, Steve or Sam joined but for this mission, it was just you and Bucky. Concluding that he must have woken up at the wrong side of the bed, you chose to ignore your gut feeling and focused back to Steve.

After the meeting, everyone else exited the room and started with the preparations for the mission. As you walked down the hallway leading to your bedroom, you heard some soft chattering coming from Steve’s bedroom.

You were supposed to ignore it until you heard your name, making you stop in your tracks.

“I can’t be partnered with her, Steve.”

Bucky.

“Buck, just go with it. I can’t be changing assignments at the last minute.” Steve explained.

Bucky sighed, “You know I can’t function properly when she’s around, let alone be partnered with her. She distracts me, Steve. Her skills distract me and I swear on our friendship, I would end up dying on this assignment.”

“You’re being overly dramatic, Buck. Just suck it up, pal. Do the mission and get it over with.”

“Steve, you don’t understand. I really can’t deal with her. Especially if it’s just the two of us. You know how much I fucking—“

“Hate me?”

You couldn’t help but interject in their conversation. How could you not? Bucky was complaining about how he couldn’t deal with you. It really hurt hearing Bucky say all those things about you. Sure, you were somewhat new to the team and you didn’t have superpowers nor years of training like the rest. But you worked your ass off to be in this position. And for him to say that he couldn’t function with you being around struck a nerve. The last thing on your mind was to hold back your teammates, that’s why you train twice, thrice as hard.

Steve and Bucky stared at you as if they’ve seen a ghost. It’s as if all their blood was drained out of their body when they saw you step inside the room. Bucky was about to say something but you decided to cut him off, not wanting to hear more about how he doesn’t want to be partnered with you.

“We don’t get along that well, I get that. But I honestly thought that our arguments were harmless. Hell, I consider us friends. I didn’t think that you actually hated me.” Your voice quivered because you were truly, deeply hurt.

“That’s not what I meant.” Bucky insisted.

“You literally said that you might end up dying because of being partnered with me, Bucky! Look, I know that I don’t have a super serum running through my veins. I can’t move things with my mind and I can’t come up with life-changing tech. I wasn’t trained since childhood nor have the perfect aim. But I worked hard to be in this team. I trained hard not to be a burden to anyone and I’m sorry if my skills aren’t up to your standards.”

What did you even do to Bucky for him to hate you this much?

“Don’t worry, I won’t burden you. Once this mission is over, I won’t bother you anymore. Ever.” You said before walking out of the way, ignoring Bucky when he had repeatedly called your name.

-

The ride to the location was filled with tension. Although everyone else had no idea what happened, they somehow knew that the tension had something to do with you and Bucky.

Thankfully, the quinjet was big enough for you not to end up sitting beside Bucky.

“You okay?” Wanda asked, noticing how restless you were.

What you heard definitely affected you in more ways than one. You kept on double checking your weapons, your gadgets and you even ended up doubting yourself. Were you really equipped to be an Avenger? Steve said that Bucky was merely overacting but what if he was right? What if you weren’t skilled enough to protect him or your teammates?

“That’s not true.” Wanda said out of the blue. “I didn’t mean to read your mind, though. Your thoughts are coming off too strong, kinda hard to ignore.” She said apologetically.

You softly laughed, “I should really be staying away from you.” You joked.

Wanda smiled and placed her hand on top of yours, “I mean it though. You’re amazing at what you do. I don’t understand why you’re doubting yourself about being an Avenger.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you offered Wanda a grateful smile. You noticed that Bucky had been staring at you the entire time but simply ignored him. You weren’t going to let him snap you out of your focus.

-

Once on location, everyone started to split up and listened for Steve’s orders through the comms. You and Bucky managed to get inside the base, all thanks to Nat and the Hulk who handled all the guards.

The building was completely empty when the two of you walked around in search of the hidden quarters where all the intel were kept.

Bucky whistled to get your attention, you turned and saw that he was motioning towards what seemed to be a regular brick wall. However, there were a few bricks out of place and upon examining it, you realized it was some sort of a secret door. You managed to figure out which bricks to push and thankfully, it didn’t take you long enough to open the door which revealed an old, steel elevator.

“We found the entrance, Steve.” Bucky said into the comms.

“Careful in there, there were suspiciously a few guards within the parameters. They all might be in there.” Nat warned.

You heaved out a deep breath before stepping into the elevator with Bucky trailing behind you. There was only one button in the elevator, a red one.

“Can someone scan the elevator and make sure this button won’t set off any boobie trap or something?” You asked nervously as you inspected the elevator for any hidden traps.

The comms cracked with Sam’s voice. “Button is safe although...” he trailed.

“Although what?” Bucky asked, examining the elevator as well.

“You’re in for a long ride.”

You frowned, “How long?” You asked.

“Can’t see. It’s way too deep.”

Sam was able to scan the entire base and true enough, the elevator would lead deep down into the hidden laboratory. How deep into the ground it was, none could tell. Neither Sam nor Tony’s technology could see through due to the lack of signal. Steve said it might be dangerous to proceed given that there were no other ways into the lab except for the elevator.

The lack of signal down there meant no communication.

“Guys, I don’t think it’s a good idea to continue with this mission.” Steve said.

“But we’re so close, Steve.” You said.

“I think Steve is right. It’d be hard to call for back up when things go south.” Bucky interjected, not even sparing you a glance.

You snorted. Bucky sure wasn’t overacting when he was complaining about your skills. He definitely didn’t trust you. You weren’t going to settle for that.

“We won’t need any back up.”

And with that, you pressed the red button and completely ignored everyone’s warnings through the comms. Bucky looked at you with disbelief and tried to press the red button again in hopes of halting the elevator. However, the brick wall had closed and the elevator started its descent.

“Why the fuck did you do that?!” He yelled and tried to search the elevator for some sort of stop button.

“We’ll follow soon!” Steve’s voice was the last you heard before your comms completely lost its signal.

“Christ, we don’t even know whether it’s the lab that’s down there!” Bucky said, continuing his search for anything that would bring the both of you up to the ground floor.

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am. All secret doors lead to a top secret room and no, we won’t be needing any back up because I am totally capable of taking down anyone who gets in the way.” You stubbornly replied and leaned against the wall.

You wondered how long the elevator ride was going to be. At the speed that it’s going, it wasn’t impossible to take at least fifteen to twenty minutes if the lab was really far down into the ground. Bucky’s frustration was evident from the way he kept on inspecting the elevator walls. At first it was easy to ignore but Bucky was becoming more and more desperate to find a way to go back up.

“Your desperation to stay away from me is just...astounding.” You said with a bitter chuckle.

“I’m finding a way to get out of here, not away from you.” Bucky explained calmly.

You shook your head, “You don’t trust me to keep you alive, I get it. But can you tone it down even for just a bit?” You spat at him.

Bucky pressed the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh, “You don’t need to keep me alive.”

“Of course not, you don’t need me to do so ‘cause you’re so capable. How did I not think of that?” At this point, you couldn’t stop the word vomit.

You had tons of things to say to Bucky to prove to him that you were totally good at what you do, that he didn’t need to underestimate you just because you were a new addition to the team.

“That’s not what I mean.” Bucky explained again.

It was starting to annoy you that the more you were becoming agitated, the calmer he was becoming. And he kept on telling you that he meant differently with his statements but he never really attempted to further explain his side.

“Then what do you mean, Bucky?” You pressed. “What did I ever do to you for you to hate me this much? Did I say something offensive? Do I have to train 24/7 for you to think that I deserve to be working alongside the Avengers?” You kept on babbling on and on and on.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand, “I don’t hate you, okay?” He doesn’t even spare you a look.

All this time, he was looking at anything but you and it was really getting on your nerves.

“See? You keep on telling me that you don’t hate me but you can’t even look at me! I mean, if you really loathe me then own up to it! It hurts me more that you keep on denying it when you can’t even explain a damn thing. At least tell me why!” You were never an emotional person and Bucky knew that, so when he finally turned to look at you, he was surprised to see you on the verge of tears.

“Hey, hey...” Bucky coaxed and tried to hold you but you stepped away from him.

“Just please tell me why, Buck. Tell me and I promise to stay away. If you think I suck at being an Avenger to the point of irritating you, tell me so I can train my fucking ass off until you deem me fit to be an Avenger. If my jokes offended you, I’m sorry. If I—“

“It’s because I like you.”

“...what?”

Bucky Barnes...likes you? It’s as if the silence went on forever inside the elevator that seemed to keep going. How long were the two of you inside it anyway? You couldn’t tell anymore and you didn’t know whether Bucky was simply fooling around with you.

“That’s not funny.” You said.

Bucky shook his head, “It’s not a joke.”

You stared at him doubtfully, “Explain.” You demanded.

Bucky licked his lips and let out a soft chuckle, “I’m an idiot.” He said.

“That doesn’t explain anything. If any, I’d think you’re simply fucking with me.” You pointed out and crossed your arms over your chest.

That seemed to urge Bucky to finally explain. “What you heard in Steve’s room was correct.”

“So you really hate me.”

Bucky groaned, “Let me finish, please?” He pleaded. When you remained silent, he continued to explain himself.

“You really do distract me during missions. Because you’re so amazing and I never doubted your skills. But I also get worried and I hate it when I see you in pain or wounded and it fucking distracts me. I didn’t want to be partnered with you because when I see you, I just...fuck. I like you that much. You kick someone’s ass and I’d end up watching you with awe that it’d cause me my own demise. That’s what I meant. That I’d probably end up dying because whenever you’re around, you have my full attention.”

The anger within you dissipated just like that. You could feel your face heat up from Bucky’s unexpected confession.

“But you’re an asshole to me.” You pointed out.

Bucky laughed, “Because that’s how I get your attention. You walk into a room with a kind-hearted super soldier, a witty bird brain and a few more intelligent men and yet I’d be the first one you’d acknowledge. With a snarky comment but still, attention is attention. It’s the only way I get to interact with you without feeling awkward. I suck at conversations, I mean, you heard me and though I was hating on you when I was merely blabbering to Steve about how much I like you.”

This time, you couldn’t hold back your laughter. All along, Bucky was finding a way to talk to you even though it meant constant arguments over the pettiest things. To be fair though, he really did suck at communicating.

“I’m sorry that it came across like that.” Bucky apologized sincerely. “I hope this doesn’t change anything between us.” He admitted.

You shrugged, “Oh but it does. In fact, it changes everything.”

Bucky’s face fell.

“Because I think I like you too and I kinda want for things to change. For the better of course.” You grinned.

Bucky chuckled and scratched his forehead bashfully, “You think, huh? Not sure?” He asked and turned to you just as the elevator doors opened.

Indeed, it led to the lab where almost all of the targets stayed. The man nearest the elevator had his gun pointed at Bucky but before he could even pull the trigger, Bucky had thrown his knife at him without even sparing a glance and choked the next guy to attack with his metal arm before throwing him towards a group of armed men. He was just gazing at you with a smittened smile.

“Still not sure about liking me back?”

Impressed at his gesture, you smirked.

“Now I am.”

-

By the time Steve, Nat and Sam walked out of the elevator, the mission had already been done. You walked towards the trio and handed Steve a USB.

“All their data is already saved there. Wiped out their entire system clean too.” You told him, voice chirpy and all.

Bucky was right behind you, a couple of folders in his hands before handing them to Sam, “Lotsa confidential info in there too which includes our next targets.” he said and walked past Sam with a certain jump in his steps.

The three exchanged glances before looking around the entire lab. Men were scattered on the floor, most were dead and others heavily injured.

“What the hell happened here?” Nat asked, avoiding the injured men on the ground as she walked around.

“The mission happened, Nat. All that matters now is that everything has been resolved. I mean, everything.” You said meaningfully and threw Bucky a flirty smile before walking into the elevator.

He followed suit and saluted at the three before pushing the red button. The doors weren’t even closed yet when Bucky couldn’t hold back and quickly leaned to press a soft kiss on your lips. An action that definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the three. You couldn’t help but chuckle when you noticed their reactions before the elevator closed.

Said trio stood there dumbfounded and confused as hell. Early on, the tension between you and Bucky was felt by everyone. The kind of tension then wasn’t even a sexual one. It was so intense that Nat was actually expecting to see you and Bucky at each other’s throats when they got down to the lab.

“Guess that the long ass elevator ride did something. Whatever was in that elevator seems interesting. Wanna go check it out, Nat?” Sam asked suggestively.

Steve chuckled and shook his head.

Nat simply smirked and walked past Sam, “In your dreams, Wilson.”

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House of Hope/Chapter 18/kisses

Pairing: OT7 x Reader, OT7 x OT7

Details: hybrid!bts, a/b/o dynamics, asexual!reader

Summary: You and Jungkook go out. There is much talk about kissing.

Warnings: The recognizable names and personalities do not reflect their real life counterparts. Prejudice, anxiety, self- doubt, drinking [masterlist]

“Are you sure?” You said, nervously examining the black skinny jeans and baggy black t-shirt Taehyung had laid out on your bed.

“Positive.” Taehyung nodded. “I mean, you could wear a paper bag and Jungkookie would still be happy, but this’ll give you a little extra… something.” He studied you closely. “As long as you’re comfortable with it?” You nodded.

“It’s not that far from what I usually wear anyway.”

“Great!” Taehyung beamed. “Now—let’s talk accessories.”

