#and then this morning i was drinking coffee in my shower bc hangover and then i only got out bc i wanted to start this

[captainmarsupial]

the hot weather makes me sad. it's gonna be close to 100 degrees this week and it'll be october! WTHECK MAN.

anyway, camping was fun!! we were only staying a night, so we left early to get to the park. picked up some pandesal on the way & got there around 830ish? so we hit the trail right away and probably took 3 hours to do the hike lol. it definitely was supposed to be quicker but we took a lot of breaks and had snacks at the peak of it. by the end, there wasn't much tree cover & it was getting hot, so the last half mile or so was lowkey agony. afterwards, we grabbed the sun shade & a blanket from the car and posted up in some grass by the lake & had a lunch of egg salad sandos and onigiri. i got very sleepy & tried to nap but failed, so i just read some of guardian instead (my reading of choice for the wilderness is BL with supernatural elements i guess LOL).

closer to 2 we headed to the campsite, setting up wasn't that bad (i think it took about 30-40 min). i played some genius star at the camp table, took a hammock nap, and read & snacked to pass the afternoon. for dinner we made brisket & pork belly, ramyeon, & some veggies (definitely in part bc the brisket+noodles+lettuce they were eating on spring camp made me want it). washed it all down with beer and soju &got pleasantly drunk. we went camping last year in arnold which felt very quiet and woodsy but the vibes at this camp site were pretty different! like, people around us were playing music, which usually would irritate me, but they were playing some old school jams so i was fine with it & it actually made me more relaxed. once the sun went down, the people a few campsites down had a big projector screen & were watching despicable me.. LMAO. meanwhile, we sat at the campfire & had a nightcap of hot chocolate and some pocky. it actually got super cold & i was bundled up in a jacket and a fleece blanket my mom made. sleeping in the tent after such a long day felt sooooo good after.

the next morning, we had coffee & pandesal with eggs and vienna sausage. something about breakfast while camping just hits, especially when it's hella early. hahah. we lounged for a while before tearing down camp, but the sun came through & was hella bright, and it got hot so fast. we definitely got out of there by 1030 but it felt so much later because of the heat.

then we met up with my sister on the way back for some socially distanced ice cream. & went to a small coffee shop where they really had halloween/autumn on display. the vibe was already very dark academia leaning so it rly felt like fall! it was the first day of fall too! i was so pleased lol.

when we got home i took a well needed shower. i think one night camping, especially going somewhere so close was a pretty good move (we almost did two nights at first). & next year i would be down to go with a bigger group for sure.

on thursday & friday i played tennis! thursday was rj's birthday, so we went to hotpot after for dinner. tram & i got these soju capri sun style drinks that were hella fucking strong lol. i ended up with a freakin' hangover at work on friday.. but my boss was out so i took half the day from home bwahaha. on friday we played again since everyone was free, & then afterwards we went to jollibee for dinner. it was LITTTT &took hella long to get our food, but it was so good.

afterwards i drove back to my parents' & stayed the night. i slept super late because i found a bunch of bootleg recordings of kyuhyun's musical songs on soundcloud LMAO. honestly, i have no idea what korean frankenstein is about, & i've definitely heard that the plot is more bonkers than it needs to be, but one thing they're gonna do is make victor frankenstein a poor little meow meow.

in the morning i had to wake up early to hit up downtown with my sister. shockingly, it was warm enough already that a tank top was enough.. TT we walked around & got coffee beans for my dad, some coffee for ourselves, & then went to the bookstore. i got a book called "what you are looking for is in the library." so far i enjoy it but i don't really know where it's going. lol. then we got some pastries at a popup toni's cousin was doing. toni also drove into town that morning so she joined us briefly. then we all parted ways since my sister was going to a game, & i went back home.

i definitely should go home more, but it sounds like my parents are usually busy on the weekends anyway. hahah but yesterday i got to third wheel with them to dinner & the outlets. got myself a candle, a necklace and a new shirt :] it's one of those sweater-shirts with a collar, which is a style i have no clue if i can rock, so... we'll see. haha

&now september is basically over. it feels like it's about to be october, but it also doesn't? this month went by so quickly.. but also it didn't. IDK. from here on out, i'm gonna be pretty busy for the rest of the year! we're doing an early thing for my dad's birthday next week, then a couple of weeks after that i have plans with different groups of friends, then im going to hawaii with allison & our moms & marty & jake. and then japan! it's like all these plans i made months ago are finally about to be here & it doesn't feel real yet, i guess.

okay, i should wrap this up & then get ready for tennis. my body is so tired though!!!

[tirednotflirting]

hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you (and i will hold on to you)

part two to but we were something, don’t you think so?

because I actually cannot stand leaving something too open ended. enjoy.

and if you want it, check it out on ao3 here

It’s a freezing cold, early Tuesday morning when Luke sees Ashton for the first time since the almost (but not quite) meeting at the stoplight at the edge of campus.

(This time it’s been 5 months and 4 days since he last saw Ashton. Back then his hair was longer and his attire was hardly weather appropriate. Luke had been paralyzed by memories and a thousand different what if possibilities, none of which had come true.)

It had been quite a hectic morning up to that point. Luke’s alarm had failed to go off (again) and it's the last day he’ll be meeting for his Advanced Linear Algebra course and it’s pretty vital that he make it to that lecture so he knows what to focus on for the final they’re having the next week. He rushes around the apartment, cursing Calum silently for not waking him. He knows it isn’t his roommate’s responsibility to keep track of Luke’s oversleeping habit but they’ve been living together for two years now and Luke has definitely had to wake Calum up to get to exams on time before. 

He rushes through an augmented version of his morning routine, quickly brushing his teeth and shoving a beanie over his bedhead curls, momentarily thankful for the cold that required something to cover his ears. He trips over himself as he pulls on a pair of jeans while shoving his textbooks and journals into his backpack. On his way out the door, Luke hastily locks it since he isn’t sure if Calum ended up back in his bedroom the night before or if he stayed with Michael again. He skips waiting for the elevator to race down the stairs and out the front door of his complex.

He’s finished running the first block when he feels his phone buzz and he’s already winded so he figures stopping for a quick second to check the message (likely one from Calum if he is home to ask why Luke slammed the front door) wouldn’t hurt. Only the notification wasn’t a text, it was an email from Luke’s professor.

My wife and I caught some bug over the weekend so class today will be canceled. I am sad to miss our last meeting but please feel free to come with any questions to my extended office hours later this week. Attached is the concept guide for the final I planned to go over today. Happy studying.

Luke takes a deep breath in through the nose and imagines the air he can see from the cold after exhaling to be all of the anger he feels at having to rush through the apartment for nothing. He considers for a moment just turning around and getting in some more rest since his next class isn’t until 3. But he’s got the study guide now and he is (unfortunately) awake, so he starts toward the university still but figures he can reward himself for not going back home with a coffee from the shop just off campus. 

Though tired still, Luke walks briskly to the shop since he had only grabbed his cardigan that he leaves hanging by the door since he couldn’t be bothered to hunt around for his coat. Especially so because he’s pretty sure it may still be in the back of Michael’s car anyway. He doesn’t live too far from campus though so soon enough, he’s pushing against the door to enter the warm shop. 

He’s always loved this place. The exposed brick and odd collection of thrift store comfy chairs and tables make the shop look like a scene out of a TV show about college or something and Luke lives for any cheesy college experience he can get. He especially loves it there in the winter, when he knows he can step inside with a bright red nose and immediately be enveloped with a cinnamon scented warmth that the chain places could only ever dream of achieving. 

He steps to the counter and orders one of the seasonal lattes to have in a mug rather than a to go cup and after providing his name and paying the kind, blushing girl at the register, he turns to find a spot to cozy up in for the next few hours.

And that’s when he locks eyes with Ashton.

His hair is shorter and red now, like the color on a candy cane but deeper and it matches the blush currently spread across his cheeks. He’s at one of the bigger tables, surrounded by several textbooks and journals. His glasses sit on the edge of his nose, threatening to fall onto the pages in front of him. The dark sweater he has on is the kind that makes his hazel eyes appear a bit darker around the edges. 

Luke’s attention is briefly drawn away from him when he hears his name called from the counter and he jumps just slightly and before quickly turning to go get the mug, he swears he sees a smirk play at the edges of Ashton’s lips. 

He reaches the counter and thanks the barista and when he turns back, Ashton is standing right in front of him and it takes everything in Luke to not drop the mug of sugary coffee. His momentary observation about Ashton’s eyes is emphasized further now that they stand only a couple feet away from one another, the closest they’ve been physically in nearly 18 months.

“Would you like to join me at my table?” Ashton asks, the words coming out quick but with a tone of hesitation, as though his brain was fighting against his lips on whether or not to ask. 

Luke had imagined a moment almost exactly like this a million different ways. Only recently had he given up on the idea of ever running into him again, of being asked to join him for a meeting that would become another big, Hollywood produced moment in Luke’s memory. However, in every one of those fantasies that Luke had allowed to play out in his mind, he had failed to factor in what it would feel like to hear the forgotten voice of a lost love. He felt like he had been betrayed by his own memories because the voice he had been hearing as he tried to sleep wasn’t the exact tone or depth of what he had just heard again. 

After a moment, Luke releases the breath he hadn’t even realized he had been holding in as he speaks just one word. “Yes.”

He follows Ashton back to the table, letting his bag fall off his shoulder to gently land at the floor and sets his mug down a safe distance from the big, scary law textbooks Ashton has opened up on the table. He takes a seat but keeps his feet tucked below his chair, worried that any direct physical contact might cause a forest fire or something. “Are you already studying for the bar then?”

Ashton’s brows shoot up as he takes his place on the opposite side of the table. “Oh, um yes,” he nods quickly, a faint blush still painted on his cheeks. “I’m taking the exam at the beginning of June but I haven’t taken a look at some of this stuff in ages, you know?”

Luke nods slowly, remembering the times they would lie in bed together after Ashton had been accepted to their university’s law program and Luke would run his fingers up and down his back while listening to Ashton speak excitedly about far off exams and internships. He had told him all about it because Luke was supposed to be there, cheering him on while he read and interpreted case files. A lot had changed. 

He’s pulling his textbook out of his bag and setting it on the table while trying to think of more to say when Ashton speaks first. “Linear Algebra? Were you able to get into Henderson’s course? I know you always talked about him like he was a rock star during registration week.”

Luke’s throat feels dry and he’s wondering if this is all maybe actually a dream. Like maybe he’ll wake up in a few minutes to the alarm he thought he missed this morning and this is all just his subconscious playing a really cruel joke on him. “Yeah, our last lecture was meant to be this morning but he’s sick and,” Luke pauses for a moment and takes another deep breath and sip of his drink and realizes he cannot make small talk with someone who used to be his entire world. “Ashton, what’s going on?”

