#but my engagement is genuinely trash and i just want a chance at one person reblogging this fic with tags or feedback or something

[glambyk]

I’m about half way through the kdrama Nevertheless… and Miss Na-bi kinda annoying me 😫. Now I completely understand her, and she is a real ass relatable character, but I’m ready to hop in the show and sit her down with some perspective and advice at this point.

That ex was EXTREME trash!!! From the power dynamic, gaslighting, control, humiliation, flat out emotional abuse. He can go to hell 🤷🏽‍♀️. He did a complete number on her mental/emotional state and self esteem. She seriously needed to focus on herself before all the things with Jae-eon.

Now, I don’t feel either of them are terrible people, since so far I can see each perspective (Na-bi’s more due to inner monologuing). She needed to listen to those tingling thoughts to back off Jae-eon because she was not ready to entertain him. He’s not the type of guy you entertain when you have fresh trauma. Anything anyone said about him, she took it as gospel and shaped who he was as a person off that. She also was simultaneously creating a fantasy in her head about him as well. I get immediate attraction, but she got way too invested from the first moment, then when she knew their ideas on relationships weren’t lining up, she needed to let it go.

As much as she accused Jae-eon of playing a game and not caring or being too casual… she was playing the game too. The situation was laid out in front of her and she proceeded to engage. She judged every comment he made, but also wasn’t being real with herself and communicating because she wanted to stay in her fantasy bubble. She didn’t want anyone to know they were close, but was upset when people caught on, and then was mad at him about other people’s comments. People were talking shit about him as well, but she glossed over that and deemed it acceptable, since she literally doesn’t consider him to have feelings. It comes off as Na-bi not seeing Jae-eon as his own person due to projecting a lot of her issues onto him and hanging on to everyone else’s opinions. There was no point in doing anything with him if she was going to obsessively work herself up over every little thing related to him.

Jae-eon gave immediate fuck boy vibes. He’s a big flirt and a general decent guy though, so he’s a more likable fboy type. His attraction to Na-bi’s looks and personality hooked him, so he ran his usual game, but I was pleased to see him be clear about the dating/relationship stance. My problem is once you start having sex with someone, you need to be up front about hooking up with others as well. Don’t play with folks health like that, and give them the chance to opt out if they don’t like the setup. So far I can’t tell if he’s having sex with Seol-a as well, but assuming so, that’s the part he needed to be clear with Na-bi about. And names didn’t even have to be shared, but transparency on sex partners would’ve been better. However, Jae-eon wasn’t being an asshole to Na-bi, or playing her out in my opinion seeing as how he already stated he doesn’t date. No matter how cute their situation was, no one updated the status to an exclusive dating relationship.

His reputation… he played into it big time. He knows how girls view him, so it should be no shock when one decides to be hot and cold with him. In the same token though, if these girls gonna be willingly hooking up or whatever with him, the judgement shouldn’t be one sided if all parties know what it is up front 🤷🏽‍♀️. It’s also just as messed up to seek him out and use him for their own reasons as well. The way the students were gossiping and talking shit about him… Jae-eon doesn’t seem to have any real friends, and that they liked being around him for good/bad drama or fringe benefits. From his perspective, I can understand not being vulnerable with any of his peers, and riding out that toxic reputation until graduation. He appears to have genuine feelings for Na-bi, but it’s gonna require him getting real with himself and opening up with her. Just like she’s gonna have to do with him. If he wants a relationship with anyone, he’s going to have to address why he chose to to build this reputation and properly deal with past flings if they pop up.

[themareverine]

Fic writing ask time, lovely!!!!

🗻: What's your greatest strength in writing?

❤️‍🩹: What helps you when you lose confidence in your writing abilities?

ah, pigeon! we've been expecting you in this house, lol.

🗻: What's your greatest strength in writing? personally, I think one of my biggest strengths is that i've been doing this a long time, and have developed a really thick/dissociative skin. but i have to divide this, professionalism and fanfiction, because each demand different approaches. for the sake of here, i'll say this: i stopped caring. when i was in journalism and lost my vision for writing in creative prose, i had stopped writing fanfiction for almost a decade. reinforced with this idea that my writing was trash, i went into crisis, and when i stepped out of the field and began to play again and find my flair, i had to adapt. quickly. but, in the big real world, i'd learned to take criticism and be okay when my writing came under fire. i learned to write from the trenches, declare guerilla warfare on my off-game days.

not everyone is going to love everything, and the world is greedy no matter how hard and heavy you feed it, so i learned to tread water and, simple, learn. adapt and overcome, Marines, oorah! but i think, genuinely, to grow and take great enjoyment from the playtime that fanfiction is, you have to not care. because numbers will be down. people won't engage. escapism is a lonely void for the reader, and in that loneliness, they don't reach out. it's them and your content, their own little world. and it they don't want to break that reality and leave a comment, that's okay. it doesn't mean it's bad or they're awful or even that you're undeserving. it just means living. and if you stop caring about other people and just do it for you, be a little selfish and self centered in this while also thinking about the outcome helping others, you can't lose.

additionally, i take chances. i play. i try concepts and proses and styles, and learn from them. every piece is a challenge and a playground to explore, just gotta decide if i wanna swing or play on the slide and what that's gonna look like. the writing world is my ocean, and I Columbus.

❤️‍🩹: What helps you when you lose confidence in your writing abilities? unfortunately it's inevitable, feeling like flaming hot garbage. even being a professional, this happens. one of the biggest things i've learned is choosing your hard. it's hard to suck. it's hard to not write and suck. it's also hard to push through and write even when you suck and boomerang back. you have to choose your hard and adapt, you have to come back and back, back again until you get it right. it's kinda like perfecting the art of acting, you try new things and approaches for every character until it sticks, until it's a part of you and you actually feel like Wolverine, in that head and zone so deep that you're breathing that air. and it doesn't always come naturally, sometimes you have to work for it. Hugh Jackman worked for two decades to give us the Logan we love, hugh Jackman killed himself in the gym to give us those abs. how? he went back and did it again, even when he sucked and it hurt. even when his director said, you're not bulked enough, Hugh and you're not it, Jackman. he boomeranged back until it was right and he slayed that beast. same concept.

you try and pick yourself up again and again.

and for me, I also have my faith. God cares. this talent is not mine but His on loan to me, and when i'm desperately flailing and feeling like i'm out of it, i can always turn to the One who gives me strength and helps me do all things.

hopefully that answers everything!

[sondepoch]

dear tumblr

why are you making it so difficult for me to post my fic 😭 😭 i have spent over an hour just editing and reediting my post to make it appear in tags but every time i post the complete thing it just stops working wHy i just want a chance for people to see it in the main tags is it so bad to want a shred of validation

[sxdmoonchxld]

Operation: Pop The Cherry | JJK

Jungkook x Virgin!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: rough bathroom sex, college au, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, Jungkook has a virgin kink if you couldn’t tell by he title, lowkey sadistic JK, Gay BFF Jimin, mentions of alcohol and weed, brief mention of homophobia. bIG diCK Jungkook, more belly bulging, and I forgot what else

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: Against you better judgement and thank to your best friend Jimin. You somehow agreed to let a stranger on campus known as the Cherry Popper, too well..pop your cherry.

Alternatively: You're a virgin. Jungkook has a fetish/kink for fucking virgins.

A/N: I guess i’ll keep putting this note until i stop reposting my old stories. I use to be lizardsocial, and this fic was previously called Game. You may still be able to find it somewhere on tumblr. I edited this fic heavily and it’s honestly a new story, but there are still some elements from the fic it used to be still in there. Unedited so please let me know of any mistakes or typos. Like, comment, reblog, let me know what you think. Enjoy!

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Bass boosted pop music seeped through the dense walls of the energetic room. Strobing bright colored beams danced to the rhythm of the music in mesmerizing synchrony. The musty odor of marijuana, booze, and sex-saturated air shrouded the room in a turbid veil, covering the sea of drunken undulating bodies packed in the cramped living room.  Empty beer cans and other various booze bottles mixed with burnt-out blunts accompanied the young adults. You groaned with irritation and disgust. You didn't want to be here, but to your chagrin, you had a promise to keep.

It wasn't a secret that the college nightlife was unquestionably not your type of 'scene.' You quite frequently elected to willingly engage most of your time in your freshman dorm, wrapped in your weighted burrito blanket. A nightstand stockpiled with all your favorite snacks, lights dimmed low, and lavender incense burning, filling your room with the aroma of relaxation. The perfect setting to binge-watch your favorite show for the umpteenth time, the shifting distorted brightness of your computer screen, projecting the scenes against your face. 

It's kind of funny how you got yourself into this mess in the first place. The one time you decide to take the chance and branch away from the alternate antisocial hermit, your personality had adopted as its own had come back to bite you in the ass. You admit, lately, you've been neglecting your best friend. Your reasonings generally varying from the classic 'oh I was sleep' to deliberately silencing your phone, not wanting to hear the constant shrill ringing of the default ringtone. You loved Jimin, you truly did, but you could only take so much of his eccentric mashup of bubblegum and rainbow sparkles that was his personality. Eventually, guilt began eating away at you piece by piece until you ultimately caved in and invited your friend over for an impromptu movie night in your dorm room. 

Not even 30 minutes into the movie, one that you had been dying to see, might you add, Jimin commenced his drunk and high chattering. He had already started 'pre-gaming' before he came over; Six shots of straight Vodka and 2 blunts. Every day you prayed for this man's liver and brain function; with how much he drank and smoke, you would think he needed it to function. 

"Oh! Oh! Bitttch. Did I tell you about that football player, I fucckked last week!" Jimin started slurring on certain words. You noticed his eyes were glossy and glazed over. 

"No, you didn't, Chim." You sighed, completely giving up trying to watch the movie. You would have to watch it on your alone time. 

"Reeaally?" Jimin slurred, a goofy grin uplifting his lips.

"Yes, really. You haven't told me." Amusement lightly coated your voice. 

"Welll, his name is T-tae, Tae-tae something. Hold on, it's coming to me." Jimin said, rubbing the sides of his temples, trying to remember the guys' name. 

"Taehyung! That's it!" Jimin shrieked, snapping his fingers in victory.

You looked at him startled. You remember Taehyung from high school. You didn't recall him being at this college, though. Well, it wasn't like you paid attention to many things outside your bubble anyway.

"Wasn't he homophobic as fuck in high school?" You asked, genuinely interested.

"Yeah, he was. Buttt I guess he was trying to cover up, that he was actually on the DL." Jimin smiled, whispering the last part.

"DL? What's that mean?" You inquired

Jimin looked at you with a look of betrayal. "It means he's on the down-low, meaning he didn't want anyone to know he's gay. Girrl, I'm too crossfaded to be explaining this to you."

You chuckled, " My bad, Chim. So was it good?"

"Fuck, no! Dick was straight trash. The only thing that saved him a little was that his dick was huge." Jimin said, wiping away a pretend tear from the corner of his eye. 

You laughed boisterously at that. If Jimin wasn't so adamant about becoming a professional dancer. He could seriously take up a career in comedy.

"Speaking of dick. When are you gonna get some?" Jimin asked, turning his body to face you completely. As you looked at him, you noticed his eyes seemed a bit clearer, and his face wasn't as red as earlier. Not only did Jimin drink like a fish and smoke like a chimney. He was somehow able to sober just as fast.

"Oh my god, Jimin. Please don't sta-"

"Mmm, no missy," Jimin said, wagging his finger in your face.

"Don't you hear it?" He said, cupping his hand around his ear as if he was straining to hear something.

"Hear what?" You replied, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms against your chest.

"The cobwebs and tumbleweed living in your cunt."

"Jimin!" You shrieked, slapping the arm closest to you.

"Don't Jimin me! You know it's true, I swear you're gonna be a 40-year-old virgin, and by the time you finally make the decision to have sex, it'll be too late!" Jimin yelled, stumbling to stand up from the couch.

"First off, ouch. I won't be a 40-year-old virgin. That's very insulting. Second, I do plan to lose it soon. I just haven't found the time or the right guy." You said, looking down at your feet shyly. You did want to lose your virginity, but with being an introvert with a mix of social anxiety and just a dash of seasonal depression for added flavor. It was hard even to get out of bed sometimes. Much less going out and trying to find someone to do the do with.

"Oh! Well, if that's all, then I got you covered, babe. Time? Next week Friday at Jihyo's dorm. As for the right guy, I know a dude. He has like a kink for that kind of thing." Jimin answered nonchalantly, now scrolling through his phone, probably on his social media page.

You looked at Jimin, head tilted to the side, confused. "What kind of thing?"

"Oh, you know fucking virgins and shit. Popping their cherries." He said, popping his "P's."

You sputtered, exasperated. What the fuck. You didn't kink shame, that was for losers, but he can't seriously expect you to do something like that.

"What the actual fuck. Jimin, are you serious?"  

"Deadly." He said, looking you square in your eyes. His tone of voice haven dropped an octave lower.

"Jimin no. I-i can't."

"Jimin, yes! Err, I mean _____ yes, you can! Come on, it's a once in a lifetime experience. Plus, it's not like he's a total stranger. I've known him since he was 8 years old. I use to babysit the little shit head." Jimin said, waving his hand in the air, trying to swat away a rogue fly.

"Wow, Chim. You know, now that you put it like it makes me feel a lot better about the situation." You said tone dripped in sarcasm

"Really?" Jimin squealed, a delighted twinkling in his eye.

"Of course not! Don't be stupid!" Offended, you gawked at Jimin. You swear sometimes he could be so dimwitted.

"Come on, please? At least meet him, and if the vibe is not right, then you can leave no harm done." Jimin pleaded, his attention back on you. Was it crazy that you were actually thinking about agreeing to this? Jimin did have a point. It was sort of a once in a lifetime opportunity. He did know the guy, and if you didn't like the vibe, then you could just bounce, right? Right?

Sighing in defeat, your hands dragged down your face and turned towards a pouting Jimin. Grabbing at his deflated shoulders, you shook her lightly, and with urgency in your voice, you spoke, "Alright goddammit! I'll do it, but you have to stay by my side the whole time, no running off, you understand!" 

You watched Jimin's face quirk into a sly smirk. You swore you could see the cogs in his brain churning. Damn, you were going to regret this. You had the tendency to make deals when pressured. Most of the time, those agreements ended up backfiring on you, confining you in the proverbial rock and a hard place. 

"Yay! Operation: Pop _____ Cherry has commenced. Okay, so will meet at the auditorium on the art campus. From there we will walk to Jihyo's dorm, it's only five minutes. Promise me you'll actually show up and won't flake on me." A complacent expression rested arrogantly on Jimin's features, a single pinky finger extended towards you. 

"Don't give this situation a not-so-secret code name. And I can't believe I'm saying this but, I promise." You agreed, interlocking pinky fingers, yours thumbs coming up to press against one another.

"So I'll meet you at the location Friday, don't be late, and wear something sexy. No granny clothes." he chirped, making his way to your front door.

"Wait! You're leaving already?" you frowned, looking at the clock on your wall. He's only been here for an hour, and 30 mins of it were spent persuading you to hurry up and lose your virginity. You didn't even get to finish the movie together.

"Sorry babe, but I have a dick appointment." he shrugged, putting his arms through the sleeves of his jacket.

"Can you at least tell me the name of the guy who's supposed to fuck me?" you huffed, honestly you were done for tonight. As soon as Jimin left, you were heading straight for bed.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget." Jimin slaps the center of his forehead. "He's a real cutie. I would fuck him if he wasn't as straight as an arrow." Jimin looks off to a far wall, eyeing it with jealousy.

"Just tell me his name, please." You pleaded. Oh yeah, that's definitely a headache forming. You could feel it already. Jimin snaps out of his daydreaming and spins his body towards you.

"Jungkook."

Time skip to a week later, and precisely as you suspected, what a mistake that whole conversation was. Now here you were at this fucking dorm party with people you didn't know or care to get to know. Jimin had left you as soon as he saw his next piece of ass. Restlessly you hauled down the short black dress that insisted on riding up your ass, the soles of your feet protesting in the slim heeled shoes. Floundering your way into the packed building, you couldn't help but query where Jungkook was. Jimin was supposed to get around to send you a picture of the mystery man, but that never happened. Funny how now was the best time you decided to question why exactly Jimin was your best friend.

"Well damn, the pictures Jimin sent me doesn't do you justice at all. You're fucking hot." You recoiled from the closeness of the voice, the heated breath sending chills skittering down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck ramrod straight. Heat spurred to your face when you whisked around to meet an absolutely gorgeous guy. Like unfairly gorgeous guy. You stared wide-eyed, taking in his chiseled facial features, paired with wide doe eyes and bunny smile decorating his face. Somehow, someway he's mastered looked soft and sexy at the same damn time. And fuck was that a dangerous combination for your pussy. Your heart too, but more so your cunt.

"U-uh, thanks? Who are you exactly?" You watch as he recoils back from your with a look of apprehension on his face.

"A-are you not ____?" he stutters cutely. You think you can see the beginnings of a blush burning his cheeks. You nod your head once to confirm his question. He stared at you a minute longer before you see the recognition spark in his chocolate orbs.

"Jimin didn't send you my picture did he?" Shaking his head with his eyes close, you get the courage the scan his face a bit more. Yeah. He's definitely blushing.

"Sorry. I guess seeing you here, I thought Jimin would have...prepared you better." Shaking your head from side to side because your words refused to come out. You watched as he backed up a bit further from your personal space and thrust his right hand out to you. 

"The name's Jungkook, or J.K. Whatever suits your taste."

With clammy hands, you taking his outstretched hand marveled at how it almost covers your hand. Now that he's moved back from you, you now had to chance to see how tall he really was. Maybe about 6 to 7 inches taller. You look down at his feet and eye his combat boot, perhaps a little shorter but still taller. And big, yeah, definitely bigger. His oversized black jacket did little to hide the broadness of his shoulders and chest. You let your eyes travel down the length of his body. You bet he's hiding some killer abs under his shirt. And holy fuck, his thighs.

"You like what you see, baby girl?" Teasing, he's teasing but God, if his voice didn't make you pussy throbbing pathetically. Whimpering slightly, you let out a meek "Yes." God, you hope he didn't hear that.