You walked out into the living room with Taehyung’s arm slung around your shoulders. Namjoon and Jin were talking to Jungkook with serious looks on their faces. Yoongi was lounging on the arm chair, watching them with his mouth curled in a smirk.

“Everything okay?” You asked.

“It’s fine,” Namjoon said, still eyeing Jungkook. “We’re just reminding Kookie to look after you properly.”

“I’m not a child,” Jungkook grumbled.

“And neither am I,” you said. “In fact, Joonie, I’m pretty sure I’m a couple months older than you.”

“That��s not…” Namjoon trailed off, his eyebrows shooting up as he looked at you. “Those are very tight pants.”

“Are they weird?” You wondered, tugging on your belt loops self-consciously.

“No,” he said quickly. “Definitely not weird.”

“You are, though,” Taehyung said. “Namjoonie-hyung is a pervert.”

“I’m not!” Namjoon protested.

“You are,” Yoongi said. “I don’t mind.” Namjoon shot him a half-fond, half-exasperated look. Jin dissolved into laughter.  Yoongi stood up, walking around you and Taehyung in a small circle. “You do look hot.”

“Thanks?”

“Tae’s bracelets, Jiminie’s rings, and this…” Yoongi tugged at one of the chains hanging around your neck. “…Is mine.” Yoongi’s tail curled around your ankle as he leaned up, pecking Taehyung on the cheek. “You did good, Tae Tae.”

“Didn’t I?” Taehyung said proudly.

“Has anybody noticed that Jin-hyung and Jungkook-ah are being super quiet?” Namjoon pointed out. “Maybe they’re the perverts, actually.” Jin snorted.

“Thanks, Namjoon-ah.”

“Wait!” Hoseok said, running into the room with Jimin. “Don’t leave yet!” He looked at you and gasped. “Nobody told me we were doing couple’s outfits! I’m a little jealous… should we all dress matching up?”

“No,” Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook said immediately.

“You guys have no sense of style,” Taehyung said. Jimin squinted at him. “…Except Jiminie.” Jimin smiled. “Sometimes…” Jimin frowned again. Hoseok grabbed Taehyung in a headlock.

“I have an excellent sense of fashion,” Hoseok told him. “I’m the most fashionable person in this pack!” Taehyung smirked.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“I think the point is,” you spoke up. “We all have our own sense of style, so for us all to be matching wouldn’t be respecting our individuality enough.”

“Exactly,” Namjoon said, pointing at you and nodding. “Also, we would look like an idol group.”

*

You and Jungkook had some trouble getting out of the house. Yoongi wanted to take pictures of the two of you. Jimin kept trying to convince you to let him do your makeup, and ended up pouting until Jungkook asked for eyeliner instead. Hoseok unpacked your bag and argued with Jin about what you should bring with you. Then Namjoon broke a figurine he had bought for Taehyung and everyone got distracted trying to put it back together again.

You eventually managed to get out of the house, after Hoseok pointed out you were going to be late to the movie. Luckily you managed to run into the theatre just as the starting credits were ending.

“I wanted to buy candy,” Jungkook muttered.

“I’ve got you,” you said, pulling a small package out of your bag. Jungkook grinned.

“I love these!” He said. Someone from behind you shushed him. You twisted your head back, frowning. “It’s fine.” He lowered his voice, squeezing your hand. “Let’s watch the movie.”

*

Two hours later you walked out of the theatre arguing about the final scene, which Jungkook thought was poignant and beautiful, but you thought was heavy handed.

“The score was beautiful though,” you conceded.

“Oh definitely!” Jungkook agreed. “When they played her theme one last time at the end, I nearly cried.” He cleared his throat. “But, I didn’t…”

“Okay.” You grinned. “Crying at movies is okay though, you know.” Jungkook made an uncertain noise. “Where are we going next? You wouldn’t tell me earlier.”

“Cause it’s a surprise!” Jungkook said. “You’ll see when we get there.” You let out a big sigh. “Noona?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier, about your outfit…”

You blinked. “That’s fine. It was only partially for you, anyway. I never know what to wear, and Tae seemed excited to help out, so…”

“I bet he was.” Jungkook smiled slightly. “But, um… you do look really good. I was… a little overwhelmed, actually.”

“Oh?”

“Like, in a good way.”


“Oh.” You smiled. “I get that. You guys do that to me all the time.”

*

 “I’m so full,” you said as you stepped out of the restaurant later that night.

“Yeah.” Jungkook nodded. “…Want to get ice cream on the way back home?”

“…Yes,” you agreed reluctantly. He laughed.

“We don’t have to!”

“We do,” you said, squeezing his arm. “Of course, it’s such a big sacrifice for me to have to go get ice cream, but I’ll do what I must! Your mouth must still be on fire from that spice challenge—we’ve got to cool you down!” Jungkook shook his head, looping his arm with yours.

“Actually, it’s my stomach that’s dying… but on the plus side, we got all those free noodles!”

“They were really good,” you agreed. Jungkook’s ear twitched.

“There’s an ice cream place over there.” He pointed. “What flavor do you want? If you’re really full, we can share.”

“No.” You shook your head as you pushed open the door. “You’ll eat it all.”

He looked at you wide eyed. “Don’t you trust me, noona?”

“Not when it comes to my ice cream!” You said. He laughed, throwing his arm around your shoulders and nuzzling against your neck. “Mischievous bunny.” You leaned up and kissed his crinkled nose. He blinked at you.

“I think you missed.” He tapped his lips with his finger.

“Nope!” You turned to the cashier. “Hello!” He frowned at you. You blinked. “Ah… warm tonight, isn’t it? Good night for ice cream…”

“Listen—you need to leave,” the cashier said. You stared at him. Jungkook’s arm tightened around your shoulders. “We don’t serve people like you here.”


“Excuse me?” You said. “People like you?”

“Noona,” Jungkook muttered in your ear. “It’s not worth it. Let’s just find another place…”

“Hybrids and hybrid-fuckers like you,” the cashier elaborated. Jungkook growled. The cashier flinched, but continued glaring.

“You’re right, Kookie,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him hard. He barely budged. “Let’s find another place.”

“Fine,” Jungkook grunted, allowing you to pull him towards the door. You saw a flash of white, and suddenly Jungkook was smacking something out of the air. It was a cup of soda, you realized, feeling the cold stickiness against your skin, seeping through your shirt. Jungkook was splattered as well. He stared down at the crumbled cup on the ground.

“Freak!” Someone shouted. You frowned at the middle aged woman sitting at nearby table.

“Me or him?” You asked her calmly. She blinked at you.

“B-both of you!”

“Ah.” You nodded. You stretched up, cupped his face in your hands, and kissed him softly on the lips. Then you broke apart, flipped the woman off, and dragged Jungkook out the door. You took off at a small jog, just in case, trying to put a good amount of space between you and them. At some point Jungkook sped up to a run, and you were running all out, your lungs burning. When you stopped, you realized he had brought you to your car (the rental car you and Jin had picked up last week, while the van was still in the repair shop).

“Noona.” Jungkook was frowning at you.

“I’m sorry I did that without asking!” You said quickly. “I should’ve asked!” He nodded stiffly.

“But… you knew I wanted to.”

“Still…”

He sighed, pushing his hair back from his face. “Why did you… did you actually want to kiss me, or were you just trying to piss them off?”

“…Both?” You said uncertainly.

“[F/N],” he said. You stared at him. “I’m being serious. Did you actually want to kiss me? I… I don’t want you to kiss me just to make a point—I want you to kiss me because you want to.”

“Oh.” You nodded. “I wanted to.”

His brow furrowed. “You’re sure? You wouldn’t rather be kissing some human boyfriend you could walk into an ice cream shop with without getting harassed?”

You frowned. “Of course I don’t want to be harassed—and I especially don’t want you being harassed, but if we’re both willing to deal with it, that’s our choice, right?” You thought. He grunted, opening the door and sliding into the driver’s seat. “Are you okay to drive?” He nodded. “Can we just sit here for a minute, catch out breath?” He nodded again. “Jungkook-ah, are you mad at me?” He blinked and turned to you.

“Maybe a little,” he said. “They could’ve started throwing things worse than soda, and you were egging them on.”

“Yeah… that’s why I ran afterwards…”

He snorted. “Yoongi-hyung’s gonna be so turned on when he hears about this.”

“What? Really?”

He nodded, sighing. “I kind of was too, to be honest. But, also, you worry me, noona.”

“…Sorry.”

He shrugged. “That’s part of caring about someone, I guess.”

“…You sound like an old wise man.”

He laughed. “Shut up. Can I drive now?”

*

“I had more planned,” he grumbled as he pulled into the driveway. “We were gonna get ice cream, and walk along the river holding hands, and I was gonna kiss you. But now the guys are gonna be all over you, and I’m not gonna get a minute with you to myself.”

“We have ice cream in the freezer,” you said. “We can shower and change and then regroup—hang out some more, just you and me?”

He smiled. “That sounds good.” The two of you got out of the car and walked to the door. “Ice cream, and maybe some games, and... kissing?”

“Hmmm. I guess.” You frowned slightly. “I don’t think I’m very good at it. But I guess nobody’s perfect on their first try?”

“Video games? I thought you said you’ve tried them before?”

“Not the games, the kissing,” you clarified. “I probably I need more practice. You might have to teach me… what?” Jungkook was suddenly gripping your shoulders, wide eyes staring into yours.

“Noona, was that your first kiss?”

“Ah…” You scratched the side of your face. “Yeah.” Jungkook continued staring at you. “I know, I’m a little old to be so inexperienced.”

“That’s not…” Jungkook’s foot tapped.

“Kookie. Talk to me, what are you feeling right now?”

“I’m torn,” he said. “I’m, like, really excited to be your first, and—oh my God the others are going to be so pissed off, this is great! But also, if I had known I would’ve tried to make it more romantic—but also, you kissed me to piss off a bunch of jerks, which I’m annoyed about, but also, like, appreciative of, so, I’m just, really… torn.”

“Wow.” You blinked at him. “That’s, ah… a lot of feelings.” He nodded. “I hear all of that, and I’m totally willing to listen more if you’d like to talk more, but I really, really want to take a shower first.”

He laughed. “Good idea. It’s sticky.”

You nodded. “Really sticky.”

*

After showering and changing, you did play video games and eat ice cream. There was also some more kissing. Jungkook was both anxious and excited to teach you.

“I’m the maknae, so I’m not exactly the most experienced among us,” he told you. “In terms of kissing, I mean. I’ve only kissed seven different— I mean, other than you, I’ve only kissed one other girl before. And she was… well, let’s just say you’re not the only person who’s kissed someone to piss people off.”

“Oh.” You titled your head. “Who were you trying to piss off?”

“Ah…” Jungkook blushed slightly. “The guys… Seokjin-hyung, mostly. He really had trouble with… well, even now sometimes, he still thinks of me as a kid. It’s gotten a lot better, but back then I went a little… well, it worked. He got really pissed off, and we barely spoke for over a week, and our pack bond was suffering, and the guys felt weird because they didn’t want to act like they were choosing sides…”

“…That sounds rough,” you thought. He nodded. “How did you end up making up, if you don’t mind me asking?” Jungkook winced.

“Hoseokie-hyung and Yoongi-hyung kind of staged an intervention? They sat us down with a bunch of psychology books on relationships and didn’t let us leave until we talked it out… it was really… embarrassing,” he admitted. Your lips twitched. He groaned, hiding his face in your neck. “Don’t laugh, noona.”

“Hello!” Hoseok said, bursting into the room. You and Jungkook jolted, nearly bashing your heads together. Hoseok snickered. You both glared at him. “Hi—I know we’re all adults here, but I’m just checking to make sure we’re all respecting each other’s boundaries—”

“Can’t you respect the boundary of my closed door, hyung?” Jungkook interjected.

“—And I also really wanted to know why you guys smelled like Sprite when you came back earlier,” Hoseok continued. “But, ah, yeah, Kookie, you’ve got a point about the door, I probably should’ve knocked…” He pouted, reaching out and squishing Jungkook’s face. “Will you forgive me?” You sniffed.

“Have you been drinking, Hoseokie?”

“Maybe a little?” Hoseok said. Jungkook raised an eyebrow at him.

“It’s got to be more than a little if even our favorite human can smell it on you.”

Hoseok nodded. “That’s fair. That’s fair. It might’ve been more than a little, because we were all… well, our maknae was out on a date tonight, with someone who wasn’t us, and [N/N]!” He squished your face. “We like you, so, so much! But this is new, right? So it’s still a little weird.”

You nodded, gently peeling his fingers off of you. “That’s understandable.”

Hoseok nodded again. “And Namjoonie is a really good kisser. Which is also new, but…” Hoseok held up a finger. “I had my suspicions.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook agreed. “You need to go to bed, hyung. You’re gonna be so badly hungover tomorrow…”

“I’ll get him some water,” you said, standing up. “Can you make sure he drinks it?”

*

The next morning, you and Hoseok appeared to be the only ones awake.

“Drunk Hoseokie is such a little bitch,” Hoseok muttered, squinting down at his cup of coffee like it had personally offended him. “I knew I should’ve drank that water Jungkookie was trying to force on me—I’m all about hydrating—why doesn’t drunk Hoseokie know this?”

