#had to dramatically roll up his eyes until it’s all white and throw up black goo before collapsing to the floor; such pain and hardwork

[scliffe]

Kuroshitsuji AU where the Phantomhive massacre never happened; Ciel did grow up to be a priest in the Phantomhive territory just as his twin brother wanted, and he kept having to exorcise demons from the body of a man named Sebastian.

Sebastian is a very attractive man—and a very successful toy store owner too; just like Ciel’s childhood dream, isn’t that such a coincidence? He’s very kind to Ciel—probably out of gratefulness for helping him—and Ciel quickly finds himself falling in love and sharing a special connection with the man, it’s just a shame that Sebastian seems to keep getting possessed by demons way too often than people normally do, doesn’t he? It’s like he just gets repossessed by demons as an excuse to keep seeing the little priest.

[scoupsakakitty]

Seungcheol Approved | Seventeen x 14Th Member | fluff

The members of Seventeen were enjoying a quiet break in their hotel room after a long day of rehearsals for their Nana Tour. Some were lounging on the couch, others were scrolling through their phones or snacking. The room was peaceful until the door opened, and Y/N walked in.

For a brief moment, everything fell silent.

Joshua stared at her, eyes wide. “Is that…?”

“What did you do?” Jeonghan squinted, processing the sight of her new hair.

Y/N stood confidently in the doorway, her hair now a striking black-and-white blend, styled perfectly in the “Oreo” style she’d seen on Chaewon. The change was bold and dramatic, but she seemed to own it.

She didn’t even flinch at their reaction.

“You look like an Oreo,” Dino said, barely holding in his laughter.

The rest of the members were in shock.

“Who gave you permission to do that?” Hoshi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “I called Seungcheol, and he said it was fine.”

The room erupted in confusion.

“What?” DK exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “When did you call him? And why didn’t you ask us first?”

“Yeah, right,” Mingyu laughed. “Seungcheol wouldn’t just let this happen without a proper meeting or something.”

Y/N’s grin widened. “I did call him. He’s the alpha, right? His word is law.”

The members were still processing when suddenly, Joshua pulled out his phone. “Wait. He’s awake, right? Let’s just double-check with him.”

The rest of the group gathered around as Joshua dialed Seungcheol’s number. The phone rang a few times before Seungcheol picked up.

“Seungcheol,” Joshua started, “quick question: did you really say Y/N could do this?”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, then Seungcheol’s voice came through, amused. “What? Did Y/N dye her hair or something?”

Y/N grinned proudly, holding up her hair for everyone to see.

“Well, technically, I didn’t say she couldn’t. She’s a grown adult, isn’t she?” Seungcheol’s voice was laced with teasing. “But honestly, I don’t get why you’re all making a fuss. If she called me and I said it was fine, then it’s fine.”

There was another pause. The room collectively groaned.

“I swear, Y/N gets away with everything,” Mingyu muttered, shaking his head.

The group turned to Y/N, who stood there grinning like she had just won a battle. “See? Permission granted.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Hoshi rolled his eyes, but the smile tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed him. “You’re lucky Seungcheol isn’t here to deal with you directly.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll just send me a new set of rules once we get back to Korea,” Y/N teased, flipping her hair.

“I still don’t understand,” Woozi sighed, rubbing his temples. “But whatever, I guess you’re allowed to be an exception.”

Seungcheol’s voice came through again, “Just remember, if it’s awful, I’m the one who has to take the blame for not stopping you.”

Y/N smiled even wider, “No worries, I’ve got this. It looks great, right?”

The members exchanged skeptical glances, but deep down, they knew better than to argue with Y/N’s boldness. It was clear she had gotten exactly what she wanted.

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@multiplums 🩵

[sturnsiolos0]

Hottub-Chris Sturniolo

You walked back into the hotel suite and kicked off your shoes before you hung your purse up on the empty hook. The patio doors were wide opened, so you sauntered outside. The cooling damp wood under your bare toes caused goosebumps to decorate your calves.

Chris was reclined in the hot tub, eyes closed as he took a long drink. It should be illegal to use your tongue like that without intent. You were well aware of how talented that tongue of his could be when he had intent. You shifted on your feet as a rush of heat passed through your body, but you kept your voice casual. "Did you finally decide that this place isn't all bad?"

"I guess." He lulled his head to the side, glancing up at you.

"Is it okay if i join you in there?" You let a small smile pass over your lips.

"Plenty of room, Princess."

"I need to change."

He smirked and gripped your wrist tighter, "Just throw your clothes on the rail. No one's around."

"Nice try." You slipped away from his hold and ignored his overly dramatic sigh.

"I'm always trying."

You rolled your eyes as you moved back through the hotel suite and into the bathroom. You place your jewlery in a dish on the bathroom sink after you tossed your clothing over the hamper in the corner.

You bit your bottom lip as a wicked plan popped into your head. You paced back to the patio, a smile forming on your face.

"Hey," He attempted to hold your  hand, but you didn't let him. He opened his eyes as you circled the hot tub, and they widened as he realized that you weren't wearing anything. The water sloshed as he started to get up.

"No." You stated plainly and he halted immediately. "Just sit back down." He complied without hesitation and a surge of power put a seductive smile on your face. Your fingers traced the edge of the hot tub as you positioned yourself directly across from him, letting the moonlight frame you from behind.

You ran your hands through your hair and held his gaze. Chris's knuckles were white as his grip on the rim of the tub hardened, "Y/n..."

"Shhh. Just relax."

Chris's eyes were nearly black with desire, he wanted you and nothing else mattered. You stepped into the hot tub and glided into his space as he gripped your thighs pulling you on top of him as he sought your mouth with his.

You placed a single finger to his lips. "No, no. Not yet."

"I'm not a fan of waiting." His tongue darted out and ran over the pad of your index finger.

"Really? I've never noticed." You settled yourself more firmly on him and rolled your body against his, feeling how hard he already was. You hook your fingers beneath his swimming suit before pulling it down just enough for his cock to come out.

He firmed his hold on your hips.

"Is there a reason i have to wait?"

"Because I say so." You leaned in closer and whispered, "Put your arms behind your head."

"Gonna be hard for me to touch you that way." He argued but still submitted.

"Harder is the idea, Handsome." You squeezed his thighs with yours as you reclined back into the hot water.  You were giving him a show, hair fanning out beneath you. "This feels amazing."

"Yes, it does." His voice was graveled. You loved his voice like that, it was like you were too much for him to handle. "How long I am going to be your hostage?"

You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your stomach to pull yourself up into a sitting position. You pressed your chest against his, the friction making him hiss and heat to burn through you all over again. You trailed your tongue along the shell of his ear until you caught the lobe in your teeth. "Until I say so. You do what I say,when I say...and maybe I'll let you get off...maybe if you're really, really good I'll let you get off buried inside of me. Would you like that baby?"

"Y/n." Chris groaned into your ear as he pressed his face against yours, trying to get closer.

"What is it?" You shifted back a bit and grabbed his chin. "You didn't answer my question." You dropped your voice to that purr that drove him crazy. "Do you want to cum buried inside of me, Chris?" You ground yourself down on his cock, relishing the searing jolt that you felt all the way to the base of your spine.

Despite the fact that his muscles twitched, Chris remained frozen and focused on your face, "Y/n, you know how much I love to cum inside of you,"

"Ah-ah-ah." You tapped your finger against him, "You didn't say the magic word."

His eyebrow arched, "I have to say please now?"

"Yes,"

"Please, I need you."

"I'm sure you do." You finally succumbed to your own urges and pressed your lips against his. He responded instantly molding his mouth to yours, trying to devour you as you acquiesced and let his tongue battle with yours. It was exactly what you needed, that erotic stimulation that made your toes curl every single time. You were letting him get away with too much. "Not so fast, baby." You panted.

He aimed to catch you in another kiss, but you avoided it, instead leaning away again this time palming your hands up your own body. "Do you want to touch me Chris?"

"Yes y/n, I..."

You pressed your finger against his lips again. "You talk too much sometimes. Yes y/n will do."

His stare was heated, but he kept silent as you rolled and teased your nipples not attempting in the slightest to control your moan. "This feels so good,the cool air on my wet skin, the weight of your eyes, and how hard you are under me. I can't wait to ride you." You massaged your breasts, dragging your lower half against his erection. "The question is...can you be good, Chris? Can you be obedient?"

"Yes, y/n." The phrase was so simple, but it fell so sinfully from those wicked lips of his.

You braced your hands on either side of him, he watched transfixed as you lifted elevated herself to put your chest level with his face. "You can taste me. You can run your tongue over my tits, you can suck on my nipples, but you have to stop when I say and you cannot move your lower half. Do you understand?"

"Yes, y/n."

His mouth was on your flesh before you could prepare for it. He sucked your right nipple with ravenous enthusiasm, it was akin to the way he kissed you, passionate and filthy. He switched the other breast and you whined as your body flushed. You couldn't help but slip one of your hands down your own body. He persisted in his ministrations drawing out another moan as you teased your throbbing clit and his cock in the process. He shuddered at your touch, but didn't thrust beneath you.

You always marveled at the things he could do with his tongue. You wanted him, but on your terms. The torment you were putting yourself through would be worth it. "That's enough." Your voice wavered.

He released your nipple with an obscene pop.

You slipped away from him and though he didn't move he was devouring you with his eyes, it was almost overwhelming. You dragged your nails up his chest and he bit down on the inside of his cheek as your pussy brushed against where he needed you most. His cock pulsed, but other than low moan, Chris remained compliant to your command to be still.

"Do you want me?" You asked coaxing another moan from him as you stroked him slowly.

His teeth were clenched, "Yes, please."

You worked him harder, you were so wet and achy that you wanted to take him in all at once. You were going to ride him hard and having him at your control was all the more intoxicating. You spread your legs a little wider as you moved over his lap. "You're going to keep your hands where they are and stay still."

You shamelessly crashed your body down onto him letting him penetrate you completely as you arched your back cursing at the magnificent thrill of the connection. He hissed and dropped his head back, since he wasn't allowed to do anything else and whimpered your name out like an obscene prayer. You flexed your internal muscles around him and gripped his shoulders. You used the leverage to impale yourself on him over and over as your blood pounded in your ears. You could feel your body already starting to tremble and the sweat start to gather on the nape of your neck.

