#damn he fumbles a lot of bad bitches

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Hi, there are people defending the ending of mha and some good points can be made like Izu never cared for fame...and how Izu working as a teacher is in character, I agree.

I told the op how my gripe is not Izu not having bitches, its how he is not happy, he is not being appreciated.

And like op doesnt have a real answer aside "he is happy, adult life is hard as adults dont have time to see each other all the time" and look, I get it, we are all adult here.

But come on, in a country where we have more heroes than villains...no one had the time to catch up with Izu? They can open agencies but cant ask Izu if he wants to join them ?

Not saying they all should make Izu their god and priority...but no one had time to be there for Izu? REALLLY?

Again, its not about Izu getting no harem or mansions....its him getting no glory after going through all that.

A1 didn´t chip in to buy the damn suit...and even if they did (saw some people saying A1 did help too) why the fuck they kept as a secret?)

Btw, Izumei is the best ship.

Hi @mikeellee 👋

The ending even though I do view it in a negative light has a few good points like you mentioned above. While I do like izuku becoming a teacher I do wish that izuku got a career that involved his analytical abilities. A career where he works with mei and Melissa makes sense and would be interesting to see in my opinion.

I have brought up the point that it's the fact that the manga doesn't show us 1A interacting with eachother outside of heroics or hero costumes which to me can be interpreted that they really aren't close and also further emphasises the point that the 1A found family thing doesn't cannonically exist. In my opinion it's not difficult for Hori to make it so that izuku says yeah they don't meet much anymore but we still see izuku hanging out with some 1A members or we see his phone that has some messages from a 1A GC. This would of helped a lot in my opinion.

I don't really care about canon ships and Iam glad that none have been confirmed but the fact that the fandom has made it a gag that izuku somehow fumbled and the fact that this gag also sexualises and paints ochako in a bad light is disgusting in my opinion. I hate it.

I would like to correct you that the official manga translation does state that 1A did chip in to help fund the suit while Melissa and mei where the creators of the suit. I suppose they wanted to make it a little suprise thing for izuku but it's a shame and weird that we don't see them reveal it to him?!?!

I love izumei as much as the next girlie but even if it was canon it would of been done dirty

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heyy dickjay ♥ sensei! I was wondering if you can share some of your favorite moments when Dick enjoys to get Jay all flustered and shy huhu

Oh, Dick finds a flustered Jason to be so charming and delightful. Something about watching Jason lose his composure in such a sweet, innocent way would wreck Dick in the softest of ways. Because it'd mean those gentle and hopeful feelings are still there for Jason - they weren't taken away or ruined somehow like so much else.

So, yes. Dick would marvel at the pink that stains Jason's cheeks. And there'd be the ghost of a smile on his lips when Jason gets all tongue tied with him. And when Jason gets butterflies in his stomach, Dick might have butterflies of his own, too. ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

Things Dick does that flusters Jason:

Dick has a bad habit of staring at Jason. It's subconscious, his attention lingering until he realizes Jason is glaring at him. But even caught out like that, Dick isn't bothered. He just smiles a bit and Jason flusters cutely.

Even when Jason turns away from him, all huffy and indignant, the tips of his ears would be burning, as would the back of his neck. A telling red blush that Dick would admire with a lot of fondness.

Casual touches not being particularly common because of a lack of opportunity, but when it does happen Jason always spooks. Pulling away with the most scandalized expression and Dick is dumbfounded at first, then endeared because he notices the telling pink that stains the high points of Jason's cheeks and it's so damn sweet.

Oh. When Dick smiles. ;///////; Specifically the genuine ones that are a bit more bite than anything. The ones that are a little crooked and handsomely roguish. They're not the ones Dick has practiced to inspire certain feelings/reactions among people - it's just Dick. A little broken, a little sharp and wicked and wild. It makes Jason's knees weak.

Similarly, when Dick laughs. Or when Dick tilts his head a certain way. When Dick pushes his hair out of his face. When Dick rolls up his sleeves or shifts his weight. It's the ease of his movements, maybe, but it steals Jason's attention and makes his thoughts stop still. Probably especially when Dick is fighting and being a little cruel with it because (๑/////๑ " )

Witty banter!! Something with these two throwing out quips and meeting each other tit for tat. Jason has a sharp tongue and biting wit, so to be engaged with in that way would make Jason really happy. Just the widest, most biting of smiles and vicious of laughs. Only for Dick to throw in some suggestive flirt and Jason fumbles so bad because what. And Dick plays it off and teases Jason over it and Jason spits and sputters and disappears only to come back online some time later and it all starts again.

Something something Dick exposing Jason for wanting. Where Dick will touch Jason or be close enough to kiss and Jason freezes up, but doesn't pull away. Just squeezes his eyes closed in the sweetest of ways and Dick can't help the soft laugh it pulls out of him. And Jason gets so embarrassed about it. He punches Dick in the shoulder or shoves him over outright, bitching all the while about how Dick is the worst, omfg.

And maybe Dick would catch Jason's wrist and feel his racing pulse and pull him back in and really give Jason something to fluster over. ( •◡-)-♡

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A Pint of Comfort (💀🧼) PART 2

(first time rlly writing a full length fic like this, so be nice okay?)

Tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, the definition of hurt/comfort, mutual pining (kind of?????/just barely (idk, I'm kind of bad with tropes), lots of crying (and suggestive kissing), Ghost has Astraphobia,—Johnny helps Simon through a PTSD episode, while also finally getting a much needed point across 💖

possible CW/TW for PTSD, flashbacks, Ghost's canon backstory, very subtly implied NSFW at the very end lmao, and implied parental/child ab*se

Link to the previous part!:

Now, here Soap was, having to walk home in this fucking weather.

At 10, almost 11 o’clock at night, no less, (the boys had kept him much longer than he would’ve liked).

It was simply perfect out, before he left, and even as he made his trek to the pub.

Clear skies, sunshine, all that bullshit.

He even saw a damn rainbow stretching across the heavens, which put a little smile on his face.

But I guess,—just leave it to the sheer unpredictability of Manchester’s weather,—to completely ruin your whole day!

Johnny sighs resignedly, as he gathers up the courage to run home in the pouring rain. Frowning at the gross, black clouds over head.

“It really is pishin’ it doon out here…” he says to himself, staring off into the distance. Dissociating a little.

It wasn’t that getting wet bothered him or anything,—he’s a damn solider for Christ’s sake.

He’d been through way worse conditions than this…In way worse…situations…than this.

He had nearly froze his ass off when they had intercepted Shepherd in that frozen wasteland, or when he’d snagged that ACS module in Kazakhstan with Roach, (which was all for nothing by the way).—Considering he’s the most cold-natured person on the planet. (While Simon about died from a heat stroke on multiple occasions in Las Almas, and bitches and complains the whole time when they’re on missions in places where it’s particularly humid. (Being incredibly hot-natured).

Soap is just paranoid about getting struck by lightning…as stupid as that sounds.

Eventually Johnny quits his pussyfooting around, and sprints out from under the shelter. Taking off his jacket and lifting it over his head as makeshift cover.

He runs for pretty much the whole way home, and as soon he reaches the porch,—he hurriedly fumbles with his keys and makes his way inside. Slamming and locking the door behind him,—before taking off his soaked sneakers and throwing his soiled jacket on the floor.

Soap then just leans up against the door for a minute, panting,—after all,—he’d just made it back to him and Ghost’s house in record time.

After he successfully catches his breath, he shivers, cold as ice because of his now waterlogged clothes.

“Like a motherfockin’ monsoon, bloody Jesus…” he thinks to himself, as he, unexpectedly, squeezes water out of his shirt. His jeans dripping onto the welcome mat below him. The jacket did fuck all to protect him from the rain.

You would’ve thought the man had jumped into a fucking swimming pool.

Johnny, covered in sweat and rainwater, figures he could use a hot shower.

After taking off his wet socks and shoving them into his discarded shoes, he heads over to him and Simon's shared bedroom. Not caring about the trail of water made by his jeans, (he’d clean it up later or it would dry up eventually, (whichever comes first).

"Ah'm home—“, Soap announces before confusedly looking around the room, as Ghost is nowhere to be seen, and not in bed. Not to mention,—he realizes he got no response.

That is until...his eyes finally find Simon—curled up into a ball in the far corner of the room next to the lamp. Shaking, with his hands over his head.

He’s crying.

“Simon? Simon! Doll, what’s wrong?”, Johnny calls out as he rushes over to them, kneeling down and attempting to draw them close. Wanting to ease whatever was distressing them.

Though, without a word, in a moment of desperation and slight clarity, Simon tackles him as soon as it notices him.—Knocking Soap down onto his ass.

Wrapping his arms around him, and hugging him tightly. Proceeding to sob loudly, as they bury their face into Johnny’s shoulder.

“Mo gradh, what’s wrong? Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay….Ah’m here, calm down, it’s aaricht…”, Soap soothes, feeling his heart break, seeing Ghost in such a state. He brings his hands up to embrace him, rubbing his back.

“No!”, Simon wails, “Please stop! Don’t hurt me—please it hurts!”, tears stream down it’s face, as it cries out in pure terror.

Johnny’s own tears well up in his eyes as he realizes what’s happening.

“Ye poor, poor thang…”, he thinks to himself.

He feels his chest clench painfully. The poor guy reliving things so vividly, that’s he’s age-regressed along with it.

Soap pulls himself together for Ghost, wiping his tears away.

“C’mon, wrap ye legs around mae…there ye go…”, Johnny gently instructs Simon, with it wrapped around him like an octopus. He hoists Ghost, (who’s still shaking like a leaf), up into his arms, before walking over to their bed.

Awkwardly sitting down, with them still clutching onto him.

As Soap picked him up, he realized that they had wet themselves,—but he would worry about that later. After all, he’d forgotten about his own sopping wet clothes ages ago.

He holds him close again, with one arm around their waist and the other holding it’s head, like you would a baby. Slowly rocking him back and forth, as he knows it’s something they do to calm themselves down from time to time.

A loud boom echos from outside,—more thunder.

To Johnny’s surprise,—Simon jumps at the sound, whimpering. Gripping onto him even tighter, shaking even more violently, and burying it’s face even more into his drenched t-shirt.

“Please…don’t leave me…mum, I need you! Don’t let him hurt me…please!”, Ghost bawls, inconsolable.

“He’s naw here, love. Yer pops isnae here, he’s gone remember? It’s just ye and mae…”, Soap’s voice breaks, as he chokes the words out.

He clears his throat.

“Aye, ye have mae word—I wouldnae let annae'ane hurt ye,—ah’d kill ‘em first…Ah’d never leave ye, I love you so much, ah’d be with ye till the bitter end…”, Johnny whispers, reassuring Simon. Despite his best efforts to stay strong, he still can’t help but get all misty-eyed himself. Shedding his own tears out of pity, with his chest now tight with affection, for the man clinging to him like their life depends on it.

“Please stop,—stop…please…”, Ghost continues to weep.

All the while, Soap does his best to comfort him and get him through it,—until the storm passes. Making for a long and arduous night at home.

…

By the end of it, Simon’s eyes are red and swollen from crying so much, and they’ve got a gnarly migraine.

Johnny helps it to change out of it’s piss-stained basketball shorts and boxers, and clean them up. Additionally, throwing away and cleaning up the plethora of used tissues, from it’s sinuses becoming inflamed. Fetching some ibuprofen and cold syrup from the medicine cabinet, and a glass of water from the kitchen for him while he’s at. He tucks Ghost in on the non-damp side of the bed, kissing them on the forehead, before they quickly fall asleep.

Soap then finally gets the chance to change out of his now, mostly dry clothes, and take a shower. And by the time he’s done, he’s ready to conk out himself.

After he swiftly does his nightly skincare routine, he gets under the covers and cozies up to his lover,—spooning him.

Stay tuned for the other parts! (Breaking this up into parts, as it's kind of a long one).

Part 3 will probably be up by tomorrow!

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General headcanons for the Glamrock Bots!

Roxanne Wolf -She is incredibly competitive and loves to be the center of attention. Perhaps a bit of a show when she needs her ego boosted. -Very much a rough houser. -Loves to have her hair brushed -Great with kids -Has a bit of an attitude and isn’t afraid to swear at parents or bullies. -Incredibly protective but also a little insecure (Not that she will ever admit that to anyone alive or dead.) -Her tail can wag and does so when she is extremely happy or excited - I headcanon her as asexual but she has had a few boy/girl/themfriends -Resting bitch face -6ft tall

Chica -Barbie girl girly girl -Disgustingly flexible. She can bend in ways she should not be able to.  -Jazzercise for moms -Can play multiple instruments very well. -Loves to play with kids and pamper them to no end. She gives out so many gifts that she has gotten into trouble for causing there to be some money lost because she just loves to give away gifts. She has a lot of love to give, okay!?!?! -Lesbian -Aside from Freddy himself, she has the most requests and largest parties. Helps make most the food herself. -Yoga -6’10ft tall

Montgomery Gator -Smokes -Has anger issues and has gotten into fights -Actually, feels most emotions very strongly but struggles to properly express them. -Hates Freddy. Doesn’t mind the rest of his bandmates. (Mostly just jealous of all the attention that the bear gets.) -Is actually really good at gulf but will fumble a game to let a kid win. -Mostly teens hang with him though. Apparently, a few parents think that he is “Too scary” for little kids. (Roxy stands up for him the most during these complaints) -The second strongest animatronic (Not counting Music man) -Bisexual -Has afternoon naps -Tall wags on rare feelings of happiness and contentment -7ft

Music Man -Has the best sense of humor and uses music to prove such points. -Loves his mini musicmen -Beeps to communicate -Knows more than he lets on. Always plays stupid -He and Chica jam out every friday -Is so lovable and playful with kids. Letting them play hide and seek around him or climb over him while he naps -Will help a child hide to get them out of trouble -Is the type to blast music when pouting or upset -F*ck you ft tall

Freddy Fazbear -The one, the only Freddy Fazbear! The main mascot and true star of the show! -He is the most popular, has the biggest parties, and is the best with kids and even a few teenagers. -Ears wiggle for various emotions -Has gotten love letters and will get more -Is actually a little shy -Is the strongest animatronic but no one knows this. They all think it’s Monty. (Not counting Music man. Size is not being counted here!) -Hums/sings to himself as he thinks -Has a bad habit to just stare -The best with kids! -Will apologize to the wall if he bumped into it -Seems to never grow angry or even tired. He has gone whole days of party after party yet never stops smiling. -Tail wags when really happy or excited -Sings like a damn angel -7’4ft

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What would I do without someone like you? [Nikolai/Price] | [One Chapter]

{BRIEF MENTION OF SEMICOLON TATTOO}

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Bullets swirled in the air. Some spun past Price while others hit the corner of the house he was using as cover. “Bloody fuck,” He cussed under his breath while he pulled out his pistol instead of reloading. They were in a tight spot. He didn’t have time for it.

“Captain,” Nikolai's voice came from behind him. Price jumped slightly as he pulled his body back behind the building. He then started to reload his gun.

Price was fumbling fucking hard right now. He was struggling to reload his gun. It took him like 5 times before he actually got the ammo in the damn thing. He took in a sharp breath before he responded, “Yeah, Nik?”

But that conversation was cut short when he was dragged around the corner and met with the face of another soldier that was a part of the Russian army.

Price elbowed the soldier in the stomach and went to use the blunt end of his gun to hit them with it but felt a sharp stabbing pain in his forearm. He knew it was a knife he didn’t even have to check.

Price assumed that the next bullet to hit the soldier in the head came from Nik. Even if it didn’t, he was glad because he had bigger problems to attend to right now. He ducked down behind a half wall to check the damage.

It was pretty damn bad. The knife was sharp and slid into his arm like a stick of butter. It was deep but he didn’t think it hit anything severe.

He pulled the knife out his arm, a stupid decision, he knows. Luckily, adrenaline was coursing through his body so he didn’t feel it for the most part. He was bleeding quite a lot though.

Except that's what he thought until the pain actually settled. Sure, adrenaline didn’t make it as bad as it actually was but it still fucking hurt. He grunted quietly to himself as his eyes darted around for a solution.

He ripped off a small piece of fabric from a nearby (dead) soldier and used that to wrap his own arm up. The mission was more important; he couldn't dwell on this for much longer.

He finally got the damn thing tied. It was hard to do with one hand, especially his left.

“Are you okay??” Nikolai asked, a firm hand going on Price’s shoulder. His tone had a hint of worry in it. It made Price crack a smile.

Price nodded, “I’m fine. Let’s go.”

A lie, but Nikolai seemed to believe him so he went along with it.

And that was that..

Price had honestly forgotten about the injury the longer the mission went on. Nobody asked why he had a random piece of fabric tied around his arm either. They were all focused on the mission and Price had gotten used to the pain.

By the time the mission was completed and Price was in the driver seat of one of the trucks driving his men back to their own base, his arm was stinging. It hurt like a bitch now that his adrenaline had faded. It was no longer wrapped with the fabric he had put on it. It had probably had come off when he wasn’t looking since he wasn’t exactly paying attention to it.

For the most part he focused on driving. He’s had worse so he shrugged it off despite the writhing pain he was in.

Nikolai had probably noticed both the blood and ripped part of Price’s sleeve because he grabbed Price’s arm and pulled it over the center console to take a closer look.

Price felt Nik’s gentle hands slip his blood-coated sleeve up to his elbow. Despite the light trace of his fingertips, it still made Price tense from the touch.

“Holy shit..! When did that happen??” Nikolai questioned as he turned away momentarily to search in the glove box. He pulled out a first aid kit and opened it.

Price simply shrugged and said, “Not sure,” He was lying, obviously. He knew exactly when and how it happened he just was too exhausted to say. He glanced over to Nik and saw he was dissatisfied with the response. Though, he didn’t push on it.