“Headache?” You asked, smoothing back his hair, which was sticking up in all directions.

“Yeah… Aspirin should kick in soon though, thanks for that, [N/N].” He smiled tightly at you. You nodded, leaning over and kissing his temple. He blinked. “Will you look at that—I’m cured.”

“You’re not,” you said knowingly.

“I’m not,” he admitted. “Maybe you should try again?” You snorted.

“You guys are really into kisses, huh?”

“You guys?” He wiggled his eyebrows and then winced, holding his head. “You and Jungkookie…”

“There was some kissing involved.”

“And…?”

“I liked it,” you said. “It was nice.”

Hoseok sighed. “That’s rather… subdued.”

You shrugged. “I’m new to this.”

Hoseok blinked. “Kissing?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re the same age, right?” He gestured between the two of you. You nodded. “Hmm.” He stared at his coffee again. “Was I a slut when I was younger?”

“Probably not?” You thought. “I think I’ve mentioned, I was never exactly the most social person. So, like, I don’t think I’m a good measurement for that, but… you do you, right?”

“Actually, it was me doing lots, and lots of other people,” he corrected you. You laughed. He smiled tensely. “… I think I need to lie down some more.”

“Is that where everyone else is?” You wondered.

“Yep. I checked on them before I came down. Everyone’s hungover except for Jungkookie, who is currently sandwiched between Taehyungie and Jiminie.” He looked at you hopefully. “Want to come cuddle?”

“Hmm. Sure, why not?” You took a sip of his coffee. “We’re bringing this with us, though.”

He laughed. “The first time Yoongi-hyung and I slept together, I wanted to cuddle afterwards, but he demanded I go get him coffee first.”

“Sounds reasonable,” you thought as you walked up the stairs.

“But he wore socks,” he told you, voice full of tragedy. “He refused to take his socks off, but I still slept with him, because I’m a fool in love.” You patted him on the back. “But he made me breakfast after he finished his coffee, so...” He opened his door. You paused in the doorway, suddenly realizing you had never been inside his room before. You had only been to the younger three’s rooms, actually. Jimin and Taehyung’s room was cluttered with beauty products, clothing, and manga. Jungkook’s room looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Hoseok’s room was neatly organized, down to the figurines lined up on the shelf.

“Snoopy,” you noted.

“Snoopy,” Hoseok agreed, a lot more subdued than normal. He flopped down on the bed, groaning.

“You should sleep,” you said, pressing a kiss to his head, his cheek, his mouth. He made a noise, parting his lips and slipping his tongue against yours. You pulled away, making a face.

“Too much?” He asked nervously.

“Not for the reasons you’re thinking,” you told him.

“Hmm. Maybe too much for me,” he said. “I won’t be able to sleep if we keep doing that.”

“I won’t,” you assured him. His brow furrowed. “Your breath is horrible.” He laughed.

“I know.” He sighed. “I brushed my teeth twice already, and it still tastes like something died…” You crawled into bed next to him, leaning against the headboard with your knees hugged to your chest, the coffee mug balancing on them. Hoseok smiled slightly. “You look adorable—but don’t you dare get coffee stains on my sheets.”

“Yes, sir.” You saluted. Hoseok raised an eyebrow at you.

“Let’s not get into all that, please.”

“…Right.”

He closed his eyes, frowned, and then opened them again, looking at you.

“[F/N], I have, sort of a weird request.”

“Yes?” You said warily.

“Could you… rub my stomach until I fall asleep?” He blushed slightly. You smiled.

“Sure thing, Hoseokie.” You placed the coffee cup on his bedside table, lying down on your side and scooting closer to him, resting your hand on his stomach.

*

After the hangovers passed, word of what had happened during your and Jungkook’s date slowly spread. Namjoon was trying to convince you to report that ice cream shop, while Jin chased Jungkook around the living room, threatening him for ‘ruining your innocence by stealing your first kiss.’ Jimin was filming them while Hoseok laughed. You frowned.

“Jin-oppa.” You grabbed his arm, stopping him. Jungkook pounced on Jimin.

“Delete that video!”

“I really don’t appreciate you talking like that, especially since I’m the one who instigated the kiss,” you told Jin.

“Instigated,” Namjoon repeated. “Good vocabulary use.”

"Quiet," you shushed him. "I'm trying to be angry at Seokjin." Namjoon snorted.

Jin’s shoulders slumped. “I just… I want to protect you.”

“From Jungkookie?” You wondered. Jin pursed his lips.

“He’s a lot more menacing than he looks, you know.”

“Yah!” Jungkook protested. “Stop spreading lies, I’m completely innocent.”

“Oh really?” said Jimin, who he was currently straddling against the carpet.

“Hmm. He really isn’t,” Yoongi commented, looking up from the comic he and Taehyung were reading. Taehyung turned the page. “Ah, wait, I want to re-read that last panel…” Taehyung rolled his eyes and flipped the page back. “Thank you~” They shared a kiss.

“Cute,” Namjoon muttered, watching them.

“Maybe not innocent,” Jungkook admitted. “But I don’t like him implying I put noona in danger.”

“I—“ You started.

Jimin caused a slight disruption by wrapping his legs around Jungkook’s waist and flipping them over.

“Ah ha!” He looked down at Jungkook smugly. Hoseok suddenly jumped on top of both of them, making excited noises.

“Can we please finish this conversation?” You said, trying to be heard over the laughter and shouts.

“That’s enough,” Namjoon called out firmly.

The three of them froze, Hoseok slowly easing his teeth off of Jimin’s ear. Jin’s eyebrows went up as he surveyed Namjoon, clearly impressed.

“If anything, [F/N]-yah’s the one who put Jungkookie in danger, with how she reacted to the situation,” Yoongi continued as if nothing happened. Jungkook frowned at him. “I’m just stating the facts, JK. I’m not denying she sounds badass and I totally would’ve been all over her…” He paused, looking at you. “After figuring out what you’re into exactly, because we really should talk about that at some point—but Jungkookie, you’re the maknae, so we’re bound to be a little extra protective over you.”

“I know,” Jungkook said. “I hate it.”

“I probably would too, if I were you,” Yoongi thought. “But, I’m not, so… be more careful next time please, both of you.”

You nodded. “I will.”

“Good,” Yoongi said. “Now, [F/N]-yah, you should probably kiss Seokjin, cause, while I’m sure he genuinely wants to protect you, he’s also jealous Jungkookie got to you first.” You looked at Jin. He blushed. You grinned.

“Jinie, do you want a kiss?”

Jin made a strangled noise and covered his face with his hands.

“You can’t kiss him properly with his face like that,” Taehyung said. “So I’ll take the kiss instead.” He puckered his lips.

“Feel free to ignore him,” Jimin told you. Taehyung’s brow furrowed, his lips still pursed. You shrugged.

“I don’t mind kissing him.” You leaned forward.

“No!” Jin grabbed your arm. You laughed.

“Oppa, I’m not forgetting about you, okay? I can kiss you both.”

Jungkook gasped. “I’ve created a kissing monster.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

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[luimagines]

Hi! I have a request, but first i wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! The length + amount of time you put into these prompts is insanely good. Now! Onto the request, how would the boys react to a reader from a more modern era? Maybe a more modernized hyrule or our current point in time?

Masterlist

Thank you so much for the compliment! I'm happy to see the response even if this blog is still relatively new.

I hope I do your prompt justice.

I probably could have done a headcanon list but I was hit with inspiration.

I also might have given Reader some backstory.

Scenario below the cut! It’s long, take caution.

It was a cool night, but you didn't mind. Your bed was warm, the WiFi was fast and even if it was three AM on a school night, you managed to keep yourself giggling with cat videos and blursed memes until the words and colors merged.

A night well spent.

But it led to questionable decisions.

Even if the shredded cheese in the fridge was beginning to seem a more and more enticing snack, your body was tempted to succumb to slumber.

Until a large purple light encompassed the entirety of your window.

Something was in your backyard.

Aliens. Your tired brain supplies and you sprint to the glass and push away the curtains. Is this it? Is this where I'm kidnapped and never seen or heard from again?

You pull out your phone and open up the camera.

"Pics or it didn't happen." You remind yourself and snap a few before showing your face.

What you see isn't what you're expecting. Instead of a flying saucer in the sky beaming down a laser or a weird pear shaped space craft on top of the grass, there's a single panel of glowing light, swirling with black accents that creeps in a circular motion.

"Cheese and crackers...." You gasp and begin to blatantly stare at it with no regard to whether something may be coming out of it.

You wait and nothing happens.

You wait some more and nothing happens.

You spend an hour watching this portal that has appeared out of nowhere, waiting for something to happen, willing for something to happen. But you get nothing.

The unknown stares right back at you, unblinking and unchanged.

Go through it. A voice tells you. What if there's something on the other side?

"I'm going to die." You gulp and take a deep breath.

Who else gets a chance like this? The voice talks again. This could be a grand step towards a more modern society. A whole new world could be on the other side, waiting, reaching out, calling to humanity!

You think you a see a shadow move behind the portal and out of sight but it’s gone before you can even process it.

"Should I call the police?" You step away from the window, ignoring the thoughts, the voice- you're too tired to know if it's your own any more. What's the plan? How does one go about something like this?

Where’s your sense of adventure? Pack a bag and go! What if it goes away?

That last thought seems to get through to your tired brain and for a reason beyond your understanding, it latches onto it.

Now you’re excited.

You run to the closet and take out your old backpack. It used to be for school but it was fancier since it was the only one you could get. The bag had a replaceable water bag with a plastic straw connected through the back of it and the straps have just worn down enough to where they’re actually comfortable. It doubled as a hiking backpack and came with its own insulated lunch box that clasped on the back of it.

It’ll finally serve its purpose.

You quickly roll up your favorite blanket and strap it in tightly beneath the lunch box. You’re quick to take out two extra outfits and pack them as well as change out of your pajamas.

Ok. What would you need? You don’t know where you’d be going so this has to a catch all kind of deal.

You pack away your swiss army knife first for good measure. A solar powered charger for your phone and an extra pair of socks follow suit even after you’ve picked out the extra clothes.

You take out the water bag and run to fill it all the way to max capacity as you think of any other necessities.

You’d need food. You have a small jar of peanut butter and granola bars that can fit in the lunch box. You can bring your extra water bottle and put in the side pockets of the backpack, and maybe bring some of those powered flavor packets your brother loves so much. You think he has lemonade and some green tea ones.

Those would be great. He won’t mind, hopefully.

You let the bag overfill momentarily before running back to shove it in your bag. with the lid screwed tight.

Next you run to the kitchen, grabbing the first things that you thought of already and begin to look around for more.

You grab an unopened pack of beef jerky, a bag of veggie sticks and a half eaten bag of dried mangos.

During your search you grab the water bottle and fill that too.

You return to your room with your bounty and begin to carefully put everything in the box. With some more deliberation, you run back to the kitchen and make yourself a quick sandwich, eat it, make another one and pack that as well.

You look out side the window and the portal is still there.

The sun is beginning to rise now so you’re trying to go as fast as you can, unless you want to neighbors to think something is going on.

Even if it is.

You’re about to leave but in a stroke of brilliance, you run to pack sunscreen and bug spray as well. You see a small first aid pack that was bought recently for when you would take your family vacation but you reason that it might one of the most important things you’d have if you got hurt.

Into the bag it goes.

You grab your hoodie before you leave the door, wrap it around your waist and pocket your phone, your headphones and your wallet.

You feel immediately under packed when you step outside and see the portal up close.

It’s weirdly triangle shaped, you think and step closer.

You reach your hand out and try to touch it. It feels as if you put your hand through a humidifier but it’s not wet. It’s misty and cold but not necessarily unpleasant.

An idea hits you right before you take your first step through.

You pull up one of the earlier photo’s you took and send it to your friend’s group chat. It showed up in my backyard. I decided to make a bad late night decision and I’m going through. If you never hear from me again, I want you all to fight over my electronics. Winner takes all. Godspeed.

And you step through.

You had first assumed that it would merely take you tot he other side but very quickly realize that you have to walk through it.

The first part still had a little light but with time, it got darker. So dark that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

You kept walking.

As fast as the light disappeared, it came back and you stepped into the light of an open field, right in front of one, two, three, four, nine males that had appeared to be traveling towards you or rather, towards the portal.

The portal disappears in the process.

“Oh so we didn’t have to go through it! We had to gain another member!” One of them yells. “Would have been nice to know before we packed everything up!”

“Ho boy, where am I?” You ask and tighten your grip on your backpack. Why didn’t I bring a weapon?

They all had long tunics and swords on their backs. Old fashioned leather boots and hand bracers were the norm in this group and you realized very quickly that your jeans and t-shirt had wildly missed the memo.

“Dang, I didn’t think I’d walk into a LARP group. Sorry about that.” You sheepishly smile. “I had no idea where the portal was going to take me. But if you would be so kind-”

“Wait, what’s LARP?” One of them speaks up. He was a dirty blond and somewhere in the middle of the group height wise. He wore a white cape like thing with blue designs on the back but you didn’t recognize the symbol.

“Live Action Role Play?” You tilt your head. “It’s why you’re all dressed like that? Right?”

“This is just our clothes.” What appears to be the youngest bounces up to you. “What are you wearing?”