"Kiss me." You ordered.

His mouth skimmed yours before drawing you in completely with searing desperation.  He shifted beneath you to get a better angle it was like he lit a damn match to your nerves. You could feel your cunt convulsing around his cock and you threw your head back to scream out his name with a plea for him to finish with you.

He released his hands from behind him and yanked your hips to give him some measure of control. He kept you over him, but pounded into you at a brutal pace. Instead of coming down from the high of your orgasm, you felt yourself re-climbing towards that peak. "Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop."

He snarled and bit down on your shoulder as he fucked you mercilessly, his hand dipped between your bodies claiming your clit and pinching down, flinging you over the edge a second time in a matter of moments. You were barely aware of his convulsing as he emptied himself into you.

"You are so fucking amazing. Fucking incredible." He kept you enfolded in his arms as he twitched with the last remnants of his orgasm, breathing heavily into you hair. He sounded spent, but still managed to question, "And no complaints, but where did this all come from?"

"Just felt like it. I've got a few things that I'm still wanting to try. I have to keep you on your toes." You placed your hands on his chest, "On that note, we should go to bed."

He chuckled, "Sure thing, but give me a minute, you may have broken me."

[galacticseonghwa]

faster n harder - Lee Jeno

1) chapter one

INCLUDES: biker!jeno x fem!reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers (they don't really get along at first not so much that they're enemies), fluff, smut, angst(?), fingering, choking, degrading (slut, whore, etc.), pet names (doll, baby, etc.), cockwarming, lmk if i’ve missed anything! wc: 1.9k a/n: this chapter is fairly rushed and has some VERY cliche scenes in it, so if you have high expectations for this story, please lower the bar to the ground lol. I'm not a very strong writer and it shows here, but please if you do decide to read anyway, don't be scared to leave any feedback <3

truth be told jeno never found himself the type of guy to fall in love with a girl who had absolutely no interest in him whatsoever, or even feel anything for anyone that wasn’t his bike. at least not until you had come around.

he has always been about the bike life, the dark aesthetic type that book girlies love. that was his hidden weapon, in his words at least. tattoos covering several inches of his skin, sharp eyes rimmed with eyeliner peeking through his open visor, all-black kawasaki he paid way too much for and can’t forget about his arms. toned, tanned with those veins that are too hard not to stare at.

but you didn’t spare him a second glance, that was new for him and he liked that. he liked that you weren’t throwing yourself at him, like all of the other girls he had come across. but once he found out you were into cars and bikes, man he may as well have just fallen in love with you right then and there. which he unintentionally did.

he would watch you from his bike as you pulled up to the university campus in either your car or bike. you knew he was watching, everyone knew. but that didn’t waver you, you had your three friends that was all you needed. having jeno’s eyes on you ultimately ended up in teases from your best friends. 

“oooh, he’s into you best friend.” mark would giggle as he watched you roll your eyes dramatically while shotaro and felip laughed along with him. “whatever” you would grumble and just push past him and to your next class.

you weren’t planning on getting involved with jeno let alone his friends until you and felip noticed one of jeno’s friends had the same bike as the both of you. felip dragged you over to the owner of the bike with the biggest smile on his face.

“you have the same bike as us!” felip says to a brown-haired haechan who was sitting on his white suzuki gsx r600. haechan raises his eyebrow in both question and confusion. felip notices how out of place haechan’s white bike is compared to all the black bikes surrounding him. 

“i’m felip by the way,” he says happily and holds his hand out for haechan. haechan smiles back and shakes felip’s hand. “oh, this is y/n” your best friend points over at you as you stand awkwardly behind him as you feel all the eyes of jeno and his friends on you.

“oh i know who she is.” haechan smirks as he looks over at you. “i’m haechan.” he says and ushers his friends to introduce themselves too. 

“chenle” a guy with pink in his hair all but spits out coldly as he turns up his face at you and felip. “calm it.” haechan snips and smacks chenle’s arm, chenle pouts angrily and rubs his arm.

“i’m lee jeno” the last one tilts his head as he watches you with a smirk on his lips. you side eye him and turn back to haechan without sparing jeno a second glance. jeno raises his eyebrows and laughs softly at this.

felip starts up a conversation with haechan about his bike asking all sorts of questions. “where are you guys parked at?” haechan asks as he turns to chenle briefly. felip points out where your bikes are just as shotaro and mark pull up next to your bikes as well.

“you got a gang already?” jeno asks, his eyes never leaving your face as you pull your phone out with a waiting call from shotaro. “yeah, but we’re always looking for more people to join.” felip shrugs and waves at mark.

mark and shotaro were now walking towards you and the guys with their helmets in their hands. “wanna join us? it’s only the three of us.” haechan offers while chenle scoffs and drops down from his bike.

snatching up his helmet, chenle stomps away but not forgetting to smack his shoulder into you as he walks past. “ouch” you mumble and rub your arm to try to ease the pain chenle left behind. “i know it’ll be hard to, but ignore him. he’s not good with new people.” haechan offers you a sympathetic smile.

“clearly” felip scoffs and turns to you with a frown. “you okay?” he asks softly. you nod up at felip. “this is mark and shotaro.” felip points at both boys he named then turns back to haechan. “and this is haechan and jeno. the one that just practically abused y/n is chenle.” felip points at haechan and jeno.

“oh that loud ass kid from your music class?” shotaro asks mark innocently. mark seems to think for a couple of seconds before nodding. “i think so.” mark mumbles. upon hearing this jeno and haechan both laugh a little at the fact that shotaro and mark know chenle as the loudmouth he usually is.

haechan stares at mark with a smile before turning back to you and felip. “us three are going on a ride after class, would you guys like to join?” haechan offers as he gets off his bike, wedging his helmet between his left arm and hip, while slinging his backpack on his right shoulder.

you notice jeno doing the same from the corner of your eye, but see that he’s already got his body cross bag on and his helmet grasped in his right hand. jeno looks down to the helmet that was gripped in both your hands in front of you, he smirks seeing as it is the same helmet as his.

“i’m down, what about you guys?” felip smiles and turns to you and the other two guys who were pretending to fight behind you. “yeah, why not?” mark shrugs, shotaro throws felip a thumbs up with the hand that wasn’t holding his helmet.

felip opens his mouth to speak only to be cut off by jeno, who steps right in front of you. “what about you y/n? will you come?” jeno leans down to look into your eyes better. you flinch at the sudden intrusion of your personal space. “the fuck?” you mumble under your breath.

“if you get the fuck outta my face i’ll consider saying yes.” you scoff earning a chuckle from jeno and a full-blown laugh from haechan. “she’s not very good with new people in her space like that.” mark says from behind you, pushing at jeno’s chest as he stands behind you.

jeno stares at you for a couple of seconds before backing up with a smirk. “weird fuck.” you mumble to mark as you turn around and head towards your first class, which unfortunately for you had only jeno, chenle and haechan in.

you and the three guys make it to class just in time for the bell. beginning your walk to your usual seat you’re thrown off when you feel someone pull you into one of the isles by your elbow. “you’re one of us now, therefore you sit with us.” haechan says in a tone you can only pin as teasing.

“what? nah she’s not one of us!” chenle almost yells, you cringe at how high his voice went. “i agree with barney, i’m not one of you.” you scoff and begin walking away again.

haechan rolls his eyes drastically as he reaches out and grabs your arm again. “fine, not one of us. but sit with us.” haechan gestures to the empty seat between himself and chenle. you roll your eyes and sit down anyways. “call me barney again, and you’ll be picking yourself and your bike up off the fucking road, you prune.” chenle spits at you and shoves your chair away from him.

the push sends you almost flying into haechan. “chenle. stop it.” haechan seethes through gritted teeth just as he catches your chair right before it smashes into his. chenle does nothing but roll his eyes. “i’m sorry, he’s not usually this mean.” haechan looks down at you almost sadly, making you raise your eyebrow.

“it’s okay, i’m just glad he’s not hitting me.” you try to joke, but haechan doesn’t take it that way as he stares at you with a straight face. “i’m sorry.” you whisper.

as the class drones on for what felt like seventeen years, you somehow got chenle talking and laughing with you. after your multiple attempts to talk to him, he finally gave in and started talking to you, only for him to somehow really like you. 

“hey, i’m sorry for how i treated you before.” chenle mumbles softly and looks up at you with a sad pout and shining eyes. you find it hard to ignore the smile pulling at your lips as you look down at him.

“it’s okay, you just left quite the impression.” you giggle. unbeknownst to you, chenle and a blissfully unaware haechan, jeno had been staring at you the whole class without any shame, a few of the girls who ogle over him noticed this and didn’t like the fact that a girl who wasn’t ‘visible’ before today had snagged a spot in the most popular friend group at this university.

jeno feels the girls stare on him and turns around to see half of them with their eyes on him and the other half glaring at you. jeno tilts his head and waits for them all to look at him before opening his mouth. “i know what you girls are about, so if you so much as breathe the wrong way in her direction you’ll have to deal with not only my group, but hers too,” jeno pauses, chenle frowns as he hears jeno speaking and turns to see what was happening.

chenle stops a laugh from escaping as he watches the scene unfold. “and i’m sure none of you wants mark and taro after you or felip speaking to you. do you?” he asks condescendingly. seeing all the girls shake their heads as fast as they could, chenle burst out into a fit of laughter.

the bell rings for the end of class, thanking the school for letting this be your only class today you begin walking to the exit where you can see shotaro jumping up and down while waving at you.

you giggle happily and run towards him, engulfing him in a hug when you see him waiting for you with open arms. the girls who were glaring at you had followed behind you to see if jeno was telling the truth about who you were friends with, only for jeno, chenle and haechan to push past them and stand behind you.

jeno looks over his shoulder at the girls and raises his eyebrow as if to challenge them to try something. while a couple of the girls were satisfied with seeing jeno telling the truth a couple of them still didn’t like the fact that you somehow got into jeno’s group before they could.

the girl who seemed to be the ‘leader’ of the group stomps her foot and stomps away. jeno rolls his eyes, to him all the girls at this uni were all the same. that was until he pinned you down a couple of months ago.

don’t get him wrong, he’d noticed your beauty from several miles away two years ago but it wasn’t until you rode to school on your old ninja h2r that he finally noticed you properly. It was almost like love at first sight despite it not being the first time he had laid eyes on you.

love at second sight, he liked to call it.