Nikolai kept quiet and wrapped Price’s arm up with normal bandages. Price glanced over and saw blood. Fucking wonderful. He was still bleeding. Though, it was to no surprise. The wound was pretty deep and it explained why it was still hurting so bad.

Regardless, the hands that worked over his skin made him shiver slightly. They were so tender with him.. it was strange. Then again, he didn’t get injured too terribly often. Maybe it was just weird to him to be taken care of by someone who wasn’t a medic.

Price wasn’t sure but he had to physically shut his mind up before he missed the turn to the base.

Nikolai tied the bandage off with a knot. The pressure on the wound caused Price to have to take in a sharp breath.

Nikolai then took Price’s hand in his own. He was careful not to touch his injury.. which Price took notice of. He thought it was sweet but he didn’t comment on it.

Price let his hand hold Nik’s loosely. His hand was still kind of weak due to his wound. The adrenaline did him wonders during that mission. Hell, now he could hardly hold Nik’s hand properly.

Sure, they weren’t together, but they would have their moments when they were touchy with one another. Price would be lying if he said he didn’t love every second of it. He cherished any time Nikolai sought out to touch him, even if it was something as simple as holding hands.

Finally, they all made it back to the base in one piece. The car ride felt long and dragged out. Way longer than how long it took to get prepped for the mission.

Price went to the medical department almost as soon as he got out of the truck. He knew he would’ve had to go even if he didn’t want to anyway.

Besides, he knew Nikolai would’ve wanted him to.

He had to get stitches. They honestly hurt like a bitch but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. He’s had worse.

When he was all stitched up, he went back to his office so he could start planning future missions.

It was about half an hour before Nikolai let himself in to check on Price. Price’s eyes were more focused on the notes he had written down.

Nikolai brushed his sleeve up and smiled softly when he saw the stitches. “I didn’t have to force you to go this time,” He said in a teasing tone. Price looked up at Nikolai and his heart basically fluttered a little. Nikolai was smiling. Price could tell that Nik actually was happy about this. It actually almost made Price tear up but he knew better than to cry in front of him.

Nik’s smile in turn made Price smile as well. Price loved Nikolai’s smile. The way it was slightly more skewed to one side rather than both. The way he laughed slightly every time he did. The way his teeth slightly poked through. It meant everything to Price…. God if this man knew the impact he had on him..

Nikolai then spoke again which broke Price free from his thoughts, “I’ve finally gotten you to listen to me, hm?”

Price chuckled as he lightly nudged Nikolai’s shoulder. He answered, “Not even close, I’m afraid.”

“Ah, hell. I’ll get you there one day.” Nikolai laughed.

Nik didn’t even notice how the way he was cupping Price’s arm was making Price feel. He had completely abandoned his planning to let Nikolai touch him.

And that was the very moment that he realized how gone he actually was for Nikolai. He knew he meant a lot to him but he didn’t think he had fallen in love with him. It was like he was just smacked in the face with realization.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Nikolai asked softly, releasing Price from the depths of his mind once again.

Price looked over Nikolai’s expression briefly before he glanced away. “..Like what?” He reluctantly asked, shifting his eyes back to meet with Nik’s.

Nikolai let out a soft ‘ha’ and looked back down at Price’s arm. He flipped his arm over and caught a glance of the semicolon tattoo that was on the side of Price’s wrist.

The way his expression fell told it all. This was the exact reason why Price didn’t want to get the damn tattoo in the first place.

Nikolai turned Price’s hand so he could see it completely. He brushed his thumb over it. He then grabbed a pen and drew a heart around it. “Glad you’re still here, captain.” He said in a light hearted town.

Price’s stomach felt like it was twisting up inside itself. It was in a good way — at least he assumed it was. But damn if it didn’t shatter his entire soul.

“It was a while ago. I’m fine now.” Price breathed out.

Nikolai nodded and smiled while his thumb continued in the same motion it was prior.

Sometimes when people saw the tattoo, they were way too overbearing. They would ask over and over if he was okay and it was irritating to all hell. ..But with Nik, it wasn’t like that. Price actually thought Nikolai’s reaction was cute. It wasn’t too much or too little. Just enough to show appreciation along with care without prying too much.

The silence carried on up until they locked eyes. The tension was fucking crazy. Price could feel every inch of it but he didn’t know what to do with it.

So, he let Nik take initiative.

But Nikolai didn’t do anything except look away awkwardly. He then stood up, his fingertips tracing as they slid off of Price’s arm. “Suppose I’ll let you finish your work then, hm?”

“Wait—” Price basically jumped up and grabbed Nikolai by his wrist. When their eyes met again Price exhaled heavily.

He had really done it now.

Price shuffled closer, gently resting his hands loosely on either side of Nik’s sides.

He was hesitant with his movement but Nikolai put a hand under Price’s jaw, his fingers brushing through his beard.

Thank god Nikolai hadn’t pushed him away. Call Price dramatic, but he probably would’ve put a round in his head if he had.

Nik kissed him. It was exactly what Price was aiming for but even then it still felt completely unreal. It only lasted a couple of seconds but it felt like forever.

The way Nik’s lips smushed against his own was so… euphoric in a way.

“Mm. Bold of you.” Nikolai hummed once they separated from one another. He started to walk out the door while he said, “See ya later, Cap.”

Price couldn’t help but smile.

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quick! who’s the most babygirl? who had the most tragic breakup/separation? who most yearns for the mortifying ordeal of being known? ed, crowley, neo?

holy shit sam you can't just attack me which such questions randomly like this 🤯

uhhhhhhhh. Neo did sacrifice himself after Trinity died but then they got their happy ending later (although he was trapped in the matrix again for like 20 years so like... ignorance is bliss at least???) so i'd say he's the least tragic of them all also he got Trinity who is like the baddest bitch in this entire universe so he's the biggest winner to ever win lbr (that's my lesbian ass speaking tho Trinity if you read this i'm free on thursday night and would like to hang out. if you see this please respond and hang out with me on thursday night when i'm free)

you cannot ask me to pick THEE babygirl i cannot choose between my children....... okay fine it's Ed. the most babygirl imo she is everything she's barbie she's the blueprint actually i will not take any feedback at this time

most tragic breakup is probably Crowley bc this poor dumbass (affectionate) spent like 6000+ years yearning and pining and understands/speaks every language known to man but he can't articulate his love to Aziraphale and even after having lesbians smack him over the head about saying what he means he still didn't... do it. you cannot be more cringefail than to allow some old angelic fart trigger religious trauma in the love of your existence and have him leave you for superheaven even though everything Aziraphale is doing is for Crowley but damn you can understand his duolingo unit 15 french but you didn't Get™ Aziraphale's "i need you" and "we can be together" was an admission of reciprocated love. i really hope he doesn't drive his Bentley directly into the Thames but i also wouldn't blame him if he did lmao

both Ed and Crowley yearn to be known don't they, as much as it scares them to lay themselves bare. though Ed's already a lot more straightforward with that what with him already being vulnerable with Stede TWICE (Stede really fumbled the bag with the bad bitch he pulled by being autistic there yikes). Crowley...... has a lot of work to do. 6000+ years of repression jfc maybe if she read some jane austen in those years maybe then she wouldn't be in this pickle skajdhksjdhkajsdh

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☀️  - Did they both want children/How many children did they want? 

I'd like to think they both want kids, but have the exact same crippling fear of that much responsibility, even genetically.

Jacob never considered giving himself the option, thankfully Joseph was a better 'mom' to John than he could be when they were kids. Jacob is weary of kids for a lot of the same reasons dogs are.. They're loud and unpredictable, cause complications frequently and in general are difficult to predict. Mistakes are a given and the general automatic acceptance of that is a large pill to swallow, mentally.

Chloe remembers the earlier years with her mom, she was ethereal. Meredith Felix had a seemingly endless well of patience, both for mistakes and questions alike. Her brother was constantly breaking things, Chloe taking blame in an attempt to cover it up. Mere just took it as an opportunity to learn something new, and somehow was incredibly good at whatever it was she was trying for the very first time... That was before Luca died. That same woman never breathed another breath of life, a ragged shell void of anything familiar at all left in her shadow. Chloe's worst fear is emotionally neglecting her theoretical children.

😚 - When one gets sick, what does the other do? 

Chloe is 1 of 2 ways when Jacob is sick and it's entirely dependent on his attitude at the very moment. She will either take care of him tenderly, or yeet the costco sized Tylenol at his head. Can't hurt that bad if he thought it was a good idea to talk to her like that.

Jacob does the slightly gaslighty 'what are you, a pussy?' ploy up to a certain degree. Over a certain line of sick it becomes his absolute upmost priority to make sure Chloe takes her meds exactly the minute she should. He weighed her 4oz of soup at a time when she had the Flu- Theo almost lost his life making a joke over it- thankfully her fever came down shortly after and Theo was given the privilege of greeting another morning.

🍁  - How was their first kiss? 

I'd love to tell you there was this super hot scene but the moment was rather human and awkward. Chloe knelt down to the ground, Jacob kneeling down in front of her to try and see her tear stained face better. She was coming out of a close overdose of bliss, and still incurably out of sorts over her failure to even follow these plans through. Leaning forward she lost her balance, the dirt softer than she realized making her topple forwards into him. Jacob didn't have the most secure foot stance on this hill either, arm bracing the weight of them both as she fumbled into his chest. They miss, before Jacob rights both of them by pulling her into his lap. No mistaking what she just attempted, so.. fuck it. She'd blame it on the bliss later.

🐇  - Who wants to cuddle the other longer in the morning? 

Chloe. Jacob wants to lay in bed, but the longer he lays still the more ache his body dons for the day. Worse for wear is worth it, but only to a degree. Chloe thinks Jacob sleeps through his first alarm and bitches about it constantly to Theo, but Theo knows damn well Jacob wakes the first time. Those are Jacob's 5 minutes of solace, committing Chloe in her most peaceful state.

💤   - Who falls asleep first? 

Chloe falls asleep first. In the beginning she would try her best to outlast the Seed, particularly when she started in the trials. It took Chloe a very, very long time to comfortably fall asleep in the same room as Jacob. Between her distrust of his brothers and own instinct, she was slowly killing herself by refusing to rest until after Jacob.

This is why Jacob started pretending to fall asleep first. He'd always been good at faking a true sleep, between his childhood and the Army. At her best Chloe would be able to tell the difference, but sleep deprived and living out of spite it was easier to fool her. The more she got into the habit of sleeping though, the more natural the cycle was. Jacob doesn't really even pretend anymore, just waits a few minutes until he hears her breathing change to the rhythm his conscious recognizes as his own cue for rest.

[artcalledtattoo]

Po E M

If you bring up a bad guy

Trump can relate

Trump can curve

Trump brought up serves

If you bring up a good guy

Trump will debate

Trump will make fun

Trump will Bully

To a lowering of Standards

And on so on it happens

With a nation’s

Poor electronic messages

On the internet

Over easy for luscious yolks

Motown resurfaced trumped, not

Shots from a roof top

No bystanders moving about

Rust cleared and those people look

Well rehearsed behind Trump’s back

Big donees never buckled after shots

Trump is actor on stage

Withheld longer for show than a Reagan small timed aired episode

If you can read lips after rvw

“Should we run? No they have a trained sniper!

We paid for the estatic’s!, oh Mama

This will help just hold still, no bullet proof glass in front of US!”

With a nation’s

Poor electronic message’s

On the internet

Over easy for luscious yolks

Motown resurfaced trumped, not

The poem

All toyed and be fumbled

But nah no

No havoc under controlled

Not a KCC after party!

The people ran

Others play like the behind dumbfounded

Trump backers

Not even scared

play it again, felon

Rewind

Play it all for everyone

Everyday for a month and half long

Not funny but surprising

El stupidoes

And the hate towards you Refugee

Refugee’s

A lot of you are ugly

After your travels!

Play the running scared former!

Again

Por favor

With a nation’s

Poor electronic messages

On the internet

Over easy for luscious yolks

Motown resurfaced trumped, not

Play a play for those after JFK

Seen Cali Kid from ‘74

Old cars formulating in cars

The cares racing for dictator open air relationships and actors losing trusts and sponsored by a wristwatch

Stick with the money and leave your opinion out, act wise with only your parts!

Head space need for ego

Brain matter well fracture fracks

Hold it all in the cranium for better thinking

Or scar the ear & blow head of shooter

With a nation’s

Poor electronic messages

On the internet

Over easy for luscious yolks

Motown resurfaced trumped, not

Oh tumble tumble

For sake poor shakes

And small hands

Huddle

“He did it he shot my ear, I thought I would die!

Is the plan working!?”

Sir, we need to get you out!

“I thought, we said firing on third, he was shooting, on my third look right, my people never ran like they should!

Sir, get up and walk to the vehicle already waiting, next time rethink the glass for an assault prior not afterwards! Damn my wife is going to be pissed, hunkering down on you with my life……

Bonus keeps my bitch happy

Walk faster, Sir, down steps and to video

Grand Theft Audio ,

Stoopid ass

In research type buttons into the search bar

Long scoped rifle

on a roof top

Looking pretty now

Chumps & Rump T

Fuck em all

Screw em down

They looked planted, Sir

My dictator had a performance

Grand theft audacious

And tie snares, ask thee other former!

I’ve been tasked too

Cover

Poem

With a nation’s

Poor electronic messages

On the internet

Over easy for luscious yolks

Motown resurfaced trumped, not

Something else

You shot me you shot me o oh oil they shot me oh I love they shot me they shot me

Oh oh ohh

Dos song twisters and my strand

For aqua equal braiding

Rubber band tied out of way

In for the branding

As Epstein said

“It’s always lovely under my umbrellas, take a forsaken trip on thee Island, my center is best.”

Who’s in the books still beef or death?!

I’m prescribed been recreational since my thirties

I need help

Why your tears ? Wipe em and smile !

That Trump is genius

Or Genie fooling U S

Ohh Theo not near a rump T

Poor electronic messages

I pour thee in

For my podium

Po E M

[roadkillreverie]

“Bad Sex”

Hugzz texts me at midnight. “Are you up?” Of course I say yes right away! “Do you wanna talk, on the phone?” he asks. I was so excited. He calls me to tell me that he just had bad sex and wishes he would have seen me instead. “I’m not telling you this to make you jealous. Even though you’re probably loving that I just had bad sex.” I feel like haha, that’s what you get. I ask him why he didn’t come over in the first place. He said he felt bad just asking for sex because he just wanted to fuck and he knows I like him and he’d feel bad if he just left right afterwards. I asked him to come over right now. He said the moment was over and he wasn’t horny anymore. I told him that I’m always down to fuck him. He just has to ask. He said he wasn’t trying to cuddle because earlier that day, I had hoped he’d come over and just hang out, since everytime I ask him for sex, he says he’s too tired. I told him I’m not gonna ask him for sex because he always rejects me. So if he wants it, he should ask me. Plus, cuddling always leads to sex. Couldn’t he figure that out. Ugh.

“Why was the sex bad?” I ask.

“There was no chemistry. And I kinda went soft inside her and she asked what was wrong with me. That killed the mood and I was over it and left.”

He said that was another reason why he didn’t want to see me at first because we had such a good time the first time we fucked and he knew that he might not be able to replicate that.

I assured him that I didn’t care about that. I just wanted to see him and don’t even care about sex. I mean I do, but if he can’t keep it hard, it’s ok. I could sense he felt embarrassed. I asked if this happens a lot. He said yes. It’s not a surprise to me as I have dealt with this issue before with other guys.

“You just wanted to taste new pussy,” I said. “That’s why you didn’t reach out to me. I get it. I’ve had my slut phase too. How many girls have you been with since you saw me last?”

“Not a lot. Like two.”

“Two?! In like two weeks! That’s a new girl every week!”

“It’s not like that. They’re my regulars.”

“Your regulars? Can I be your regular?”

He chuckled. “I mean, sure.”

He said he had 4 regulars. One was even married but she still wanted to see him. And she knows what he likes. Idk why I didn’t inquire further. I’ve noticed that sometimes I don’t ask him questions that I later wish I had asked him.

“Well do any of your regulars pee on you?”

“No, I told you. You’re the only one. Nobody else is into it. Except the first girl who ever peed on me, but that was like 10 years ago.”

“How did you even know you like being peed on?”

“Well when it first happened, I was like wtf? Did this bitch just pee on me? Then I went home and I thought about it and it was actually pretty hot.”

We both laughed.

“You don’t know how many times I jacked off to you, thinking about when you peed on me.”

“Omg, I thought about you too, so many times. Speaking of which, I need to pee right now.”

“Damn, that’s hot. I’m getting turned on. Wait hold it for me. Don’t pee. I’m coming over.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, excitedly.

“Yes, is that ok? I’m getting an Uber now. What’s your address?”

I text him my address and he stays on the phone with me the whole time because I don’t believe that he’s coming over. By this time we’d been talking for about an hour and 40 mins and it was around 2:30am now.

“What are you doing?” He asked as he heard me fumbling.

“I’m setting the mood,” I said turning on a playlist I made for him. And grabbing the Captain Morgan and some shot glasses.

“You don’t gotta do all that.”

“How much longer?” I asked. “I gotta pee really bad.”

“5 mins.”

I placed the waterproof mat under my comforter and wiped my pussy with a wet wipe. I took a swig of some tequila to calm my nerves.

“I’m outside. I think. I’m not sure which is your house.”

I went out to get him. He was like two houses down. He makes his way over to me. “My crush!” I yelled with my arms out to hug him. He seems unbalanced and hugs me clumsily, trying to go in for a kiss. I kiss him awkwardly. I smelled alcohol on his breath. It was an awkward hug and kiss. He seemed off. Different than the first time. I examined him. He seemed unsteady and his face was flushed. “Oh no, honey, you are so drunk.” I say. “Your face is red.”

