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[valentinoappreciator]

I honest to God do love your conflicted feelings on Valentino because they are realistic, they are understandable. That man needs to suffer, we want to see it, but also he kinda..

It’s kinda how I feel about Mammon and Homelander!

Thank you ❤️

I do have very conflicted feelings on Valentino, and it always reminds me of those freaks who say that having horny thoughts about an awful character means you condone their actions, and that you're basically a stupid and lazy bitch with no thought process. Like... newsflash, asshole, I can appreciate a horrible character while also realizing they ARE horrible. Sorry the same can't be said for you though, lmao

[fairysongs]

౨ৎ pretty scary﹕spencer reid .ᐟ

summary: you're having an awful day and your boyfriend is kind of the best person ever.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

includes: reader struggles with bpd, reader has slight mommy issues, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, depictions of overstimulation (NOT the sexy kind), reader has slight mood swings, established relationship, silly fluff, spencer reid is the perfect boyfriend, hurt/comfort KINDA? (reader is upset, spencer soothes her), lowercase writing sorry it's a habit/my preference, Fiona Apple Mention <3

word count: 3.1k

a/n: omg.. hiiii! this is my first silly post on this silly blog and its a very self-indulgent one as someone who has bpd and is told OFTEN how irritable i can get -_- .. im so nervous.com right now bcos ive never posted my writing on here but also excited..? yes yes.. on a huge spencer reid kick so if u liked this and have any requests they are open!! likes/reblogs/any feedback much appreciated :3!

today was just not your day.

the morning started out fine. it was actually kind of perfect. you spent the night at your boyfriend’s place, waking up just in time to see him getting ready for work. there was a smile that crept over your lips as you watched him adjust the tie hanging around his neck. you propped yourself up against the pillows as he caught your eyes in the mirror adjacent to the bed. your heart swelled at the sight of a small blush spreading across his cheeks.

“why are you staring at me like that, weirdo?” there was a little morning gravel in his voice but his tone was lighthearted enough to make you giggle. you fell back against the pillows, tucking one under your arm as you kept your gaze on him.

“what? i’m not allowed to stare at my boyfriend anymore?” you replied, a yawn falling off your lips. he playfully rolled his eyes in response, walking over to your side of his bed. he sat at the edge, one of his hands brushing some of your hair from your face.

“actually, no. they just passed that law last night while you were sleeping through coraline again.” you bit your lip, vaguely remembering begging spencer to put that movie on only to fall asleep on his shoulder twenty minutes in. you can only assume at some point he carried you from the sofa to his bed. you blushed at the thought, as if he hadn’t done it at least twenty times by now. clearly you weren’t used to the ‘princess treatment’ he liked giving you.

“oh, my fault then. please don’t arrest me, mr. fbi agent.”

“it’s dr. fbi agent, actually.”

“right…” you giggled again, beaming as he smiled down at you. “do you know if you have a case?”

“paperwork day.” his fingers started tracing small shapes against the skin of your arm. “of course if that changes, i’ll let you know. but hopefully it won’t. you can come over again tonight if you want. maybe we’ll finally finish coraline.” his voice was soft, ringing harmonies in your ear as you let your eyes flutter shut in the comfort. “need me to take you to work today?”

you hummed, reaching out to your phone sitting on his bedside table. you quickly rechecked your schedule and shook your head. “no, it’s okay. i go in a little later. it’s close enough to walk.” you tilted your head as you felt him tangle his hand in your hair again. spencer scratched delicately at your scalp.

“okay, my love. i washed the clothes you left here the other day. they should be in the second drawer of my dresser.” you nodded in response as he leaned in to press his lips to your forehead. you caught his jaw in your hands and pulled him downwards, giving him a proper kiss on his lips. he laughed quietly as you both pulled away. “have a good day, angel.”

“you too, baby.”

well to put it simply you did not have a good day. you got ready for your job at a local cafe and made it to work fine. it was when you got there that it started going downhill. you genuinely loved being a barista. you definitely had the personality for it. friendly, outgoing, kind and patient. it’s actually how you met spencer in the first place. but sometimes it was hard. especially with certain needy customers. most of your regulars were chill. you were actually friends with many of them, always asking about the new things in their lives whenever they’d come in. of course, though, there were always a few bad apples.

like this one particular older man. he came in every now and then and ordered the same thing every single time. black decaf coffee with a blueberry scone. he was always in a rather grumpy mood, not even your tender words could help that. so this morning when you gave him a black regular coffee by an honest mistake he made sure to let you know just how stupid and idiotic you were. you stood there at the counter, expression apologetic as he continued to berate you. eventually your boss told you to go in the back for a bit while she took care of things.

you practically ran to the bathroom, locking yourself in the tiny space as you tried to control your breathing. you could already feel the hot tears spilling down your cheeks. you absolutely despised how sensitive you could get. through shaky breaths, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, unlocking it with a small sob. you had a few texts and one missed call from your mother. one of the texts was from spencer, letting you know it was just gonna be a paperwork day and inquiring what you wanted to order for dinner tonight. the other texts were from your mother, reminding you about a family party that was coming up soon. there was another text after her missed call.

- Guess you’re too busy to talk. Just let me know if you can make it.

you closed your eyes, feeling the passive aggressive tone through the message. the best way you could describe your relationship with your mother was that she was both your best friend and your worst critic. she tried to support everything you aspired to do, but also hated the way you did them. it was... complicated but her text was enough to leave you in a sour mood for the remainder of the day.

you felt like you couldn’t catch up. you couldn’t get over that bump setting you back from having a good shift. your head felt like it was elsewhere and no longer attached to your body, your movements becoming monotonous and your words dull. to make things worse, your eighteen year old coworker was coming in for their shift an hour before you were leaving.

and you loved them, you really really did. often times you would joke about them being your work child, taking them under your wing. but they talked. a lot. most days you could keep up no problem but with the way your mind was on a downward spiral today, all you could feel was immense overstimulation as they yapped in your ear about the latest tv show they were binge watching. soon it was all too much for you to handle and you end up snapping at the poor kid.

“dude i’m sorry but i don’t really care. can we just be quiet for, like, five minutes?” you interrupted them mid-sentence, tired eyes looking over with a slight glare. you immediately softened, eyes wide with guilt as they looked towards you like a kicked puppy. you tried your best to stammer out an apology but was met with silent treatment until you clocked out.

they would soon accept your apology in the next coming days and you’d go back to normal because that’s how you guys were, but the guilt would eat at you for quite a bit. when you were a kid, your parents often praised you on how self-sufficient and respectful you were. in your adolescent years, with the help of an untreated personality disorder and your regular teen hormones raging inside your cage of a body, your behaviour would suddenly change. you found yourself more irritable. more prone to overstimulation. you internalized a lot of what you were going through because every time you tried to bring up your feelings, your mother would shut you down and it’d turn into a fight.

you expressed yourself through slammed doors and screaming matches. you bottled things up until they overflowed. it was how you handled the thunderstorms behind your skull. you would eventually get better in time, finally attending therapy and finding solace in little things like journaling. and when you started dating spencer, he helped a lot too. your brain could sometimes make a lot of irrational judgements and spencer would help you see reasoning instead. he was also insanely patient with you. especially in the first two months of you guys dating where you broke up with him upwards of five times. each time because you didn’t believe you deserved him. (you still don’t believe it, but at least now you’ve stopped trying to fight the good coming into your life.)

you would never forget the first time spencer met your parents. the night was going well up until dinner time when your dad decided to pull out your old high school yearbook. at first it was just classic embarrassment as spencer looked at your school photos. but then your mother, after one too many glasses of wine, brought up your old struggles with anger.

“be careful getting on her bad side, spencer!” she had said, waving a finger in the air. “she’s got a scary temper for sure! remember when we had to replace her bathroom mirror because she threw her hairbrush at it?" she spoke like she was a comedian telling her greatest joke in the world as she turned towards your father. "i can’t even remember what made her so upset! but i remember how expensive that fix was…”

“oh i’m sure i’ve dealt with far worse at my job, ma’am. i think i can handle her just fine.” he was quick to reply and the hand pressing on your bouncing knee beneath the table calmed any nerves of him looking at you differently. later that night he’d hold you as you sobbed in his arms, retelling different memories of your past. he made you a promise that he’d never see you as a bad person as long as you promised him you’d talk to him whenever you started to feel like one.

you were finally walking home after this exhausting day and it wasn’t until you were changed into your comfy clothes and curled in bed that you realized you hadn't texted spencer back at all. with your knees pulled to your chest and a low hum of a fiona apple album playing from your record player you reached across your bed for your phone. you had four texts from him and one missed call.

- Hi angel. Haven’t heard from you all day, just checking in. - Hi, you should be clocked out by now. Just wanted to know if you still wanted to come over? We can order from your favorite italian place. - One missed call from spencer ♡. - Are you having a bad day, my love? Or did I do something wrong? - I’m gonna come over. See you soon, angel.

your brows furrowed together at the last text, sent just about ten minutes ago. you could feel your eyes well with frustrated tears. you felt like shit for unintentionally ignoring him. you couldn’t even think of what to say to him, but you had to think fast because soon you heard a gentle knock at your bedroom door. with a sniffle, you stood to your feet and slowly opened it.

you met spencer’s eyes, they were desperately searching your face. trying to figure you out, trying to see what was troubling your mind. you hated it sometimes when he profiled you, but most times you were grateful he could just know when you weren’t doing okay. saved you the shame of having to actually vocalize your feelings. you stepped back as he entered your room.

“your roommate let me in. she said you went straight to your room after work and have been listening to nothing but when the pawn… by fiona apple.” he was still in his work clothes, the same ones you watched him get dressed in just that morning. felt like an eternity ago at this point. before you could even let your face fall to the ground, his hands were holding your jaw, tilting it upwards and keeping it in place. he always held you like you were made of glass. “bad day?”

“you could say that.” you words were short and you didn’t mean for them to be. you were just so exhausted. “sorry i forgot to text you back. it’s just been…” you let your words fall off, waving your hands in the air with an annoyed huff. you pulled away from his touch, slumping back into your mattress. he just watched as you ran your fingers through your hair, eyes shut tight as if you were trying to talk yourself down. he bit his lip, taking a cautious step forward.

“you look like you’re trying to compute a million things at once right now inside that little head.” he shrugged off the sweater draping over his work shirt, tugged off his tie and kicked his shoes off besides your bed. you laughed sarcastically at his words but bit your tongue from replying with a snarky comment. “did you know that one of the brain’s primary functions is to collect and process sensory information? it’s kind of like there’s a little guy in there, sitting at his desk and filing through every bit of information that gets thrown at you throughout the day.” your eyes were still shut but you felt a dip in your bed as his voice grew closer to you.

“when there’s too much sensory input, it can make the brain think there’s danger, sending off signals to the body to escape. that’s when your fight-flight-freeze response gets triggered. aka that little guy’s desk is suddenly on fire and every file has been thrown all over the place and the little guy, well, the little guy is running around screaming for help.” you feel two arms wrap around your waist and maneuver your body until you felt your head resting against the warmness of his chest. soon enough you also felt slender digits running through the locks of your hair.

“you seem to resort to a fight response i’ve noticed. your body feels like you can overpower the danger your brain thinks you’re in. resulting in intense feelings of anger. which can lead to irritability.” you feel him tracing shapes, the same ones he made on your arms earlier that morning, deep into the small of your back. he always did the same movement pattern and you always wondered if that was intentional or just a coincidence. “do you wanna talk about what’s going on in here?” he poked an index finger to the side of your temple. you shook your head. “okay. we don’t have to. but i will ask about it later, is that okay?” you nodded this time.

you didn’t realize it when it was happening, but the combination of spencer pulling you into his arms and his soft voice spewing factual information at you was enough to make your head feel almost empty. your body was melted against his, curled up in his touch. you let out a shaky breath, slowly raising your head, resting your chin on his chest as your eyes opened. “how did you do that?” you whispered, soft hues scanning his face as he just smiled down at you.

“a magician never reveals his secrets, my love.” you rolled your eyes, laughing quietly as his hand lightly brushed your cheek. he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. your lips twitched in thought, a tiny frown suddenly taking over your features. spencer tilted his head. “what is it, baby?”

your eyes fell to focus on his chest, your finger tracing over the fabric of his work shirt. “do you think i’m scary? like… when i get upset?”

“scary?” he repeated, voice in small disbelief that you’d even feel the need to ask. “no, i don’t think you’re scary. i think you’re beautiful. and i think your mind can be pretty mean to you sometimes. but that’s not your fault. hey, look at me please.” you let him guide your head back up, eyes meeting each other again. he smiled at you and it made you feel warm. “why do you think you’re scary?”

your shoulder shrugged with an exasperated sigh. “because it’s what i’ve been told my whole life. when i get too overwhelmed and i just feel nothing but anger i… i feel like i can get mean and i hate feeling that way. like, i always get too snappy and i always say something that’s gonna hurt someone i care about and i…” your breathing hitches. your lashes quickly blink, trying to fight any tears from spilling yet again. “i’m so scared i’m gonna get that way with you and you’re gonna leave me.”

he was shaking his head, thumb swiping underneath your eyes at the few tears that betrayed you and fell down your cheeks. he sighed out your name. “i don’t think you understand just how much i love you. if you think i’d leave you at something so silly like that. you know, i started reading up on borderline personality disorder after that night i met your parents. i wanted to understand it more. i wanted to understand you.” he continued wiping away your tears as they kept falling.

“i can’t even imagine what you go through inside your own head every single day, but i can acknowledge how hard you’re trying to cope with it. i see it all the time. i see it in the kindness you like to spread to strangers. i see it in the way you push yourself to learn new things and the way you stopped beating yourself up if it doesn’t turn out perfect. i see it in the way you love me, and more importantly in the way you’ve allowed yourself to let me love you back. you’re such a beautiful person, my love. it’s okay to have bad days and it’s okay to let yourself be a little mean sometimes.” he laughed quietly, noticing the way your lips were fighting a smile. he leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth. “as long as you just communicate with me when you’re feeling bad. that’s all i ask.”

you sat there for a moment, admiring the way his big brown eyes stared at you. your eyes fell for a moment before picking back up with furrowed brows. “i snapped at my coworker today.”

“the teenager?” you nodded. “ah,” spencer’s hand resumed circling around your back as he hummed. “they’ll forgive you, i’m sure of it.” there was a pause and then a small hum coming from his throat. “are you hungry? hm? let’s order some food.”

he ordered you your favorite pasta dish from your favorite italian restaurant and you fell asleep in his arms in the middle of coraline again. he couldn’t help but admire you resting so peacefully in his arms and continued tracing the words ‘i love you’ over and over again into your back for the rest of the night.

[justmeinadaze]

Ever After: A Virtual Romance Part 4 (Steve X You)

A/N: For any questions you may have about the time period they are in or the previous story please read A Virtual Romance. I seriously love these two lol probably because I was around and a little younger than them in the early 2000s lol

Readers dialogue is pink so its a bit easier on the eyes. Remember if there is a screen name they are IMing if its just italicized dialogue they are texting or talking on the phone. Enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT, of the virtual variety as well as in the backseat of Steves BMW <3, dirty talk abound, FLUFF, they care about each other! ANGST, Steve gets his feelings hurt and gets wasted so the reader has to take him home, Steve and Y/N talk about worries of becoming their parents, we do meet stepmom and stepsisters and they are awful (of course, its cinderella lol)

Word Count: 5599

StealthyNinja02: We really need to get you camera.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Said the man who already broke his. 

StealthyNinja02: Hey! You can still see me can’t you?!

You giggle as Steve makes a funny face towards his webcam on his desktop before waving. The both of you had been dating for a few months now and things were going really well. True to his word, he didn’t revert back to “King Steve” and continued to ignore all the rumors surrounding his, to them, abrupt transformation before graduation. You two spent almost every day together and in the evenings after dropping you off at home, he would either message you in the chat or text your phone so you both could continue talking about whatever came to mind. 

StealthyNinja02: Now the audio thing… that wasn’t my fault.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Yeah suuuuuuuuure.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Now focus! Your history assignment is due tomorrow. 

StealthyNinja02: But 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: No buts! Lol. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: How about I make you a deal? For every question you get right, I’ll give you a surprise.

StealthyNinja02: Oh? A Y/N surprise, you say.

In his camera you see him playfully tap his chin as if he’s thinking. 

StealthyNinja02: Ok. So this question says…

Steve types out the question and what he believes the answer to be. You had been doing this with him for a while to help him with his grade. It always amused you because he always seemed to think he was stupid or that every answer he gave was wrong, constantly second guessing himself. A good percentage of the time, however, his answer was correct.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Good job, Steve. See? You know this stuff. 

StealthyNinja02: Yeah that’s because you’re a good teacher : ) What’s my surprise?

You smile as you bite your bottom lip, rising from your desk to slide down the panties you were wearing. Grabbing your phone, you hold it up high and take a picture of you holding them before sending it to his phone. On your dad and stepmom’s plan you could only send so many pictures without it costing a fortune so you needed to make each picture count.

As you watched him in the camera, your smile grew as he reached beside him to grab his own device, flipping it open, and licking his lips as his eyes flick to the webcam. 

StealthyNinja02: That’s not fair. How am I supposed to focus now knowing that you’re sitting there in one of my shirts with no underwear or bra?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Who says I’m not wearing a bra?

StealthyNinja02: Are you?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I guess you’ll have to get your next question right then, huh, baby? ;). 

Steve gives you his next question but pauses before giving you an answer. Giggling, you watch as he sorts through his notes making sure his next answer is correct, which it is. 

Taking his shirt off your body, you toss it on your bed and take a picture of your now naked physique. He sighs when his phone pings as he hastily grabs it and flips it open. 

StealthyNinja02: You’re so fucking beautiful, honey, and so goddamn sexy. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Thank you <3. Ok, last question. If you get this one right…

StealthyNinja02: Tell me, baby, please.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I’ll let you listen to me cum.

He exhales again and even through the grainy camera you can tell it’s a shaky breath as he tries to continue focusing so you both can get what you want. As he takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side, you can’t help but absently run your fingers along your chest and over your nipples at the sight. 

You still couldn’t believe your previous online virtual crush was Steve fucking Harrington. This handsome, sweet, charismatic, and funny boy was all yours. Now that you had him, you never understood how you were living your life before without him in your world. 

The soft moments were your favorite when you two did all the things he had mentioned like lying in bed and talking about the future or going on proper dates that had you swoon. The sex was even better with Steve making up for time lost as his hands and tongue constantly roamed your body before, during, and after. Sometimes he would get to the point where you had cum so many times you were begging him to give you a break. 

He loved it, relishing the sounds and intimacy when he would do what you asked and in turn you would curl up into his side and squeeze him to you. 

StealthyNinja02: Ok. Please PLEEEEASE tell me this is the right answer!

You giggle as you watch him wait, anxiously bouncing his leg as he spins is phone in his hand. Teasing him you make him wait longer than you need to even though you already know the answer he gave you was correct.

“Oh, thank God.”, he laughs nervously when he answers your call. “I thought I got it wrong.”

“No, honey. You get them right a lot more then you think you do. I just wanted to show that to you.”

“Hm. I wish you could show me more. I’m at a slight disadvantage since you can see more of me.”  Steve slides his desk chair over till he’s directly in front of his camera palming the growing bulge in his boxers. “You can see me right? See what those sexy, low resolution pictures do to me.”

He grins when he hears you laugh. 

“Don’t laugh, pretty girl. It reminds me of when I was a kid trying to sneak into the living room to watch the playboy channel but it was always grainy with static.”

“Hm, you bad boy. I’m surprised your dad didn’t pay extra to have that channel so it would be clearer.”

“My mom would never allow that. She knows my father is a man slut. That’s why she follows him all over the world to make sure he doesn’t cheat her.” His gentle eyes flick briefly to the camera. “I would never hurt you like that. I would never cheat on you or anything.”

“I know, Steve. I know. I wouldn’t either… and I promise when we move in together if you want the playboy channel you can have it.”

You bite your bottom lip as his nose scrunches, throwing his head back while he laughs. 

“I don’t need anything like that when I have you. Beautiful girl with a beautiful body like yours. Are you still naked for me?”

“I am. I’ve been running my fingers along my skin since you took of your shirt. You’re so handsome.”

“Come on, honey. I know you can talk dirtier than that.”

“Hm, you want me to be dirtier? You want me to tell you I’m so wet just thinking about your face between my thighs? Just imagining your tongue licking me clean till I make a mess again.”

Steve moans loudly into your ear, the sound driving you crazy as you watch him pull out his cock and spit into his hand as he strokes along his length. Sliding your fingers between your folds, you exhale as you rub circles against your clit. 

“Fuck. K-Keep your eyes open and on me, Y/N.”

“How do you—mmm—how do you know they aren’t?”

He smirks slightly as he tilts closer to the webcam. “I fuck you remember? I know everything your body does. Shit… like right now I know you’re only playing with that pretty little clit.” Steve’s smile grows when he hears you laugh in your throat. “Am I wrong?”

“No, baby. You aren’t.”

“Why don’t you put those fingers inside of you and imagine it’s me stretching you open.”

“Steve…”, you moan at his words as you open your legs wider and glide two of you digits into your entrance.

“Good girl. Fuck, Y/N, the sounds you make… I wish I was there, honey, feeling that warm pussy squeezing me tightly.”

“Pl-Please, Steve. Don’t stop.”

“You want me to keep talking to you? Tell you how fucking sexy you are. Mmm—goddamn it—how much I wish I was there so I can pump my dick so deep into you that you can feel me in your stomach. Feeling your nails drag down my back as you beg me to make you cum. Fuck…cum for me, baby girl. I need to hear it.”

You panted into the phone as you watched him stroke himself faster at the sound. Chanting his name, your thighs shook as you came and with half lidded eyes, you kept them on your screen as he folded into himself, releasing rope after rope of his seed. 