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[dirtybitfic]

so wrong yet so right part 2

contains~ strong language, fight during lecture, punishment , dirty talk , slight touching.

y/n pov-

I woke up this morning exhausted i've been working on this god damn story for class the entire weekend . I couldn't figure out a feeling to portray in my writing , Saturday I spent sitting in my bed thinking about Professor sturniolo then I went out with friends got shit face drunk to try and distract myself from my thoughts then woke up on Sunday with a pounding head ache and spent most of my day rotting in bed . Sunday night it finally clicked what feeling to portray would be and that was confusion. Confusion with the way i'm feeling about my professor . Given I couldn't write my story about my thoughts about him because we're sharing these ones with the class too .

I grabbed all my shit for class and made my 8 minute drive to campus blasting desire by meg Myers.

After parking I made my way into the building and into the lecture hall. Walking into the quiet room joining the other early students deciding to sit closer to the front not because really want to but I feel its best after my conversation with professor sturniolo last week .

I sit down in the fifth row and take out my computer and the printed pages to my story for today .

As i'm reading something a friend texted me the rest of the students enter the lecture hall and take their seats and professor sturniolo comes in ... my jaw almost drops . He's wearing a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off the tattoos he has on one arm and the veins that run from his large hands to his elbows the top two buttons open showing his chain . His black pants fitting perfectly around his slim waist and his black shoes looking clean and sleek ... but the rings I notice on his fingers make me think things I shouldn't .

I follow his every move with my eyes as he walks to the front of the class to his desk setting his bad down and looking up at all of us seated around the room.

Good evening everyone I hope you all had a good weekend . Lets get started with the rest of the story left from last class and then well move onto the story you've all written over the weekend.

he looks at me with a hard stare that has my breathe catching . I maintain eye contact until he breaks it to call up the first student to read their story.

after about 45 minutes we finish the stories that were left from last week and I take a quick break for the restroom then come back in as one of the students is reading their story , His feeling was jealousy .

Not gonna lie from what I heard of his story it was about an ex girlfriend who has a new boyfriend I couldn't help but laugh when his voice broke as he said something along the lines of " remember all the things you and I did first" all I couldn't hear in my head was want you back by Cher loyd .

his eyes snapped up to me and I froze in my seat .

are you laughing at my story he asks as he angrily looks at me

I guess I didn't laugh under my breathe like I thought I did .

yeah sorry ... I mean where did you get these line Cher loyd I say as I look at him with a smile on my face .

girls behind me laughed knowing what im talking about .

your a fucking bitch you think your better than me

I gasp making him think I was offended by his words before a smirk appeared on my face .

no I just think its embarrassing you wrote a dramatic fucking story about an ex girlfriend who has obviously moves on from you

he throws his papers on the ground storming up to where i'm seated but before he can reach me professor sturniolo interrupts .

James your excused from the rest of class you need to calm down... he snaps his eyes to me and my smile drops as his eyes pierce through me so harshly I feel it in my Bones . And ms y/l/n I don't know what has gotten into you today but you'll be staying after class to talk am I understood ?.

I roll my eyes and nod my head .

I asked you a question ms y/l/n he says making me look back up at him .

I narrow my eyes before answering him.

yes sir

good and since you want to shit on other peoples story how about we hear yours I obviously upset him with my outburst which in hind site I probably shouldn't have said that to James but i'm not sorry about it .

sure I say with an attitude as I garb my story and step up in front of the class and stand at the podium getting my pages situated .

whenever your ready he says making me sigh before I start reading

I stand In the garden as my mind runs wild with the memories of my interactions with mr braves earlier this evening. The breeze is blowing through the tress that surround me as the sweet smell of summer rain invades my nose. I cant get the feeling of his hand on my shoulder out of my head . His touch felt like lava burning through my skin touching my soul . His words like honey as he calls me things that he shouldn't , things that make me feel what others would deem immoral in society . The way mr braves is older than me should throw me off but it only makes my attraction to him stronger , I could go for any guy my age wether its at the bars Saturday night or in the coffee shop but ... the only man that occupies my mind is mr braves. Ive tried everything I can to get him out of my mind but my methods only seem to make it worse . As these weeks have gone by the connection has grown stronger , I tried distancing myself from spaces I know he occupies on a regular bases like this garden i'm standing in right now but I just cant seem to stay away for too long . I see the way he looks at me when I sit only a few feet away from him and I know he is feeling the same but we both know this relationship can never be . So why do I want him so bad , why does he invade my every thought .The rain starts pouring down on me as I tilt my head back to let the rain fall upon my face as I wish it would just wash away my sinful thoughts and feeling for this man I know I cant have but all i'm left with on my run home is confusion .

I finish reading as I look up at the other students in the class who seem to have been interested in my story as the nod at me . I look over to Professor Sturniolo as he looks at me with a expression I cant seem to place .

That was very well written y/n I could understand throughout the whole story that your feeling was confusion . Your vocabulary you used throughout set the scene of the garden and the time period it could have been set in. I think you did a great job at keeping the reader interested as well good gob

thank you I say with a small smile before grabbing my pages and sitting back down at my seat

After a couple more stories class was over and the students packed up and left leaving me and Professor Sturniolo in the room.

He leans back on his desk closing his arms over his chest as he looks at me sternly .

now would you like to explain what the fuck your little outburst was about he says tilting his head as I mirror his actions .

I don't know guess I was just feeling a little ... on edge

mmm well I thought after our last conversation you would know to behave yourself but I guess I was wrong

yeah guess so I bite back not enjoying him scolding me .

y/n ... he says as he takes a deep breathe to calm himself . fix your attitude before I fix it for you

I gulp as I try and keep my thighs from clenching not trying to show any reaction to his threat

oh yeah and how would you do that I ask which a smile seeing how much I can test him before he breaks.

he smiles and shakes his head as he looks down before he brings his eyes up to me .

trust me sweetheart you wouldn't like my methods ... now lets talk about your story a bit. Was that based off real life or did you makes it up

I look down at the ground as my face gets red .

it... I made it up

mmm okay he says as he walks over to me .

he stands in front of me and I look up at him as I swallow thickly trying to keep my composure .

he smirks down at me as he walks around the back of my chair and he places his hand on my shoulder . I sigh softly as I feel heat build in between my thighs from his touch.

he leans down and I feel his breathe on my neck and ear causing me to shiver.

does my touch feel like lava y/n he whispers in my ear causing me to let a small whimper out .

I - n-no I try and lie but my stuttering gives away my true feelings.

he chuckles before his hand slithers over my shoulder to my neck and he squeezes softly and I cant help the moan that slips out .

yeah ... I think you wrote that story thinking about me didn't you

I swallow against his hand as I shake my head but we both know he's right.

try to deny it all you want but you and I both know ... im your mr braves

I sigh expecting the fact I cant hide it.

even if your right you my presser its not right

isn't that just so upsetting he sighs as he takes his hand off me .

I drop my head looking at the desk not wanting to meet his eyes as he walks back in front of me .

now next class are you gonna be my good girl ... his hand moves to my thigh and I look up at him with widened eyes in shock of what he's doing. or are you gonna act like brat again

I- ill be good

no... I wanna hear you say you'll be my good girl he says as he squeezes my inner thigh making me whine and drop my head back .

ill be your good girl I breathe out as his hand moves dangerously close to my heat.

good girl now go home and start a new story ... maybe write it about mr.braves he says with a knowing smirk .

I sigh when his hands leaves my thigh and he makes his way back to his desk packing up his stuff .

I grab my stuff and makes my way out of the room but stop when he calls my name.

oh and y/n

yes

make sure to throw in some degrading and bondage in your next story I hear mr braves is more of the dominant type

my jaw drops as my pussy flutters . he smirks at me as he makes his way to the other door at the bottom of the room

I quickly exit as my thoughts run wild . He quite literally just referred to himself as mr braves and told me something he definitely shouldn't have but Jesus Christ does knowing that information drive me wild.

I race home and immediately got too writing my next story and after finishing my 6 page story felt with the most horny story I think i've ever written I send it to him and close my laptop.

I hop in the shower then get ready for bed when my phone rings as I got to turn off my bed side lamp .

it's an unknown number but I decide to pick it up .

hello ?

Hello ms y/l/n

its him ... how the fuck did he get my number

professor sturniolo... how did you get my number?

We have your emails and numbers on a sheet when your in our classes

oh... well what can I do for you

you can get in your car and drive to the address I just sent you

w-what are you... its 2 am right now

y/n ... you better be in your fucking car in the next 5 minutes or you'll stay after for the next 6 classes

what - why i'm in bed in my pajamas right now you think I can get ready in 5 minutes I say frantically freaking out .

I don't care what you look like all I know is that if I don't see your car pull up in the next 30 minutes I will be angry... you don't want to make me angry do you

n-no sir

good then get your ass out of bed and start driving here

then he hangs up leaving me confused and intrigued .

I know if I get in the car there will be no going back from anything that happens tonight… but I want it more than anything .

As my keys turn and the engine roars a smile breaks upon my face …

Professor sturniolo here I come

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@blahbel668 , @sturnsjtop @skyslondon

[valos-venus-doom]

In Our Diabolikal Rapture [a VV one-shot]

POV: You're on vacation in Lapland with Ville and a particularly heavy snowstorm has you snowed into your cabin

Requested by @reneetje ❤️

NSFW

The wind was so intense it was causing the windows of the cabin to rattle. It was day 3 of a snowstorm that kept you and Ville stuck inside your Air B&B in Rovaniemi, and Ville was pissed. He had so many plans for you both on this week-long break he was taking from work and so far most of his plans had been foiled by the unexpected snow squall. It least 2 feet of snow had fallen and Ville was occasionally popping out to smoke a cigarette and shovel it away from the walkway. But you knew he was going out there to grumble and cuss his disappointment out away from you. Ville was frustrated, but he didn’t want to rub off on you. He was still trying his best to make it a fun experience, knowing full well he’d be off to the grind in just a matter of days.

The door opened up and Ville stumbled in, quickly shutting the door behind him and taking off his outdoor gear.