Much to your dismay, he did, hear you. How he heard you with the music as loud as it was, was a mystery to you. But you watched his pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare slightly. Jungkook tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake up and down your scantily clad body. His heated stare scrutinized across your body, intrigue exerting over him, as he analyzed the way the snug-fitting dress molded to the curves of your shape. He could tell you didn't do this often. His dick twitched in his jeans with enthusiasm. 

It's the increase in pressure of your hand that makes you realize you're still holding his hand. You go to retract your hand from his. However, yelp shrilly as he tugs you closer to his body. Both hands now resting on his chest, and his wrapped around your waist. Fuck, you could feel the warmth and coarseness of his hands through your thin dress. A spontaneous tremor racked your body. The heat-transmitting from his frame mixed with the floral yet musky undertone of his cologne made you somewhat featherbrained.

"Fuck, you're so soft." You squeak as he squeezes your waistline, pulling you even closer against his body. You were now putty in his hands.

"Jimin told you my....preferences, right?" his voice caressed your ear. Just a slight movement or subtle twitch, and his lips would be on your skin.

"Y-yeah, he did." It should be an embarrassment how frail and breathless you sounded, but that didn't matter.

Jungkook hid his smile behind your ear. This was just too easy. Just how he liked it. He almost felt bad- almost. He was gonna ruin you utterly and completely, mold the shape of cock in the walls of your pussy. His name spilling from your lips, voice going hoarse by how loud he would make you scream. Fuck he couldn't wait. He's had virgin's before, a lot of them. That's his whole M.O. The cherry popper, virgin fucker, whatever. Jungkook's heard all the names in the book. But there's just something about you, you just had an air of genuine innocence, and he couldn't wait to defile it. 

Jungkook pulls his head back, enough to where his eyes can trail over the bared skin of your neck, and the sprinkling of perspiration sparkling off the bright strobing lights, no doubt from nervousness. His tongue traced over his thin upper lip, watching the droplets of sweat spiral down the curve of your neck. He wanted to taste you. 

"Alright, then." He jerks his body away from you. You're no longer touching his chest, but his hands are still on your waist. 

"Let's enjoy the party before the fun really begins. Every done body shots before?" Jungkook spoke casually, undeterred by the way you recoiled back or the look of stupor on your face.

"W-what? B-body shots, why?" you squeaked, failing to keep from stuttering over your words. Is this how it's supposed to go? Is this normal? You're bewildered, and just a bit perturbed. Were you just imagining that sexual tension that was going on just moments ago? For sure, you thought Jungkook was gonna throw you over his shoulders and haul you off to the nearest unoccupied bedroom or bathroom. At that instant, you didn't care. 

Jungkook regarded the war of emotions wage across your features, merriment and strobing lights twinkling in his eyes. Fuck, you were cute, so desperate staring up at him with a pout on your face a puppy dog eyes. He could honestly just take you back to the closest room and fuck the shit out of you. But he wanted to play with his prey, a bit more. The wait made it that much more satisfying.

"Don't pout too much, baby girl or I may not be able to contain myself. Follow me. The table is this way."

Jungkook didn't indulge in answering any of your questions you rambled off at him, delighted to see you trailing on his heels like a lost pup. Jungkook directed you further into the dorm, and like a dog on a leash, you followed. In the center of a sparse room sat a scraped up black table. You observed the area. It was devoid of many people. The several that were present made no recognition of your proximity in their intoxicated state.

"So who's first?" Jungkook asked, setting the bottle of tequila, rim salt, and limes down on the table.

"U-uh, I don't know. I guess it doesn't matter." You shrugged hesitantly. You were way out of your element here.

"Perfect then, you first." Jungkook should be ashamed by how excited he was at getting to sample your skin. It looked smooth, felt soft when he had you in his arms, and would no doubt probably taste as sweet as it seemed. You nodded in docility, wandering over to crawl on top of the table, being attentive to your dress. You lay flattened against the table, shiverings racking your body as he began pouring a trail of salt between your cleavage. 

He poured himself a shot in the depression of your throat and tore the lime in half with his bare hands. Smirking at how you flinched when he thumped the liquor bottle down beside your head. Jungkook pushed the other half of the unevenly split lime towards your lips, a silent gesture to take the lime in your mouth. Jungkook watched as your lips curled gently around the hull of the green citrus. A flare of lust stirred in his loins at the action. He couldn't wait to see your lips stretched around the head of his cock. He observed your eyes clamped closed as he began dropping his head forward to your chest. It was adorable and innocent. He noted the way your lips slackened around the citrus in your mouth, your chest heaving in speed, the closer his tongue trailed to your neck.

You tasted splendid, just as sweet as he thought. The salt on your skin did nothing to deter your natural flavor. If anything, it enhanced your sweetness, rendering your skin damn near mouth-watering. Jungkook's ears perked at the breathless moans slipping past the fruit perched against your lips, drawn out by the repeated pass of the wet, pink appendage lapping at the salt line between the valley of your breast. Committing your muffled moans to memory, he lapped persistently at the collection of salt and tequila in the hollow at the base of your neck.

You face flammed in embarrassment as panting moans effortlessly tumbled from your mouth. Who knew your chest and neck was such an erogenous spot. Despite your shame, you couldn't stop wriggling, shifting your thighs together for some form of friction to sate the rising arousal dampening your panties. You yelped at the sensation of blunt teeth nibbling at your skin before soft lips came to suck at the shallow indentations. Fluffy hair with an undercut came into your line of vision as Jungkook lifted his head up to your lips. Your heart stammered tortuously against your ribs, flirtatious eyes stared lidded with searing lust, his head advanced closer to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, lips puckering against the bitter hull of the lime.

Jungkook closed the distance, slanting his mouth over the lime, blocking his contact with yours. He sucked against the sour fruit, acidity puckering his lips, residual tartness flowing to your cracked lips. Jungkook withdrew from your mouth, taking the drained lime hull with it. Your saccharine moans were heaven to his ears. It had awoken something inside him, fueled his fire in knowing that possibly no one had ever heard such a sweet sound. He wanted more, craved more. 

"Have you ever been kissed before, sweetheart?" Your eyes followed the movement of his tongue, poking out to moistening his lips. 

"Yeah, once in like 3rd grade." Who hasn't snuck behind a tree or hid underneath the dark coverings of playground equipment to lock lips with a childhood crush?

He grinned salaciously, body moving to rest between your spread legs. Oh, now he was really excited. Your lips were practically untouched. Just another part of your body to claim first. You jumped when palms pressed flat against the revealed skin of your thigh. Gently, Jungkook rubbed lazy circles on your skin, never lowering or furthering than the hem of your dress. He felt you wiggle beneath his hands, observed your eyes, glimpsing―darting about, should you concentrate on his face, or his hand, uncertainty was etched on your face.

"Amazing." He groaned, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, before grinning again. His face inched closer to yours, his lips but a breath apart, warmth flickered against your lips as he talked, level and smooth. " Well, how about I become your second?

And then his lips were on you, the soft muscle mangled itself to your lips, tentative and sluggish to give you a chance to register his mouth slanted upon yours. Jungkook chuckled against your lips at your unresponsiveness. He guesses you were a little shell shocked. It only takes a few more stagnant seconds before you're shyly reciprocating his kiss. Delicate, shaky movements highlighted your inexperience. Increasingly, Jungkook increased the pressure behind lips, his hands spreading to enclose around your waist, dragging you closer against him. One of Jungkook's hands removed from your waist to bury itself in your hair, gently his fingernails scratched against your scalp, an airy moan was his reward. 

Hands completely abandoning your midsection, one gripped the meat of your thigh, pulling you to the edge of the table, flush against the tent of his denim jean encased manhood, the other embedded in your strands pulled sharply on your roots, a loud gasp tearing from you. Jungkook took that opportunity to advance his tongue into your gaped mouth. His tongue wrapped itself around yours, briefly wrestling for dominance before easily pinning your tongue in submission. His hips ground against yours, the heat of your covered core teased him through his jeans. 

He thoroughly explored your mouth, swallowing the now copious cries leaving your mouth. Reluctantly, Jungkook tore himself from your kiss-swollen lips. The ravished looked suited you perfectly. You looked beautiful, thighs brazenly spread, eyes glazed over in lust, your sticky chest heaving from the length of the shared kiss. Even in the dim lights, he could make out the taunt pebbling of your nipples. 

Your mouth gaped wide, flapping about like a fish out of water, trying despairingly to draw air into your lungs. Your first kiss definitely didn't compare to this much. Your wide eyes flicked between Jungkook and the floor, your bottom lip tucked firmly between your teeth, feeling shy as he just stares at you. Releasing your teeth from your lips, you timidly touched your mouth, admiring how plump they've gotten from the intense liplock.

Wordlessly Jungkook hitched you over his shoulder, winded with a grunt as his defined shoulder blades dug into your stomach and what sounded like a growled vibrate up into you. You squirmed lightly in his hold, scared he was going to drop you, and secondly, your panty-clad ass on display for the party-goers, not that anyone was looking. 

You watched the continuous panels of hardwood floor move beneath you as Jungkook carried you to an unknown destination. You couldn't believe you were really doing this. Were you actually going to have sex with a complete stranger? Someone who was known for explicitly fucking virgins. Realistically, you should be ashamed, yet, you conceded full control to him without a second thought. What did that say about you? About your character? Would you now be labeled as 'easy' or a 'hoe' after all this was done? What was going to happen between you and Jungkook? 

The flick of a switch stirred from your thoughts. You shield your eyes with your hand at the bright lights pouring into the room, or rather a bathroom. Jungkook loved the confusion marring your features. He wouldn't fuck you in his bedroom just yet. That was a privilege you would have to earn, no matter how intrigued he had become with you. There's always humiliation to be had in the corruption of innocence, and fucking you in the bathroom was a good start. He planned on making you watch him as he destroyed your body, popping your cherry, stretching your tight virginal hole to accommodate his length, and claimed it as his own. Jungkook shuddered at the thought, his possessive nature taking a turn for the worst. 

Impatiently Jungkook sat you on top of the bathroom sink counter, his lips smashed against yours, the previous tenderness was gone, vanished into a puff of smoke. Teeth banged, and tongues flailed recklessly against each other in the heat of passion, with you struggling to keep up with the demands of his dominating kiss. Thick fingers trailed beneath the hem of your dress, tickling the expanse of your thighs. Jungkook wasted no time in shifting your slick soaked panties to the side, a warm digit gliding effortlessly through your damn folds.

"Fuck, you're already so wet. You're enjoying this a little too much, baby girl." Jungkook growled, panting against your lips. His finger breached your sex, you tensed deftly around the foreigner intrusion, stretching your weeping walls. 

"Ah, Jungkook." You cried listlessly, rocking your hips against his stilled finger. He felt so good inside you, and it was just his finger. Maybe this experience wouldn't be as bad as you heard. Now you couldn't wait to see what his cock felt like embedded deep within your pussy. Jungkook pumped slowly, eventually introducing a second finger to help loosen you up more. You were gonna be a tight fit, very tight, but that just made it even better. You hissed at the slight burn as he began scissoring his fingers apart with each withdrawal. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you buried your head against his broad chest, your mellifluous moans suppressed by the fabric of his shirt. 

"G-go faster, please." You begged, your body adjusting and quickly becoming frustrated by the snail's pace his fingers were pumping. You bucked your hips against his hands, hoping he would ease the growing discomfort boiling in your stomach. 

"Have you ever had an orgasm before, babe?" You nodded eagerly at his question, whining as you bucked against his hand again.

"Oh, really? Who gave it to you." Slow, he was going too slow you wanted, no you needed more friction, more stimulation from him.

"M-me. I-i did." Jungkook loved how you stuttered, it stroked his ego and filled him with arrogance to know it was him, and only that was capable of making you stumble over your words.

"Mmm, and how did you do it? Did you rub this little clit of yours raw?" You cried louder when his thumb flicked at your clit, the stimulation further drawing the appendage from its hood.

"Or did you fuck this tight hole, with these tiny fingers of yours?" At those words, a loud, choked moan, even muffled by your face in his chest, echoed throughout the white bathroom. Jungkook had gone deeper inside, almost to the third knuckle. Another moan left your lips as he twisted his fingers inside you, his palm now facing upwards.

"Though you and I bought know they couldn't possibly reach deep enough to touch the spot you really want." It's euphoric, no better yet orgasmic, the sheer shock of electric pleasure that zaps through your body when he finds the spongy bundle of nerves. Your body jerked heavily, legs go to snap close, only to be stopped by his broad body between your thighs.

He chuckles softly, stroking your thigh with his other hand. Jungkook shifts his head down, bringing his mouth closer to your ear. He exhales quietly, warm air tinged with tequila and lime caresses the light hairs on you around your ear. " I found it, huh?"

You whimper, rubbing your head up and down against his chest.

"You want me to speed up the pace, sweetheart?" Jungkook's voice is delicate now, so gentle. But you're confused, overwhelmed, and scared. It's never felt like this when you did it yourself. Your not sure if you could handle the feeling, so you don't provide an answer to Jungkook's question.

"Don't ignore me ____, that's not nice manners. I'll ask again." You clench around his fingers as Jungkook inches just a bit deeper. 

"Do you. Want me. To go faster?" With each pause, he arches his fingers in a 'come here' motion, pressing deeply against your bundle of nerves, the sensation of having to pee accompanied with each thrust.

 "Y-yes, faster, more. Pl-lease." Fuck, you sounded so pretty begging for him if he wasn't addicted before. You had him sprung now. Jungkook buried his face in the crook of your neck, the sharp smell of tequila and salt still lingering on your skin. He sucked at the junction where your shoulder and neck met. You bucked harder against his fingers, your juices now dripping to coat his palm is sticky cream.

"If you wanted more. Why didn't you just ask?" Jungkook said deviously. Confused, you felt withdraw his sticky digits, walls gripping to stop their departure. Without warning, Jungkook flipped you over onto the counter, your knees buckled at the sudden change in position. Your faced burning at your displayed state, droplets of your essence dribbled from your pussy, slicking up your inner thighs. You yelped as Jungkook grasped at the length of your hair, pulling back pointedly, your neck craned back to observe him addressing you in the mirror.

"You've been wondrous for me ____. Such a sweet girl." He expressed, his empty hand disappearing behind your perked ass to fiddle with the groin of his pants. 

"Truly, you have. Your response and reactions to my touch have really gotten me riled up. It's been a while since I've tittered on the edge of losing control." You wheezed, starting to panic as you felt the thick head of his cock slap teasingly against your slicked throbbing hole. Oh, God, he's huge. Jungkook's cock might just tear you apart. You shifted your hips forward, pressing against the cold marble of the bathroom counters door.

"I-i don't think, I can t-take it Jungkook, you're too b-big. It's my first-time, r-remember?” Your stuttering worse now, but you're scared.

Jungkook pulls your hips back with the hand the was grasping his length, the side of your hip now coated in his pre-cum. His hand lays flat in the crease of your back, forcing you into a perfect arch. 

"You can take it, all of it. And don't worry, of course, I remembered your fragility. I'll go slow, I promise." You plead silently with your eye contact through the mirror. 

"You ready?" You nod once an advert your eyes down to the sink.

Your mouth shakily falls agape as he slowly began pushing the head of his cock into you. It burns, but not as bad as you had anticipated. You take the chance to look back up into the mirror, adamant about giving Jungkook a thankful smile for his gentleness. That vision that greets looks like it jumped right off the page of your favorite erotic story. 

Jungkook's got his head thrown back, the edge of his t-shirt clenched tightly between his teeth, your eyes trail the drip of sweat that follows the curve of his jawline. You have a clear view of his abs all the way down to the v-cut of his hip, to the happy trail that leads to a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. You clench tightly around him, efficiently aroused by the view. You feel his cock throbbed heavily inside you, even getting bigger if possible.

"You like that, sweet girl? You like seeing me struggling to contain myself because you're so tightly around me. This little pussy trying to milk me for all I can give you." You love it. You feel powerful in a way. Do you really feel that good around him?

"Yes." Jungkook draws out the 'S.' 

"You feel amazing, so warm and wet. I wished you could see how coated in white you've got me, and I'm not even all the way in yet."

You scream soundless as he bucks into you, shoving in half of his length. It doesn't hurt anymore. You just feel stuffed full. Lifting a trembling hand, you take the chance a feel the lower part. You noticed swelling that wasn't there before, intrigued; you push down against it, moaning in shock you realize it's Jungkook's cock. 

"Yeah, baby girl, that's all me, well, most of me. You ready to take the rest?"

"Yes! Please!" That's the clearest you've been all night. You don't get an answer as Jungkook immediately picks up his pacing, thrusting into you faster. He wastes no time pumping deeply into your tight pussy, his tip smashing against the entrance to your cervix as you pant and grit your teeth in slight discomfort, overshadowed by pleasure. The burning sensation is back as he fucks in deeper with each brutal and swift stroke. But you don't care cause it still feels amazing. You can hear yourself, sloppy and soaking wet, echoing throughout the bathroom. You're drooling down his pistoning cock. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs. Your head jerks violently against your shoulders, to weak support your head from his menacing thrust. 

Tightened vocal cords released strained shrieks of praise; from your mouth, drool dripping from your lips, into the sticky cleavage of your breast, and sweat coated your skin. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, never had you felt anything so deep inside you. If you ever had sex with anyone else, they would never compare to Jungkook.  You were fucked both figuratively and literally.

Jungkook pulled you further from off the sink, the new position allowing him even deeper. You clawed at the marble tops underneath your fingers, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. That sensation of having to pee is back again.

"J-K, I-m. I have to-," You don't get to finish as the band in your stomach snapped. Silently you announced your release; if it wasn't for the new wave of cum coating his cock, or the fluttering tightness of your walls, Jungkook might have missed your orgasm. He wasn't far behind you. The constant clenching of your ridged walls around his cock, had him reaching his limit sooner than he would like. Jungkook had half a mind to pull out but decided to gamble his odds. You're the first person he's fucked raw in a while, and with three deep thrusts later, he was shooting his hot seed right against your cervix. 

Breathing heavily, Jungkook lets you fall against the sink, observing as you crumpled against the sink countertop. Pride swelled his chest as he watched his seed bubble out of your well-used hole. He's never contemplated going farther with the virgins he fucked. He wouldn't make any hasty decisions now though there were still a lot of things he wanted to do with you. He would sleep on it and revisit the idea in the morning.