“Jesus Christ. That was amazing. Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

Steve grins at your now sleepy tone. “Sweetheart, turn off your computer and go get into bed.”

“Will you come with me?”

“Don’t I always?”

You both turn off your computers, listening to his steady breathing as you both climb into your separate beds and pull up the covers over your tired frames. 

“I can’t wait for us to move in together so I can really go to bed with you and hold you. I like when I can play with your hair or just touch your face.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you.” Your eyes started to droop and you vaguely heard his voice trying to get your attention in the background. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, ok?”

“Wait! Honey, did you mean that? Or were you just saying that because you’re tired? Y/N!”

##########

“Hey, have you heard from Steve?”

Sam, your best friend, looked at you like you had gone insane. 

“Um, no. Why would I know where your boyfriend is? You two are the ones that talk 24/7.”

“I mean, usually he picks me up in the morning but he left me a message saying he couldn’t and he’s not answering my texts. I’m starting to get worried.”

“Did something happen?”

“I…I think I told him I loved him as I was falling asleep.”

“Oof. That’s a big step. Why do you think you said it and not know that you did?”

“I was falling asleep. When I woke up I thought it was dream but with him being MIA—”

“He’s not missing. He’s just avoiding you.”, Carol snickers as she walks by. “Steve Harrington doesn’t do the love thing no matter what part of the student body he’s fucking.”

“Fuck off, Carol.”, Sam growls. “No one asked you.”

“Don’t believe me? Why don’t you go ask him? He’s in the gym right now with Tommy and the other guys for practice.”

Your heart tells you not to; to ignore her and trust him but your brain won’t stop screaming to follow her as you head for the gym. To your surprise, she wasn’t lying. There he was running back and forth on the court as he blocked Tommy from making a basket. 

Steve smiled when he saw you but it fell slightly when he saw you standing next to his old friend. 

“Hey baby. Everything ok?”

“I was going to ask you that. I just haven’t been able to reach you and I got worried.”

“My dad made me late this morning because he wanted to talk to me again about my future.”, he sighs as he rolls his eyes. 

“And my texts?”

“I forgot my phone at home because of this morning. I’ve been looking for you all day but I figured as soon as we were done here I’d go sit with you for the last of your lunch. Did I miss something? Why are you here and with Carol?”

“Thanks. Love you to, Harrington.”, she sasses.

“I got worried…”

“So you came to find me with the girl you hate?”

Grabbing his arm, you pull him away from prying ears as Tommy comes to stand next to his girlfriend. 

“Did…Did I tell you I love you last night?”

Steve blinks as he tries to understand how A equals B, how you telling him you loved him equated to you speaking with the girl who threatened to beat you up. 

“Yes, yes you did.”

“What did you say?”

“I asked you if you meant it or if you were just loopy from being exhausted and before you answered you hung up. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m really confused. Why are you here with Carol?”

“Do you love me?”

“Goddamn it. Answer my question first because this will be the third fucking time I’m asking it.”

Hearing his tone shift like that was new for you. Yeah, you two had bickered especially after you for out he was the secret admirer you had been talking to all semester but this was different. Right now, he sounded angry.

“I was talking to Sam and she overheard. She said that ‘Steve Harrington doesn’t do the love thing.’”

“And you believed her?”

“Steve, I haven’t heard from you all day! Normally, you message me 24/7 when you’re not with me. What was I supposed to think!?”

“You’re supposed to trust me and not some girl who bullied you!”

“Let’s not forget, your highness, that you used to be one of them!”

“Ooo! Nice one, Y/L/N!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, TOMMY!”, you and Steve shout in unison. 

Without saying a word, Steve turns away from you and heads for the locker room. 

***

He didn’t answer any of your messages or calls for the rest of the day. That following Saturday morning you kept trying to no avail and it killed you. This must be how he felt when you didn’t answer after the Halloween dance. 

“Y/N, if I were you I would come to this party. Your boyfriend is getting drunk off his ass and it’s not pretty.”

You roll your eyes at Sam’s text and after 20 minutes you show up at her side. 

“Your prince charming.”, she gestures towards Steve who was jugging back a red cup at a kitchen island with other boys surrounding him as it dribbled down his down. 

“WHOA! Another!”

“No, no, Steve Harrington. You’ve had enough.”

“Hey! You look exactly like my girlfriend. She’s so prettyful.” You can’t help but smile at his slurred words as you toss Sam your keys.

“Give me a head start and then meet me at his house. I’ll take you home after.”

Your best friend nods as you sling his arm over your shoulders and walk him towards his car. As you begin to drive, he continues to babble at you as you smirk and nod your head at his drunken questions. 

“Do you know my girlfriend?! Seriously, you guys could be related. Hey! If you see her, can you give her something for me, please?” He unbuckles his seatbelt and clumsily digs in the backseat. 

“Steve, baby, sit back down, okay.”

“HERE! I’ll put this right here…so you don’t forget it. I-I-I got her a webcam today so I can see her face. I miss her face.”

“Why don’t you give it to her in person?”

His hair moves from side to side as he shakes his head. “Mad at her.”

“Why are you mad at her?”

“Cause she still thinks I’m that asshole…king Steve or whatever…”, he sighs as he absently gestures in the air. “I don’t know what else to do to convince her…I different.”

“Maybe…maybe it has nothing to do with you. Maybe she’s just afraid of losing you because of what she’s been through.”

His eyes narrow drunkenly in your direction before leaning his head on your shoulder.

“You are so smart. You have big brain like her.” You laugh really hard at his comment making him smile widely. “One of many reasons I love her. God, I love her sooooooo much. I knew when we had started talking I cared about her but when she showed up at the dance and I saw those beautiful eyes… I’ll tell you, friend, I knew I wanted to marry her then and there.”

You parked outside of his house and came around to pull him out of the passenger side. As he placed his arm around your shoulder, he craned his neck, and noticed you were crying. 

“Oh no! No, prettyful girl. Don’t cry.” Steve stopped and tried to wipe your eyes with his sleeve. “I sorry if I made you sad.”

“No, honey, you didn’t make me sad.” Guiding him into his house, you practically carried him up the stairs and placed him on his bed. “Ok, I’m going to take off your shoes and pants ok?”

“No! I can do it! I may be mad at my girlfriend but I’m not my dad.”, he giggles as he sits up to wobbly untie his laces. “My father is a dick. He ber-berate…berate…he yells at me and my mom all the time. I’m never going to be like him.”

“No, Steve. You won’t.”

“I AM going to work hard like he did though. I wanna buy Y/N a house like this one day and be able to give her everything she deserves. Oh! And we’ll have six kids.”

“My goodness!”

A big tooth filled grin spreads along his face and he pushes down his jeans before tossing them on his floor. 

“Can I ask you one more question, angel? You’re an angel right?”

“That’s what my boyfriend tells me.”, you smile as you try to guide him to lay down with your hands. 

“Do you think she’s scared to? Like how I’m afraid of becoming my dad she’s afraid of me leaving like her mom did. Some-sometimes I think that’s why she expect the worse all the time.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I don’t think that’s why. I can understand why you would think that though.”

He nodded as his eyes closed and he immediately passed out. 

That following morning, Steve work up to a private message on his computer.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I completely understand if you don’t want to see my right now but I want to show you something if that’s ok. My family is having dinner at Enzo’s at 7pm and I would like for you to come. If not that’s ok to. I’ll still love you, Steve Harrington.

#############

Steve had texted you asking what he should wear and you responded by telling him how you were dressed. He found this slightly odd but you told him it would make sense later. Tonight, you were wearing a cute blue sunflower dress with flats and your hair down near your shoulders. In return, he showed up the restaurant wearing one of his solid color polos and a pair of black slacks with some nice black shoes. 

You swooned as soon as you saw him, resisting the urge to tackle him into a big bear hug. 

“You look so good.”

“Thank you. So do you. I like this dress.”, he softly smiled as he lightly tugged on the hem. 

“Dad. This is the boy I was telling you about. This is—”

“Steve Harrington! I know all about you, son. Well, your father.”, your dad chuckles loudly as he firmly shakes the boy’s hand. “This is my wife Meredith…”

Steve reached out to shake her hand as well but she just politely nodded as her eyes scanned him up and down. 

“And these are my other two daughters, Olivia and Savannah.”

“STEP daughters. Hi Steve.”, Olivia coos in a pitch voice that makes you cringe.

“Wow, you are way better looking than we were expecting especially if you’re dating Y/N.”, Savannah giggled. 

You watched his face contort into something more stoic as he stepped back and closer to your side. 

“Alright family! Let’s go get some food.”, your dad hollers playfully as he ushers with his arms for everyone to go inside. 

***

Your father loved Steve, asking him a ton of questions about himself with an animated excitement that had the boy grinning. 

“I’m really glad you could join us, Steve. The girls here usually live with their dad but we try to get together at least once a month for a big family get together to catch up but as I’m sure you’ve notice I do the bulk of the talking.”, he laughed. 

“Not a problem. It’s nice to finally meet Y/N’s family.”

“Have you met his yet, sweetie?”

“I haven’t, dad, but they seem to never be in Hawkins for a long enough time to do so.”

“Well, when you have money to burn like he does, I wouldn’t be home either.”, Meredith sighs as she chugs back the whine in her glass. “But I married an electrician. I guess Y/N’s luckier than me.”

You dad nervously smiles as he glances Steve’s way. “She tends to get a little feisty when she drinks. I’m a fantastic electrician.” Your stepmom snorts at the comment. “I like working with my hands.”

“What about you, Stevie? Do you like working with those big, beautiful hands?”, Olivia flirted.

“I’m, um, probably not as skilled as your dad when it comes to lights and fixing things.”

“Stepdad.”, Savannah corrects. “Don’t worry. We can teach you a thing or two.”

“I’m…I’m good. Y/N shows me enough.” Trying to change the subject he turns towards your father again. “She actually helps me a lot with my schoolwork.”

“Pfft, you may want to reconsider having her tutor you, honey. She has his genes and let’s just say he’s not exactly Einstein.”

Your dad laughs nervously. “Meredith, can I talk to you alone for a moment, please?”

As you watch them get up and walk away from the table, Steve takes your hand in his in your lap.

“So Y/N, how’d you manage to brainwash this one?”

“Oh, you know me, Savannah. I just purchased him out of a catalogue so you both would think I was cool. That’s all I need to feel complete; your validation.”

“Hm. Steve, baby, trust me, you can do some much better.”

He was so busy watching your dad and stepmom fight outside the front door that he hadn’t heard a word either of them had said. When your eyes found his, you almost literally saw the lightbulb in his head go off. 

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Please.”, you happily exhale as he stands and tugs your hand. 

“—I can leave any time I want to! You think I can’t find a better man than you—”

“Y/N, hey, where are you two running off to?”, your father asks, interrupting his wife.

“We’re just going to get some dessert. I’ll be home later.”

“It was very nice meeting you, sir.” Steve shakes his hand one more time before you both run to his car.

##############

“Dude, those women are insane!” You and Steve cackle as he reaches into the Styrofoam container with his fork and takes a bite of the chocolate cake he bought for you to share from the bakery down the street. 

He had driven you to an excluded area of lover’s lake while you talked about the evening. 

“How do you think I feel? God, I don’t know what I’d do if her girls lived with us to. But that’s why I wanted you to see that. Steve, I’m not afraid of you leaving my mother did. I seriously barely remember her. I do however remember all the fights between Meredith and my dad. Her talking down to him constantly and making him feel like garbage. It would kill me if I hurt you like she does.”

“It doesn’t help that you have two Carol’s that come around reiterating that scary feeling.” You nod at his assessment. “Honey, you’re nothing them I assure you.”

“And you are nothing like your father.” You point your fork at him as you widen your eyes playfully making him smile. “I love you, Steve. Very much.”

“I love you to, Y/N.”

Grinning, you lean forward to give him a kiss. 

“I’ve never been to Lover’s Lake before. What does one do here?”

“Wanna go for a swim?”

“Oh, Steve—”

“Come on! There’s no one around.”, he chuckles as he gets out of his car and you do the same. 

After removing your clothes, Steve holds your hand as you both jump in, giggling when he bounces back up and shakes his now flat hair out of his face.

“Why are you laughing at me?”

“Because…” you smile as you swim over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “It’s so odd not seeing your hair all floofy.”

“Floofy? That’s fucking cute.”

“No, what’s fucking cute is you when you’re drunk. ‘You’re an angel right?’”, you mimic in his voice as he laughs and begins floating around with you in his arms.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. What else did I say? Anything incriminating?”

“Hmmm…no. Well except you’re going to work hard and buy me a big house.”

“That’s true.”

“Apparently, we are having six kids!”

“Yup. Three boys and three girls.”, he grins.

“And… you said when you saw me that night at the Halloween dance…you knew you wanted to marry me.”

Steve’s hands slide a bit lower down your back as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Yeah, that’s true to. You took my breath away.”

“Steve…”

 He beams down at you as his fingers come up to move a strand of hair that was sticking to your cheek. 

“I fell for you the moment we started talking online. Remember, I told you I knew you were different. It was just an added benefit that you are fucking gorgeous.” You roll your eyes in jest making his smile grow as he holds you tighter. “You were the most BEAUTIFUL girl at that dance.” Steve spun you around as you giggled clinging to his neck as your fingers wound in his hair. 

“Jesus and then you kissed me…” He groaned as his head fell in the nook between your neck and shoulder while he continued to murmur against your skin. “You tasted so good; I swear I fucking dreamed about it.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did.” Steve lips lightly trailed along your neck up to your ear. “I could still feel your hand on my dick to. I fantasized about those tiny hands around me.”

Your own palm slithered between your bodies as you took ahold of his cock and began stroking him under the water.

“Like that, baby?”

“Fuck, yes, honey, exactly like that.”, he whimpered as he sucked the flesh along your throat. 

“What else did you fantasize about that night, Steve? Tell me.”

“I—shit—I pictured you on your knees in front of me in-in a bra and panties wearing that mask—that’s it, baby—just looking up at me with those beautiful eyes while you stroked my cock.”

You moaned his name and it became almost too much for him as he swam back with you in tow towards the shoreline. Lifting you in his arms, he opened his back seat, and laid you down on your back before climbing in with you.

“Wait! Fuck, I’m…we’re going to get your car all wet.”

“Least of my worries right now, honey.”

“Do you have anything?”

You can’t help but giggle as you watch his soaking wet frame lean between his front seats as he reaches for his glove compartment and aggressively digs around until he finds a condom. After he crawls back to you, he leans back on his knees as he tears the foil with his teeth. 

You loved that you had this effect on him. Steve Harrington always seemed so confident out among the student body and citizens of Hawkins but when it came to you he always felt so lucky to have you that he wanted everything to be perfect. 

Reaching behind your head, he reorganized some of his jackets as a makeshift pillow before lining himself up with your entrance. 

“Please, Steve. I need you.”

You both mewled as he gradually began guiding himself into you. You and Steve had been together for months now but you still weren’t used to his size. He was the biggest person you had ever been with and it still took some adjusting. Your palm shot out to rest on his lower stomach as his thumb massaged slow circles into your clit while he did small thrusts allowing him to fill you inch by inch. 

“F-Fuck, baby. That’s it. You’re doing so good. Taking my cock so fucking well.”, he praised. “Goddamn, Y/N. So fucking tight…you drive me crazy, baby.”

When his hips finally connected with yours, Steve leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips as he bent one of your legs, holding your thigh and pushing it forward till your knee was near your chest. Moaning into you his mouth, he steadily pumped into you, his length dragging against your walls and his tip coming back to roughly glide along your sensitive spot. 

“St-Steve—fuck—harder. Please.”

He grunted as he did what your asked, the car rocking underneath you as you gripped the seat. When his glassy lust filled eyes met yours, he smirked as he released your leg and fell on to your body, pushing himself deeper into your cunt as he rolled his hips.

“Oh! Ba-baby… fuck… just like that, Steve.”

The man lifted his head, hovering his face just above yours as he whispered against your lips. 

“Like that, honey? Are you gonna cum, pretty girl? That’s right. Cum, Y/N. Cum all over my cock and moan my name. I love hearing you moan my name as your eyes roll back. Mmm—do you think you can keep them on me tonight?”

Subtly nodding, your mouth falls open, panting his name against his skin as you came hard around him. Your eyes never left his and he nodded in approval as he thrust his hips faster into yours. 

“Good girl. So fucking sexy when you cum. I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I-I love you to, Steve. Cum, baby, please.”

His forehead fell on yours as he tried to keep his own eyes. At the last minute, they squeezed shut as he whimpered and spilled into the condom. 

“Fuck… Are you ok, honey?”

“Yeah. Go slow.”

Steve’s hair tickles your face as he glances between you both and carefully pulls out of your now sore but satisfied body. 

“I know, baby. I know. Oh shit. You’re shaking. Hang on.”, he coos as he climbs out to open the trunk and grab a towel. When he crawls back in he wraps it around you as well as one of the jackets you had been using as a pillow before tugging you to his side. 

The two of you sit there in a comfortable silence as he occasionally runs his hands along your arms trying to warm you. 

“I wish we could fall asleep together.”, you sigh as you lean on his shoulder.

“Well, we have a couple more months until we graduate and then 2 months of summer…”

“I was thinking we could look for a place and move in during the summer. That way we can be settled before school starts.”

“We aren’t going to be able to get anything fancy.”

“Steve, you know I don’t care about that.”

The man heavily exhales before he shifts his gaze to you. 

“Do you remember the other day when I told you my dad wanted to talk to me again about my future? Yeah, it was more of a ‘I’m cutting you off’ conversation.”

“What? Why?”

“To teach me a lesson. I couldn’t get into school and I don’t want to work for his stupid company so…”, he shrugs.

Tilting you head, you tenderly kiss his cheek. 

“We’ll be ok. We can figure it out.”

****

It was a little after midnight when he dropped you off back home and as you got ready for bed your phone dinged with a message from Steve. 

Hey did you set up that webcam I got you?

Sir! Haven’t you seen enough of me today?! 

Yes I set it up AND it has sound. 

I can never see enough of you : ).

Sign in and turn it on. 

It takes you moment to do what he asks as your computer slowly loads up but once you finally have it running, you grin when you see his face illuminate that little box in the corner of the IM. 

StealthyNinja02: Hey beautiful.

“Hey handsome.”

StealthyNinja02: I was thinking about what you said about falling asleep together. If you’re comfortable with it, we can leave these on.

He points towards his camera.

StealthyNinja02: We don’t have to do it every night but I know you and I had a rough couple of days. I was just about to crawl into bed myself and all I could think about was how I wish you were in my arms. I figured this could be a substitute. 

Your desk was adjacent to the side of your bed so he wouldn’t have any problems seeing you. Steve’s camera got the end of his bed so all you would see is his hair and feet. 

“Okay.”

His eyes followed you as you got under your covers and faced your screen. He did the same except you noticed he grabbed a pillow and laid his head towards the end of his bed so you could actually see his face making you smile. 

“Good night, prince charming. I love you.”

Your phone vibrated and you quickly read it before your eyes became too heavy to keep open. 

Sweet dreams, honey. I love you to.”

##########

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[oflgtfol]

Okay same venom 2003 anon again. I dont have anything else to add to what ur saying as again i didnt read venom 2003 So im just nodding respectfully and wisely to everything your saying but re ur tags is the artist you mean Humberto Ramos? Bc if it is if it helps he's a pretty unpopular artist amongst people (though usually for criticisms about his art being “too cartoony” instead of anything meaningful like the objectification of women which i personally despise when people do that. No more realism sexy super models i want hyper stylisation ONLY in my comic books just to piss those people off). I also personally do not care about him as an artist no hate nor respect towards him but again the bar is so low 😭 ive seen so many genuinely boring deeply misogynistic artists who treat women the exact same awful objectifying way but who get passes in comic book spaces because their art is more Conventionally Likeable. Like if im gonna be forced to see a woman be drawn as only one body type and face and breasting boobily id much rather take the uglier style or the more stylised style just to have something Interesting To Look At then Another Boring Generic Guy Drawing Semi Realism with Soft Shading Based off 1950s Pin ups but thats just me personally as a lifelong comic book guy

YES HUMBERTO RAMOS. i hate the venom 2003 art but in the past two hours i've come to realize that humberto ramos is my real enemy here and the only real fault of venom 2003 is its resemblance of ramos's art (of course in addition to its own home brewed sexism).

i really love stylized art and i hate realistic styles. i love the classic ASM look because it struck a nice balance between the two: the 1960s-80s need to depict the human form in a standardized, realistic way (likely due to toy sales, at least if its caused by the same phenomenon of 80s cartoons, a la he-man, having that same look to them), but the flat colors, limited color palette, and cell shading were so so wonderfully simple and sleek in a really fun way. gave such a distinct Look to the comic, and the simplicity of the colors also made the realistic lineart not too realistic. it just felt very intentional, very careful, very creative with their technological limitations, and it's such a timeless look that has aged so well even still to the 2020s

so while i love the classique look, i also love when comic styles go even further to really break the mold and stylize further!! herrera in venom 2003, and ramos's whole *gestures broadly* COULD be good, if only they were done a little bit more purposefully, and yknow, minus the outrageous sexism

and yes sexism is overall so entrenched in marvel comics and i wouldn't be surprised if it also infected literally all other comic companies out there, considering We Live In A Society. anyone who dares to argue that misogyny doesn't exist needs to go become a comic geek and read hundreds of marvel comics and see

1. how utterly shallow women are characterized compared to their male counterparts

2. how female characters so rarely get to exist on their own outside of a male character; ie. female characters who are only side characters for a male hero, or superheroines who are literaly just "female version of xyz popular male character!", etc etc etc

3. the way women are visually depicted compared to men. men, especially the superheroes, are still subject to white patriarchal standards of beauty of course, but the huge muscles they're drawn with are a form of power, a "look how cool i am." you will never get that with a female character. they are only ever depicted with the same fucking face, the same fucking body type, the same fucking curves and tasteful cleavage and pouty lips and cat eye makeup.