You smiled at his frustration, “Babe, I honestly don’t know what you expected. It’s January in the arctic circle, of course its snowing.”

He side-eyed you as he kicked off his snow covered boots, “Shut up.” he muttered playfully. “And this isn’t snow. It’s fine if it snowed, it’s allowed to snow. In fact, I’ve *love* for it to snow. This? This is 315 tons of white bullshit. Not snow.”

“That… is an oddly specific number.” you blinked at him.

“2 feet of snow out there. 20 pounds of snow per square foot. Rovaneimi is 2,927 square meters. That’s 629,890 pounds of snow, or about 315 tons. Quick mental math.”

“Remind me why you dropped out of school again?” you giggled.

Ville had stripped down to his sleek black thermal pants and undershirt, both form fitting and framing his body just right and he sauntered over to the fireplace, throwing another two logs in to keep the fire roaring for you. “So, we’re done watching Breaking Bad. What else is on Netflix that we can binge until mother nature decides to stop being a cunt?” he plopped down on the couch beside you, lifting his arm to summon you so snuggle up against him.

You did just that, pulling the fluffy blanket you had over you over his lap too. “Ohh… I dunno. Do you want to check out–”

You were cut off by the electricity going out.

“You have GOT to be fucking kidding me.” Ville closed his eyes in utter frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It’s fine.” you assured him. “It’s not going to last forever, I’m sure it’ll be back on soon.”

“I admire your optimism.” Ville grumbled. “I swear to fucking god I’m getting a partial refund.”

You laughed, “You’re going to ask Air B&B for a refund… because it snowed? Okay, Karen.”

Ville smirked, he knew he was being dramatic but he couldn’t help it. "I just want to make sure you’re having fun, that’s all. We only have four more days until we have to go back.”

“I can tell you a way we can have some fun.” you whisper, leaning in for a kiss. Your hand slowly dragging from his knee to the bulge in his tight thermal pants that left very little to the imagination.

“Mmm..” he moaned into the kiss as you lightly touched him, coaxing him into an erection. You pulled back from the kiss just to watch the look of bliss on his face, illuminated only by the firelight in front of you both.

His eyes flicked open for a moment so he could peel his shirt off and you followed suit. You had no bra underneath, you were left in just your panties. The cabin was getting chilly with the electricity being off, and you stood to throw the blanket you’d been using onto the floor between the couch and fireplace and quickly sat down. Ville smiled and slinked down off the couch to join you, placing himself on top of you between your legs.

Ville kissed you deeply as he wiggled out of his pants down to his boxers. He slowly and rhythmically rolled his hips, grinding his hard erection against your panties making you moan into his kiss. You loved when he dry humped you like this, it was flirty. It reminded you of messing around as a teen together and caused you to get even more wet.

“God you’re fucking beautiful.” he breathed against the skin of your neck, leaving little kisses under your ear. His hand traveled south, rubbing against your clothed mound. You rolled your hips against his hand, eager for him to touch you, and he quickly complied. You were soaking wet, making Ville chuckle. “Someone’s excited. I’ll bet you want me deep inside you, hm?” he purred in your ear, causing you to shiver. The baritone in his voice was practically orgasmic by itself.

“God yes, please.” you replied breathlessly.

Ville continued to kiss and nip at your neck as he got out of his boxers and began helping you remove your panties. “Lay back, let me take care of you.” he coaxed.

You laid down flat on your back, the blanket warmed from the fire closeby. “Spread your legs for me, there you go…” he continued, placing one of your legs over his shoulder as he kissed down your belly until he reached his destination. He kissed you gently, right over your clit causing it to throb with desire.

You felt his tongue drag delicately over your slit, still teasing and driving you mad. You moaned in agonizing anticipation, you wanted him to ravish you, but he was taking his time. Ville knew your ticks, he knew just how to keep you on the edge of climax the entire time so that when he finally pushed you over the finish line it would be explosive.

Deeper his tongue went, and your body was electrified. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as he licked and kissed every part of you. Quickly flicking his tongue repeatedly over your clit your legs began to tremble and stiffen.

“Ffffuck…” you groaned, your orgasm creeping up on you.

His mouth enveloped you, like he was taking a bite out of the juiciest fruit and he wanted every drop of its sweet nectar. It was like he was making out with your pussy and it drove you crazy.

“God please just give it to me.” you groaned.

“Well I do love when you call me God...” he muttered egotistically, biting his lip and placing his tip at the entrance of you, but not before rubbing it gently over your swollen clit, causing your hips to buck with painful wanting. “Look at me.” he instructed, and you immediately obeyed, willing to do anything to feel him inside you. “Good girl.” he praised before slowly entering you. “I just wanted to see those pretty eyes as I slid my cock in.” he smirked, groaning as he pushed as deep as he could. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.”

“How bad?”

You didn’t answer, you just whined wanting to to be fucked hard. Ville grinned, knowing he was winning whatever competition he had with himself in his head.

Throwing both your legs over his shoulders he began rhythmically thrusting, you could both hear just how wet you were, and you could feel how rock solid he’d become from all of the foreplay. He couldn’t help but stare at your face, mouth agape as he slowly fucked you. Taking care to thrust right up against your spot, the one he had memorized that would take you just to the edge of orgasm before he’d back off, building the burning desire within you both. He edged you multiple times until it became too much, you removed your legs from over his shoulders to around his waist, locking your feet behind his back. You wanted him deep and hard and you wanted to cum all over him.

Ville grunted as confirmation that the message was received. He began thrusting harder and deeper, picking up the pace. At the point, the only sounds aside from your load moans was the crackling fire and the sound of your bodies slapping against each other and echoing off the walls.

Ville’s eyes were shut tight, breathing through clenched teeth as he methodically pushed you towards your climax while trying to keep his at bay. He was never particularly vocal, but the occasional slip of a delicate, agonized moan from him suddenly propelled you over the edge. Your legs stiffened and locked around his lower back, as your pussy vice-gripped around his dick. “God yes. Please don’t– don’t stop.” wave after wave of rapture coursed over your body. “Fuck! Oh my god, Ville, yes!” you screamed as your orgasm rippled through your entire body.

“Oh… oh fuck.” Ville grunted as his hips twitched, “I’m cumming. Fuck, I’m cumming.” his eyes shut tight, mouth agape, a single strangled moan escaped him as he filled you. His chest heaved and body shivered as he came down from the high and rolled off of you to the warm blanket. Lying flat on his back he regulated his breathing and you rolled into him, head lying on his chest. You could hear his heart pounding.

“I love you.” he breathed.

“I love you too.” you replied sleepily, your voice raspy from screaming.

“Our neighbors probably heard you.” he chuckled. “It’s just as well, they should know Ville Valo knows how to fuck properly.”

You rolled your eyes, “Of course you’d say something dumb like that.”

“Shall I grab the pillows and blankets from the bed? Make up a little nest here in front of the fire for us to sleep in?” Ville suggested. You nodded happily, staring into the fire. “And then round two?” he asked with a smile, kissing the top of your head. You nod even more enthusiastically, making him laugh. “Your wish is my command.” he kissed the top of your head once more before getting up, still naked.

Before he could pull his clothes back on, the lights flickered and turned back on.

“See? I told you it wouldn’t be long.” you teased.

[noisyquokka]

Lights Out

PAIRING - Changmin x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - Changmin finds out you're a bit of a scaredy-cat and starts pranking you. Little does he know, you have a few of your own tricks up your sleeve.

WORDCOUNT - 1.7k

WARNINGS - Humor, Roommate!Changmin, some cursing, mentions of rodents (although they're fake), this is literally just two roommates testing each other, very sibling coded

A/N - Short n' sweet... also a little silly 🤠 just a funny lil thought I had!

"Fucking hell- Changmin!!"

Footsteps can be heard from down the hall, each one taken with purpose as Changmin counted down to the very last second that his bedroom door would swing open. The hinges protest to your intrusion like they always do, your shadow shifting away from the doorframe. He side-eyes you from his spot on his bed, quick reflexes catching the giant rat that he'd planted in your bedroom hours ago.

"Woah, that's one big rodent!" He feigns horror, patting the rubber rodent's stomach dramatically. Changmin should be a little worried by the daggers you're shooting at him, but he can't be bothered. Even when you grab for a pillow from his bed.

"Quit hiding shit in my room!!" Each word is followed by one hefty wallop. He leans away, bringing a hand up to shield the brunt of them. Still, he continues to tease.

"You found this in your room?!" He asks, wide-eyes flitting between you and the rat. "I told you to clean, didn't I? Rats love junk food!"

"I'm gonna kill you, Ji Changmin." You mutter, and for a moment, Changmin feels a chill run up his spine. You had muttered those words a little too calmly. But he rolls his eyes and waves you off, focusing back on the video game he was playing prior to you barging in.

"At least go and clean your room first. I have a game to beat."

He runs a hand through his tousled hair, grabs the controller and unpauses the game. You groan, throwing the pillow at his head and rushing out of the room. 

For the past months, you've had to deal with this. You'd been evicted from your apartment due to noise complaints from older neighbors and there were no other affordable apartments nearby. Anxiety had reared it's ugly head at the idea that you may be stuck couch surfing for a while, or worse. So when your best friend, Chanhee, had mentioned Changmin's extra bedroom, you thought you'd heard angels singing. After all, you'd met Changmin a few times and the two of you got on pretty well.

What you hadn't known about was his little obsession for horror. All it took was one conversation about how much you disliked scary movies and you knew you screwed up. It was a week after you moved in that Changmin planted the first prank; a whole grudge girl in the shower. You hadn't noticed it until you peeled the shower curtain back, greeted by a mop of black hair and pale white complexion. To say you had been surprised would be the understatement of the century. You had yelped so loudly, that your neighbors checked in to make sure everything was alright. Answering the door with a towel on was embarrassing enough without giving them the reason for your shrieks. To top it all off, he wasn't even home when it all went down. That didn't stop you from chewing him out over text.

And so, days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, each prank getting less and less tame. And you slowly grew restless over the whole fiasco. Sure, it was funny at first. Now it was getting old.