“I’m sorry,” he said in a way that makes him seem drunk, but also like a little kid.

I leaned in to smell his breath. “You smell of alcohol.”

“I’m not drunk,” he said. “I’ve hardly had anything. It’s just mouthwash.”

I grabbed his hand and led him into my bedroom. He took off his clothes except his underwear. I sat on the bed and he poured us two shots and fills them to the rim.

“Did you get this for me?” He asked about the Sailor Jerry bottle.

“I did.”

He smiled.

“Have you ever done this before? Like go from one girl to the next on the same night?”

He thought about it for a second and said yes.

“Of course you have,” I said rolling my eyes.

“Well you asked,” he smiled. “And I took a shower.”

“So this girl you met tonight, was she a regular?”

“No. She’s new. She just hit me up and said she wanted to fuck. Like you did the first time.”

“So you just fuck anyone who asks you to fuck? Are you even attracted to them? Are you attracted to me? What’s your type?”

“I don’t really have type. Well, I told you, I like big girls. And when I saw you, I was like-“

I cut him off. “I don’t like that word. Don’t call me that. Like I know I am. But why can’t it just be normal to be my size? And I told you, I’m always down to fuck. All you have to do is text me that you want to come over.”

“Ya but it sounded like you weren’t in the mood.”

“You can always get me in the mood.”

“True, but you said you wanted to just cuddle. And I was just trying to fuck.”

“I thought I made it clear to you from the beginning that I want you, always. All you have to do is text me, ok? Like don’t wait till I say I want to fuck because I’ve asked you so many times to come over and you always say you’re tired.”

“Well sometimes I am,” he smiled handing me my shot.

“Wait. What should we toast to?” I asked.

“To seeing you again. And for letting me come over,” he smiled.

“I like that.” I smiled.

We clinked our glasses and he drank the whole thing. I only drank half. He compared them and he said he wasn’t jealous that I was drinking tequila. I drank some water and I don’t remember how it started but I started leaking some of the water onto his stomach. “Ooh,” he smiled, clearly enjoying it.

He sat on the bed and I stood up. He pulled me towards him and started touching my pussy, making me pee a little. I grab his hands and examine them. I love his big hands and long thin fingers. I put them on either side of my face and squeeze my cheeks with them. I stare at him.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked.

“Ya, that’s why I’m doing this,” I said leaning down to kiss him. I gently push him down onto the bed and start sucking his dick. “Can this dick be only mine?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, drifting to sleep it seemed.

“Are you falling asleep?!”

“No,” he chuckled and slapped me gently.

“Did you just slap me?” I asked annoyed.

“Ya, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t slap me. I don’t like that.”

“Ok, I’m sorry.”

“I need to pee!” I exclaimed.

He pulled me up on top of him.

“Do you wanna pee on my face?” He asked.

I was so nervous, but I climbed on him and crouched over his face. I couldn’t pee, of course. I asked him to finger me. It didn’t work. He started licking my clit but that didn’t work either. He said he loved the way I tasted, but I was uncomfortable, so he suggested I get into the “69” position. He started fingering me and then licking my clit until I finally started peeing on him. He was moaning in pleasure and I heard him gurgling on my piss. I kept asking him if he was okay afraid of him suffocating. He assured me he was ok. I asked him if he wanted me to stop or keep going. He said keep going. He wanted more, more. After about an hour or two, he said he needed a break. I don’t know how much i pissed on him but it felt like a lot. I wiped his face off with a towel. His beanie fell off and I noticed his hair was thinning at the top. I kissed his forehead. He sank into the bed, sleepy and content. He got into a fetal position and looked cold, so I wrapped him in a blanket. I laid next to him and closed my eyes in bliss.

“Stick your tongue out,” he said. “Not too much, just a little.” He started sucking on my tongue.

“I noticed you like wet things,” I said. “Like pissing and sweating and licking.”

He chuckled and hugged me tight. “Mm, I missed you,” he said. “I missed you.” He said it twice.

I looked at him. “Really? U missed me?”

“Yeah.”

“Aw, I missed you too!” I smiled.

We held each other and dozed off to sleep. He snored so loud, I gently pushed into him to change his position.

I woke up to him spooning me. It was the greatest feeling ever.

[jazwritesalot]

Mocha Choco Latte - Chapter 1: Caramel Mocha Frappuccino

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki, KiriBaku Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Current Word Count: 21,000 Tags: Aged-Up Characters, AU- College/University, AU- No Quirks, AU- Coffee Shops & Cafes, Barista Bakugou, Actor Kirishima, slow burn, background IzuOcha, mentions of Bakusquad, rated for language, Bakugou Katsuki swears a lot, Bakugou Katsuki is bad at feelings, drinking, house parties

Link to AO3

Summary: Katsuki hadn't anticipated spending his senior year of University working at a cafe, but who was he to complain when it paid the bills? Besides, what could be the worst thing that could happen?

If there was one thing that Bakugou Katsuki despised, it was people. Specifically, idiotic people. Like the ones who came in with a stupidly complex order that he had to repeat back twice to make sure he got each and every instruction right. Or the ones who would watch him make their drink, and the moment he would finish it, they would mention that they needed a milk alternative because god forbid they say something when ordering, or when they saw him grab the container of milk. And don’t even get him started on having to take their food orders; that was a new level of idiocy he hadn’t believed could be possible. Whoever said the customer is always right should be kicked in the face. He swore that this cafe was a beacon for idiots, and here he was, front and center, having to cater to their every whim. 

“Kacchan, you’re scaring the customers again,” Midoriya Izuku commented as he approached the register to clock in.

“Can it, nerd. It’s not my fault that some people can’t get their order right the first time they order it,” he grouched, throwing a glare at the woman at the end of the counter who was typing away at her phone, her foot tapping impatiently as she waited for him to give her her drink. 

“Still, you can try to be nicer to the customers. You are the cashier, after all.”

“And whose fault is that? I was perfectly happy being the cook until you fumbled because you were geeking out and spilled hot coffee all over the CEO of Nighteye Records.”

“Oh come on. I’ve apologized for that enough. You know I didn’t mean to! I just can’t help getting excited when I meet celebrities,” he complained as he shrugged on his apron. 

“You’re lucky he didn’t try to get you fired, dumbass,” he scoffed, eyes rolling. He grabbed the cup from the steamer, theextra hot almond milk frothing, and quickly poured it into the to-go cup, mixing it in with the mocha syrup and thethree decaf espresso shots, before popping a lid on the cup because heaven forbid he make the mistake of adding the whipped cream. 

“Here,” he said, placing the drink on the edge of the counter aggressively. The woman huffed, throwing her phone in her purse before she scooped the cup up. 

“About time. And would it kill you to be a little more appreciative of your customers? After all, you were the one who messed up my order in the first place. I can just take my business elsewhere, you know?” The challenging smirk she wore as she took a sip of her drink made Katsuki’s blood boil. 

“Alright, listen here you b-”

“We are so sorry about the mistake! Please, have this cookie on the house!” Izuku interjected quickly, forcing himself between the seething Katsuki and the lady, thrusting a pastry bag in her direction.

“Well, at least ONE of you has manners. Thank you.” She snatched the bag out of his hand and stomped out of the store. Katsuki was fuming; how DARE she treat him like he was the idiot when she was the one who couldn’t get off her phone for more than five seconds to order her damn drink with the proper milk? He hoped she enjoyed the word “KAREN” scrawled across her cup. He turned toward Izuku, eyes narrowing. 

“Quit it, Deku. I had that under control.” Izuku gulped, taking a step back from Katsuki, throwing his hands up in front of him in defense. 

“You were about to call her a bitch, Kacchan. Ihad to do something. Sato’s told you if he gets any more complaints about you being rude to the customers, he’ll have to fire you.” Katsuki sighed, shoulders sagging as he realized just how right his friend was. He couldn’t afford to get himself fired, not with rent coming up soon. He was sure that Deku would help him out if that did happen, but damnit, his pride wouldn’t allow freakingDeku of all people to be the one to help him out of a bind like that, even if he was his roommate. 

“Whatever. Anyway, Batteries for Brains dipped early, so I’m glad you showed up. Wasn’t looking forward to trying to run both the line and the register on my own. He should be lucky that all the orders so far have been for drinks and pastries, otherwise I’d have to kill him.” 

“Kaminari’s a good guy. He probably had a very valid reason for leaving early,” Izuku said, heading toward the kitchen. 

“Hopefully to tutoring. That guy’s math is atrocious,” he griped, counting the drawer down for shift change. “Oh yeah, pastry girl asked about you,” he called over his shoulder, smirking as he heard Deku run into the door frame, a muffled swear falling from him. 

“U-Uraraka? What did she have to say?” he asked nervously, rubbing the red spot on his forehead. 

“Wanted to know what you were up to this weekend. Told her to ask you herself.” 

“Kacchan! That’s so rude!” Izuku whined, grabbing the pickup order ticket that printed off, scanning over it before grabbing one of the to-go cups to scrawl the instructions on it. 

“What? I gave her your number, you moron. I’m notthat heartless.” He finished counting down the drawer, noting that that idiot Kaminari short changed him, and took the cup from Izuku, whose face was as red as one of Sato’s cherry danishes. 

“W-why would you do that?” he stammered, grabbing the next ticket and moving to the pastry case. 

“Because clearly you’re not going to be the one to make the first move. You’ve been pining over her like an idiot since we first started here. I still can’t believe she caught you when you tripped on that drink that you spilled. You could barely stutter out the words ‘thank you’; do you really think I expect you to be able to ask her out?” 

“I guess you’re right,” he sighed. “Thanks for having my back, Kacchan.” 

“It’s whatever. You owe me one,” Katsuki grunted out as he sprayed the whipped cream on top of the drink before fitting the lid on it snugly. He placed the finished drink next to the pastry bag on the pick up rack and went for the next order. “Here, this one needs actual food. Get out of my space, loser.” Izuku took the ticket with a smile and went to the small kitchen, humming as he got to work. 

Time passed idly, customers trickling in—some passing through for pick up, others dining in—and Bakugou was counting down the minutes until he was off. The dinner rush had come and gone, leaving the two to focus on the pre-closing procedures in between orders. Which left Katsuki with time to let his mind wander.

Working in a cafe wasn’t how he anticipated his senior year of university going, but it paid the bills. The place had a nice homey quality to it—the mismatched chairs and tables scattered about the dining area paired with various paintings and prints from local artists really made the ambiance. There was a small section by the register that displayed various knick knacks made in the community that were for sale, though Katsuki hated dealing with those purchases since there was a lot of paperwork involved to make sure that the right artist got their money. The real money maker of the cafe laid in the pastry case, though. Sato’s confections were famous throughout Akihabara; many locals supported the young business man who had a heart of gold and sweets to match. And Sato wasn’t a bad guy to work for. Quite the opposite, in fact; he paid his employees well and was very flexible with their schedules since most of them attended University of Akihabara, which is how Katsuki got roped into the evening shift. Not that he was complaining about that—it was generally a quiet time and he didn’t have to deal with as many stupid customers. Overall, it wasn’t a bad gig. 

Katsuki had just finished breaking down the decaf espresso machine (good riddance—it was an abomination to mankind) when the bell at the front door jingled, announcing the arrival of a new customer. He took a deep breath to prepare himself for this onslaught of stupidity. The last patron had argued with him until they were both red in the face about the cafe having diet whipped cream, even though he assured him that the cafenever had any to begin with. Eventually, he was able to convince him that the drink was perfectly delicious without a topping, and sent him on his merry way, all the while wishing he could punt kick that pint-sized asshole across the room. 

He exhaled and made his way to the register, finally looking up and blinking in surprise as he took in the appearance of the customer waiting on him. This guy looked ridiculous—his obnoxiously bright red hair was spiked up and Katsuki was sure that this guy was trying to emulate either a hedgehog or a porcupine. His choice of clothing, or lack thereof, was as disastrous as his hair. His chest was fully exposed and the only sort of covering his upper half had was some sort of weird cropped red and black jacket. Black pants tucked themselves into hideous muddy-red boots, but what really took the cake was not the weird open-mouth face mask that he wore; instead, it was the piss-poor attempt at red chaps that were held together by a gaudy-looking R-shaped belt buckle. He looked like he walked right off the page of some sort of shitty manga that he was sure Deku would read. It wasn’t like they didn’t get cosplayers in the cafe, because they did all the time, but this was surely the most bizarre one he had seen. The guy smiled at him, and Katsuki had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid, over-friendly cosplayers. 

“Welcome to Sugar Rush. What do you want?” he asked gruffly, ignoring the softly chastising “Kacchan” coming from the kitchen. He couldn’t help it—he had had his fill of idiots for the day and his feet were fucking sore.

“Uhh,” the redhead eloquently replied, craning his neck to look at the menu. Clearly this guy was more brawn than brains, in Katsuki’s most humble opinion. Miraculously, he kept himself from tapping his fingers against the countertop in annoyance while the other scanned over the hand-written list of drinks, his eyes finally lighting up in delight as he settled on one. 

“I would like one of the caramel mocha frappuccinos please!” he said with a smile and Katsuki noted that the guy even had put in false teeth; the ones grinning back at him were sharp and dangerous looking. 

“Size?”

“Um, large?” he replied, though to Katsuki, it seemed like he was uncertain. 

“Is this for here or to go?” Katsuki was praying that the guy said to go because if he had to wipe down the lobby one more time before they closed, he was sure he was going to lose his mind. 

“To go, unfortunately,” the cosplayer laughed, handing his card over as Katsuki gave him the total. “Oh yeah, don’t you need to ask my name?” he asked, putting the card away along with his receipt. 

“Nah, I’ve got it. Just go to the end of the counter,” he replied, scribbling on the cup then turning to get the ingredients, effectively cutting off any conversation. He swore he heard the cosplayer mutter something that sounded suspiciously like “of course you do” under his breath, but Katsuki refused to ask. As he stood up, milk in hand, he was met with disapproving green eyes peering at him from over the kitchen window. 

“Not a word, Deku. And I swear to god, if you come out here, I’ll kill you,” he threatened while measuring out the milk. Izuku sighed, shaking his head and disappeared from Katsuki’s line of sight, which he much preferred right now. He poured the milk in the blender, added the pumps of mocha and caramel syrup, and tossed the ice in before popping the top on the machine and turning it on. Katsuki caught himself checking out the cosplayer out of the corner of his eye while he waited for the drink to be blended perfectly. The guy was sort of cute, he mused. Kind of in that endearing puppy dog sort of way as he hummed along to the shitty pop music that was playing on the speakers while he scrolled his phone. It was ridiculous, however, that he would even be thinking about how attractive the guy was—he was sure that he would never see him again. That, and he was nothing more than a customer; Katsuki had no business daydreaming about how nice it would be to feel those arms wrap around him, crushing him to that stupidly beautiful chest that was on display for all to see. Nope, not at all. It was hopeless. Just a fleeting crush that would never come to fruition. 

A crash from the kitchen followed by an exclamation of “oh holy shit” snapped him out of his delusional thoughts, and he huffed out an angry sigh. Leave it to Deku to break something once again. He emptied the contents of the blender into the to-go cup, adding a swirl of whipped cream to the top before securing the lid to the cup with a soft pop. He felt a smirk start pulling at his lips as he turned around. 

“Large caramel mocha frappuccino for a ‘Shitty Hair,’” he called out, causing the cosplayer to look up from his screen, blinking in bewilderment as he looked between Katsuki and the drink that was on the counter. The reaction was priceless, if Katsuki could admit that to himself, and it was totally worth the look on the cosplayer’s face and the shrill “Kacchan” yelled at him. What Katsuki wasn’t expecting, however, was the cosplayer to start laughing, a deep rumbling sound that sent shivers running through him. God, why was this guy’s laugh even attractive? It wasn’t fair.

“Oh shit, that was great!” the cosplayer replied once he was finally able to catch his breath, wiping tears out of his eyes while reaching for the cup. “I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. Have a great day, man!” he exclaimed, placing some coins on the counter as a tip before grabbing a straw and leaving the cafe. Katsuki was baffled at the guy’s reaction—most people didn’t thank him for insulting them. He shook his head, pocketing the yen, and turned to see a heaving Izuku with his hands on his knees like he had just ran a marathon frantically looking between him and the now closing door. 

“Kacchan! You can’t call people names like that! Do you even know who that was?” he cried. 

“Uh, just some shitty cosplayer, duh?” Katsuki rolled his eyes at Izuku’s theatrics, grabbing the blender and heading to the sink to rinse it out. 

“A cosplayer?? No! That was Kirishima Eijirou, Kacchan!” Izuku replied and Katsuki dropped the blender in the sink, whipping around to face him. 

“Kirishima Eijirou, as in the fucking actor?” Katsuki could feel a ball of dread curling up in his stomach. He was hoping that Deku was wrong, but that nerd knew celebrities like the back of his hand. The exasperated look he got in return was more than enough to confirm his worst fears. 

“Yes that Kirishima Eijirou, Kacchan. Oh my god, I can’t believe you called him Shitty Hair. What were you thinking?” he asked, pulling at his hair.  

“In my defense, I thought he was just some shitty cosplayer! What the hell was that get up, anyway? God, it was awful.”  

“Oh my god, you’re kidding me, right? He’s currently filming for the live-screen adaptation of the Red Riot comics. This has been a highly anticipated movie from director Toyomitsu Taishiro that’s been in the works for the past four years. All Might productions picked it up and they finally just got the casting settled last year and were able to move forward with the filming process. And, he’s the main character. Oh my god, my best friend just called the actor for one of my favorite comic book heroes Shitty Hair. Oh my god, what if he gets the cafe shut down? What will we do about rent money? I’m sure mom could help me out, but still…” he trailed and Katsuki had to take a deep breath. 