4. and while the men have these like insane muscles that do not exist irl, they at least get to POSE in ways that are not sexualized. the women characters, even if their designs are not objectifying, will still be posed so that their butts face the camera, they have a pretty side profile to show off the silhouette of their breasts, etc. if you really pay careful attention to the way women are placed in comic panels compared to men it's so insane. so fucking insane

but yknow, all of those things tend to manifest in subtle ways, ways that you really can only pick up when you've read so many comics over a decent amount of time, and when you're otherwise prepared to read for and pick up on sexist elements. so i guess i REALLY draw my line and get pissed the fuck off beyond belief when comic writers and/or artists then begin to just be, blatantly, fucking sexist. a la those terrible panels from ASM spider island. a la that one she-hulk issue. a la spider-man/red sonja. when it's blatant it means you give NO fucks, it means you don't even believe women are people because you don't expect them to be engaging your works and thus you don't expect any sort of audience outcry from your blatant sexism, it means you literally only see women as objects for your male audience to oogle over, it's beyond frustrating

[cornus27florida]

Just for fun, I want to share all the shennanigans in the discord about his 'permanently-cowlicked' like a broom dried in wrong angle style lmao... From Wiki, the hair explanation...

He has "permanently cowlicked" golden blond (although they have the same hair color, Leland has called his hair as "vomit-colored") hair that is made up towards the left, while some of it falls in bangs over his forehead; his hairstyle is described by the Cursed Princess Club to be "like a broom that dried at the wrong angle". 

So the starter is here the pic.. Credit to Suparcali !!! @https://www.tumblr.com/stardustfoureva @stardustfoureva^^

Frederick's hair is such ridiculous kind of style but he's the embodiment of Plaid 'Princes' hair joined to be one... And not only from the hair color from his father. I just realize recently!

Lance: base of the hair around the skull line, and near the ear

Leland: that 'upwoosh thing' that make his hair permanently cowlicked - come from the Plaid King but for Frederick he only has a part of hair that raise unlike all of the hair

Blaine: bangs which make his 'pony' hair longer than Lance while not raising like Leland. This the reason why his hair like a broom BUT not on calm - ordinary broom because upwoosh thingy. @randomgentlefolk sorry for the ping but I remember about your tips to drawing Frederick's hair = a broom hahaha

Random Quotes about Frederick's hair (and other Plaid 'Princes' in the extension) as the following :

His hair style such combination of his family members lmao And there Frederick hair has all complexities of plaid princes style Frederick ily sm but I wanna tell that drawing your hair is nightmare I love Frederick, favorite character, best boy...but his hair is a nightmare to draw Its her own fault to make him the secondary MC hahahh Thermidora can help with that - cut off come bits of hair and i'Ll be much better leland doesnt understans the complexities of his cut smh my heas Artist usually do all of those when for example working on an animated series or something

I find LambCat herself probably frustated, Frederick is the only character that has 5 poses of him in character design to draw his hair -> refers to character design in VOL 1

so : front, side left, side right, 1/4 (?) and back

so extra - aw all of his side are smiling softly!

wait, more accurate to say 1/8 on the left - 3/4 on the right (to show his face if look on right side), and complete half (1/2)

Very similar indeed, no one can't convince me otherwise Yup! Honestly all characters will have their fans heh, except maybe Leland unless they change his design and make him sexy hahha His younger version is sexy damn So much similar with Frederick espc that scene where he's blushing over baby Laverne FRED WITH RED EYES AAAGH NOOOOOOO Hoping no bald Fred Blaine should be chibi too He thinks hes too cool

Isolde please let your fabulous hair genes be strong to Fred

So his lovely golden hair will forever there like yours

I think baldness depends of the mother side so ... ISOLDE PLEASE

The closing post is random screenshoots of Plaid Princes :

[izzysarchivedblogs]

HE KNOWS THERE'S NOTHING TO BE JEALOUS OVER. Certain that he doesn't have a right to, it's more of a joke-half-flirt to allude to that fact that Clint can be possessive. IN THE FUN WAY. Even though for the fact, that his jealousy could and did spawn in an not cute-sexy way. IT COULD BE BOTH.

He holds a stare with Tony, a smirk on his lips and he holds it. Winks again at the end of it before their attention to Tony.

A laugh leaves him, as Tony brings him the travel cup to him and Clint without question takes a sip. ❝ It's only like, what, not even 10 o'clock yet, but we'll be in a rush soon. ❞ It's cute that Tony didn't even pay attention to the times of everything. They had just eaten breakfast, it's the fault of Tony's own schedule screwing him up. There's a reason that Clint feels bad, because they have maybe forty five minutes each between appointments than AA meeting today. Something of which he knows Tony will have an inevitable cranky Brandy (and Clint). Hopefully he can get baby Starbrand to nap while Clint's in PT for two hours.

❝ PT is at 12:15 for two hour, than therapy at 3:35 for an hour, and then AA opens doors at five, right? ❞ They would probably need to leave at noon, and it was going to be a crunch at risk of being late for the therapy appointment because they weren't closest offices to each other. Therapy was in the Lower East Side, which will be an annoying problem for Clint later when he moves back to Brooklyn. The PT offices were in Brooklyn and than Clint sees why Tony likes this AA meeting place, which will be a trek for Clint to get to when he moves back home to Bed-Stuy, so he might have to look for another place in case he doesn't want to keep up the trek.

HE NEEDED TO FIGURE OUT THE APARTMENT SITUATION. Call to see why he hasn't been contacted about no rent unless Tony's taken care of it, which is another problem onto its own.

❝ I mentioned that I was really frustrated the PT office moved what was suppose to be yesterday's appointment to today, right? Cause I'm really going to hate today. ❞ And he couldn't reschedule his therapist because than he wouldn't be getting therapy until the end of next week. IT'S ALL A LOT OF STRESS.

❝ Breaking my nose more like it. ❞ He rubs at his nose, but it doesn't even hurt. Just playing it up for sympathy.

Clint snorts, ❝ We're starting a band her and I. Guess who she's letting be lead singer, but she's the rest of the band. ❞ She bangs blocks again, before Tony is standing her up. ❝ Wow, so tall Brandy, taller than my block tower- ❞ and she's kicked it over.

❝ Aw, the economy in Brandy city is terrible; buildings keep falling. ❞

The warning about jealousy sounds like a joke, but also not like a joke. It makes Tony panic a little. Not that he was the kind of guy who cheated. Well - he hoped he wasn't the kind of guy who cheated. And he also had a little bit of a jealous streak too. But more than that, he was a big flirt and people often threw themselves at him. He hoped that things didn't go south with him and Clint just because Tony was Tony.

That anxiety was going to follow him around all day, and they weren't even dating yet. He'd need to talk to his own therapist about it when he had a choice.

He opens up his phone with the website for the math museum so Clint can see what he's talking about and goes about getting ready.

When Clint says he has a few hours before physical therapy, Tony curses and brings the travel coffee over to Clint. "Thought we were in a rush," he said putting the cup on the coffee table.

He took a seat next to Clint and nudges him. "We beating up Birdy, Brandy? Kicking his butt?"

Brandy squeaked in reply and banged a block on another block. "Oh yeah, kid. You'll be a great percussionist."

Tony uses the opportunity on the floor, to keep his leg pressed up against Clint. He took Brandy's hands and pulled her up to her feet. "There you go," he said. "Such a big girl, standing there like that."

[allisonlol]

Hii can I have hcs for Chuuya and Fyodor (u can add others if u want) about how they’d treat their s/o the morning after sexy times 😳 Like if s/o was in pain from the previous night or something, Thank you😊

a/n: awe yes u can !! i love this request sm <3 i went and added ranpo to this bc…ofc i had to

warnings: none, really?? vague mentions of sex, nothing explicit tho

- Morning After HC’s -

(Chuuya, Fyodor, Ranpo)

Chuuya Nakahara

he’s gonna feel really bad if ur in any kind of pain the morning after :(

the second you wake up he’s gonna be asking if you are alright

if he sees any discomfort on ur face he’ll panic internally a bit

he knows he can be pretty rough & aggressive sometimes although he tries not to be

(unless ur into that, in which case he’s all for it 😌)

however, chuuya is super soft for u so seeing you in any kind of pain (especially bc of him) makes him feel really guilty

a worried bby :( he’ll keep softly asking if ur alright occasionally throughout the day

“do you feel better now?? i didn’t hurt you too badly right??” 🥺

HES SO SWEET PLS JUST REASSURE HIM THAT YOURE OKAY AND ITS BARELY ANY PAIN

he hella overreacts too

if you try to do ANYTHING that exerts yourself he’ll literally YELL at you for not letting him do it instead 😭

like chuuya sweetie please calm down,,,this is ur fault in the first place

10/10 boyfriend tho, he just really cares about you and gets concerned easily <3

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

writing for him is sm fun lol

anyways

if you wake up the morning after with any kind of pain he’s gonna be so proud of himself lmao

this mf will SMIRK at you

“aww, does it hurt?” (😳)

tbh i feel like he has two different sides in bed ?? like he’s either slow & gentle or rough and fast paced, there’s no in between

usually the latter tho so expect to be sore 🙄

he will low key make fun of you for being in pain </3 it’s just harmless teasing tho he still cares for & loves u

after awhile tho if it still hurts he’ll feel a tiny bit sorry…emphasis on tiny

will kiss your forehead and softly express that he feels bad about it

“i apologize for any pain i’ve caused you, dear” <3

don’t let this fool you entirely tho,,,he’s still very self satisfied that he was able to have such an effect on you physically lol

Ranpo Edogawa

writing this one from experience bc i’m a ranpo fucker 🥳

jk i wish

anyways the morning after ranpo would probably completely forget what even transpired the night before 💀

he’d be getting ready for work when he sees you sit up and look a bit pained

literally tilts his head to the side and says “what’s wrong with u ??”

PLS

you just give him a look like “…” & then he remembers lol

cue flustered ranpo 🥰 the cutest

he gets more serious at this point and checks to make sure you’ll be fine enough to go to work with him

(you are)

i cant see the pain being TOO BAD with him bc like…idk he doesn’t seem like he’d be that intense of a person in bed

not saying it’s impossible tho 😳

he’ll share ALL his snacks with you to compensate for it

also kinda hovers near you throughout the day (he does this usually tho so it’s not that out of the ordinary)

wont apologize but that’s just bc he’s not sorry for what happened,,,if u catch my drift

a/n: AHH i had sm fun writing these, ty for the request 🥰 hope u enjoyed

song i listened to while writing: nosebleeds by rainne

Thank you!

[get-shiggy-with-it]

Book Drop Boy (Twice x Reader)

✧ pairing: library student worker!Twice x afab!student!Reader

✧ word count: 9.9k

✧ ao3 mirror

✧ warnings: college au/no quirks, maladaptive daydreaming (twice), twice is chaotic af, commits library related crimes, use of the term sweetheart a few times, smut, vaginal fingering/sex, doggy style, afab terms, no pronouns for reader, gratuitous swearing this is potentially the softest thing I've ever written, like she's pretty tame idk what Twice does to me

✧ summary: In which Twice learns that sometimes dreams do come true, except those dreams are just the maladaptive fantasies of a broke library receptionist and, while sexy, also involve more fraud than he expected.

✧ a/n: Hey y'all, this is set in the same universe as my shiggy college piece, but you don't need to have read that. There are some fun little easter eggs though if you have tho. This is like the most tame thing I've ever written and it's way longer than it was meant to be but oh well. Anyway, Twice deserves some love. Enjoy <3

Logically, Jin was aware you probably had no idea who the fuck he was.

But that really didn’t have any effect on the wildly intricate fantasy life he had created for the two of you during his long shifts behind the library reception desk. That, in fact, was the only reason he hadn’t up and quit just to save himself the embarrassment of another loud outburst in the middle of the most silent place on campus.

What was truly more shocking was the fact that none of those said outburst had gotten his ass kicked straight out the door.

But he held out.

If only for you.

Late nights or lazy afternoons you were always in the campus library—studying he assumed or…

'Studying,' because a lot of the time he noticed you’d show up with a drink from the cafe a few blocks down, set out a line of colored pens and not touch a single one of them for hours, content to stare blankly at the chipped desktop. And even that Jin was more than happy to watch.

He did a lot of watching.

Mostly because he wasn’t permitted to leave the desk unattended unless there were piling up returned books which needed to be replaced quickly.

So instead, he pretended to be busy scrolling through something on his old as hell monitor—which was conveniently set up directly across from the comfy chair/desk combo you always managed to grab—and he indulged in day dreams where you’d bring him a coffee from the cafe when you came in and set it on his desk, maybe kiss him on the cheek, maybe loiter by his workstation and play with his hair and—

Yeah.

It was a lot.

But you were always in that chair, always working or pretending to work and you never seemed to notice the uninterrupted hours of staring Jin did, so what was the harm?

If you never knew, you’d never get creeped out—cause it was creepy, he knew that, oh fuckin' boy did he know it was real goddamn weird.

He just couldn’t seem to give it up. Especially when the conditions presented perfectly for some good uninterrupted, totally not stalker-y at all, fantasizing.

Sometimes he thought you might have some mundane superpower that let you always snatch that perfect seat right across from his computer, and made it so the library was just cool enough that he’d get to watch you shrug on that cute extra sweatshirt you always brought. So he could catch a glimpse of some skin—in a totally normal and not invasive way—when your arms went over your head. So he could imagine it was his ratty old sweaters you were wearing just so you could smell him on you and god he really wanted to get close enough to smell you—was that too weird? No. Yes? No.

Not at all.

But the best part, the part that really convinced him on those awful days when he really just could not be bothered to drag himself out of bed and walk the couple blocks to campus just to sit in awful silence alone, in his head alone with the fucking thoughts that made him want to rip his hair out—

What made it worth it was those times every few weeks when your classes would get new assigned readings. Because then you’d have to check out new textbooks, since you were one of those geniuses that had figured out the library kept a ton of those books in stock. Of course you were, cause you were fucking perfect.

And when you had to check out new books, you had to come to reception.

Jin got to watch as your lovely figure moved through the stacks like you were ballroom dancing along the halls of faded, sea-green shelves, almost floating over the linoleum trying to find just the right volume in the right addition before anyone else beat you to it.

It was one of the most gorgeous things he’d ever seen.

Spinner would call him a fucking simp if he ever dared to uttered any of that out loud, but it didn’t matter.

If it was you, he’d simp for fucking life.

And then, you’d walk that fucking glorious ass over to his desk and plop the books down, smiling—cause you were polite like that, so fucking perfect he couldn’t hardly believe it sometimes—and asking how his day was while he checked you out in every sense of the phrase.

In a completely platonic and not freaky way.

So Jin kept coming to work, to that god awful job he really hated and which hated him just as vehemently. He clocked in every day and waited patiently like a fucking puppy counting the hours till its workaholic owner arrived home, ears perking up when you walked through the door and flashed your ID to the attendant.

If only for that.

He’d put up with his boss’ complaints and the weird stares he got when the thoughts just wouldn’t stay in his head anymore and he had to start talking to himself to fill the silence.

If only for that.

Those few hours when he could lose himself in the fake inner life where you were waiting for him when his shift let out, waiting to gather him, tired and understimulated, into your arms. Where you’d sneak into the back room with him just to chat and lace your fingers with his and maybe sit that fucking wonderful ass up on the tables so he could stand in between your thighs and you’d pull him down to—

Yeah.

That was enough.

***

It wasn’t until Tuesday when he had to come in again that week, and he already knew it was gonna suck balls.

Friday he’d gotten another round of complaints from some stuck up fucking business students—it was always the fucking business majors with those silver spoons so far up their asses—snitching to his boss that he’s been ‘disruptive’ and ‘disturbing’ during his last shift.

“Not my fucking fault,” he muttered under his breath, kicking a rock along the side walk he’d picked up two blocks before. “Yes it is. No it’s not!”

Jin groaned and tugged at his hair, wishing he’d brought a Tylenol or something to curb the headache that was already sticking it’s ugly ass claws into his temples. He really, really heavily contemplated just ditching, calling in sick or some shit. Technically he was a student worker, so they had to work with his DRS accommodation and he was actually having a bad fucking time.

But one of his friends had already texted to ask if he’d try and reserve them that sweet ass study room on the third floor and Jin wasn’t really looking to disappoint anyone else this week. Besides, it was fun to abuse his minuscule power. Fun to go corrupt for once. Fight the system and all that.

He liked to think you’d be proud of him for it, based on the kinds of texts you checked out at least.

So, he dragged his sad ass back to the looming library looking far too much like a prison than was necessary and clocked in. Actually, the first thing he did was check the chair—your chair and nobody else’s chair, he might actually make a fucking scene if somebody ever did steal it—and his face visibly fell when you were not occupying it.

It was a bit early, Jin supposed as he paused briefly when he noticed the can of Monster and rando vending machine chips sitting next to it by the reception computer. The sticky note slapped to the top read 'For your troubles' in familiar handwriting and that pulled a bit of a smile from him as he quickly rearranged the scheduling of study room sign ups so the fancy third floor room would be free for the rest of the night.

Then Jin sat, staring at the study room schedules for a moment, feeling his eyes softly glaze over until a hand slapped down on the raised lip of the reception desk.

“Hey bro,” Spinner greeted him with a wild smile and a flurry of bright pink hair.

Jin had to blink a few extra times to get his vision to clear. When it did he saw, horrifyingly, that he’d been staring at the fucking blank screen for two hours without moving.

Why was it that his head was either deadly quiet, devoid of even a single errant thought or so loud as fucking shit at all times that he couldn’t physically keep the thoughts in?

“Hey, dude, what’s up?” Jin asked, running a hand through his unruly hair.

“Aren’t you supposed to like shush me or something?”

Spinner chuckled a bit at his own god awful joke and Jin couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed, too glad for the company.

“I mean,” he shrugged, popping the can of Monster and ignoring the dirty looks he got for the sound. “I would if I was, uh, good at my job.”

“Which I’ve heard you definitely are not,” Spinner wrapped his fingers over the lip of the desk and leaned back on his heels, swaying side to side idly.

“You’re just figuring that out now?”

Jin didn’t bother watching while Spinner nearly tripped over himself fidgeting as he spun to stand at the little gate that corralled Jin inside like livestock. He was too busy glancing over to check you hadn’t slipped in while his brain had taken a trip to the astral plane without him.

“No, I been knew, but my sources tell me you’ve gone off the rails my friend,” long legs stepped over the wooden partition until the only friend he had who was quite possibly more annoying than Jin himself was sat on the counter next to his computer. “Finally been radicalized have you?”

Jin huffed and sipped his Monster, “Guess it fuckin’ took me long enough.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Spinner was messing about with the stacks of multicolored sticky notes littered across the desk before glancing up to wink at Jin. “So what can I get you to do for me in exchange for free food?”

“Now I really am gonna fucking shush you,” Jin smashed his finger against Spinners grin only to get a hand covered in spit for his trouble.

“Right, right,” Spinner held his hands up in defeat, “can’t have you cheating on your sweetheart.”

“Not my—yes I’m in a committed fictional relationship thank you very much—ugh!”

Jin could feel the heads shooting up from laptop screens and textbooks to stick daggers in his back with their angry stares. Spinner at least had the good sense to look a little fucking guilty for egging him on.

“Sorry bro, I had to shoot my shot ya know?” a hand disappeared into the mop of bubblegum locks in apology.

“It’s fine…” Jin trailed off, mumbling and blushing more than a little profusely as he turned to check the book drop box. “Not like I’m ever gonna fuckin’ shoot mine anyway.”

“Oh we are not gonna have that kinda of shit discussion,” Spinner’s hand shot out and grabbed him firmly by the shoulders, spinning Jin in his chair. “On god bro, we’re gonna get you a date one of these days.”

Jin didn’t dignify that kind of lie with a response.

Spinner once again, had the good sense to not push the envelope any farther.

“And in the meantime, you can come to the League meeting tonight!”

“Your gaming club thing?”

“Yeah, it’s Smash night and we need to fill a space sooooo…”

Jin knew Spinner and his roommate—the same friend who he’d gone study room rogue for—had started a gaming club their freshman year. Spinner had been trying to strong arm him into attending ever since. To, as he put it, ‘socialize,’ and ‘make new friends.’ All things which Jin was patently horrible at and avoided like the plague.

Needless to say, he’d refused every time.

It wasn’t just the whole being alone with like two people he kinda knew in a room full of strangers. Games themselves were just a lot for him. The flashing colors and the loud noises made his head—which was already so fucking full all the time and he really needed to keep any extra scrap of space for extra random facts he picked up about you and your future married life together—get a bit misaligned.

They just weren’t his jam most of the time.

“I’m good, thanks for the offer though,” Jin twisted out of Spinner’s grasp and craned his head to check your seat again.

Still empty.

He sighed.

Spinner continued to ramble and Jin continued to only half listen. It wasn’t as pleasant to day dream when you weren’t there for the added visual aesthetic. And he was trying to not be a dick and ignore the one friend he had managed to keep around over the years. But it was hard when his mind had a mind of its own.

Wow.

Meta.

“Jin?”

The voice—deep and dark in such a dramatically ominous way it might have been funny if it didn’t belong to his permanently disgruntled supervisor—interrupted his already derailing train of thought.

“Oh, uh, hello sir,” Jin stuttered, turning to find Kurogiri leaning against the reception desk with one arm, turning only slightly to accommodate Spinner’s form bolting over the gate and out the library doors.

He did manage to throw a fading, “See ya later, bro” over his shoulder before he disappeared around the corner.