You flopped down on your bed, face down into the pillow. Disgruntled and exhausted. In reality, Changmin was a great roommate. He was never late on rent, cleaned up after himself, cooked on the nights you didn't eat out, and never complained about the friends you had over. He was also a pretty good listener when you needed a shoulder to lean on. The only complaint you were allowed at this point was the constant attempts to scare you. And with Halloween around the corner, you were sure he was concocting something crazier. Most of his pranks had been much too tame when it came to a horror fan. You weren't sure if that was just Changmin being nice enough to keep them that way, or if he was building up for something. Either way, you weren't gonna sit idly by and allow him another chance to scare you.

You roll onto your back, eyes closed as you take a deep breath.

"You want war, Ji Changmin?"

Your gaze settles on the ceiling above, daggers in the drywall.

"I'll give you war."

—

The apartment door shuts with a thud as Changmin slips his shoes off at the door. The bags hang off his arms in a swath, socked feet thumping against the hall floor as he makes his way into the kitchen. The TV in the living room hums the score of a familiar movie, and Changmin turns his head to see you curled up on the sofa. His eyes flit to the TV screen.

"How many times can one person rewatch Piranha in a year?"

"You're cute. I could watch this once a day for the rest of the year, better watch yourself." You quip, glancing over the back of the sofa with a teasing glint in your eye.

The man scoffs, but a quirk of a smirk finds his lips as he sets the bags on the counter.

"Or you could help with putting all this away while I start on dinner..." He says. You roll your eyes but you get up anyway, pausing the movie. "I thought you didn't like horror."

"I don't." You reply, glancing at him with an arched brow. Brown eyes watch as you round the sofa, deft fingers reaching for one of the shopping bags sitting on the counter. 

"You're aware that's a horror movie, right?" He asks, his lips tilting in a sly grin as he begins pulling the ingredients for tonight's dinner from a bag. 

"But it's pretty stupid more than scary." 

"Ah yes, the idea of piranhas eating me alive isn't terrifying at all!" He rolled his eyes, turning to the cutting board on the opposite counter. You mirror his reaction with a muttered, "shut it" that has both of you biting back smiles. The unpacking begins.

You're fairly quick, thanks to Changmin's bagging abilities. Everything is always organized by where they go in the kitchen; pantry items, refrigerated items, frozen items... it makes your job easier. By the time you're finished, the apartment is beginning to smell like a home-cooked meal. The aroma of savory spices fill your nostrils. Your stomach groans, and you glance over to the cutting board where Changmin is busy slicing up vegetables.

"Everything's packed away." You tell him, grabbing a drink from the fridge.

"Thanks. Dinner should be ready in a few."

He's so focused on slicing the carrots he'd bought, but he doesn't miss your presence to his left. Swift fingers that snag a freshly-sliced carrot to the side of the cutting board. He looks over, his eyes flitting to your shoulders as you slink back toward the living room sofa. Back to your pretty stupid horror movie.

It isn't longer than thirty minutes that Changmin's sitting down beside you with two rice bowls in his hands. He slides the bowls onto the table, settling into the cushions with a heavy sigh. You thank him and dig in, watching as the credits roll on the current episode. He takes a bite, brown eyes shifting to you.

"Think we could watch a horror movie or something?"

"Respectfully, Changmin, you watch horror movies all year long." You mumble, swallowing the food in your mouth. "Plus, this is a horror movie. You said so, yourself."

"Respectfully, you've watched this movie like forty times since you moved in two months ago."

You stare him down for a long moment, eyes narrowed.

"Touché..." You huff, reaching for the remote. "Which movie?"

"Train to Busan?"

"Classic..."

"Hey, it's a good movie!" He argues, gaze set firmly on the television screen as you search through the streaming services collection for said title.

"Yeah, I know." You say, a smirk pulling your lips. You bring another fork full of rice and veggies to your mouth, waiting for the titles to load when Changmin goes to sit up.

"I need a bathroom break, hang on."

"Mm, can you grab my phone in my room?" You ask. "It's on the charger by my nightstand."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll grab your blanket to shield your eyes, too." He mutters the last part, but it's loud enough to hear.

"Oh, har har!" You scoff, earning yourself a crooked grin from over his shoulder as he disappears down the hall.

His feet pad down the hall, fingers slipping over the bedroom door that you had left ajar. Brown eyes lock on the cellular device sitting on the surface of the side table, full battery icon on the screen. Changmin pulls the charger from the device and turns back toward the door, stopping short. Brown eyes blink.

In the darkness of the adjacent bathroom, a humanoid shadow stands in the mirror. The bathroom light clicks on, illuminating the space in a warm glow. But the shadow is gone. Changmin's brow furrows, tilting his head as he slowly approaches the door. Slender fingers reach around the doorframe for the bathroom light switch, and the flip of the switch perks his ears, shrouding the bathroom in darkness once more. The shadow reappears, flinching in the glaze of the mirror and Changmin jumps in the slightest. He flips the light on again.

"What the hell-"

The light above the mirror flickers until it blows, and the shadow in the mirror reappears, cocking its head like a dog. Just as Changmin is about to call for you, the figure is jumping toward him.

You hear the thundering footsteps down the hallway, but you can't help yourself. The poker face isn't salvageable. When Changmin rounds the corner, he's panting and ready to tell you to call the cops. That there's an intruder in the apartment. But here you sit on the sofa, doubled over with tears in your eyes and a stomach ache brewing. It's then and there that Ji Changmin pieces everything together.

"You fucking suck, you know that." He tosses your phone at you and you scramble for it before it hits your stomach.

"What's wrong, Changmin?" You ask, wiping the tears from your eyes. "I thought you could handle the horrors and spooks."

"How'd you even do that?"

"Oh, just a little projection device above the door frame." You smirk, clearly proud of yourself. Changmin just stares, mouth open as he goes through the five stages of grief.

"I thought you were scared of shit like that?"

You shrug.

"Guess it changes you when you spend the last two months getting pranked by your roommate..."

It's safe to say you were victorious, as the pranks stopped altogether after that evening.

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[miagwynwrites]

The Dog

Genre: it's a lil spooky nothing horrible :)

CW: none

Length: 1k+

Summary: a bump in the night ruins your movie night

Pairings: hamin x female reader

A/N: horror hahaha I’m kidding it’s just a fun lil story. No warnings or anything this time but I did want a title. I just decided on making one more Halloween themed fic cause I just had to for my sweet Hamin. So here <3 Tagging: @atinystaypixie @13th-floor-in-moonstone 🦬

“What’s that horrible noise?”

“It’s coming from the basement. I’m going to take a look. If I don’t come back run far away as fast as you can and don’t look back.”

“Oh please I beg of you! Please don’t go! Don’t leave me, let me go with you!”

“I said run far do you understand me?! Don’t look back!”

“Oh my god this is so dramatic. Doesn’t he know not to go in the basement? That’s where the monster is what a dumbass.” You said throwing a handful of popcorn at the tv.

“Must you ruin the movie babe? It’s old it’s supposed to be stupid.” Hamin said throwing popcorn at you. You turned to him and rolled your eyes beginning to laugh. You and your boyfriend Hamin had sat down to watch some horror movies for Halloween and he picked the worst one you’ve ever seen. “I’m sorry this movie just sucks. I mean when was it even made? Before logic existed?” You asked before yawning.

“Uh I think the 70’s? It was one of the greatest horror movies ever made apparently. Everything being black and white except for the blood adds to the effect of horror. You’re ruining it.” Hamin said putting popcorn in his mouth. You smiled and snuggled closer into Hamin.

“Maybe we should just cuddle and kiss instead huh? I have a few bags of candy I got we could eat and” you were cut off when Hamin shoved a handful of popcorn in your mouth. You glared at him but only for a second. The popcorn was just so good honestly Hamin was like a popcorn making pro. Plus he had the cutest smile on his face watching your reaction. “Just watch the movie babe.”

The further on the movie went the more spooky and unsettling it actually got. Some scene had you hiding behind the pillow from the couch. Hamin wrapped his arm around you to comfort you. Both of you were pretty into the movie. All of a sudden you heard a noise causing you to jump dropping the bowl of popcorn. “H-Hamin, w-what was that?” You asked grabbing onto his arm.

“I don’t know. Stay here.” He said standing up.

“Oh hell no I’m going with you.” You said latching onto his sweater. You two slowly made your way to the kitchen where you heard the noise coming from. You heard it again upon approaching the window that sat above the sink. You clung tighter to Hamin’s arm. The damn moonlight shone on your boyfriend’s face as he pushed his glasses up and he looked so beautiful you weren’t paying attention to the noise until you heard it again. You screamed and Hamin started laughing.

“Babe I’m sorry but look.” He said pulling you over to the window. You started laughing seeing the tree branch hitting the window in the wind. “Oh my god ok I guess that’s pretty funny. Let’s go continue the movie. You and Hamin made your way back into the living room and you picked up the pieces of popcorn that fell on the floor and sat them in the bowl on the side table. Cuddling into Hamin he pulled the throw off the side of the couch and placed it over your legs. You laid with your head against his chest holding his hand.

For the most part the movie had settled down a bit. There was a few more mild deaths and it was getting to the climax of the movie. You were squeezing Hamin’s hand tight so caught up in the movie. “Is it too scary for you? Are you alright?” He asked caressing the side of your face. You ignored him until you saw a scene that really spooked you. You immediately hid in Hamin’s chest grabbing the soft material of his sweater. “Is it over yet?” You asked shaking.

“No, I’ll let you know when it is.” He said pulling you into him softly petting the back of your head. You could hear the sounds in the movie and it was really bothering you.

“Do you want me to turn it off? He asked you. You shook your head. “No, you can finish watching it I’ll just stay here. Where it’s safe.” You sat in his arms a little longer, peaking out every once in a while to see if the movie was over yet. The natural smell of Hamin on his sweater was comforting.

“Ok love, it’s over now.” As soon as you raised up you heard another noise that had you back in his chest. “Hamin did you hear that?” You asked voice shaky. “I didn’t.” He said turning the movie off. “That movie really scared you didn’t it?” He asked.

“I swear I heard someone.” When you heard it again you looked at Hamin. Hamin pushes his glasses up again. “Babe, remember the tree? I’m sure it’s nothing. Stay here this time okay? I’ll be right back.” Hamin put the blanket back on you and you wrapped yourself up in it cuddling into the pillow you had previously hid behind. You watched Hamin go into the kitchen again. He looked at the window left the kitchen into the next room and back out towards you. He stopped in front of the back door and looked at you when you heard the same noise again. Hamin stepped toward the door peaking out.