“Calm down, you dork. I highly doubt he’s going to get the cafe shut down. Hell, he seemed to have a good laugh over what I said. Besides, if he was upset with anyone, it would be me, not you. So don’t overwork your brain over there with things that won’t happen.” 

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Izuku exhaled, visibly calming. “I still can’t believe you did that, though.”

“Are you ever going to shut up about it?” Katsuki groaned, going back to cleaning the blender out. 

“Only when you decide to stop holding you being a barista over my head because of the Nighteye incident,” he laughed, walking out to the lobby to lock the door and turn the ‘open’ sign over to ‘closed.’ 

“Fair enough. Now, let’s get this shit done quick. My bed is calling my name.” They continued with their closing procedures, and as Katsuki was counting down the drawer for the night, his thoughts were haunting him. He just happened to have the shittiest luck, he determined. Not only was he crushing on a customer, but the customer was an actor. An actor who he happened to insult. Holy fuck. Great job, Katsuki. Way to fucking go. As they finished closing and were leaving the shop, he decided that it didn’t matter. This would just live to be an embarrassing tale that he would make sure he and Deku took to their graves. It’s not like he would ever see the guy again, after all.

[cersworld]

scene twenty three

cast: idol!sunghoon x reader ft. enhypen, txt, stray kids, etc.

what happens when your crush and ‘friend’ start dating on what was supposed to be a good day? you go for a long walk and come home with a bag full of empty wrappers and a new found friendship with a random guy you found crying in a park at half past one in the morning, on a weekday, in the middle of winter. what could possibly go wrong? nothing. (read: everything)

warning(s): a lot of swearing, mentions of bad mental health and mental health conditions, mentions of injuries, mentions of food, toxic friend(s), etc

“thank you, thank you, thank you.” he repeated, voice muffled as his masked face dug into your neck. you patted his back before squeezing him back, standing there for a few moments before you both let go of each other, smiling.

"well hello to you too." you said, looking over his outfit before grinning even wider, "damn, nice suit."

he smiled back, not that you could see it, as he jokingly posed, "yeah, i've heard i look good in suits."

you burst into laughter as he continued to pose, said poses getting weirder the longer he kept going, "i'm sure you have."

then it was his turn to look you over and he couldn't help but frown, "i thought you told me to dress up." he pouted.

"i did." you confirmed furrowing your brows in confusion.

"but then why aren't you dressed up?" he asks softly.

"i am-" you stop when you look down, realising that you didn't take off your hooded coat, "oh wait a sec." you say before turning around and unbuttoning the coat before letting it fall and turning towards him again with a big smile, your hands raised as you said, "tada!"

he froze as he watched you spin around to look at him with a big smile on your face. he stared as your hair fell over your shoulders and your dress hugged your figure.

his mind went blank as he pulled you in by the waist until you were chest to chest and your arms made their way around his neck. "damn girl. you sure you wanna settle for me?"

you brushed your fingers through the soft strands of his hair, smiling softly as you moved some of it out of his eyes and away from his forehead. you wiggled your eyebrows at him, “are you sure you wanna settle for me?”

he grinned as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. "wow, you have really nice hair." you laughed softly, "what shampoo do you use? or is it your conditioner?"

"i don't know, i just use whatever i see."

you scoff, rolling your eyes, mumbling a soft, "of course you do." before looking him in the eyes again, “anyway, happy birthday, shawty!”

he quirked a brow at you, mouth stretching into a crooked but genuinely happy smile, “thanks? what’s the guitar for though?”

your eyes gleam at the question and the look in your eyes makes him want to ask you to marry him already. fucks sake hoon, you’re not even dating yet, he slaps himself internally.

"well first of all," you motion for him to sit down as you pick up the guitar and strum a random chord before yelling in english, "i love you, bitch!" making him jolt away in shock before you strum another chord, yelling again, "and i ain't ever gon' stop lovin' you….bitch!"

jake can't help but let out a snort as jay covers his mouth and turns away, blinking rapidly to stop himself from laughing.

you look over at sunghoon’s concerned face, raising an eyebrow, "what?” you ask before your eyes widen and your hand moves to cover your mouth in fake shock, “don't tell me you don’t get the reference."

"okay, i won't."

your hand moves down from your mouth to your chest as you scoff, "damn man, that's sad but anyway~ now i'll play the actual song."

he smiled at her softly before shuffling closer to her, "okay."

you fumbled with your pick, nervously clearing your throat, you opened your mouth but nothing came out. nope, can’t do it, time for plan b, you sighed to yourself before choosing to sing be alright by dean lewis instead.

"damn, so she can sing, sing." mumbled sunoo.

jungwon bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows in thought, “i swear i’ve heard her voice before.” he mumbled to himself as the boys watched on, not hearing him.

there were a few beats of silence as you stared into each other’s eyes before he cracked a smile and spoke. “you did not just sing me a sad song on my birthday.”

you groaned, “i’m sorry, okay?” dropping your guitar and laying back on the blanket, or at least trying to before hitting your head on the picnic basket and curling into a ball, “ow, fuck. i tried to write you a love song but i couldn’t stop cringing, sorry.”

he laughed, moving forward to rub your head as you continued to mutter and groan to yourself. “it’s okay, you did great. i almost cried, lol.”

your head snaps to him, offended, “you did not just say ‘lol’ out loud.”

he quirked an eyebrow, grinning, “oh, but i did. and so did you, just then.”

“oh my god, you’re so annoying.” you said exasperatedly, sitting up and brushing your hair out of your face. you knew that he knew that wasn’t what you wanted to sing and you were glad he’d decided not to comment on it.

“now, let’s eat!” you grinned before pulling food out of your picnic basket.

the door creaked softly behind sunghoon as he opened it to step inside the dorm. everything was silent as he slipped off his shoes and hung up his tuxedo coat. he let out a sigh as he loosened his tie and let it fall in his hand before making his way to the kitchen.

he hummed to himself softly, already coming up with ideas for the next time you guys met up before instantly freezing where he was as the room lit up and he made eye contact with his group members. oh no, he thought as he stared back at them with widened eyes.

there were a few beats of silence before heeseung leaned forward and spoke up with a raised brow, “so….mind telling us where you’ve been?”

sunghoon cleared his throat, not that it mattered because his voice still cracked awkwardly as he spoke, “uh, i can explain?”

jay scoffed, also leaning forward, “okay, go ahead then.”

“um...well you see...” sunghoon began before his eyes landed on the bedroom door and he decided to make a run for it. the boys tried to go after him, only to end up stumbling and tripping over as they bumped into the table and chairs.

sunghoon slammed the door closed just as jake got to it, causing the older to bang on the wood as he yelled, "who were you with ya fucka?!"

"the love of my life!"

well damn.

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[lavishedinjimin]

corruption w dom jimin and he’s just so condescending and mocking the reader :[

Btw ur writing is amazing ty ily

I love how you put the ' :[ ' right after lmao what a mood. tysm and ilyt anon ♥

I apologize in advance if this isn't condescending/mocking enough! But nevertheless, I hope this will still make yall feel da tingles.

~

Jimin was part of an underground Kendo team, has a black belt in it, and loves to drive people nuts with his intense skills and passion for martial arts. He was a man of determination and focus, for when he gets in the zone of things, he tends to cut everything off. That's how he won so many championships.

But the day that you discovered their secret little hideout, things have changed for Jimin.

He keeps being distracted by your beauty, not after so many years of just pure training and dedicating his time to Kendo. You were so different than him; an incredibly sweet, kind, and innocent lady that seemed so lost after accidentally stumbling into the hideout. And he always looks intimidating and had a resting bitch face, his eyes seeming so frightening whenever they land on someone else's.

Although, that's beside the point. Because of your adorable aspects, Jimin knew that he had to get you.

Fast forward to a couple months, you and Jimin were the best of friends. He was an easy man to hang out with, and all experiences with him were never dull. He knows how to please you, and he puts you first before any other.

But what you did not know, though, is that he has a hidden side to his persona.

Today, you and Jimin were the only ones in the gym. You were analyzing the display of swords on the other side, and you can see on the giant mirror wall that Jimin was approaching you.

"You look really pretty," he murmurs, glancing at you through the mirror, eyeing your body up and down. "Why did you dress up today?"

You still weren't used to his sometimes straightforward nature. Your cheeks heat up, attempting to answer without fumbling over your words, "I'm only wearing a blouse and a skirt, Jimin. What are you on about?"

"Nothing," he smirks, going up behind you. He takes your breath away when he suddenly gives you a firm back hug. "I like your skirt."

"Oh?"

"Yup. It's a little..." his face contorts into a somewhat disagreeing expression, "it's a little bit short though. You really decided to walk around wearing those?"

"Jimin!" you hold his hands that were clasped together in front of you. "that's mean."

Jimin holds back a chuckle. The tone in his voice changes, and a more sexy and sultry aura radiates out of him, "Mean? That's already mean for you?" Jimin pauses and scoffs, "you still have a lot to learn about me, then."

Your hair swooshes when he flips your body around to look at him. He locks his eyes on your lips, down your body, then back to your shimmering eyes.

"I'm just saying the truth, Y/n. Was it your intention to wear such a short skirt so that I can practically see your ass cheeks, huh?"

"Jimin—!" you squeal, covering your embarrassment but he doesn't stop teasing you.

"Was it your intention to turn me on, baby girl?"

You were dead silent after that, feeling your heart rate quicken as his hands slowly caress your back, down to your clothed butt. "Awh," he chuckles, "look at you. I barely talked dirty and you're already a blushing mess."

Jimin raises the flimsy cloth of your skirt up to immediately squeeze your bare butt. You whimper from his action. "I can see your nipples growing hard through that blouse, Y/n. You're enjoying this aren't you?"

"Yeah," you meekly respond, your eyes prying away from his strong gaze.

He towers over you until your back hits the nearest wall, corning yourself. Jimin now has full control over you, and the thought of making you submit to him feeds onto his primitive desires.

"You're scared? Don't be scared, baby," Jimin fake pouts, "look at you, biting your lip. You don't know how much you drive me mad just by looking at me like that with those innocent eyes."

"Please," you whisper to him, "Jimin, I-I feel something."

He puts his hand on your hips, his knee slowly making its way in between your legs. "What do you feel, huh? Is it your pussy aching for friction? Do you want this?" He rubs your core through the layers of clothes, making you mewl in desperation. You nod your head yes.

"Oh yeah? My pretty little girl wants something to rub her needy pussy? Aww, baby," he muses, "Look at you, who would've thought that an innocent baby girl like you would do this for someone she'd barely known for a year? Are you the type to fuck and run, Y/n? Huh?"

You don't even know what that means!

Jimin reaches down to feel how wet you are through your panties, and he laughs at the results. "Oh my god," his fingers graze up and down your slit, making your legs buck and feel your knees slowly giving up. "I've barely touched you and you're so wet. You a virgin, baby girl? This cunt hasn't felt any pleasure in so long from how soaked you are, huh?"

Feeling a new sense of desperation, you try to grind against his hand, wanting more, but this only resulted in him slapping your cunt. You jump from the sudden impact, whimpering out loud like a puppy.

"Bad girl," he mutters, "Oh, baby girl. If you're mine I would've trained and taught you how to be such an obedient little pet. Not a dirty, rash little girl." Jimin clicks his tongue after you hang your head down in shame, "No. Look at me. Damn, you're so fucking shy. You can do better than that, right? You can act like a fucking adult and take what I give you?"

Jimin's hand sneaks up your blouse to grab your boob, your hard nipples brushing against his palm as you release another moan. "Shit, even a simple touch can make you wild."

Without anticipating it, he steals a kiss directly on the tip of your nose. "You are so freaking cute," he says right after, "so cute that I wanna destroy your pussy and taint your fucking soft attitude until my cock is the only thing you want in your life."

~

kinda lost control with this drabble's backstory lmao it's like a whole plot to a fanfic.................

[writtenjewels]

Stripper part 6

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Jason was only half paying attention to the movie. His thoughts were on what he hoped was going to happen later tonight. It excited him just thinking about it. When the movie was over, Salim took his hand and together they headed out of the theater.

“Did you like it?” Salim asked him.

“It was all right,” Jason responded vaguely. He did feel a little bad about not really watching the thing since he put his own money into the tickets, but it would all be worth it. “It's still kinda early,” he mentioned as casually as he could manage. “You wanna come back to my place for some coffee?”

“That sounds nice,” Salim agreed, and Jason's heart fluttered. His plan was working!

They got to Jason's apartment and he set about making their coffee. He brewed it decaf since he was already feeling a little jittery. They settled down to chat, Salim launching into a story about his son. It was cute how much he loved his kid: his face glowed with pride just from talking about Zain. Right now Zain was studying in London so Salim could only chat with him over a shoddy Skype connection.

“Kid sounds pretty smart,” Jason remarked. “I'm only tacklin' one class at a time.”

“Oh?” That got Salim's interest. “I didn't realize you were taking any classes.”

“Yeah. It's what I use my paycheck for. Tuition's a bitch.” He could sense Salim's unspoken question and pressed his lips together. This wasn't the sort of topic that would set the mood. “That reminds me,” Jason spoke up. “I'm workin' on this new character for my show.”

“But I like the Luscious Lieutenant,” Salim protested with a playful pout.

“You'll like this too,” Jason promised him. He slid off the couch and hurried into his room where the outfit was laid out. It took a lot of fumbling around and nearly falling on his ass in his hurry to get it on but soon he was ready. Why the hell was he so nervous? He'd done this a thousand times in front of countless audiences. Hell, Jason planned this whole thing hoping he would spark something in Salim.

And maybe that was the difference: his intention. Before it was all an act, he was putting on a show. This time it was for real. Jason took a breath and stepped out of the room.

Salim's eyes slid toward him and fixed there. Jason trembled, feeling the heat of that gaze from all away across the room. His new costume was a pair of tight chaps with the crotch exposed to show off his G-string, held up by suspenders. Over the suspenders was a leather vest and nothing else. Normally he would rub some glitter or oil on his exposed skin but he was too eager for that tonight. Jason had made sure the boots were comfortable to walk around in and took his time in crossing the room. He threw Salim a smirk and pushed the brim of his ten-gallon hat up off his forehead.

“Howdy, partner.”

“That, um...” Salim cleared his throat. “That's a good costume. What's, ah, what's your stage name?”

“I donno, that's usually Rachel's job. Maybe somethin' like Rhinestone Cowboy.” Salim raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding the reference. “Damn, Salim, I gotta get you to listen to some music,” Jason teased, chuckling. “Here, let me start you off.” He walked over to his music player and turned it on. Of course he already had it set and the music pumping out was exactly the kind he needed for his dance.

This would be a lot better if there was a pole for him to work with. Jason did his best without, dipping and curling his body in time with the beats. It didn't take long for the burning intensity to return to Salim's gaze. It made Jason's breath catch. He recognized that look as the same one Salim gave the night they met. A look that heated Jason's whole body and made him tremble. He wiggled his hips enticingly, silently tempting Salim to break.

“Jason,” Salim breathed out. His voice had gone thick and husky and Jason smirked. He was doing his job well. He grasped onto his pants and tugged them free, tossing them aside. The suspenders were clasped to his G-string and Jason made sure Salim noticed by running his fingers from his shoulder down to his crotch. Salim's breathing was getting heavy, his eyes two dark pools.

“Salim,” Jason called, wetting his lips. “That rule about looking but not touching? It only applies to work.” Salim's eyes flicked up to Jason's face, his expression dazed.

And then his hands shot out, grabbing Jason by the hips and tugging him forward so hard he nearly fell on top of Salim. He barely managed to catch himself in time. His lips clumsily landed on Salim's mouth and it took them a few tries to get their lips in the right spot. Salim's fingers pushed through Jason's hair, tugging hard before raking down his spine. Yes. Yes, yes, yes! Jason arched to follow the touch, panting against Salim's lips.

“I think,” Salim huffed, “you should keep the Luscious Lieutenant.”

“Really?” Jason parted his legs and settled on Salim's lap. “You don't like the Rhinestone Cowboy?”

“I do.” Salim gripped the vest and pulled it off Jason's shoulders. Jason stiffened a little. He never had someone else remove his clothes before. He took a breath and rolled his shoulders, leaning back a little like he would if he were the one taking it off. “This look suits you,” Salim commented. “But I want to keep it just for me.”

“It is for you,” Jason assured him. He rolled forward again and cupped Salim's face in his hands. “Only for you,” Jason emphasized. They kissed slowly, tongues exploring as Jason squeezed his thighs around Salim's hips. He could feel Salim's cock through the material of his pants. Jason moaned and rocked his hips onto Salim's crotch.

He slowed his rocking into a gentle grind, lifting a little and dipping down again. He gave many lap dances before but none like this, none that were so deliberate.

“This cowboy,” Salim mused, gripping onto Jason's hips and shifting him slightly so Jason's next gyrate had him grinding even more down on Salim's crotch. Jason whimpered at the growing press of Salim's bulge. “You did this... just to seduce me.”

“You're goddamn right. Want you to fuck me so bad.” Jason rolled his hips again for emphasis. He squeezed Salim's hips with his thighs and gave him a quick peck on the mouth. “Please, Salim.” He pushed his fingers into Salim's hair and shivered feeling those hands on him. “Please fuck me.”

“Get off my lap, Jason.” Jason froze; the words knocked the air out of his lungs. He pulled back, trying not to look too hurt. Salim's gaze was still smoldering, his expression hungry as he caressed Jason's cheek. “I want to strip for you.”