Yeah thanks for the warning, bro.

“Aren’t you supposed to be reshelving the books from the drop box?” Kurogiri sighed, perpetually disappointed in a way that had Jin’s face burning and shame bubbling up in his throat.

He hated this job. He was objectively terrible at it, and so usually he wouldn’t give that much of a shit at not doing it well. Kurogiri just had some type of vibe—like daddy but not in the sexy way Spinner always joked about—that made it really, really upsetting to let him down.

Father figure? Yeah that's what it was called.

“Right, yeah um, sorry,” Jin nodded quickly and leapt from his chair, only mildly bruising his knee on the desk as he reached to empty the book drop.

Another incorporeal sigh was the only acknowledgement he received as he loaded the cart with wheels louder than Jin on a particularly bad day and rolled the pile of books back to the stacks. He paused once more, just before the sea green shelving units swallowed him up, to sneak another futile peak at your chair. But it still sat empty—empty and lonely with no you and cold without your body pressed against the worn upholstery.

Jin felt a chill too, a slow tingling thing that worked its way up from the base of his spine. It drove him deeper into the walls of books, away from the empty spaces.

It was harder to look.

Harder to be reminded of what he did not have.

Of what he’d never have cause he was too much of a goddamn pussy to ever just fucking talk to you—

But then what if he did? What if he did talk to you? What would happen then?

Those were the types of questions he tried to avoid when crafting your intricate, fictional lives together. Precisely because they were the easiest to answer.

You’d realize within the first five minutes or so of conversation—if Jin could even make it that far without embarrassing himself—that he was just a generic brand weirdo that all your pretty, normal, aesthetically pleasing friends would warn you to stay away from and because you were also pretty and normal and not a fucking idiot, you’d have the common sense to listen.

He’d lose you in the blink of an eye.

Your chair would sit cold and empty forever and the imaginary garden he’d been planting for you to come imaginarily home too would wilt and die like all the other happy thoughts in his head.

It was quite the conundrum and one Jin was not keen to solve soon.

Not that things ever really went his way. Cause problems could only be avoided for so long before all that time spent ignoring them came back to bite him full on the ass.

Which, apparently, came this time in the form of what had to be quiet, muffled sobbing drifting in between the shelves from the back hallway.

It was dark here in this section of the building—free of most windows so as not to cause any sunning damage to the books—and Jin had seen more than enough horror movies to know that it was a horrendous idea to follow the ominous crying sounds coming from the bowls of this old as fuck building. But even as he made up his mind to ignore it, the hand currently working one of the returns back into its proper place dropped the book to his cart as his feet slowly turned to face the corridor.

He looked around skeptically for a second, not entirely certain his poor brain hadn’t simply malfunctioned again, as it was wont to do, and fabricated the sound entirely. But as he peaked out from between the stacks, and down the dimly lit hall, he heard it again.

Echoey and soft in the wide, empty space it—was definitely coming from the hall and it was definitely a person.

Jin caught himself moving without ever meaning too, the books laying forgotten as he crept towards the source of the noise and paused just before leaving the stacks entirely. This hall was full of small alcoves built into the centuries old walls and led to the lesser used storage portions of the library that only the janitorial staff and the university librarians ever entered. He really didn’t want to stumble across someone from the special collections department bawling over a damaged or lost manuscript.

But his wayward feet pushed him forward, too sympathetic for his own good. He found himself shuffling down the abandoned hall, peering into each small dip in the walls to find the source of his distraction.

And when he did, Jin was—for once in his life—thankful for his lack of self-preservation instincts.

And cursed his blatant lack in interpersonal skills.

Because it was you.

You curled with your knees to your chest and your head in your hands, shoulders shaking, as you cried into your palms.

The universe had handed him maybe the only golden opportunity he would ever get on right on a platter.

But Jin didn’t have a fucking clue what do with it.

And there certainly wasn’t much time to formulate a game plan as his nervous breathing and sudden intake of breath upon discovering his imaginary lover sniffling right in front of him, had certainly alerted you to his presence.

Your head shot up in an instant, knocking dully against the stone wall with a thud.

“Shit,” you cursed and hands flying up to cover the area as Jin jumped on the spot at your outburst.

“Are you okay?” he asked lamely as you glanced over at him, eyes red and wet and so fucking sad oh fucking god, widening as you realized you’d been caught.

“Huh? Ye—oh uh, yes,” your words came out jumbled, legs unfolding quickly to push yourself off the bench and hands wiping furiously at your eyes. “I’m fine, sorry.”

“You sure about that?”

Jin cringed visibly and frowned at the way you deflated under his stare. God the first fucking time he actually talks to you and he already made an ass of himself.

Spinner’s roommate was such a liar, it really fucking sucked to be right sometimes.

“I mean,” you crumpled back down onto the ledge and Jin took a careful step closer, “no, but yes. Like I’m definitely having a breakdown in the back of the fucking library but I don’t wanna, uh, bother you with that. So, yeah I’m good.”

“You can bother me,” he replied way too fucking quickly.

But he couldn’t really be embarrassed about it. Your voice was just so captivating, and you weren’t talking to him in that raised pitch anymore like you usually did—the way everyone does when they’re trying to be surface level and polite. No this was your voice how you sounded when you were relaxing with your friends or making breakfast in the morning or talking to yourself in the shower (he liked to think you did that, or sang maybe as you worked the soap into your skin, one of the two but he always imagined you filled silences with how fucking pretty you were).

“No, really. That would be weird, right?”

Jin grimaced as you fixed him with a watery yet suspicious stare.

Yeah it was weird.

Everything he did concerning you was weird, objectively. He was definitely being over-familiar and too eager, especially considering you didn’t fucking know him.

But he knew you.

Jin felt like he’d known you for all months he’d spent pretending to be by your side.

And you were crying and he had to do something.

“I mean, yeah I guess,” he mumbled, taking a risk and plopped down on the opposite end of the alcove and resting his head on the wall. “But not any weirder than having a breakdown in the employees only section of the library building on a Tuesday.”

You kept staring blankly for a few moments before the most miraculous thing happened.

Jin had to physically stop his jaw from hitting the floor when the quiet giggle bubbled up from your chest and spilled out into the hall, warm enough to melt even the freezing linoleum floor.

“Yeah, you’ve got a point,” your voice cracked a bit as a few more tears slid like pearls down your cheeks.

“My name’s Jin,” he said, shocked stupid both by your laugh and the apparent success of his comforting methods.

“Oh, hi, well I guess I don’t have to call you book drop boy anymore,” you rubbed at your face again and tucked your legs back into your chest, though it looked a bit more relaxed this time.

Not so trying-desperately-to-fade-out-of-existence.

“You called me that?” Jin asked, brain still functioning at half capacity, only shocked at the fact that he existed as a concept in your head enough to have a name and realizing a bit too late how accusatory he must have sounded. “Shit, I mean it’s totally fine I just didn’t think you, uh, well I mean, like, knew about me I guess?”

You finally smiled and his brain power cut out another fourth at being personally graced by the expression this close up.

“Yeah, you always check me out—fuck sorry not that you check me out, just you scan my books and I just called you ‘book drop boy’ in my head cause I never got a chance to ask for your name but I have it now so that’s cool….”

Your head dropped back down to your knees as you groaned and Jin suddenly felt a lot less nervous than he had a few seconds ago.

You were weird too.

For so long you’d existed on this pedestal thousands of feet in the air, and now you were stepping down from the heavens and onto earth. Not in a bad way! Just, Jin had never really stopped to think that you might be a person too.

Well.

No, he knew you were a person, just he never thought you might get flustered and ramble and be nervous in front of him.

Cause he was a fucking train wreck—the bar was so goddamn low.

It was almost as comforting as your smile.

“Oh, yeah sorry I’m not the best at customer service if you couldn’t tell,” he sighed and ran a hand through his wild hair.

You looked back up with a wry grin, “I don’t know, I’d say you’re going above and beyond right now.”

And you were funny.

He was gonna fucking combust.

“Ha, yeah, I try,” he trailed off for a moment before glancing back at your curled in your corner, fuck he could just imagine sitting behind you, your head on his chest while you—”So uh, did you wanna talk about it or…?”

“Uh, yeah,” you picked idly at the grouting of the stone and mumbled, “I guess it’s not so weird if we’re on a first-name basis.

And that was how Jin discovered that you’d been hiding in the back of the library bawling your eyes out for hours—since even before his shift started. Apparently you’d gotten here extra early, even skipped a class, to snag some super specific required text for your final thesis and right before you got to the shelf some jackass swooped in, effectively hit and running with the only copy of that book on campus.

The book in questions was one of the newer additions that had special added footnotes you needed for your paper and was a whopping 500 fucking dollars to rent from every other place online. You couldn’t afford it, and honestly what fucking student could? But you needed it to complete the paper or you’d fail and Jin very much understood the need for a good breakdown after a catastrophe like that.

“Damn, that’s uh, fucking awful,” he frowned on your behalf as your head hit the wall a second time in frustration.

“Yeah so, I’m like royally fucked either way. Now I just gotta decide which hole I’m taking it in I guess,” you groaned.

Jin’s eyebrows raised at your choice of words but they were apt, he supposed. People really do get comfortable with each other pretty quick when bonding over shared institutional rage.

“Well,” he began, wringing his hands nervously at what he was about to suggest. “You might be in luck cause I’ve recently decided to abuse my library powers for good and I maybe, possibly, could try and see if there’s some strings I can pull?”

You perked up a bit, looking at him incredulously.

Jin felt comfortably full under your stare.

“Seriously?”

The word was soft and it bounced off the walls just as much as it did the inside of his skull.

Swapping study rooms to help a friend out was one thing. But falsifying checkout dates for someone he barely knew—had essentially married in his maladaptive fantasies—could get him fired.

He hated this job but he needed it.

Were you worth the risk?

Of course, he found himself thinking without hesitation.

You were everything.

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, any lingering uncertainty washing away at the way you looked at him through your lashes. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it.”

“Are you always this nice?”

Jin didn’t answer right away. He was too caught up in how you’d leaned forward on your hands across the bench, peering like he was some exotic animal or a stray cat in the parking lot—all soft wonderment with fingers curling like they ached to grab hold and rescue him from this parchment scented monotony.

“Not always…”

“Should I feel special then?”

If his face wasn’t red before, it was now. Red and blistering under the summer campfire heat that radiated off you—woodsy and warm and so painfully familiar like an old friend’s hand.

“...I guess you—fucking definitely, ” he quite nearly shouted the last bit, startled by his own volume and already mortified at the outburst but then you chuckled again from beside him.

He turned to see you standing and offering a hand which he gladly too if only to feel the weight of your palm against his.

“Well, you’ll have to let me pay you back then.”

“Oh, no you don’t actually—”

You held a hand up and the words turned to ash on his tongue in an instant, mouth glued shut by your gesture.

“Coffee on me or something, there’s a nice cafe a few blocks from here,” you dropped your hand and your eyes were clear now, no sign of the previous afternoon sobbing alone in the hallway. Jin felt a surge in his chest knowing he was the one who did that. “You gotta pass off the contraband anyway, and I don’t think it would be that great of an idea to do it here.”

God you were fucking perfect.

“Can’t argue with that.”

***

Jin was sweating profusely as he snuck past the library attendant, totally inconspicuous and not not all looking like he was doing a single thing wrong in the slightest.

Yeah they definitely didn’t suspect a thing.

The process of fraud was actually a lot less complicated of an undertaking that Jin had expected. All he had to do was search up the book, find the student that had stolen the success of his sweetheart’s educational career and flag his account. They’d get an automated message about the flag, instructing them to return any borrowed items or they’d be forced to pay fines while the account was examined.

Technically he needed administrator credentials to report student accounts, but luckily Kurogiri had his login info written on a sticky note hidden on the back of the monitor. All in all it was a pretty easy job.

The whole thing had taken only a matter of days, in which time you had returned to the library only twice—the first to get confirmation on the success of Jin’s newest descent into low level crime which had set his heart thundering in his chest as you bent conspiratorially over his desk, your face just inches from his.

The second time, Jin had horrifically been absent from his desk, however he was met with possibly the most wonderful sight of his life upon returning from the labyrinth of shelves.

On one of the hundreds of post-it note pads that littered the library reception area, there were scribbles that he was sure hadn’t been there before. He almost tossed it, but upon closer inspection, you’d written your number there and signed just below it. In the cutest fucking handwriting he’d ever seen—cute not for any stylistic reason, but it simply felt that way just by virtue of it being yours—was written the digits and “-for book drop boy”

The noise he made reading that turned more than a dozen heads and almost got him fired there on the spot before any of his indiscretions were even discovered, but he couldn’t find it in himself to regret it.

So, nerve wrackingly, Jin texted you as he nearly sprinted home from his shift after that piece of shit asshole who made you cry had trudged angrily in and dropped off his ‘stolen’ book.

— HEY IT’S JIN!

— from the library

— shit sorry that wasn’t meant to be in caps

— n e way….

— I’ve intercepted the ~package~ so whenever you’re ready for the hand off, I’m good

Most perfect fucking human being to…

Oh my god thank you so much!!!—

Is tomorrow at like 5ish good for you?—

Also send me your order—

so we don’t have to do that awkward waiting in line for drinks bit—

Holy fuck you multi-texted too! Spinner would roll over in his fucking grave, he hated when Jin did that. But there was always so much to say and he could never think of it all at the same time. Plus, you wanted to save him from that god awful silence where you both stand in line next but he can’t talk cause he has keep repeating his order in his head over and over or he’ll blank when he gets to the register so it’s just this painful weird glancing back and forth—

Ugh, maybe all the shit about manifestation that girl who always loaned him exacto knives in his sculpting class always talked about was real.

Cause there was no way you weren’t just heaven-sent, handcrafted especially for him and all his general brand of weird.

The hours which usually flew by without Jin’s notice dragged all that night. He was so full of excess energy that made his hand shake and his thoughts race, not sure what to do with themselves now that they didn’t need to fantasize about you.

He decided to use all that extra motivation to vacuum the kitchen at 4:30 in the morning, much to his roommates' chagrin. She liked to get a nice solid eight hours every night and constantly reminded Jin of this, trying to sell him on that sleepy time tea before bed, though he really hated the smell of camomile.

Magne may lose out on some of her beauty sleep—not that she needed it and Jin would tell her that constantly, even if he did have some patently horrible judgment most of the time so he wasn’t really the best at offering reassurance—but the kitchen would be clean when she woke up so win-win really.

When she did wake up—wandering out of her room looking effortlessly put together in a way Jin could never hope to emulate—she sat at the table, sipping her tea and appraising him worriedly.

Jin was still in his jeans from the day before, hair spiking in every direction but down, and chewing his nails nervously despite losing most of them to the hour or two of early morning floor scrubbing.

“Babe,” she shook her head slowly, “take a breath.”

“Yeah okay,” he sighed and inhaled deeply, letting himself slide off the couch cushions and to the newly sparkling floors on the exhale.

“There, now wanna share what the hell is going on?”

He glanced up at her from the hardwood and groaned as she looked back down, brows furrowed over her glasses.

“Huhh, okay. So that absolute work of art from the library is meeting me for coffee later cause I have trade over this book I sort of stole, it’s a long story, and I don’t know if it’s a date—it sounds like a date, cause that’s where people go for dates and shit—but it might just be to pay me back for stealing the book. And if it is I’ve only ever been on that one date before which was with fucking Spinner like two years ago so—”

Magne held up a hand to quiet Jin before the speed of his words tied his tongue in physical knots. She looked contemplative, taking another soft sip of tea and nodding her head for a moment getting up to crouch on the floor by his head.

“You think too much for your own good, but never about the right things,” she mumbled, smoothing some of the hair from his face. “Does it really matter if this is a date or not?”

Jin blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” she chuckled in that way people do when kids ask them obvious questions—kindly, appreciative of the curiosity, “either way you cut it, you’ll be spending time with this person you like, yeah?”

“Mhm,” he hummed and sat up to face her as she stood.

“A date is just hanging out with a special name anyway,” Magne’s hands were firm but gentle as she hoisted Jin off the floor and onto his feet. “You’ll be fine.”

His shoulders slumped both in mild relief and dejection that he’d waisted so much precious time he could have been preparing possible topics of conversation or strategies to ask you out for real date on worrying over how this first time would go.

How did Magne always fucking know all this stuff?

Other people were such a mystery to him.

To be fair, though, Jin was a mystery to himself most of the time as well.

“Thanks, sorry for not saying anything about it earlier,” he sniffed as she smiled and pinched his cheek way fucking harder than necessary.

“It’s alright, I’m only a little insulted you waited until now to tell me about this massive crush you’ve developed.”

“Yeah it’s got its own gravitational pull at this point.”

Magne laughed at that and Jin felt the room lighten.

“I do expect details when you get back though,” she said pointedly, finishing her tea wandering back to her room to grab her bag. “Spinner asked me, very begrudgingly might I add, to fill in at another of his club tournament things tonight so I’ll be out late.”

“Really? I didn’t think you liked that stuff.”

Jin shuffled over to her doorway and peaked into the neat little space. Magne was rummaging through the meticulously organized closet and frowning as she answered.

“I do, Spinner just doesn’t agree with my battle strategies,” she huffed. “My alignment is far too ‘chaotic’ and ‘recklessly violent’ for his tastes apparently.”

“Oh, yeah that makes sense,” Jin laughed this time just envisioning the two of them stuck on a team. “Well have fun with that.”

“Yeah well,” she brushed by him into the hall, keys jangling as she went and calling over her shoulder. “Text me how it goes, and wear that new button up you got last week, it looks good on you!”

***

Much to Jin’s surprise and delight, Magne was right.

He was fine.

He was fine.

Fine was a bit subjective—as he was most certainly still highkey panicking on main as he got out of his last class and walked the short few blocks to the cafe on campus—but regardless he was perfectly okay.

Of course that all went right out the fucking window in the split second between him walking in and you already staring at the door as he entered. Your eyes widened just a bit and this smile broke out slowly across your cheeks when you waved him over and it was like suddenly every single creepy as hell day dream had just become reality.

It was a little overwhelming to say the least.

His heart may have actually stopped in his chest for a bit and he did contemplate the possibility that Kurogiri might have actually discovered his little plot, murdered him in cold blood and stuffed his body in the records room. This might all just be the afterlife, but that would mean that Jin had gone to some kind of heaven which didn’t really add up with his current tract record.

But it was fine.

Because you were really fucking easy to talk to.

Like, really fucking easy.

It was sorta strange actually, how you seemed to know all this shit he was into before he even really mentioned it.

After you traded off the goods, you both sat in the big comfy couches upstairs in the loft and you listened to him info dump, inevitably getting lost down innumerable unrelated tangents. You managed to keep up well enough though and not question the winding conversation.

“Damn,” he said, sipping at the last dregs left behind in his cup. “How do you know about all this stuff?”

“Uh,” you paused then, looking maybe just a bit sheepishly into your own drink. “I may or may not have spent a considerable amount of time eavesdropping into your conversations while you’re on shift.”

He saw flashes at that moment—dial up sounds going off between his ears.

Jin.exe has stopped working.

“...What?”

You grimaced and hid your face in your hands for a moment, “I know it sounds really creepy, my friends just sorta made a, um, game out of it? They tease me a lot about going to study at the library just cause of the cute guy that works there, so we all kinda stalk you a little bit just—wow this is sounding exponentially worse and worse every second.”

He gaped a bit despite himself as you cringed visibly and Jin tried to discreetly pinch his thigh to make sure this really wasn’t some sort of cruel, cruel fever dream.

“You think I’m cute…?”

He blinked once and your eyes shot up to meet his, a pained, half smile caught between your teeth. “I mean, yeah. I kinda thought I was being a bit obvious, sorry.”

“What no, holy fuck,” he spluttered, face on fire and legs bouncing restlessly against the couch across from you. “Don’t apologize, I have a, uh, staring habit too I guess.”

“I know,” you rubbed at the back of your neck and Jin didn’t think it was possible for you to be anymore endearing. “I’ve noticed, that’s like the whole reason I insisted on buying you a drink.”

“So wait is this a date?”

Jin wished almost immediately that he hadn’t asked, because Magne was right, it super didn’t matter but fucking shit on a stick he really wanted it to be a date!!!!

“Yeah,” you nodded. “If you’d like that.”

“Yes!—ah, I mean, uh yeah mhm,” Jin choked on his spit with enthusiasm, but it did earn him a concerned shoulder pat so he’d take the win.

It also afforded him the opportunity to walk you home after hours chatting until the streets were lit by burnt orange lamps and the cafe was closing. You didn’t live all that far from him actually and when you stopped to point out your door, the two of you were overcome by that telltale, charged silence.

Filled with potential.

Like a gas stove waiting for a spark to go up in flames.

It was you that struck the match.

“So, um, I promise I don’t just, uh, do this with everyone but, do you wanna maybe come inside,” you let your hand trail down his arm and slip into his palm, “I don’t feel like you’ve been properly compensated for saving my ass.”

Jin’s mouth was watering at the thought. He nodded slowly, eyes like saucers as you pulled him up your steps and through the door which shut promptly behind him.

Your place was nice in the sense that it fit you. He wasn’t really paying all that much attention to his surroundings as you locked the door and squeezed his hand in yours, leading him towards the end of the entrance hall.

When he stepped through to your bedroom, you toed off your shoes and he did the same, staring nervously and waiting for you to show him what exactly you meant by ‘further compensation.’

It was exactly what he’d hoped.

You approached him, still in the doorway, and stepped close so your chests brushed together. It was soft, the way you looked at him, sort of fuzzy around the edges while your hands trailed down his arms to place his palms at your waist.