Ashton licks his lips before opening his mouth as though to respond but Luke cuts him off. “You dumped me with no warning at all because you were worried about making his law thing work and now you’re inviting me to sit with you while you study for the bar and my head is spinning.”

“I miss you.”

“Wha-”

“And I know that’s bullshit and I know it's been like a year and a half and I know that I saw you in the summer and I didn’t say anything and that was probably the worst thing I’ve ever done,” he speaks quickly, something like panic at the edge of his words. “I let my insecurity get the best of me. I convinced myself I wasn’t going to be good enough at this and that I would have to spend all my time working on all of this and that I wouldn’t have enough time left to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I was so scared of us turning into an afterthought in my mind.”

“So rather than talking to me you just ended it so we wouldn’t have to be a thought at all?” Luke scoffs. 

“I wanted to give you the world. I wanted you to be my world. Nothing less than that seemed worthy. And if I wasn’t going to be able to give that to you, I didn’t want to keep you from the possibility of finding someone who could.”

“Damn it, Ashton,” Luke shakes his head and checks around for people looking to make sure his volume is controlled. “All I wanted was you. Fuck, all I want is you.”

“Even now?” the red headed boy whispers, his eyes just a touch glossy. “Even after July?”

Luke feels a burning at his eyes and immediately blames the cold wind, despite being inside for nearly 15 minutes now. “July ripped my heart apart in a way that I had never felt before. And in a way, I think it was what I needed. Like, it had a sense of finality to it. And I’ve been doing better. But that doesn’t change the fact that I would turn the entire world upside down for you. For us.”

They’re both quiet for a few minutes after that. Luke takes a few more sips of his drink and watches the steam rise from the mug in between each one. Eventually he looks past the steam to where Ashton sits as he takes Luke in. Like he’s trying to see into his thoughts. Eventually he clears his throat and runs a hand through the red tousled curls.

“When I saw you in July, I didn’t say anything because I felt like nothing I could say to you would fix anything. That my trying to fix anything would be like trying to get the toothpaste back in the tube, ya know? But when I got home, I called my therapist and I just told her everything. I had never talked to her about us before because I was too scared of being judged. And when I told her that she told me it was pretty possible that the way I ended things was for the same reason. And so all semester I was trying to find a way to run into you again. And I guess the universe picked for that to happen today.”

“I just wanted to support you. Just wanted to love you,” Luke shakes his head, a sad smile pulling delicately at his cheeks.

“And I was so scared to let you.”

“Would you let me now?” Luke asks and hopes there’s less desperation in his voice than what he senses there to be. “Would you let me take care of you a bit? In the way you always did for me?”

Hesitantly, Ashton lifts his arm from where it’s been resting at this side and reaches a hand out over the papers taking up his half of the tablespace. “I’d love nothing more.”

Luke reaches a hand up and intertwines their fingers while his gaze stays locked with Ashton’s. He lets out a breathy giggle when Ashton moves to rub his thumb in small patterns on Luke’s palm, the blonde’s eyes dropping to where they rest. The hazel eyed boy smiles. “I know this conversation isn’t over and we really do have a lot of ground to cover. But I don’t ever want to go another day without making you laugh.”

Luke’s eyes widen, wondering if Ashton felt the weight of his words in the same way Luke did. But then he looks up from their hands to Ashton’s face again, only to find him nodding with understanding. Slowly, he lets his feet drop from where they’ve pulled below his chair and he feels his boots knock against Ashton’s. Neither make a move to change the position though. Luke bites his lip briefly in thought before replying. “I feel exactly the same.”

The rest of the morning and early afternoon are spent catching up in a way that should have felt strange, given that they were describing their day to day life to someone who they used to start and end every single one with. But it felt easy and it felt right and Ashton had been correct that they needed to sit down and talk through the hard stuff but there was always tomorrow (and every day after that). When it finally got to the time Luke needed to make his way over to the math department for his next class, Ashton offers to walk with him. As they continue conversation on their walk across the campus, Luke can’t help but notice how the whole scene feels like watching an old, beloved movie after not seeing it for a few years. Everything feels so familiar but there’s a new meaning to it, one that couldn’t be seen the first time around. 

When they reach the doors to the building, they stop just before the steps, their hands still tangled together between them. “Would you let me make you dinner tonight? I’ve got the stuff for that pasta thing you always liked and a bottle of red?” 

Luke smirks and lifts a brow, teasingly. “You drink red wine? Proper law student now, huh?” Ashton rolls his eyes but squeezes his palm against Luke’s. “But yes, that sounds nice. What’s the gate code?”

“Still the same.”

Luke lets out a laugh. “I’m sorry, you kept your gate code as your ex’s birthday?”

Ashton shrugs, a grin spreading across his own cheeks. “Listen, I knew I would never forget the code that way.”

Luke blushes, the whole day finally feeling real with that response because it was such an Ashton thing to do. Maybe they did still know each other. “I’ll see you later, Ash.”

“See you soon, Luke.”

They part ways then and Luke makes his way up the steps. He’s just about to reach for the door when something buried deep his mind tells him to turn around. And when he does, their eyes lock again and small matching smiles pull at their lips. And now Luke knows, he never has to worry about Ashton not looking back again.

*

[ahockeywrites]

Chapter 3 - Edmonton, Alberta

“Shut the fuck up!!!” Addison shouted into her pillows. Someone was calling her and the headache that a night of heavy drinking brings was pounding with every ring of her phone. The last thing she could remember was taking a tequila shot at the bar with Simone next to her, and somehow she had ended up in her bed. Addison was able to grab her phone and answer the Facetime call. “God Brady, give a girl a warning next time,” Addison groaned.

“Addie, I said I’ll call you in the morning,” Brady laughed. “How much of the night can you remember?”

“Up to about 11 I think?” she replied.

“So,” the boy started, “you don’t remember calling me at 5am, complaining that you saw a Flames game on?” At that, Addison hid her face in the pillows on her bed. “Now, I don’t need to know what happened between you and Matt, but clearly you need to sort your shit out.”

“Brady,” Addison complained as she elongated his name, “I know, I have a lot of shit to sort out. But first, this hangover needs to fuck off.”

“Addie, I’m gonna leave you to work off your hangover and let Simone know that we’re excited to see her in St Louis,” he added. Before Addison could ask how he knew about her roommate, he wished her a quick goodbye and hung up. Questions raced through Addison’s head, why did she call Brady last night? Why did she get so drunk last night? They all had the same root. Matthew Tkachuk.

The only thing Addison needed to get the thought of him out of her was coffee, Advil and a lot of water. She made her way to the kitchen to see Simone cooking up some eggs for the two of them. “You don’t need to explain yourself,” she spoke softly, “but you do need to eat something.” Simone pushed a plate of scrambled eggs and toast across the island to Addison. She thanked her best friend for the breakfast and started eating.

“Brady says he’s looking forward to seeing you over Christmas,” Addison prodded Simone, trying to find out how they had been in contact.

“Yeah, we were DMing each other on Insta last night,” Simone said as she started tapping her fingers on the countertop. Addison had seen this before, when she was nervous and interested in a guy. “He seems nice,” she nodded, taking a sip of the coffee she had made for herself.

“He is, he might be a little instigator like his brother, but he’s nice,” Addison said with a smile, remembering the good times she had at the Tkachuk house over that one summer. Simone was almost shocked, this was the first time she had ever heard Addison talk about any of the Tkachuk’s in a positive light. This was something she would have to relay to Brady as the two of them had been talking about trying to get them to at least get along.

bradytkachuk: please tell me Addie’s hangover isnt too bad

simone_squires: nah, she’s all good, just given her some breakfast. She did compliment you and Matthew though, so it looks like we’re going in the right direction?

bradytkachuk: this might be a bit odd, but Matt never uses his family tickets to games and the BOA is happening tomorrow night in Edmonton. I can try and ask him to leave them under your name at the box? bradytkachuk: I’m also gonna take the complement as a win for us here lol

simone_squires: i’m up for another hockey game, just make sure we’re not with the WAGs, bc we’re not WAGs ;)

bradytkachuk: you got it, i’ll text Matt now x

Simone let out a small sigh of shock at that final message that Brady sent, it could have been an accident right? There was no way that he meant to end it with an ‘x’, did he? However, she couldn’t focus on this too much as she had to finish preparing a presentation for work on Monday. “Ads, I’m gonna shower and get on with this presentation,” she said as she poked her head into Addison’s room, seeing her sitting on her bed watching something on Netflix.

“Yeah, sounds good, gimme half an hour and I’ll look a bit more alive,” Addison replied. Simone sent a small nod her way and went to her bathroom and spent the entire time in the shower thinking about how to bring up the tickets she had somehow scored from Brady.

Matthew didn’t check his phone throughout practice, on his way to the gym, at the gym or when he was making lunch. He felt his phone buzzing at regular intervals but refused to check it, he wanted to make sure he remained in the zone for the trip to Edmonton and the amount of notifications he was getting surely meant the media were preparing an onslaught directed at him. He didn’t need the Albertan media turning him into a villain once again, especially when all he wanted was to support his team through the hard times they had. His team mentality was always strong and he was known to get into fights to protect his team, he carried a target on his back, but this was for the benefit of the team. Everyone knew that he was in line for the captaincy when Gio retired, it was the obvious choice. He would do anything for his team, outside of the rules if needed.

Eventually, he caved in and checked his phone to some interesting notifications:

Brady Bro (2) Any chance you could drop off two tickets at the booth for your game @ edmonton? If you can, leave them under the name Simone Squires, thanks bro

Instagram simone_squires and 521 others followed you simone_squires sent you a DM

Flames 🔥🔥🔥🔥 (99+) Johnny G: Matt, Brady has been blowing up my phone, just check yours ffs

Tkachuk Squad (3) Brady: Matt, how useless are you at checking your phone Chantal: Brady, don’t be mean to your brother Chantal: Clearly he might be busy

Why was it so important for his brother to have tickets, under someone’s name he had never heard of? Why had this person now followed him on Instagram and sent him a message? Had Brady found someone he liked when he was last in Edmonton and was trying to get her into hockey? He wasn’t going to complain about leaving a few tickets for this girl, especially if she’d messaged him too. Matthew decided before replying to Brady, he would check this DM from ‘Simone’ and see what she said.

simone_squires: hey! pretty sure Brady asked if you could leave a few tickets for me for the game tomorrow? just checking that its all good with you

matthew_tkachuk: yeah, no worries. ill leave them for you, come to entrance 4 :) matthew_tkachuk: ill make sure they’re ice level for you too

Matthew let out a sigh he didn’t even know he was holding in. Clearly she was a nice girl if she was making sure that he was okay with leaving tickets for her. He knew he shouldn’t go through her Instagram, but he couldn’t resist. This Simone girl was very pretty, he thought to himself, Brady had done well getting to talk to her. He noticed a lot of photos taken recently in Edmonton and deduced that she must have moved there recently, but it was one photo, with a girl he hadn’t seen in years. Addison Silver.