Oh. Jason smiled shyly and slid off Salim's lap, settling on the couch as Salim rose to his feet. He started with the buttons on his shirt, working them off one at a time until his chest was exposed. He was built a little on the heavy side with dark chest hair. Salim's eyes met Jason's and Jason ran his tongue slowly over his lips. Salim smiled, face turning red, and rolled his body the way Jason had when his vest was removed.

“Nice move,” Jason praised. “What's your stage name?”

“I don't know.” Salim circled the waistband of his pants, spreading his legs slightly apart and raking his hands up to his crotch. Another move he must have picked up from watching Jason. “Maybe I should call myself 'Salim the Stallion' so my cowboy will want to ride me.”

“Um,” Jason gulped. His eyes were fixed on the button of those pants. Salim's thumb pushed under it, sliding out with deliberate slowness. He opened the fly and inched the pants down his legs. Holy shit, he was good. And he wasn't done when he kicked off his pants. His hands went to his underwear next. “Um,” Jason squeaked again. “You gotta leave some on.”

“Why?”

“ 'Cause.” Jason cleared his throat. “I wanna take that off you.” A slow smile spread over Salim's lips. He moved his hands away and waited with raised eyebrows. Jason reached out and slid his fingers under the waistband, struggling to breathe as he slid them down. Salim's erection sprang free and it took all of Jason's willpower to ignore it and focus on moving the underwear off his boyfriend's body.

His own erection was straining hard against his G-string. At last the underwear was off. Jason was shaking and hand to grip onto Salim's meaty thighs to help pull him back on his feet. Caressing up, he got a handful of the man's plump ass and squeezed. Salim was so insanely gorgeous it didn't seem real that he somehow remained single long enough to come across Jason's path.

“Salim,” he began, voice trembling. “That first night, you looked like you wanted to grab me off the stage and have your way with me right then.”

“You were alluring,” Salim recalled. His thumb brushed one clasp of Jason's suspenders, gliding along the band of his G-string to the other. “I have always found men attractive but that night, watching you...” His thumb glided up the suspender to pause at Jason's shoulder. “The 'horny' part of me was wide awake. You're right, habibi, I wanted my way with you.” Salim's thumb pushed the suspender off Jason's shoulder and he shivered, staring at the man with parted lips. “The way you danced,” Salim went on, his thumb now caressing up the other suspender, “made it seem like you wanted that, too.”

“Yep,” Jason breathed out. “I was fuckin' horny as hell, too, seein' the way you looked at me. Wanted you to fuckin' ravish me right then and there.” He shivered again as the other strap was pushed off his shoulder. “Will you fuckin' hurry up and take my damn G-string off so I can ride you?!” Salim chuckled and soothed him with a kiss.

“Lube, Jason,” Salim reminded him. “You are precious to me and I want you to enjoy every part of this.” Jason's face turned red in a blush. Even with his cock jutting out in a full hard-on, Salim managed to pull romantic sweet-nothings out of his ass. Jason couldn't return the favor but he had years of experience learning to express himself with his body.

He gripped onto one of the dangling suspenders, twirling it around and wiggling his hips as he headed into the bedroom. Jason didn't need to check over his shoulder to know Salim was following him. The lube was right there on the bedside table.

“Just like a soldier to always be prepared,” Salim teased. His hands circled Jason's waist and finally pulled down the G-string. There was a slight tremor of nerves being so exposed but that was gone the moment their eyes locked. They reached for each other at the same time, lips crashing together, panting hard as hands grasped onto flesh and tugged to bring their bodies closer.

They tumbled onto the bed with Jason landing on top. He could feel Salim blindly groping around and reached out to help him find the lube. Jason helped himself to some and wrapped his hand around Salim's cock, slicking it up with desperate jerks of his hand. Salim's fingers were equally rushed, barely giving Jason time to adjust to one finger before a second was pushed in.

“Fuck, Salim, fuckin' hurry,” he whined. “Wanna cum with you inside me.”

“I'm trying,” Salim grunted back. Three fingers were in now pumping themselves in a quick rhythm. “Ah, are you ready, habibi?”

“Been fuckin' ready forever.” He probably could've used more prep but he was too damn eager. He grasped the base with one hand and spread his legs wide to take the head in. Jason sucked in a sharp breath feeling it stretch him wide. “Holy shit, you're huge,” he gasped. “You really are a fuckin' stallion.”

“Ride 'em, cowboy,” Salim joked, patting his thigh gently. Jason's heart swelled up with affection. Incredible that he could get such tender feelings for the same man he wanted to drill him into the ground. Jason eased his way down slowly, taking Salim inch by inch, mesmerized by the adoring glow in the man's eyes.

If Salim had ravished him that first night, the sex would've been great. But it wouldn't have felt like this: this deep connection that was heart as well as body. He rose up on his heels and sank back down again, bouncing slowly. Salim's hands slid over his thighs, up his abs and around his back. He left the music player on in the other room and he could still faintly make out the music. Jason moved in time with it, bouncing and rolling his his and arching back only to roll forward again. The pace built up faster, harder, Jason grunting as he tried urging Salim in deeper.

Salim started babbling in Arabic. Jason didn't understand a word of it behind his own name. He placed his hands on either side of his lover to push up, Salim's hands gripping onto his hips tight as the pace picked up again. Their harsh breathing and moans mixed with the smack of skin on skin. This was a dance Jason never performed before. He closed his eyes and lost himself to the feel of Salim's cock sliding in and out, the unfamiliar words flowing from his lover's mouth, the rhythm of their dance.

White burst behind Jason's eyelids and he cried out, throwing his whole body back. The death grip of his thighs and Salim's hands on him were all that kept him upright. Those hands gripped him even tighter and he felt Salim begin to move them around. Jason opened his eyes to see Salim shift their positioning. He was sitting up now and Jason moved to adjust, wrapping his legs around the man.

“Next time,” Salim huffed out, “I want to take off all your clothes.”

“Yes,” Jason agreed, shuddering as he felt Salim jerk him down and hit that sweet spot again. He did it again and again until Jason's orgasm shot hot between their bodies. Jason desperately rolled his hips and squeezed his thighs hard to coax out Salim's orgasm. He felt it rush between his thighs and let his head drop, shuddering in his lover's arms.

He never wanted to dance like this for anyone else. His audience could have the Luscious Lieutenant. Only Salim would ever have Jason.

[adonis-koo]

Star Struck

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↳ Summary: You’re a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut,

Word Count: 12k

Tags: before anyone asks, yes tentacles are involved because I’m a proud monster fucker, jungkook has separation anxiety from Mc :(, he’s immediately whipped, and he can’t speak any human language at first oops, he like,,,tries it for a second before MC goes 🏃‍♀️ this is unedited and for that im sorry bc yikes

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In many cases, you could recall how you got into situations. For instance, when you were late to your mid morning lecture, you had zero excuses- not that the professor cared at all when you walked in with a bag of mcdonalds and a venti latte from starbucks. But the principle of the situation remained the same, you knew your actions would cause you to be late. You understood the consequences of your actions. 

The same could not be said for when you took in the curious male who didn’t understand a word you said.

“What do you mean you just- picked him up off the side of a fucking ditch!” Jimin flailed his hands as you twisted around to face you, the male was examining his hands as if he had never seen them before, not paying either of you any mind. 

You held up your hands as you replied, “I did!” You shouted back, immediately gaining the males attention as his eyes flashed between you and Jimin, “He was just…! Laying there! I don’t fucking know! What was I supposed to do? Leave him, look he’s hurt.” You pointed out the obvious wounds he sported. 

“...He’s bleeding black goo Y/n! Have you never seen a horror movie before oh my god!” Jimin grabbed his head as his voice became dramatic and peril, “You’re practically number one on his kill list! He’s probably here to abduct us and- and butt probe us or some shit!” 

You raised your brows defensively as you crossed your arms, “Look at him!” You pointed a finger at the male making him flinch a little, leaning a little away from you where he sat as his expression shifted, looking as if he was a kicked puppy at your tone, “Does that look like a butt probing alien to you shit face?” 

“Maybe!” Jimin snapped back, “He ain’t human that’s for fucking sure! Just…!” Jimin flailed his hands, “Just look at him!” 

You groaned as you rubbed your face, you knew it looked bad! You hadn’t meant to stumble across a body when you went out for your morning walk which you had been trying to do in an effort to be more mindful and healthy, but it seemed to only lead you to stressing the fuck out. 

You turned to look at the male, he looked anything but alien, well- for the most part. His eyes looked up at you almost glossy like, they were big and doe like, his lips plush and his hair dusted his eyes yet almost looked like a raven blue. 

He looked human, mostly. The part that threw you off was, for one the black goo that trickled down his skin- maybe if you were a photography major you’d scream how aesthetic it was and just take a picture before leaving him to die, but unfortunately this wasn’t the case and here you were. 

The other part of him was, well....the bits that glowed. You would’ve honestly mistook him for a horrible Avatar cosplayer that had a little too much last night had it not been for the black goo, the strip of glow emitted from his body all the way from his hands up his arms, and you assumed back to his shoulders as well. 

Most might have considered it tattoo’s and maybe you could pass it off as such if it weren’t for the constant soft hue purple, it shifted between blue occasionally but remained purple for most of the duration you had spent with him. 

“What the hell are you even gonna tell Seokjin!” Jimin grabbed his head as he began to pace, “He totally won’t let this- this thing stay with us!” 

You glared as you stomped over to the male who straightened a little, the marks on his skin suddenly tinging red as you turned to face Jimin, “Seokjin can shut the fuck up! And so can you! For all we know he’s just into special effects and can’t speak English you xenophobic fuck!” 

“I’m Korean you whore!” Jimin dramatically shouted as he walked across the apartment, for what reason? You weren’t sure other than to make a point and raise his voice, “I know Asian when I see it and that’s not it! I’m headed for class and when I get back he better be back in his fucking UFO.” 

You rolled your eyes as you kneeled down to look at the male, the marks had flared back to it’s constant state of purple once more as he blinked, “I’m sorry about him,” You apologized sheepishly, “He ah...he’s an asshole,” The male only tilted his head a little, “I’m...Y/n.” You felt a bit dumb talking to him. 

You didn’t want to assume he couldn’t understand you but...well...He just seemed so, curious, innocent even. His eyes peered around at his surroundings as if he had never seen them before. Not as if he hadn’t been in your home but, as if he had never sat on a bed, his body would bounce a little as if testing the springs only to find out they’d bounce and his eyes would light up. 

He had been playing with the light switch on the wall of the apartment when you first got home, he didn’t seem to understand you necessarily but he responded well to the tone of voice because when you told him to stop he seemed to understand. 

He had tried to speak a few times, but...Well, Jimin may have had a point, it didn’t sound like any Asian dialect, at all. It didn’t even sound like any language you had even heard of...Even if he looked like some sort of Asian ethnicity, which you supposed was the strangest part about this. He looked human, but he didn’t sound human. 

He spoke in a sort of throaty tongue that seemed frantic at first, but he must have quickly realized you couldn’t understand him and had opted to mute ever since, “What’s your name?” You asked, only to sigh in response as he blinked unsuspecting of whatever you had said. 

Sitting down in front of him you sighed, “Okay nevermind, we’ll figure out a name to give you meanwhile- hmmm, let’s get those fixed up yeah?” You stood up, noticing he wasn’t doing the same, leaning down you went to grab his hand. 

The marks on his arms suddenly lit in a deep maroon red as he jumped back making you screech- whatever thought of you assuming he was human went out the window at the sudden burst of...of....tentacles pushing out of his back and pulling in front of him like some sort of shield. 

“Woah! Woah holy shit, oh my god!” You flailed at the sight of his narrowed eyes and his defensive stance as you held out your hands in sign of peace, “I’m not going to hurt you! I- I just want to fix your wounds okay!” You fumbled out the words, “I’m your friend, yeah?” 

His eyes squinted a little further as he glanced between your hands and your hand, tentacles like you had seen- no you weren’t gonna go there- they looked almost- No. You weren’t gonna say it, you weren’t even gonna think it. They were almost glass like, but looked as soft as silk, probably deadly and something you shouldn’t touch. 

They restricted a little and much to your surprise he parted his lips as he slowly spoke, “...Friend…” As if testing the word on his lips. You raised your brows in surprise, if this man was an alien then...he was a really quick learner. 

You nodded rapidly as you spoke,” Yes! Yes! I’m a friend! Friend’s don’t hurt each other. Just...let me…” You slowly approached him, trying not to watch the four tentacles that emerged from his back keep your attention away from his face, the markings on his arms glowed a dimmer red, as if his initial reaction calmed down, slowly it melted back into a soft purple hue as his eyes carefully watched you grab his hand as you repeated, “Friend.” You gave it a little squeeze, his brows furrowing as he looked at his much larger hand encasing yours, to your face before back to your hand which held his. 

“Friend.” He echoed back tilting his head a little before his eyes suddenly lit up in understanding, nodding frantically he replied, “Friend!” His expression of anger was like the night to the day of his smile, which was bright and almost childlike, as if he suddenly realized what the term friend meant, “Friend!” He squeezed your hand back causing you to squeak at the immense strength he had, the symbol that curved on his hand suddenly shifted to a dark grey as his eyes quickly became worried.

“Friend?” His voice gentler this time as he stood up, practically towering over you as he peered down as if you were a little puppy, concerned he had hurt you. 

“I’m okay!” You nodded, feeling your voice a pitch higher and your face felt hot despite knowing full and damn well you were not going to fuck this alien, yet you had definitely watched too much hentai in your life to at least not let the thought cross your mind once. He was good looking, by human definition anyways, “Lets um...let’s just get you into the living room.” 

Curiously he followed you before you had him sit on the couch, he gave a little bounce to the cushion as his brows furrowed before his lower lip jutted into a pout- obviously realizing this surface wasn’t bouncy….How could an alien be in your house, who nearly killed you with the tentacles from his back….look like this...

You briefly wondered this question as you frowned, grabbing the first aid kit before sitting back down beside him, his marks suddenly glowing purple as his eyes curiously watched you pull out a rubbing alcohol wipe, you paused as you looked at his big doe eyes that looked at you so innocently...If he reacted violently to his hand being held you knew damn well this was going to be a bitch to convince him you weren’t trying to kill him…

“Look…” Your voice drew his eyes to yours as he focused on your words, “This is gonna...hurt...a lot okay…?” You offered a semi awkward half smile, gesturing to your own bicep where it was bleeding on him before gesturing to him, “Pain…” You nodded a little, making him nod, his eyes darting to his own before back to you but you could tell by the look in his eyes he had no idea what you meant.

“Pain.” You pinched his skin making him jolt, his eyes darting between your small fingers and you as he frowned, marks mixing with purple and red, “Pain…?” He mumbled, rubbing a hand on his head, suddenly he began speaking in his tongue, his voice deeper and throater then when he repeated anything in english. 

Maybe talking to himself, he wasn’t looking at you as he sighed, “Pain.” He spoke more firmly as he looked at you, seemingly a little lost, you held up the wipe as you gave a defeated smile, “Pain.” You nodded, knowing he would definitely understand what the word meant once you got this over with. 

To say he reacted violently, was a very poor understatement. 

His marks were lit up a bright red and his tentacles had emerged from his back once and he practically flew to the other end of the couch in defense as he howled in pain as he examined the large wound on his bicep, “Friend!” He cried out in anger, eyes glaring at you and tentacles covering his body as if he was a wounded animal. 

He had ended up destroying a few knick knacks around the house, a chair and a few photo frames while you attempted to chase after him in effort to clean his wound while he ran away like a puppy avoiding a bath. Obviously he knew you weren’t dangerous enough to try and hurt but...it seemed his pain tolerance was...extremely low. 

Eventually you had gotten him to behave and sit down, as he glared at the floor, marks glowing yellow as you felt him wince and jolt with every dab of the wipe, “Friend.” he mumbled with gritted teeth before he spoke in his native tongue, something you assumed was probably not so nice at you. 

“The feeling is mutual pal.” You muttered, not knowing what he said but knowing, deep in your heart, your feelings were most definitely the same to one another. He did little to resist your touch afterwards, eyes furrowing as he watched you carefully bandage his wound, occasionally he’d poke- not at the wound but the bandage, his fingers would pinch the material and he’d cock his head as if examining it. 

“Have…” You frowned a little as you tilted your head, gaining his attention, “Have you never been to Earth?” You were going to be extremely upset if you woke up in twelve hours and Jimin told you that you were on an extreme LSD trip and you just imagined a really hot alien in your head. 

His eyes lit up in the same way they had earlier, “Earth?” He raised his brows, lips parting before he suddenly looked around again, “Earth!?” He suddenly cried out as he stood up, looking around before going to the window and peaking out of the blinds, “Earth…” He suddenly spoke in his native tongue once more as he ran a hand through his hair before turning to face you, “....Human…?” He had said something else you couldn’t understand besides the singular word. 

“Yes…?” You nodded making him almost whine as he grabbed his head, as if in disappointment, you offered a weak smile. You supposed if you were an alien that had seen galaxies beyond imagination you’d be pretty disappointed at seeing Earth too. 

He sighed as he frowned, looking around the apartment before straightening back up as he looked at you, pointing to himself as he spoke, “JK.” 

You blinked a few times, unresponsive as you frowned, “What…?” Your face scrunched as he bounced a little, repeating the two letters once more as he pointed to himself somewhat harsher, your brows raising before your lips parted, “Oh…! You’re JK! That’s your name?” You gave a smile as you nodded.

His smile was like a child as his fists curled up as he nodded rapidly, not understanding a word you said but it looked as if you understood, “Y/n.” You slowly prounicated your name as you pointed at yourself. 