“W-What is it?” You asked sitting up on the couch. Hamin grabbed the door handle and slowly opened the door. You heard something and then a blur entered the house knocking Hamin to the ground. His glasses falling off his face. You rushed over to him a sigh of relief being lifted of your chest.

“It’s just Clara.” Hamin said as you handed him his glasses. You helped him up and both watched as the fluffy cloud with legs trotted into the living room stopping to sniff the carpet for any popcorn you missed. She looked up at you and cheerfully barked before making herself at home on the couch. You and Hamin giggled on the way back to the couch. You snuggled next to Clara her head immediately resting on your lap. “Let’s watch something else huh? Maybe less scary?” Hamin suggested.

That’s about it. It wasn’t super spooky tho I just wanted to write something with Hamin where you can cuddle with him cause I am Hamin starved haha :( I miss him a lot :(

[luvrlou]

"Please Cuddle Me All Day"

Pairing: Richie Tozier x GN!Reader

Warnings: Sexual References, Richie Tozier Jokes

Summary: Your boyfriend Richie comes over to hang out with you but all you want to do is sleep.

A/N: I have not been on Tumblr for a LONGG time

Word Count: 0.5k

You groaned as the noise of your door swinging open interrupted your blissful slumber. You turned over as you suspected that it was your mum coming to wake you.

“Mum, it’s too early,” you mumbled, shoving your face further into your pillow.

“Woah, Y/N call me mummy next time, better yet daddy!” A familiar voice laughed, the voice belonged to none other than your boyfriend, Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier.

“Shut up Rich!” You groaned, turning to face the boy, who had a absolutely massive smirk playing on his lips.

“Aw don’t be mean,” he pouted, leaning down towards you.

“Get out my room so I can change,” you said, pointing towards your wide open door.

“Do I have to leave?” He whined, giving you a knowing look.

“Yes Rich! Out!” You giggled, placing a rushed kiss on his cheek before shooing him out.

Quickly you slammed the door shut, just as he fully got out of the way of the door. You walked over to the dresser piled full of a wide variety of tops and bottoms. You pulled out a white vest, a pair of black shorts and one of Richie’s oversized Hawaiian shirts.

When you opened your bedroom door you could see Richie standing in your hallway looking like a lost puppy, you smiled to yourself as you walked over to him.

“Babe finally!” He cheered, speed-walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you.

“I didn’t take that long Rich,” You laughed, rolling your eyes.

He looked down at you with a rather large pout, “Anyway, what are we doing today?”

“We aren’t doing anything, me on the other hand is going back to bed.” You smiled, pulling away from Richie and walking back towards your bedroom.

“I am going to take that as a ‘Richie please cuddle me all day’ and to that I say yes, yes I will!” He grinned walking into your room after you.

You decided to keep your mouth shut and not protest as you weren’t exactly upset at the idea of cuddling your lanky boyfriend all day. You walked over to your bed and threw yourself onto it, Richie following you. You hear him let out a small sigh as he cuddles into you, his soft curls tickling your neck.

It was all silent and comfortable until Richie’s voice piped up, “hey Y/N?”

“Yes Rich,” you sighed.

“I’m bored!” He whined, throwing his head back dramatically.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help smiling, “well what do you want to do then Rich?”

He hummed, “I want...” he pondered for a second, “I want to go visit the Quarry!”

“Do we have to?” You groaned, turning and burying your head into Richie’s chest.

“Yes!”

With that, he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of your bed, another loud groan came from you as he brought you to your feet.

He pretty much dragged you down the stairs, if anyone saw that they would think you were getting kidnapped by a freakishly-tall teenager in a Hawaiin shirt.

[mediocre-daydreams]

the one where the protein shake plays matchmaker

pairing: bucky barnes x gn! avengers! reader

summary: you and bucky barnes can find any reason to hate each other. new york can find any reason to believe you two are together. when steve asks you to do a co-interview with bucky, the two of you are barraged by dating rumors that you vehemently deny and it breaks bucky’s heart. do you really find the thought of being with bucky so revolting?

w/c: 10k

warnings: angst with a happy ending! (it’s not a fluffy ending, but there’ll be more parts to come with the fluff u guys deserve.) bucky’s an asshole, ur an asshole, but bucky’s also vulnerable and insecure and ur so fucking confused, and sam was joking the whole time but damn it actually happened. not proof read!!!

a/n: this is the longest fic i’ve ever written i literally woke up this morning, sat at the kitchen table, and blacked out for the entire day until this monstrosity of a piece was produced. peace out.

it was all sam’s fault. (but isn’t it always sam’s fault?)

you were nursing a freshly brewed coffee, the top half of your body folded over tony’s white onyx dupont corian marble countertops—which he just had installed two weeks ago and would kill you if he saw how casually you were treating them—when sam called you from his spot on the couch.

“hey, get over here,” he snorted. “you’re gonna wanna see this.”

you made no effort to move. “i’m looking at you right now, sam.” it wasn’t a lie; your spot from the countertop gave you a perfect view of sam’s lounging profile as he pointed the remote at the TV, aggressively pressing the volume button so you couldn’t avoid at least hearing whatever news he wanted you to see.

“...and the former Winter Soldier, otherwise known as Sargent James Barnes, are taking the internet by storm as young fans flood social media with pictures of the two cozying up outside a local café after the Avengers returned from an appearance in Manhattan.” you could hear the smile in the reporter’s voice. “personally, i’ve been a believer since the park bench incident, but many twitter users are claiming this is the ultimate confirmation of their relationship.”

“okay, what the hell?” you abandoned your coffee, stalking over to where sam was sitting smugly. “you’re telling me that james fucking barnes is in a relationship? are we talking about the same barnes? tall, brooding, bitchy barnes?” you roll your eyes as you slouched into the cushions and nuzzled into sam’s shoulder.

“yeah, in a relationship with you, hon.” sam tilted his head, resting it atop yours.

“ha ha, it’s too early for your bad jokes and you already tore me away from my caffeine fix.”

you could feel sam shuffling from above you, his breathy laugh making you suspicious.

“i’m not joking—just look.”

“FINALLY,’ one twitter user says, in all caps. i mean, that much is obvious.” the screen flashes with images of you and bucky, the two of you making eye contact in battle, walking next to each other through times square, you tending to his wounds on the sidewalk, and what you imagine to be the park bench incident that one of the reporters referred to earlier—bucky and you practically nose-to-nose, his cheeks flushed and your eyebrows furrowed.

“what the fuck? what is this?” you throw yourself off sam, the top of your head slamming into his chin in your haste. sam clutches his jaw, groaning dramatically before he flings himself on top of you, one hand coming up to his forehead as he gasps, pretending to faint.

“you’ve killed me! oh, what will bucky say when he finds out the love of his life is a murderer? what will he do when you’re jailed for manslaughter?” sam cages you with his arms, grinning maniacally from his perch a few inches above your face.

“sam, what the fuck? what did i just watch?” before sam can answer, you hear a loud and familiar scoff from the doorway.

“nobody wants to watch you make out in the kitchen, princess. it’s making me lose my appetite.” bucky strides in and your scowl immediately deepens. you wrestle yourself out from underneath sam.

“how many times have i told you to stop with that? we’re not making out, so stop taking your hangriness out on me, gramps.”

“sure, that explains why he’s literally on top of you. god, i see you guys groping each other so often that the image is practically branded into my mind.”

“groping? grope- so you can’t get me out of your mind, is that it? perv.”

bucky doesn’t give you the satisfaction of an answer, but you take it to mean that you’ve won. “right, and now you’ve got nothing to say? good, because i can’t stand your stupid, grating voice criticizing everything i do.” you’re on the verge of getting up and shoving yourself in front of his aggravating face just to prove a point, but sam interrupts your thoughts.

“ah, a lover’s quarrel. what is it, 7:30? this has got to be a record.” sam whips his phone out. “smile for the camera! TMZ is going to eat this up. imagine the headlines! ‘trouble in paradise: avengers star crossed couple bickering after jealous tensions arise.’”

“jealous?” bucky sneers. “what have i got to be jealous of? you two are sickening.” you realize how closely you’re still sitting next to sam.

“you’re just envious because you haven’t gotten any since the 40s.” you scoot away from sam’s side, refusing to give bucky more ammunition. “admit it, you wish women liked you as much as they like me.” it’s a bit of a low blow, and you’re aware. since becoming a public feature amongst the avengers, patching up his reputation has been a slow process. meanwhile, new york adores you. you can’t go anywhere without people asking you for autographs and pictures, but you don’t mind. you’re honored that the city entrusts you with the duty of protecting them, so you figure the least you can do is repay them with these small requests and warm smiles. bucky, on the other hand, mainly receives nervous glances and parents pulling their children closer to their sides. on the off chance some giddy fan requests a picture, bucky glowers until they leave with dejection painted across their faces. it’s no wonder bucky hasn’t been on any dates.

“right, because i’m so jealous of all your tiktik edits. slow motion close-ups of your face and body in different colors? alright doll, i’m sure women eat that up.” he’d never admit it, but he has seen some of your edits, and if he were to be objective, they were quite flattering. but, if he was to be subjective, he’d never personally be attracted to them.

sam coughed, hiding a laugh and bucky’s mispronunciation of the social media app.

“you know what? enjoy your protein shake, or whatever it is that appeases your masculinity. your testosterone is giving me a migraine.” you’re out of the room in a minute, taking your frustration from the room. bucky’s moodiness still loomed.

“the sexual tension is off the charts,” sam teased. bucky tensed, freezing as he measures his protein powder. (you were right, he does drink protein shakes.) “why can’t you guys just fuck already?”

bucky stammered. the tips of his ears were heating up, and he thanked himself for not getting that haircut. his brown locks are shorter than before, but still tousled enough to cover his ears when he’s sporting bedhead. “sexual tensi- sam, are you insane? i’m not gonna fuck your girl.”

sam had the audacity to laugh. to guffaw. bucky turned around, his confusion evident.

“my- my girl?” he’s wheezing, clutching his stomach. bucky didn’t have time for this.