"So would you say, Operation: Pop Your Cherry was a success?"

You giggled, winded, still having difficulty catching your breath. You straighten up against the bathroom counter, the majority of your weight still resting on the object as you had yet to regain the feeling in your legs.

"Jimin and his stupid code names. I swear when I get a hold ass, he's dead." You warned already preparing your revenge on your best friend. You stare at Jungkook in the eyes through the mirror, smile a bit goofy, you say.

"Operation: Pop My Cherry. Mission complete."

[leo-interactive-fiction]

How would the ROs respond if they saw their past self as a kid in person? Would they give a life lesson? Or warn them of something bound to happen? Even flat out lie about who they are to their past self even if their past self thinks they know that it's them? Would the ROs even get along with their past self or come to love/hate them?

E kneels down to child E, giving a warm smile as they lay a supportive hand on their shoulder, "Don't worry, just keep trying. They'll understand your feelings eventually."

Child E's eyes widen in recognition of the words.

You give a curious look, "What're you two talking about."

They both spin around quickly, simultaneously responding

"N-Nothing!" "N-Nothing!"

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R looks down at the brightly smiling kid in front of them, though they're unable to match it. They continue on their way, walking past the child and causing them to turn around curiously.

"Hey! I feel like I know you. Are you one of dad's friends?"

Hearing the question gives R pause, but they don't look back. "Sorry, you must be mistaken. I've never seen you before in my life."

You catch up and fall in step with them, "You didn't want to meet them?"

R sighs, "I'd rather they enjoyed the freedom they have left."

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L leans down, inspecting the book clutched tightly in the child's hands. "Is that 'The Forgotten Dove' you're reading?"

Child L's eyes light up in fascination, "You know it?"

"It's one of my favorite stories."

"Mine too!" the child says enthusiastically before catching themselves, reigning themselves in, "My apologies."

"It's alright to feel passionate."

"Father says it's improper behavior..."

L smiles sadly in understanding, "To some, that same behavior is the most cherished. It's important to find those that will accept in you what others may deem flaws."

"Like the dove?" the child draws the parallels quickly, causing L to smile.

"Exactly."

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V stares at the child with a hard gaze, their hands balling into fists at the sight of their cheerful smile.

"Why are you happy? You're weak."

Child V tilts their head, "My friends--"

"You can't save them," V interrupts, "You can't save anyone. Not even yourself. Why are you..." V's fists shake with a barely concealable rage, their teeth clenching, "Why are you so worthless?!"

Child V steps back cautiously, fear painting their face, "What are you talking about?"

Before V can respond, you step closer. Their hands relax when they see you, though they're unable to meet your gaze, "Nothing. It was just a bad dream. Carry on."

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Child P gives P a hard glare, "What do you want? I'm busy."

"No you're not, you little shit."

"The hell did you just say to me?!" the kid clenches their fists, prepared to fight."

P's eyes narrow, "What do you think that'll do?"

"Who cares! You're just pissing me off."

"You were pissed off long before we talked."

"Shut up! You don't know a damn thing about me!" the kid seethes, rushing at P.

P doesn't hold back, kicking them harshly to the ground before tossing their jacket away. There's a severity in their tone as they stare down at the wincing child, "Get up. If you can't even hit me, you won't have any chance against him. Show me how far you're willing to go."

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M crouches down, showing the child to you with a small chuckle, "Wasn't I...just...the cutest kid...?"

Child M looks at their adult version, their eyes widening in recognition, "Are you me?!"

"That's...right..."

"Why do I talk like that?"

"You get...tired..."

"Hmm," Child M thinks for a moment before their eyes sparkle, "Do I get a cute boy/girlfriend in the future?"

M shows you off like a valuable art showcase, though the kid scrunches their nose, "Ew."

M chuckles, "You just...don't know...what you...like yet..."

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Raven smiles lightly at the disheveled child, delicately picking a rotten banana peel from their hair, "Someone threw their trash in your dumpster again, didn't they?"

"Do I look okay?" the kid says quietly, running their fingers through their oily hair and frantically picking bits of discarded trash from their clothes, their gaze occasionally flicking past Raven.

"You look great!" Raven says genuinely.

Child Raven nods happily before quickly moving past them. The stench of refuse grows stronger as they move closer, their eyes widening at the sight of you and a heavy blush pressed to their cheeks. They wave sheepishly.

"H-Hello...! I-I-I-I...." the kid seems to lose their thoughts as they continue to look at you until blurting out, "Do you want children?!"

You try your best not to look at the kid, "I wasn't really looking to adopt..."

"We can make them ourselves," they say breathlessly before releasing a giggle, clearly embarrassed by their own words. They tug at the front of your shirt, directing you to the sight of an infatuated smile, "You'll wait for me, right?"

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Child S runs up to S's motorcycle, their excitement high, "This looks just like-!"

"Sandrider."

Child S's head snaps to S, who leans against the bike with a wide grin, "Her name's Sandrider."

"That's a great name," the rugged kid says, reaching towards the bike, "Can I..."

Without waiting for them to finish, S picks the kid up and places him on the back. Their eyes light up as soon as the ignition engages and the vehicle roars to life.

"She's amazing! Hey, hey, are ya gonna be in the Desert Race this year? Ya can definitely win!"

S smiles solemnly, "Nah, not this year, but..." They turn around with the brightest grin you've seen them wear, jutting a thumb confidently to themselves, "We definitely will!"

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As F moves closer, the child presents a flower crown to them, a light smile on their face, "I made extras, and I think it will compliment your hair beautifully!"

Wordlessly, F kneels and allows the child to place the crown on their head while continuing to talk.

"You're from Frenza, right? Are you part of one of the aristocratic houses?"

"Yes, you could say that," F responds gently, "Thank you for your gracious gift, Your Highness."

The child shifts uncomfortably, their mood deflating, "Right..."

"It must be hard to understand which words are genuine when they are said to you, knowing the position you're in," F mentions sadly, causing the child's interest to pique.

"Is it hard for you too?"

"It never grows easier," F says, taking the flower crown from their head and placing it on the child's, "But while there are those who expect perfection from us, there are also those who expect nothing that we may confide in, as well as one you deem worth caring for."

You lean towards the two, "Are you talking about me?"

"Of course not," F says haughtily.

Child F gives you a knowing smile, "Of course not."

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Thank ya for the ask!

[ppersonna]

higher - kth | m

all that matters to me girl, win or lose, is an x-rated complete swirl of me and you. so if you want to see the show, just come with me baby, i will show you how i roll - insurance?, the higher

↳ summary- a chance meeting with a handsome stranger in the airport leads to a very exciting flight.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 3.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre-  smut, pwp, the plot is basically one whole sentence

↳ warnings-  public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, cum play, unprotected sex (fiction isnt rl life, wrap it up pals), sex in an airport and a plane whoops, sex with stranger

↳ a/n- hi folks! this fic has been in my trash basically because i wasnt sure i liked it too much! but i was convinced by a few friends to post it. i surely hope you enjoy this little to no plot LMFAO.�� pls feel free to message, comment, dm me, carrier pigeon, etc etc. i LOVE YOU.

“Wow, you’re cute,” a voice calls to you through the crowded airport. 

You lower your book down to gaze at where the voice came from, an eyebrow arched in confusion. An airport was an odd place to be hit on. 

The voice came from the man across from you, sitting in the black plastic leather seat of the waiting area for your gate. He waves his hand a little as if to take ownership for the compliment. 

“Oh, uhhh,” you bite your lip. “Thank you?”

He smiles. It’s beautiful.  You’re struck by the gleaming white teeth and boxy smile.

 “Are you heading to Los Angeles too?” He leans forward, wanting to get closer to you. 

You lay your book down on your lap and nod. “Yeah, I am. Visiting.” 

The boy wouldn’t stop grinning. He was ethereal in beauty. Cover of a magazine star quality.  Shaggy brown hair, button nose and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. His voice was a sinful pitch of sexy baritone and his body appeared lithe and toned.  Of all the men to hit on you in a bustling airport, you were glad it was this one. 

“Me too! Meeting my friends there for a long bachelor party week of partying.” 

“Oh, you’re getting married?” You ask. That would make this exchange less invigorating. 

“No! No,” he quickly replies. “My childhood best friend Seokjin is. He wants to go around LA and eat at as many restaurants as he can and then drink until he passes out. His words.”

You stifle a laugh, pleased with the information that the young suitor across from you is at the very least, not engaged. “Sounds like a wild time.” 

He nods in agreement, flashing a cute grin. Your stomach flips. He’s so attractive. You can’t help but eye him down, let your gaze soak in his beauty. He notices and smirks. 

“What seat are you?” He asks.

“Ah,” you squint at the ticket in your lap. “14A. Window seat.” 

He laughs out loud. “No fucking way.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “Why?”

“I’m 14B.”

You join in his laughter.  “Seems like we’re in for an exciting flight.”

He winks at you and you feel your stomach flip in anticipation.  

“I think you’re right,” he agrees.

“I’m Taehyung, by the way. Can’t wait to get to know you better, neighbor.” He drawls, before leaving to stand in line to board the plane.

The long haul flight starts out simple, conversation flowing between you and Taehyung easily. You discuss your plans for LA, what you hope to see, your friends. He’s a gentleman from the very beginning and asks questions about your life.  He seems genuinely curious about you.  He hands you his phone before the plane takes off, begging to see your Instagram.

You grin as you take the device and tap in your username, showing him the profile that pops up.

“God damn,” he sighs as he scrolls through your images.  Selfies, pictures with friends, your dog, everything.  “You’re really fucking attractive.”

You blush and watch as he presses the ‘follow’ button.  You’re just as eager to get a glimpse at his own profile.  The man looks like he could be a model, you’re sure his pictures do him justice.  Plus, you’re dying to show your friends the hottie who hit on you in the airport.

The flight takes off and you settle in for a long, 15 hour flight with your new companion.  

The chill of the recycled air prickles at your skin, and you’re tugging on the thin airplane blanket as soon as you can.

He coos at you, finding the sight of you cuddled up adorable.   “You’re really cute,” he states again.  “I’m like, ridiculously into you.”

Your cheeks heat. “You’re like, ridiculously confident, you know?”

He offers a wink in reply.

“I’d totally fuck you.” He sighs after a moment, causing you to splutter on your own spit.

“Jesus! We just met!” Your eyes widen in surprise, looking around to ensure no one on the plane heard your conversation.  

“So? What's the difference between meeting at a club or meeting on a plane?  After the club, you still get laid.”

You’re silent for a moment, pondering his words.  Honestly, he’s not wrong.  The only difference is the level of exhibitionism he’s exuding.  

But, the idea of hooking up with the handsome stranger on the flight has you aching in more than one way.

“Here?” You whisper harshly, heart rate elevating quickly.

He laughs for a moment.  “Damn, I meant like in the bathroom or something, but you’ve got a better idea.”

Your cheeks are nearly tomato red in color as he winks at you.  

“You down?” He asks sweetly.

You feel Taehyung’s hand land on your thigh, rubbing at the fabric of your yoga tights. You steal a glance at him and see him staring right back at you, a smirk clear in his perfectly shaped lips. 

“I-...,” it’s hard to talk, let alone breathe.  Taehyung is offering to pleasure you right here in the middle of a crowded plane.  The thought is heady and very persuasive.  “Will you stop if I ask you to?”

Tae’s eyes soften.  “Of course.  You just say the word and I’ll stop.”

His reaction seems genuine and makes your heart flutter in relief.   You worry your bottom lip for just a moment, and then nod your agreement.

“Just keep quiet,” you whisper and his grin is wicked.  

“I’d worry about yourself in that regard.”

You’re suddenly thankful the old man sitting next to Taehyung on the aisle seat is fast asleep, blackout mask covering his eyes and earbuds shoved in his ears. 

Tae’s fingers slide up and down your leg. He sees your blissed out face already and winks. 

Fuck, it’s incredible how quickly he turns you on. His hand on your leg has you absolutely soaking wet. You weren’t sure you wanted to know what else he could do, your body might not handle it. 

His fingers run up higher, towards where your thighs meet. He grazes his touch over your core and you’re sure he can feel your wetness. It feels like your whole body is burning, his touch igniting flames wherever he drags his fingers.  

He leans over to whisper in your ear. “I’m a little cold, mind if I share the blanket?”

You can only nod, the power of speech completely gone now.  You gasp as his fingers maintain an up and down motion along your clothed slit. 

He chuckles and pulls the blanket over himself to join you in the warmth. To any bystander on the plane, you appear as a loved up couple sharing a blanket for a nice nap. In reality, you’re strangers desperate to feel each other. 

“Pull these leggings down for me, baby?” He asks, but it sounds like a demand. You’re so into it you can’t even breathe. You idly obey, lifting your hips slightly to push the leggings down just far enough to not be suspicious. 

He turns his body to rest his head on your shoulder, giving off the illusion of a lovesick boyfriend wanting to cuddle.  

“Fuck,” he moans into your ear. His finger is rubbing along your pussy now, gathering up the slick that has gathered. “So fucking wet for me.”

You swallow thickly and try to bite back the loud moan begging to leave your lips. 

“Do you like that, babe?” He whispers, the breath in your ear making you shiver. “You want me to finger you here on the plane?” 

“P-please,” you croak out. He turns your face towards him and presses his lips against yours.  The kiss is all innocence, as his fingers slide into your core.  He’s the definition of heaven and hell.  You stifle a moan against his lips as you feel him enter you, his fingers curling up as he begins a gentle thrust.  The silver rings on his fingers are cold, and you’re sure they’ll be covered in your slick by the time he’s done with you.  

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans.  “You feel like fucking heaven baby.”

You’re trying to stay quiet, biting your lip and breathing harshly through your nose.  His fingers pick up a pace and you’re desperate, legs spreading to allow him better access.  

“God,” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver. “I wish I could kneel down and eat you right now.  I bet you taste so good.” 

He’s filthy, his words becoming more lascivious as he continues fucking into you.  His pace becomes punishing, and you’re sure if someone looked over they could see the rhythmic bounce of the blanket.

“F-fuck,” you manage. He’s curling his fingers just right, and the metal of his rings is cold and slick from the wetness spilling from you.  

“You wanna cum for me, baby?” He asks, kissing your lips quickly.  “You wanna cum all over my hand?” 

You’re nodding quickly, trying to keep your eyes open to watch for any sign of being caught, but the thrill is forcing them closed.  

“Yes, please,” you’re begging and trying so hard to maintain your low whisper.  Breathing is even harder now as you feel your body reacting to his powerful fingers thrusting into you.  The coil inside you is so near snapping it nearly hurts.  

“So polite, baby,” he caresses your ear with a lave of his tongue.  “Let go for me, pet.  Let me see you cum on me in the middle of this plane.”

It seems as if you’re programmed to obey, and your body reacts in accord to his demands.  The coil snaps and your cunt is convulsing around his fingers.  Taehyung plasters his lips against yours to muffle your moaning, while coaxing your walls with his fingers to continue pulsing around him.  

It takes a moment to come down, and Tae pulls away from your lips which leaves you breathless. 

“Fuck, you’re the hottest person I’ve literally ever met,” he sighs. “I’d marry you right now if I could.”

You blush as you pant hard, feeling your wetness slip down your core to the leather seat underneath you.  You grimace at the feeling and Tae smirks.  He pops his slick finger into his mouth to clean it, maintaining constant eye contact with you, before he slips it out and presses the call flight attendant button.

Your eyes widen and you’re squirming to make sure the blanket covers you.   Taehyung looks like the picture of professionalism as the elderly attendant comes to your row.

“Hi, my wife spilled her drink.  Could we get some extra napkins?”  

The attendant nods and slips away, leaving you with your blown senses and quivering legs.  She’s back in an instant with a stack of napkins and Taehyung smiles sweetly at you.

“Let me help you, babe,” he grins.  “You’re so clumsy, it’s adorable.”  His hand slips back between your thighs, wiping at the mess he wrought out of you, before his fingers dance on your clit yet again.

The 15 hour flight may be the best and most torturous one yet.

By the time the plane lands on American soil, you’ve orgasmed 4 times at the hand of Taehyung.  You’ve also managed to give him a ferocious handjob that left some questionable stains on the airline provided blanket, and taken a nap in his embrace.

It’s single-handedly the weirdest flight you’ve ever taken but definitely your favorite. 

Tae walks next to you as you exit the plane, hand in hand.  You don’t know what the fuck is happening but you’re feeling as if you’ve just been crowned queen of England.

“So, my wife,” Taehyung jokes.  He kept the marriage roleplay up the whole flight, even regaling the once-sleeping man next to him with stories of how you met and where you got married.  The whole scenario had you completely flustered and heart fluttering anxiously as he described how beautiful you were on your wedding day. 

“I need to stop at the bathroom.  Would you care to come with and watch my luggage?”  He asks you, eyebrow raising suggestively.  

You’re silent for a moment, but notice his growing smirk.  

“Of course, darling,” you play.  He squeezes your hand in response and drags you to the closest private bathroom he can find.

It’s not big and it’s definitely seen better cleaning, but you don’t care as soon as Tae’s lips cover yours the moment the door closes.  All luggage is dropped and you’re throwing your arms around his neck.  He holds you tight and lifts you up slightly.

“God, I wanted to kiss you like that the whole flight,” he sighs after pulling away.  “I also wanted to fuck your tight little cunt until you can’t walk straight.”

“What’s stopping you, husband?” You tease as you press your hips to his.  

He growls with appreciation as he lunges forward to kiss you again, teeth nipping at your lips and tongue swirling around your mouth.

“That’s my dirty little girl,” he whispers as he tugs the shirt you’re wearing off your body. “Someone loves getting fucked where anyone could walk in.”  

You allow the fabric to fall to the ground, before you’re attaching your lips to his face, kissing and sucking down his neck.  His skin tastes salty and sweet, and you’re desperate to lick every inch. 

“Mmm, my little exhibitionist,” he slaps your ass and the sting elicits a gasp from you.  “I bet your cute pussy is still dripping wet from earlier.”  He pushes you against the cold tile of the wall. “Let me see please?” 