[bucky-iss-bae]

The Morning After (Steve x Reader)

So... I’m finally posting a one shot on here. It’s probably terrible, but I tried, and I’ve not proofread it in ages bc I’m scared it’s terrible, but enjoy xoxo

Pairing: Steve x Reader 

Fandom: Marvel (MCU) 

Summary: Steve and Reader are a couple and this is the morning after one of Starks Parties. - Prompts: Did you sleep here on the bathroom floor?’ – ‘Drink this and don’t argue with me’ – Steve x reader

Warnings: A few bad words, maybe a little kissing, alcohol, fluffff 

Word Count: 1358 

A/N: So enjoy, please tell me what you think, I don’t know why I’ve longed the process out of finally posting something. I just feel nervous getting actual fics out there, but pls enjoy xoxo  Also Gif not Mine 

Masterlist  Fandom List 

Everyone knows whenever Tony hosts one of his parties someone always ends up blackout drunk, and let me say that often enough its either me, Sam or Clint who are the ones who have no recollection of the night before, a lot of the time it’s all three of us. And if we do have any idea on what happened, well I mainly know that there’s either a drinking competition with one of those two, there’s always the aim to see who can handle the most alcohol, and if we get bored of that, then there’s always the testing of whatever beverage Thor brings in from Asgard. We deserve to have some fun sometimes.

This time, this time was supposed to be different. Mainly because I promised that I wouldn’t get as drunk as I usually do. This time I was officially no longer single whilst getting blackout drunk, due to confessing my feelings the last time, it honestly worked wonders and apparently, I’m ballsy when I’m drunk. Just as ballsy as I am when I’m on the field. Well, that’s what Bucky says. I personally don’t see it nor do I see how different I am. But apparently there’s out on the field me, drunk me, and then there’s normal me. Nothing like the other two. And well I know that me being in a relationship shouldn’t affect me wanting to get drunk, I just, I wanted a cute evening with my man, walking around being the perfect honeymoon stage couple. Because that’s for sure what we are right now.

Considering I don’t remember anything from last night. Well, I clearly failed at everything I wanted to do. And considering I’m still wearing what I wore last night, and that on my left in the bathtub is Sam. I know that a lot happened last night.

I groaned and as soon as I did I felt so much pressure on my head. Fuck. This hurts so much.

I rolled onto my side trying to sit up. But that just caused me more pain and I fell back down my head resting on the cool porcelain tiles.

“Sam” I groaned, “Sam!”

I heard a grunt from the bathtub and some moving around, “What?”

“Get up! What happened last night?”

“Shh. I don’t know. Let me sleep”

“Look at where you’re sleeping” I grumbled.

“Ah fuck” He muttered.

I sighed and nodded, “Yeah. What happened?”

“I wish I knew. Pretty sure someone will kill me though”

“Same” I muttered.

A few seconds later I heard someone come in and stand in the doorway,

“Did you sleep here? On the bathroom floor?” Steve asked amusement clear in his voice.

“Ah fuck. This is that man that’s going to kill me” Sam whined from the bathtub.

“Nah, he’ll kill me first”

“Oh yeah, you made a promise. Shit” Sam laughed from the tub.

“You’re the one who made her break that promise, Sam. Come on both of you get up”

Steve helped me get up, he looked like he just got back from his run, I don’t know how after a night like last night.

“Did Sam bail on you?” I grumbled whilst leaning on him.

“Both of you bailed on me. You last night. Him this morning”

Steve helped Sam out the tub and led us both out of there. I was still wearing the dress from last night but I need coffee. I honestly don’t care what I look like.

“Coffee” I grumbled,

The three of us stumbled out of my bathroom, out of my bedroom and out towards the kitchen where everyone else was. Aside from Clint and Wanda, everyone was a little too loud.

“Well, well, well. Look who regrets all their drinking?” 

“What happened?” I asked sitting down on a stool,

“You and Sam lost against Clint and I. That’s all I’m saying both of you couldn’t walk by the end of it.”

I grimaced, “Who let me do this shit?”

“Sam did. He said that you should dumb Steve and join him to be drinking buddies”

“Wow. Ok, I didn’t say that shit alright. Who be lying about this?” Sam asked.

“So that being said, would you be ready to dump me to be drinking buddies huh?” Bucky asked shoving Sam’s shoulder,

I snorted, I could see the torment coming Sam’s way from Bucky.

“Hell, man. I’d dump you for letting me sleep in the tub last night. That shit be breaking my neck. Rather have the floor”

“I gladly would’ve swapped if I knew where the fuck I was. Who knew where we were?” I asked.

“Well, Steve found you before we went for a run. Told me before we left” Bucky said giving a side smirk to Steve. 

My jaw dropped and I looked at Steve who had a smirk on his face, “Don’t look at me like that. Now drink this and don’t argue with me” He said handing me water infused with something that was fizzing in the glass.

I grimaced, “If you want to kill me. Just tell me. Jesus”

He just rose his eyebrows and I groaned and Sam looked across at Bucky, “Why don’t you care about my hangovers”

“Your pain causes me joy. Especially when you bailed on the morning run after promising last night. And didn’t even sleep in our bed”

“Wow. You know, Steve you’re my boyfriend now. Y/N, that’s my drink now” Sam said taking it out of my hands and taking a gulp.

I watched as his face scrunched up in disgust, “Damn, Steve how much do you hate her to be giving her this shit. We need coffee, I know, a coffee competition. See who can drink more coffee” I grimaced at what Sam was saying,

“You dumb, let’s do it” I reached for the coffee ready to pour myself a mug but Steve grabbed it out of my hand,

“You need to stay hydrated. Both of you, and you need pain killers”

I groaned but took the water that Steve gave me. Honestly, I don’t know if I love or hate this part of him. Joking I love it.  

After a few more jokes, and well Wanda making fun of us when she was awake. I went to my room to shower and wash, and despite having pain killers my head still hurt.

Once I got out of the shower Steve was walking into my room his cute smile on his face and a coffee mug in his hands.

“Oh my god. You’re my favourite, is that coffee?”

He nodded, “How you feeling?”

I grimaced, “I feel so bad. I’m sorry I ruined last night. I mean I know it was ok, and I don’t remember when it wasn’t. I didn’t embarrass myself did I? Or you, I was so scared about embarrassing you”

“You didn’t embarrass me,” He said, “I had an amazing night. You looked beautiful. And I waited way too long to have you on my arm”

“Why are you so nice” I groaned, “Also I didn’t mean the shit I said this morning, I hadn’t had my coffee then,” I said raising my mug.

He grinned, “I know. Also, you should know, you didn’t let the alcohol or Sam lose you until it was just us here in the tower”

I sighed out in relief, “Did you enjoy putting me through that pain?”

He shrugged, “How about we spend the day doing nothing huh? You’ve been telling me all about the films I need to watch that are apparently ‘Iconic’”

“We’ll start with Mean Girls and I can use your chest as a pillow because these pecs give me life”

He blushed red a little at that but grinned, “You know I’m pretty sure we’ve seen Mean girls”

I groaned, “Legally Blonde?”

“That as well” He nodded, I knew this I just, these are iconic films lets be real.”

“Ok, there are two options then. 10 Things I hate about You. Or Clueless”

“We’ve not watched that one, Clueless. Let’s go with that”

I grinned at him and we both spent the day watching films, eating Thai, and honestly, I’m maybe a little happy I woke up on the bathroom floor this morning.

[fuctacles]

BakuKiriKami Week Day2

Day 2 - Hanging out / Fighting together / Bakusquad

A/N: I was supposed to have it posted earlier but I’m in a rly bad mood recently, so I don’t know if i’ll manage to do all the prompts :/ I started writing day 5 tho. Fun fact: Michael in the bathroom went on when I started writing this, thats why

Ship: Bakugou/Kaminari/Kirishima from BNHA, duh | Rating: T bc ‘fuck’ | Wordcount: 2310 because i love writing domestic scenes

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The Morning After

The bathroom tiles were cold under his bare feet. He wasn’t sure at which point had he lost his socks but lying in a bathtub seemed like a bigger concern anyway. His back was all sore from the hard surface and weird position he was in.

Near his feet, propped up against the bathroom wall, there was another pair of feet. He looked to the side trying to emerge from the foggy haze of his mind and maybe remember how he got there.

Next to him his buddy Sero was splayed in all the glory of his long, tangled limbs. Between them lied two empty cans of beer. He checked himself for any damage and when didn’t find any, braced himself intending to get up.

He stopped mid-movement when the doors to the bathroom opened. Something cracked unpleasantly  in his neck when he turned around in its direction.

‘Denki, idiot, I’ve been looking for you.’ Bakugou hissed, entering the bathroom. He was usually the one to drink the least but he kept his voice quiet and soft. Kaminari liked to believe it was because he was a caring friend even if he wouldn’t admit it himself. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah’ Kaminari nodded, his voice raspy and unpleasant. He tried clearing his throat. ‘Help me get out of here though?’ He asked but Bakugou was already near him intending to do so anyway. The empty cans clattered against the hard bathtub surface, making Sero stir in his sleep, when Bakugou lifted Kaminari with no effort and put him back on his feet, a supportive hand on the small of his back.

‘Can you open the doors for me?’ he asked softly in case Denki was more hangover than he looked. He wasn’t going to leave any losers in the bathtub so after making sure his boyfriend wasn’t going to kiss the bathroom floor anytime soon he grabbed Sero to haul him up.

Kaminari felt a sudden surge of affection towards his soft spoken, reluctantly caring man. He leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. ‘Sure babe.’

Bakugou grumbled something under his breath but when he was passing by Denki holding the doors for him, he leaned in for another one. Kaminari happily skipped behind him, following him to the living room.

Their couch was unfolded into a spacious bed where Kirishima was snoring with Mina drooling on his t-shirt. Kaminari snickered at the sight while Bakugou dropped Sero next to them with all the delicacy he could muster. Then he dropped a pillow on Kirishima’s face to muffle the snoring, and grabbed Kaminari’s hand to pull him into the kitchen.

He didn’t let go when he asked ‘Coffee?’ He didn’t let go when he was grabbing mugs from the cupboard or turning on the coffee machine. When he set it on and all there was to do was wait for the coffee, he pulled him in to nuzzle into his neck with a sigh. Kaminari winded his arms around him, rubbing circles onto his back. They both were in their clothes from the night before, tired and not caring about changing or cleaning up for now. It was soft and sleepy in their little kitchen, save for the sound of coffee dripping into a pot.