JK had attempted to say your name, multiple times actually, but his brows pinched in frustration, having a hard time with it, but oddly enough it was quite endearing to watch him repeatedly try and say your name, even after you have found yourself on your phone, typing in the nearest place to eat while trying to figure out how to break it to Seokjin that an alien would be boarding with you guys for awhile.

What else were you supposed to do…? Call the police? You looked at JK with a frown, he seemed oddly innocent and you’d feel guilty doing that to him, his brows pinched as he fumbled over your name once again as he puffed a breath in frustration, the marks on his arms glowing a deep hue of light orange. 

“JK.” His gaze snapped to yours as he tilted his head, you offered a dull smile as you spoke carefully, “Eat?” You pointed to your mouth before stomach, JK rubbed his head briefly mirroring you as he rubbed his stomach a little confused. You hummed as you searched around before finding a leftover candybar on the coffee table, “Eat.” You pointed at it before taking a bite. 

“Eat.” JK had an easy time saying that word with a nod before he suddenly seemed excited, bouncing his spot as he nodded wildly, “Eat! Y/n…!” His nose suddenly scrunched at messing up your name again. 

His attention was brought back to you at the sound of you giggling at how cute he really was for someone that nearly killed you twice within the last hour, “Yeah, it’s almost dinner time, we should get something to eat, I’m starved and Seokjin banned me from the kitchen.” You gestured to him to follow you as he cocked his head, not understanding a word you were saying. 

You pulled one of Seokjin’s hoodies from his laundry basket as he handed it to JK who frowned, looking at his own clothes before back at you, as if silently asking why he needed to change. No nevermind the fact he glowed like a fucking lava lamp, “Hide.” You pointed at his arms as he frowned, looking down at them. 

“Hide!” You emphasized as you pointed towards your own arm then to his before it suddenly clicked as he nodded, sighing as he spoke in his own tongue the throat sound of something like mild disappointment and you could understand, but it was necessary. 

JK all of a sudden pulled the shirt over his head nearly making you scream, the sight of compact muscles and tan skin that almost had an iridescent sheen glowed, your body suddenly feeling extremely warm as JK fumbled a little confused. 

He frowned as he tilted his head, why were you covering your eyes? He looked down at himself before back at you, was....was he not supposed to change right here? He pulled the sweatshirt over his head, saying something that made you pick up in relief to see he was changed. 

You grabbed your chest as you groaned, “Don’t do that again.” You were in too much a dry patch and desperation to be alone with an alien that had tentacles and a face like that. 

Now with his marks being covered you just needed something for his hands...You frowned a little before something occurred to you, going over to Jimin’s gym bag you grabbed the finger clothes he always used to lift barbells with. 

His fault he was a pussy that didn’t want to get callouses. 

You handed them to Jk as he tilted his head, first examining the fabric before he slipped them on, looking at them as he snorted as if amused before saying something that sounded an awful lot like he enjoyed wearing these. 

“Eat, now.” He perked up at your words as you nodded and he excitedly followed you as you grabbed your bag and phone before exiting the apartment building. JK was beyond fascination, looking around as if he had never seen anything like this place, even going so far as to wonder off a few times, immediately making you hold his hand once more to keep him next to you. 

Other people also stared at him, but mainly because he was acting weird, you shoved him a little and he seemed to understand to stop. 

But he still took a few peaks before his feet halted, making you nearly yanked back as he stopped, his lips parted and his eyes were all big and doe like in awe as he stared out over the sunset, speaking once more and you frowned. You wished you could at least pick up a few words of his own language, JK was honestly impressive in picking up so much in so little time. 

You smiled a little at how fond he appeared to be looking out over the sunset before you tugged his hand which was still in yours, he looked down at you before pointing towards the sun as you nodded, “Yeah it’s pretty, but let’s go eat, I’m starving.” 

“Pretty.” He repeated before looking back out over the sun as he repeated the word again as you tugged him along. Entering the Panda Express it was nearly empty given it was six o’clock already and the dinner rush had left but that was good, you weren’t sure you could control JK in this type of environment. 

JK only observed you as you ordered for the both of you, watch the mouth watering food slide down the servers before you paid for your meal, leading you both to sit the back of the store where glass paneling was up for JK to keep looking at the sunset as you set his box in front of him. 

Fried rice and orange chicken was never a bad combo for the first time eater. JK observed you as you held up your fork, plowing into your food as you sighed in contentment before a noise of amusement escaped you at the sight of JK pinching his brows as he struggled with holding his fork. 

His eyes darting to you as his lips parted a whine escaping him as he messed up your name again making you laugh even harder, you waved a hand before you set down your fork, leaning over the table as you spoke, “Okay fine, fine, no need to get so pouty. Here, you just...place them like this.” You fixed his long thick fingers that fumbled a little before they properly gripped the fork. 

“Okay? Like this.” You held up your own before scooping up a pile of rice with it, Jk mirrored you, puffing a breath in slight frustration at the sight of the rice falling from his fork a little, “If you’re mad about this I guess it’s a good thing i didn’t get us chopsticks.” You snorted as JK focused on his food. 

You watched in curiosity as he took his first bite, his brows furrowing for a moment and his held tilting as if he was heavily focused on how it felt in his mouth before his brows shot up and almost immediately began scooping more food into his mouth like he was a fucking starved man held captive. You were surprised at how fast he was devouring his food but you only smiled softly as you began eating as well, enjoying the rest of your meal in silence. 

JK had even ate the rest of your food once you were finished, you just sat there in your seat, your knee hiked up towards your chest while you ran a hand through your hair absentmindedly while watching him devour the rest of the food. 

“Good?” You called out, JK’s eyes finally leaving your box of food, rice sticking to his upper lip making you smile a little as he rapidly nodded, looking like he was drunk off fried rice and orange chicken, probably not even paying attention to what you said. 

By the time JK was finished he slumped in his seat, stretching out as a yawn escaped his lips, his eyes closing briefly before he sighed, looking out over the glass paneling as if something troubled him before his eyes darted back to your figure and back to the window.

You wished you could speak fluently in whatever language he spoke so you could ask what he was thinking about, once all of the innocence had melted off his expression in those child-like moments of glee, he was left like this, as if he was tired and maybe even lonely. 

How did he even get here? And did he need to get back? To where he was originally going? You thought back to his disappointment when he realized he was on Earth, and if you could stretch for a reach, you’d say he obviously had another location in mind before...whatever happened. 

“Hey,” you called out, drawing his attention as he raised his brows, “Home.” 

He tilted his head as he echoed the word, “Home?” You stood up as you nodded with a small smile, knowing damn well you wouldn’t be able to avoid Seokjin forever. 

JK stood up mirroring you before you guided him to where you threw your boxes away and he had even helped clean up the table before you both exited the shop, it was now dark out and the walk home was quiet as ever. But you enjoyed it, his company at least, you didn’t really have a lot of friends outside Jimin and Seokjin, who were your best friends since middle school and you all now split rent on an apartment close to campus. 

You opened the door, peeping in as JK stood there mildly confused, Jimin and Seokjin sat on the couch watching a movie much to your disappointment, opening the door fully you pressed a finger to your lips at JK as he tilted his head before you quietly shut the door. Grabbing his hand as you gently tugged it along. 

“Where in the absolute fuck do you think you’re taking him you horny fool?” 

God dammit. 

You grabbed your head with a groan as JK frowned, almost immediately concerned as he looked around, Seokjin stood up with his arms crossed, “He told me all about the goo monster here.” 

“He’s not a monster!” You screeched making Seokjin snort as he raised a brow, “...He’s an alien.” 

“Wearing MY sweatshirt!? That’s balenciaga!” Seokjin cried out, pointing an accusing finger at JK who looked a little concerned, looking at Seokjin then at you who he shuffled a little behind like a puppy with a tail between his legs. 

You felt an immediate wave of protection come over you at the sight of the action as you stood in front of him, despite him towering over you, “Would you stop! I’ll get him clothes tomorrow! Just leave him alone, okay, he’s hurt, he doesn't know anything about Earth and he just…!” 

“He’s not a dog Y/n!” You pressed your lips together as you looked away from Seokjin who glared at you pointedly, “We don’t know what this thing is or his intentions.” 

It was difficult to imagine JK’s intentions being anything but good when he was delighted at finding out your bed was bouncy, or the take of friend rice and orange chicken, or his excitement at the sunset, “He isn’t here to kill us! I can promise you that...just!” You squeezed your fists as you sighed, “Just trust me, okay? He’ll stay in my room and i’ll get everything he needs.” 

“Until what!?” Seokjin shouted at the lunacy of your words and you understood, it wasn’t everyday someone stumbled across an unconscious alien in a ditch, “Until what Y/n!?” 

“Until he’s able to speak enough English for us to know what the fuck he’s doing here, hell if I know Seok!?” You raised your arms, you...you hadn’t thought about his words yet, admittedly, “He just needs somewhere to stay until he understands more about Earth and how it works here okay? Listen…” You shuffled in your spot as you sighed, “The moment he poses a threat….i’ll deal with it okay? We can call the police or whatever and report it, but he’s been docile the whole time…” Okay that was a stretched truth but what they didn’t know wouldn’t kill them. 

“Jesus christ,” Seokjin groaned as he collapsed back on the couch as he sighed, “...Fine, just make him use Jimin’s sweatpants.” 

“Hey! I didn’t consent to this!” Jimin whined who had been admittedly just sitting back and enjoying the fight between you both as he almost always did, serves the hoe right. 

You said no more not wanting to push things further as you grabbed JK’s hand once more guiding him down the hallway as you pushed the door to your room open, his eyes lit up a little at the familiar sight, hurriedly he went to the bed as he bounced on his as he laid down, burying into your blankets and pillows with a content sigh as if he had been aching to lay down all day. 

You felt a little bad at the sight knowing you should’ve probably let him rest sooner, choosing to sit down on the floor you opened up your laptop before you began working on the paper that was due by tomorrow afternoon that you had chosen to ignore since you had came across JK this morning. 

By the time it was late night JK had been in a deep sleep, obviously deducing that humans weren’t that dangerous of a species to keep himself awake over. You yawned yourself as you shut your laptop, rubbing your eyes before you looked at your bed, frowning as you sighed. Grabbing the pillow that had fallen off the side of the bed as you laid on the ground. You had slept in worst places before. 

You sighed in contentment as you rolled over on the nice soft surface, warmth filling you and sleep had been particularly forgiving to you last night. Man what had been so forgiving today to let you sleep this good?

The memories of yesterday had filtered to your mind too quickly making your eyes snap open, you had fell asleep on the floor how did you get in bed!? You searched frantically for the puppy like alien who was absent from where he had been collapsed here last night.

Fuck this better have not been that bad LSD trip! It would have you fucked for months that Jimin would really let you believe there was a hot alien guy you made up in your head. You quickly padded down the hallway almost frantically before your eyes were met with three heads of hair on the couch. 

“Die! Die!” Your mouth moved multiple times but you couldn’t form a single coherent sentence at the sound of JK’s nose wrinkling and buttons being mashed as the three boys were sitting with controllers in hand. 

“Which one of you fuckheads taught him that word!?” You growled finally, knowing JK was your age and probably even hundreds of years old depending on how his species aged and he understood the concept of killing but shit! You didn’t like hearing him say it like that when he seemed so naive and innocent about everything else on Earth. 

Seokjin and Jimin both whipped around sheepishly at the same time before they started immediately blaming one another as you gritted your teeth. You would’ve continued to glare at them both if it not been for JK’s cheeriful voice, he had immediately perked at the sound of before hurrying over, “Y/n!” His pronunciation had gotten better and it was difficult to not smile at the triumph in his voice as if knowing he had improved before stating your name again, “Game…!” He pointed at the TV before his controller. 

You nodded, “I can see that…so I guess he’s suddenly not a threat anymore?” You sneered at both of your bestfriends, JK frowned a little as he looked between you three, obviously confused as to what was going on. 

Seokjin looked mild, pretending as if he hadn’t heard what you said, prideful bitch, “He’s okay. Better at Jimin in Overwatch if you can believe it, maybe I’ll just let him be my duo instead.” 

“Hey fuck off!” Jimin glared at him, brushing his shoulder in somewhat offense before he spoke, “He is good though, wouldn’t stop saying your name this morning though.” 

“He couldn’t say it yesterday,” You explained before turning to JK again, offering him a weak smile, “Play.” You pointed at the TV in encouragement, who were you to tell the man what to do? You just rolled out of bed and needed something to eat before you interacted anymore with those two idiots. 

JK looked excited as he ran back over to the couch before he spoke, “Play! Y/n play!” Your lips parted at the way he strung the two words together so easily, he was catching onto the language...fast...like extremely fast. His species was obviously intellect enough that this was a skill of theirs, or so you assumed for him at least. 

“No play. Eat.” You pointed at yourself before the tiny kitchen as you walked away hearing a noise that sounded like a whine from him. 

“Hey you're making breakfast for all of us right?” Jimin called out, making you glare him down and if lazerbeams could shoot from your eyes he’d be a pile of ash, he held out his arms as he spoke, “Damn fine, so much for sharing is caring in this household huh.” 

You rubbed your eyes ignoring him as you yawned, immediately making a cup of coffee before turning to the fridge only to jump at the tall boy standing in front of you peering down wide eyed and curious, “Eat.” He said singularly before he offered the world's cutest smile that you couldn’t begrudge as easily as you could Jimin. 

Fuck! He was asking you to cook for him and he had a cute almost bunny-like smile and he looked so endured and hoping you would make him something as good as Panda Express, which there was no way you could but jesus you were willing to try. 

“Breakfast,” You pronounced slowly, knowing this was a bit of a harder word for him as he tilted his head and repeated ‘Eat’ once more before you shook your head, “Eat, breakfast.” You tapped the clock on the stove that ticked away, showing it was ten in the morning. 

JK only rubbed his head in confusion before shrugging, he sat patiently in the stool at the counter as he happily watched you cook away. You didn’t make anything too fancy, just breakfast sandwiches for you both before you set his plate down in front of him, a happy smile on his face as his nose crinkled. 

Not even hesitating before he dug into the meal which you had purposely made him two given how big of an appetite the man had, something akin to pride swelled in your chest though at the sight of JK nearly devouring the sandwiches happily, Jimin stepped into the kitchen looking offended as he sputtered, “Oh so you’ll make breakfast for the hoe that can hardly speak but you won’t for your best friend, I see how it is. Is it because you know I won’t fuck you and he probably will?” 

“Shut up!” You hissed immediately, unable to even enjoy your own food because of your head ass best friend who only smiled viciously at how flustered you were. JK was naively munching on his food not understanding a single word either of you were saying and not caring either when his face was stuffed with food. 

 Seokjin entered the kitchen making himself something to eat as well, “Hey, are you guys going to that party tonight at Beta Tau?” He tilted his head as your nose immediately wrinkled, you used to do frat parties back when you were a freshman but since then you just couldn’t keep the high pace anymore or the sleazy guys. 

“I’m going!” Jimin called out, before tapping his chin as he looked towards JK before you, “Hey, we should bring JK along, give him some good socialization!” 

“Uh no, that’s a horrible idea,” You shook your head immediately, “And I never said I was going either, and if I don’t go he’s definitely not going.” JK tilted his head in curiosity, knowing his name had been brought up before he between you both. 

“Boo you whore,” Jimin tossed a piece of bagel at you as you dodged it, his nose wrinkling as he pointed his butterknife at you, “You’ve just been nursing your wounds ever since Mark dumped you. You know it’ll be good for you and him.” 

“I am not nursing wounds!” You hissed out, feeling like a black rain cloud was piling over your head as you crossed your arms, “And it is a bad idea, JK hardly knows anything about Earth, taking him to a frat party is like tossing a baby into the ocean.” 

“Umm all I hear is bullshit babe,” Jimin scoffed as he rolled his eyes, “Besides, a little party never hurt anyone, it’s our job to show off what Humans are capable of after all.”

“At a frat party…?” You frowned as you sighed. 

“He’s not a baby Y/n,” Seokjin frowned as he looked between you both, “Just because he can’t speak english and he’s unfamiliar with how we live doesn’t mean he isn’t intelligent, i’m sure they have parties where he’s from. If this is about Mark that’s kinda selfish to hold him back.” 

You weren’t…! You weren’t babying him! And this wasn’t about Mark! You just…! You weren’t in the mood to see him, especially attached to Lisa, who you had already thought was hot as it was but instead of going for you she went for your boyfriend and now they were together, 

It had been a pretty big blow to your ego. 

“Fuck fine! We can go what the fuck ever. I have to go get him clothes today though if you don’t want him bumming off you guys though.” Jungkook was still wearing his clothes from yesterday and he didn’t look the least bit concerned though he watched you guys curiously. 

Jimin pumps his fists in victory as he shoved the bagel in his mouth, “You guys do that then, it’ll be a good bonding session, anyways I have a lecture I’m already late for peace.” He threw up a peace sign before quickly exiting as you huffed, you thought it was weird he was here at 10am on a friday morning. 

“Bond?” JK perked up looking at you in excitement as your brows furrowed a little, how could he pick up random words so fast? Jesus, he’d be enrolling in college just to see what it was about within the weeks if he didn’t chill out. 

“Something like that,” You muttered, “Finish your food though,” You gestured to his sandwich before you picked up your own taking a bite, “I need a shower first but afterwards we can go out and get you some new clothes.” 

JK frowned as he looked down at his clothes once more, obviously slowly beginning to understand you more and more as his lips jutted a little, clearly he liked his clothing he was wearing. 

Maybe they just didn’t change clothes where he was from? It was difficult to say, regardless you shook your head finishing up before you went to your room. JK followed you around like a lost puppy as he had finished eating before you. 

You had paused at the door to the bathroom as you frowned, JK looking as if he’d totally come in if you’d let him, “Go play.” You pointed towards the living room where Seokjin had resumed Overwatch. 