It wasn’t like Jin hadn’t done this before—he totally had and definitely remembered all of it and wasn’t shit faced at all nope—but it hadn’t really mattered before. He knew in theory that he should take the lead, be a gentleman and make the first move and holy fucking god he was dying over there with the desire to finally live out his months and months of fantasies

But what if he did it wrong?

What if he ruined it now when he was so close to the finish line?

He’d never fucking forgive himself for it, and he could goddamn hear Magne in his head.

“You think too much for your own good.”

And he did, and he was right now, cause the room was only dimly lit by the street light streaming in through the window and you were reaching out to loop your arms behind his neck.

Should he lean down now?

Tilt left or right?

What if he clacked your teeth together?

What if—

Your lips were soft and hot against his, rubbing at the stubble on his chin before pressing close in that precious, puzzle-piece way human bodies fit together. He didn’t do much thinking after that.

His hands were too busy digging into the flesh of your hips separated by way to many fucking layers of fabric, and he couldn’t quite stop himself from indulging just a bit. Jin sucked gently at your lower lip, knees going weak at the glorious fucking sound you made in the back of your throat as he licked over the taught skin and tugged it between his teeth.

He could feel you smiling into his mouth, sharing breath and raking your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. Jin groaned and you—fucking cheeky little bastard—slipped your tongue right past his lips and licked at the back of his fucking teeth like a popsicle in July.

Your hands in his hair hard tugged and his breath was coming faster, lips gliding against yours as the room turned to steam around him.

Through the haze he clung to the few remaining seconds of clarity.

Jin pulled away for one painful second to mumble against your lips.“You meant have sex, right?”

“Yeah,” your voice was barely more than a whisper, but you nodded frantically and rolled your hips against his.

“Ohh fuck, ‘kay good, thank god.”

For once Jin had nothing more to add.

And you weren't exactly willing to give him back his tongue long enough for any interruptions anyway.

***

“Holy fucking shit, look at you,” Jin gasped into your ear.

Both of your clothes had been discarded long ago, and he had your bare back to his chest while he sat propped against the headboard with your legs hooked on either side of his knees. It didn’t afford him the best view, but he got your head resting on his shoulder and pretty moans spilling right into his ear.

He didn’t need to see your pussy anyway.

The slick pouring out of your pretty fucking hole and coating his fingers as he pumped two of them into you was more than enough. His other hand wandered in the lovely expanse of space between your chest and your waist, running softly over the skin and pausing to pinch and roll your nipples just to hear you whine.

His cock was so fucking hard, trapped between your ass and his stomach, twitching every time you thrust your hips to meet the movement of his wrist.

“Jin, fuck please-”

You used his name every time you begged him for more and it was really going to his head.

“You’re so goddamn perfect, I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he groaned and sunk his fingers deeper into your soaking cunt while his mouth dropped to your neck and sucked hard to mark you lovely skin.

He licked at the indents of his teeth, tasting your sweat on his tongue that tangled with yours again as your hand reached for his cheek and pulled him in. It was less of a kiss and more of a sloppy forming of your mouths that left you connected by a silvery string of spit that flashed in the low light. Jin sighed at the sight, rutting his hips against the cleft of your ass.

Your thighs twitched where they were spread and your hips lifted off the mattress to meet the languid thrusts of his fingers that curled up on every push in to hear the hitch in your breath.

He took pity on you and brought his other hand down to rub circles on your clit, listening for the telltale whimpers and the way your nails dug into his arm to find the perfect rhythm.

“I don’t really—mm, there fuck—feel like I’m paying you back right now,” you mumbled nipping your own trail of stepping stone bruises onto his throat as he picked up the pace and held steady on that sweet bundle of nerves.

“Are you fucking serious?”

He didn’t really mean to full on growl at you then, but just the thought that you’d really believe he wasn’t about to fucking drown in ecstasy just from watching you get off—just from touching, speaking, being in anyway acknowledged by you at all. Jin nudged your head to the side and bit down harshly into the crook of your neck, shuddering as you moaned and arched against his chest.

In any other scenario, he could never really find the right balance between too many words and not enough. The sheer volume of thoughts and interjections that raced like cars reaching the end of rush hour traffic made the formulation of any coherent conversation impossible, but now—

Now with your body so pliant in his hands, so willing and sweet and wanting him.

Wanting him.

What a concept.

He needed you to understand, to know how fucking over the moon, sunshine bright you had him burning.

And for once, he finally had the words to do it.

After all, he’d had months to prepare.

It was surprisingly easy to change your positions, to pull away from you for just a moment so he could roll and cage you on your hands and knees under him, ass in the air nestled against his cock.

“You really don’t think I’m getting anything out of this?” he groaned into you ear, rocking his length against you both for emphasis and because it felt so fucking good.

“Ah, well ya know,” your voice was so wrecked he was desperate to find out how much it would take for you to lose it entirely. “When you put it like that—mmh—I just feel bad you’re doing all the work. ”

You had this cheeky fucking grin on your face when you rocked forward so back so his cock slipped down to your dripping lips. The heat of your cunt was mesmerizing and it took a fuck ton of self control Jin was unaware he possessed to not ram straight into you right then.

“Yeah cause I’ve wanted to for fucking months goddamn it’s driving me insane.”

“What?”

Now that he’d started, Jin couldn’t find it in himself to stop. His hands dug hard into your hips, rocking so the tip of his dick caught your clit and you shivered below him, hot skin sliding with the motion of your bodies.

“It’s all I think about whenever I see you,” he was shaking when his hand reached down to grip himself, spreading your folds and soaking his length in your slick. “When you come in to work I just fucking lose myself thinking about how bad I want you to be mine, my pretty fucking thing to bring me coffee while I work and let me fuck you in the backroom.”

You whimpered under him, face pressed into the mattress as he draped himself over you, chest to back with his breath ghosting over your ear.

“Literal hours I just sit there at that awful fucking job and I only keep coming cause of you, cause I can watch you sit all cute in your chair and watch the way your cheeks squish up when you put your face in your hands and imagine they’re my hands and I’m about to spit in your fucking mouth so you remember who you belong too.”

“I—” you were nearly choking on the drool that soaked through your sheets as Jin lined himself up with your pretty little hole, pressing just the tip into your heat. “I didn’t think you ever—nggh, shit—noticed much about me.”

The corners of his eyes burned as sweat dripped down his forehead, he had to hold back a sob as he sheathed another inch into those perfect walls.

“Notice you? You’re all I fucking think about,” he pressed his lips softly against your shoulder, hands running from your chest to your sides as you took his cock and every word that slipped from his lips without complaint. “I could take such good care of you. I just fucking know it, just please, let me take care of you?”

“Fuck Jin,” your voice was closer to a sob than anything else but he needs you screaming. “You don’t really have to convince me—”

His patience had run out long ago, not even willing to let you finish before he’d sunk in to the hilt, spearing you on his cock with one final thrust. You ass was flush with his hips and his balls hung heavy and tight against the back of your thighs. The strangled little cry that worked its way out of your throat had gooseflesh erupting across his arms where he held you to him.

Jin couldn’t really be sure—it wasn’t like his brain was all that functional on a day to day basis and it most certainly was not now—but your walls clenching around him and that addictive warm, wet feeling milking his cock was on a whole other level than any fuck he’d ever had before.

There was something about the curve of your back against his chest, and the way you seemed to suck him in, drawing his length back in just seconds after he’d pulled out. Some about the feeling of your chest in his hands, of the sweat on your skin that he licked off in a long strip up your spine. Like you really were made for him. As though all those months spent in dream land, concocting your pretend lives together had spilled over into reality, molding you into the perfect shape to take him deep and hard and cry while you came on his cock just like he knew you were meant to.

“Oh, fuck yeah, gonna make you feel so good, I promise,” he mumbled, forehead pressed to the nape of your neck as his hips drew back and he sunk into you over and over again.

He needed you to moan louder, needed your neighbors on the other side of every wall to hear what he did to you, how he fucked you dumb on his cock and made you drunk with the pleasure of it—slutty and perfect and better than any fantasy he could ever concoct.

The room was filled completely with the wet slap of your bodies—his balls tightening up just at the squelch of you taking him—leaving only enough space for your cries and his grunting, no room left for any bitter doubt to creep in and ruin the sweetness in the air.

He could feel the surge growing in his stomach, the tensing in his thighs as his hips stuttered, but he needed you to cum first. Wanted to tip over the edge to the feeling of you spasming around him, so he let a hand slip from your hip to your folds. Jin only paused for a moment to run a finger around your stretched hole, feeling himself plunging into you, before drifting back up to your swollen clit and working the sensitive bud.

The mattress creaked and rocked along as Jin increased his pace, shifting his hips until his tip knocked against something that had your hands fisting in the sheets and your tongue lolling out in between cries of his name.

You didn’t give him much a warning, not that he minded really. Just a muffled shout with your head smashed into the pillows and the tightening of your walls surrounding him before he felt your whole body wracked with tremors so hard he had to wrap both arms around your middle and hold you while he rammed into you.

Jin wasn’t really keeping track of the filth that was pouring from his lips as he brought himself closer to release. A lot of encouragement, that you were taking him so well, cumming so pretty for him, mixed with a lot of thanks—for letting him have this, have you, for not casting him aside like everyone else always inevitably did.

He did have the clarity to drag one arm up and link your fingers together, pressing hard into the bed while blood pounded in his ears and his hips stuttered in their relentless rhythm. When Jin did finally cum, it was a strangely silent affair, all the words and sound that usually roared inside him dying on his lips as his cock spilled milky release deep inside you and your walls fluttered at the fullness.

And then it was as though every muscle in his body changed physical states.

Boneless, he collapsed onto you with a little huff. You didn’t even complain, just squeezed his hand tighter in yours and hummed at the weight of him.

“Well I think that was a, um,” you panted while he nuzzled his face deeper into your neck, “pretty equivalent exchange yeah?”

“I don’t know,” Jin kissed and nipped at the sweet skin of your shoulder, “I think you might have over paid a bit.”

You laughed, the joyous movement of your chest jostled him from your back and had his soft cock slipping from you in a gush of combined release. “I doubt that very much, I didn’t know I’d be getting to take your fucking load as part of the deal.”

“Shit,” he felt his heart seize in his chest, raising up on his elbows to look down as you turned to him. “I’m sorry, I should have asked.”

Your hand came up to stroke his cheek, clammy but welcome. He sat up enough so you could lay on your back and pull him back down to your chest amidst the sweat and cum slicked sheets.

“Don’t worry about it, I would have asked you to anyway,” you kissed the baby frizz at his hairline and if Jin hadn’t already melted into a puddle, then he certainly was now. “If I’d been able to talk at all.”

“Ha, yeah….”

A short silence descended in your dark bedroom. The noise of cars and the occasional shout filtered in through the window, but there was no other sound than your evening breaths. Jin tried not to ruin the peace while he had it.

It was such a rare commodity.

But he couldn’t say he mourned the quiet when you finally spoke.

“Did you wanna stay the night?” you asked in that soft way he always envisioned you would.

Soft so he’d know it was just a courtesy.

That you didn’t want him to leave.

“Uh, yeah, yes I would,” he stumbled over the words a bit, trying not to sound too eager but wanting you to know he would work a thousands shifts at the reception desk if it meant you held him for just a second longer.

“Good,” you sighed.

He felt you scoot down the bed and flopped onto his back so you could settle your head on his chest and drape an arm across his stomach. After another few minutes he felt you go limp at his side, soft and relaxed as you slipped away into dreams.

But though his muscles ached and his eyes felt heavy, Jin resisted the call to sleep.

He didn’t need to now.

You were here, in the flesh, and he could study you intently while his eyes were open.

No need for his brain to conjure up scattered images of you.

Because he had you now, tucked safely under his arm for him to keep and hold and fuck and love the way he wanted.

So there was no more need for sleep.

And no need for dreams.

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

1. you know whats also bad about the red eyes? not only do they look awful on persephone's pink color, they're not even a unique feature? like we've seen hades' eyes go red, we've seen eros' eyes go red, and ares' eyes are ALWAYS red, so even this idea its her "unique queenly trait" doesnt even hold up?? because we've seen it on other characters before?like at least the blue glowing eyes looked unique and even gave her a possessed, otherworldly look, something with the red eyes just dont have.

2. The faces in the latest ep (not fastpass).... Ew

3. I saw someone praise lore olympus art, specifically the ones where Apollo is playing his lyre and Daphne is covering her ears while her hair is split in two (yuck! Bad decision looks awful) so we can see Apollo, the one where she transforms into her hibernation state (weird perspective, chin and neck, I think, also what the hell was that supposed to be?) and the last one before cutting to Thanatos (which, I admit looks a little better that the other but I still got distracted Apollo's arm among other things).

Now, Rachel is a professional artist like 15-25 years older than me (I dunno her age) drawing one of the most liked webtoons.

I feel like I'm nitpicking or being too harsh or crazy because I think it is a little terrible and this person thinks it's amazing and I know art is subjective and all but like the difference of opinion is jarring. I am by no means a professional and my art leaves a lot to be desired and I guess I don't have incredibly high standards (or do I? I'm second guessing). Is it really that good?

Because I know that Smythe commits more than a few anatomy atrocities. I wanted to redraw a few panels two years ago and I noticed a few things that Don't Work Like That.

4. ok but that other anon is right. we shouldnt have to go off old tumblr asks or random tweets to understand what's going on and who the characters are. rachel doesnt realize you have to actually write whats going on, not putting the readers on a scavenger hunt trying to figure out what they're even reading.

5. im honestly surprised LO hasnt ruined more mother figures at this point. maybe maia will be next and depicted as neglectful and hermes is only the way he is because hes acting out to be noticed by her, maybe dione will slut shame aphrodite, who knows, the possibilities are endless when its about ruining every mother figure to prop persephone and hera up and to avoid giving the characters actual personalities that isnt dependent on mommy/daddy issues.

6. I hate the clothing choice for Daphne in run for your life. It felt like she was drawn in a sexualized manner when she shouldn’t have been because she was running away from a r*pist. Like she almost had a nip slip, we almost got her ass, it was like Rachel was trying to fit her butt and chest in a lot of the frames like some video game with the token woman character. Like if a different dress was choosen or how she made Daphne tie the dress, I just feel like Rachel can’t draw outside of pinup sexy that well. Like sexy is fine for sexy scenes but running away from a r*pist is not sexy. (I probably sounded really lame, but the way Rachel presents the story in a feminist way but can only draw one way in not even the same style is annoying)

7. Things I think would have been better for the story instead of focusing so much on HXP

-Expanding on Minthe’s and Hades beginning of their relationship (he couldn’t of fallen for her since she didn’t laugh at him and when she yelled at him said it’s not your fault but you have the hat I think that would have added to his character more to see him more than a 40 year old who hits on barely legal)

-Leto’s kidnapping of Demeter. Both we/are close with Hera, and probably know or each other or may have been friends. Like I wanna know how Leto kidnapped her but also how are they interacting since they probably know each other and Demeter probably had Hera’s back when Hera ended their friendship.

-Ares return to Aphrodite. We don’t get to see much of her character but we know this is something she’s wanted, but they way it was handled was so flat, We assume Aphrodite told Ares that his gf slept with his father to save their son but we don’t actual read any words between the couple. And then they’re living together. I wanna see how they actually interact and stay together like their better moments. Like how well did he settle in, did they talk about how long he left for or is he mad like come on that’s something interesting but I feel like RS can’t write outside of HXP

-the deal with Echo. Why do people think Echo could possibly be Hera’s gf if she’s her assistant. Yeah they do dirty work together BUT I didn’t get a wiff or sexual tension or anything. Was it that she was there with the doctor? It just seems like Hera is that CEO trope who has the assistant always by her now.

-a little more of Pysche and Aphrodite friendship. Like Pysche says Aphrodite is lonely (and we can assume a part of that is Ares) but also because she “doesn’t have many friends” so why not a solo scene of just the two of them being actual friends. Like what did Aphrodite say when she brought back a purple nymph that was gonna help them with their work.

-Hermes not talking about Persephone. I feel like that 99% of what his character is and then just a little bit of himbo. 

-Maybe Thantos and Minthe started flirting/hooking up. We’re they friends first or flirts first? Was it after Hades and Minthe got into a fight or something else? What did Thantos like about Minthe and what does she like about him? Why did she stay with Hades with Thantos was there (it’s not like she wanted to be queen of the underworld) How did Thantoas and Thetis meet and become friends? Idk if I was seeing two guys and one of them actually liked my friend I might consider leaving Hades for him. But again hades did have the power to control everything in Minthe’s life (job, home, everything) I do like Daphne and Thantos But I feel like the transition could have been better if we knew more, but again RS can only focus on one thing and that’s HXP.

------FP Spoiler/Mention------

8. FP SPOILERS— I’m done. I’m really done. We called it. We FKN called it. They got married behind the readers back, Demeter didn’t respond to the question as she actively avoided it and time was up, Apollo is somehow involved in the trial- THIS WHOLE THING IS A MESS AND IM TIRED OF HOPING THAT IT GETS BETTER. Four FKN years of this??? I’m done with this Webtoon even though I’m FKN stuck in it. I’m so FKN done.

9. Fast Pass spoiler (kinda) OH MY GOD, I JUST REALIZED THE POMEGRANATE PIN IS JUST PASTED ON EVERY FRAME, NOT EVEN RE DRAWN FOR PERSPECTIVE, NO, JUST COPIED AND PASTED, REGARDLESS THE OUTFIT ANGLE AND LIGHTING, IT'S HILARIOUS!!!I mean, I knew the art was decaying, but this just made me laugh out loud of how bad it looked.

10. persephone’s pomegranate pin just looks like a giant fly that landed on her and won’t leave LMAO

[writing-in-april]

Mismatched

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Than you to @imagining-in-the-margins for this perfect gif!

Summary: Reader is Spencer’s roommate has been pining after Spencer for a while now. One morning they finally get to act on their shared desires.

Warnings: NSFW (Non specific dom), Goofy smut, Unprotected sex, Oral (Female Receiving)

A/N: So anxiety has been a real bitch to me as of late but I finally finished this so sorry its 3 weeks late. This is also a little shorter then I intended but I still like the way it turned out. Hope y’all enjoy and my requests are open!

Masterlist  Word count: 2.3k

Spencer’s penchant for wearing mismatched socks was one of the things I found most endearing about him. I often peaked down to look at what socks he was wearing each day, they almost always gave clues about his mood. I knew that if they were plain colored socks with no pattern he was usually feeling down and on the opposite end if they had little characters on them I knew he was probably in a great mood.

Today on our off day from the BAU he was sitting on the couch of our apartment with a coffee in one hand and a book in the other reading some obscure novel in French that I could never understand. Ever since we became roommates I often stared at his visage soaking in the beautiful image of him every morning.

“Good morning Jelly Bean.” A soft whisper speaking my nickname that I loathed spoke drawing my eyes away from his form, getting distracted before I could look and see what colors adorned his feet today. His eyes bore into me as he glanced up and down my figure that was only barely covered in one of his shirts that I had stolen. I smirked to myself at the sight of his wantonness. Ever since I had heard him and Derek talking about his crush on me I had been trying to coax him into acting on it. I knew that my pale pink lace boy shorts were definitely in view as that was my intention the whole time, he always got this almost feral look about him when he saw me in some clothes I had nicked from him.

“Hey Spence.” I said with a coy smile meant to deceive as to not give away my intentions. His eyes narrowed at my words unsure if I was doing this on purpose or not. Before I could even comprehend what was going on Spencer had tossed his book aside and made his way over to me. He trapped me against the counter so I couldn’t escape him with our breath intermingling from how close we were, though I was quite happy with the position I had found myself in.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me Jelly Bean?” God, I really hated that nickname. He had come up with it soon after we had become roommates and I had insisted on a spot in the kitchen to put my stash of jelly beans that he could not touch. I normally loathed the nickname however, the way his breath was caressing my face as he spoke the words softly almost turned me into jelly.

“What do you mean Spence?” My innocent tone of voice looked like it pained him. Giggling at the sight I bumped his nose with mine in jest bringing us ever closer. My actions caused a gasp to escape from him as if I was crushing his lungs, though that was the only sound between us for a minute besides heavy panting.

“Do you want this?” He said to break the silence, he didn’t need to clarify, I knew what he meant and was giddy at the implications.

“Yes”

As soon as the words left my mouth we were both on each other in an instant, our mouths moving in sync as if we had done it a thousand times before. We stumbled and rushed to the closest bedroom which happened to be Spencer’s. With fumbling hands he opened the door to his room just as I started to work on tugging his sleep shirt up over his head. He stopped by movements by swiftly picking me up and walked over to his bed before tossing me down like a rag doll. I giggled as he tossed me down but quickly to strip his shirt off so I was only in my panties,

I then placed myself back down on the bed right back to where Spencer threw me before patiently waiting for him.

My lustful gaze fell onto him as I watched him strip down, shamelessly staring at him wondering how someone could look more perfect. He was also staring at me as he undressed his eyes filled with awe as if he was looking at a goddess. I had never felt more beautiful.

Giggles then suddenly started to fall from my mouth uncontrollably, I caught a glimpse of the socks that still sat on Spencer’s feet which pulled me out from my illicit thoughts. They were red and purple in color, with the red one having large orange polka dots and the purple had blue vertical stripes running up the sides. A mixture of hurt and confusion flashed across his face, his body suddenly curling in on itself trying to shade himself from my laughs. He started to retreat out of the bedroom in shame and I then realized how my laughs must’ve been perceived by Spencer.

“Spen-Spencer wait- I’m not laughing at you” I spoke out between my dying giggles, his brows angle deeper, his confusion increasing further. “I’m laughing at your socks”

He glanced down to look at the mismatched socks that were pulled halfway up to his calves, he wiggled his toes inside them then joined me in giggles of realization that he looked like a goof.

“Oh!” He squeaked out while scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry for misunderstanding.”