‘Whaddya want for breakfast?’ Katsuki murmured into his skin, tickling his neck. Kaminari hummed in thought.

‘Fries.’

‘It’s not breakfast.’ Bakugou snapped back. Kaminari pouted although he couldn’t see it.

‘Pancakes?’                                                                                      

‘Do we even have any maple syrup left?’

‘If Kiri haven’t drank it.’ They both chuckled.

Katsuki pulled back to kiss him despite his protest. He was quick to melt into the kiss which made Katsuki smile into his mouth. They kissed lazily for a while, until the coffee machine signaled the coffee was ready. Then they pulled away with a quiet smack. Kaminari licked his lips, the motion followed by Katsuki’s gaze.

‘I need coffee’ he explained somewhat apologetic, before giving him a last quick peck and untangling from his embrace.

But Bakugou wasn’t having it. With a soft growl he pulled him back by his hips and planted one last slow kiss on his lips. Kaminari chuckled into it. He liked when Katsuki was getting reluctantly affectionate. Especially in the mornings.

Bakugou started making pancakes while Kaminari poured them both coffee. Black and sugary for Katsuki and with cream for himself. He leaned on the counter watching his boyfriend work on their breakfast knowing that if he sits down he may risk dozing off again.

The smell of caffeine slipped from beneath the kitchen doors, emerging further into their apartment, into the living room and around their friends sleeping there. Coffee was a magical thing that always managed to make their redhead boyfriend get up when they couldn’t. This time was no different; when the door opened they revealed a sleepy Kirishima whose face immediately lit up at the sight of his boyfriends. He quietly closed the door behind him, eyeing hungrily the mug in Kaminari’s hand.

‘Hi’ he murmured to him, immediately latching onto his mouth and making Kaminari let out a stifled groan. He held the mug further away so he wouldn’t spill it on them, while his other hand rested on his boyfriend’s hip. Then in a blink of an eye Kirishima was gone and so was his coffee, now clutched between redhead’s greedy hands and being hungrily gulped down.

‘Hey!’ he yelped but Kirishima hid himself on the other side of the table so he couldn’t reach and smiled at him teasingly from there. His soaked in drool t-shirt was gone, leaving his admirable pecs on display. His hair was in utter disarray, sticking up here, flat over there. Kaminari wanted him back between his arms.

‘You two behave, I don’t want them awake before I have enough pancakes for everyone.’ Bakugou growled from his place at the stove. Kirishima took it as his cue to give him some attention. He put the coffee on the table, from where Kaminari snatched it away immediately, and approached his other boyfriend from behind.

‘Good mornin', Blasty’ he murmured into the nape of his neck, looping his strong arms around his stomach, smelling him and the first batch of pancakes he was working on.

‘Mornin’’ He tore a piece of one of them and reached to his shoulder, where Kirishima was quick to catch it. Bakugou leaned into his chest.

‘So good.’ Eijirou sighed, peppering his neck and visible shoulder with little kisses. To his right Kaminari made himself another coffee. Kirishima’s coffee preference was drinking theirs so it was no use to make him his own. When Bakugou reluctantly nudged him out of the way, redhead grabbed his grenade mug to sip a bit of his black coffee. Then he stretched with a sigh, both of his boyfriend’s eyes on him, and announced he needs to shower. ‘Anyone?’ he looked at them playfully. Kaminari slapped him on the hip.

‘We have guests dum-dum.’

‘I’m just joking’ he giggled jumping out of his reach and left the kitchen. Kaminari proceeded to prepare the table and Bakugou kept adding to his pancake tower.

Their banter didn’t go unnoticed as soon after he left Mina entered the kitchen with a yawn and a soft ‘Hello’, Sero tailing after her with pained expression.

‘I smell coffee’ she commented, sniffing the air and eyeing the mug in Kaminari’s hand, who brought it closer to his chest protectively and then moved aside revealing the still half full coffee pot behind him. She cheered and raided the cupboard to find herself a mug.

Meanwhile Sero slumped on a chair almost putting his head in one of the plates. ‘Do you guys have yerba?’

‘Yeah, I’ll make you some just get your damn hair out of my plate.’ Katsuki appeared above him, swatting his head away from the table. He put down a plate full of pancakes. ‘Eat up fuckers and get outta my house.’

‘Me too?’ Kaminari quirked his eyebrow while Mina sat down with her coffee and grabbed a plate to load it with pancakes.

‘It’s your house too, moron.’

‘We’re not going anywhere.’ Mina piped up after swallowing a bite of syrup covered pancakes. (Turned out Kirishima drank only half of the bottle.) ‘We gotta burn the pancake calories in the Just Dance dance off.’

‘Just don’t eat the pancakes you ungrateful fuck.’ Bakugou growled, putting a yerba mate gourd in front of Sero. He thanked him, and took a long sip.

‘Katsuki, your pancakes are too good, we both know this.’ Ashido pointed an accusatory fork at him.

‘It’s just a ploy to make you fat and slow you down.’ Bakugou shrugged.

‘Just take the fucking compliment, dude!’

‘Well, thank you for being so easy to please!’

‘Ugh!’ She threw her hands in the air, while the other two listening to them snickered. Kaminari finally sat down between his friends. That’s when Kirishima decided to join them, hair damp, sweatpants and a tank top thrown on.

‘Did I miss something?’ He asked, settling on the last vacant seat.

‘Just alien face not wanting to admit she wants to crush us in her stupid game.’

‘Babe. Like you’re one to talk.’

‘You sound like you don’t want to eat.’ Bakugou looked at him threateningly. Kirishima put up his hands in defeat then motioned to zip his lips shut.

When Sero was halfway through his yerba he mused out loud. ‘We can’t just go jumping right after breakfast.’

‘What do u suggest?’ Kaminari piped up, hopeful. He wasn’t looking forward to it neither. Especially that Bakugou was getting too intense every time they played Just Dance with Mina. Kaminari was quite good at it himself, while Bakugou always got frustrated he couldn’t beat the game through sheer willpower itself.

‘We could watch a movie?’

Everyone at the table groaned. From their movie watching experience they knew it took at least half an hour to settle on a movie everyone would want to watch.

Bakugou turned off the stove, put the last pancakes on the plate, and motioned Kirishima to make room on his lap.

‘We can just roll a fucking dice, you know.’ He suggested, starting on Kirishima’s half eaten pancake while the redhead leaned on his back, arms around his middle.

‘That’s… actually a good idea?’ Kaminari grinned from in front of them, nudging one of his boyfriend’s legs with his foot. He didn’t know which one. ‘Lemme go grab a dice.’ He announced and left the kitchen to go rummage through their board game boxes.

‘Since when are you such a good mediator, Baku?’ Sero tilted his head, his hair now pulled back in a short ponytail with a hair band borrowed from Kirishima.

‘Since I started dating two dumbasses I guess.’ Bakugou shrugged, feeding Kirishima his own pancake above his arm. It didn’t look comfortable, but it worked.

‘Got it!’ Kaminari came back victorious with a yellow dice.

They took their turns rolling, Sero groaning when he got a one while everyone else let out a sigh of relief. Last time he choose a movie they ended up watching some foreign indie horror about creepy bunny Jesus. Kirishima rolled a five and when nobody beat it he whooped in victory.

‘So, what are we watching?’ Nudged him Mina. Nobody really minded his victory, because Kirishima’s movie taste was more or less like him. Loveable by everyone. He hummed in thought.

‘Uh, would you rather watch a gay movie or an old British comedy?’

‘That’s a tough one.’ Bakugou rolled his eyes.

‘The British one.’

‘Everyone who is against Sero’s choice hand up.’

Kirishima raised Bakugou’s hand for good measure, even though the gay movie would win anyway.

‘Alex Strangelove it is!’ Kirishima cheered. ‘Last time I tried to watch it somebody kept distracting me.’ He narrowed his eyes at said someone. Kaminari shrugged with an innocent smile.

‘Sorry I’m so distracting honey.’

‘Guys don’t be gross.’ Mina made a face of disgust, badly hiding her fond smile.

‘You’re gross.’ Bakugou retorted stuffing his face with pancakes.

‘Yes, yes, now let me go I’m gonna turn on Netflix, maybe check for some chips.’ Kirishima patted his boyfriend’s hips but he didn’t budge.

‘No. You’re comfy.’

‘You can sit on my lap?’ Kaminari offered.

‘You’re bony, no thanks.’ Bakugou squinted at the idea.

‘…I can sit on your lap?’ He tried again. Bakugou was silent for a couple of seconds. Sero was biting back a laugh.

‘You can go, Ei.’

Eijirou laughed, pecking him on the cheek and letting him go. Then he grabbed one of the few pancakes left and went to the living room, from where they heard the signature Netflix sound. Meanwhile Kaminari skipped around the table to settle on Bakugou’s lap with a sigh, leaning onto his broad chest. Bakugou let him for a while, and then nudged him on the side.

‘Turn around I want to eat.’

Kaminari did as he was told, looping his arm around his boyfriend’s neck and leaning on his shoulder, so he could finish his breakfast. He motioned Ashido to hand him his mug and he sipped the remaining coffee.

Ashido and Sero gathered the dishes and started cleaning them up together, Kaminari navigating them through the drawers and cupboards when they didn’t know where to find something or where to put something back. Then Sero found some popcorn and went on to prepare a big bowl of it.

‘Are we watching on the couch or on the floor?’ Kirishima yelled from the living room. The four looked at each other.

‘Floor.’

‘Floor.’

‘Yeah.’

‘I’m taking the couch, fuck you.’

‘You’ll miss on the cuddles, you know.’ Reminded him Kaminari, pinching Katsuki’s cheek. Mina took their empty dishes to finish cleaning up. Bakugou growled, looping his arms around him.

‘Fine.’

‘Floor!’ Kaminari yelled back.

[sebbystanimagines]

Prompt: Bestfriend!Seb and (y/n) waking up in bed after a night out. Nothing happend but they cuddle all morning and when they meet the ‘squad’ later that day Seb gets jealous bc chris hits on (y/n) (or something like that). Your writing is amazing!!! X Word Count: 1799 Warnings: Smut, seriously. Little bit of angst, jealously, hangovers. A/N: I swear, this just started out as a jealous fic and it turned into smut and I just can’t help myself ok?

It wasn’t unusual to wake up in Sebastian’s bed, or for him to wake up in yours, especially since you guys had started playing drinking games late into the night. The first couple of times it was awkward, you’d known nothing had happened between you but trying to wriggle out of his vice-like-grip and away from his morningwood had been even worse.

Now though it was just something you were used to, and something you didn’t want to end. Your feelings for Seb had grown the closer you’d gotten but it was something you hadn’t said out loud to anyone, not even yourself. Everyone else would lose their minds if they knew and it wasn’t a risk you were willing to take.