“yes, why-” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “why do you keep talking about your girlfriend like that? i know it’s none of my business, or whatever, but it’s disrespectful. and for your information, i would never feel that way towards her, so you don’t have to worry.”

“my girl. my girl!” sam caught his breath, exaggeratingly fanning himself. “she’s not my girl, bucky. my girl, holy shit. my girl?” sam’s in disbelief, repeating the words as if he’s trying to process the absolute ludicrousy of it all. “that’s… that’s kind of disgusting, honestly. she’s like, my baby sister. do you need to get your prescription updated? they’ve been my sibling since they started here. i’m pretty sure they got me one of those gag gift “best older brother” mugs at some point, it might still be in the cabinet.” he gestured to behind bucky, where the tower’s impressive collection of mugs was hidden behind sliding glass.

bucky dug through the treasure chest of porcelain. sure enough, there was the mug, hidden in the back and collecting dust. ugly comic sans spelled out “i love my big brother,” with a red heart in lieu of the word love.

“i- so you guys aren’t together?”

“god, no! do you know how much younger they are than me? well, actually, not by much. but young enough that i view them as practically a child.”

bucky couldn’t help the boil in his stomach at that. “they’re not a child, sam. they’re an adult, and very capable of pissing me off just like an adult. as much as i hate children, they’re not capable of being such bi-” bucky refrained from using the word ‘bitches,’ knowing of its dehumanizing undertones and historical abuse against non-male people, and had decided to remove it from his vocabulary all together. he had been reading modern books and recently, gotten into feminism. bucky was still an equal opportunity offender, though. he wasn’t sexist—he hated you just as much as he hated sam. he opted for insulting sam. “don’t be an ansshole, sam.”

“why are you so worried, buck? you want them all to yourself, don’tcha?”

“are you kidding me? i can’t stand them! they’re so- argh, they make me want to- god, they’re so mouth it makes me want to gag them.”

“kinky.”

“i swear to god, sam. you’re not going to live to see your precious sibling again because i am going to come and murder you.” he started towards the couch, fists clenched.

“wait! before you bash in my pretty face, i’ve got something to show you.” bucky couldn’t help his curiosity as he took the phone from sam’s hands. “it’s a tiktok edit, the type you were talking about earlier.”

bucky had never realized people made tiktok edits of him. he was secretly flattered. the video had captured his good side, too. “and this is relevant how?” sam didn’t need to answer, because a few seconds later, bucky’s eyes looked like they were bulging out of his head. the video had gotten to the slow motion bit, and you had come on screen. the video showed you grabbing bucky’s hand mid-battle to drag him out of harm’s way, sparkles and hearts fluttering around the two of you. it cut to another slow motion of you two sending a silent message as you made eye contact from across the street, and then the video zoomed in on both of your faces as the music crescendoed. bucky, utilizing his new knowledge of the modern world, tapped on the comments. they were flooded with bullshit messages like “the way they look at each other <33” and “i want what they have” and even “somebody run me over with a bus.” he didn’t understand the last one, but the first two confirmed his fears.

“sam, do people- do people think we’re together?”

sam chortled. “if by people, you mean all of new york, then yes.” bucky’s face turned beet red as he tossed the phone back to his annoying friend as if it were a hot coal.

“oh god, oh my god… out of everyone, it has to be them?”

“don’t look so disgusted, man. we all know you guys have the hots for each other.”

bucky was running his hands through his hair in distress as he paced. just then, wanda appeared, dragging natasha behind her as she chattered on about the new sneakers she was getting pietro as natasha suggested colors. “aw, bucky’s blushing! i saw that video of you guys on the news, it was really cute. congrats on finally getting together!”

natasha smirked, a little more perceptive than the optimistic wanda. “yeah, congrats. i’m guessing the make-up sex was good, then? i heard a lot of noise this morning.”

“we are not together!” bucky growled.

“huh, really? could’ve fooled me. your thoughts are so loud about her, bucky. i don’t mean to read them or anything, but sometimes they’re just so strong that i can’t help it. i thought it was because you really loved her, or something.” wanda smiled, completely oblivious. “it’s kind of romantic, honestly.”

“in love with them?” bucky looked horrified. “please, i can’t even look them in the eye. they make me sick. i have to hold back my puke every time i’m near them.”

wanda, simultaneously preparing an omelette for her and natasha, shrugged. natasha quirked an eyebrow.

“sounds an awful lot like butterflies, buck. just sayin’.” she and wanda were quick to return to cooking as bucky stood here, shaking his head in shock. him? loving you? loudmouthed, arrogant, know-it-all you? you with the savior complex and big heart? big hearts were a weakness. they made you vulnerable.

bucky squished his face together, sighing. “i’m done with this conversation,” he mumbled. he looked down at his protein shake, which had begun to warm up in his hand as he had neglected it in favor of talking about you. he couldn’t help it—you were just so infuriating, how could he not think about you?

--

it was all steve’s fault. (captain america was not the golden boy everyone made him out to be.)

“have you lost it? bucky and i, doing an interview? first of all, you know that he’s going to provoke me the whole time. we’re gonna be at each others’ throats, and is that really the image you want to project? that the avengers can’t even get along? and second, he’s not exactly the most well liked right now. no offense to you, steve, but not everyone can see bucky the way you do. it’s all so new to everyone, and to him too, and it’s a lot to expect him to represent us. you, more than anyone, should know how antsy he gets around cameras. all the questions are gonna make him uncomfortable, and let’s be realistic, they’re going to be invasive questions too. he’s literally just started therapy, and expecting him to uncover all the details of his past to be broadcasted to the entire nation is kind of fucked up.”

steve looked at you with a look in his eye that you couldn’t quite place, as if he knew something you didn’t. “i know it’s asking a lot of him, and you too, but i think this is really going to help. having him open up a bit is going to show the people that he’s not the winter soldier anymore, but that he’s bucky barnes, a former soldier and a hero. people adore you, and you know that. your presence is going to humanize him. if you guys could just get along for an hour, you could do wonders for his public image. and yes, i know he hates cameras. but part of his distaste is because he knows they’re going to pin him in a bad light, but with you by his side, this could finally be the chance for him to get some positive attention. and if the interview goes really well, i’m hoping that positive press can be more permanent.”

you sigh, running the pros and cons through your head. on one hand, you hated his guts. he hated yours too, and because of that, you didn’t owe him anything. he was a big boy, he could handle his own problems. plus, you didn’t want to play babysitter for him of all people. you knew that you’d both hate it.

but still, this was bucky barnes. he might be indifferent and rude and self-absorbed, but he was still just a man overcoming his trauma. you could understand that—he was a POW thrust nearly 80 years into the future only to be harassed and hated by the public. he deserved a little bit of peace, and if one measly interview could change the way people treated him, maybe it was worth it. it would be selfish, you thought, to let your own hatred for him prevent him from that opportunity for happiness that would finally come from positive public attention.

“fine. i’ll do it.” you steeled your jaw. “but it’s not for him. not whatsoever. i just- i pity him, that’s all. it must suck for everyone to think you’re a dick, even if you kind of are. but this is the only time i’m ever doing anything for him—i mean, with him—so don’t get used to it.”

“thank you,” steve took your hands in his large ones, fingers curling over your defeated wrists. “this means so much to me. this’ll mean so much to him, too.”

you turned on your heel, calling over your shoulder. “send me the information. and let him know not to get the wrong impression—i still hate him.”

steve chuckled, looking down at the ground with amusement.

bucky cursed the world when he heard the news. “with them? are you kidding me? the whole interview is going to be about how kind and selfless and universally adored they are, it’s not going to help at all! plus, we’re going to be at each others’ throats and then it won’t matter what kind of press i’ll get because i’ll be in jail for first degree murder, you punk! please, dear god, please cancel it.”

“i can’t cancel it, buck. it’s scheduled for tomorrow.” bucky groaned, running his hands down his face. “it’s only an hour of screentime, and you’ll probably only be with them for a total of three hours.”

“why are there two extra hours, then?”

“you’ll have to get ready, and then you’ll probably stay and talk with the producers afterwards. it’s only polite. it’s live, so the audience will most likely want to meet you too.”

“steve, as much as i despire dr. raynor, i’m going to tell her about how insufferable you are. maybe she can issue me a medical exemption, because there’s no way this could be good for my mental health.”

“sorry, bud. i actually talked to dr. raynor about this, and she thinks it’d be good for you to make a public appearance and get people to like you more. something about a weight off your shoulders and team cooperation or whatnot. plus, you know dr. raynor would probably end up scheduling an extra session with you if you bailed, so the interview is probably the lesser of two evils.”

“fine. you know what? fine. but if the devil reincarnated doesn’t come back unscathed, don’t blame me.” bucky hung up with an aggressive tap on his screen, muttering a string of profanities under his breath.

--

it was wanda’s fault. she insisted on styling you, putting you in this nice button down and helping you pick out a pair of cool patterned pants. you refused the loose tie, even though wanda said it made you look hot. “i don’t want to look hot, wanda. i just want to get this over with.” you whined.

“babe, looking hot will make it more enjoyable. just imagine how many memes they’re going to get out of this; don’t you want to look your best?” wanda giggled, admiring your face in the mirror as makeup artists powdered your nose. bucky sat in the chair next to you, absolutely silent, his face expressionless as stylists attacked him with hairspray to keep that slightly windblown look in place. you had to admit, he was pretty with his hair all natural, or at least, styled with the intention of making it look so. this was all objective observation, though.

one of bucky’s stylists called your name gently. “what do you think?”

“it’s lovely, you’ve done such a wonderful job,” you smiled, genuinely appreciative for their attentive care and hard work.

“thank you! but i can’t take much credit. your boyfriend is a natural beauty,” the stylist commented as he dabbed a bit of foundation on bucky’s cheeks. bucky choked a bit. “hold still!” the stylist chided.

your stylist laughed at his reaction. “and such a sweetheart too! he’s a real good one, held the door for me and everything. you’re a real delight to work with,” she looked towards bucky, who was bewildered. “don’t tell anyone i said this, but you’re a welcome change from the snobbish interviewees we usually get. please, feel free to get interviewed more often.” she winked, applying a sheen of tint to your lips, preventing your from interjecting.

wanda’s eyes twinkled. “they’re so cute, aren’t they?” she chirped. “have you seen that picture of them on the bench?” she held her hand up to her heart. “so precious!”

your lips were finally free. “we’re not toge-”

just your luck; you were interrupted. “five minutes to showtime!” a voice called from out of view.