You nod as he kisses your lips one last time, then descends to his knees and pulls your leggings and hopelessly soiled panties with him. You’re sure your core is drenched.  The man made you cum more times in one flight than you had in most of your hookups, and that was from his fingers alone. 

“Shit,” he gasps as you step out of the leggings and expose your drenched folds. “This is the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. Still so wet from my fingers.” 

He drags a digit through and pops it into his mouth, savoring the taste. You’re whimpering, worried your legs will give out from all blood rushing to your cunt. 

“I dreamed I got to wake you up from our nap by eating you out,” he admits as he pulls your folds apart and licks his lips at the sight of your clit. “I want to wake up between your thighs.” 

Any chance for retort is cut off, throat going dry as he pushes his tongue against your bundle of nerves, already overstimulated from an orgasm-filled flight.  He laps at it, swirling around it vulgarly before dipping lower to fuck his tongue into you. 

“I could fucking drink you.”  

Tae isn’t shy with words, that is a fact you’re now very aware of. He commentates the entire thing, whispering his desires as he fucks his tongue in you and suckles at your clit. 

“Tae, oh god,” you sigh. Your pussy has never been more pleasured in your short life, and in such a short time period. 

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name,” he whispers with a particularly rough lick to the hood of your clit. “I wanna make you cum on my tongue but I need to fuck you before my cock explodes.” 

“Yes, please, need you!” You whine needily and he slurps you one last time before he slips back up to level with you. 

You assist him in undoing his jeans and he whips his stiff cock out. 

“I want to suck you off,” you murmur as you stare at the head dripping with pre-cum. 

“Oh Christ,” he gasps and tilts his head back. “I want that too but I’m so desperate to be inside you, baby. Next time.” He smirks. 

He’s lining himself up, kissing your nose and lips and face as he pushes into you. 

It feels like the culmination of all your desire and passion. You’re finally full of him after 15 hours of his delicious foreplay and nothing has ever felt more satisfying than his push into your drenched channel. He feels as if he slots right into you perfectly, pussy walls molding around him like a puzzle piece you didn’t realize was missing. 

“Holy shit babe,” he groans. “Sweetest little pussy I’ve ever felt.”  His voice sounds dreamy, and his grip on your hips tightens. “Shit, I could get used to this.” 

You’re whimpering with want, desperate to feel his cock thrusting inside you. 

“Need you, Tae. Please fuck me.” 

He’s quick to comply, slowly pulling his length out before slamming it back in, eliciting a loud sob from your lips.  His cock slipping and fucking into you is the best feeling and you feel like you’ve injected the drug that is Tae directly into your veins.  

Taehyung keeps his filthy monologue running as he ruts into you. 

“You feel so good, little one,” he gasps. “So wet and tight for me.”

The tip of his cock bumps against your cervix, jolting you with each thrust. You wish you could take him deeper, so deep he never leaves. 

“Gonna cum on my cock, aren’t you?” he asks as he tugs on your nipple. “Fuck, I want you to cum.” 

His lips move to suck at your neck, and your hands claw harsh red lines down his back. Your insides feel like lava, hot and boiling and ready to burn you down instantly.  

“P-please, so fucking close,” you weep. You’re sure you’ll never get fucked as good as you are right now, never feel as satisfied as you have over the last 15 hours. You’re desperate for everything and you want more, more. 

“Yeah, fuck, cum for me little slut. Let the airport hear you get railed!” 

Your back is arching into him and he picks up the speed and power.  Wet skin slapping on skin echoes around the bathroom like music and your combined sighs and moans are the lyrics to a song only you and Taehyung could create. 

“Oh my god, I’m cumming!” You scream. “Tae! Fuck Tae! Tae!” You chant his name like a prayer, devoting your orgasmic bliss to the deity pounding into you.  He growls ferally, the sweet litany of his name bringing him right to the edge. 

Your cunt pulsates around him, gripping his cock and sucking him in. He shudders a gasp as he feels himself unravel completely by the feel of your completion.  He pulls out quickly and jerks himself to the end, cum splattering all over your stomach and tits.  He whines your name as it lands on your skin, and he wishes he could see this every single day. 

It takes you both a few seconds to breathe again, clinging to each other like long lost lovers. 

Tae smiles down at your cum covered stomach. “Messy.” 

“Seems like your wife isn’t the only clumsy one,” you wink.  You drag your finger through the viscous liquid and lick it into your mouth.  Taehyung groans. 

“Shit you’re gonna get me ready for round 2 and I’ve got a taxi to catch in 5 minutes.” 

He presses against you and kisses you, uncaring about the wetness pressing in between stomachs. 

“That was the best flight I’ve ever taken in my life,” he sighs as you both unlatch and begin the process of dressing again. 

You blush like a cherry and nod. “I only want to fly with that kind of accommodation from now on.” 

He wiggles his eyebrows. “We could make that happen.” 

“Yeah?” You ask as you slip back into your slide sandals. “You want to see me again?”

“Are you fucking kidding?” He hops on one foot to slip his own shoes on. “I’d fucking fly 15 hours again just to be with you.” 

Hope blooms in your chest, thankful that for some reason he seems as interested in continuing as you are.  You press towards him again and kiss him deeply, tongue slipping past his lips to demonstrate your desire. 

“Call me?” You ask. He nods in a daze. 

Your phone is ringing incessantly, reminding you that your best friend is waiting outside the airport and wondering where you are.  You have to leave and you find it hard to say goodbye. 

“Thank you for flying Kim Taehyung airlines,” he jokes as you grab your luggage and open the bathroom door. 

You choke on your laughter and blow a kiss, then push forward and leave behind the gorgeous and confident man of 14B in the bathroom. 

It’s not until an hour later when you settle into your hotel bed that you notice an instagram message. 

vante 12:45 am: let’s meet tonight. let me show you first class 😉

-2 years later-

The dash from the chapel to the airport is ridiculously quick.  You barely have enough time to change out of your white gown and slip into something comfortable, wave goodbye to the friends and family gathered in your honor, and slide into a taxi towards the international terminals. 

Tae holds your hand with a grin. He’s just as tired as you but you both can’t hold back your excitement, your awe of each other, elated by the events of the day and the thrill of the unknown future. He kisses you deeply during the taxi ride, uncaring about the way the driver eyes you two. Kissing Tae will never get old, you think, and you’re struck by the way he makes you feel each time his lips press to yours. 

His hands linger on your body, then slips to tangle your fingers together, diamond ring slipping against his smooth metal one.  He wants to kiss you more, take you there in the backseat, but you’re pulling up to the terminal before you know it and being tugged out of the backseat with your luggage in tow. 

Check in is a breeze, and you’re suddenly sitting at the waiting area of the gate—nose in a book as Taehyung sits beside you and fiddles with the luggage and boarding passes. 

“Wow, you’re really cute,” he speaks after moments of silence.  He peers at you over the book. 

You lower it to your lap with a sly grin. 

“I think I need to use the bathroom.” He says. The sparkle in his eyes sends shocks through you, as if it’s the first time you’re seeing him again.  “Care to assist me with my luggage?” 

You can’t fight the giggle and blush that polishes your cheeks.  

“Lead the way, husband.” 

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[tenthgrove]

LA SQUADRA SEPERATLY FINDING OUT THEY HAVE A YOUNGER SISTER HC?

La Squadra Discovering they have a Younger Sister

La Squadra x Reader, Platonic / Familial, SFW

Formaggio- Out of everyone in La Squadra, Formaggio has some of the closest contact with his birth family, so a secret sister he didn’t know about would be a huge surprise. The only way you could possibly exist is through an extramarital affair that got swept under the carpet, but Formaggio is still going to be thrilled to hear of you. He will want an in-person meet-up within days of learning you exist, or even sooner if you’re available. His goal from the get-go is to make up for lost time, in order to strive for as close a relationship as if you had been raised together. He’ll announce your existence to the squad and happily introduce you to them if you wish. He knows it’s dangerous to involve you with them, but he’s going to make damn sure himself that nobody will ever hurt you.

Illuso- Having lived through a sad, lonely childhood, Illuso’s initial outward reaction to finding out he has a sibling is apathy. Though he will seek you out, he will insist to anyone who asks that it’s out of pure curiosity. Things start to change after your first couple of interactions. His questions turn from frivolous curiosity to genuine concern. Was your childhood any better than his? Are you happy now? Once your relationship resembles a friendship, Illuso will meet with you regularly to catch up. He won’t say anything to the rest of the squad beyond the essentials and he won’t be seen with you in public, but with his stand, he doesn’t need to. Even if you are not a stand user yourself, he wants you to know about the mirror world. He wants you to be proud of what he’s capable of. 

Prosciutto and Pesci- (A/N: I will be using my personal hc of these two as biological brothers. I know that the canon evidence for this is questionable, but making them related just fits better with the way I view them.) To Prosciutto and Pesci, family has always been the most important thing, so there is no question that they will accept you as kin no matter where you are in life. Prosciutto in particular is not surprised to learn of you- he already knew his father was disloyal because Pesci exists. Another child in the mix is not a major shock. Building bonds with people who aren’t gangsters is not Prosciutto’s strong-point, but he will be happy to support you financially or offer you protection if you ever need it. Though he may not meet with you frequently, you’re welcome to call him if you are ever in need of advice or an ear to listen. Pesci’s reaction is a little different. He desperately wants to be close with you, but he fears being despised for what he’s made of his life. Prosciutto has to tell him to grow up and face you. Once things are less awkward, Pesci will do his best to stay in touch with you regularly, frequently meeting up. He will be a very sweet, supportive older brother, always offering encouragement and boosting your self-esteem. 

Melone- The chances are, he encountered you completely by accident. It began the day he first saw you, most likely either at a bar or online, and was struck by your similar features. He did some digging, got hold of your DNA, and the results confirmed his suspicions. You are Melone’s little sister. His first port of call is to contact you and explain himself. He makes no attempt to hide the bizarre life he lives (excluding the fact he regularly commits murder) and the way he found you, which is enough to make you call him for bullshit until you’re also forced to acknowledge the resemblence you share to him. With you convinced, Melone visits you in person to find out how you’re getting on, and to shed some light on your interests and personality so he can engage with you better in future conversations. He also wants to know about your relationships. Do you have a partner? Children? If so, he’ll definitely want to be involved in their lives, offering to take babysitting duties whenever you need. If you’re single and don’t want to be, he’ll be happy to help matchmake for you. Just don’t ask about his methods.

Ghiaccio- He’s very cautious about getting you mixed up with him because if you’re his sister and younger than he is, that makes you a kid. Some of the others say he’s a kid, but he wouldn’t go that far, thank you. However, he still wants to have contact with you out of an abundance of paranoia for his own shitty, shitty childhood. Who is taking care of you? Do they treat you well? If you’re being subjected to anything close to what your parents put him through, he’s going to be angry and there’s going to be blood. The last thing he wants is for you to be lonely, so he’ll suck up his reluctances and hang out with you from time to time, to see how you’re doing. But please, for the love of god, don’t try and follow him into Passione. He could never forgive himself if that happened. 

Risotto- Another one in the ‘not surprised’ category. Risotto’s parents ditched him at birth, so he’s always known there was a fair chance they would have had other children after him. The wounds of his parents’ abandonment are deeper than he’s willing to admit, but he won’t hold it against you. You are a reminder of the peaceful life he could have lived, and for that he wants to cherish you. In-person meetings are going to be rare. He can’t stand the thought of Passione learning of your existence and using you against him. However, he will still make time for you in texts and phone-calls, listening to you describe your day-to-day life and offering advice where you ask for it. Perhaps, if everything is calm within the gang, he will sneak away for a few days around your birthday or the holidays, to spend time with you in person.

Sorbet- Reluctant, but don’t take it personally. Sorbet’s entire childhood consisted of caring for his younger siblings while his mother was in no condition to do so herself. He’s not angry to find there was another sister he didn’t know about (most likely born after he ran away), but it is going to have some bad associations for him. Gelato will be the one to push him into meeting you, but despite his reservations Sorbet will treat you with absolute respect. His ongoing relations with you will be quite similar to Prosciutto’s, offering you support when you need it but otherwise keeping a distance. Perhaps once things are easier for him and Gelato, Sorbet will be able to become closer to you. He hopes you know that he wants things to be like that.

Gelato- His first reaction is caution. The rest of the family were absolute trash to him, and if you’re just going to look down on him and criticise his choices he doesn’t want to go near you. This goes double if you were actually raised by his estranged parents, as he’ll see you as some sort of replacement. That’s a thought that absolutely disgusts him. Rest assured he will come around eventually, once he sees you’re not the same as the rest of his family. He’ll invite you to hang out with him whenever you’re in town, and stay in touch via text whenever you aren’t. Sometimes you wake up at 3am to the most incomprehensible messages you’ve ever seen, frequently followed by an apology from Sorbet. Your brother is a real highlight of your life, always sure to make you laugh.

[ringmyheart]

Can I request Vin Jin boyfriend headcanons and some fluff? (You don't have to force yourself)

(This and the other vin jin rq were merged!)

Honestly the way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you’re a very calm person or outgoing person. No matter what this relationship is gonna end up being considerably chaotic

He ropes you into everything he does. Doesn’t matter if u r a design student or an architecture student or if ur on the opposite side of the school from him, u r practically in his class. Dating him is like signing a contract sealing away ur own life bc he makes it a point to be ALWAYS w u

In class he doesn’t gaf if the teacher has ur seat on the other end of class, he is somehow finding a way to sit next to u against ur will or not. And when the teacher moves u two away from eachother INTENTIONALLY bc of this, he is threatening whoever happened to sit next to u to trade seats w him. He will go as far as to dress up as them to make it look like they’re them to be next to u and he’s so dramatic ab it.... being away from u felt like u were star crossed lovers whom the world was fiercely against

And if UR against this cuz ur tired of getting in trouble in class, or if you reject any of his advances, he’s gonna be really, really, really offended. He will at first sputter and be kinda shy and embarrassed about it, before he goes “fine! Have fun on your own without me, the greatest thing in your fucking life!”

He move seats back and will glare at you periodically every five minutes to pavlov dog you so that every five minutes every day, even when he’s not there, you feel the burning stare of vin jin

If you’re his s/o, he’ll buy you a matching pair of sunglasses so ur the freshest looking couple around Seoul (they’re hideous and thick but he thinks u look fly)

The glasses don’t have nearly as many layers as his does for himself so u can see, and u wonder how he managed to make them just as bulky and if he did it on purpose to sabotage u. Like “did u make my glasses purposefully ugly so no one else will want me?”

U have to dodge a punch after saying anything like that ab his fashion decisions LMAOAO

He’s rlly proud of u two matching. With the glasses and anything in general. He’ll make you wear a jacket matching his, or the same shoes and he will stop people in the hall and be like “wait. Notice anything cool ab us today?? Cooler than normal??”

And when they don’t respond he boasts “that’s right!! Me and my other half r matching. Look at us and weep, losers.” He thinks u two look so good....... if ur enthusiastic ab wearing matching things too he is elated u have to pray that tomorrow he won’t show up w another “if lost return to Vin Jin” “I’m Vin Jin” pair of jackets or anything of the like bc it happens SO OFTEN

And on the topic of sharing when it’s cold he likes to share jackets and blankets w u. Ur desks r moved by eachother by vin jin himself and u two share one blanket over u and shiver bc he just likes it, sharing w u plus he’s slightly warmer. And yes if you guys had indivizual blankets you would be warmer, but u guys have to struggle together he doesn’t care what anyone says (yes even ur protests ur sharing that one blanket wether he has to wrap it around u himself and tear up the one u brought on ur own or what”

He is so blind in love that he cannot tell when u guys suck at stuff. Like if ur in the wrong he doesnt care ur RIGHT and he’s taking that to the grave. He can belittle u and call u out but if someone else says ur in the wrong it’s on sight

Will die protecting ur name even when ur the one who was genuinely wrong

He forces u to make a beat for him to rap to. He loves rapping and wants to enjoy it w u, so ur forcefed YouTube videos of how to beatbox so u can be his bgm and eventually u probably just start to enjoy it to

And u always start a beat and he starts busting out rhymes and it’s SO BAD. It doesn’t matter if ur good at beatboxing if vin Jin is on the track w u it’s gonna sound terrible he brings the quality down immensely but u two just cannot tell

Like after a two session ur like “omg... that was so good. We should go pro?” “Fuck yea we should we’re better than those posers” “we could rlly make it in the industry fr” no u absolutely could not

During the school festival, u sang with him and it was SO bad. Half the crowd is gonna have 2 be hospitalized but u two had FUN up on the stage

Like I said, he has absolute faith in u. All u do is right. If ur driving a car for the first time, he is going to be ur little hype man doesn’t matter if u suck. U hit a curb and he went “YES babe!! Ur killing it cant wait till u hit the road bby” Ur not allowed to touch a car for the next two years now bc he kept cheering u on when u we’re doing CLEARLY wrong things

On a plane u r looking for the bathroom like pensively and u see a handle and look back and r like “is this it???” And vin jin thinking u r all righteous will go “yea babe go for it” and u open it and u depressurizate the cabin immediately

Now both on like 5 no fly lists

He loves to do things with u, like I mentioned earlier, and things he wouldn’t do alone he’ll do w u. Like drawing alone?? Boring. Drawing w Y/N??!!! Who knows what could happen..... so much fun could ensue. Maybe he will draw u cutely. Maybe he will draw u so ugly u will be forced to engage in a fight.

He likes to play just dance w u and compete for the “greats/all star!” Little titles above, and it becomes like a Friday night ritual for u two to turn just dance on and just go at it. But sometimes he’ll get too intense and suddenly he’s actually fighting for the chance to beat u. Will trip u so u lose on purpose

He makes u listen to him sing and rap to u. And u try to leave and he hugs tightly and is like LISTEN IFS FOR U, DONT BE UNGRATEFUL and now u have to listen

He makes u a mixtape of songs he made himself and they are all considerably worse than “remember the times we had”. It’s uploaded on SoundCloud and all the comments r hate and u listen to it a lot bc u know he loves u sm he made u a mixtape ya ur gonna play that but everyone else hates it w a passion

Like the comments r like:

Daniel: well.... it’s definitely a song 😅 I’m glad you love (y/n) so much!