“Time to get up sleepyhead.” Shoving one of his broad shoulders Sebastian groaned. “We promised to meet everyone for lunch and it’s already 11, they probably think we’re dead.”

“I wish I was dead, this hangover might kill me.”

Eventually he’d stumbled to his own room to shower and probably throw up while you did the same, you’d gone a lot harder last night than intended.

Throwing on whatever clothes felt comfiest to you and putting on some makeup you made your way to the hotel dining room finding the rest of the group already there nursing their own hangovers. “Damnit,” Anthony said as you pulled a chair out. “How can you look that good hungover? It’s not possible!”

Chris poured you a glass of orange juice and handed over a menu. “She’s gorgeous all the time Mackie.”

The rest of the table oohed at Chris but you just ignored it, there were more important things to worry about like how much a plate of hashbrowns would cost. “What’d I miss?” Seb’s hair was still wet from his shower but you could see he still felt terrible.

“Just finding out that Y/N is the apple of Chris’ eye.”

“What does that even mean?” His voice was short and you looked over to Sebastian trying to find out what was the matter.

“He called me pretty, they’re exaggerating.”

Scarlett sipped her coffee. “No, he called you gorgeous. There’s a difference.”

You tried to say there wasn’t, almost arguing through your order, but the rest of the table was in agreement. All the while Chris sat to your left with a small smirk while Sebastian sulked over on your right but with someone between the two of you it wasn’t the time to ask what was wrong.

After lunch wasn’t the time either apparently because once the checks were paid Seb ran off mumbling something about needing a nap.

Stepping into the elevator you decided to go see if Seb was alright, but Chris raced in through the doors before they closed. “Listen, Y/N, I was thinking that maybe we could go to dinner together some time. Just the two of us.”

“You’re asking me on a date?” He nodded and your heart sank. You knew Chris was a good guy, and according his past girlfriends, a wonderful guy to date. But you just didn’t see him that way. “It’s so cliche to say, and I’m sorry I just see you as a friend. I really don’t want this to come between us or anything and I feel terrible about it.”

Your explanation seemed to work because instead he blushed and smiled. “No worries, I kinda figured you had a thing for someone else. Thought I’d try anyway.”

He promised this wasn’t going to change anything and said goodbye but you still had a sinking feeling in your gut. Turning towards Seb’s door you found it already open and the man in question leaning against the door frame. “I wanted to check on you, seemed like something was bothering you.”

“So there is someone?”

You cocked your head to the side. “What?”

“Chris said you were into someone else, and you didn’t deny it.” There wouldn’t have been an easy way to deny something like that, not a truthful way at least. “So, who is it?”

Pushing past him you sat on the couch and waited for him to walk over. “It’s not like I’ve been hiding it or anything, I kind of thought I was throwing myself at you.”

His eyes widened and you could tell that Seb had absolutely no idea. “Wait, what?”

“You’re an idiot.”

Without a beat Sebastian was kissing you, his hands on either side of your face and a tension in his body that told you he was still unsure of what he was doing. He pulled back far enough to look at you and see that you didn’t regret any of it. Your eyes were still closed and your lips parted just enough, he was done for.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him onto the couch with you letting his body cover yours, his arms boxing you in and making sure he didn’t crush you. The kisses were sloppy and hurried, like both of you wanted as many as possible, and it wasn’t long until you felt his cool fingertips run along your hip. “Seb…”

His hand tightened on your hipbone now and you knew he was trying to contain himself. “We don’t have to-”

“Do you think I would’ve pulled you right on top of me if I wasn’t ready to do this?” To make a point you slid your hand up his shirt feeling the ripples of his muscles flex at your touch. “I want this Sebastian.”

It was all he needed to hear. Pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere on the floor he reached down and pushed a hand up your shirt exposing the skin of your stomach. You could feel how hard he was through both pairs of jeans and whimpered at the thought of this finally happening.

Moving into a sitting position you tore off your own shirt before Sebastian picked you up effortlessly and moved towards the bedroom. Once the door was closed he set you back on your feet reaching around to unhook your bra. But you stopped him. Pushing his body towards the wall you popped the button on his jeans and hooked your thumbs in the waistband before pulling them down his legs slowly. His head was thrown back against the wall with the motion, his eyes closed to keep composure.

With his jeans pooled at his ankles you stood again licking up his abs as you did so and once you were up he was pulling his feet free and turning the tables. Pushing your front against the cool wall you couldn’t see what he was doing, but you felt one hand cover your own on the door frame while the other snaked around to undo your own pants button.

You were shivering now, both with the chill of the wall and the anticipation of what was about to happen. With how slowly you’d undressed him you were sure Sebastian was only going to repay the favor, and you weren’t disappointed. His hands slid down your body and into your jeans pulling them down the curve of your ass and stopping at your thighs.

“I always thought you had the perfect ass,” grabbing it you knew there would be a mark but you didn’t even care. “Now I know you do.”

His body was flush against yours now as Sebastian left hot kisses along your neck, the scratch of his beard giving you an odd sensation along with it. “Seb, please.”

There it was again, the tense muscles. “If you keep saying my name like that we’re not even going to make it to the bed.”

“Better hurry up and get me there then.” You felt his erection twitch against you and bent to pull your jeans the rest of the way off only to have Seb’s arms wrap around your middle and lift you into the air pulling the fabric off as he went.

Throwing you onto the bed Sebastian crawled over top of you and began kissing down your collarbone, when you reached out to touch him though you found both your hands being held above your head by one of his as the other trailed lightly down your body.

Your panties were soaked and he growled as his hand moved over the fabric. “Shit,” the vibration of his voice in the crook of your neck made you want to moan. “You’re so wet right now.”

Before you could respond the lace of your panties was ripped away finally exposing your core. Sebastian moved his fingers to your pussy and found your clit with ease, the bundle of nerves already sensitive from the foreplay that you couldn’t hold back the moan this time.

“Tell me what you want.” His lips were right next to your ear, his hot breath against your neck just another thing to drive you wild. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I need you inside of me, please.” The last word came out like a whimper, you were begging him to stop teasing at this point. “Seb,”

Pushing his fingers inside of you Sebastian groaned. “You’re so fucking tight. Christ, I don’t know if I”m gonna last-”

His fingers were moving inside you agonizingly slow, you needed more. “Please, I’m so close, Seb.” Moving your hips against his hand you found the friction you needed only to have him take it away. “Please,”

He started moving them faster pumping in and out of you hitting just the right spot every time. His thumb kept pressure on your clit and within seconds you were pushed over the edge crying out with pleasure.

There was movement at the end of the bed and as you opened your eyes you found Seb pulling his boxers off, his cock hard. And it was all for you. Seb rested his forehead against yours giving both of you a minute to adjust, but when you grabbed onto his arms it was like he couldn’t stop. Each snap of his hips sent a jolt of electricity through your body, the way he grabbed your leg set fire to your skin. And the way his lips covered yours as he rode out his orgasm had you gasping for air.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Seb had gone to the bathroom and come back with a warm washcloth to help you clean up. “I don’t know how I stopped myself all those times we slept together.”

Crawling under the covers with you now he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and brought you to his chest. “Well now you don’t have to.” He gave a laugh and looked over at you. “And all because you were jealous of Chris.”

“I was not!”

[eatgraypes]

I Won’t Tell

Character/Person : Eliza Schuyler

Pairing : Eliza Schuyler x Reader

Time : Modern

Reader's Gender : Female

Side Note : i made it modern bc back in hamiltime women were always wearing dresses so it wouldnt make sense if eliza has never seen you dressed up before

Warnings : READER SIDE BOOB, slight mentions of sex, I don’t ever proofread my shit so

Possibility Of Having Another Part : idk

Genre : Fluff

Request : Hii! Can I request an eliza x reader fic? If so... prompt : The reader and eliza are bestfriends (eliza secretly daydreams for more). One day while getting ready for a ball. The reader asks eliza for help with her dress. Eliza has never seen the love of her life dressed up before. The moment that the she sees the reader she gets very red and shaky and just loses her cool because woah! I'll give you creative freedom with the rest. Make it fluffy with a happy ending please. Thanks.

Word Count : 3488

Summary : Invited to a ball, you have Eliza come over to help get ready and she falls apart at seeing you in a gown. All it took was some alcohol to get her to spill.

You slid your arms around Eliza's waist, pulling her dangerously close to your frame. Her gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, subconsciously leaning into you, desperately wanting more. You chuckled lowly and tightened your hold on her, sure to leave bruises. At the time, Eliza didn’t mind; she’s been dreaming about this for months. You laugh. She could feel your hot breath fanning on her lips. She leaned in closer, the desire of feeling your lips on hers was driving her crazy. She wanted to know how soft your lips were, how they felt moving against hers.

“Eliza,” you whisper. She doesn’t even attempt to look at your eyes, keeping her eyes focused on your plump lips.

“Yes?” She pushes forward, the tip of her nose touching your and her head tilting.

“Do you want pineapple on the pizza?” The question took her aback. Her brows shot up and she pulled away slightly, getting a full look of your own confused expression.

“I said, do you want pineapple on the pizza?” You repeated slower than the last time.

She blinked twice and that’s when she realized she was seated on your couch, staring blankly and holding onto one of your pillows like her life depended on it.

Her eyes danced around the room until it landed on you, propped up against your marble island in the kitchen, phone in hand and eyes boring into Eliza, awaiting for her answer.

“Oh!” Eliza straightened her posture, fixing her ponytail.

“Uh, no pineapple, please.” She manages.

You smile and scoff, “I think we’re beyond saying ‘please’ to each other, Liz.” You rotated in your chair, hopping off and scrambling over to the couch where Eliza sat, flustered from her daydream.

“What’s wrong? You’re all red. Ooh, you thinkin’ ‘bout that one guy I hooked you up with?” You grinned and crossed your legs, reaching over the coffee table to grab the remote, exposing a bit side boob from your very large tanktop. Eliza blushed, whipping her head in the other direction and fidgeting with the pillow trapped in her lean arms.

“No, no, one night stands aren’t my thing.” She stuttered, chewing on her bottom lip.

You glanced up from the remote and at Eliza, an eyebrow raised at her sudden embarrassed tone. “Oh? Then what’re you so flustered for? The pizza?” You snorted.

She returned her gaze to you, blush only growing even more at the sight of you, messy hair pulled back into a high ponytail and lips tinted from lipstick you hadn’t washed off properly. You could be in a banana suit and Eliza would be like “damn, that’s hot.”

You cocked your head, “oh, now you’re getting me invested. Who is it?” You leaned into the palm of your hand, teasingly smiling at your best friend who thrashed around on the edge of your couch, turning her head in all directions, denying anything you suggested.