JK frowned as he looked between the living room and you, “Bond.” He pointed at you making your pupils widen a little, what was that supposed to mean? He shuffled a little more, nearly chest to chest with you as you craned your head to look at him, jesus he had to be 6’3 in the average pool of 5’9 men, “Bond.” He said more firmly. 

“No.” You shook your head, your smile became awkward and your body movement became flustered, what was he talking about, “You are gonna go play with Seokjin.” You pressed a hand on his chest, pushing him back a little, his lips quivering a little and hurt in his eyes as he looked down at your face as if in search, “And I’m gonna go shower.” 

You couldn’t stand to look at it any longer before you quickly shut the door, locking it as you groaned, pressing your back against the door. Why did he have to look at you like that…?

“JK! Stop wandering off,” You lowered your voice a little as you tugged him along, your hand in his again as he had been exploring the store, “We’re here for clothes,” You held up the hanger you had in your hands as he frowned. He had been moping ever since you wouldn’t let him shower with you this morning. 

Or whatever his intention was. Regardless it didn’t change the fact that he needed clothes and despite being poor you were willing to throw out some money for him, but only because he was so cute. 

“Come on, let’s go to the dressing rooms, my arms are getting tired.” You tugged JK along who only pouted, obviously wanting to explore more than get things, but this was kind of a necessity. You gently pushed him into the dressing room, handing him the clothes as he frowned, his eyes looking down at the clothes then at you. 

Sighing you groaned, stepping into the small room with him before shutting the door, it wasn’t too cramped but you were uncomfortably close with him, “Okay….umm you obviously don’t understand the concept of trying on clothes so…” You flailed a little before tugging on his sweatshirt, he frowned before his eyes brightened a little. 

Understanding the message he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, your face immediately heating as you tried to not ogle his sculpted body which was muscular but slim, his shoulders broad but it suited his delicate small waist. 

You now had a good view of the marks that ran up his arms, they curved into a crescent at his hands and ran all the way along his arms, up his shoulders before curving to his back. You had changed his bandages this morning after you got out of the shower and admittedly they had healed a lot faster then you had assumed they would. 

 Whatever thoughts about his wounds however left your head as you nearly squeaked at the sight of tentacles immediately protruding from his back. Four to be exact, they were of a clear substance for the most part until your eyes followed further to their base where you noticed it matched the glow of his marks. 

A subtle pink and JK’s eyes a little bashful as he mumbled, “Bond…” His tentacles stretched forward a little as if in search for you before you squirmed towards the wall, trying your best to not let your horniness get the best of you in this situation. 

“U-ummm if you’re asking me to marry you the answer is gonna be no.” You held out the shirt in front of you to act as a semi shield to his advancement. Despite the language and cultural barrier JK seemed to understand your rejection as his lips quivered, his eyes dimming as he lowered them in acceptance. 

The tentacles immediately retracting back into his back as delicately took the hanger from you, fumbling to get it off and wow, way to make you feel like a dick. He wouldn’t even look at you as you sighed, relaxing a little as you grabbed the hanger pulling it off for him, “I’m gonna just let you do your business in here if you understand.” 

You exited as you grabbed your face, why did you feel so bad for rejecting him? You groaned as you leaned against the wall opposite of his room. Probably because you didn’t fully understand what he was trying to do if you could just speak the same language, and understand why he was here, maybe you wouldn’t have felt so bad. 

Seokjin kept saying he wasn’t a baby but...he was just so clueless as to how Earth worked, you couldn’t help it....You sighed as you rubbed your face, you just wished things could be easier. You had an afternoon lecture you needed to go to and you weren’t sure how JK would fair on his own and it admittedly gave you anxiety just thinking about it. 

He was curious by nature and you wouldn’t have a doubt he’d get bored easily just stuffed in your little apartment. JK opened the door to the dressing room, his gaze still cast on the ground as he handed the stuff back to you and you could only assume they all fit. You made sure they did because they were all at least two sizes too big for him but hey, they had to be comfy at least. 

Neither of you spoke as you paid for his things, holding the bags as you began walking back home, you didn’t like how quiet it was between you both and JK didn’t wander off not once as he let out what sounded like a sad sigh, his eyes looking up towards the sky as he mumbled something in his own language before back towards the ground. 

You felt like you kicked a puppy. 

You set his things down on the table as you looked towards the clock, you needed to get ready for class and honestly, you were gonna treat yourself to some starbucks after all this crap, “JK,” He peered up at you a little before his gaze became downcast, not looking at you but you knew he was listening, “I have to go to class…” You pointed to yourself, “You...need to stay...home.” You worded it carefully, his lips trembling now and you weren’t sure if he was going to cry or not, “I’ll be back!” You rushed, hurrying to the couch where he sat as you grabbed a remote. 

Pulling up Netflix as you shuffled around, deciding to put on a documentary for him on the ocean to keep him busy, maybe his language would improve meanwhile or...or he’d learn something, hell if you knew. 

JK frowned, sighing as he lowered his gaze in acceptance, reaching out you sighed, grabbing his face to make him look at you, “I’ll be back.” You spoke, your thumbs tethering over his skin which felt so soft and subtle, almost even more soft than any other person you had ever met, the glow of the TV made that iridescent tone reflect just a little. 

He really was the prettiest thing you had ever set your eyes on. 

He said nothing before you gave his face a little squeeze before letting him go, pressing play on the TV as he turned to watch, his expression slowly melted from sadness to that curious expression as he tilted his head, a purple glow from the crescents on his hands as he watched in fascination. 

You smiled a little before you grabbed your bags and slowly closed the door. You’d just hope he could figure out how to use the remote if he wanted to watch something else. 

Class was slow and you couldn’t help but wonder what JK was doing the whole time much to your frustration, you needed to focus on taking notes as midterms were coming up and you would absolutely fail if you didn’t pay attention. 

The whole class dragged on for two hours and in order to try and do damage control for your lack of attention you ended up going to the library to study more and make flashcards as you had originally planned before your life fell apart due to an alien binging on netflix back at home. 

You eventually got a peace of mind when you pushed your earbuds in and put on music to help you focus. Proud of your work you leaned back in your chair as you sighed in contentment before your eyes finally landed on your phone, not thinking much before your eyes nearly popped out of your head. It was almost seven in the afternoon! Fuck! You’d be leaving within the hour to get to the frat. 

Shoving all of your shit back into your bag you hurriedly zipped up before running out of the library, fumbling the whole way home before you entered the house in a rush. Much to your surprise though Seokjin and Jimin were already ready and JK looked happy to be around them both. 

What you didn’t expect for what you had bought him to look so good, he was wearing a fitted shirt and jeans, Jimin must’ve let him borrow his leather jacket and those fingerless clothes adorned his hands, “Hey hold still!” Seokjin spoke as he kept combing his hair, obviously styling it up, “I should’ve gone into cosmetology for being this good at turning trash to gold.” 

“Not everyone wants to look like Tinky Winky on steroids Seok.” You called out as you plopped your bag down in the ‘study corner’ which you and Jimin invented as a way to justify your laziness and Seokjin had said you both were on thin ice but he’d allow it because he also was lazy. 

Seokjin whipped around, those bratz lips of his parting in offense as you shrugged, holding up your hands, not about to apologize for the healthy dose of truth he needed at least once a day. 

“Y/n!” JK cried out, immediately running over to you making Seokjin groan as he grabbed your shoulders, frantically checking over you as if making sure you weren’t hurt. You frowned as you looked down at yourself. 

“I think he was worried about you.” Jimin was licking a drumstick at the moment while sitting on the handle of the couch, “He wouldn’t stop saying your name when I first got in and he looked like a scared puppy. Had to convince him that it was not a good idea to go look for you like he first suggested.” 

“Suggested?” You frowned as you looked back up at the tall boy who immediately cupped your face making you squirm a little, perhaps startled and a little touch starved, “Umm I told you I’d be back…” Not surprised he didn’t understand you but still. 

You gently grabbed his wrists, tugging them away from your face as you smiled awkwardly, trying to not think about the fact that this man looked even hotter then before, if that was even possible, “I need to go get dressed.” 

“Nope, nu uh, I’m not finished with you.” JK was yanked back with a whine as Seokjin grabbed him by the collar as he had attempted to follow you, much to your relief because you didn’t need another episode of earlier today. 

You didn’t take too long to get dressed, choosing to stay casual as you typically would given you didn’t plan of staying long and hey, if all hell broke lose maybe you’d get yourself and JK mcdonalds on the way back. 

Pulling the flannel over your shoulders you stepped out of your room, Jimin incessantly jingling his keys as he spoke, “You took too long, we’re gonna be late!” 

“You’re late everywhere we go you whore.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing JK’s hand as you all left the apartment, he still seemed a bit confused as to where you all were going but had no complaints as you both sat together in the back of the car which he inspected.

Pressing the button on top of the ceiling only to immediately squint with a whine at the light, you pressed it again turning it off as you looked at him, “Stop touching things.” He pouted a little, choosing to grab your hand as he mumbled something in his own language. 

The ride was short and you couldn’t stop dreading what might possibly happen at the party, one scared with JK and it was over, the police would get involved and they would take him off to some lab where he could get tested and poked and prodded and the idea was upsetting to think about. JK hadn’t been here for more then a day and somehow you decided taking him to a party was a good idea? 

You crumpled in your seat, looking outside the window as you watched the party rage on in the house. Of course you wanted to avoid your ex but that wasn’t your main worry for the night. Opening the door you stepped out, JK quickly following after you as you called out, “JK...stay with me okay?” 

He nodded though you weren’t quite sure if he understood, regardless he seemed happy enough to hold your hand as the three of you entered, the music was blaring and the crowd was big tonight given it was a friday and everyone could cut loose. Not the wildest you had seen but certainly not the smallest. You looked at JK in concern but much to your surprise he only looked around in curiosity as he nodded, “Party?” He asked as he raised his brows. 

You nodded, “Yeah, it’s a party.” You called back over the music, looking around for somewhere a little more quiet but Jimin cut in, grabbing JK’s arm, “Hey, we’re playing beerpong and I need to know if he has good aim.” 

JK was immediately tugged from you as you glared at Jimin his smile cheeky, “Chill, he’ll be fine, looks like he’s used to this kind of scene. Maybe he’s a space fuckboy. We’ll watch him go relax.” JK looked back at you mildly concerned but you gave him a reassuring smile as you nodded, despite not fully agreeing with it. 

Could JK even drink? You felt stressed but then again you did pour rubbing alcohol all over a wound that could have reacted like acid to him, you supposed if he knew something was dangerous he would avoid it, or so you could only hope. 

“Bitch! Why haven’t you been answering my messages!?” You jumped at the sight of the blond looking ready to mow you over, Solar’s heels clicked against the ground as she nearly ran for blood at the sight of you. 

Cowering a little your lips twisted into a sheepish smile, your best friend glaring down at you and a pout adorning her lips, you hadn’t meant to ignore her texts the whole day but other things had obviously taken precedent. Should you tell her? 

“It better be for a good reason.” She pointed at you accusingly before you made your way to the buildable table set out with drinks on it, purposely avoiding the jungle juice you knew for a fact probably had that shitty bang energy in as you grabbed a bottle of benchmark, sure it was cheap and tasted like shit but didn’t that sum up your whole personality?

“Well…” You took a breath, your expression contorting a little as you looked up at Solar who waiting expectantly, why the fuck not? If anyone could keep a secret it was her- hence her promise to Kim Jenny in 5th grade that she wouldn’t tell you that she liked the same boy and ended up helping her ask him out. 

Which you only found out about last year in a drunk truth or dare session and you marked your own words that the next time you saw Jenny you'd slap her across the face. Which you ended up not, instead you were still drunk and ended up crying with her because her dog had died earlier that day. 

Still, the principle remained, Solar would keep it a secret. Taking a long chug of the mixed drink a warm burn settled in your throat, “I discovered an alien and- he has tentacles that literally fucking explode from his back.” 

Solar nearly snorted out her drink as she began laughing, “Girl you watch too much hentai. Seriously, what’s up?” Her laughing died down before an uncomfortable silence sat between you both, your lips quivered only a little as you looked up at her, her expression immediately dropping, “You’re joking…” 

“I wish I was Sol…” You took another long drink. 

“You’re joking!” She shouted, her lips dropping, “Okay no, tell me everything! Where is it? What does it look like? You better not be pranking me right now…!” 

You waved a hand, walking as she quickly followed as you recalled the events of how you found JK and what had ensued in the last 24 hours before you paused at the beerpong table, pointing at JK. Your face warm at the sight of a cocky smirk on his face, obviously his team winning as he landed yet another shot assuming by the sound of the other teams groan. 

“That...Y/n…” She turned to you deflating a little at the sight of him, obviously hoping for something a little more...alien like, “You’re such an ass!” 

“He is! You just can’t see the shitty avatar cosplay beneath all the clothes! He does have tentacles again, by the way...I am not crazy!” You grabbed your chest in offense, “You wanna know what I’ve been doing the last 24 hours, there it is! Trying to figure out what to do with an alien that keeps trying to bone me.” 

“Bone you?” Solar raised her brows before she scoffed a little, her brows raised as she took a sip from her cup, “Thought being a monster fucker was always your thing?” You shoved her a little, making her snort in amusement, again, if you could just figure out what his motive was and...maybe have a decent conversation, “Let's say he is an alien...not that I believe you but let's say he is...what are you gonna do about it? I mean really….?” 

You rubbed your head as you frowned, “Well...I don’t know.” you confessed with an awkward expression as she sighed, “I just…! I’m assuming he probably has his own plan…! But generally I’m hoping as he learned english- which is extremely fast by the way- that he’ll eventually tell us what happened and where to go from here I mean…” 

You frowned a little, something sad stirring inside you, there was nothing holding JK back from just leaving you all one night when he’s found what he needs, or figures out where to go or...whatever it is he’s doing here, “If he even stays here long enough…” 

Solar hummed before tapping her cheek, “That’s it, I’m playing against him, he hasn’t missed a single shot.” You tried to call out to her but it was useless, when Solar was determined, nothing would stop her.

You sighed as you turned away, feeling too much anxiety from watching JK to try and come in further especially if he caught sight of you. JK surprisingly enough seemed as though he had fun a lot of the night, you had stayed curled up in a corner on your phone most of the time brooding while nursing your drink which had admittedly helped you relax a little. 

Eventually though, good times always come to an end, this being no exception, “Hey babe, long time no see?” You stared down at your phone, scrolling through instagram as you ignored the sound of Mark’s voice, “Awwh c’mon, don’t ignore me.” 

You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes before you put away your phone, looking up at him as you raised a brow trying to ignore your heart racing just a hair, “Can I help you?” You asked, trying to act as if this totally wasn’t freaking you the fuck out. 

“You sure can,” Mark flirted, sending you that wink that was the very reason you had spun out in the first place with this guy and god you couldn’t deny his flirty nature always got the best of you, “Me and Lisa were hoping for a third in bed tonight and I thought, what girl would be better than my main girl.” 

He smiled, delicately holding your chin with a proud look and for a half a second you had forgotten how much of a bitch he was, that was until your mind lingered on the word ‘main girl’ to which your lips curled slowly, “...Main girl?” You scoffed immediately slapping his hand away as you shouted, “Main girl!? Since when was I the main girl!?” You watched Mark groan as you shook your head, “Uh no! You came up to me! You don’t get to act like this and you were the one that left me in the first place, why don’t you go back to your main girl!” 

“God you’re so over emotional-” You didn’t even let the little gaslighting fuck finish before you splashed him with your drink, a scoff escaping him as he raised his brows, “Are you fucking serious Y/n?” 

“Yeah, fuck you.” You shoved him before walking out of the kitchen, what a piece of shit! How dare he act all put out when he was the one that approached you, in a total douchebag way at that! You weren’t sure where everybody had went and at this point it was almost ten o’clock and you didn’t care! You just wanted to take a warm shower and go to bed!

You stepped down the stairs of the frat house and into the cool night as as you heaved a breath, scoffing as you rolled your eyes, this was exactly why you hated going to frat parties at Beta Tau now because you almost always ended up in an argument with Mark. 

Stupid little fuck. You muttered it to yourself as you wrapped the flannel around you, your eyes warily finding that of a drunk elderly man who definitely appeared in his forties, alone and his eyes immediately finding your lone figure. 

You kept your eyes on your phone as you slowly approached in hopes of walking past him, you hated parties, you hated going out at night, you hated the fact that you let yourself get so heated in the moment, “Well aren’t you just looking pretty tonight sweetheart.” You sighed in exasperation at the sound of his voice calling out to you.

“Thanks.” You offered dryly, not even attempting to smile because you knew it would just sound like that much more of an invitation to him and yet, even your singular dry word was enough of  a green light to him. 

A hand suddenly wrapped around your upperarm yanking you over as you squeaked out, “How about I take you back to my place? Show you a good time yeah?” He reeked of beer and your nose wrinkled as your expression twisted and your hands trembled. 

“Sir- I..I really need to get home…” You mumbled, not wanting to provoke him but your fear was getting the better of you by the second as you tried to keep yourself from panicking. You’ve never gone out tonight and you should’ve stood your ground regardless of who went were. 

His hands squeezed on your arms eliciting a noise of pain from you and you couldn’t even look at the guy as he growled, “Or I could go home with you sweetheart, or better yet. Why don’t we go over here…! Ow you bitch!” You had smashed his foot with your own but it wasn’t enough for him to let go of you. 

Instead his grip only got tighter making you cry out in pain as your eyes stung with tears, wishing he could just let you go...Within seconds though the man was nearly ripped away from you and a larger figure had wedged between you both, “Leave.” It was a one word command that was clear and demanding from JK, you couldn’t see his face and you weren’t sure you wanted too. 