Duke: he’s not making it out the hood 😐

Zach: never let this man in a studio AGAIN

Mary: this should’ve stayed in the CD

(Y/N): love it! 😍

Zoe: kill your producer 💀

Mira: ...

He’s overprotective too

If someone looks at u for more than a second he’ll go “what?? U think she is hot, huh? I’ll kick ur ass fucking perv.... cmon babe let’s go”

Will throw his arm around u and streer u the opposite way of any potentially good looking ppl to keep ur eyes on him

Oh Daniel is coming?? What a coincidence u and vin Jin suddenly have to turn the corner to the other way of ur classroom for some reason

Eli is near?!!! Oh no u just got milk spilt in ur eye!! Oh no now he has to wipe ur eyes and u two have to leave the cafeteria whatever will he do

It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in u, he doesn’t have faith in other men. Like he thinks they r all competition, and doesn’t doubt ur loyalty rather doubts how good he can b for u

WILL beat someone up for u. If someone smokes while ur around suddenly his fists r swinging at them cuz even if u smoke or vape urself no one else can get that stuff in ur lungs but YOU or HIM!!

If ur crossing the street and a car almost hits u, it’s the cars fault and he’s kicking the license plate and cursing it out for almost touching u “stupid fucking piece of metal”

Is the type of boyfriend to call u when he knows ur in an Uber and be like “babe u got ur gun w u right?? Oh don’t forget ur BOMB and ur MACHETE!! Yeah just left the house I killed some ppl nbd haha anyways HRU what’s ur Uber driver like” so the driver of ur car won’t even think ab kidnapping u. He has got ur back even when u do not want it

He doesn’t want u to see his eyes, so he’ll tell you to look away so he can take his glasses off and look at u in full color in all ur glory but he never tells u WHY he’s telling u to look away u think it’s a weird thing of his, or he’s insecure ab his face which is partially true but really he’s taking his glasses off and just looking at u. Adoringly.....

He hates PDA. He loves PDA. Do u see his dilemma

Like he loves PDA but doesn’t want anyone seeing him vulnerable even u.... so he’ll hold ur hand and be like “EWWW WHAT R U DOING GET YR HAND OFF MINE”

If u take the lead THATS best bc he can blame it on u and it’s ur fault he HAS to lock fingers w u cuz u did it to him first and he has an excuse to touch u and v like u started this im just sending u ur own energy back 😤

The type to be just like blind, overwhelmed in love. Always thinks ab u, always wants to be w u, worries ab u a lot and frets over u without showing it.... he hates it and loves it to death. Despises it but wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world

Eats lunch w u in the cafeteria and if u sit w someone else u r the ultimate traitor and he will trash talk u to hide his hurt to Mary the entire lunchtime. Kinda possessive.... wants u to also only think about him

WOULDNT EVER fight u for real. Play fights occur VERY often, like pillow fights, tripping ur foot when u say a joke insulting him, grabbing ur collar but he would sooner die than lay a finger on u

Verbal fights happen a lot and if he ever like LOSES it he may lash out and almost hit u and follow thru. I don’t think he’d be able to catch himself that quickly, and if he ever did he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Literally until the day dies he will take it to his grave

He may not sputter out apologieswill just look at u incredulously and then at his hands because what had he done? What did he just do? To you???????? (Y/n))))?????? His (y/n)??? Light of his life?

Will apologize probably over text or through a note or call, and if u don’t respond he is consumed by regret and tries to find u instantly like runs back to ur place

If u forgive him he feels bad still, because does he deserve it? And he might just isolate himself for a bit bc he can’t face u and if it left a scar he is dead inside. It kills him, literally

I could go on w this but I’ll probably save it for another separate pair of hcs later 😭

If u guys ever break up he will fight for u again and won’t stop till ur back together like flowers in ur locker every day, chocolate give during lunch, etc. He wont ever give up hope that he can win u over again and be w u again. He would keep trying, when he wakes up his first thought is ur name in a cold panic bc he can’t rest easy till ur his again and he will try and show off and poorly serenade u and trash his price and be corny and cheesy to get u back

Will set up a performance w the school to let him rap w a mic during lunch for u and he’s saying bars like “(read in bad rapping voice w inconsistent beat) (y/n), love of my life, uh, without you I’d die, uh. Please won’t you take me back? Yuh, without you ima have a heart attack. (Wha!). (Y/n), love of my life, yeah, without you I’m in strife, yup! Please be mine again, (babe), I can never rest till then.”

If the embarrassment doesn’t make u take him back so he’ll pls stop, and when he stands up on the lunch tables to do a little performance doesn’t do it either, then the odd sincerity of his voice and pain in his look (even tho while rapping he sticks out his lower lip in a weird pout) definitely, hopefully will

U make everything worth it !! Truly the light of his life

I hope these were what u wanted, I just had fun w them and wrote stuff that came off the top of my head when I thought of VJ!! ❤️

[bibbykins]

So, I just caught up on the mafia series having been offline for a few months (immaculate, as with everything you write) and I have a question if you don’t mind. What's it like when Namjoon and Jungkooks partners interrogate someone together? I want to hear about them wreaking havoc together because we stan strong female relationships

Hi! Welcome back and thank you! And in short? A bloody nightmare and I’m so glad you asked! This turned out waaay longer than I planned but it was fun to write anyway!

Edit: Let me add Namjoon's and Jungkook’s fic for background

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: gore, sadistic women, misogyny sorta (man thinking of woman as a bitch), blood, knives, talk of pain, manipulation, torture, mention of smoking

“Alright, so you won’t talk?” Jungkook huffed at the silent middle-aged man before him, looking at his watch as he clicked his tongue, “Well, I have a meeting to get to.” He shrugged, a small smile creeping onto his face.

“Ah, looks like our time with you is up.” Namjoon concealed his smirk.

“Luck you, Seungwon.” Jimin mused, but it almost seemed sarcastic, “Well, do you want to tell us where you funneled the cash? Last chance.”

The man, scoffed, “Or what? You’ll kill me? Leave me here to starve for a night?” He mocked, knowing if he died the money would be lost, and leaving him for a night is nothing compared to the elusive plastic lining the walls and floor of the dingy basement room.

This made Namjoon break into a clean smirk, “No, no, we’ve... evolved.” 

A knock at the door made all the men turn to the thick metal of it as the silver doorknob turned. He expected some lackey to gather the men for a meeting, or really anything other than the smiling girl that peaked her head in, “Koo?” She called and the man in question broke out into a goofy smile as the girl basically skipped inside, wearing a pink sundress with a light green cardigan.

“Hi, baby!” He scooped the girl up, giving her a twirl and a kiss on the lips as she giggled, “How’s my Honey doing?” He cooed as he nuzzled into her neck.

“Good! I got up early today, made your lunch- it’s in the fridge, don’t forget- and Junebug and I met up with the wedding planner to work on invitations and whatnot, she’s such a doll!” She gushed and Seungwon scrunched his nose as the engaged couple fussed over one another. 

He always wondered what made such a ruthless man like Jungkook bend to the will of someone like her. He had only ever seen the elusive “Honey” in passing, never introduced since Jungkook kept his fiancee’s identity limited to him and his brothers. Although he did understand why he hid her away, she was obviously delicate. Seungwon wasn’t even a fighter but he was sure he could break you in half.

Another knock made him roll his eyes as a woman he did recognize sauntered in and he gulped slightly. Namjoon’s wife carried herself with an air of unchecked power, and rightfully so as her husband’s eyes softened as he glided to her, “Junebug, welcome.” He purred as he placed a loving kiss on his wife’s lips, “Having a good day so far?” He asked, genuinely curious as the most powerful man in the country clung to her every word.

Namjoon’s wife was, in Seungwon’s opinion, a bitch. Seungwon was a golden boy, a rising man in the syndicate. He was gaining more responsibilities, and more money, at a quick rate. It was Namjoon’s wife who took one look at him for the first time and whispered in her loving husband’s ear. She never smiled at him or spoke to him. The bitch probably looked down on him, there was a theory that she was in an arranged marriage with the boss as a girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Either way, the next thing he knew was an audit was done on all the finances and all of the money he had been stealing was discovered missing.

He grit his teeth as the woman spoke, adjusting her pencil skirt, “Wonderful day, actually.” She grinned, “The wedding plans are going wonderfully, makes me want to renew our vows using that planner.” She looked at Namjoon with nothing but love, “Wouldn’t that be nice, my love?”

He hummed, “Sounds lovely, my darling.” 

Jimin scoffed, “Don’t we have a meeting to get to?” The man rolled his eyes as the couples giggled at him, knowing he was just jealous.

“Right, right.” Jungkook sighed as he turned to his lover, “Your raincoat is in the bag.” The girl hummed as he handed her a suitcase, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She beamed at him, “Have fun at the meeting!” She chirped and he cooed at her before kissing her forehead.

“You know the drill. Be safe, be ruthless,” Namjoon murmured to his wife before they kissed each other, “Call me when you’re done.”

Her eyes flickered to Seungwon for a split second as a malevolent smirk found its way onto her face, “It’ll be quick I’m sure.” She stated simply, “Love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” He spoke as the men left the room. 

Seungwon heard shuffling next to him and he turned to see Jungkook’s fiancee, who he only knew as (and was unable to call her) Honey, bending over as she shuffled a clear raincoat over her outfit.

“You’d be wise to watch where your eyes land.” Junebug, another name he was not allowed to call the woman, spoke with sharp eyes catching his, “Honey isn’t here for you to look at.” She sneered and before he could even open her mouth, she cut him off, “So, before we do our thing, would you like to tell us to what account our money is?” She raised a brow and he rolled his eyes.

“And how do you know I didn’t spend it?” He challenged and the woman simply laughed.

She looked him up and down like he was trash, making his skin flare with rage, “You’ve been wearing the same pair of sneakers since we met, have been using the same hair products, and your home and car have remained the same.” She deadpanned and he cursed himself internally, “If you spent it, you’d be dead.” She stated simply, “Now, last chance before things get ugly, where’s the money?” 

Seungwon heard the leader’s women were participating in business, but he didn’t expect interrogation to be something they handled. He gulped, not enjoying surprises or not knowing what exactly they can do. He knew how the leaders made people squeal, but the women? He had no idea. However, he remained silent, jaw clenched as he held his silence and her gaze in spite of the metal clinking next to him.

She raised a brow before clicking her tongue, “You’re gonna make me put on a raincoat?” He remained silent as she rolled her eyes, “Fine, Honey, you’re up.”

The cheerful woman hummed as she walked up to him, face behind a shield and hands with pink gloves on as she held a thin knife, “Okay, so you tell me where the money is, and I’ll stop, okay?” She held up the symbol in her gloved hand before giggling, “Wow, usually it’s just for inside info but now I’m like ‘where’s my money?!’ like a real mafia person!” She turned to Junebug with a childish grin that the woman returned, now donned in a raincoat and patting the woman’s head.

“So cute.” She cooed, “Now, be safe, be ruthless.” She spoke softly and Honey nodded.

“What are you gonna do? Take my finger off?” He scoffed and the way he made the woman giggle unnerved him.

Her eyes landed on him, much darker now as she scanned his form, stopping at his forehead, “Hey mister, you’re sweating quite a bit now. Are you nervous?” She asked and he remained silent, “Did you know stress can make pain worse?” She leaned forward, lips close to his ear and she sniffed lightly, “Uh oh~ we got a smoker!” She sang, stepping back and sinking to her knees, “Nicotine hinders blood flow to joints, making healing so slow.” She pouted and he suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable with the way she glided a sharp knife along his legs, “Okay, here we go!”

The pain was blinding, but the cruelest part of it is that it was not fatal. He never saw where she stabbed him, he couldn’t bear to open his eyes as the pain radiated throughout his body, most concentrated in his left knee. He couldn’t breathe as he focused on not saying a word and heard a chuckle from one of the women, “Didn’t you hear her, old man? She said stress makes the pain worse.” A wicked cackle followed as he pressed his lips together.

“The beautiful thing about pain is that it’s all in your head.” Honey taunted, “The brain doesn’t feel pain, chemicals from it tell you that it hurts.” She explained with a wicked lilt to her voice, “I could be poking you, but if I have a big enough reaction-” She gasped loudly and pain shot through him like a bullet but there was no gunshot, “You’ll cry your little heart out.” She chortled, “Like a baby.” 

“You think I like wearing a raincoat waiting for pigs like you to squeal?”Junebug spoke, “I don’t want to be doing this to you, Seungwon, I really don’t.” Her voice was softer, almost pitying, “But you forced my hand, Honey’s hand.” She clicked her tongue like she was scolding a child, “We don’t like to hurt our family, so why do you like to hurt us?”

He panicked, the tenderness in her voice getting to him, offering solace from pain. This went on for what felt like hours. Each time Junebug would speak, Honey would cease her torture. They were training him, like a dog. They were getting him most comfortable with speaking with Junebug, just so he would salivate at the chance of talking with the woman. Junebug spoke honeyed words about how important he was, how vital he was to their group, making it seem like they were doing him a favor by torturing him. It had to have been a whole day by the time he gasped out the account he put the money.

He was delirious, and mercy was a greater reward than any cashout as the blood from the slit on his forehead seeped into his eyes, “Good choice.” Junebug praised as she wrote down the info, “What’s our time, Honey?”

The girl simply beamed, raincoat off, not a speck of blood on her pristine outfit, “Twenty minutes.” 

[deadmunds-ghostbee]

I wanted to talk to someone about the music haha, I love that it’s more or less confirmed the wedding taking place in 6ish (hopefully? Do you think that’s the case)

I was a little bit meh when I first saw but now am so excited (it’s more that personally I have thought the Calvin Harris & Wrecking Ball is a bit naff, but reading the lyrics I think it’s going to be great)

BUT I was most excited about You Oughta Know - it’s my karaoke/angry song, and listening to it again, it just seems fit Edwina especially in episode 5? So I wanted your thoughts really - it’s a very angry/bitter song and makes me think that Edwina could be genuinely hurt by Anthony’s actions, which makes sense - ideally I’d still love her to slowly realise that K&A like each other and she thinks he’s a bit of an idiot, but based on her possibly having feelings for him it doesn’t feel realistic? And is also pretty mature for an 18 year old. Like it feels more realistic that Edwina feels used and hurt by Anthony, whether it’s because she realises he was going to marry her just because he knew he couldn’t love her (therefore, stealing her chances of a genuine connection in the future), or just that age old feeling of realising the person you love prefers someone else (sob)?

I actually quite like this idea as opposed to her just being like “whatever!” and it gives her character more of an arc for the last few episodes - I’m always drawn to sister relationships, and there is a scene in Season 3 of the crown I rewatch all the time between Queen & her sister - both are quite reserved in their emotions but when one gets hurt they have a really emotional 1 to 1 and I’d love something similar (it’s like the last 5 mins of series 3 if you’re interested!)

Anyway, I haven’t seen anyone discussing it so wondered your thoughts! Only alternative I thought I’d was it being Colin seeing Marina again - which honestly the picture in my head if him being angry/bitter/emo I LOVE

I think it basically confirms that they’re definitely fucking by episode 7 and most likely fucking by the end or halfway through six. What that means abt marriage? Idk.

I agree with you abt the original reaction to a few of the songs. Like wrecking ball is a bit of a meme to me and Calvin is obviously trash and the pink song (unpopular opinion—? Was overplayed. Even diamonds is kinda silly) BUT as string covers I think they’ll go off and you’re right through the lens of the characters I like wrecking ball and the Calvin song. Also what about us can’t annoy me if the instrumentation is different so we’re in the clear!!

Also when I saw a song from jagged little pill (one of my fave albums) I went feral. like crazy. Also with THE gay anthem dancing on my own. But anyway I think looking *too* far into the lyrics is a mistake. Enjoy the vibes and maybe the general message of the song. Chris said he didn’t know which songs he’d use until much later and he chose ones that fit with the vibe AND the choreography.

My first thought for you oughta know was actually same as yours but it’s not anymore. Considering 5 is the episode w mr Dorset and Kate’s taking suitors (after the pink ball where they clearly have a big moment😬) I assume Anthony’s jealousy and bitterness about it is just gonna be off the fucking charts. But jealousy can also apply to Edwina or Kate. Maybe Anthony in his anger is more determined to court Edwina and Kate gets pissed, maybe Edwina knows about their feelings or knows she’s being used and has the reaction you point out. Maybe there’s an engagement between two people that triggers the emotions who knows? But out of everyone in the situation who is most likely to feel such wrath and callousness and coldness it’s most in-character for Anthony.

Edwina’s still such a mystery at this point even tho we’ve gotten a lot from her. She looks pissed in 2 different stills and we don’t know at who and why and at what point in the show other than that it’s early. But I trust she’ll have things to do later on regardless of her feelings abt it. (If that’s really her at the ball it’s throwing me. She’s too smart to not know abt Kathony feelings idk why she’d be so nonchalant abt them dancing if she still cared but this is so complicated it’s anyones guess).

(I actually have a theory that this Queen Charlotte/LW thing might be a big part of this. QC wants Anthony/Edwina and LW wants to show she has power over QC so they play with the triangle like it’s dolls. LW is team Kathony and eventually leaks the info to ruin QCs ship. But before then I think Pen might be getting into Edwina’s ear and steering her toward other people, other ventures to break it up as well.)

But back to the songs—there can be anger and jealousy between other characters too! I just think the vibe of whatever ball this song will be played at will be INCREDIBLY TENSE and I hope we get some yelling and messiness between people.

[earliebirb]

i know you best

steve/tony, fluff, getting together, au: no powers, 1970 words 

“Excited?” Steve asks, panting a little with the exertion of carrying the box of potatoes in his arms. Tony nods, a bit apprehensive.

Steve enters the modest building and Tony follows suit. The wide dining room inside is already crowded with people, some sitting at the rows and rows of tables, some lining up for a steaming cup of tea or coffee. Steve leads Tony across the room, down a narrow hallway, and then pushes open a door with his shoulder. 

Immediately, hot and humid air hits Tony’s face. 

The kitchen is already bustling with life, volunteers getting ready to make dinner for the people waiting outside. 

Steve sets his box of potatoes down on a nearby counter and Tony moves to do the same with the box of carrots he is carrying, when a cheerful voice rings out:

“Steve!”