“It’s not a guy,” she clarifies, scurrying further into the comfort of your couch.

If possible, your smile grew wider. “Never said it was, doll.” 

Eliza grew lightheaded. She didn’t know what to focus on, the new nickname that made her swoon or the fact that you was asking about her crush and she had to come up with an excuse; quick.

“Eliza,” you drawled, playing with the drawstrings of your hoodie.

“It’s nothing.” She whispers in response, staring down at her lap.

You rolled your eyes, not believing Eliza’s answer. “Maria?”

Her eyes darted over to your form, confused she spoke up, “what?”

You pressed the call button for the pizza place Angelica suggested to you a few days ago. “You know, is it Maria?” Eliza’s expression didn’t change, still showing how confused she was. “Being the one that you’re thinking about, I mean.”

Eliza shook her head softly and you threw your head back into the cushions. “I know a lovestruck face when I see one- Oh, hey! Can I order one large pizza and a small, both without pineapple.”

Your voice became white noise to Eliza as she replayed your words in her head, over and over.

I know a lovestruck face when I see one.

If you can tell if someone’s in love, why can’t you tell when someone’s in love with you? Is what Eliza wanted to say as she eyed you, on the phone, discussing a pizza order over the phone. Why couldn’t you figure it out? Better yet, why couldn’t she just tell you?

“Cool! Thanks, man.” You say, ending the call with the pizza parlor, noting to thank Angelica later for the pizza recommendation.

This is going great, Eliza thought. Now that you guys were getting some alone time, with food, Eliza was going to be given an opportunity to tell you how she felt. 

“By the way, I invited the girls.”

Eliza furrowed her eyebrows, clearly upset at having her alone time with you crashed. But you took it as a look of confusion and piped up, “oh, the girls as in Maria, Pegs, Angelica, and Theodosia.”

Eliza’s shoulders slumped, but she was quick to mask her displeasure with a smile and a breathy laugh. “Can’t wait.”

“Oh honey,” Theodosia cooed, patting at your back as you drunkenly spilled about your ex boyfriend, Charles Lee.

Eliza held your hand in hers, quietly comforting you as you sobbed and ranted.

Eliza was the only sober one.

In fact, everyone was.

Until Peggy showed up with a cart of brown bags nursing champagne and a pound of snacks.

That is exactly how you ended up crying your heart out and tugging at Eliza’s hand, which she would’ve found very romantic if you weren’t a snotty mess. But she somehow sTILL FOUND YOU CUTE.

“Do you think she’ll be fine for the ball tomorrow?” Maria asks Angelica, who held a bucket underneath your chin and grasped your hair, holding it up just in case you were in need of it.

Angelica smiled reassuringly, “Y/N will be fine. Her hangover in the morning will be bad but she bounces back pretty quickly,” she says before turning her head to look at Eliza, “just make sure she takes something and gets to sleep, and water.”

Eliza nodded, already knowing the routine as she’s done this many times for you before. Back from when you got seriously drunk at Alex’s birthday party and challenged John to a handstand contest, or when you got so drunk at Theodosia’s baby shower that you stripped down and gave Eliza a lap dance, which you didn’t remember and remains a secret between every party guest and Eliza.

“Did you just bring drinks to get Y/N wasted?” Maria complained, trying to keep from you doing sudden jerky, rapid movements.

“What! No! I didn’t know she would drink it all herself!” Peggy countered, crossing her arms and huffing.

Eliza sighed and reached forward to grab one of your arms and throw it over her shoulder, “you say that every time. I’m gonna go put her to sleep,” she excused herself, helping you walk up the stairs and into your room. 

You stumbled, knocking your feet against the steps and banging your head against the wall multiple times.

“Eliza,” you whispered loudly. She couldn’t help but smile, side-eyeing you. “Yes?”

You hummed, toothily smiling and resting your head on her shoulder.

“I love you,” you slur.

Eliza can’t stop the slight blush that crawls up her neck, even if you meant it platonically. “I love you too.”

Eliza dragged you over to your bed and set you down. She walked to the foot of your bed and lifted your legs that hung from your mattress, dangling out in the air at the edge and back onto your bed. Taking your blanket in her hands, she pulled it up to your chest, tucking you in and hesitating when coming to face you.

She leaned forward, lips aimed for your forehead, but she stopped, eyeing your peaceful face and dozing body. Standing straightly, she left your bed and disregarded the kiss she planned to plant on you, a friendly goodnight kiss, she’d call it.

“Good night,” she whispered, heading downstairs to get back to the others and keep them company.

Eliza rubbed at her eyes and yawned, staring blankly at her phone, waiting for her older sister to reply to her text message. Due to the long wait, her thoughts seemed to wander, painting a fantasy of you in a quick second. Before she could really process what was happening, you stood in front of her in the gown you both picked out for the event tonight. Spinning her in your arms and dipping her low, you pressed a chaste kiss on the ball of her nose. Eliza giggled but stopped when you dipped her dangerously low, sliding her hands from your shoulders to the frills that sat on your chest.

Gripping it tightly in fear, she pressed a heel against the floor, trying to regain balance and just in case you let go. You bit back a laugh, grinning down at Eliza.

You shifted closer to the point where you could feel your own breath fanning on your face, bouncing off of Eliza’s. “Would I drop you, doll?”

Eliza’s heart skipped a beat, albeit knowing that this was just a daydream.

Eliza smiled and leaned into the comfort of her palm, completely disregarding the chiming to signify that she had a new text message, too lost in her own thoughts.

Your body pressed against Eliza’s, and yet she desperately wanted to feel more. She held you tighter and lifted her head, tilting it in the process to allow her lips to gravitate towards yours. Before Eliza’s lips could meet yours, you halted, whispering against Eliza’s lips, “doll,” you started, sensually.

“Yeah?” Eliza breathed, unable to remove her gaze from your mouth, finding herself in the same fantasy as before.

“You made me breakfast?”

Eliza groaned, knowing her fantasy was cut short the exact same way as before, and turned in her seat to glare at whoever interrupted her, stopping short at the subject of said fantasies. You looked taken aback, chuckling, “wow, okay. What’s the mean look for, doll?”

There it goes. That damn nickname.

Eliza nervously laughed and slid off of her seat, standing up straightly and outstretched an arm, gesturing to the two plates of food on your counter.

You approached Eliza, eyes glancing from her to the plates of food, noting that she didn’t eat her plate and probably had to wait a few hours to eat.

“You didn’t have to wait for me, y’know.” You said, rubbing at your temples in attempt to soothe your headache.

“And you shouldn’t have gotten severely drunk.” Eliza teased, holding up a fork for you to take.

You snatched the fork from her, playfully sticking your tongue out at her, “whatever, mom.”

After breakfast, Eliza rode back to her house for her gown and any makeup she had lying around in her bathroom. You, on the other hand, crashed on your couch to watch T.V and wait for Eliza to come back and help you squeeze into a corset, cause God knows you can’t do it yourself.

“Why aren’t you getting ready?” Eliza managed to say, struggling as her arms were full with bags and a baby blue gown. You lazily bent to look at Eliza over your shoulder, guiltily smiling like a child who was just caught sneaking cookies from a jar.

“It’s not fun stripping down unless you’re here with me,” you inquired, crossing your arms in front of you and resting your chin on the back of your hands.

Eliza bit her tongue, staring down at her feet as she awkwardly shuffled towards your kitchen, doing her best to hide the flustered expression hidden by her hair. Her heart was beating faster than usual, she could practically hear it thumping in her ears, and she was sure you could too.

“Oh,” she said with a cracked voice. You grinned wider and peeled an, unusually soft, blanket off of your body, deciding to help Eliza with her bags.

By the time Eliza finished getting ready, you were trying to squeeze your head into your dress, trying not to smudge the makeup you worked hard on; twice.

Your hangover just subsided after you managed to put on your corset, puking out whatever was left from the breakfast Eliza made you, meaning you had to redo your makeup. Which also meant that Eliza was ahead of you, and probably already finished.

“Uh, Liz?” Your voice quivered, struggling to reach around and tie up your dress from the back.

It was a beat, but she walked up to your room with heels in hand, eyes widening as she spotted you in a tight fitted y/f/c dress.

“Oh,” she stuttered. You turned at the sound of her voice and smiled, red lipstick bearing your lips that Eliza couldn’t stop staring at.

“Can you help me tie it?” You asked, turning back around to show Eliza the knot of string you created in your own attempt of lacing up your dress.

Eliza swallowed the lump in her throat and sauntered over to you, shakily placing the pair of heels in her hand down to work at the knot. She clenched her jaw and let out a nervous chuckle, eyes darting everywhere but your backside.

“Doll, it’s a dress, not a bomb. No need to be nervous,” you quipped with a laugh, peeking over your shoulder and reaching to grab onto one of Eliza’s hands.

If Eliza wasn’t dying, she was now.

Sure, you’ve called her Doll many times before and held her hand. Hell, you did last night while you were sobbing and ranting to the others, but something about this felt different.

Maybe it was the dress?

The bright red lipstick?

Your hair was done?

“Doll,” you asked.

Eliza’s eyes darted up to meet worried ones, “you okay? I can do it myself if..” you trailed off.

Eliza shook her head rapidly, not wanting some wish of hers to get in the way of your friendship, something she much preferred than having to live without you at all.

“No, no I’m fine,” she offered, plastering on the best smile she could. You returned the gesture and turned back around.

Eliza released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, nervously fidgeting with the strings that held up your dress.

You walked in, arm in arm with Eliza, who offered to bring Alexander and Lafayette along as your dates, though you quickly shot the idea down and suggested that the two of you go together, as ‘friend-dates,’ unknowingly causing Eliza’s hope of you liking her back to shrink largely.

You squeezed her arm tighter and smiled brightly when greeted by friends that danced around the ballroom with their own dates.

“You made it!” Peggy squealed, dancing over with Maria and Theodosia in tow. Theo laughed and lazily threw an arm around Maria, “how was the hangover?” She smirked playfully.

You rolled your eyes and tutted your head in Eliza’s direction, tilting your head to lay on her shoulder, earning a blush from her. “It was great. I puked my heart out while Eliza held up my hair, definitely an experience.”

The girls laughed as you removed yourself from Eliza’s arm to pull them all on the dance floor, not spending a second to settle down and get a few drinks, flirt, or try some of the food, much to Peggy’s dismay.

“As much as I’d love to stay girls, someone’s been eyeing me all night.” Theo pried herself away from you to sneak a peek at a tall bald man quietly drinking with Thomas and James. Maria whistled, lightly pushing Theo in the direction of Aaron.

Eliza smiled gently, which was a contrast compared to you, Peggy, and Maria, who catcalled and whistled loudly.