“No it’s my fault- I’m sorry for making you feel self conscious, I feel really bad.” The laughter had completely dissipated from me, guilt replacing the elation. Averting my eyes in shame, the pillow sitting next to me suddenly became the most interesting thing in the room as I started to pull the threads on the soft plush. Spencer padded over to me, he carefully straddled my thighs while boring his eyes into my skin trying to get me to initiate eye contact.

“You don’t have to be sorry Jelly Bean.” My cheeks blushed at the nickname which now sounded suddenly cute but I still refused to face him. When I didn’t move to look at him he dropped his face down to my stomach while skimming over the dips of my hips. Delicately he started placing feather light kisses to my middle barely grazing the soft flesh, when I started to squirm a bit at the slightly ticklish touches he pursed his lips and started to blow raspberries against my stomach. My giggles returned in full force as pressed goofy kisses onto my skin, it then turned into uncontrollable laughter when he started tickling every part of my body he could reach.

He pulled up to engulf me in a wet kiss, slipping his tongue inside to caress my own which muffled my snickers. He cradled my cheek as he pushed our kiss deeper, stealing all of the breath from my lungs. While biting the soft flesh of my lips his fingers trailed down from my hips slipping underneath the lace of my boy shorts.

His light teasing touches against my folds continued to push giggles from my throat, but they were soon turned into a loud moan as his fingertips made contact with my bundle of nerves. Slowly he started to circle my clit as he moved away from my mouth to give my jaw and neck the attention they deserved. Hickies were slowly accumulating as his teasing touches made me more and more impatient causing an impatient whine to fall from my lips. He smirked against the column of my throat in response to my inarticulate plea, he still must’ve understood my wants and slipped two fingers inside, crooking them to try and locate the ever elusive g spot. He was better at finding it compared to most men as after a few pumps of his fingers he pinpointed the exact spot, causing a ripple of pleasure to flow through me. Gasps, moans, and whines were freely escaping me, the pleasure coming in intense waves. He then pulled his fingers away from me causing a full pout to form on my lips. When he looked at the pathetic look on my face he was the one snickering this time.

“Why’d you stop.” I whimpered out pitifully and added puppy dog eyes to my face to convince him to resume his ministrations.

“I wanted to taste you.” He answered cheekily while dipping down to hook his fingers in the waistband of my panties. Pulling them down my legs slowly he followed them with a trail of teasing kisses ghosting around where I wanted him the most,“I bet you taste like pineapple.”

“Spencer, don’t lie to try to be sexy, that's not what any woman tastes like. I am not a literal jelly bean.” My legs kicked out in impatience to get the offending fabric off of me while trying to suppress any more giggles and focus at the task at hand.

Finally the fabric was removed from my center but Spencer had not ceased his teasing. I squirmed as he slowly kissed up my legs leaving kisses and love bites wherever he could.

“Be patient.” He tried to say with conviction but was unsuccessful at concealing how funny he found my impatience.

“Stop it’s not funny”

He silenced my whines by diving into my core. He wasted no time, slipping his tongue between my folds. Immediately waves of pleasure were already rolling off of me, I had been with plenty of guys beforehand but being with Spencer already felt otherworldly. The kitten licks alternated between teasing my entrance and sucking my clit making my vision go white. But, that feeling was nothing compared to when he added two of his fingers pushing them into my entrance. I probably sounded like I was in a porno from the cries that were coming from me and all it took was a few crooks of his fingers before I fell over the edge. My hips tried to rotate to ride out my high, though they were quickly stopped by his other hand over my stomach forcing me to be still as pleasure ripped through me.

When my release finished he made his way back up my body and enveloped me into a heated kiss. It was messy, sloppy, and I was gasping into his mouth as I caught my breath from my high.

Once I came back down to earth he flipped me over quickly so I was now on top, I was shocked at the sudden movement but I quickly recovered and wrapped my hands around his length slowly starting to pump. I guided his length to grind against my core to tease him and get back at him for the way he teased me.

The pleas that fell from his lips were unintelligible, the fact that he was already this deasperate from just a little bit of teasing made me smirk devilishly.

“Please.” He was finally able to form at least one word so I relented and lined him up with my entrance. As I sunk down I tried to relish in the feeling of him stretching me, that was quickly ruined by Spencer roughly grabbing my hips and pushing me all the way down. Underneath me Spencer was fighting to thrust up into me as I adjusted to his thick length and once I started to roll my hips an uncharacteristic high pitched whine came from his lips. The pleasure that started to well up inside me was too much to ignore and we both devolved into thrashing pleasure grabbing any part of each other we could reach to get to our respective release.

There were no words spoken as we both hit our highs, just loud pornographic cries that reverberated around the apartment and would surely get us a complaint from the neighbors. I kept my movements going as long as possible until the last dregs of stimulation were pulled from us and everything became oversensitive. I rolled my body off of him laying down in the bed roughly with exhaustion and I barely noticed Spencer cleaning us both up with a wet washcloth.

Just as he laid down next to me the rising morning sun that we had both woken up to started to peek through the curtains obnoxiously as it was close to noon by now, falling right on my eyes. A groan fell from my lips at the light that glared into my eyes so I got up groggily to shut the curtains.

“Stay.” Spencer whispered, breaking the silence in the room. I glanced back to look at him through my sleepy eyes, his curls wild from the previous activities we partook in but they still framed his face perfectly while he nestled himself further into the fluffy blanket.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily Socks.”  I simply remarked while closing the curtains with a huff. Glad that the sun was now out of my eyes I made my way back over to Spencer meandering playfully over to tease him.

“Socks?”

“Well you have a stupid nickname for my jelly bean habit so I’m giving you one for yours.”  I picked up the socks he had carelessly chucked across the room and threw them at him. Then a stack of his freshly cleaned clothes caught my eyes, specifically the colorful socks that sat on top. Padding over to the stack I quickly put on the first two different ones I see. I presented my choice of socks to Spencer by standing on the bed while giggling, my choice of an orange Halloween sock and one with teddy bears seemed to greatly amuse him, “Now we’re matching.”

He snorted and pulled me back down to cuddle our limbs intertwining as we fell asleep now both wearing mismatched socks.

[wooahaes]

like anon said, nothing that happened was your fault. it’s never okay to do that, and you aren’t to blame in any way. i hope someday you can see someone who you can talk to and will actually help, but just know that you can talk to me if you ever want to ☺️

also YES about non sexual intimacy. i can’t explain how good it feels to read about characters bathing together just to be in each other’s presence. you have no idea how soft that stuff makes me. and where they’re just lying in bed without any clothes on, not for sexual reasons, but just to feel the other’s warmth and skin?? i’m passed out on the floor by then 🤧

anyways, take care!!!

thanks hon <3 it'll probably be a long time until i fully believe that myself. i'll keep that in mind.

(also i'm not going to answer anymore asks abt my trauma rn. if they get sent in, either they'll be left unanswered or they'll get deleted. i appreciate the kindness a lot though <3)

(also warning for nsfw topics getting discussed here???)

literally... the intimacy of just sharing a space together is... chefs kiss. skin to skin contact is so good. like i said, the sexual intimacy is cool and all but sometimes a bitch (me) is yearning to just be held.

honestly i wouldnt mind like... less "sexy" sexual stuff too if tht makes sense? like haha yeah kinky shit whatever but i think smut of two dorks just being in love and having fun w it is cute too. literally give me some losers just having giggly loving sex and being in love w each other.

ok nsfw (not explicit rly??? theres one joke in the snippit i shared) but. this is an excuse to pull up my own stupid writing (between two ocs).

context: they had planned for some kinkier shit (blindfolding, handcuffs, some degradation + some praise, some play w toys), one of them safewords bc theres overstim that she can't handle that night, and it devolves into just. two idiots in love boning.

~

She laughed a little at the notion. "Loser," she reached up, finding his shoulders and gently pulling him forward. "Take this off. I wanna see you."

Icarus reached forward, gently undoing the tie from around her head, and tossing it aside. She blinked a few times as her eyes grew adjusted to the dim light, and then she smiled at him.

"Hi."

He smiled at her, "Hi."

"You come here often?" She giggled, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. 

"No," he hummed, "but you will."

She gently smacked his shoulder. "That was awful." Ophelia ran her thumb across the apple of his cheek, smiling at him, "I'm sorry I ruined your scene." When he was at a loss for words, she leaned up to press another kiss against his lips. "You can move, if you want."

~

just. idk. theyre soft and i think abt this lil thing i wrote sometimes. its oldish and not good but idk i like them being in love. it just feels hard to find stuff where it feels like love and not just lust. i think livvie's writing is the only thing thats hit that sweet spot for me, but admittedly i avoid any smut that has 0 warnings on it or any smut with choking/hair pulling warnings which is......... idk more common than u would think. nothing wrong w pure lust stuff, but idk im a domestic bitch who likes the idea of sex being intimate personally lmao thats just me tho !! <3

also icarus is not his real first name. its cameron. he just goes by icarus more often bc hes a loser who went 'it sounds cooler' lmao (it IS his middle name tho bc his mom was like... artsy as fuck) ive had this oc since i was like 13 and i still love his stupid ass.

[postnuclearophelia]

“porn isnt the issue its actually pretty natural to seek arousal through voyeruism and the other.. i dont think kids should be able to access it and i do think most porn is too violent. plus the connection to the sex trade and the god awful working standards. but like... watching other people have sex is fine lol”

What about people in relationships where one person is so obsessed with watching porn that they completely withdraw from the other person? That happened to me with my ex fiancé. I could hear him watching it in the bathroom and I finally slit my wrists. I spent two weeks in a mental institution because I thought I was wrong for being alive because I wasn’t good enough and sexy enough for him (even though I did film and get payed for amateur porn 6ish years ago). After I came back he kept telling me it was my fault because I didn’t look like the girls he watched (not blonde, not tall, stretch marks, etc.) . The same thing happened to 3 other girls in the mental place I went to. I hate porn now. I regret ever filming anything after seeing what that industry did to me and others. You can act like this doesn’t effect you but in reality it does and many people you interact with. And the porn industry sucks ass. It’s not glamorous at all, you dont get paid as much as you think, and most girls regret it later. 500 bucks for letting a random dirty middle aged man fuck you on camera asking you if you’ve been molested before isn’t worth jackshit when you feel dirty from the inside out later on. You only get paid well when you actually make a name. It’s really the same as other types of sex work. Not something to aspire too

I didn’t read this <3

[lunasdestiny]

For the character headcanons, I’m giving you multiple characters because I can-

Nigel (KND *cough cough* my son *cough*)

Maurice (KND)

DJSS (NSR)

Neon J (NSR)

Rin (NSR)

You don’t have to do all of them, but just some options lmao

AH FUCK

ok here it goes

NIGEL:

1: sexuality headcanon: Hes probably bi I never really thought about it :0

2: otp: funny i actuallu used to ship him and Rachel a long time ago but now I HC Rachel as a lesbian. Lizzie and him are kinda cute? I'm not sure if i have an otp for him either BUT i do ship him and ur OC Leon. GOOD FOR THEM!

3: brotp: Sector Z obviously and Chad. tbh i hate when i see 1/274 because i always viewed their relationship as Chad being a big brother Nigel looked up to a lot.

4: notp: again 1/274

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: will wear sweaters EVEN WHEN ITS HOT OUT because he's willing to suffer to look cool lol

6: one way in which I relate to this character: He's extra so i feel that (most KND characters are anyway lol)

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: He's always on everyones case even when they arent a threat. Youre an adult or teen minding your own business then HE COMES ALONG. Menace lol. Chad is kinda right about him being nosey af.

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Just Problematic.

MAURICE:

1: sexuality headcanon: Aro/Ace

2: otp: Me and @socksandbuttons did have an ot3 for him once with Austin and Blake

3: brotp: Teensquad!

4: notp: Cree/Maurice. 0 chemistry tbh.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: He's not a goth but seems to be a goth magnet. He sometimes hangs out with the goth girls and they talk about paranormal jazz.

6: one way in which I relate to this character: He's brave and a little quiet but will speak up when he needs to.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: Him dating Cree which is kinda :/ wtf dude thats kinda messed up since he's using her. Probably not his fault because TND most likely told him to do this. But still you agreed

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

DJSS:

1: sexuality headcanon: Demi/gay

2: otp: SPACESHIP DUH

3: brotp: Eve. I can see her and Nova being petty and maybe shopping together

4: notp: Idk i havent seen much tbh

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: He has a lot of cats he rescued swarming his house.

6: one way in which I relate to this character: the need to be important and leave a mark

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: He can be self-centered and neglects his own district.

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? I dont think hes really a cinnamon roll so probably the latter

Neon J:

1: sexuality headcanon: This man is gay af

2: otp: SPACESHIP again

3: brotp: Tatiana. They have known eachother for a long time. Also Mother (both bond over being a single parent)

4: notp: ive seen Kliff/Neon J which is very YIKES to me.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: (looks at my Neon/Nova Childhood Friends thing)

6: one way in which I relate to this character: Dramatic AF which is a MOOD

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: "Shock and awe troops, show them how SEXY YOU ARE~"

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Rin:

1: sexuality headcanon: Bi with He/they pronouns

2: otp: Onionshipping!

3: brotp: Besides his brothers, Yinu. He's a cool big bro.

4: notp: rin/sayu for obvious reasons.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: He takes a lot after Neon J (including his looks). Drama King like his dad but at the same time a bit of a scoundrel.

6: one way in which I relate to this character: He's pretty and knows it. XD

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: "Shock and awe troops, show them how SEXY YOU ARE~"

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

[queenofthefullmoon]

An exhaustive list of Dark Souls 3 bosses I would or would not date

Iudex/Champion Gundyr

We’re starting off this list with a strong yes. Our boy Gundyr has had a hard, difficult life, and he deserves some good company. He’s tall, strong, and I trust him to protect us as we set a lovely camp site outside of the fire link shrine.

Vordt of the Boreal Valley

Vordt is big and he is feral which are truly the only two qualities I look for in a man. Together we’d be unstoppable. I mean, think about how easy it would be to go around with him: just climb on his back and let the rodeo begin, baby. This argument alone should be enough to convince you that Vordt is a suitable boyfriend, but here’s another one: if you get too hot in the summer, worry fucking not for your gigantic man can hold his equally gigantic hammer over you and cover you with snow like an italian man covering his pasta with parmesan.

Cursed Rotted Greatwood

Now while I’m certain it would be a perfect partner for some people, the Cursed Rotted Greatwood isn’t for me. For one, I am not fan of curses, or rot, or weird sticky balls, or strange orange acid, or pale white and slightly viscous hands bursting through a living tree. Secondly, I feel like the crowd of Hollows who group up around the tree would be a big impediment to our intimacy, and I’m not ready to be the mother of 20 Hollows.

Crystal Sage

No offense but you’d be an idiot for not wanting to date the Crystal Sage. All wrapped up in one package, you get a super competent sorcerer bf, who wears the coolest hat in the galaxy and an equally cool cape, and who overall looks like the upgraded version of a plague doctor. In addition to that he also has a pretty rapier so you can both engage in some sparring (which we all know is the most romantic couple activity).

Deacons of the Deep

Probably one of the worst options on the list, they’re all crusty, rotting men moaning around a biggass coffin. There are many technical questions. If I dated a deacon, would I have to date all of them? Can we go out on dates or are they obligated to stay next to the coffin at all times? Can I even date them at all?? Not that I would, because I have standards. The only pro to entering this relationship(s?) would be that I’d probably get one of their robes for free, but the cons are so numerous that I’d rather buy it myself.

Abyss Watchers

Let’s be real and honest even if it hurts. Would I date an Abyss Watcher? Yes. Maybe I’d even date two. However, would an Abyss Watcher date me? No, because they’re all in love with Artorias, and I can’t blame them for that.

Old Demon King

At first I considered dating the Old Demon King like a Russian Instagram model dates an old, rich American man: with a great deal of fake love but above all great patience in order to be the only person on the will. But then I thought about it more, and what does the Old Demon King have to offer, really? A big firework show that will leave him exhausted like the old creature he is, and maybe some pyromancies. Truly, it is not worth it, especially since I’d have to take residence where he lives, in a big old room filled with the corpses of his kin.

High Lord Wolnir

I’ve got nothing against Wolnir personally, but I have no interest in skeletons, nor in his army of skeleton children. As stated above I’m not ready to be a mother. I feel like if we got in an argument and he sighed, he would poison me with his awful breath and I would die a horrible death. Also, living on the brink of the Abyss doesn’t appeal to me that much. However I would like Wolnir to be a good friend I can talk jewelry with because let’s be honest, the man (skeleton?) is blinged the fuck out even in death and I respect that.

Yhorm the Giant

Yes, I would date Yhorm. He was nothing but a sweet, misunderstood giant who always tried to get people to trust him and he convinced me. I would put my life in his big hands. Think of the possibilities. Just like with Vordt he could carry you everywhere but in a less reckless way if you prefer proper manners. You’d never have to worry about not seeing anything at a concert. Also, may I add that waiting for you to show up while sitting on his biggass throne is an absolute power move? Yhorm is a Lord of Cinder, but above all, a Lord of this heart.

Pontiff Sulyvahn

Would I date him because of his appealing aesthetic? Yes. Would I date him for anything else? No. Sulyvahn is absolutely terrifying, completely unhinged in the most frightening way, which is that he doesn’t look bat shit crazy. I could be thinking that everything is going well in our relationship then suddenly he’d lock me in a dungeon then would feed me to his weird friend because I put a fork in the knife drawer. He could pretend to propose and give me a weird fucked up ring with his eye in it and the next thing I know I’d be running in a field on all fours. I don’t trust like that.

Aldritch, Devourer of Gods

I’m so sad about Aldritch because literally everything about him is completely unappealing, unacceptable, unnatural, unholy, abhorrent, but he has the delicate and beautiful face of Gwyndolin. While our lovely Gwyndolin looks gorgeous as ever it doesn’t make up for the fact that Aldritch devoured people and probably wouldn’t find love to be a good reason to not eat his partner. The only reason I can find to have a friendship (not even a romantic relationship) with him is if you really like experimenting with cooking and you really, really need someone to taste your inventions.

Dancer of the Boreal Valley

I feel attraction, which means that just like any other being who feels attraction, I would date the Dancer. She is beautiful, graceful, a bit feral, and would not hesitate to put a flaming knife to my throat, which is the description of my dream woman. Imagine walking the streets with her, trying to hold her hand while it dangles 3 feet above you and she insists on holding her sword, actually, so she might slay anyone who tries to approach you, which she communicates through icy breaths and murmurs. The date of a lifetime.

Oceiros, the Consumed King

Another awful choice on this list, Oceiros is RABID and also, as far as we know, still a married man. You really want to date a man that hasn’t even gone through his divorce but already looks like this? Me neither. I’m already not big on dragon fucking but the fact that he’s all viscous and has weird growths all over him is not helping. Also, he has children, and we know how I feel about that — although, given how he treats them, he probably won’t have kids very soon (too far?).

Ancient Wyvern

So I’ve stated that I’m not very big on dragon fucking. With that said, do I think the wyvern is sexy and beautiful? Absolutely so. You’re probably like « Blue you’re sending mixed signals, are you gonna date the lizard or not? » and to that I say, date? Perhaps not. I would however like to form a lifelong bond with this wonderful force of nature and fight by its side, live a long and fulfilling life travelling along with it, only to die at the same time atop the tallest mountain in the world, where our skeletons will be discovers hundreds of years in the future by brave explorers, who will confirm that the legendary songs that were written about us were in fact not just a myth.

Nameless King

You’ve just read what I said about the wyvern. I feel like the Nameless King really understands me and would respect me for that. We could bond over our love of dragons and other flying scaly beasts and perhaps share some chaste kisses while soaring the sky on our companions. It’s nice to date someone who loves pets as much as you. I feel like he would be a fun guy to hang around in general, maybe he’d let you braid his hair or try on his crown. He can arrange personalized fireworks shows for you with his lightning powers. I don’t think you’d ever be bored around him.  

Dragonslayer Armor

Dating an empty suit of armor has never bothered me (see: ds2 Ruin Sentinels), however I have beef with the dragonslayer armor. Is it a beautiful armor? Perhaps a bit worn off, but the reply remains affirmative. However, it is controlled by Pilgrim Butterflies, which basically means I’m dating one to multiple of these things in the shape of an armor, and I’ve gotta confess that I’m not down for that.

Lorian Older Prince and Lothric Younger Prince

Here comes the delicate moment where we have to make a choice without offending anyone. I personally, speaking for myself, in my own opinion, would rather date Lorian. Reason: he is big, strong, and a bit rabid, which I’ve made very clear is my type. I don’t dislike Lothric, but I feel like we’d be better off as best friends who have a really snarky group chat where we shit talk the entire kingdom. That’s pretty good because if I even just slightly disliked Lothric I’m pretty sure Lorian would sense it and would not hesitate to murder me on sight.

Champion’s Gravetender and Champion Greatwolf

Well the full name is just a formality here, I’m not completely insane so I don’t want to date this rabid wolf. I feel like the Champion’s Gravetender is just a normal dude who’s a bit in over his head and it’s not his fault but he just seems a bit boring compared to all my other options. Instead of a date I think he’d be more of an awkward flirt I had when I was bored and then I came to my senses but didn’t know how to disengage, but in the end it worked out because he was more interested in his work anyway.

Sister Friede and Father Ariandel

Again a choice has to be made and I will have to be predictable and say I’d date Elfriede. Just like Dancer she’s what the woman of my dreams is made of. She’s graceful and could easily take my life and I think it’s awfully sexy of her to be like that. I think I’d be accepted into the family pretty easily, which is important since Father Ariandel cares about Friede so much. I’d go visit him sometimes, play chess with him, bring him his flail, normal interactions with your girlfriend’s dad.