“First I could grab in my closet.” You admit and look down on it. It’s one of your comfiest shirts and best looking pants. You’re a little proud of yourself for finding those in the dark.

“Weird.”

“We’re heroes. We’re all named Link.” Cape guy speaks up again. “Is it safe to assume that you’re in the same boat?”

“Heroes?” Your eyebrows furrow together. “I’m not a hero and my name’s not Link.”

You’re quick to tell them your name and you watch as the confusion covers their faces. “My brother’s name is Link though if that helps anything.”

“Oh we needed him!” The youngest groans and it instantly irks you.

“What would you need with a five year old?” You deadpan and cross your arms. 

The information stuns the group.

“The portal showed up in the middle of the night and I’m the one that went through it. I’m pretty sure I was the only awake to even see it. Are you telling me that it was for my little brother?” You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little pissed. “My baby brother was supposed to go through it? He was asleep! He’s five. What kind of logic is that?!”

“Well...” The biggest and oldest of them runs a hand over his face. You think he has some cool tattoos and sick scar going across his eye but he looks about as angry as you feel, so you don’t say anything. “It appears the gods truly do not care for the hero’s maturity, only his existence.”

“Ok...What’s with all this hero talk?” You bite back. “What did... Where am I?”

“Hyrule.” The second with cool face tattoos speaks up. He’s got a large fur pelt around his shoulders and you have to tighten your grip against your backpack again to keep from reaching out to touch it.

Even so you feel yourself deadpan even more. “Hyrule? Like the ancient empire? The one that collapsed more than two thousand years ago? That Hyrule?”

You’re inclined to not believe them and write all of them off as crazy... but you also walked through a portal. And your grandma did say that magic existed in the strangest forms.

They all share looks of concern and some begin to murmur quietly amongst themselves but you’re too far gone to even notice.

“Did I time travel?” The idea hits you like a bus and you feel your eyes widen as you stare beyond the group. You quickly take our your phone and unlock it.

No signal.

“Is that a type of Sheikah slate?” Someone asks you.

“I don’t know what that is.” You reply automatically. “Wait, hold on, what year is it?”

“Why don’t you tell us what year you’re from and we can start from there?” The darkest brunette of the group speaks up.

“202x PC” You say robotically, not really processing the world around you anymore.

“That’s...” The blond with a long blue scarf speaks up with a slight hiss. “...Beyond any of our timelines. You see, we all come from different worlds and eras of Hyrule’s history.”

“I don’t think you’re the farthest down anymore, Wild.”

“This would then make them my successor, right?”

“It would make their brother your successor.” Someone amends. “I think they just jumped in his place.”

“Leave my brother alone.” You snap back into the present, pocketing your [hone again. “Ok, you know what, screw it. I don’t know what you’d want my brother for but I’m here now. I’d gladly take his place if it means he gets to stay home!”

“Hey.” A boy with pink hair stalks up to you looking a little more serious than you’d like.

“Nice hair dude, way to defy the gender norms.” You smirk a little before genuinely grinning, hoping to quell the tension. “What product do you use? It looks like Artic Fox but not every place sells their brand.”

“...I have no idea what you’re talking about but what happened to Ganon in your world? How have you been handling it?” He snaps and places his hands on his hips.

“Ganon? Like my old principle? That’s a name I haven’t heard in forever.” You’re confused again. “Last I heard he joined the police force only to be reassigned out of state. I don’t know what’s happening with him. Kinda hope he gets fired though. He’s not a bad guy but he’s not someone you’d want in that kind of position of power, you know.”

“Police force?”

You blinked and look them all over. They look very medieval. “Oh... You don’t have that...”

You begin to think about your history lessons and what they might be familiar with if they’re telling the truth about being from Hyrule.

“Ya’ll got knights?”

Many, almost all of them nod, a few with face of despair already on them before you finish speaking.

“It’s kind of like that. Mixed with a towns guard position... kinda. They enforce laws... at least they’re supposed to but the whole system is flawed and racist and really needs to be dismantled for the abuse of power that they have-”

“Abuse? Of power?” You have their attention again.

“It’s stupid and it won’t really make any sense if I try to explain because I doubt you have anything similar but it’s basically a group of people given the right to treat the public in anyway they like for their own benefit because they have no one telling them that they can’t.” You groan and slowly begin to feel your lack of sleep catch up to you. 

You slowly reach to behind you and sit down on the dirt, looking at all of them. “Mr. Dragmire wasn’t like...Demise or anything but he was a huge jerk. No one liked him. He liked me though. I remember that. I was the envy of the whole school because I somehow got on his good side while everyone else wants to strangle him. I think he was transferred for some misdemeanor or something like that... like he might have been throwing hands with someone he wasn’t supposed to. I never heard all the details. I didn’t really care for it when it happened either. I’m pretty sure he lost that fight though. The dude looked like a blast of wind could have knocked him over let alone someone’s knuckle sandwich.”

“I would love to hear more about this.” The youngest sits next to you with a large grin on his face. His eyes are bright and his body language reminds you of your cousin Zelda. You instantly think they’d get along like a house on fire. “What are your monsters like?”

“Monsters?” You tilt your head. “Be a little more specific bud, it depends on where you’re from.”

“You have that many?!”

“It depends on if you believe they’re real or not.”

“Speaking of monsters, can you fight?” The shortest walks up to you. You like that his tunic is stitched up with multiple colors and designs. It gives it personality, you think. “Do you have a weapon you’re more comfortable with?”

The question throws you off your rhythm and you don’t fight your wince. “What would happen if I say that I do not, in fact, have any sort of weapon on me?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.” Pink guy speaks up again. “That pack is huge, there has to be something in there.”

“It’s food, water and extra clothes my guy.” You lean back against said backpack since it won’t let you lay down with it still on. “Not a lot of space for anything else. I’m pretty good at hand to hand combat though. Karate’s a good way to fight out stress.” 

“Your bag’s not magic?”

“Why the hell would it be magic? ...Are you trying to tell me magic actually exists?” You raise an eyebrow as your eyes begin to close against your will. “I know my grandma said it does but I thought she meant like fairies and shadow demons.. and bigfoot. Can’t forget him, he’s the real MVP... You know...Children’s bedtime stories and stuff like that, it’s not real. But like magic magic? Magic items and the like? Find me Tinkerbell and I’ll show you Neverland, that’s what I say.”

“Are you serious?”

“Second star to the right, straight on till morning.” You respond.

There’s a moment of silence as the group in front of you processes your words. It’s hard to tell their reaction since you’re not looking at them but you no longer have the energy to do anything else.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” It’s the one they called Wild.

“I...” You try to open your eyes. They don’t budge. “I haven’t slept in nearly 20 hours... I think. I might have past 24 hours a while ago actually. Portal showed up at like four in the morning... I had to get up at six and I didn’t sleep at all before then.”

More silence.

“Great another one.” Someone scoffs.

You snort.

“Why did we pack up camp again?”

“No one kill me.” You say right before you lose consciousness. “Please and thank you.”

“They’re doomed.”

“Have some faith Vet. They stepped in for their little brother. That has to mean something?”

“They’re in for a rude awakening, and that’s all I have to say about it.”

[charlotte-of-wales]

H&M Documentary Review: Episode 3

(my commentary is in italics)

LAST ONE LFG

- starting off with the engagement interview. Meghan calls it an orchastrated reality show. Oh, the irony

- They say the interview was scripted and they were told ahead of time which questions were going to be asked. 

- She said they (assuming it’s the palace) didn’t want them sharing their real story during the interview? I mean, was she looking for an Oprah style interview orrr

- little History lesson now. Long talk about slavery in the British empire than cuts to a child singing God save the King.

- James Holt (Executive Director of Archewell) telling the world he doesn’t know how google works and never bothered doing further research on things he never learned at school. Such scholar!

- David Olusoga, made a point about how with time London started to look like the capital of an Empire composed of non-white people with more and more black and brown people moving there; how there was an attempt to redefine British institutions and stuff. He says the moment he realized things were changing was when the engagement was announced (which is funny to me because that would make sense if Meghan was from the Commonwealth....she isn’t).

- ms. I’ve always been known for my brains didn’t know what a walkabout was

- Harry said he tried to help Meghan as much as he could but there wasn’t much he could do in terms of fashion (it was funny because Meghan was talking about these earrings she bought online, she still had the tags on some of her clothes, her zipper broke, she wanted to wear British designers and how quickly did that relatability change when she had access to that Duchy of Cornwall money)(ALSO this plays into the “she never got help narrative” but didn’t she have one of Queen Elizabeth II’s former aides helping her?)

- they showed a picture of her trying on an outfit which I think it was for the engagement photo call and thank god she changed bc that was not cute

- “someone can just call themselves a royal expert” idk babes ask scoobie

- Harry says a royal expert is the same as a royal correspondent.....no

- Harry goes on a rant about the invisible contract between the Royals and the press and is just not true. So far this has been the episode with the most lies yet. A couple quotes:

- “Anyone can be a royal expert. The whole of it is to try and lend legitimacy to media articles, and they get paid for it. That press pack of royal correspondents is essentially just an extended PR arm of the Royal Family”. 

- “There’s been an agreement that’s been there for over 30 years”

- UGH. First time watching I actually got mad. This idea that the Royals somehow control the media is bs and Harry’s insistance on it will only encourage sugars to run with their narrative that negative stories about the Royals (mainly William) are burried and bad stories about Sussexes were planted by the palace. Doesn’t work that way, buddy. Royals and the media (especially royal reporters who have been on the job for decades) do have a closer relationship but to say they’re an extended PR arm of the family is insane. They’re still journalists. 

- More explanation of the Royal Rota and this one didn’t come from Harry so it was actually accurate. Cut back to Harry saying BS again tho. 

- Harry: “it all comes out to control us. Like, this family is ours to exploit. That trauma is our story and our narrative to control” BABES THAT WHAT YOU’RE DOING AS WELL!!!! you’re exploiting your family and their traumas and YOU ARE controlling the narrative because your family can’t say anything and YOU KNOW THATTTTT

- gosh this is so repetitive. They are even reusing footage of Diana being chased. WE GET IT. Move on. 

- random but they’re showing footage of old Charles and his eyes are deep blue. Never noticed that. Thought William’s eyes were all Diana, guess not. Moving on. 

- James Holt saying the whole family had an obligation to perform and if they don’t, they fall out of favor with the papers. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN JAMES? You mean to do their jobs and shake hands? Get their picture taken? Share pictures of their kids a couple times a year? Gosh, making it sound like they’re circus monkeys. This man is annoying. 

- I can’t help but roll my eyes. These are two of the most privileged people in the world and I’m sure it sucked to be chased by the paps but some people struggle with putting food on the table like???? have some common sense. 

- Meghan’s friends saying there were paps staying outside their houses (MOST of which were in the US btw, keep that in mind)....I mean, sure Jane. I did not know the names of any of you before this but whatever floats your boat.

- damn Meghan’s friend throwing her mom under the bus to defend her wow these people have the best family dynamics ever

- Doria talking about being chased by the paps....in LA. Not the British media then. 

- Meghan talks about Samantha Markle. Says the media wanted Doria’s side of the family to be the messy one but Doria was too classy and it was the Markles creating issues. Said her and Samantha barely had a relationship.

- Oh wow, they brought Samantha’s daughter Ashley to talk. Meghan said “Ash” was dragged into the drama by the media but this is the first I’m hearing about this niece?

- Anyway, Ashley was not raised by Samantha but they reconnected and eventually feel out again over Samantha’s opinion on Meghan. Meghan and Ashley are quite close. 

- interestengly enough, although Meghan found Windsor to be medieval and the Royal Family too formal she loved Christmas at Sandrigham? Even if it’s known to be very formal

- She says it was amazing and it was like this big family she always wanted and it’s fun....so I guess they did welcome her after all?

- They talk about Princess Michael of Kent and the brooch

- the white dude who thought it was okay to wear a n*zi costume and use racial slurs lecturing me on unconscious bias. 

- oh so they are addressing the n*zi thing. Alright.

- Harry claims it was one of the biggest mistakes of his life and he just wanted to make things right. He met with a Rabbi and a Holocast survivor. (imo you shouldn’t have to do any of these to know you’re not supposed to wear a n*zi costume but  ya know, H is clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed). 

- Interestingly enough.....it was one of Harry’s biggest regrets in life and yet I’ve never seen a proper apology from him? And he didn’t talk about his use of racial slurs in the army?

- “I could’ve ignored it but I learned from that’. congrats you want a cookie for doing the bare minimum, sir?

- mr. and mrs. equality being introduced by their titles in a country where titles do not exist. lovely. (ps they walk into a room full of military people and the way none of them give a single fuck lmfao)

- this man talking about his experiences in the army RIGHT after talking about the n*zi controversy and DOES NOT address his use of racial slurs. He doesn’t care. If he did, he would have apologized. 

- “Jeez, I went to war twice” LOTS of opinions surrounding this statement, but I;d rather not share them. Just *eye roll*

- they made a POINT to show Meghan talking about Me Too and female empowerment and a reporter saying Kate didn’t wear black to the BAFTAs and Camila never talked about Me Too. Because nothing screams women supporting women like bringing down women in the family to make yourself look superior. 

- Tim Burt - strategic advisor to Archewell - saying the causes the Royal Family champions are strictly non-controversial. Not true. 