It was pretty quiet for a while, watching Theo walk off to go find her husband when Peggy broke it, grabbing onto Maria harshly.

“We’re getting a drink, you guys coming?”

You turned to look at her, then glancing over at Eliza who nodded after a bit of hesitation. You beamed, rolling your head over to turn back to Peggy and Maria.

“Great, let’s get wasted.”

Peggy was wasted, probably blackout drunk.

Maria was.. Somewhere, off flirting with whoever she could find.

Theo left a while ago with Aaron in a rushed manner.

Eliza was a bit tipsy, not too much though.

You apparently hadn’t learned your less from last night and ended up being highly tipsy. Not drunk enough to just pass out or violently throw up, but just enough alcohol in your system to get you up and going. On the dance floor.

You clumsily hopped off the bar stool and spun around, grabbing onto Eliza’s wrists and rushing over to the center of the room, doing your best not to trip over your own gown.

“Y/N, I can’t dance.”

You scoffed, “I can’t either,” you paused to lean in in a secretive matter, “just pretend.”

Taking her hands and placing it on your shoulders, because you know damn well she wasn’t risque enough to place them on your waist, you placed yours on her small hips. Slow, loud music filled the air. Couples and non-couples around you danced slowly, in the same position both you and Eliza were in. You snickered, “cheesy.”

Eliza nodded, sucking in her bottom lip.

You sent her a worried look at how quiet she’s been. Desperate to lighten the mood, you bent down and tried to keep a straight face, “I s’ppose this is where we kiss?”

Eliza’s head shot up, alarmed, and she blinked multiple times in an attempt to register what you had just said.

You chuckled, “I was kidding. You have your eyes set on Maria.”

Eliza groaned, “I don’t like Maria. I already told you this.”

Raising an eyebrow, you eyed her, “well, since I got you to talk, who is it?”

Eliza removed her eyes from you and looked around for some sort of escape or excuse, you rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Uh..”

“C’mon, might as well tell me. Promise I’ll keep it a secret.”

You pursed your lips at the response Eliza didn’t give. “How about, I guess a few people and you answer with a ‘yes’ or a ‘no?’

Eliza didn’t respond.

“Theodosia.”

“She’s married.”

“That’s not a no,” you quipped, hooking a finger underneath Eliza’s chin and grinning. She sucked in her lip and looked away, “no.”

“Mm, Maria?”

“Y/N.”

“Okay, okay!” You laughed.

“Sally?”

“Who?”

“Thomas’s maid.”

“Uh, no?” It was more a question than a statement.

You huffed, glancing around in search of other females you might know. Lighting up, you pointed at a short woman dancing with her own group of friends. Eliza didn’t even have to look at her for long before shutting it down, giving you a slight theory on who it might be. “Not my type.”

You choked on your own laugh, “since when do you have a type? You’re too nice to have a type.”

Eliza laughed herself, something you haven’t heard since you started grilling her last night, “hey! I can have a type.” You raised an eyebrow, performing a smug look that Eliza desperately wanted to wipe off of your face.

“In fact, my type is standing right in front of me.” She said matter of factly.

You opened your mouth, but closed it. When you pulled away from her slightly, that’s when Eliza registered what she said. 

Oh, my god.

“No! No, I mean.. You’re not my type. I uh, I don’t have a type. You were right!” Eliza rambled. You remained quiet, adding onto Eliza’s fear.

“Y/N?” She said warily.

Quickly wrapping your arms around Eliza, you pressed your lips against hers. It took a while for her to respond, too in shock to believe your mouth was on hers, but when she did, it was the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had. 

Her lips were impeccably soft and moved slow against yours, almost teasing you.

You could feel her mouth curl into a smile against yours, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling too. Pulling away, you held her face in your hands, cupping her rosy cheeks and disregarding the fact that your lipstick was probably a running streak on your cheek and that you both stopped dancing and kissed, in the middle of an entire crowd.

You both panted, grasping onto air after the long kiss you shared. Her eyes gleamed with something, something you could identify as, not lust, but pure, utter love. 

You leaned in and hugged her, swaying to the soft, classical music that blared at the same time.

“I won’t tell.”

She laughed airily, holding back a choked cry. You smiled into the crook of her neck, hugging her tightly.

gOOD LORD IM FINISHED THIS TOOK DAYYYYSSS

[highontaebong]

Personal Trainer  Jungkook

Pairing: JungkookxReader 

Warning: Cursing, Smut, Slight Angst?

Excerpt: He had never seen you this exposed since middle school at pool parties, your body was a shock to him. The way the leggings hugged every curve and made your ass looked perked up not leaving much for the imagination. As well as your sports bra which left your mid-drift completely exposed and your breasts slightly shoved up. “Um hi uh yeah let’s not waste time, get down and give me thirty push up and then a thirty second plank.” “Wow Jungkokie is bossy when he’s at work.”

Word Count: 2,887

Note: I was actually working out (shocking) when I thought of this bc holy shit imagine Jungkook big ass arms picking you up like a fucking rag doll and his veins just omg yes please bias wrecker!   

Lately you’ve been in a rut, you weren’t happy with how things have been going since you’ve started university. Being so caught up in school work and actual work at the coffee shop you started to notice yourself drifting away from your friends. Those friends being the seven hyungs you’ve known since middle school. Picking your phone up from the picnic table you were studying at for the moment, desperately trying to get out of this rut you decided to reach out to them in the group chat to meet and catch up on life. 

To Hyungies: “I miss you fuckers, lets chill at the campus fire pit around 8?”

Jiminnie: “Awe guys she misses us, how sweet.”

Me: “I miss you the least Jiminnie.”

Jiminnie: “The lies you tell Y/N ;)”

TaeTae: “I’m down”

Hobi: “LITTY TITTY I’LL BRING THE BOOZE”

Me: “So I guess I’ll go ahead and reserve it so it can just be us.”

Kookie: “I might be there a bit late but for sure, and Hobi don’t bring that wine cooler shit.”

As the rest of the texts came spilling in you couldn’t help but get excited, you haven’t seen the little shits in almost three weeks and last you checked that’s the longest you’ve gone without seeing them yet. 

You went ahead and made arrangements to reserve one gazebo with the fire pit included. Perks of working on campus is that it was completely free. After hanging up with the sweet lady on the phone you noticed that it was already 6:55. You momentarily paused for a second to figure out if you should book it back to your dorm to actually make a big effort for the hyungs, or just go with flow. You made a choice that basically mixed the two. Take the longish scenic route back to your dorm but also maybe add a tad bit more effort into how you’ll look tonight just to impress the hyungs a little bit. 

When you got back to the dorm you already had an outfit to wear in mind. You settled on a 70′sish black off the shoulder top with a white bralette underneath, light washed jeans and the basic black and white high-top vans. Your makeup was pretty light, going with a small black cat eye, a touch of bronzer, and to top it off some vanilla flavored chapstick. For your hair you took your bun you’ve had up all day out and let your long tresses fall down your back in a wavy pattern. Taking a look at yourself one last time in the mirror before spritzing yourself with coconut and lime scented perfume, you noticed something. As simple as you were dressed you haven't looked this good in a little while. You could only imagine what all the hyungs would say, though you wouldn't mind a few compliments. Taking your phone off the charger and checking the time it read 8:15. Shit you were already late for the plans you made. Good thing the fire pit wasn’t excruciatingly far from your dorm. 

 “Ah Y/N about time you showed up, at least Kookie gave us a heads up that’d he’d be a bit late” Namjoon embraced you in a hug as you saw everyone but Jungkook had arrived. After exchanging hugs with everyone and Tae being especially touchy by giving you tons of little pecks of kisses around your face like a puppy, this was never out of the norm for Tae the two of you had always been playful. Afterwards you went to go sit beside Jimin, just when you were about to sit. He swiftly pulled you by your hips into his lap. “Jimin what the hell, I swear you’ll never stop being a fuckboy will you?” “I can’t joke with a friend, jeez Y/N?” He said as he started poking your sides and tickling you, both of you bursting into a fit of laughter. When Jimin had decided to stop picking on you, Yoongi had gotten up to get himself more of whatever he had in his cup. “Yoongi would you be the best person ever and get me a cup of whatever you’re having?” “Sure Y/N but don’t expect any more from me.” He motioned for you to take the cup with a wink. The moment that the cup was in your grasp you attempted to take a big gulp trying to catch up with everyone around you who was already buzzing, which seemed to be all of them except a still absent Kookie. When the warm alcohol flooded to the back of your throat you almost choked on how much it burned. “Hobi what in the actual fuck did you buy!?” “All of you fuckers told me to get something hard so I got Henny!” He had a smug look on his face and brought his cup to his lips taking a swig almost like he was trying to send a mental ‘fuck you’ to everyone. “It’s the fucking devils nectar is what it is Hobi” The poor guy was caught off guard so quick he spat his drink out and most of it go on Jin who was sitting beside him. “HOBI I could kill you right now.” Jin hissed at him and Hobi actually seemed slightly frightened. In attempt to save Hobi’s ass, “Jin calm down it was mostly my fault, so if you’re mad at anyone let it be me. Jin had seemed to calm down a bit and went back to do whatever he was doing on his phone. Probably in another fight with his girlfriend which none of us liked, sometimes you questioned whether Jin even liked her. But that situation is a whole other story.

Noticing Jungkook still wasn’t here and it was already almost nine had you slightly worried, “Joonie when is Jungkook supposed to- A sweaty flustered Jungkook came jogging into the gazebo “Guys I’m sorry I’m so late I got caught up at work and the client wouldn’t stop harassing me for my number and the manager had to get involved it was just a mess.” You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or that you hadn’t seen Kookie in a while but you couldn’t peel your eyes off of him. He had a light layer of sweat on him that glistened in the light of the fire just right, his arms had gotten huge and his veins flexed at every hand gesture he made. God even his face was framed just right by the sweaty pieces of hair that had clung to it. You bit your lip without realization and continued to admire his body until you saw a hand waving in your face, realizing the hand had belonged to Jungkook snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry Kookie.. I was thinking about..” Stumbling over your words Jungkook took you into a sweet embrace and you smell the mix of his sweat and cologne that was oh so heavenly on his hoodie. You could’ve lived in that smell if it weren’t for Jungkook pulling away.  “Y/N I was asking how are things going at the coffee shop?” Slow but good, so you have a job I hear?” Kookie must’ve been pretty proud of himself because he stood up stout and whipped out a badge that you couldn’t comprehend because it was so dark outside and the fires light only put a glare on the card. “I work at the campus gym as a personal trainer, it was pretty easy due to my history of football experience” he scoffed while flipping his hair. “So do you only train men or do you train women as well because I’ve been thinking about getting a personal trainer but I just don’t like strangers telling me what to do.” You laughed and playfully put your arm on Jungkooks Shoulder. You immediately regretted that decision due to henny goggles clouding your judgement and all you wanted to was take Jungkook right there if it weren’t for all the boys being around. “Well actually if you want I don’t have anyone booked from 8-9 if you’d like to come check it out and your first session could be free of course by yours truly.” He shot you a big grin that could melt your heart.  “That sounds like a great plan Kookie I’ll be there!”