Tony sets his box on the counter distractedly, eyes fixated on the beautiful woman coming forward towards Steve with open arms. Steve laughs, enveloping her in a warm hug and something pulls at Tony’s heart. Tony can’t seem to take his eyes off the woman. Her beauty is radiant, her brown eyes bright with glee. When she turns to look at Tony, he gets a better look at how her beautiful brown waves frame her face nicely.

Even before Steve introduces her, Tony knows that this must be Peggy, the woman Steve talks about whenever he tells Tony about his weekly adventures at the soup kitchen. Tony doesn’t know her personally, but he has heard enough stories from Steve to know that this woman is just as beautiful inside as she is out and he knows that Steve is a good judge of character.

She extends a hand out to Tony. 

“Hi, I’m Peggy.” Her red lips widen into a lovely smile. 

Tony can totally see why Steve is in love with her. If this is what Tony is up against, for the first time he truly understands just how much he does not stand a chance. 

“Tony,” he says as he shakes her hand, giving her a smile of his own.

“Nice to finally meet you, Tony. I have heard so much about you,” Peggy gushes. 

From behind her, Steve sighs, cheeks flushing. 

“Peg,” he chides, voice dripping in fond exasperation.

Peggy turns to him with a smirk, one of her eyebrows raised mischievously. 

“Steve,” she mimics and gives him a light pinch on his arm, like they’re sharing the world’s greatest inside joke, and Tony?

Tony is totally fine. Tony is taking a closer look at the light brown patches on one of the potatoes in the box, his fingers reaching out to pick at them, because wow, they look really interesting right now. 

“You guys are just in time. We’re just about to make the vegetable soup,” Peggy says as she begins tying her brown locks up into a ponytail. “Hm, I think— Steve, you and I can begin peeling the potatoes and Tony…” she trails off, looking around the busy kitchen.

“Ah! You can chop up the onions. Would that be okay?” Peggy smiles expectantly. 

Despite his absolute lack of experience in the kitchen, Tony finds himself nodding. 

And so they get to work. 

Tony tries to focus on his task of chopping the onions, he really does, but it’s kind of hard to do so when the literal love of his life is trading light jokes and banter with the person he’s in love with just a few feet away from him, breaking into giggles every few minutes. The kitchen is loud enough that Tony can’t make out whatever they are saying, but they look like they are having too much fun. 

Briefly, he wonders if Steve ever feels half as happy when he spends time with Tony.

His focus is elsewhere instead of on the cutting board, his eyes are welling up with tears every few seconds because of the goddamn onions, and his heart is hurting, so in hindsight, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why he makes the clumsy mistake of slicing his finger with the knife.

“Fuck!” 

Tony lets the knife clatter onto the kitchen counter and blood begins dripping all over the cutting board. He hisses in pain and just as he is about to examine just how deep the wound is his wrist is abruptly grabbed by someone else.

Looking up in surprise, he sees Steve staring down at his bleeding finger, eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

“Tony, are you okay?”

Tony opens his mouth to answer but before he can, Steve brings the bloody finger to his mouth and begins sucking on Tony’s finger.

Tony’s brain goes offline after that. 

Steve pulls back to inspect the cut. Tony thinks the bleeding might have stopped, but honestly he can’t focus on anything at the moment because his finger was in Steve’s mouth. 

“God, you should be more careful,” he whispers to Tony.

“Is he okay? Are you okay?” A voice asks from beside him. Tony turns to look at Peggy, who is now staring at his finger worriedly. 

“Do you have a band-aid?” Steve asks.

“I’m pretty sure we keep a first aid kit in the restroom?” Peggy says, her voice rising up in slight uncertainty.

“Okay, we’ll be back in a minute.” Steve nods and turns around to head to the restroom, dragging Tony along by the wrist. 

He leads Tony to the sink, putting his injured finger under the running water for a few seconds before sitting Tony down on the closed lid of the toilet as he rummages around for a band-aid.

“God, Tony. What were you thinking?” Steve questions, his voice echoing in the small restroom.

Tony doesn’t know what came over him, but as he watches Steve meticulously wrap a band-aid over the cut on his finger, he blurts out:

“You two seem close.”

Steve looks momentarily thrown off by the non-sequitur, but he recovers fairly quickly, continuing his work with the band-aid.

“Who?” Steve asks as he scrutinizes his handiwork on Tony’s finger to make sure the wound has been properly covered. 

“You and Peggy.”

Steve stands up, balling up the wrapping of the band-aid in his fist and turning around to throw it in the trash can. 

“Well, yeah. We’ve known each other for a while. She’s my first friend here,” Steve replies as he pumps some liquid soap into his hand.

“You should ask her out,” Tony whispers almost inaudibly, but Steve’s ears pick it up anyway. The man freezes, his frothy hands pausing mid-motion under the running water.

“What?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at her. You look good together. Besides, I know that she’s totally your type,” Tony says, trying to infuse every bit of sincerity he can muster into his words, because he means it. He wants Steve to be happy, even if—

He swallows, fighting a wave of nausea rising up in his stomach.

Even if it’s with someone else. 

“Oh my God,” Steve breathes and his eyes linger on Tony for a beat too long. Then he turns to finish washing his hands, his mouth still ajar and his eyes deep in thought. 

“What?” Tony asks. 

Steve turns the tap off before turning around to lean against the sink, the edge of it digging into his hip. He gazes at Tony with something akin to wonder in his eyes.

“Peggy’s my type?”

“Isn’t she?” Tony tilts his head in question.

“What makes you so sure?” There’s something off about the way Steve asks the question but Tony can’t seem to put his finger on it. 

“You told me, remember? Your type?”

“I did?” The corner of Steve’s mouth hikes up in a lopsided smile.

“Uh, yeah, Steve. How could you forget?” Tony scoffs in disbelief.

Steve chuckles, looking down at the floor for a moment before resuming eye contact. 

“What was it again? My type?”

“Seriously? Stop messing with me, Steve.” Tony rolls his eyes. 

“No, seriously,” Steve says, biting his lower lip in a way that Tony knows means he is holding back a grin. “You said you’re so sure that Peggy’s my type. So tell me what you remember about my type.” 

Tony looks at Steve like he has sprouted a second head. “What are you doing?”

“Tony, just answer the question. Please,” Steve implores. 

“Ugh, fine.” Tony sighs. “You told me that your type is someone with brown hair, big and beautiful brown eyes, and that they have to be shorter than you, because it makes you want to protect them. Your ideal type is also someone who is kind, smart, and quick-witted. You want someone that you can talk about anything and everything with, someone you can joke around and argue with.” 

“Wow.” Steve grins in admiration. “You really do remember everything I told you.”

“Yeah, duh. I am an amazing friend, who also happens to be a genius.”

“You are smart. Most of the time,” Steve muses. Tony opens his mouth to express his indignation, when Steve continues: “And the characteristics you mentioned, all of them apply to Peggy?”

“Well, from what I’ve seen and heard, yeah. She’s one hundred percent your type,” Tony confirms, even as the truth of his own words makes his stomach turn.

Steve’s mouth twitches. “And you can’t think of any other person that matches that description?”

Oh, no. Is Steve in love with someone else?

Tony’s heart plummets, his eyes widening with realization.

“Oh my God, Steve,” Tony gasps.

Steve looks on patiently.

“You’re in love with Bucky? Steve, you can’t. He’s engaged to Sam.”

Steve blinks at him, jaw dropping slightly. Then he sighs. 

“Tony,” he calls.

Tony’s mind is reeling from this revelation.

“Steve, I’m so sorry,” Tony says and finds that he genuinely means it. Out of all the people Steve could be in love with—

“Tony, there is one characteristic you missed about my type.” 

Steve straightens up, taking a deep breath.

“My ideal type’s first name has to be Tony,” Steve says, looking straight into his eyes, “and their last name has to be Stark.”

That’s oddly specifi— Wait.

“And, Tony? Do you want to know what I think?”

What is happening? 

Steve bends down so that he is on Tony’s eye level, nose just inches away from brushing against Tony’s. Amazement dances in Steve’s blue eyes, a brilliant smile blooming on his face, slow and beautiful.

“I think Peggy was right all along,” Steve whispers. “You are jealous. And you do love me, too.”

Tony feels like someone is squeezing his lungs. He wonders if he is in the middle of some kind of fever dream. 

“...What?” Tony squeaks.

“You do, don’t you?” The way Steve’s smile turns bright and confident tells Tony he is already certain of the answer, even without Tony’s confirmation. Butterflies are wreaking havoc in Tony’s stomach. 

“But— But Peggy is—” 

“Married.”

Tony’s mouth stays unattractively open for a few embarrassing seconds before snapping shut.

“Her husband, Daniel, is just outside. In the dining room. You might’ve seen him when we walked pass. He’s one of the people serving coffee and tea.” 

Oh. 

Tony might have made a slight error in judgement here.

“Um,” Tony manages to say, ever so eloquent.

Steve steps closer, cupping Tony’s cheeks in his hands. He looks down at Tony adoringly. 

“I am so taking you out on a date after this. I am going to court the hell out of you, Tony Stark.”

Tony melts a little inside— okay, a lot, but he has a reputation to keep.

“This isn’t nineteenth century England. No one says court anymore, you dork.”

“But I’m your dork, right?” Steve counters smoothly, his breath on Tony’s lips.

Tony grabs him by the collar and kisses him in lieu of a reply.

[delicioussshame]

Okay, so my plans for this one is to publish it by itself on AO3 once it’s done, which, I hope (strangled laughter) shouldn’t be in a year, so do what you want with that info. In the meantime, have the first part of a silly modern AU.

For fuck’s sake, there is no way that’s Luo Binghe.

Shen Yuan had a very clear idea of what Luo Binghe would look like. A white lotus like him had to be a small, shy, bespectacled young man. He’d probably sit by the wall, only daring to glance up occasionally to look for Shen Yuan anxiously.

The man who is refusing a woman’s overture for the third time cannot be him. It must be a coincidence that he’s wearing something that looks like what Luo Binghe said he would have on.

That must be it. Reassured, Shen Yuan starts looking for the little sheep he’d taken under his wing. Could he be the guy engrossed by his phone sitting at his right? Meh, maybe, but-

“Shizun!”

Shen Yuan is instantly mortified. The nickname was cute when they were talking cultivation novels online, but here, in real life? That’s why Shen Yuan insisted on them sharing their real names: to save himself the embarrassment of being the kind of nerd who calls themselves by a fake, geeky name in public!

Then again, since he looks like that, Luo Binghe could be larping surrounded by a crowd while wearing a shirt with a naked waifu on it and still he’d get hit on, Shen Yuan bets. A face this stunning must act as a shield, making him impervious to embarrassment.

Shen Yuan is not impervious to embarrassment. He dashes to the table where, apparently, his disciple is waiting for him. “Luo Binghe.”

He almost flinches under the strength of the beaming smile he’s faced with. “Yes! Shizun! It’s good to finally meet you in person!”

It would be better if you were not calling me Shizun. “The feeling is mutual.” Kind of.

Luo Binghe pushes a paper bag in his direction. “Please accept these as a token of gratitude for your guidance. I know it’s not much, but I hope you can enjoy it anyway.”

Shen Yuan opens the bag with no small amount of trepidation, to discover half a bakery’s stock of desserts, sweets, cakes and other patisseries.

How did he know of Shen Yuan’s weaknesses?

Shen Yuan quickly closes the bag. It would be gauche to eat outside food in a café. “This really wasn’t necessary, though it all looks delicious. Where did you buy them? Did you find a good shop already?”

Luo Binghe shakes his head. “No. I made them, so if they’re subpart, I’m the only one to blame.”

Come on! This guy cooks? At this level? Shen Yuan can feed himself, but a glance was all it took to know how outclassed he was. How is he the shizun here? “I’m sure they’re delicious.” They smell like it, anyway. “So you’re already settled down enough to bake? Moving wasn’t too much of a hardship then?”

“No, everything went well. I’m ready for the term to start.”

He’d better be, since he was accepted at Tsinghua University. How did poor Luo Binghe, who grew up in a small village in the middle of nowhere, swing that, Shen Yuan doesn’t know, but he must be smart as hell. Shen Yuan himself is no slouch, having graduated from Peking University, but it took the “help and encouragement” of his parents and his parents’ many contacts.

Not that they’re here to talk college education, unless Luo Binghe is planning to have much more fun than Shen Yuan did during his own college years. “Still, I suppose that didn’t give you much time for reading.”

“I did read! I had nothing but time on the train, so I finished Shizun’s latest recommendation. As he said, the heroine was the best part. I really liked when…”

This. This is why they’re here: for Shen Yuan to coach Luo Binghe in the ways of decent online literature, stirring him away from complete trash and protecting his innocence from the worst of the worst. He’d known from the first comment Luo Binghe had posted that he was too pure for this world, and that it was his duty as the last bastion of criticism to keep him that way.

He likes to think he did pretty well. Luo Binghe took to his teachings easily. Before he knew it, Shen Yuan had an online friend always eager to get his recommendations and to discuss them with him.

Shen Yuan had thought that maybe Luo Binghe didn’t have that many friends, or that he was socially awkward, but that is very obviously not the case. He can hear the girls oh so coincidentally sitting nearby giggling and congratulating themselves that Luo Binghe hadn’t been waiting for his girlfriend, but only a friend, which meant they still had a chance!

Ha! As if! The only way Luo Binghe didn’t have a girlfriend was if he left her behind to come study here in Beijing. Shen Yuan is sure that won’t last. He’ll probably find someone as soon as school begins.

In the meantime, he might as well take it easy. Reading more books, discovering the cities, getting to know his neighbours; he should take some time to do all this before he is swarmed by his studies.

Still, this is nice. Shen Yuan isn’t the most sociable person ever, vastly preferring to remain indoor by himself to making small talk, but this is a good combination of both! He can talk books with someone who listens to him while drinking his bubble tea and nibbling on snacks. He could get used to this.

“Could I have your phone number?”

Shen Yuan shakes himself back to the conversation. “Sure, but why?” They’ve always written one another before.

“Now that I live nearby, wouldn’t this be easier?”

Shen Yuan swears by the written word, but if Luo Binghe wants to call him from time to time, he can probably deal. “Fine.”

His pupil looks too happy to have gotten a simple phone number. Maybe he really doesn’t have many friends? Aww, don’t worry, you’ll do great here, away from the hicks that couldn’t appreciate you.

“Now that I’m here, there are a few places I’d like to visit. The city had museums, theatres, libraries, everything! Would Shizun mind being my guide?”

Luo Binghe did not need to punctuate that request with puppy eyes. It was overkill. “Are you sure you want to go with me? Shouldn’t you go with friends your age, or your girlfriend?”

“Shizun isn’t old! He’s only eight years older than me! It’s perfectly acceptable!”

Now Shen Yuan feels bad. Luo Binghe might look like… what he looks like, but at eighteen, he’s barely an adult! He should be enjoying his youth instead of wasting his time with a jaded old man like Shen Yuan.

Anyway, he probably just doesn’t know enough people yet. “If you’re fine with me, then I’ll tag along.”

Shen Yuan is once again nearly blinded by the brightness of Luo Binghe’s smile. “I’ll prepare lunch! Does Shizun have favorites?”

“I’m sure anything Luo Binghe prepares will be delicious.” He has no idea, but the stuff he gave him looks like it, at least. At worst, Shen Yuan can definitely afford to pay for a nice restaurant for them both, just like he’ll be paying here.

“Shizun shouldn’t bother. I’m the one who invited him, I should be taking the check.”

There is no way rich, adult Shen Yuan is letting Luo Binghe, a college student on scholarship who just moved to one of the most expensive cities of China, pay for him. Ever. That’s not happening. “First, you did not invite me, I volunteered myself. Second, I’m older. Third, I have a job (kinda, but Luo Binghe doesn’t have to know that) and you don’t. I will be paying for all our expanses, and that’s not negotiable. It’s that or I’m leaving.” He could never live with himself if Luo Binghe had to skip a meal to afford going out with him. The mere idea leaves him queasy.

Luo Binghe frowns, displeased.

A chorus of sighs can be heard from the tables surrounding them.

Shen Yuan estimates there are at least fifteen women of all ages staring at Luo Binghe like he’s a choice morsel now.

They should leave before this degenerates.

Shen Yuan pulls at Luo Binghe. “Let’s go.”

(He valiantly ignores the hissed “Don’t touch him!” coming from a genuinely terrifying fifteen-year-old.)

Luo Binghe seems reluctant to part once they’re out. “We’re meeting Sunday at ten. Shizun can’t forget! I’ll be waiting for him!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” His social calendar isn’t busy enough to forget his one deliberate engagement.

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Sadly, his social calendar isn’t empty. His dear parents made sure of it. Shen Yuan doesn’t quite rue the day he agreed to their conditions for funding his lifestyle, but sometimes he really wonders if the sinecure he calls his job, providing him blessed solitude and copious amount of free time, is worth suffering through the parties.

Lucky for him that the feeling is shared between all participants now.

Shen Yuan keeps his face perfectly placid as he reads a passable novel on his phone. The hero is trash, and the heroine, just as bad, but there’s a decent world being built, and he’s honestly interested in the fauna the writer created. It’s not good enough to be recommended to Luo Binghe, but few things are. Only the best for his little sheep.

No one interrupts him. They don’t dare anymore. Long gone are the times where Shen Yuan let himself be bullied. Now, he has focused his hatred of a certain character into an imitation so lifelike he’s now famous for his emotionless expression and his ability to lash out with enough venom that the wounds he leaves behind aren’t healed by their next meeting.

One does what one needs to do to survive the jungle that is the circles of Beijing high society.

His parents would weep if they could see him. “You’ll never find a wife like that,” they’d lament.

Shen Yuan doesn’t care. His two brothers are already married. He’s an uncle. His little sister is more popular than any of her siblings ever were. His parents will have all the heirs they could ever want. They don’t need him to reproduce.

There’s a commotion somewhere at his right.

Shen Yuan doesn’t bother lifting his eyes from his phone until the noise is close enough to be a nuisance. Letting none of his irritation show on his face, he looks for the cause of the disturbance in a nonchalant way that would fool no one.