- Meghan saying there’s no class on how to act like a princess. Girl......

- Harry saying the press invents a lot of protocols which might be the only true statement he has given in this whole doc!

- they really are showing her getting fittings for the Carolina Herrera dress only for it to fit her the way it did. I can’t even. (I’m pretty sure the guy is the creative director for Carolina Herrera, he was there and that was the best they could do> Gosh)

- Meghan saying she could never wear the same color as the Queen but also not the same color as the other senior members of the family. BS. The family usually color coordinates. 

- She says ^ that is why she usually never wore color in family events and stuck to camel and white which is funny since Camila and Catherine wear white quite often. Plus, she did not choose a neutral color for Louis’ christening, did she? When everyone else in the family was in neutral colors. 

- Again, she said the neutral tones was so she could blend in. She certainly was not blending in at Louis’ christening. 

- Ashley (Meghan’s niece) implies her relationships were being managed (aka controlled) by the Palace. Sure, Jane version 294958583849.

- They immediately start talking about their comms team making it seem like every phone call they make has to go through someone else. BS. Ashley babes, Meghan had her own phone. If she didn’t text you, she didn’t want to. 

- They keep using Jason’s pictures. I would sue.

- Meghan saying she had compassion for their comms team (aka Jason) for dealing with the shitshow that was the PR before the wedding. Interesting version of compassion you have since they are all accusing you of bullying. 

- Meghan says the guidance at the time was not to have Ashley come to the wedding. That makes zero sense; it would be better press to have more of her family members there. Maybe her invite was sent to one of the celebrities Meghan never talked to before but who, for some reason, were at Windsor.

- now onto the Commonwealth talk.........

- listen, saying wealth was extracted from the colonies and flow into the British Empire is true. Saying the British elites benefited from it is true. I just it VERY interesting that neither Harry nor Meghan seemed to have an issue with that previously. In fact, they don’t talk about it themselves, they let other people do it. Both of them benefited from that wealth inequality through their associations with their royal family. 

- to say things are the same in the Commonwealth countries today as they were 100 years ago may be true, but these countries have their own governments who played a role in that. 

- girly is now praising Harry for educating himself into becoming “anti-racist” if you refuse to apologize for your mistakes then you aren’t anti-racist. Harry hasn’t. All he does is lecture people on things he actually does not understand. 

- I’m sorry James Holt sounds incredibly naive and good riddance that he is no longer working with the Palace. This man genuinely couldn’t tell those pictures of Thomas were staged at first??? Be for real

- Also, I truly did not know Thomas was supposed to fly to the UK and walk Meghan down the aisle until like 10 days before the wedding. 

- more about Thomas. I do wish they went a little deeper on their relationship because Meghan used to be a daddy’s girl and they were close and yet Thomas never got to meet Harry and next thing you know he’s doing pap walks?

- doc ends right before the wedding.

Oof. The other two were boring but this one made me mad lol. This doc is all over the place and I’m interested to see what the general public will think of it.  

Next 3 episodes coming out in a week.....

[sweetaesuga]

in your eyes | m

pairing: jungkook x female reader!

genre: smut, fluff, angst, college au, fratboy jk! ex-fuckboy jk! bookworm reader! friends to lovers!

warnings: language, insecurity, drinking, dom jungkook! fingering in public, exhibitionism, female masturbation, grinding, oral (m), dirty talk, light choking, degrading (slut/whore), squirting, creampie, unprotected sex (both are clean but stay safe), bathroom sex, riding, pinning.

word count: 10.6k+

synopsis: jungkook always sees you like the only girl in the world, and you just see him as a fuckboy. OR jungkook just wants a chance🥺

↳ a/n: first time i ever write a fic or smut please enjoy🤧 

You were only sixteen when you met him. He stepped into the classroom in all dark baggy clothes in an uneasy walk. At first glance you would of thought he was a timid person. Wrong, under all of that bullshit you see an egoistic and self-assured asshole that you're somehow happy to call your friend. You even learned that it was facade. Jungkook was a boy with a good heart who always remained loyal to all of his friends.

Jungkook just turned seventeen when he met you, noticing you straight away when you had a nice sense of fashion. You always had on an accessory that matched with the color of your shirt or jeans. You also always wore a bit of bright colors in your outfits. The bright unique makeup is what caught his attention too. He was proud to call you his friend.

When you both happily entered the same college along with your best friend Hayoon, everything changed. He began hanging out with a new group of friends, they were all older than them and deeply influenced him. He joined a fraternity then and began spending less time with you. He only came over to study or celebrate your birthday. His busyness merely reminded you how he preferred to spend his time hooking up with random girls every week rather than play board games with you or rant to him about your new book you were reading.

You don't exactly remember when he started but you do remember all the girls that talked about how amazing he was in bed which solely added more uncertainty on you. You even walked in on him and a freshman girl going at it in one of the sorority’s room at a party you were both attending.

The memory of when he started crushing on you was foggy to you but he always remembered it in a flash. It was when he had a taekwondo match, where circumstantially Jungkook's girlfriend, who wasn't really his girlfriend, at the time couldn't make it. His hopes were put down by the thought of someone not supporting him, since he always tried his best with his own cheerleader being there.

In the middle of the match, his eyes scanned the bleachers, wishing for someone to be there. His wishes were granted as he saw you there. Standing awkwardly, you gave him a little wave with a smile. His chest heaved in glee, sending you a quick smile before he returned to his match.

The sound of you screaming his name when he won, put a enormous smile on his face. Jungkook watched you run down the bleachers, apologizing to all the people you were bumping through. You leaped into his arms easily.

Your next words to him were a blur since Jungkook was too focused on just having you in his arms. He was grinning happily at you, hair sticking to his forehead. His heart heaved with warmth as you hugged him tightly.

He was twenty-one and you were twenty when he realized he had a crush on you.

You were seventeen when you realized you liked him.

But you were nineteen when you realized you would never be good enough for him.

"He then had the audacity to ask me if I slept with anyone else! The nerve of that guy," you felt like your ear was going to bleed out just by listening to your best friend blabber about her ex-boyfriend.

"Why don't you just stop talking to him? I don't know...block his number or something?" you suggested, very uninterested in this conversation about her ex-boyfriend contacting her. She could simply just block him out her life and be done with him. 

You stared at the worn out rubber of the tip of your black converse. She popped the gum in her mouth, the sound became annoying to you. Hayoon squinted her eyes at you, trying to find something to say to argue back to you. She instead changed the subject. "Where were you on Saturday?"

"Studying like the rest of the students here," you moved to rest your weight onto your right leg. "I just can't seem to understand how finals are coming up and some people are out here partying? The library was packed when I got there."

"Yeah well I wouldn't know because I didn't go," she grinned at you. "Instead I went to a party because I'm not a loser like you!" Hayoon giggled to herself and you rolled your eyes. "Also," she popped the gum loudly. "Jungkook was asking for you. Calling for his dream girl. . .or something like that—I don't know can't remember—too drunk you know?"

Your ears perked up to that. "Really?" you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear that got in the way and leaned forward. "Did you remember why he was looking for me?"

Hayoon grinned again. "Even if I do know why would you care? Don't you hate him or something?" she smiled evilly and threw her head back.

You froze and leaned back to your seat. You know what she was trying to do and it was never going to happen.

You were never going to give Jeon Jungkook a chance.

Jungkook stumbled into the library, eyes searching for you immediately. There was nearly a crowd of students that were preparing for finals. "Hey have you guys seen Y/N?" he asked a study group. A girl in your class answered him, telling him that you were somewhere by the windows.

Of course you were, he thought to himself. You would be seated at your usual spot. He walked over to the windows and spotted you straight away. Watching your figure become closer as he walked further, he took the sandwich out of his bag. "Hey Y/N!" you already knew that voice. You looked up at Jungkook. As usual he looked drop-dead gorgeous. He wore his usual dark baggy outfit, a black cargo jogger and a much darker hoodie with some black combat boots. He was showing off his helix piercing and his fresh new haircut.

"Nice haircut," you referred to his undercut and the fact that he was showing forehead. "Seems like you spent a lot of time on it."

"Yeah! Just for you," he smiled, his cheeks being pushed up. You let out a heavy sigh, clearly not in the mood for his flirtatiousness. "Got you a sandwich, by the way," he laid it in front of you.

You let out a small smile and took it from him, trying not to show how your mouth got watery so quickly. "Thanks, you didn't have to though," he shook his head.

"I don't want you starving to death," he sat down next to you, shoulder pressing against yours. "What are you studying for?" his nose nuzzled your ear. You rolled your eyes and shoved him away, ignoring the goosebumps his warm breath caused.

"Just getting my notes ready. Wanna highlight or color code it but feel like it's going to fuck up everything. Also don't wanna be those fucking girls that always have to make their fucking notes pretty. Also, do I look tired?" he studied your face for any features that made you seem exhausted. "I was up till two in morning watching these two Indian guys build a pool."

His eyes lit up. "Oh my god, I come across from those too."

"I know they came up all over my fucking Youtube recommendations. I got sucked into binge watching them. It makes me feel fucking lazy to be honest, the amount of fucking water they carry back and forth. I wouldn’t be able to do that.”

Jungkook snickered and made a note of how much you swore. "I need to make a swear jar for you. You swear too much."

"Not even," you laughed back at him and nudged his shoulder. "I'm just a little frustrated and stressed right now," his gaze dropped on the purple pins in your hair, holding each side of your hair. "I called my mom and she said to not stress over this, but you know how I get," you frowned and turned to him. He finally took in your appearance. Your bright purple eyeshadow with purple gems adorning the top of it. You wore a purple flare pants and a white long sleeved, deep v-line crop top. His eyes dropped down to your cleavage, trying to see if you had a bra on.

"Holy shit Y/N!" the students around him shushed him. He burned up and muttered a sorry to them, you giggled at how embarrassed he looked. "You look amazing. What's the special occasion?"

"Nothing," you shook your head, a smile still on your face. "Can't I dress up once in awhile?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, knowing that you normally only wear outfits like this when they’re new or it’s the first week of school. "Okay," you dragged your word out. "I got this outfit last week and really wanted to use it today. It's cute right?"

"Yeah, really cute," he toyed with your hair pins, messing up your hair.

Neglecting his comment, you carried on. "I even got up in early in the morning to do my makeup. If I'm gonna show up wearing a new outfit, I might as well have a cute ass face to go with it," you frowned when you remembered something. "And I realized I don't have different color hair pins, they're all purple so thank fuck the fucking pants are purple."

"Well I think you look very cute, Y/N. Boop!" he poked your nose gently. You swatted his hand away, warning him to stop but all you're given is a large bunny smile. "Come on, eat your sandwich. I didn't just come all the way over here searching for you just to talk to you."

"Actually you did bitch."

"Oof, swear jar," he rested his palm out in front you. You took a bite out of the sandwich, placing a quarter on his palm. "No a dollar, Y/N."

"No! What the fuck—wait!" he held out his palm again. "That's not fucki—hold up, you can't just say a dollar," you whined and grabbed your bag. "I don't have money growing out of my ass."

"I don't know that yet. I'm gonna have to check to make sure," you threw a dollar at him. He laughed and picked it up.

"I know your kind," you spatted at him and tossed the other two dollars at him which he easily caught. "Wanna drain my f-freaking bank account."

"Oh come on, I want you to be my sugar mama," he jested, leaning forward to give you a huge smug.

"Sucks to be you actually. I'm looking to be a sugar baby, not a sugar mama," you glanced over your shoulder towards him. His laugh echoed and you watched as students gave him a dirty look from how loud it was.

"Of course. You're the brokest bitch in the city no one actually wants you to be their sugar mama," you gasped at his words.

"Am not!"

"Are so!" you both laughed at each other. His hand searched for yours underneath the table. He must've noticed how tensed up you had gotten when he found it, managing to wrap your smaller fingers into his. "I've been meaning to talk to you by the way."

You groaned, knowing where this will be going. "Jungkook, stop I'm not in the mood," you caught a quick glimpse of the time. "Look, I have to go, my bus will be coming soon." You don't let him mention anything else. Bolting out of the library, you leave a crestfallen Jungkook behind.

He shook his head and took the half eaten sandwich you also left behind. He trailed behind you, backpack threatening to fall down his arm. You proceeded to walk to the bus stop, Jungkook just close behind. "Didn't see you at the party on Saturday?" the voice came from behind you. You opt to ignore it but by the sound of his voice it was easy to tell that he has been dying to ask this question. When you didn't answer him, he tried again. "Seriously where were you on Saturday?"

You sunk down on the bench. "None of your business."

"Well, I was kind of worried about you. I thought you were going to be there so that's why I came," he took a seat right besides you. "Once I saw you weren't there, I left."

"I was at the library studying for finals," you weren't sure why you were telling him this.  After his little confession your heart felt weird. If you hadn't told him though, he probably would've guessed it. Still, he needed confirmation.

"What? Why didn't you tell me? We could’ve studied together!" he complained, nudging his shoulder with yours.

"Jungkook stop, I know what you're doing," you glared at him, wanting to get away. He frowned and reached over to hold you. "I already told you no," you hissed, disregarding the way his eyes appeared sunken at your response.

"Why not? I already told you, I'm not messing around anymore. I genuinely want to settle down with someone," he stared into your eyes with such intensity you felt like your brain was going to explode. Your ears took in his words slowly. "I want to be with you."