 “This is a terrible plan I want to die.” You mutter to yourself as a 6:30 alarm goes off. Your surroundings seem like hell around you. The curtains were slightly opened, a tiny bit of sun creeping in and instead of it seeming welcoming in the morning like usual the rays looked more like death rays and the sun was the laser gun. Your head throbbing and a faint taste of Hennessey still on your tongue. Hennessey was like your kryptonite of all alcohols. You would drink maybe two or three shots and be hammered. Checking your phone screen you had a text from Jungkook reading “Can’t wait to see you later : )” Fuck, this was the worst idea. You were a wreck from this hangover, eventually just deciding to take two Advil and downing a whole bottle of Gatorade before getting in the shower. You decided to wear a pair of black spandex leggings, a black and white sports bra from Victoria secret because let’s be honest your girls need that fifty dollar support, a pair of black Nike roshes, and lastly to top it all off a black baseball cap with an alien flicking people off to hold your pony tail. You walk out of your dorm with a water bottle that says ‘fuck this shit’ and your phone.    

 You walk through the gyms doors and sign in as a guest since you weren’t an official member. After asking the lady where to find Jungkook’s training room you make it back there not bothering to knock and just walk in. The moment you open the door you see Jungkook shirtless lifting weights, you don’t even know what caused it but you froze and your phone fell out of your hand making a loud thud on the ground causing Jungkook to quickly look in your direction. He sets his eyes on you and makes a coughing sound like he had choked on air. He had never seen you this exposed since middle school at pool parties, your body was a shock to him. The way the leggings hugged every curve and made your ass looked perked up not leaving much for the imagination. As well as your sports bra which left your mid-drift completely exposed and your breasts slightly shoved up. “Um hi uh yeah let’s not waste time, get down and give me thirty push up and then a thirty second plank.” “Wow Jungkokie is bossy when he’s at work.” “Y/N I’m serious do it, now.” You got down on the mat after rolling your eyes and started doing push ups. When you finally got to thirty you were already done with the whole situation. “Kookie there’s no way I can do a thirty second plank after all that.” He shot you the dirtiest glare in man kind so you got down and did what he demanded. Jungkook not taking his eyes off of you, taking note of how tight and perky your ass looked in that positon. It’s not like you’re stupid Jungkook wasn’t hiding his stares well at all. You saw his eyes trail all over your body so you decided to get a rise out of him. You looked Jungkook in the eyes almost like a whimper you said “Kookie I can’t do this it’s too hard” Your mouth lingering on the word hard, he looked shocked seconds after demanding you to get in the downward dog position to stretch. You did as he demanded but as you brought your ass into the air you did ever so slowly letting a small moan of relief out. You heard Jungkook mutter “God fucking damnit.” “Jungkookie what’s wrong?” Even though you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

“Are you really fucking doing this to me right now Y/N?”

“What do you mean Kookie I’m only doing what you ask me to.”

In that instant Jungkook snatched you up off the ground and pinned you against the wall, “Are you fucking serious Y/N all last night you stared at me like you were a tiger and I was going to be your next prey, did you really think I wouldn’t notice? And jesus fucking Christ you come walking in here dressed like this, I bet every guy out there had seen you and was just mentally eye fucking you!” The words that were flying out of Jungkooks mouth and the firm grasp he had around your waist only made a heat stir between your legs. In an instant you wrapped your hands in Jungkook’s hair pulling him closer to you. With the tip of your tongue you licked across his bottom lip ever so lightly. Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore he collided his lips into yours, it was almost like he had been starving for this feeling and your lips were the food to satisfy him. You took the chance to reach down and palm his hardening length through his joggers. He snatched your hand away and began grinding his erection into your now dripping heat. Before the two of you could go any further you mentioned “Jungkook the door.” He picked you up to go with him to lock the door and then laid you on the weight bench. Your fingernails now running down his hardened abs sent an ever so light moan out of his mouth. Seeing what your touch could do to him made you need him inside of you. “Jungkook- you wrapped your legs around his waist shoving his into yours- do something.” “Now look who’s bossy” he shot back before pulling your leggings off and devouring your heat like it’s his last meal making your back arch off the weight bench. The way his tongue would slide up your slit and flick your clit and then back down, coming up once again but with his tongue flat and moving from side to side focusing on that bundle of nerve that made you a moaning mess. He then teased you by circling his fingers around your clit and lightly down your folds, barely any pressure at all. “Jungkook please.” With those two words he shoved his fingers inside of you without warning, going in and out curling them in just the right way. He was palming himself over his joggers making you sit up and treat him now. “Jungkook take my spot I want to ride you.” He looks at you in shock but does it anyway. You trail wet kisses down chest until you meet the waistband of his pants. Pulling them down made his erection slip free and slap against his abs. At the sight all you could think was about his dick inside of you, you climbed up to straddle him. Taking it in your hand you start to rub the tip in circles against your heat. Jungkook took your waist into his hands slamming you down on his cock throwing your head back and moaning trying to adjust to him. “Ride me baby.” He cooed right into your ear. You started to roll your hips making your clit rub against his pelvis. You couldn’t help but to clench your walls around him making him grab your hips so tight you were sure there would be bruises. The pain mixed with pleasure was something you never felt before but now obsessed with the feeling. To further pleasure him you turn around on his cock and have your back facing him and use the weight bar to your advantage by using it to bounce up and down on Jungkook’s dick. Spews of Y/N and ‘fuck this feels so good’ came spilling out of his mouth. That’s when you had undone your bra and chucked it across the room. Grabbing Jungkook’s hands you put one on your clit and the other on your breast. He began pinching and pulling the nerve on your breast while the other was rubbing circles on your clit doing amazing things to your body. “Jungkook I can’t hold out I need to cum.” “I want you to cum on my dick princess, can you do that for me?” Those words sent you over the edge when you stopped moving Jungkook laid you down and pounded into you at a ravenous pace making your orgasm pulse throughout your whole entire body. He couldn’t handle the feeling of your walls clenching and unclenching around him anymore, that’s when he pulled out jerking himself off and cuming on your stomach. Both of you completely blissed out and the pace of your breathing becoming normal again Jungkook decided to lay on the floor mat.

“So how was that for your first personal trainer session?”

“I think I might have to become a member and schedule weekly.” You giggled finishing your sentence.

[it-s-gone-blue]

I'm sending you a ship too and it's FiNer! c:

Yeeee  >:D Thank you for the ask! @greywardenfinas

Universe w vampire Finas and hunter Abner, also poly!Casfin, as canon-y i can imagine it. (But we're p far from canon w FiNer but just go w it)

Who said “I love you” first

Abner, actually. Finas would be absoultely fine, if quietly a little disappointed, if they were in a sorta steady relationship and it never was said. He wouldn't say it, afraid it'd make Abner freak out abt the whole vampire hunter and a vampire thing, make him realize how badly he's doing the 'kill all vampires' thing and end it. Finas just wants it to last longer bc he enjoys Abner, bc hedonist. 

Abner knows he's doing badly, but Finas made himself the exception to the rule (and begrudgingly casimiro, as long as he doesn't see him actively murder someone.)

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Casimiro took Finas' phone. Took a candid picture of Abner and set it as his background. Finas is like, Cas, stop messing w my stuff? but he doesnt change it. Casimiro loves making jabs at Finas being a sap, whether it's abt him or Abner.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Neither, really. But there's a little whiteboard on Abner's fridge for Caring Reminders. "Eat food not just coffee." "Remember to use sunscreen"

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Finas has no qualms abt giving away gifts. You get a gift, you get a gift, YOU get a gift. Just what he does when he likes someone. He doesn't like that many people, so they end up getting a lot of gifts. It's a bit more of a deal for Abner, he'd probably ask Finas to stop giving him gifts so often, or at least cheaper ones.

Who initiated the first kiss

Finas. They were both in this state of 'should i? i shouldn't. but i should. but not. yes. no.' but Abner was SO DEEP in that, so when Finas leaned in he was kinda stuck in the headlights, but he initiated the second one just after that one. If it was gonna happen, it'd have to be Finas, bc Abner wouldn't be able to make up his mind.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Abner is absolutely miserable waking up, doesn't wanna do it. He's going to, but he doesn't have to be happy about it. Finas turns off his alarm before it goes off and wakes him up w slow kisses on his cheeks or forehead. He's less miserable then.  

Who starts tickle fights

How dare? They are entirely respectable gentlemen. They don't tickle fight. They also both have stiff muscles in their backs and shoulders from activities and not stretching enough before working out so they occasionally massages the other to work out the knots. If they happen to find a ticklish area so be it.  There's just a knot there sit still I gotta loose this knot in your side I swear STOP RUNNING it's for your benefit

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Abner asks Finas if he wants to join him, he's just abt to shower and Finas' gonna shower after him, he could just shower w him. be time efficient. cough. totes.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Finas would drop by Abner's workplace in the evening once it got dark w a thermos of coffee. He's tried cooking exactly one time in the last century, and they got food poisoning. But he makes a mean coffee after a while.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Both were nervous but it didn't look like it. Finas has mastery in composure, Abner makes all the effort to seem Xtremely Collected. Unless either got flustered it wouldn't show. (Abner was easily flustered. Finas thought it was endearing)

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Abner kills them, then checks for more. Finas throws them out if it's not too much effort. Otherwise he also kills them.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

So one time Finas got drunk with Cas and went. 

You know who's great? While looking all in awe at Cas and also taking his handWho is great? Casimiro is already grinning and feeling the love. Abner is great. He said he loved me. Casimiro's face just falls like. Ok. I guess. But I'm pretty great too right? Abner is great Casimiro calls Abner up and let's him listen in on the Abner appreciation hour. Mostly to embarrass them bc drunk smitten Finas is hilarious. Finas takes the phone and goes Abner you're so good looking and I've had a little to drink ah Cas he said I'm good looking too !!! And then it's like. Finas you know I'm thrilled abt you getting a life and all but I'd appreciate if you didn't try to fuck me while talking abt Abner

Finas has five hangovers.

Also. Abner sometimes drinks to cope with, yanno, anxieties and being hypervigilant and paranoia abt diseases and vampires, and if Finas happens to be around him at that time he doesn't really loudly proclaim his love as much as quietly acknowledge and affirm it's there. Says he doesn't care he feels like a failed hunter sometimes bc he's worth it, which makes Finas' heart ache a lot.