His heart almost stops when he finds Luo Binghe, Sha Hualing and Xiao Gongzhu hanging off his arms like they belonged there.

What is he doing here!? This isn’t a place where his white lotus should be standing! He should still be unboxing in his apartment, not wearing this frankly obscene suit and flirting with heiresses as wealthy as they were mean!

Oh. This must be it. Shen Yuan did think Luo Binghe would get a girlfriend in no time after all. He must be here as someone’s date, and Luo Binghe being Luo Binghe, he has stolen everyone’s attention from the moment he set foot in the room.

Okay. He has terrible tastes, but whatever. No one is perfect.

Fuck, if he sees Shen Yuan and dashes over while screaming “Shizun”, he’ll ruin his new relationship! Not only will he be revealed as nowhere near as cool as he appears, but being associated with Shen Yuan isn’t a good thing. He’s made sure his disdain for this crew was well-known.

Shen Yuan tries to message Luo Binghe to warn him to stay clear, but, as expected, he doesn’t check his phone.

Fuck his parents. Shen Yuan, very ostentatiously, pretends to get an important but unpleasant message, and starts walking with a speed and certainty that cannot be interrupted.

“-Shen Yuan. Don’t bother. He’s an asshole.”

Shen Yuan doesn’t falter, but only because he’s a pro at this. So what if they’re trash-talking him to Luo Binghe? He knows better.

“I’ll have to make my own mind. Wait here?”

Luo Binghe, what the fuck? Can’t you see how obviously I’m leaving? Don’t come over!

“Hello. My name is Luo Binghe. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Shen Yuan has to answer him now. He can’t just ignore him. That would be unforgivably rude. His mother would find out, and she would never let him live it down. “Shen Yuan. I’m in a hurry, so if you would…” He’s not sure why Luo Binghe is playing along, but if he’s game to pretend they don’t know each other, that’s perfect. Shen Yuan will do the same.

The smile Luo Binghe favors him with is nothing like the one he first shown Shen Yuan, all brightness and childlike joy. This smile is, dare he say it, seductive. He smiles like he’s certain the person he’s gracing with this smile is appreciating every moment of it, as they should. “Please spare me just a moment of your time. I promise I’ll make it quick.”

It turns out Shen Yuan doesn’t know Luo Binghe at all, if he can smile like that and make it look as easy as breathing.

Shen Yuan is not enjoying this. If he had known Luo Binghe would be there tonight, they could have planned something instead of, of whatever this is. His best option right now is to leave, meet up with Luo Binghe later, explain to him his current situation, and arrange things in such a way that his disciple’s rise into power won’t be hindered by his acquaintance to Shen Yuan.

For now, that means being the jerk he pretends to be, so that Luo Binghe can be comforted instead of confronted by those women flocking to him. Shen Yuan will apologise later. “Go run back to whichever of these,” he gestures to the women, “is keeping you fed and well dressed enough to pretend to fit here. I don’t have time to waste on boy toys.” Without giving him a second look, he exits the room as fast as he can without running, inwardly mortified at what he just said.

But not fast enough to miss the mocking laughter and the elated exchanges. “He thinks Tianlang-Jun’s son is a sugar baby!”

What the fuck.

[empyreanwritings]

A Familiar Face

Pairing: Mob!Natasha Romanoff x Brat!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: mentions of domestic/sexual abuse, canon gore and violence, mild torture, allusions to death

A/N: thank you to everyone that was patient with me! I’m sorry it took an extra day for me to post this, I was just so tired after my flight, I couldn’t even think about editing. I also wanna give a shout out to @caws5749​ for listening to my ideas and helping me pick which route to go with. I hope this is everything y’all were expecting for the first one shot. 

Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated (: x

Tony believed himself to be an observant man. Pepper was the one who loved to give him credit there. He wasn't sure why he enjoyed the bodyguard gig considering he was meant to only be the family lawyer, but he felt it gave him a chance to see things for what they truly were. People, even the ones who swore they were good at hiding their emotions, had no idea how much they could give away with one look.

He became particularly good at reading you. You had a flurry of emotions. Sometimes you'd go from mischievous to full of rage to content in a matter of minutes. You were a passionate person, and it was no wonder Nat fell for you.

No one understood you the way Nat did, but Tony learned early on. He watched for the slightest movements to know when he needed to pull you out of a situation. And when you were about to get yourself arrested. Again. If he ever needed to find another job, he'd put crisis management as one of his life skills.

You weren't a big fan of crowds, which was why you hated going to indoor malls. You always said the stores were tacky and everything was "too cheap," but you needed something specific for your cousin's wedding. Tony kept his distance while he shopped, but he always kept an eye out for your tells, waiting to see if it all became too much for you. Which, he knew if something was too much for you, it was bad. You were the original definition for chaotic.

You held up a pair of crystal champagne glasses, trying to gauge whether or not it was a good wedding gift. Tony scrunched up his nose and shook his head. Too cliché. You nodded, silently agreeing with him. You let out a frustrated sigh as you set them back down. Meaningful gifts weren't your strong suit.

"Why don't you let me take care of the gift?" Tony offered. "Pep's great at picking things out."

"I don't even want to go to this stupid wedding," you grumbled.

"Nat is going with you."

"She's the only reason I'm going at all."

He hummed. You didn't talk about your family often. He knew better than to touch that subject. Too many times he witnessed you stress shopping after a phone call with your mother.

"Let's go to Bergdorf. I'm tired of being in this mall. It smells like poor people." You looped your arm through Tony's and let him guide you out of the store. Pepper was good at picking out gifts, so you trusted her enough to get it done. And if she didn't, you wouldn't make it a big deal. Your cousin didn't deserve a good gift anyways; you'd just get her a gift card to Red Lobster or something.

You shoved your way through the sea of people, not caring if they had to jump out of the way. You never moved for other people. It was a pet peeve of yours - when people would walk in big groups and take up the whole walkway, forcing everyone around them to squeeze their way through. You never moved. They needed to move around you, and you weren't going to budge on that.

"Y/n?"

You froze, and Tony stopped in his tracks to look down at you. You recognized the voice before you saw his face. Tony saw the brief flash of panic, but it was gone before he could ask about it. You quickly took a deep breath and turned to face Brock.

"I didn't realize you came to this mall," you replied calmly. "You know this area is Nat's territory."

He snorted. "Natasha Romanoff. I heard you two were engaged! I never got to say congrats."

"Well?"

Brock didn't give you his congratulations. Instead, he looked over at Tony and gave him a look of contempt. Tony knew Brock Rumlow from various encounters Nat had with him in the past. He was the leader of Hydra, who had a heavy presence in Staten Island and in parts of New Jersey. They caused a lot of trouble for the other mob families, and Nat always denied making business deals with them. She knew no matter what he claimed, he couldn't be trusted.

But it wasn't Brock that made Tony squirm. It was the way your grip slowly tightened on his arm. Every time Brock moved a little closer to you, you'd fist Tony's jacket sleeve and try to step away. He had seen you anxious before, but this was worse than your usual fits of anxiety. You were terrified - genuinely - of the man standing in front of you.

"You look great, by the way. You look like you put on a few pounds, but it works for you," he added with a charming smile and glanced over his shoulder at the group he was with. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Not likely," Tony huffed and lead you through the rest of the mall.

He didn't say anything, but he kept glancing at you every few seconds to catch a glimpse of that fear he saw earlier. Your lips were pressed into a tight line, and the grip you had on his jacket sleeve didn't loosen until you made it through the mall doors. He didn't miss the way you looked over your shoulder to make sure Brock wasn't following you. The last thing Tony wanted to do was assume, but he had a feeling no one in Nat's circle knew your connection to Brock Rumlow; it was something you kept to yourself and it ate you alive from the inside.

You were silent as he helped you into the car. Your gaze fixated on the world outside the window, and you kept the music off, claiming you had a headache. But Tony knew better. These were the subtle signs that you were about to have one of your bad days. If someone like Brock could trigger this, he couldn't just let it go.

"What happened back there?" Tony shifted in the driver's seat, making it clear he wasn't going to drive anywhere until you talked. Nat would have his head if he brought you back in this state. "How do you know Rumlow?"

Your eyes dropped to the circular scar on the inside of your thigh. The same scar that made you chop a man's finger off when he grazed it with his meaty hands. The same scar you never talked about, even when Nat begged you to tell her what happened. You always told her it was an accident, but she never believed it. Not for a second.

You cleared your throat to keep yourself from losing it and looked back at Tony. "I used to be engaged to him. Long before I met Tasha."

"Wait, what? Does she know that?"

"No. He was…" Your bottom lip trembled, and the sight made Tony suck in a breath. "He was a very cruel person, but I don't think he believes that."

"You don’t have to talk about it if you aren't ready, Y/n."

"It's okay," you sighed. "I think I finally should, but I know once I tell you, I have to tell Tasha. And I'm scared she won't look at me the same."

Tony knew that statement wasn't true, but you were allowed to be scared. He wasn't going to dismiss your feelings on it. He took your hand and gave it a little squeeze to reassure you that no matter what comes out of your mouth, he'd be there for you. He was more than your security. More than the lawyer that you liked to give a headache. He was your family, and nothing would ever change that.

You told him about how you met Brock. He was charming, and funny, which you didn't expect from someone linked to Hydra. At the time, he wasn't the leader, and you assumed being involved with Hydra didn't make someone a terrible person. In the beginning of the relationship, he was nothing but kind. He treated you like the queen that you were born to be.

But the second you agreed to marry him, everything changed.

He never let you leave the house. He only allowed to eat when he was around to eat with you, and he kept a lock on the fridge to make sure you couldn't sneak something without him finding out. You lost more weight in the few months you had been with him than you liked to admit.

Brock was obsessed with control. He liked picking your outfits, and he constantly asked for pictures to make sure you were still wearing what he wanted. If he told you not to wear anything, you had to do what he said, even if his friends were over.

Those were the hardest days. He loved to embarrass you, degrade you. One night he made you serve him and his friends in barely-there lingerie. You were so terrified of messing up, your hands shook and you ended up dropping of the beers on the carpet. Brock had been so pissed at you, he put out his cigarette on your thigh and screamed at you to clean it up. And none of his friends said anything about it. They just watched with their sadistic smiles, worshipping the man that could "put a woman in her place."

You were almost certain he was going to kill you before the wedding day. He'd make comments about how you were nothing without him - how if you even looked at the door, he'd do whatever it took to keep you from escaping.

"He kicked me out one night because he met another woman," you sniffled. "Someone who he claimed was more of a woman than I'd ever be. I was so surprised because I didn't think he would ever let me go, but he basically tossed me out with the trash. And maybe I should have been heartbroken, but I wasn't. I felt free in that moment." You let out a watery laugh and dabbed at your eyes to keep the tears from streaming down your face, but it was already too late. "He always told me he loved me, but he never showed it. Never bought me anything new unless he wanted to see me in it. Never let me eat. His words meant nothing because he never backed them up."

Tony hummed in understanding. It all started to make more sense - why you were so obsessed with material goods and Nat buying you things. In your eyes, anyone could say they loved you, but you didn't believe them unless they proved it. Brock did a number on you.

"He forced me to do sexual favors for other men while he watched. I'm almost certain they paid him too, but I could never prove it. Even if I could, who would believe me? It became such a regular occurrence, he forced me to get my tubes tied so I didn't end up pregnant. Told me he didn't want me getting fat and unattractive with someone else's baby." You shook your head. "Seeing him in the mall, acting like he didn't put me through hell, I felt naked. Like he still held his power above my head."

"I'm not saying you have to, but are you going to tell Nat?"

You nodded slowly, swallowing the lump that formed in you throat. "Can we get milkshakes first?"

"Yeah," Tony chuckled. "We can get milkshakes first."

There was so much he wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you that you were much stronger than you believe considering the shit you had to endure; he wanted to remind you that Nat would never view you as anything besides the woman she was blessed to fall in love with; and he wanted to make sure you knew he was never going to lay a hand on you again. Every word he wished he could say stayed on the tip of his tongue because it didn't feel like the right moment. He knew you needed Nat to be the one to tell you those things, but he still gave your hand another reassuring squeeze.

And that was enough for now.

---

Telling Nat was harder than you expected it to be. The words that came out so easily when you were with Tony were almost impossible to choke out. It was as if you forgot how to breathe when she looked at you with her sad eyes. But you sucked in those sobs and told her everything, even if the tiny voice in your head told you she'd view you as less of a woman too.

You hated that the negative voice always sounded like him. You hated the hold he still had over you after all these years, but the more you talked about it, the lighter you began to feel. The heavy weight on your shoulders disappeared bit by bit.

And when Nat pulled you into her arms, whispering nothing but words of affirmation and comfort, you knew you'd be okay.

You weren't sure how long you stayed in her arms, but when you finally looked up and wiped the tears away, you noticed it was already dark outside. You almost made a joke about how being emotional could make the time fly by, but it took too much effort to laugh right now.

"Let's get you into a bath, okay?" Nat whispered as she helped you off the couch.

"Nat?" You reached up and wiped a stray tear that fell from her eyes. You had been so caught up in yourself, you didn't notice she was crying too. Part of you isn't sure if you've ever seen Nat cry before; she was always so good at keeping her emotion in check. "I'm sorry I never told you. I was so scared-"

"You don't owe me an explanation, kitten. You told me when you were ready to talk about it, and I never would have wanted you to force yourself to tell me before then."

Nat gently caressed the side of your face and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. She told you to pour yourself a glass of wine while she fixed your bath, and you gave her a small smile. She already had the expensive bottles chilling for you because you never drank cheap, and you made sure she knew that the day you met.

She turned the faucet on for the tub and waited until she heard you flick on the kitchen light before she pulled out her phone. Nat never kept anything from you, but she didn't want to stress you out more right now.

"It's a little late to be calling, Natasha," Yelena yelled over the music blaring in the background. She must have been at one of the clubs tonight.

"This couldn't wait." Nat spoke quietly, but Yelena could hear her loud and clear. The seriousness in her tone was enough to make anyone listen intently. "I need you to get Barnes, tell him that I have one last person for him to grab for me and I'll never ask for his services again."

It was silent for a moment, and Nat worried this conversation was taking too long. She wouldn't know how to explain herself out of this one if you overheard.

"Who do you want?"

"Brock Rumlow."

She heard the kitchen light flick off again, and she quickly rattled off an address for the drop off to take place before she disconnected. Yelena never asked for details, which is something Nat appreciated. She could relax and trust everything would be ready for her in the morning. For now, all Nat had to do was focusing on taking care of you.

"Sorry for taking so long," you murmured as you sipped from your glass. "I ended up drinking straight from the bottle for a few minutes there."

Nat laughed and gave you a little shrug. "Sometimes we all need a good drink, and I think you definitely earned it."

While she spoke to Yelena on the phone, she made sure to prep the bath the way you liked it. You weren't a huge fan of bubble baths, but you did love Epsom salts and essential oils. Especially lavender. She even remembered to light the unscented candles so their smells didn't clash with the oils. It was the small details that matter the most, and you were filled with so much gratitude in that moment, it was hard not to shed a few more tears.

You inhaled deeply once you slid into the tub, letting the aroma of the lavender fill your senses and relax you. The steam coming from the water stuck to the parts of your skin that weren't immersed in the water, and as you leaned your head back, you imagined the harsh words of Brock Rumlow melting off our body.

Nat smiled at the way your eyes fluttered close. She thought it was adorable how easily you slipped into relaxation mode.

"Aren't you going to join me?" You weren't really asking her despite making it seem like you were. It was your subtle way of telling her to join you without being too demanding - a specialty of yours that Nat could never say no to.

"Of course I am," she replied softly. "Let me just grab another bottle of wine, okay? I have a feeling you're going to drink that one all by yourself."

You giggled. "I love how you know me so well."

As she excused herself to the kitchen, her phone vibrated in her pocket. A single text from Yelena: Barnes is in, will be ready by 6am. She wrote back, telling her to dip into some of the work funds to give to him as a thank you for getting the job done on a time crunch. She felt bad for pulling the man out of retirement, but he was the only one she trusted to get the job done discreetly.

Her phone buzzed again.

Already taken care of. See you tomorrow.

---

Bucky waited for Nat outside of the warehouse. He leaned against the doorway, his hands stuffed into his pockets. The dark circles under his eyes made Nat's stomach churn. She shouldn't have pulled him away from his home so late at night, but she acted purely on impulse. Brock Rumlow hurt the one person in this world she loved the most, and he couldn't let him get away with it. Not anymore anyways.

"Thank you for doing this."

"This is my last job, Nat," he said firmly. "I know Wanda works at the bar with you, but she doesn't know I used to be your hitman. I'd like to keep it that way."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I wouldn't ask you to kill anyone ever again that's why I just asked for a snatch."

He sighed through his nose and gestured towards the warehouse. "So, what he do?"

"I can't go into the details, but he's a sick person. It's time someone took care of him."

Bucky didn't prod her for any more details. He didn't really want to know. When Nat met you, she tried her best to keep the killing to a minimum, which meant Bucky could retire. He never said it out loud, but he was grateful. The amount of blood on his hands kept him awake at night before he met Wanda. But some nights he'd still find himself covered in sweat and screaming about what used to be. He didn't want to get sucked back into this life.

The less he knew, the better.

Nat thanked him once more and made her way into the warehouse where Yelena was already waiting for her.

Rumlow was tied to a chair, his face already covered in bruises and small cuts. He must have put up a fight when Bucky tried to grab him.

"I should have known you had something to do with this," he spat. A glob of blood landed on the concrete in front of Nat's boot, but she wasn't fazed by it. "What are you going do? Torture me? Get me to spill Hydra's secrets?"

"You're not here because I want Hydra intel, Rumlow." Nat ran her fingers along the tools set out for her. "I'm here because you hurt someone close to me, and I can't risk you walking around the city and running into her again." She grabbed one of the smaller knives and moved to stand in front of Rumlow. She dragged the blade along the inside of his forearm, drawing just enough blood to make him hiss in pain. "For every bruise you put on her body, I will cut you. For every horrible thing you and your friends did to her, I will make you bleed. And then, I'll cut out your tongue. Maybe force you to choke on it - I haven't really decided that, but I can promise you, your death will be painful."