"Jungkook, please—"

"Come on, one date. I swear to god I've changed," he ranted. He's always been very keen on having a chance with you, but with all those girls that he used to take home you felt otherwise. You would listen to the girls on how good Jungkook was. How good he looked at night in the dark moonlight. How he would manhandle them in random places. How his muscles would appear every time he flexed them. How those hips of his were a miracle. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't ever want to see him that way too.

"I'm flattered, I really am—I just really don't want to be with someone like you. I'm sorry," you apologized, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

He blinked then squinted his eyes at you. "What do you mean someone like me?" He sounded somewhat offended at your words.

"You used to fuck around!" you fumed and threw your hands up. The bus was coming down the road towards the two of you. "I don't like that."

"Why not?" He's way too stubborn to let you go, you forgot.

"Because...I just don't okay? Lets leave it there," you stood up and walked over to the bus once it opened its doors. He followed close behind. Before you can enter your dollar into the machine, he does it for you.

The bus driver smiled at him while you glared at him. You walked to the back of the bus, smiling to all the other passengers but secretly upset. Jungkook still followed you like a lost puppy. You slid down in the seat. Your left arm feeling the side of the bus once you properly sat down. "Here, I'll pay you back," you hold out the dollar bill but he sat still in his seat.

"Well shit, sugar mama not right now," You sighed and put it back in your bag. You heard him snort.

"Come on, tell me why you won't give me a chance and I'll leave you alone," he offered. He held your eyes for a moment before you let out a breath of air and looked away.

If he’ll leave you alone, then you must have to say why you won’t grant him a chance with you, a chance for him to become your boyfriend.

"I'm too insecure for you," he opened his mouth but you shushed him. "I'm not...how do I put this? I'm not like them?" you questioned and glanced over at him. He had a look of worry washed all over his face. "The girls that you were with are those who are all popular, party all day, and are very attractive. They all do casual sex, and I don't want be that type of person, I want something serious. Like you have dated Soojin! She's really pretty, makes me gay even," you chuckled at yourself. "That's not the point though. If I'm with you, all I could ever think about is the girls you were with and how different I am from them. I just can't be with someone when all I'll ever think about are my insecurities with them. So how could I possibly ever be good enough for you?" you don't look at him after that.

He sighed and gripped your small hand into his. You almost cringed when you remembered how sweaty your hands were. "That's why I'm after you though. You're not like them. I wanted a change. You are good enough, you'll always be good enough for me. Hell, I feel like I’m not good enough for you. And I really don't care if you're any of that other stuff. I still want to have a shot with you." you don't realize how long you both were holding eye contact. The two of you don't look away from each other however. You don’t even comprehend how close you two have gotten. He reached over to push back a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your breath hitched.

"I don't know Jungkook, I'm just really unsure," you admitted and leaned back in your seat to create some distance between you two. "My mind isn't clear right now but I highly doubt I would want to give you a chance."

"Really? You don't want me?" he bit his lip and glanced over at you. "How can I change your mind?" you stopped functioning when he reached over to press up against your thigh. His fingers travelled over to your inner thigh. He kept rubbing circles around there for a few minutes, hand drawing closer each time. Your cheeks grew crimson once you wrapped your mind around on how wet you become so quickly, and he barely even touched you what an embarrassment.

You were only getting aroused quickly because of how long your dry spell was. You haven’t being touched in so long that you craved it so much, no matter who it was with.

"What are you doing?" you hated how you felt so hot under his eyes at the moment. He brushed you aside until you repeated your question again.

"Nothing," his lips curved upwards. He faced forward, ignoring the fact that his hand was practically between your legs.

"Jungkook, stop that!" you hissed and whacked his hand away. He withdrew his hand from your inner thigh but still kept it at the top of your thigh. His thumb gently tracing circles into your skin.

"Bet you're fucking wet under that," he commented. You caught his stare, watching his eyes fixed on your cleavage. A smile forms across his face when he takes notice of how you're rubbing your thighs together. "Don't be scared, I'll go easy on you. You wearing those pink panties that I love on you?"

You knew what he was referring to. Leaving your laundry on your bed wasn't a good idea especially when an excited Jungkook was coming over to watch a new episode of You, but he didn't give you time to pick it up so your baby pink lace underwear was out on the sheets. "Shut up. I'm not going to let you do shit," you furiously crossed your arms over your chest. His eyes flickered back down to your breasts that were shoved up into a tighter position.

"Really? You say that but you're on the verge of asking me to touch you. I know it, Y/N," you bit your lip hard to avoid saying something. You heard him laugh. "It's okay, no one will notice, if you're a good slut and keep your mouth shut." Your eyes widened at his words.

You’ve never been called a degrading name in bed. With the two boyfriends you’ve been with, they always called you loving names that had gotten boring quick as well as their vanilla sex. Yet somehow it stirred you up at the thought of being called a slut, especially Jungkook calling you that.

But it was almost like a completely different Jungkook had surfaced. You knew he was some sort of sex god but didn't expect him to have such a dirty mouth. You decided to test the waters. A little fun wouldn’t hurt.

You spread your legs a little wider, inviting him to get closer. He stared into your eyes as you stared down at his hand. "Unbutton your pants," he demanded. Your eyes expanded even more at his words. You were just thinking of getting him eager not to do something here.

You looked around to see if anyone could see or hear you two but they were all facing forward and minding their own business. Your hands went to unbutton your pants, pushing your zipper down. "Open your legs," you did as you were told. "Wider, wider," your right leg rested on top of his muscular thigh. "You wet enough?" he asked, reaching down to your core. You shivered when his hand entered your underwear. He sinks his two fingers in and you whined. He took his fingers out, gazing on the glistening wetness on it.

"Dirty fucking slut," he murmured and dig his fingers back into you. You gripped his wrist harshly but encouraged him to add more fingers. He complied and proceeded to finger you in the back of the bus. "Never thought I would finger the girl of my dreams in the back of the bus," he chuckled as he heard you calling out his name. "You gotta be quiet if you don't wanna get caught." he teased softly. He pounded his fingers into you faster. His eyes laying upon your furrowed eyebrows and bitten lip. You began to nudge into his fingers, meeting him halfway with the movement of your hips. Your grip on his wrist tightened as he touched your clit with the tip of his finger. He snorted and proceeded to move against you, ignoring his hardness that was forming in his pants. You threw your head back and stared up at the ceiling. You bit your lip hard, almost drawing blood.

Jungkook clutched your knee, forcing you to open wider. You raked over the passengers in the seat, who are still unaware of you getting fingered at the back of the bus. You moaned into his hoodie. You let go of his wrist to hold his bicep. He looked down at you. He reached over to cup your face, bringing your lips to meet his. You’re taken back a little but nonetheless you open your mouth to tempt him to slid his mouth in. He fulfilled your craving. The two of you looked like random teenagers making out in the back but what they couldn't see was his fingers stuck up your wet core.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you said under your breath, pulling away from his redden lips. His fingers pounded brutally into you. He showed no sign of slowing down.

"You make a fucking noise and I swear to god I will take you on this bus full of people. I don't give a fuck, Y/N," your pussy quenched around him at that. Your wetness glimmered on his fingers.

"Oh my god, Jungkook, oh my god," you moaned against his neck. Hiding your face from him, you picked up the pace of your hips. "Uh—fuck, holy shit do that again," you referred to him touching your clit. He does that again. "Oh fuck," you whimpered when you felt an uneasy feeling building up within you. "I'm gonna fucking cum."

"Yeah? That fucking early? I knew your little pussy wouldn't be able to take it," Jungkook's lips formed a smirk. "And this is just with my fingers babe. Bet you can't handle my dick," you ignored him. You sobbed into his neck and leaned up to kiss him in efforts to silence your moans, cumming hard all over his fingers. It takes two minutes before you released Jungkook from the kiss. He drew his hand away from your skirt and made sure you were holding eye contact with him when he cleaned his fingers with his tongue.

You gulped. Reality finally hit you. You had let Jungkook finger you in the back of the bus. 

You pushed back against your seat and looked around to see if anyone was looking. Everyone on the bus was still unaware and you felt like you can breathe again. "Holy shit I can not believe we just did that," you brushed your hair back, somewhat disappointed at yourself for not stopping him.

Jungkook's smile surfaced. "I can't believe you just let me do that. Wanna return the favor?" he asks jokingly but watched your face to see if you were willing to suck him off. His hopes are put down when a frown appeared on your face and he could tell you wouldn't feel comfortable with that. "Joking babe."

"Don't call me that, please," you stressed. "This was a mistake, seriously don't ever speak of this with any of your friends. We're not going to speak of it either."

"I wasn't even going to," he muttered and looked away. "Funny how it's a mistake, Y/N, when you were over here telling me to keep going."

You fanned yourself, flapping your hand back and forth in front of your face. Jungkook looked at the layer of sweat near your hairline that glistened under the sunlight. "Stop, it was in the heat of the moment. It seriously was a mistake," he opened his mouth but you carried on. "Especially in the back of the bus, oh god, I'm really disappointed in myself," you zipped up your flare pants, not minding that your underwear is sticking to you.

"And I'm really disappointed in you too, for not giving me a chance," Jungkook said with knitted eyebrows. You sit away from him, making sure there was a good amount of space between the two of you. "Oh are you just going to ignore me now?" he isn't given a response, your tongue knotted together in your mouth. "So that's how it's gonna be now?"

You gathered your bag. The bus curving towards the upcoming bus stop. "This is my stop," you disclosed. He captured your forearm which quickly caught your attention.

"Don't be like this, Y/N." You shrug him off and walked out of the bus, leaving Jungkook and his gloomy thoughts behind.

"Shut up, stop playing with me!" Hayoon exclaimed, her eyes glimmered with interest as you filled her in on the day before. "You did not let Jungkook finger you on the back of the bus," she laughed out loud at her sentence, still not believing the words coming out of your mouth. You groaned and sunk your head back down on the table. "I mean gross, but hey, you're catching dick."

"I'm not catching dick, and stop saying it's gross it makes me even more disappointed in myself."

"I just don't understand how you can tell him you don't want him and tell him the reasons why and then let him finger you at the back of the bus?!" your face scrunched up at her words. "I seriously don't get it Y/N. It's like you're provoking the guy that's going after you and that's pretty fucked up. Play with his dick, not his emotions, oh wait—”

"I told him no multiple times."

"Then why the fuck would you let him finger you in the back of a bus?" Hayoon rubbed her temple before munching on a fry. "I think you do have a crush on him, you just don't want to date him because of all the girls he’s been with.”

You let her words settle in your mind for a moment, not even realizing that she held your hand in hers. "But baby, that's called the past. It's the least thing you got to worry about since you already know it. Take a risk, go out with him. He's ready to be in a serious relationship with you, he's been telling me this since Friday."

You sighed, lips forming a pout. "I don't know."

"Well make up your mind quick cause' he's coming this way," her words are rushed as she glanced over at Jungkook, who's heading over your way.

"What?!" you're just about to turn your head his direction when Hayoon grabbed your jaw.

"What are you doing you stupid bitch?! Don't look—okay, pretend like I'm not here, pretend like I'm not here!" she turned away from you and placed her earbuds in her ears.

"Wait does my hair look good?!" you caught her by the arm before she can leave.

"For who?"

You snapped her head towards Jungkook, who's already smiling at you. His black cap floated over his eyes as he dug his fingers into the pockets of his jogger pants. You coughed when you perceived that you were checking him out. "Um, no one. Just wanted to see if it's messy," you don't know why but your cheeks burned so hard, maybe at the fact that you know it is messy.

His hand came in contact with your head before he moved a strand of your hair that looked out of place before pushing your baby hairs down. You swatted his hands away, ignoring how your warm ears were tingling. "There, it's not that messy anymore. I brought something."

He sat down besides you. You eyes fluttered over to Hayoon. She spread a smirk out on her lips. While Jungkook continued finding the item he wanted to show you, something along the words that it was a jar. Her fist comes up besides her mouth, opening it slightly. Your cheeks become crimson when she began to push her left fist towards her mouth while her tongue kept knocking into her right cheek.

"Here," Jungkook placed a jar in front of you, the bright glittery letters mocking you. Swear Jar, it read at the front. "Every time you cuss, it's more money to my bank account."

Your lips loop downwards into a frown. Your eyebrows furrowed together in the progress. "Not fair, I told you I didn't want to be a sugar mama."

"Fine, this is both of our swear jar."

"Deal."

"Okay, now that that's out of the way, we can talk about yesterday," he put the glittery jar, he decorated last night for you, back in his backpack. A sudden weight pressed down on your shoulders at the thought of him bringing up what happened yesterday.

"Jesus Christ, what do you carry in there?" Hayoon added unintentionally and you're thankful for that. As much as she wanted to know about the encounter between the two of you, she also wanted to know what Jungkook carried in that big bag of his.

"Dildos."

"Wait, deadass?" she jumped up in her seat. I snorted at her, earning a glare. Jungkook's lips formed a line, specifying that he was joking. "Well fuck, it just looks like it's gonna break your back. Dude you know what that reminds me of?" she asked you. Your mind doesn't come across anything so you shook your head. "The Rosie girl? She was giving dildos out at this campus cause' she wanted to, quote, fight absurdity with absurdity. All over Twitter. Wish I could be there to get one."