Soul of Cinder

I’m gonna be a tiny bit freaky here and say I’d date the Soul of Cinder. Dating it is just like opening a Kinder Surprise egg, you never know what you’re gonna get (sorry Americans for excluding you here). That makes life exciting and doesn’t let routine stall your relationship. Every day you can wake up with the question « What weapon will my darling walk around with today? The flaming sword, or the sorcery staff? » and be surprised by the answer. Truly ideal, but I understand it’s not for the faint of heart.

Demon Prince

I’m gonna go with a maaaaaaybeeeee? leaning towards no. I mean yes, the Demon Prince is a weird fleshy flaming demon, and that may be a bit gross, but I’ve gotta admit I admire his style, the drama of it all. The care he puts into his entrance, the attitude in his moves. If we don’t date I’d at least want to be friends so he can teach me his ways.

Darkeater Midir

I have very intense and contradictory feelings towards Midir. In one hand, holy shit, absolutely epic dragon, the spirit of companionship is growing in me. On the other hand, this beast is RABID and pretending I could tame him is foolish, and pretentious. I guess in the end the answer remains that I don’t date dragons, I just want to adopt them as my extremely exotic pets.

Halflight, Spear of the Church

Yeah I’d date Halflight, I know it’s the easy answer but look at him. I mean shit he’s walking around like a little thotty with his shirt open and you mean to tell me I’m not supposed to wanna date him because he looks pretty much like a regular dude? My boy Halflight WANTS me to date him or else he would not show up with his tiddies out to a sword fight, which as an activity already has enough erotic implications on its own.

Slave Knight Gael

I’m gonna say it unashamedly and I’ll say it again: I would date Gael. He’s been nothing but helpful and when he tries to attack you it’s to help his little lady that he’s adopted as his niece. We love a chaotic parental figure. Maybe he’s a tad bit old and dirty but there’s nothing a good bath can’t fix and I’m sure he’d appreciate having someone taking care of him for once. Again, he’s got that slightly unhinged quality to him that makes him delightful. When I walk around with my partner I want us to instill both fear and fascination in people which we would be able to accomplish perfectly well.

Dark Souls 1: Remastered date list // Dark Souls 2: Scholar of the First Sin date list

[evakuality]

Hanna, episode six

1.  This ramp thing.  It’s the MVP of this whole entire school/setting.  I mean I can see why they use it - it allows for some really cool shots and set ups and it genuinely works in so many ways to show so many nuances of the situations it’s in.  But basically I just love the continuity.  There’s something so comforting about this returning over and over and over again.  The sheer joy of ‘the ramp! It’s here again!’ 

2.  Matteo’s little ‘why are you dating Jonas?’ is so interesting too.  This speech carries a different tone, and I can’t tell if that’s because of the way it’s said.  He genuinely seems to be like ‘Hanna, think this through - do you really want this?’ and the answer should actually be ‘no I don’t’ even if his motives aren’t great, and maybe it’s because she’s different to Eva.  Or maybe this is because as always while it leans heavily on the original, the lines aren’t exactly the same and that lends some differences to it.  I don’t know.  Plus her question ‘there’s only 2 options: trust or break up?’ and his reaction ‘or maybe talk to Leonie’ - like yes.  Please.  Do that.  Communicate with people.  But I guess he knows it won’t go well because he likely knows exactly what Jonas is doing, and so he has very little to lose.  He’s not overtly being a dick here, and he looks supportive.  So if it goes well for her, hey he looks like the supportive good friend and if it doesn’t.  Well... that’s not his fault.  He was just trying to help.  At this point, from his PoV, not much can go wrong.

3.  The little scene at school with Jonas telling Hanna she’s annoying (by text! so distant and cold. Ugh, talk to each other properly please), and then Sam making her feel good and sexy and wanted.  You can see why she’d be taken by him.  We can see he’s a bit of a player, far too smooth and good at this, but of course she can’t.  With Matteo’s ‘break up with Jonas if you don’t trust him’ ringing in her ears, you can see why she feels the way she does.  Again, so much of this is modeled on the original, but the way it’s shot works so well here in terms of specifically showing us Hanna’s state of mind.  With Hanna literally feeling like she’s got this barrier between her and Jonas after he sends his last text, shown literally in the way the moment is shot.  Plus, Kiki’s little thing with Alex as a mirror/reflection of what’s happening with Hanna (they literally fistbump over it - Alex over having got his conquest and Sam over pursuing his).  She has all the warning she needs and yet she falls into it anyway.  This whole part of this season is so heartbreaking, and knowing where it’s leading is tough.  This week is a hard one for our little bean.

4.  I know everyone and their dog has talked about this cold war scene but that’s because it’s so damn good.  The imagery and the whole way this scene works is so powerful.  Plus, we’re veering even more into the darker shades for Hanna.  This thing with Jonas is weighing on her and literally sucking out her brightness.  She’d been so washed out at the start, and when she’s with her girls it’s all still brightness etc, but with Jonas this darkness is seeping in more and more and more.  I mean he is lying to her and that’s where almost all of this ‘cold war’ conflict is coming from, but her relentless pushing of the topic is a lot.  AND she never does it when they’re in a place where they can just talk about it, the two of them.  They’re around the boys or in class and by text.  She’s scared of knowing for sure and so she puts these barriers up to avoid having to do it properly.  But this is the entire problem.  I know we say communication is an issue across the board with these couples, but I’d argue (and have at length) that it’s not always true.  For some it’s different.  But here.  Here, this avoiding of doing it properly is the biggest issue.

5.  Okay, so Amira suddenly reappears here.  But???? Where has she been???? I missed her so much!!!  I love Sana, I really really do.  She’s a fabulous character and I adore the way she operates in Skam.  But I do love that Amira is her own character and so, while delivering a very similar message, is much warmer about it.  She tells Kiki she’s stupid for sending nudes, and that Alex really isn’t into her, but her tone isn’t as harsh or ‘straight to the point’ somehow.  But of course Amira is still tone policed by her friends, and told to say things more carefully.  And then she leaves, delivering another blow to Hanna’s confidence in Jonas.  ‘Boys lie’ - thus confirming everything she already thinks.

6.  I’ll hand it to Druck - I always love their party scenes; they feel real, like people genuinely having fun dancing and stuff (though in the most recent seasons that seems to have dropped off, probably because of restrictions having an effect on how they can film).  Leonie looks damn good in a suit too; this is a great look on her.  But wow her attitude to Hanna is so nasty.  It’s fascinating to me to see that Sara acts just as jealous and can’t let it go after Matteo breaks up with her.  They clearly have a model for how they deal with break ups and it’s not a good one.  Obviously Leonie is hurt, obviously it super sucks that it’s her best friend.  But this whole bit is so unnecessarily mean.  She wants Hanna to be hurt the way she was and she’s taking such a vicious pleasure in the way that it works.  Like, yes Hanna is to blame, but man some of this ire should be directed at the Jonas in the situation.

7.  I can see why she falls for Sam’s wiles here, and there’s been so much stuff in the last few episodes leading up to it but gosh it sucks that she falls for it.  He knows she has a boyfriend, he can clearly see she’s vulnerable and he takes advantage of that.  He is very cute, I can see why she likes him, but I don’t like this type of guy and he and Alex really annoy me (though somehow Alex doesn’t feel as slimy with it as William - at least so far).  And then Hanna watching as the scene of another cheating episode plays out in front of her.  No wonder she thinks the way she does: all she has are examples of guys being assholes.  But it does need to be mentioned that she stops this kiss almost as soon as it started.  I’m not sure this exactly counts as cheating.  But I guess what’s important is that Hanna feels like she’s in the same place she already was.  Plus now she knows how it feels from the other side.  This evening is such a stress for her.  The little story that Jule tells her about how Sam ‘would never do that’ is just the icing on the cake.  This is a moment where I always feel so awful for Eva/Hanna/all of them.  

8.  Jonas’s sad little confession comes just that little bit too late, and you can see the regret hanging over Hanna.  Like, she already felt it and now she can see through everything and it all sucks.  And of course the darkness has totally closed in rn.  But I do have to say I love Jonas’s ‘not that I know anyway’ about whether he’s gay.  The characters in this show are far less worried about sexuality and ‘being straight’ and it’s a nice thing.  Matteo was all ‘yeah I like gay songs, so what?’ and Jonas here.  I like it.  But ouch, how ‘you can trust me’ must hurt when they haven’t been trusting each other and it’s become so fraught.  Notice also that they don’t fall back on their kissing this time.  The one thing that’s been going well for them isn’t working anymore either.  At the point where things are ‘darkest’ for them in the cinematography etc, we also get the moment when they can’t connect in any of the ways they used to.  Jonas is talking and being open finally, but Hanna is now hiding things and nothing here is going well for her.

Anyway, this is a really difficult episode and yet it’s one of my favourites.  Like episode 2 I’m just a real sucker for the way it’s filmed.  Again, everything is lifted almost entirely from the original and yet again Druck puts its own little spin on it.  There’s a reason why the original and this one are the ones I like.  Both take a lot of care with how colour and symbols etc work and play out and while this is a straight copy in so many ways, I still love how they chose to interpret it.  Their characters are subtly their own, the filming has its own life and that makes it work for me.

[baepop]

PRIVATE // 10

You do your best to navigate the foreign dynamic happening with your two lovers.

Word Count: 7.8k

Pairing: Jungkook x You x Jennie

Genre: Filthy fuckin smut, some fluff

A/N: Jungkook is nasty. And by Jungkook I mean me BYE

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

What followed the night you spent in between Jennie and Jungkook was some of the hottest and nastiest sex you’d ever had. It was as if you had somehow awakened Jennie’s sexuality. Frankly, the woman was insatiable, not that you minded. And Jungkook, well, he was always horny, so nothing really changed there except for the fact that he now needed his appetite satiated while on the clock.

He started texting you during his lunch breaks to get you to come to his office for quickies, and who were you to say no to the sexiest man you’d ever laid eyes on summoning you for an orgasm or two, when he wanted to be just a little late?

You stood in the middle of your kitchen staring at the picture he just sent you. You nearly dropped the big pot of water you were carefully placing onto the stove when you glanced at your phone momentarily. It was a picture of Jungkook’s thighs bulging in his suit pants with a very defined dick print showcasing his afternoon boner. A simple “thinking of you, come at 1” was all that accompanied the racy picture.

You gulped and looked over at Jennie who was engrossed in her laptop. Just before you turned away, she looked up at you and shot you a sleepy smile. You gulped again and resumed the task at hand. You knew that look in her eyes. She wanted a round two after the morning you two had had.

It was as if you were caught between an incubus and a succubus who didn’t like each other in the slightest so you were left to tend to both of their needs around the clock. It’s not like you minded anyway, if not for the physical exhaustion coming over you. They both made you feel so good and so happy, it felt selfish to complain even a little bit.

As you turned the dial on the stove, you focused your thoughts on Jennie. You had a pretty good idea of why she was suddenly all over you, and you suspected it had to do with the fact that Jungkook made sure what had happened the other night didn’t happen again.

You didn’t fault Jungkook for being jealous with you. If you were being honest, it excited you whenever he looked at you as if he was picturing all the ways he wanted to punish you. But you surmised that his getting in between was making Jennie more anxious to get her fill whenever she could, which was an operation in itself since he was only ever gone when he was at the office.

You covered the pot with its lid and walked around your apartment picking up Jungkook’s clothes off the floor exasperatedly. Jungkook’s dorm room was always neat, so you wondered if he was going out of his way to do this on purpose. You sighed as you dropped his garments into your laundry basket, making a mental note to wash clothes as soon as you got home from your booty call.

You didn’t bother fixing yourself up since you knew you’d be leaving Jungkook a mess anyway. He only had a half hour lunch break, so your sexcapades at the office tended to be short and intense, having you doing the walk of shame with puffy lips and wrinkled clothing in the middle of the day. The thought ashamed you almost as much as it turned you on.

You entered the living room with your bag strewn over your shoulder shortly after. You began telling Jennie to tend to the stove while you were gone, but she was nowhere to be found. You quirked a brow and checked the kitchen. As soon as you turned, the small girl pounced on your back, locking her arms around your neck and wrapping her arms around your waist. You keeled over, smiling widely and holding onto her thighs for support.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Jennie cocked her head, staring at the side of your face.

You licked your lips in contemplation. Had she known where you had been sneaking off to the whole week? You began blushing, scratching your cheek while thinking of an excuse. “I uh, um. Just going to have some lunch with Jungkook is all.”

“Oh, ok. That’s all you had to say! But,” The girl brushed her nose against the side of your head then nibbled sharply on your ear lobe before whispering, “hurry back. I want to go again.” You shivered, letting out a hiss in between clenched teeth. She knew exactly how to get you going.

It hadn’t taken you long to reach Jungkook’s office. A quick ride downtown left you in front of his work building. You stared up at the skyscraper feeling a bit intimidated. You might’ve hesitated at the big glass doors, if it wasn’t for the filthy image in your mind of what awaited you.

You found Jungkook immediately on the other side of the elevator doors when they opened up on his office’s floor. He was lounging casually against the eggshell colored wall when his eyes lit up at your arrival. He crossed the distance in between you two in one step and kissed you, hard. His kisses always took your breath away no matter how many he planted on you.

You smiled against his lips then kissed him back equally as passionately before looking up at him when he broke away.

“You’re late.” The boy snarled as he stared down at you, displeased.

“Nay, sir, the shuttle was late.” You smiled up at him sheepishly, unable to hold back your squealing when he suddenly picked up and stuffed you into the utility closet down the hall. Jungkook put you down and locked the door from inside, immediately getting to work on your lips again.

You melted against his touch, each swipe of his tongue and grope of his hands setting your loins on fire. It was funny how you hadn’t even been thinking about sex when he had texted you and now it was all you wanted, no needed.

Jungkook pushed you up against the shelves roughly, grinding his raging boner against your exposed thigh. He hiked your leg up impatiently, pulling you into his open mouth as his tongue ravaged yours. Your hands held the sides of his face and your body pushed up against his. Soft moans escaped your lips as his hands found your ass. Jungkook bit your bottom lip then dragged it out roughly, earning a groan from you. He proceeded to press urgent kisses down your jaw and your neck. You couldn’t help panting as you felt the growing need in between your legs multiply. Sex with Jungkook was always great, but rough public sex with him on a time crunch was in a league of its own.

Your hand slid down and found his length straining against the confines of his dress pants. You groped it roughly, loving the shaky sigh it elicited from Jungkook’s mouth. Your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, and you dropped to your knees in an instant. You got to work unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down to his ankles. How he still managed to look so sexy with his pants around his ankles, you’d never understand.

Without taking your time, you allowed Jungkook’s dick to spring free, tugging the spandex down to join the fabric pooled around his feet.

“We don’t really have time f-for that.” Jungkook shuddered when you swiped your tongue up his length, keeping eye contact with him. He leaned forward and supported himself with a hand against a shelf as he stared down at you in awe. His eyes glazed over lustfully as a curse slipped from his lips. His fingers brushed your hair out of your face and held the majority of it back as you brought him into your mouth. He hissed, closing his eyes and focusing on how your hot wet mouth felt around his cock. You could be convincing when you wanted to be, but Jungkook was determined to bend you over just as he had fantasized about doing all morning.

He held your head still and pumped shallowly into your mouth a few times before pulling out and picking you back up to your feet.

“Turn around and bend over.” Jungkook growled, holding your hips tightly.

“Mmm, yes sir.” You bit your lip and did as you were told. You were glad you decided to wear a skirt today, easy access.

Jungkook lowered you further and spread your legs with his foot. He stroked his dick a few times as he pulled your skirt up around your waist. When he saw your lack of underwear, he bit his fist and shut his eyes with a sigh.

“Fuck, y/n, what are you doing to me!? You show up to my work like this, and expect not to get fucked like a little slut next to the office supplies?”

“I’m afraid you’re mistaken. I was fully expecting to get fucked like a slut up against these supplies.” You giggled, looking back at him in time to catch his snigger.

Jungkook slapped his dick against your wet entrance before plunging into you without warning.

“Oh fuck—” Your walls squeezed his cock hungrily, still feeling a little over stimulated from your morning with Jennie.

Jungkook gaped down at where he disappeared into you, cussing silently as he braced himself to fuck you hard against the shelves. You held onto anything you could find as Jungkook began pounding into you mercilessly. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling on it to bring your head back as his hips snapped into yours.

“Is this what you were looking for? Hm?”

“Yes, Yes…” You tried to moan as quietly as possible, but his dick hitting all the right places inside of you was just too good. It wasn’t long at all before you were whining his name, wanting him to make you cum so badly.

“Baby you’re being too loud.” Jungkook glanced at the door before wrapping his hand around your face and covering your mouth. You melted into him once more, surrendering to the motion of his hips as you focused on reaching your climax. You were getting wetter and wetter by the second and it was getting easier for Jungkook to slip in and out of you. He hissed, slapping your ass then holding your cheek apart to get a better look at how he entered you. You rolled your eyes at him making a loud noise after shushing you.

You bucked back into him, causing Jungkook to lose control even more. You loved messing with him when he was trying to overpower you. It brought a perverse pleasure to you, especially when he’d retaliate, as he was doing now.

Jungkook picked your leg up and laid it on one of the shelves, giving him even more access to your entrance. He began fucking you impossibly harder, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. He was able to hit your g spot better like this, and you knew it was only a matter of time.

The feeling was building up in your core, and you could barely find the strength to hold yourself up. You reached a hand back to hold Jungkook’s, but instead of holding it, he grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you back, gritting his teeth as he moved his his hips sweetly.

“You gonna cum baby? Cum for me.”

You nodded, your mouth gaping open as you experienced your second orgasm since you awoke this morning.

Jungkook stilled in you seconds afterward, holding your hips still as he pushed his cum deep inside you. Your thighs shook a bit when he pulled out of you.

The back to back sex was definitely wearing on you in the most delicious way possible.

After catching your breaths for a few seconds, you pulled your underwear up and smoothed your skirt back down, turning around to find Jungkook adjusting his tie, fully dressed.  

“Jeez, you’re quick.” You gave him an impressed look, to which he smiled cockily. He took your hand and kissed your knuckles before holding the door open for you to exit. You looked around, hoping no one would notice you two exiting the utility closet rather suspiciously, but you noticed the place was as empty as when you arrived.

“Shouldn’t there be more people here?”

“Yeah but everyone’s in a meeting right now except for the interns.”

You nodded, drinking in his workspace for the first time. You peered further into the office before turning back to Jungkook.

“Which one’s your desk?” The boy pointed to a small cubby in the far corner of the office that faced the wall. You noticed his McCree pop figure and an empty carton of banana milk. Your heart was full as you smiled at your sort-of boyfriend. Jungkook gave you a shy smile back, looking down at his feet. You kissed his nose and he quickly looked up to catch your lips with his for a brief kiss.

“Well, I won’t hold you up any longer.” Jungkook pouted, not wanting to let go of your hand until your summoned elevator came all too quickly.

“Fine. I’ll see you later for a round two.” Jungkook wriggled his eyebrows and your breath hitched in your throat, Jennie’s promise ringing in your ears. You suddenly remembered what was waiting for you back home.

“Um, actually. I was hoping we could go out tonight!”

“Out? Where?” Jungkook shoot you an inquisitive look.

“Oh, I don’t know…dancing! Let’s go dancing!”

“Uh, sure. But I have no clean clothes left, would you mind doing a load before I get off?” You stepped into the elevator.

“You know, you really have to stop leaving your things in my apartment, it’s like you live there at this point.”

“…What’s so bad about that?” Jungkook jutted out his chin in childish annoyance, but you found the gesture endearing.

“Fine, I’ll do a load.” You rolled your eyes and let the elevator doors separate you two, only grinning when you started ascending.

Only a few hours had passed before you were holding Jungkook and Jennie by their wrists and leading them into the crowded bar. Both of them much preferred to stay indoors these days, so it took a good amount of coaxing to get them dressed and out of the door. Nonetheless you persevered, because you knew you just needed to get a few drinks in them to get them in a party mood.

You picked this bar because it had a big dance floor and the music was always just right. They were playing early 2000s R&B hits tonight, which was perfect for the kind of mood you were in.

As soon as you found a table, you sat down with Jennie while Jungkook approached the bar to fetch you both drinks, a beer for you and a Cosmo for your beautiful date.

You drummed your fingers on the table as you watched Jennie for a bit. She was resting her cheek on her palm, people watching. You smiled when you noticed the berets in her hair, finding it cute how much she complained about going out yet she still took the time to get dolled up. You reached over and swiped a finger against her cheekbones, rubbing the glitter in between your fingers in awe.

“Okay, what was that for?” She sat straight up, focusing on you now.

“You’re such a girly girl, you know that?” Jennie narrowed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips.

“Is this your way of flirting? Is this how you flirt with girls?” You smiled at her snobby tone, leaning forward on the table towards her and chuckling at the way she shrank back at your sudden proximity to her face.

“It’s how I flirt with you.” You giggled when she didn’t know what to say. Lucky for her, Jungkook arrived just in time to save her from your teasing.

He sat next to you and handed you a beer along with a shot. You all took them eagerly, chasing the sour taste with even more alcohol. You wiped your mouth and noticed Jennie’s eyes widening at something far away then look away, using her long hair to shield her face. You quirked your brow, following her gaze across the room. There just so happened to be a woman at the bar making eyes at her rather seductively.

You looked back at Jennie who seemed rather frazzled. You scrunched your nose at the girl as she peered up at you through her hair.

“Stop.”

“Someone’s popular I see. Should I call her over here?”

“OMG NO STOP!!”

“What are we talking about?” Jungkook looked in between you two in confusion.

“Mind your business!” Jennie barked at him while you chuckled at her dramatics. Jungkook looked away, grumbling about missing Yoongi.