She held out her hand and waited for Yelena to place the pack of cigarettes in it. It was something she asked her to pick up this morning. A small detail she felt the need to incorporate today.

Nat quit smoking long before she met you, but she took the chance to get one drag in just to make Rumlow squirm. The longer she took to do anything else to him, the more paranoid she became. And she loved when she could see the fear in men's eyes. The same fear they sparked in others filled their hearts, and she planned on making sure it overflowed in Rumlow's.

He twitched when she examined the bright red end of the cigarette and blew smoke into his face. He even moved to spit in her face, but Nat grabbed his face and jammed the lit end into his cheek before he could.

Rumlow didn't scream, but she was okay with that. She'd get the screams out of him soon enough. She was a patient woman.

"Don't worry, Rumlow, that's the easy part," Nat snarled. "We're going to have so much fun. And you wanna know the best part? No one will ever care enough to go looking for you because you're nothing, and I promise, you will die knowing that."

[leossmoonn]

Tongue Tied [Peter Parker]

masterlist

pairing - Peter Parker x fem!reader

type - fluff, lil angst 

note - hey, guys! this is my first peter parker imagine. enjoy! also i know this sucks lol i promise ill have another peter one out to reedem myself.

summary - peter is in love with you and struggles to ask you out.

warnings - harrassment. i just wanted to put it as a warning in case.

P.S. also im gonna use random names for the sake of the story. itll make sense when you read lol

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*gif isnt mine*

Peter stared in awe as you solved the problem at the board.

“She’s so smart,” he muttered.

“And you are so whipped, bro,” his friend, MJ, laughed.

Peter glared at her, his cheeks burning a bright red. “I am not.”

“You kinda are,” his other friend, Ned, said.

Peter ignored them and kept staring at you. You turned back from the board, putting the cap on to your expo marker.

“Thank you, Miss L/n. Take notes, guys. This type of problem will be on your final exam,” the teacher said.

You smiled and went back to your seat, which happened to be next to Peter.

“Hey, Y-y/n,” he said. You turned to him, your eyes locking with his.

“Hey, Pete,” you smiled.

He stared at you again. He couldn’t help it. He was just so in love with you. He didn’t know if it was the way you giggled after he told a joke, the fact that you’re popular, but you still became friends with him and his friends, or that you always knew the answer to each question in class. You were just this amazing, beautiful, intelligent girl to him.

“Hey, Pete, you’re drooling again,” MJ nugded his shoulder.

You chuckled as Peter apologized, obviously embarrassed.

“It’s okay. So, what’s up?” You asked.

“I just wanted to, uh, say good job on solving that problem,” he said.

You smiled, “Thank you. I’ve been studying like crazy.”

“You don’t need to study. You’re the smartest girl I know,” Peter smiled.

“Thank you, Peter. But I think MJ is the smartest one here,” you said. MJ scoffed and shook her head.

“For once, I’m going to have to agree with Parker,” MJ said.

You widened your eyes. You were genuinely surpised. You thought MJ was the smartest girl you’ve ever met.

“Thanks, MJ,” you smiled.

“No problem, Y/n,” she smiled back.

The bell rang, signaling class was over and it wss time for lunch.

“See you guys later,” you waved and left for the cafeteria to see some other friends.

“You gonna ask her out soon?” Ned asked.

Peter scoffed while putting his binders into his backpack. “Who said I was gonna ask her out?”

“No one, we just assumed you were,” MJ shrugged.

“Well, no. She doesn’t like me like that, anyways. Plus, doesn’t she have a thing with Flash?” Peter asked.

“No, I think she has a thing with Aaron Foster, though,” MJ smirked.

Peter groaned. Aaron Foster was one of the football players at Midtown. He knew he could never compete with that, even if he was Spider-Man. But you didn’t know that, therefore, the Peter you knew didn’t have a chance with you.

“Hey, but I think she likes you!” Ned tried to reassure his friend.

“How do you know?”

“Well, she always laughs at your jokes and she chose to become friends with you instead of just staying with her other friends,” Ned explained.

“That proves nothing. You can tell a girl likes someone by their body langauge. They’ll look you in the eye, lick their lips, lean in when talking to you, and put their hand on your arm,” MJ said.

Peter and Ned looked at MJ, shocked.

“What? I’m your friend and a girl. I know you like Y/n a lot and I can tell she’s a good person, so I don’t mind helping,” MJ shrugged.

“Wow, thanks,” Peter chuckled.

“No problem.”

“Well, Y/n does engage eye contact with you. She also leans in a lot,” Ned said.

“Yeah?” Peter smiled, hopeful. MJ and Ned nodded truthfully.

Peter kept smiling all the way to the cafeteria before he saw you with your group of friends. Aaron was also there, too.

You were talking to one of your friends, Maci, about your plans this weekend. Aaron put his arm around you, pulling you closer. You cringed and moved away.

Contrary to popular belief, you actually didn’t like Aaron. You two happened to go on a few dates, but he had the personality of a wall. He didn’t spark any interest for you at all, but you wanted to be nice and said yes to the dates. Ever since, he’s been acting like he owns you. You hated that and were planning to talk to him about it soon. You didn’t want to be treated like an object, you wanted to be treated like a human being. Perhaps Peter Parner could do that for you.

Yes, you did like Peter Parker. No one really knew but you. You had liked him from the first time you saw him. You liked him even more when he helped you in your engineering class. He gave you advice on how to make energy with a potato, and you thought he was so cute and so sweet. He was always there to help you and always up to hang out.

You couldn’t help but have a crush on him. However, you thought he didn’t like you. You thought he liked MJ.

While talking to Maci, you noticed Peter staring at you. You smiled and waved, making him blush and wave back shyly. You chuckled to yourself. He was adorable.

“Hey, is that Parker kid bothering you?” Aaron asked.

“No, Aaron. He’s my friend,” you rolled your eyes.

“I’ll beat him up if he think he can look at my girl,” he growled.

“Aaron, can I talk to you for a second?” You said.

He nodded and you stood up from the lunch table, leading him to an empty hallway. You rested against the lockers, ready to tell Aaron he needed to back off when he kissed you. You put your hands on his chest and pushed him back with all your force.

He stumbled back, frowning.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“One, I am not your baby. Two, we aren’t dating and I don’t want to. I like someone else,” you said.

Aaron looked at you, confused. “What?”

“Sorry, Aaron. I had fun on the dates. But this just won’t work out. Find a girl who likes you, okay?” You smiled kindly.

Aaron just nodded, obviously not used to girls turning him down. You sighed and went back the cafeteria. You sat back down and finished your food. You got up to throw your trash and put your tray away when Peter came up to you.

“Hey, you okay? I saw you walk off with Aaron,” Peter said.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Pete. I’m gonna throw away my trash,” you said.

“No!” He exclaimed. You raised your brows, confused.

“Let me do that for you,” he smiled and took the tray out from your hands. “Stay here,” he added.

You laughed and nodded, sitting back down. Peter came back shortly, holding something behind his back.

“Can we go somewhere to talk?” He asked.

You nodded and followed him outside the cafeteria.

“I wanted to ask you a question, even though I know you are dating Aaron,” he started, but you interrupted.

“I’m not dating Aaron.”

“What?” Peter asked. “Yeah, we went on a few dates, but he has no personality,” you shrugged. “Plus, I like someone else.”

“Oh,” his face fell.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You tilted your head. You locked eyes with him, making him nervous.

“I.. I um... I wanted to ask you something,” he started again. You nodded.

“Since you’re not dating anyone I-I was wondering if uh... well...”

You smiled. He looked so cute while stuttering.

“I was wondering if you would wannagoonadatewithme?” He blurted.

Your eyes widened. “What?” You asked. You wanted to make sure you heard him correctly before answering.

“I was wondering if you’d, uh, go on a d...date with m-me?” He asked again.

You giggled and nodded your head. “Yes.”

Peter grinned from ear-to-ear. “Really?”

“Yes! I’ve liked you ever since I’ve met you,” you confessed.

“Wow, me, too,” he smiled.

“Awesome,” you laughed. “So, when’re you picking me up?”

“For what?”

“For the date, silly,” you said, poking his arm.

“Oh, yeah! Right,” he blushed. “Tonight, at 6?”

“Deal. See you tonight, Peter,” you said and leaned in to kiss his cheek. You pulled away and started to walk away, turning your head back to him to wink.

Ned and MJ came out from a corned, jumping up and down and screaming.

“Parker got the girl!” MJ exclaimed.

“Yeah, I did,” Peter smiled. He couldn’t wait for your date.

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it’s hard to put into words how much skam france has disappointed me this year but s6 is finally over and i felt like i needed to kind of... say goodbye to this shitshow and get a few things off my chest.

s3 will always hold a special place in my heart, it came into my life when i really needed it and honestly, it was their only genuinely good season from start to finish. i will always be grateful for s3 and for eliott and lucas and for all those little moments we got to see with the grew in that season as well as in s4 and s5, when they actually acted like teenagers, when they were there for each other, when actions had consequences, when subplots weren’t abandoned just after 2 clips and when they used this show to educate teenagers and give them hope... those very few moments that actually made me feel like i was watching a skam remake.

it’s hard to make peace with the fact that this remake gave us so many good moments but also managed to completely ruin this entire experience for most of us this year. i think if skam france was genuinely, consistently trash from s1 to s6 i wouldn’t be half as angry as i am right now. but truth is, it wasn’t all bad. that’s the worst thing. we’ve seen they can do better, they just chose to be lazy and use the popularity s3 gave them to churn out mediocre and half assed plots time and time again because they knew they had devoted fans who would defend them no matter what.

when s3 was airing i actually felt like they listened to us sometimes and cared about us but something changed after s4. it no longer mattered what we wanted to see or what we thought about a scene, we were simply told what we should be feeling. and that’s a huge red flag. i don’t have to be a scriptwriter or a director to know that good storytelling isn’t about throwing excuses and explanations (and then damage control pictures) at your audience. it’s about them engaging with the content you put out and bringing their own perspective to it. otherwise, what’s the point?

and you know, this isn’t even about what’s ooc and what isn’t. it’s about the people who were supposed to finally get their representation but instead ended up being too triggered by the show to continue watching it. it’s about muslim, deaf/hoh people, people dealing with addictions or self harm or eating disorders speaking out only to be silenced by david and his fans just because their opinions weren’t always supportive and positive. it’s about us saying that they should have never used sexual or domestic abuse for shock value and then being told to shut up because a few pacifists in this fandom seem to think we’re ruining the show for them this way. it’s about david and niels flat out lying to us and promising so many things in order to get us to watch s6. it’s about being disrespected by the creators of your favourite tv show so badly that you end up having to distance yourself from it and the fandom. you obviously can’t please everyone, but the least you can do is listen to the people whose stories you’re trying to tell.

i obviously can’t tell any of this to david even though i wish i could. not because i want to rub it in or prove that i’m right, i just simply want him to know how much his childishness hurt the very people who once fought so hard to get his show renewed for him. i can’t tell him any of this because he would never read my messages since i’m not one of his certified bootlickers singing his praises all the time. because he blocked one of my insta accounts last week for a comment i posted under one of his pictures during s5. because that’s the kind of person he is. someone who would rather hide and ignore constructive criticism and let his little fans fight his battles for him. someone who stayed quiet for weeks while said fans kept sending death threats to people. and yes, you could say he’s not responsible for other people’s actions and that’s true in a way. but when you create such an unhealthy and hostile environment within your own fandom by playing favourites and silencing anyone who has a different opinion than what is considered acceptable, you do encourage that kind of behaviour.

despite all this, i still stayed and tried to put up with all the bad writing because i cared about the grew that much, maybe even more than niels himself, it seems. i don’t have a reason to stay now. the concept of having female showrunners sounds good, sure, but i know francestvslash and i know skam france. it’s the good old bait-and-switch. during the last two seasons, they kept baiting marginalized communities to earn woke points but a season that was supposed to be about arthur’s deafness entirely got turned into some cheating fest and lola’s season was pure misery porn with wlw rep thrown in there as bait. 

david and niels leaving won’t solve this problem. francetvslash needs a reality check too. they used us to renew the show and then turned around and called us obsessive. they blocked my comments under the live because i asked them why wasn’t the sexual assault plot mentioned again. they joked about addictions. they don’t care, okay? not about us, not about giving people representation. the only thing they care about is money. so them suddenly hiring female directors and writers after they saw us complaining about the way this show treats women? bait. the same kind of bait niels and david used when they tried to throw all kinds of rep in s6 because they knew lgbt people want to see themselves represented so badly that they would watch it no matter what. i would love to be proven wrong, obviously. i want to believe the new showrunners have nothing but good intentions but their hands will obviously be tied by francetvslash to some extent. and i’m done being used by them and then being forced to settle for the bare minimum.

all in all, both s5 and s6 fell flat and were extremely disappointing. skamfr under david and niels will always remain a one hit wonder, nothing else. it’s a good thing they are leaving now because at least characters like max or sekou have the chance to be treated with respect by the new writers and directors. and i’m happy for all of you who decided to stay... i wish you guys the best. i honestly hope you guys will get the stories and the representation you’re looking for. i really do. i want to be proven wrong about francetvslash and the showrunners... but i don’t have the energy to dedicate so much of my life to this show again, not after them breaking my heart so many times. 

and i guess i’m a petty person. the grew deserved great stories too, not just lamif. arthur deserved a great season, deaf/hoh people deserved to see themselves represented, instead they were forced to watch niels disrespect noée and camille and then act like they never existed in s6. and after everything wlw have done for this show, we deserved a great season too, not to be baited like this. maya was in 18 clips out of 83 (!!!!). if niels and david didn’t want to give the grew a chance to have a good send-off, then i’m not giving this show a chance again. why would i?

anyway. i’ll stick to rewatching s3 every now and again. and i will miss the way the grew made me feel. thanks for all the good memories and let’s hope we’ll forget the bad ones soon. this is what we’ve come to.

alt er love and all that crap i guess.

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If History: Obsessed had been a full-length Thai Show...

Okay, we have the same premise. Shao Yi Chen is reincarnated 9 years into his own past, a month before he begins his relationship with his future boyfriend Jiang Jin Teng after dying due to finding out said boyfriend was getting engaged to a woman. Now, it turns out that the engagement was a sham and JJT was trying to protect him... but, let's be honest here, H1: Obsessed is trash. It's enjoyable trash, but it's trash with all kinds of plotholes. SO here's what would happen if we expanded it into a DIFFERENT kind of trash with slightly less plotholes... Maybe.

So, the biggest change to the premise is this: JJT is having dreams the entire time about SYC and his relationship. Every episode begins with a scene of the two of them in the original timeline. And you see that they have a very... weird relationship. They love each other but it's very... surface level. No deep talks, no real conversations, just lots of them being soft and nothing deeper because they both have too many fears (JJT about his family, SYC with his self-esteem issues.). And these dreams also show all the build-up to JJT's faked engagement and why he genuinely thought it would work without hurting or losing SYC.

So, with that change, this gives a lot of background and depth to the characters as they were versus as they are in the show itself. SYC has his confidence and his anger at himself and his anger at JJT. JJT has this strange obsession that he can't quite explain but also can't shake.

Now, we start out about the same. SYC drags Mu-Bai into avoiding meeting JJT and they end up saving Chong Jun (... fairly sure that's his name, okay? MDL doesn't even list Mu-Bai and they basically never say his name...) yada yada. Genuinely, most of the beginning happens the same way, from burning the book to JJT finding it and so on.

But as the flashbacks start, JJT starts to get... stranger. He's obsessed with SYC because he sees him in his dreams and he sees this relationship... but he can also see how fractured it is. And over the course of the show he sees how broken it was and knows he has to make it better.

Meanwhile, SYC is SUFFERING. He is being stalked by the man he is trying desperately to avoid and it's bringing back floods of memories of loving him and then being hurt by him... but he had nine years of what he considered joy as well so it's hard.

The turning point for both of them? Well, JJT has the dream he had at the END of the movie around the MIDPOINT of the show. And SYC decides he has to tell Mu-Bai about being reborn as well as the cause of his death.

So... now, JJT knows that SYC died in the OG timeline because he was an asshole who didn't understand their relationship and Mu-Bai knows that SYC died because of his relationship with JJT. Which means that JJT really has to think about everything that happened and his second chance... and Mu-Bai is basically going OKAY, NOW I GET IT and promises to help keep them apart.

Which leads to Mu-Bai and JJT talking. Because Mu-Bai is also a bit worried about the changes SYC is going through and knows he's still in love. He originally goes in wanting to warn JJT to stay away... but JJT is honest. And open. And tells him about the dreams. And about how he feels. And Mu-Bai ends up kind of... understanding.

So now... now we have JJT determined to win SYC and Mu-Bai torn because, honestly, they both make good points?

This is when they go camping.

JJT is still not being great, still being all creepy and stalker-y even though he's trying to be... less. But it's hard when it feels like part of his heart is just straight up missing but he knows where it is. So we have the grabbing, the kissing, SYC running and JJT saving him we know the drill, right?

JJT fakes the amnesia again. SYC can't help himself. He loves the man so much that even just this little chance is all it takes. So all of that proceeds for, like, an episode or so.

And then? Revealed he has been lying by Li Chun (who's known the entire time) and Mu-Bai (who just wants SYC to be happy, okay?)

And this time, JJT is actually honest. He talks to SYC more because Mu-Bai is there to try to help and reveals the dreams he's been having and SYC, at the end, agrees to let JJT try. But no more stalking, no more of this just... one date.

It's a good date. JJT knows what SYC likes and knows how to treat a person and it's GOOD but... SYC is too scared. He's terrified. It's the penultimate episode and SYC turns down JJT and flees and hides.

Then we get the real ending, near the same end as the show. JJT hits the point where he won't take no as an answer because he knows they want the same thing. SYC tries to resist but he's loved JJT for more than nine years and he still loves him so, so much.

And then we get a wedding. At first, it's not clear what's going on... until we see JJT and SYC at the altar. JJT's family isn't there, but SYC's mom is and so are all the side characters and it's good and it feels good.

Look, it's still meant to be a bit trash, okay?

@shippingdara3008 lol this is my longest rewrite yet and I still feel like i could have gone more in depth! I hope you enjoy it, though. :D