Jungkook's eyes crinkled up as he laughed at her. The sound ringing through your ears, only to devaste you even more. "Can we talk about yesterday?" he leaned over and whispered to you.

You swore you felt his lips brushing against your ear. It stirred up your brain. "What about yesterday?" your hands started shaking and you hoped he didn't see how anxious you have become.

Luck wasn't on your side today however, his upcoming question boosting your anxiety even more. "Why are your hands shaking so much?" he grasped his bigger hand in yours.

You are quick to take it out of his. "We agreed that we wouldn't talk about what happened yesterday. It was a mistake I didn't—"

"No, you agreed that we wouldn't talk about it," his voice raised slightly to get your attention. Your mouth snapped shut. "We need to talk about it. How the fuck can you be playing with my feelings like this?" Hayoon whistled, mentally seeing eye to eye with Jungkook. "I want to have a chance with you, a shot at us. You give me all these mixed signals and then when I try to make a move on you, all of the sudden you act like a bitch Y/N."

"Well what do you want me to say? That I fucking like you back too?" you challenged and stood up from your chair. The students around you turned their heads over to you, watching the scene in front of them unfold. "How the fuck am I even playing with your feelings? I said I wanted to just be friends! I'm sorry that you're misinterpreted our friendship but that's not my problem!" you wished you could've shut your mouth but all you could see was red. Perhaps you were letting go of all the rage you’ve ever resented over him for the past months.

For ditching you to attend parties or being with other girls. For not always being there for you.

"What the fuck do you mean that's not my problem?!" he mimicked you, staring up at you. "You let me finger you and you expect me to believe that you just wanna be friends? Are you even listening to yourself?! You felt something back there."

Hayoon stepped in, walking over to the two of you. "Okay, I think you guys should just shut up," your eyes wandered around the room, where everyone was watching your interaction.

"Whatever," Jungkook's chair scraped the floor harshly as he pushed it back. He dug into his backpack before placing the jar in front of you. "You can keep that and this," he put down a package full of glittery hair pins, all different colors. Your heart wrenched as you watched him walk away, sullen. His steps are quick so he can take the attention off of him.

You turned the jar and saw that the top had words on it. Splattered in messy pink glitter, Sugar Mama's Swear Jar :D.

Jungkook was avoiding you. You could tell because he stopped coming after school to study with you, which was okay at first until you found yourself yearning for him.

It was stupid, really. After all that debate on how you two should just stay friends, you can't just tell him how much you miss him. That'll make you seem like an ass.

And trust me that's the last thing you want.

Your day was going bad, your professor yelled at you for not paying attention and put you in the spot, embarrassing you in front of the class. You were okay until a girl gave you a look of pity and you had a breakdown in the bathroom right after.

When you went to go meet up with Hayoon, it'll only got worse. She cancelled on you after forcing you to wait for her for thirty minutes. Just as you're leaving a group of middle schoolers thought it would be funny to step on a ketchup packet and let splatter everywhere, resulting in the back of your white top covered in dots of ketchup.

You swore you almost hit the kid who came up with it, even thought about running him over when you saw that the stains were everywhere and even in your hair.

After showering and getting the ketchup out of your hair, you went to work that ensued in you coming home with mascara practically running down your eyes, that were ready to pour out tears if something else happened to you, due to you wrongly mixing up orders and getting yelled out by a customer.

Now here you were, sitting on the living room floor with wet hair after taking another shower which mainly just involved you sitting on the tile floor and crying. You ate the Chinese takeout you have gotten during the way, ignoring the way people were staring at you, with sympathy.

It was the last thing you needed. Maybe karma was coming to get you for saying those things to Jungkook. But at this point all you wanted was some reassurance, a shoulder to cry on, someone to be there for you.

Jungkook.

You couldn't sleep. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn't. Hell, you even closed your eyes for a solid thirty minutes yet you were not able to drift off into slumber. Maybe it had to due with the weather? It was freezing, if you stepped a foot outside you would become an ice sculpture in an instant.

Or maybe, the most logical one compared to all the others, was Jungkook fingering you on the bus. You can't seem to get that scene off your mind. Your brain kept drifting over on how stunning he appeared, his dark eyes staring straight at yours as he watched your mouth form an O shape. He only ever broke eye contact when he snuck a look of how his fingers vanished into your pants.

Then your mind would stumble onto the memory of you yelling at him, telling him how his feelings for you were not your fault. You despised yourself at that moment. You sighed and laid back into your pillow, staring up into the ceiling. "I can't believe I am even having these types of thoughts," you slowly opened your legs while shutting your eyes. As long as you don't think about him, it'll be okay.

But you do. Sliding off your underwear, the first thing you thought about was Jungkook. His bunny smile rested on his face. You opened your eyes to get him off your mind and closed them again. You let out a gentle moan when you feel how wet you are.

He came back again. This time he settled right besides you on the bed. His hand is shoved between your legs. You moaned when he buried his head in your neck and kissed your skin there. "You like that, princess?"

You frowned immediately, he didn't call you any pet names. From what you can remember, he called you a degrading name.

"You like that dirty slut?" you mewled at him. He moved his fingers ceaselessly inside of you whilst breathing down your neck.

The sound of a zipper being undone makes your eyes crack open. You took a glimpse of Jungkook, his hand disappearing inside his jeans that displayed his muscular thighs.

You whined at him and he hovered on top of you. Your breathing got heavier as his cock sprung out of his jeans. "Oh god," you moaned as he slid himself inside of you so effortlessly. Your hands moved quicker inside of you. Feeling your wetness spill out of you and onto the mattress underneath you, you imagined him pounding into you. Your hands clamped on his long hair with your legs in the air as his hips furiously snapping into you.

It doesn't take you long to cum, given the fact at Jungkook's pace it seemed like he wasn't going to stop. He disappeared, leaving you sweaty and tired on the bed with your fingers stuck inside you. "Holy shit, I can not believe I just did that.

Recalling your words that were thrown at Jungkook, a heavy weight on your shoulder returned heavier as ever, reminding you how you practically lost your shot with him.

Shame on you for not giving Jeon Jungkook a chance.

"I think I was too harsh on him."

"You think? Don't lie to me bitch, you know you were fucking harsh on him," Hayoon stood in the middle of your room, scanning your closet for a dress she can wear to a party.

It was almost three days since your argument with Jungkook in front of everyone. You expected to make up with him on Thursday but Jungkook avoided you like you were the plague. He didn't text you for any notes he needed to borrow, nor did he usually come to study with you or leave you a sandwich. You never realized how apart of your life he became, especially when he didn't sit next to you for one of your shared classes. Instead, he chose to sit next to Taehyung, his best friend. It was Friday now and to be quite honest, you missed him.

"Don't trip about it. He could be at the party tonight, getting over you and possibly getting himself a girlfriend so you don't have to worry about him pinning over you. Now what the fuck should I wear?"

You didn't like the sound of that. Jungkook possibly finding another girl. Your consciousness settled back in your mind. How can you even say shit like that? You rejected him, you have no right to tell him not to move on. You sighed to yourself and laid back into the bed. "Maybe I shouldn't go. I don't wanna see him."

"I don't wanna see him." she dragged the straps of your orange dress up her figure. "Shut up because on Wednesday you kept asking why he wouldn't talk to you, like bitch I wouldn't talk to you either with that shit you pulled back there."

"Why not?"

"You're not serious right?" she turned back to you. She raised her eyebrow, challenging you. You groaned and followed her out of the room when she didn't receive an answer. "That's what I thought," you heard her under her breath.

"Not gonna lie, I think I'm gonna break my ankle with these bitches," you pointed down at your high heels, slowing down. You stopped to fix them. Hayoon carried on walking to her car, leaving you behind.

"You wanted to wear them. Now get in," she honked her horn. You hissed at her, reminding her that the neighbors are going to complain. "Don't give a fuck, get in loser we're going to party!" she honked her horn longer.

You ran to her car when you realized she wasn't going to stop. "You need the swear jar, you stupid bitch."

"Not even," before you could say something back, her music blasts through the car. She screamed out the lyrics, encouraging you to join along. "In your eyes! You lie but I don't let it define you—oh define you!"

"You sound like a dying cat."

"I tried to find—fuck you then."

Along the way you started to wonder how she even got her driver's license. Hayoon almost went on the sidewalk when she was tried to park which forced you to get out of the car and direct her.

"Keep going, keep going."

"Fuck, bitch you sure? I don't want another ticket for being on the red line," her head stuck out to make sure she wasn't going to hit the car behind her.

"Yes I'm sure—okay stop!" Hayoon shuts off the engine, stumbling out of the car. She laughed to herself before walking up to the fraternity house with you. "Okay, I forgot what it was like coming here."

The first smell that filled your nostrils was vomit. You glanced down towards the ground and saw a distraught girl on the front lawn throwing up while her friend rubbed her back. Hayoon advised you not to look, to give the poor girl some pity. Reluctantly, you entered the house with a clumsy walk. Hayoon noticed and suggested that you go have a drink. You at first declined but once your eyes scanned the room and landed on Jungkook leaning against a wall with a redhead clinging onto him. You made your way to the open kitchen. Unknown to you, jealousy boiled in your stomach.

So that's how you end up on your first shot of a tequila with a cup of vodka already resting in your liver. You weren't drunk, still you were not far from being tipsy. Conscious enough to see that Jungkook's eyes were on you while you downed the shot. Eyes focused on your throat as you swallowed. He exhaled, watching you pull out your phone and tap away. The red head girl right besides him, tried calling his name out to hook his attention. He brushed her off, muttering something to her that he didn't sleep around anymore.

His frustration grew even more when he saw you wandering over to the middle of the room where sweaty bodies were grinding on each other. Your flimsy black silky dress was not doing him justice either, seeing how tight it was on your figure. It showed off your curves well; he hated how good you looked. There was a big opening in the back that stopped near your hips. Should be a crime to look that good, he thought to himself while trying to keep his eyes on you.

Your hips swayed to the music blasting throughout the house. You opened your eyes, landing on Jungkook immediately. His eyes devouring you as he took a sip of his beer, eyes locked on your hips. You tried not to look at him again but still wondered what was going in that mind of his. You raised your hands up in the air, dress threatening to rise up.

Your curiosity got the best of you. Squinting one eye open to take a peek of Jungkook but you failed to locate him.

A gasp left your mouth as someone pressed their front on your back, rubbing their crotch on your ass. A whiff of the sweet scented Victoria Secret perfume gave the identity away. You tilted your head so that it laid on his chest. Confirming your thought, Jungkook stared down at you with dark eyes. His arm muffled around your waist to press you further into his chest. He felt his body go ease when he saw your lips bunch up into a smile. Your hips rocked from side to side on him. Jungkook held his hand on your waist, encouraging you to continue. You willingly do so arms flinging on his neck as you dragged yourself down his chest. His growing bulge poked your ass as you grind yourself on him. Your head laid back on him. Jungkook leaned down to meet your lips. His mouth entwined with yours, lip gloss rubbing off onto his mouth. You moaned into his mouth and sensed that his hand was harshly holding one of your ass cheeks.

"You wanna go upstairs?" He was somewhat taken back at your suggestion but agreed nonetheless. With his fingers keeping a firm grip on yours, the two of you went upstairs.

He guided you towards the room, which all winded up preoccupied due to freshman trying to lose their virginities. You cringed when you come face to face with someone's bare ass pushing against the lanky girl. Jungkook pushed you into the bathroom, telling a man to fuck off when he tried getting in.

"Hey," you glanced up from the floor onto Jungkook's eyes. He offered you a small awkward smile, warming your heart as if he wasn't rubbing his dick on your ass a few minutes ago.

"Hi," your voice sounded very small and Jungkook wanted to reach out and reassure you that he only came up to you to apologize, not to have you grind on him in the middle of the room. "I'm sorry," you began, eyes fixed to the ground. "Everything I said on that day was really fucked up. I care about your feelings. I care about you and I was giving you mixed signals and it's not okay."

"I'll be fine," his hand held your arm, rubbing it slightly. "It's okay if you don't return my feelings, I'll get over it—"

"But that's the thing I don't want you to get over it."

Jungkook blinked once, twice, and then another third time. Trying to comprehend your words while also trying to figure out what he was going to say was hard.

Your glossy lips moved. "I'm really willing to give you a chance and I'm so sorry for being such a cunt about it. I just—I needed some realization to understand my feelings. Truth is I've had a crush on you, but every time I saw you with these girls I always told myself I'm not good enough for you and that I'll never be. I’m also mad at the fact that you’re barely realizing your feelings towards me just now.”

He doesn't say anything which doesn't help your anxious state at the moment. Your gut scolded you, reminding you that you probably lost your chance and now you look like an idiot to him right now, confessing your feelings.

Jungkook sighed before embracing you. You stand still in shock from his sudden movements but chose to hug him back. His chin dropped down onto your head. "You're good enough for me, Y/N. You always have been and I'm sorry that it took me all these years for me to realize that."

"I couldn't stop thinking of you and all the shit I said. I'm really sorry from the bottom of my heart," you admitted.

His bulge pushed against you and your cheeks flushed warm. Jungkook didn't say anything but bent down to kiss you. His lips moved roughly against yours. Your fingers coming up towards his hair to run through them. His hands digging harshly into your ass, possibly leaving small bruises behind but you're unbothered by it.