“Feisty.” You all turned your heads at the foreign voice coming from the end of the table. Jennie’s admirer had made her way over to your table while you were all unaware. “May I have this dance?” She looked down at Jennie, her lips curling and a wild glint in her eye. She was stunning.

Jennie gaped up at her then shot you a look. You looked in between them and sat back, holding your beer to your mouth. You smiled at Jennie and nodded towards the dance floor. She flushed, standing up and scooting her chair with a screech. She stomped away with the redhead following closely behind.

“What’s got her panties all in a bunch?” Jungkook rested her chin on your shoulder and looked after the girl along with you.

“I don’t know, maybe she wanted me to play the jealous girlfriend.” Jungkook hummed.

“Then why didn’t you?” You took a sip of your beer in contemplation, snorting when you saw Jennie standing awkwardly in the middle of the floor.

“Because I’ve never seen her dance before, or be hit on by a woman, for that matter. I wasn’t about to miss out.” You chuckled, watching Jennie hesitate to put her arms around the woman swaying in front of her.

Jungkook smirked, staring at the side of your face. “You’re kind of mean. I like it.” He kissed your cheek as you turned towards him, catching his lips for a sweet kiss.

“Oh yeah? How much?”

“How much what?”

“How much do you like it?” Jungkook pretended to contemplate your words for a few seconds.

“Like, enough to take you into the alley around back and show you exactly how much.” Jungkook’s eyes bore into yours, his pupils blown out while he wore his bottom lip. His eyes looked back down at your lips as he swallowed involuntarily. Your breath caught in your throat, picturing exactly what would happen if you let him have his way just as you did earlier that afternoon. You licked your lips absentmindedly, looking at his mouth and then at his eyes and realizing he was intent on keeping his word.

Your thighs rubbed together as you leaned into him, brushing your lips against his. Jungkook held his breath, bracing for the kiss that never came.

You spoke against his lips, “Mmm, you know what would convince me to let you have your way with me again?”

“What’s that?” Jungkook whispered back, jutting his tongue out and teasing your lips.

“If you go save Jennie.” You smirked as he leaned away from you with a straight face, amusement dancing in your eyes.

“Forget it.” Jungkook crossed his arms. You placed your hand high up on his thigh, groping it a bit as you lifted your beer to your lips.

“Don’t you want to have fun though?” Jungkook stared at your hand, his tongue rolling around on the inside of his cheek in annoyance. Finally, he got up reluctantly.

“You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“Aw baby, I thought you liked how mean I was?” Jungkook ignored your quip as he walked onto the dancefloor. You watched after him, giggling as you witnessed him gingerly remove the redhead’s hands off of Jennie and shimmy his way in between them, swaying to the music in perfect rhythm. You’d be annoyed if you weren’t in such awe, Jungkook seemed to be great at everything he did, even dancing.

You kept watching as the redhead stared at the back of Jungkook’s head in annoyance then shot you a look before marching off. You looked after her in confusion, your eyes wandering downward checking her out. It was then that you recognized those hips, your mind transporting back to that night when you two hit it off at some club before Jennie got ill and you had to go. You wondered if she recognized you at all, feeling a pang of guilt. She must’ve thought you ghosted her.

Jennie peered shyly past Jungkook’s shoulder to watch the woman leave before turning back to the boy who was singing and using his fist as a microphone. Suddenly the song changed and Jungkook began popping on top of Jennie. The girl held up her hands defensively in front of her and stared at him in disgust. You couldn’t help outwardly laughing at the fiasco playing out in front of you, not caring if people thought you were crazy for sitting alone and laughing.

Suddenly, Jungkook took hold of her wrists and began wiggling her arms, trying to shake her loose. Even you could see how tense she was from where you were. Much to your surprise, she let him have his way, a bright blush slowly creeping over her face. She bowed her head, pursing her mouth to try and hold back from laughing. She looked around self-consciously to see if anyone was paying attention to her, when her eyes landed on yours. She suddenly stood up straight and mouthed the words “I hate you”.

You blew her a kiss and laughed before finishing your beer. The sight of Jungkook and her dancing awkwardly was a sight for sore eyes, yet oh so endearing. The two people you loved most in this world seemed to be getting along more and more these days and it had you soaring.

You got up and made your way over to them. Jungkook spotted you from his peripheral and moved over to make way for you. You started dancing as enthusiastically as he was, much to his amusement. Suddenly you were both belting out the lyrics of the song in unison, embarrassing the ever-living hell out of your third party. I got this icebox where my heart used to be.

Suddenly, “Peaches and Cream” began blasting at the bar, so you and Jungkook started dancing goofily, starting a dance battle in between you two if only to mess with Jennie some more. She was now as red as a tomato, looking around then covering half of her face with her hand and laughing secretly. All three of you carried on in that way, only pausing your shenanigans to get more drinks.

A few hours later, you were all stumbling into your apartment.

Jungkook beelined it to the kitchen, raiding the cupboards for adequate drunk munchies food. He settled for a half empty box of cheerios, sticking his hand into it and fisting the cereal into his mouth. He was on his third handful when he noticed two distinct femal voices raising from the living room. He turned around in alarm, leaning over to look at what was going on.

You and Jennie were standing in front of your couch having an argument, because when you pointed out the coincidence of running into that redhead tonight, Jennie told you the woman only wanted to dance with her to get back at you for disappearing on her, which of course made you feel bad. And Jennie let you feel bad the entire ride home, only thinking to tell you nonchalantly that you losing that girl’s number wasn’t exactly a coincidence.

“But why would you do that!?”

“Because I was jealous!!”

“Being jealous isn’t a good excuse!!

“Well, what do you want from me!?”

The alcohol in your system was making the argument much more heated than it should’ve been. You had no interest in the redhead anymore, but you still couldn’t believe Jennie would be so conniving.

Jungkook stared at you two as he stood awkwardly from afar. He didn’t know whether to intervene or just let you both fight it out. Either way, he wasn’t going anywhere.

“I want you to not be petty for once in your life!!”

“OHH YOU WANT TO SEE PETTY?” Jennie searched the floor wildly before spotting a pair of your shoes by the TV. She promptly picked them up and chucked them out of the open window. You gasped then did the same, finding her boots by the couch and throwing them out into the street. “THOSE WERE MY JIMMY CHOOS!”

Jungkook’s eyes widened even further, and when he watched Jennie’s shoes hit the pavement outside, he decided on the former. He crossed the distance in between you two and stood in between.

“Okay, that’s enough. You two need to just—”

“STAY OUT OF THIS!” You both yelled at Jungkook and the boy instantly backed away with his hands up in the air. The last thing he wanted to do was redirect the anger onto him.

He decided to head back into the kitchen and turn his attention towards less stressful matters, like eating more cheerios. When he suddenly stopped hearing yelling, he figured you two were finally cooling off. But when the silence continued for a suspicious amount of time, he looked back into the living room and stared with an open mouth full of unchewed cereal.

At some point during the argument, Jennie had climbed you like a tree and pinned you to the couch, assaulting your lips with emotional kisses.

Jungkook tried swallowing the dry cereal but started having a coughing fit, interrupting your making out. Jennie broke away to stare at the boy in annoyance.

“Do you mind? We’re in the middle of something here.”

You pulled Jennie’s chin back to you roughly, staring at her puffy lips. “If I were you, I’d pack up the attitude and worry a little more about yourself right now.”

“Or what?” Jennie spat the words out at you, instantly firing you back up. You tossed the girl on her back against the cushions and exited the room swiftly, returning with an indistinguishable item hidden in your palm and a fiery look in your eyes.

“Or I’ll make you cry.” You climbed in between her legs, watching her realize exactly what you meant. You placed your hand on her neck and pushed her down, straddling her with the device in your hand. You stopped to look over at Jungkook who was now done coughing. “You in or out?”

Jennie shot him a murderous stare before he shook his head at you. “I’m out.”

You shrugged, returning to the girl’s lips with renewed intensity. Jungkook stood around awkwardly, not wanting to go but feeling a bit out of place. He settled for sitting down at the cushion next you you, unable to keep his eyes off of what was going on next to him.

It’s true that he was slightly possessive and definitely jealous when it came to you. He also hated Jennie with a passion, so he couldn’t figure out how his dick was already straining against his jeans. You had to be some sort of sorceress.

He just hadn’t considered how hot it might be to watch you have your way with someone else. He swallowed thickly, watching the way you grinded on top of the girl as you kissed down her neck. He palmed his erection lightly at first, wondering if he should pull it out or not. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he heard you turn on the device.

You pressed the small pink vibrator against Jennie’s hardened nipples that were now poking through her dress. You quirked your brow at her, wondering why she decided to go braless. She met your eyes then rolled her own, trying not to show how turned on she already was in a show of defiance. You pursed your lips, determined to wipe that indifferent look off her face, so you backed up and kneeled in between her legs, pulling up her dress to expose her underwear and pressing the device against her clothed clit.

The girl instantly jerked, feeling the vibrations resonating with the deepest part of her core. You smirked as you watched her struggle to look away indifferently while her legs shook from the stimulation. You turned up the intensity and watched as her head snapped in your direction. Lust filled her eyes and her hips began circling involuntarily. You bit your lip, watching her fall apart under the relentless vibratior of the device. Nonetheless, you refused to let up. You wanted to punish her more than anything.

Jungkook swallowed again, shifting uncomfortably where he sat as he watched Jennie’s underwear become more and more drenched by the second.

Jennie began bucking wildly trying to escape the overbearing stimulation, but you held her down and kept the toy firmly pressed on her clit, watching her eyes for the moment she’d start to come undone. It came only seconds later, her eyes glazing over as she stared passed you and moaning loudly while climaxing intensely. If her underwear was wet before, it was certainly drenched now. You licked your lips at the sight, wondering what her pussy might look like now.

She laid their panting with her eyes closed as you moved her underwear to the side, observing her glistening sex. You wanted nothing more than to have a taste, but you weren’t done exorcising your anger from before, so you held her panties to the side, spit on the toy and pressed it to her sensitive clit once more. Her eyes burst open at once and her hands flew towards yours pressed against her.

“No, please, I can’t” Jennie whined, biting her lips at the oversensitivity.

“Yes, you can, and you will. I said I’d make you cry.” You whispered at her, coaxing her into another orgasm. Tears sprang from the corners of her eyes as she watched the scene in between her legs.

Jungkook cussed under his breath as he watched you tease another orgasm from the trembling girl. He gave up on holding out, making haste to unbutton his jeans and slide them down impatiently to free his painfully hard boner. His hand around his member was a relief as he leaned into the couch. He pumped his cock lazily as he watched you carefully to see what you’d do next.

It didn’t take long for Jennie to get past the overstimulation and stumble into another earth-shattering climax. Her moans pierced the silence as her lower abdomen twitched involuntarily. You decided to take pity on her and remove the device, watching her pussy flood with arousal. You could swear you almost saw your reflection on her skin, and it was enough to drive you absolutely mad.

You made haste in removing your pants without taking your eyes off of her pussy. She laid in a heap of sweaty limbs, trying to catch her breath from the back to back orgasms. You quickly sat in between her legs again, moving the fabric to the side once more and hissing at the way it clung onto her wet skin. You bit your lip and swiped a finger in between her folds, collecting some of her slick and holding it up. Both her and Jungkook watched as you slid your drenched finger across your tongue, savoring the taste of her arousal. Jungkook wore his bottom lip in between his teeth as his hand sped up.

Jennie watched you carefully, wondering what you would do next since the look in your eye told her you were nowhere near done.

Your hand snaked down your front and found your underwear, rubbing lazy circles into your clothed clit. Your walls were already clenching around nothing, and you could tell you were already very wet without having been touched.

Your hand slipped under your underwear hastily and you sighed in contentment at the feeling of stimulation in between your slick folds. You heard a hiss from behind you, and you suddenly became aware at your third party. You looked over your shoulder and watched Jungkook jerk off as you continued touching yourself. You leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips, to which he returned opened mouthed as his hand continued to assault his shaft.

He smiled against your lips, “You know, this isn’t what I had in mind when you agreed to oblige me earlier.”

You smiled back, “I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?”

Jungkook continued pumping his shaft, looking over at Jennie then back at you. “Let’s play a game. You do everything I say, and we all get to cum.” Your eyebrows shot up at his filthy request. You bit your lip, nodding in agreement. “Okay, the, use the toy again.”

You looked back over at Jennie who was now propped up on her elbows and watching your hand in between your legs lustfully. You smiled at her mischievously, sitting up and hooking your arms around her legs to pull her closer to you. You leaned against Jungkook and swung your leg over Jennie’s front, positioning the apex of your legs perfectly on hers.

You moved both of your panties to the side and scooched closer to her, picking up the vibrator again and placing it in between your clits. You turned it on, and both of you cussed allowed, feeling the intense sensation coursing through you both simultaneously. You felt immense relief at finally having attention where you needed it the most, yet immensely needy for more at the same time. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you swiveled your hips around, teasing your sex.

“Y/N, Y/N…” Jennie moaned your name consecutively, squeezing her breasts over the fabric of her dress as she focused on the fiery feeling growing in between her thighs for the third time. When Jungkook noticed her lower abdomen begin to twitch again, he ordered you to remove the device, and you did just as you were told, looking over your shoulder for more instruction.

“Finger her.” Jungkook was out of breath when he spoke. His forehead was growing sweatier as his eyes focused on your ministrations.

You put the vibrator down then promptly inserted your fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digits and coating them in your saliva. Once they were drenched, you teased the tips of your fingers in between her slippery folds, sliding them up and down before dipping them into her drenched core. Her walls hugged your fingers tightly and the sweetest moan escaped her lips at the feeling of being entered at last. Her legs began to close involuntarily so you held them open with your free hand, admiring her body as you began pumping in and out of her.

You hooked your fingers inside of her and sped up, drawing out longer moans out of her. You brought your thumb up to her clit and rubbed it a bit, careful not to overstimulate her again.

And just like last time, Jungkook ordered you to stop at the first signs of her orgasm approaching.

“Please, please.” Jennie begged covering her watery eyes with her arm as her legs shook. You looked behind you, wondering if Jungkook would give in, but really, you knew better.

“Now finger yourself with the same fingers.” Jungkook’s breath caught when he watched you insert your soiled digits into your core, pumping in and out easily with your built up arousal.

Jennie watched you finger yourself in awe, mushing her legs together for some much-needed friction.

“Fuck.” Jungkook was getting closer to coming undone. “Now, since you’ve done so well. I’ll let you cum, but only if you make her cum at the same time.

“Yes sir.” You moaned the simple phrase, heaven and sin dripping from your high-pitched tone. You were starting to get closer to your own orgasm, and you sensed Jennie would be close too, so you took your fingers out and brought your attention back to her.

You lifted yourself up and pressed your lower lips against hers. You both sighed at the feeling of your mounds sliding against each other. You were both so wet, so the movement came naturally.

Jennie closed her eyes, focusing on how good it felt to be stimulated by your slick folds and not the toy. She had never felt anything like this before.

Jungkook licked his lips as he gripped his dick harder, focusing on the action going in mere inches from his exposed cock. He hissed, bucking into his hand, then adding a second to cover the length of his impressive length as he pumped in between his palms. He couldn’t tell what he wanted more, to be inside you and feel exactly how wet you were, or to keep watching you obey his every word like a good little slut.

You swirled your hips to hit Jennie’s and your clit just right, moaning cohesively every time you pressed up against each other.

Jennie sat up even more, inching closer to you and moving her own hips in tandem with yours. You both threw your heads back, panting and cussing.

“Oh my god, oh my—” Jennie came undone under you at the last turn of your hips. You hissed, feeling her juices overflowing and finding the lubrication you needed to make yourself cum on top of her. You leaned back on Jungkook breathless, realizing he had already cum too and you were the last to join the party.

Neither of you moved for a while, choosing to catch your breaths in silence. Jennie ended up falling asleep on the couch, completely worn out from the back to back orgasms. You decided to go shower, taking a very tired Jungkook with you.

Neither of you had the strength to fuck in the shower, instead choosing to wash each other and play with the bubbles. It was painfully domestic but something that felt entirely comfortable between you two now.

Jennie came to join you in the bed in the middle of the night after waking up on the couch alone, and the three of you cuddled into the early morning hours of the next day.

A couple weeks passed before you got to go on another date, but this time, it was just you and Jungkook, not that you minded. You tried to convince Jennie to tag along but she insisted on staying home with her new Vogue magazine that had just arrived in the mail. She still helped you get ready though, since the occasion was fancier than usual.

You guessed Jungkook wanted to treat you to a nice meal since it was payday, even though you insisted on how low maintenance you were. If you were truthful, you just didn’t want to put in the work to get all dolled up after being at work all day. Thankfully, Jennie was there to use her makeup on you and style your curly hair into an updo that both complimented you yet felt greatly alien to you.

“And what’s this stuff?” You pointed at the glittery snow she was dipping her brush into.

“Highlighter.” She replied absentmindedly, her mouth agape as she focused on applying it to your cheek bones with precision.

“Oh, but I thought… then what’s this stuff??” You pointed to the other white powder sitting on the floor next to the pile of products she had fished out of her bag.

“No love, that’s setting powder. Now hold still.” You rolled your eyes as she applied a little more eyebrow gel. Bossy as always.

“Okay, are we done?” You moved away from her hand.

“Not if you want to show up with half a face! I’m almost done I swear.” You sighed and moved closer to her again, feeling impatient with how long this was taking.

“I just don’t want to leave him waiting.”

“Isn’t he picking you up?”

“No. The restaurant is close to his job so I’m meeting him there.” Jennie held your chin in place while she took a bit of rosy lip gloss on a wand and dabbed it on your bottom lip. She got close to be able to see better, so you leaned in and pecked her which brought a smile to her face. You hummed then leaned in for more, but she backed away.

“If you keep this up, we’re never going to be done!” You pouted through the rest of the makeover.

“Okay, we’ll probably be home later tonight but I’ll call if anything.” You grabbed your keys and phone and threw them into the purse that Jennie was lending you for the night because it matched the dress she was also lending you. Before you turned the doorknob, you turned around, a sudden pang of insecurity hitting you.

“And you’re absolutely sure I don’t look like a clown?” You looked back at Jennie holding your breath.

She simply gave you a sad smile, walked up to you and took your hands in hers.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” when she spoke, she looked you in the eyes, which calmed you down, “Now go, before you’re late.” She got on her tippy toes to kiss your forehead.

You smiled brightly then headed out, your uber already waiting to whisk you away downtown.

It was already dark, so all of the city lights shining into the car were dazzling. Although you knew you’d be on time, you knew Jungkook was probably already there anyway since he worked so close by.

As the car stopped in front of the restaurant, you double checked the address before stepping out. Really? This place?

You exited the car and smoothed out your dress before walking up. The doorman opened the door for you and normally, you would smile back, but you were much too nervous at the moment. You tried to talk yourself into calming down, since this was all silly anyway. It was just a date with Jungkook. Still, you weren’t used to all of this with him. Jennie, maybe, but not him.

You stepped up to the hostess’s podium and looked out into the atrium. Full house. It was a Friday night, after all. The hostess led you to your table after you gave her Jungkook’s name. As you walked up the aisle, you were finally able to see your date sitting in one of the middle tables. His head was down in his phone, his long earrings dangling as he read something from the screen. His long curly hair fell over his eyes with a part down the middle. He was dressed for business, of course, and he looked as amazing as ever.

Jungkook’s head perked up as soon as you and the hostess came into view and his mouth fell open when his eyes landed on you. He quickly tucked his phone into his suit jacket and stood up, his eyes as wide as saucers.

The hostess giggled at his dumbfounded expressed and shot you a look before walking away. You waited for Jungkook to say something, but when he didn’t, you got nervous again, tucking a curl behind your ear.

“Fuck, I told Jennie this was too much.”

“N-No! You look amazing, really.” Jungkook walked over to you as you peered at him through your eyelashes. You smiled shyly, looking at your feet as he pulled your chair out for you.

You and Jungkook took your seats and scooted close to the table. You watched as he cleared his throat, adjusted his tie twice then wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. You chuckled to yourself, picking up your menu and perusing it as you felt yourself physically calming down again. You realized Jungkook was just as nervous as you were, which made you feel not so alone. It wasn’t all in your head, this was definitely out of the normal for you two and you felt a wave of affection at the thought of him putting in all this effort despite being out of his comfort zone.

“So, what’s good here?” You didn’t hear a reply, so you peered over your menu at the boy who was zoning out into his own.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah! Sorry, long day. Um… the veal is really good. I’ve had it before.”

“I forgot that you come here a lot. I’ll just let you order for us.” You smiled and closed your menu. He did the same then proceeded to drum his fingers on the table.

He hadn’t met your eyes since you sat down, which you found odd.

“Jungkook…”

The boy sighed heavily, finally looking up to meet your worried stare. He pursed his mouth before straightening in his chair.

“Okay. I was going to do this after we ate but, I don’t think it should wait.” He took a deep breath, wiping his hands on his thighs again.

Suddenly you were filled with dread.

“Y/N…you know how much I love you,” Oh no. His words began fading in and out as your own panicked thoughts pounded on the walls of your mind. “you’ve been so great to me and,” Oh god. He’s getting married off again. She’s probably shorter than me and his parents probably love her, “even Yoongi loves you and,” She probably comes from a respectable family too, “what’s been going on between us has only been happening for a short amount of time really,” oh god he’s breaking up with me right here in front of all of these people, “but I can’t picture my life without you, which is why—”

Jungkook’s swallowed thickly as he scooted his chair back and stood up. You followed his movements with watery eyes as he walked around to the side of the table. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a small velvet box as he got down on one knee.

Suddenly the wind was knocked out of you as you realized what was actually happening.

Jungkook opened up the box and held out the most beautiful ring you had ever laid eyes on. Your gaze moved up to his determined stare.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”