JK was shoved back from the guy and taking this as an offense, you nearly jumped back at the sight of tentacles bursting from his back, your eyes bulging at the sight, not a single rip in his clothes as if they were transparent yet a lightening of bright fiery ran streaked through him. Your lips nearly dropped though because they obviously weren’t too transparent as JK used them to slam the guy into a wall with enough force to drive him unconscious. 

“JK! Hey! Woah holy shit!” You grabbed your head, JK whipped around, anger still evident on his face but his concern had taken over as he called out your name, what he hadn’t expected as for you to drag him into the alleyway. 

Tentacles still gracefully flowing behind him as if they were underwater, your eyes darting everywhere and anywhere for anyone to have possibly seen and yet…! “Don’t you ever do that again!” You hissed, grabbing your head in stress, if anyone saw that…! Anyone it was over! “Someone could’ve see you!” 

JK might not have fully understood what you said, but he could understand a few words here and there and your tone of voice, his expression darkening and his lips twitching in anger and disagreement, “Hurt!” He growled back pointing at you. 

“I don’t care if I got hurt!” You cried out, running your hands through your hair, anxiety shot through your veins, “You can’t do that!” You pointed at his tentacles, “You aren't human! Humans can’t do that!”

“Hurt!” He growled even louder, now grabbing your forearms in demand, firm enough that you couldn’t pull away but gentle enough that it didn’t hurt, “Y/n hurt!” He emphasized as best he could, his nose wrinkling in frustration as he spoke, “Protect!” It was spoken a little word but you understood overall what he meant. 

“Yes you can protect me that’s fine! But you have to act human!” You pointed at yourself, shaking his arm away before forcefully rolling up his sleeve, the marks which were burning red, “Human!” You snapped as you pointed at your own bare arm compared to his, “Not human!” You pointed to JK’s, “You can’t be that careless!” 

You were just lucky that the guy was drunk and hopefully wouldn’t remember any of this, JK’s lips twitched as if he still didn’t agree with you, snapping something back in his own tongue as he roughly shoved his sleeve back down before he went on what sounded like a long rant, the tentacles retracting into his back once more as he threw his arms up and you stepped back a little. 

You had never heard him so...vocal...or angry before...Which you had brought on yourself, you understood he thought it was the right thing to do and it would’ve been fine had he not decided to get his four other tendons involved. You above anything else, didn’t want JK to be taken from you. JK kept going though in his tongue, directly all of his- what sounded like unpleasant words at you as you crossed your arms, looking at the ground with gritted teeth and ignoring the way your eyes were attempting to blur in tears. 

Even if you couldn’t understand him you were positive you didn’t like or agree with whatever he was saying. You fixed your flannel that had been ruffled from the man as you sniffled harshly, trying to ignore the wet warm tears that began trickling down your face. JK had paused from his rant before frowning, watching the liquid trickling down your face as you closed your eyes. 

Puffing a breath he sighed, figuring it wasn’t any use in trying to talk to you anyways, Orion tongue was beyond ancient to human civilization which is why he hadn’t bothered trying to say any sort of phrases in his own language. 

JK couldn’t stand seeing you like this, from what he observed on- if he assumed he was correct- the TV, humans often depicted this as sadness. Unable to stand this gesture JK did what he had watched, wrapping his arms around you in a form of human affection as he set his chin on top of your head, wetness staining his shirt and he held a silent victorious moment at your reciprocation to his affection. Trying to bond with you had been such a pain in the ass with the language barrier and you almost always looked uncomfortable any time he tried to initiate a bonding session. 

True the locations might have been inappropriate but he was excited, he wanted to find a mate and soon, after all that was part of the original plan, even if it wasn’t supposed to be on earth. You had mumbled something he couldn’t quite figure out until you had mentioned the word Home, as in the place you slept. JK nodded, assuming that was where you had intended on going in the first place. 

He had caught sight of you leaving the house extremely upset and he wanted to tag along in hope that maybe with some alone time at the house, you’d both finally be able to properly bond, he could feel his scaling warm a bit and he could even spot a tint of pink from beneath his gloves much to his embarrassment. 

Knowing this was a human affection JK kept his arm wrapped around you as you both walked home, your hands on your eyes as you sniffled a little and you hadn’t spoken the entire walk back making him a little sad. Your voice was soft and pleasant on his ears which often picked up too many odd and miscellaneous sounds. 

Pulling off your flannel you sighed, muttering something that he leaned in a little to focus on understanding, knowing it sounded something like an apology. JK only offered a small smile, “Friend?” He spoke softly, he liked that word, it was the first one you had taught him after all. 

You nodded, looking severely tired as you repeated the word back before padding to your room to get changed, little by little JK understood more and more about humanity on Earth which wasn’t exactly new, but rather...a bit archaic by Orionia’s standards.

JK had made sure to go into the room with the odd looking boat to change into clothes, knowing it always elicited an odd reaction from you whenever he changed in front of you. Getting into something more comfortable he could appreciate the human need for comfort. 

Feeling a bit timid he peeped into your room where you laid on your bed, looking half asleep but you gestured him in much to his excitement, understanding bonding wouldn’t likely happen now that you were too tired but he appreciated your company, you made things much easier for his stay on Earth. 

Pulling out your lap held device JK tilted his head, oh…! This was like the mainboard back on the ship, just a smaller version of it, a computer? But a lap verison? He furrowed his brows a little, the name on the tip of his tongue as his nose wrinkled. Much to his delight though you typed up the same place where he had been watching educational videos earlier today. 

He only hoped you’d stay this time, he had been extremely worried the Arbitrator's had found you, your friends however had said multiple times you were just at ‘Class’ whatever that was. And they seemed calm enough and if they knew your routine then...he had no reason to assume they were conspiring with the enemy. 

Much to his happiness you laid back down as you stretched out before curling up, your eyes closing as he clicked onto the video of the ocean, as he had learned Earth held quite the exotic lifeform in the sea. 

It was nearing 11:30 which you had pointed at the clock earlier today except now it was dark out, JK could only deduce there was certain names for eating at certain times of the day, he tapped on his chin, scrolling down the assortment of human entertainment. Wanting something to figure out how to win your affection to be his mate. A loud piercing screech nearly jolted him out of bed, holding his head as he frantically looked towards you before feeling relief fill him. If you couldn’t hear this then…! 

He fumbled as he hurried to the window, pushing through the blinds as he peered out, seeing a large flare being shot up into the sky in a deep hue of blue and purple, that acted as something he saw on a video. A firework, if he remembered correctly. JK perked up, Taehyung and Namjoon must be okay, this was what…? At least ten miles south, in human terms? He remembered that much from the academy. 

JK nearly ran out the door before he paused, his eyes looking over your sleeping figure he...he couldn't just leave you here...and…! He perked up, “Y/n!” He called out, jostling you awake as you rolled over with a groan, “Y/n! Home!” He spoke determined, if he could get you to go with him then he could explain everything. 

“What? JK seriously? This better be important.” You groaned as your eyes tiredly cracked opened at the sight of doe eyes looking at you urgently, he nearly ripping you out of bed with a squeak, “Home!” He spoke as he brought your shoes to you before pointing out the window, “Home!” 

...Oh...oh god, this was going to be a long night, wasn’t it…? 

[hartigays]

big brain thot: wheezie being the one to get rafebarry together👀👀

“wheeze, you can’t just show up here like this.”

she hasn’t even gotten off her bicycle yet, helmet still in place and everything. she looks up at rafe with big eyes, rolling them as slowly and dramatically as humanly possible.

“i just did,” wheezie points out, unclipping her helmet and setting it in the front basket of her bike.

rafe eyes her warily, then relaxes a bit. his eyes flicker back towards the trailer. “how’d you even know i’d be here?”

“topper,” she tells him simply, shrugging.

“topper?”

another overly-dramatic eye roll. “yes, topper. he came by looking for sarah and i asked him if he knew where you were. i need help with something.”

“and topper told you i’d be here?” rafe asks, brows raised.

topper is a lot of things, but is he the type of person to send a kid to a coke dealer’s trailer? no, absolutely not.

“i encouraged him,” wheezie replies, a little too vague for rafe’s liking. he narrows his eyes and she sighs. “fine, i kicked him in the crotch until he gave it up. happy?”

rafe snorts at the mental image.

wheezie finally climbs off her bike, standing in front of rafe with her arms crossed. “so, are you going to help me or not?”

he really doesn’t want to say yes. but he’s sort of always had a soft spot for wheezie - she’s one of two people who don’t make him feel completely homicidal.

(the other is sitting back in the trailer, smoking a joint and watching some boxing match on his old as shit tv. the thing has antennas, for fuck’s sake.)

rafe glances back at the trailer again, then turns back to wheezie, scrubbing a hand over his face. “fine. but you can’t come inside, wheeze, i’m serious.”

“why, because of drugs?” wheezie snorts, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “please. i’m pretty sure you smoked weed in my room when i was like, five.”

“that’s not the point,” rafe huffs, his fuse shortening ever-so-slightly. “just tell me what you want.”

for the first time since her arrival, wheezie looks mildly uncomfortable. she bites her lip, looking towards the treeline.

“i want to learn how to fight,” she says, and her voice sounds so small that rafe sort of feels… bad.

which is like a new milestone or whatever, so this is sort of a big moment for him.

“why do you need to learn how to fight?”

wheezie doesn’t say anything for a long stretch. then, her cheeks get red, and the words burst out of her. “i’m getting picked on at school, alright? this girl keeps saying she’s going to beat me up after class and i can only hide from her for so long, you know?”

rafe is mildly taken aback, never figuring wheezie for the type to get bullied. she always seemed self-assured and well adjusted, with a sizable group of friends and an active social life. for a middle schooler, anyway.

“what’s her name?” rafe asks, indignant on his sister’s behalf.

if he had to choose a sister to be the target of bullying, it’d definitely be sarah. wheezie, on the other hand, is just a kid. and if someone is threatening to kick her ass, rafe sure as hell is going to find out who.

“i’m not telling you her name, rafe,” wheezie says. “i don’t want you going and knocking her door down to threaten her or whatever. i want you to teach me how to fight so i can hold my own.”

rafe would probably just kill the kid, not threaten her, whoever she is. but he doesn’t tell this to wheezie, biting his tongue for once.

he rocks back on his heels, then sighs, and beckons for wheezie to follow him into the trailer.

wheezie throws her arms up as if to say fucking finally, following rafe inside.

barry is still smoking on the couch, but when he sees wheezie trailing after rafe, he has the presence of mind to put the joint out with an awkward cough.

“you gonna tell me who your little friend is, country club?”

“i’m his sister, wheezie,” she says before rafe can speak, rolling her shoulders back and holding barry’s gaze steadily.

“wheezie?” barry repeats, then laughs, wagging his finger in her direction. “you funny, kid.”

wheezie gives rafe a look, clearly judging him for his choice of company.

“jury’s still out on you,” wheezie tells barry, eyeing him.

barry actually throws his head back when he laughs this time, and rafe can’t help but eye the line of his throat, his mouth going a little dry.

the worst part is, wheezie notices him staring. she raises a brow at rafe. he just coughs and looks away, regretting every decision he’s made in the last ten minutes.

“look, she wants to learn how to fight,” rafe tells barry. “i figured two heads would be better than one?”

“or you just a pussy and know you can’t beat nobody’s ass, rafe,” barry says, reclining back on the sofa, staring at him through heavily-lidded eyes.

“neither can you,” rafe reminds him.

always reminding him. where rafe has failed, barry has too. rather consistently, as a matter of fact.

“fair ‘nough,” barry says after a stretch, leaning forward again. “two heads, then.”

wheezie coughs, and they both turn to look at her. she gives them a bored look. “are you two done having a moment? or do you still need a minute? because i can step outside if- ”

“shut up, wheeze,” rafe groans, pushing her towards the couch.

they spend the next hour and a half discussing fighting techniques, and the cardinal rules of fighting. the ones rafe and barry abide by, anyway.

there aren’t many. they spend the majority of the time discussing technique.

when wheezie gets sick of listening to them yammer on about the different types of headlocks, she starts to get restless.

“oh my god, i didn’t come for the rules of fight club, alright? will one of you just show me how to punch this bitch in the face?”

both barry and rafe shut up immediately, barry’s mouth dropping open in mild surprise.

rafe just snorts, mumbling fair enough under his breath.

and that’s how rafe ends up watching barry do some sort of shadow boxing with wheezie in the living room. rafe re-lights the joint, watching the scene before him in amusement.

“no, kid, you ain’t gotta do all that fancy shit with your legs,” barry is saying at one point, then demonstrates some sort of kick for her.

rafe forgets sometimes that barry has military training, and despite the fact that he gets his ass beat on a regular basis, he’s a pretty damn good teacher.

the joint is long gone by the time wheezie looks at her watch, cursing.

“shit. rose is gonna kill me,” wheezie mutters, fumbling for her phone.

“just tell her you’re staying at a friend’s,” rafe suggests. “it’s too dark for you to bike back anyway.”

“you could always drive me, you know,” wheezie reminds him. then, her eyes flicker down to what’s left of the joint (basically, the filter) and backtracks. “well, he could.”

she’s pointing at barry, and barry shrugs.

rafe, however, finds himself wanting wheezie to stay. dare he say it, he might’ve actually missed his sister.

he’s pretty sure he’ll regret it later, but regardless he says, “we’ll get you something to eat and you can crash here if you’re too tired to go home after.”

something to eat ends up being freezer-burnt pizza rolls, but wheezie doesn’t complain. she eats her food while scrolling through her phone, glancing up at rafe and barry every now and then.

they’re conversing quietly about a drug deal they have set up later, a big one. rafe doesn’t think wheezie is listening, but he also doesn’t notice the way she keeps glancing up at them, her eyes flickering between them with an unreadable look on her face.

and then, out of nowhere, “are you guys dating?”

rafe looks at her sharply and he sees barry do the same out of the corner of his eye. barry’s mouth had shut so quickly that his teeth clacked together, and rafe can see him rubbing at his jaw.

“what the hell, wheeze?”

wheezie raises her hands in mock-surrender, but still rolls her eyes. “it’s just a question, geez. but thanks for the answer.”

“the fuck is she talkin’ about?” barry asks, his gaze flickering between rafe and wheezie.

“you two,” wheezie explains slowly, looking almost bored. again. rafe is starting to think he’s had a bad influence on her. “you’re dating, right? like that’s why you’re always here, right?”

the latter question is directed towards rafe, and he feels his stupid cheeks betray him, burning red.

“oh, right. you’re men, of course you haven’t talked about it,” wheezie sighs, then stands up and brushes invisible crumbs off her shorts. “well, i conveniently have to use the bathroom, so. use this time wisely, i guess?”

then wheezie disappears from the small kitchen, leaving rafe and barry sitting in thick, palpable silence.

“so… what the fuck just happened?” rafe asks when he can’t take the uncomfortable silence any longer, pointedly not looking at barry.

when barry shifts in his seat, rafe can feel it, and he realizes all at once just how close they’re sitting.

“she thinks… “ barry trails off, shifting in his seat again.

“that we’re dating,” rafe finishes, swallowing around the golf ball-sized lump that has mysteriously appeared in his throat.

rafe can feel barry looking at him. he can feel the heat of his gaze, and wow, wheezie is taking a really long time in the bathroom.

“that what we been doing, country club?” barry asks, and rafe looks over at him so quickly that his neck pops.

rafe searches barry’s face for any trace of humor, but comes up empty.

they’ve been practically living together for months, ever since rafe gave up trying to please ward and joined barry’s little side business. and if he really thinks about it, they have lapsed into something almost nauseatingly domestic.

it’s like. like rafe’s been in this weird, fucked up relationship this whole time, and he’s just now realizing it. and realizing, at the same time, that he doesn’t want it to end now that wheezie has gutted them both and laid everything out in the open, where neither of them can hide.

jesus fucking christ, is he in love with barry? barry the drug dealer?

well, rafe supposes that’s what he would call himself now, too, so. maybe it makes some sort of sense after all.

“i don’t think so, but i think we should now,” rafe finally says. he doesn’t know why he says that last bit, it just sort of slips out before he realizes what he’s saying.

but he doesn’t take it back either.

barry is too quiet next to him. the silence goes on for far too long, and rafe is starting to debate internally whether or not he should dump wheezie’s body in the swamp or somewhere off shore.

finally, barry speaks. “startin’ to think you may be onto somethin’, rafe cameron.”

“so is that a yes?” rafe huffs, already feeling exposed enough as it is. he doesn’t need barry speaking in shades of gray.

suddenly, there are fingers wrapping around his jaw, gentler than rafe would’ve anticipated, and then barry is turning rafe’s head and kissing him.

like, really kissing him. rafe feels like he’s being turned inside out, his insides shifting and adjusting, rearranging and adapting to make room for barry.

it’s not a particularly long kiss, but it’s sure as hell the best one rafe has experienced in his life.

“they teach you that in the army?” rafe asks when barry pulls away, aiming for nonchalant but failing due to the heavy rise and fall of his chest. and the fact that he can’t stop staring at barry’s mouth.

barry just smacks the back of rafe’s head, shoving him lightly. “get the fuck out my kitchen, country club.”

rafe is about to respond when the bathroom door opens, and wheezie pokes her head out.

“ugh, thank god you’re finally done. you should invest in a bathroom fan, you know,” wheezie tells barry, “i could literally hear everything.”

she shudders and gags, barry laughs, and rafe vaults himself out the nearest window.

well, he tries to. barry catches him by the waist easily, dragging him back into his seat. wheezie just rolls her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“okay, well, since you’re done being a drama queen, i think i’d like that ride home now.”