You pulled away, enough to stare up at his eyes. "I seriously couldn't stop thinking about you. I fucking masturbated to you, just by thinking of the bus shit," you confessed, watching his face lit up in surprise.

"Yeah? What was going on in that head of yours?" he encouraged you. You giggled at him, his thigh coming between your thighs.

"Your fingers in my pussy," your cheeks burned pink as he coaxed you to go on. "Your big dick pounding in me."

The look on his face is priceless but it just stayed there for a mere second as Jungkook recollected himself. He couldn't believe what was coming out of your mouth, never in a million years would he ever imagine you of all people saying this. The warmth travelled towards his crotch as he hardened at your words. His friend of seven years, his crush for almost two years was here in front of him, revealing that she touched herself to the thought of him. A blissful comfort spread all over his body.

"Don't you want that to happen?" he didn't even realize how close you were, he was too caught up in his thoughts. "You don't want to fuck my brains out?"

Your thighs closed around his thick ones. You reached up to kiss his neck, pecking his soft skin. Jungkook grunted as you left open mouth kisses behind, gripping his hand and directing it near your hips.

"I can't do it here," Jungkook whispered to you once he grasped the circumstances. In a fraternity bathroom with people out there that can possibly hear you two? Jungkook would never allow himself to touch you here the first time you two have sex. You whined against him, rubbing your crotch on his thigh. "Shit, seriously Y/N? You're making this hard for me."

"What your dick? Why? I don't care where we do it. I just—I need it to happen—come on Jungkook fuck me," if your mind wasn't clouded by lust you would been very disappointed at yourself for what you were saying, but you could care less. He closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the ceiling. He was fighting with himself.

The only sound in the bathroom was the loud heavy bass music playing and the two of you heavily breathing. "Do you want me to go find another guy out there that can do the job for you or what?" you tried riling him up and it worked cause Jungkook was staring at you with dark hooded eyes. "Cause' I could walk out there and take any guy home with me do you want that?" you both know deep down you wouldn’t be able to do that. You’re too shy.

Jungkook came across as if something possessed him suddenly. His hair falling over his eyes slightly. His tongue came out of his mouth to moisten his lips. "Get on your fucking knees," Jungkook snapped, a hand going back to get tangled in your hair. You dropped down to the ground. "I wanna see your pretty tits," you pulled down the straps of your dress and got rid of your strapless bra, throwing it aside. "Well aren't you a desperate cock sucking whore?" you whined at him with your dress bunched up around your waist. "What don't tell me you like being called that?" he chuckled. Your cheeks flushed in humiliation.

You reached over to unzip his jeans. He merely let out a chuckle, extremely satisfied with your avidity. As you rolled down his boxers, his hand wrapped around your hair. "Look up at me, whore," your eyes jerked up to him. "Open your mouth," you gulped at the size, wondering if it was even going to fit in your poor mouth. He teased, rubbing the head of his cock on your lips when you did. Your jaw ached as you tried opening as wide as you can to please him. You looked up at him as he slid his cock in your mouth. He groaned, loving the warmth and wetness of your mouth surrounding him. He maintained the eye contact between you two whilst he carried on shoving his dick in your throat. You moaned and moved back once it hit your throat. But before you can, he gripped the back of your hair firmly and thrusted his hips forward. You gagged around him, tears brewing and ready to burst out. You extended your hands out to his thighs. He held your head in place, his cock shoving down your throat at an animalistic speed. "What a good little slut," he eventually praised you. "Letting me fuck her throat hard and shit," you shut your eyes.

You regret doing so. Feeling a tug to your hair, your eyes snap open and look up. "You get praised like a good bitch once and you think you can be a bad girl? I don't think so, whore," he stared straight into your eyes with his dark orbs devouring you. Your drool slithering down your chin. You peer up at him with desperation written all over your face. Your fingers glided down to your dress. You kept your gaze on him when your fingers entered your pussy, feeling how wet you are. "Are you seriously touching yourself?" he sounded thrilled at the idea. Jungkook stopped moving for a second, allowing you to suck on the head of his cock. He watched mascara run down your cheeks, feeling some sort of ego boost that he was making you look this way.

You nodded frantically, moving your fingers faster. You sucked him harder, your jaw throbbing as you attempted to deep throat him. He forced your head deeper so that your nose was touching his pubic hair. "I didn't give you permission, disobedient slut. You got three seconds to finish," he finished with a sullen laugh, knowing you weren't. "One, two–" Jungkook watched your eyes become watery as you hopelessly tried to get yourself to cum in just three seconds. "—three, take your fingers out whore."

You obeyed and showed him your fingers, glittering under the bathroom light, even though on the inside you were begging to be touched again. You thought of going against him. Jungkook let a cackle escape from his mouth. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet I bet you're fucking leaking out onto the floor."

You mewled, bobbing your head up and down. Releasing his cock out of your mouth with a lewd pop, you batted your eyelashes up at him. "I'm so fucking wet for you," he flashed you a quick grin, obviously content with your answer. He brought your fingers up to his mouth, sucking them off while maintaining eye contact with you. His tongue swirled around your finger as you repeat the same motion on his cock. He released your finger.

"You can use your hands," you pull away right after he said that. You pumped him rapidly, your hand moving back and forth. Your ears took in his grunts, feeling some pride for causing him to make those noises. He almost came when he felt your warm, wet mouth around one of his balls.

"I want you to cum on my tits." he agreed, staring down at you. Tension builds within his stomach as he groaned out loud. You gaped at him when his cum shoots towards your neck, aiming towards your breasts.

Jungkook's breathing became heavier as he came back down from his blissful state that he was in. He grew hard in a instant when he saw how fucked you looked. Your mascara running down your eyes, leaving a trail of black ink behind. Your hair was tangled together into a mess due to him gripping it so tightly. With saliva dripping down your red swollen smeared lips, his eyes drifted further down. The straps of the dress you were wearing were rolled out into your stomach, exhibiting your perky breasts that are smeared with his cum.

"You look like a fucked whore," he smiled at you with satisfaction resting in his mind.

You giggled at him, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Yeah, not just for you," you gazed up at him, a small smile on your lips.

He helped you get off the floor. His facial expression is now serious, indicating that he wasn't happy with your answer. Jungkook's fingers tapped the cold surface of the sink, indicating to sit down on it. You do so, opening your legs slowly.

He watched, eyes strictly locked in between your legs. "Who are you so wet for?" he asked.

You snorted and shrugged which only grew him more frustrated.

Jungkook growled and flipped you over. He bended you over the bathroom sink and bore his eyes into you by the mirror. "You wanna keep acting like a slut, you're might as well be fucked like one," you silently squealed in excitement. Jungkook lifted your dress up in one go. He pulled your underwear down, making you step out of them. "Put your leg on the counter," he commanded and you do as you're told. Lifting your right leg on the counter while the other one remained on the ground. You heard him frantically pull down his jeans. You gasped when you feel the tip on your entrance. He reached over for the condom on the counter.

"No!" you exclaimed. Jungkook stopped and looked down at your worriedly, wondering if you wanted to stop now. You gulped, feeling your cheeks burned in embarrassment. "Don't use one please." you whined. "I want to feel you raw."

You heard Jungkook chuckle from behind you. He felt like he was on cloud nine, he was fucking thriving. "Yeah? My fucking slut wants me to do her raw?" he started pushing himself. You held your breath as your walls allowed him to enter, tightening around his big shaft. His cock rimmed inside of you

"Y-yeah," you manage to choke out, staring at him through the mirror. He maintained eye contact to where your bodies connected, watching his cock sink into you as he held your hips in place. 

"Has any other guy fucked you raw, slut?" Jungkook brought his hand around your throat. You sensed that you could orgasm right there. You shook your head as he finally is inside of you fully. "What was that? Use your words, come on you're a big girl," he gripped your inner right thigh with so much strength, he could break it off if he tried. I mean those biceps.

"N-no only you. Just for you," he grinned at that.

"Good," you let out a loud moan when he started finally moving. His hips rutted into yours at an animalistic speed. He stared at you through the mirror, watching how your mouth opens and your breasts jiggle. He pressed your throat a little harder. "Bet no guy ever made you feel this way."

"Only you, Jungkook! Only you!" you manage to breath out. Your knuckles are almost white by how hard you're holding onto the counter. He lowers himself so his face is near your ear.

"Yeah? Look at you, telling me how I'll never have you yet you're over here drooling over my dick. Fucking whore." you whined harder as he breathed down your neck. You feel yourself began getting more wetter at his words. "Imagine what your family and friends will say when they find out you're letting me fuck you in the ass in a dirty bathroom at a frat party."

You shut your eyes, your pussy swallowing him back in. His hand squeezed your throat a little tighter. "Fucking slut," he snapped his hips at you. You moaned out loud, shamelessly. "On the dance floor dancing like one."

"Because I am one," he chuckled at that, fingers coming up to pinch your nipple.

"Yeah? Who do you belong to? Whose slut are you?" the grip on your throat tightened, not enough to block your airway however. Jungkook kept his eye on you through the mirror, your lips molding into an oval shape. His palm came down to meet one of your asscheeks. You jumped forward, Jungkook pulling you back onto his cock. He stopped moving to lock eyes with you through the mirror, his lips hovering over your ear. "When I ask you a question, I expect a fucking answer," you tried to move your hips a bit but he caught you before you can. "Now," his voice deepened. "Whose slut are you?"

"Your slut! I'm your slut! Jungkook, please—"

"Yeah? Scream when I fuck you so that everyone knows who your pussy belongs to," his hips rammed into you again. You swore you can feel him fucking into your cervix. You let a loud moan break free from your mouth, his hot breath fanned your ear.

A roaring pounding on the door snapped his head away. You whimpered and become aware that his pace was reducing as his attention was now on the other man trying to get in. Jungkook yelled out words that sounded fuzzy to your ears considering all you could hear is your heartbeat.

"No, no, Jungkook don't stop," you pleaded with him, twisting yourself to look at his lust filled eyes. "I'm almost there please!"

You almost screamed at him when he pulled out. He sat on the toilet lid, tapping his thighs that were spread out in front of him. "Ride me," he demanded. You're somehow quick on your wobbly legs, getting on top of him. You grasped his swollen red cock, lining it up with your entrance before sinking down.

Jungkook's hand went towards your hip to support you while the other one went further down to touch your swollen clit. His mouth came near your ear as you cried out his name. "If you don't come in the next minute, you're not cumming tonight, got it slut?" you panted but nonetheless nodded frantically.

And with that Jungkook sat back, watching you fuck yourself on his cock, you were basically using him as a toy and Jungkook loved that. The desperation look on your face was amusing and Jungkook stored in in his memories.

"Oh shit! Fuck I'm almost there," his palm travelled further down to rub your ass.

"Time's almost up," he wasn't actually keeping track but your determination to cum on such a short amount of time was adorable to him. Your thighs smacked his, bouncing on his cock faster. Jungkook's finger carried on rubbing against your clit, his eyes trailing down from your face to your bouncing breasts.

Your eyes rolled back as you heaved up. Your mouth opened wide, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Jungkook heard his name leave your mouth, panting. He almost came when he felt something warm soak into his jeans. Looking down, he became aware of what just happened.

"Fucking dirty slut," he hissed and allowed you to relax your head on his shoulder as your whole weight sunk down on him. His ears took in your sniffles. "Look what you did, squirted all over me slut."

Your cheeks burned in humiliation, nuzzling your nose into his shoulder.

You gasped when he lifted his hips up to meet yours. You cried out to him to stop but Jungkook's quick to silence you with his fingers stuffed in your mouth. Your tears threatened to spill. "You're so tight, fuck! Need to fuck you more, whore,"

It doesn't take long for him to sprout into you, judging the way you tightened around him and how fucked your face look when he looked down to meet your eyes. With his cum coating your walls, he slid out of you. A bit of cum came out and dropped down to his black pants leaving a white stain behind.

You attempted to stand out on your own but failed due to you not being able to feel your legs for a second. Luckily, Jungkook is there to help you. He bent down to help you put on your underwear.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked while zipping up his pants. You checked your face in the mirror, noticing the hickeys all over your neck and the mascara smothered down your cheeks.

You turned to look at him, pulling your dress down."Are you really asking me after we just had sex? Where's my bra by the way?" your face is met with your bra when he flung it at you.

He laughed, watching you put it on. "Yeah, seriously though are you?"

"Why? If I'm going to be your sugar mama I might as well be your baby mama." Jungkook looked stricken and you snickered, bringing your hand up to hide your mouth. "I'm joking," you wiped your face with some wet wipes you found in the drawers.

"Not funny, was ready to fucking make a run for it."

It was your turn to look stricken as Jungkook laughed. You frowned and slapped his chest.

It goes quiet, the loud bass music now coming back to fill your ears instead of Jungkook's moans. He stood awkwardly near the corner while you threw away the wipes you used to remove your makeup. Running your fingers through your hair, you turned towards him.

"So, does this mean that you're going to give me a chance?" the man in front of you standing like an anime character asked, as if he wasn't calling you degrading names a few minutes ago.

You smiled at him and lunged forward to kiss him. "Yes, I'll give you a chance Jungkook."

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