“thank you, five!” wanda and the stylists called. your stylist fiddled with your hair before giving you a nod of satisfaction and shooing you and bucky out. you two stood by the small hallway by the stage entrance. his body was burly enough to take up more than half the space, and you were forced so close to each other that you could feel his breath on your face. you immediately recognized the nerves—you had worn that same expression before your first interview, and you had wrung your hands in the same way, and you had trembled under clint’s reassuring gaze before he had taken your hand and squeezed it in comfort.

you wanted bucky’s interview to go well. after all, you knew what it was like to be in his shoes. cautiously, watching yourself as you slowly extended your fingers and brushed them against his. he shivered, taking a sharp inhale of air and holding his breath. his hand was too big for you to nestle your fingers between him comfortably, so instead, you nestled your palm between his. fingers wrapping around the back of his hand and tapping rhythmically, your eyes flickered up to meet his once again. his blue eyes, which had previously been stormy and dark, had lightened somewhat as they bored into yours. your heart was pounding. when was the last time you had been so nervous to be on TV? you had become somewhat of a natural, and it was all second nature. you supposed the stakes were higher this time around. now, you had to keep an eye out for bucky, and you’d be damned if you did a bad job.

bucky’s gaze snapped to the door as your cue was called, and he let go of the breath he was holding as he tightened his grip around your hand wordlessly. you gave him a small smile, eyebrows pinching sympathetically as you read the trepidation in his expressive eyes. “you’re gonna do great. just follow my lead.” he nodded, clenching his jaw in determination as you headed on stage to the cheering of an audience. the loveseat was smaller than usual, and you and bucky’s thighs brushed against each other as you settled in.

“welcome, welcome! here they are, the couple of the hour!” the crowd roared at that. your hand had begun to grow clammy, and you realized you and bucky had yet to let go of each others’ hands. you tore yours away from him quickly, wiping the perspiration on your pants as subtly as you could. you noticed his pang of hurt, quickly replaced by a fake smile.

“couple!” you laughed nervously. “i’m not sure how that rumor got started, but bucky and i are not together.” the host looked genuinely surprised.

“really? well, we respect your privacy 110%. celebrity dating can be complicated nowadays; have you seen megan fox and MGK? now that couple is the opposite of private.” you couldn’t help but laugh, breaking into another fit as the camera zoomed in on bucky’s puzzled face. you watched as he pursed his lips on the big screen behind the audience that allowed to you see how the interview was being broadcasted, which you were grateful for. you knew how notorious media could be about presentation—they could manipulate your actions and take your words out of context to frame the story in whichever way would bring in the most profit.

“so, sergeant barnes,” the host begun.

“bucky is fine.” bucky mumbled. you turned to him and mouthed “it’s okay,” and with a cute scrunch of his nose, he cleared his throat and repeated himself more confidently. “bucky is fine. ‘s what steve calls me; actually, most people i know call me that.”

“bucky, huh? now where do you get bucky from james?” bucky smiled, a true smile, as he recounted the origin of his name.

“well, james was a popular name back in the 40s.” there were a couple laughs from the audience as people remembered how old he really was—he had been adjusting to the modern look well, and with his trendy look courtesy of his stylist and timeless handsomeness, he looked as if he could be a celebrity of this time. “so steve got tired of all the mix-ups. don’t tell anyone this,” he mock whispered, holding his hand up to his mouth as he leaned over you to pretend to secretly speak the host. in the process, he had rested his hand on your thigh, gripping the softness of your skin for balance. “my middle name is buchanan. kind of embarrassing, right?”

he leaned back, removing his hand from your thigh without second thought. you were left a bit dazed, but as you blinked a few times to come to your senses, you retaliated by ruffling his hair and ruining his stylist’s hard work. “c’mon, winnie picked that one out for you. show some respect.”

he laughed, bringing his hand up to meet your own, patting it good-naturedly before removing it from the top of his head. “alright, alright. so steve took buchanan and turned it into bucky, and it’s stuck ever since. it’s a lot cooler than james barnes, and coming from the 40s, i think i need all the cool i can get.” the host chuckled, shaking his finger at bucky.

“you, my friend, are plenty cool. not sure how much you’re active on social media, bucky, but you’ve got quite the online presence.” the host pointed at you. “and you’re quite prominent on instagram, so i’m sure you’ve seen these.”

the host took out a top hat, with the base up, and you could see the folded slips of paper piled within. “would you do the honor of reading some of these out loud to us?” your face burned as you took the hat, sending the host a fake glare as you shook your head.

“you are so cruel.”

bucky was confused once more. “what is that?”

the host smiled mischievously. “that, my friend, is your online presence.”

you unfolded a slip of paper. “okay, this is a tweet from buckybarnesluver40” and it says,” you cleared your throat for dramatic effect. “all i want for christmas is for bucky barnes to crush me with his thighs,” you choked out as the audience screamed in approval. the camera zoomed in on you and bucky’s identical mortified expressions.

“hilarious! looks like the girlfriend’s not too pleased. another one, please, please!” the host said between laughs.

you reached your hand into the hat once again. “okay, another tweet. this time it’s from supersoldiersfan4life and it says “i would let bucky barnes use his knife on me in bed. i would kill to be-” your mouth dropped open. it was your name. “supersoldiersfan4life wants to be me?” you screeched.

“don’t we all? you two are the cutest. who agrees?” more screams from the crowd. more screams from within your mind. what was going on?

you swallowed hard, mustering up the courage to look over at bucky. he looked like he was receding into himself, his face a bright shade of red. you hoped you didn’t look as obviously flustered.

the host had the good grace to pluck the hat out of your hand, perhaps sensing the discomfort from both of you. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. we’re all dying to know the relationship details, but maybe that’s for another interview. for now, we’d love to know a little bit more about you, bucky. you’re a bit of an enigma.”

you were still reeling as the host asked you how you felt about bucky. “bucky, you’ve just moved into stark tower, haven’t you? can you let us know how he’s settling in? what’s the general vibe around there?”

you hesitate, not sure how to answer. obviously, you couldn’t just tell a live broadcast how much you hated the man, but you were a notoriously horrible liar. luckily, people got a kick out of your bluntness. but now wasn’t the time for that, not when you were here to try and improve bucky’s reputation. “uh, he’s a great guy, you know? i… he made a great first impression.” you didn’t need to look at the screen or bucky to know that his face was twisted into one of great surprise.

it was true, though. when you first met him, you had thought that he’d be an immediate friend. you admired how willing he was to adjust to the social norms of the 21st century, and how respectful he had been when you showed him around the tower and let him peek into your bedroom. you liked how he made eye contact with you and treated you like an equal rather than assuming you were inexperienced and incapable simply because of your age. and though you hated to admit it, you had fallen for his charms and silly jokes for the first few days you knew him—the first few days of friendliness before he decided he couldn’t stand you and before you two started an intense mutual hatred.

“you know, he’s reading all these books about cultural literacy and societal reform, which i really admire. lot of the titles came from my recommendation list, which i gave him within the first few days that we met. i have to say, it really strokes my ego every time i catch him reading the feminist literature i recommended.” the host looked surprised, but delighted. “yeah, it’s wonderful, isn’t it? he’s gone through so much, and yet he’s still so open-minded and willing to adjust to this century, which i imagine must be hard. he really is incredible.” the fondness is evident as you talk about him. you hadn’t even realized, but at some point, your body had turned away from the host and audience and begun looking at him, eyes soft as you spoke directly to the man you despised.

bucky’s eyebrows were furrowed, as if he couldn’t comprehend such kind words being meant for him, much less in front of a live audience, much less coming from you. “no, they’re too kind. they’re lovely but apparently a complete liar, because i am not what they’re making me out to be. trust me, i’m a menace to live with. i make protein shakes at 7:30 in the morning and tony’s blender is loud. you’d think for a billionaire, he’d be able to find some sort of silent one, but the man insists on the industrial-strength model. apparently, it’s the only thing that can properly mix his milkshakes.” the host laughs, as does the audience, and a screen rolls down from behind the two of you.

“we’ve actually got a video of that blender for you all, sent in by none other than the falcon, sam wilson, himself! let’s take a look.”

the video starts and the two of you share a knowing look. your eyebrows are raised and bucky’s eyes are comically wide.

“james buchanan barnes, if you don’t turn off that blender right now, i will shove your hand in there and you can find out just how much protein is in human flesh.” your frustrated voice sounded from offscreen, and as bucky stopped blending and turned around, you came into frame. you donned a pair of falcon pajama bottoms, with redwing patterned all over the navy blue fabric. they were a gift from sam last christmas, and had quickly become a favorite.

“yeah, and what are you gonna do about it, princess?” he crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one foot as you faced him, chest to chest. the camera shook as sam’s muffled laughter layered over your argument.

“motherfucker- i told you not to call me that!”

“you’ve got quite the mouth, haven’t you, love? someone ‘outa shut you up. and look, i’m right here!” he gestured to his body, smirking.

“don’t flatter yourself. i’d rather drink your nasty protein shake before kissing you.”

“now, who said anything about kissing?”

the camera trembled violently and sam’s laughter cut off abruptly as the video ended. you were hiding your face in your hands as bucky looked in the opposite direction of you, body facing the audience and head lowered.

“oh god, you are evil!” you teased the host, trying to salvage your dignity with feigned nonchalance. “we should’ve never agreed to come here.”

bucky twisted around, shaking his fist jokingly as he attempted to salvage just the same. “you’re killing me, man. i’d rather talk about HYDRA than relive these moments.”

the host leaned forward, elbows resting on the wood as the audience’s laughter slowly faded.

“yes, if you’re comfortable discussing your experiences as the winter soldier, we’d love to learn more. it seems like there’s a lot of misinformation and contradicting stories floating around, yes? do you have anything to say about all the hate?”

bucky sighed, scratching the back of his neck before getting comfortable and slinging his arm around the couch, arm brushing your back. “it’s still hard to talk about, especially when people already have their own perceptions of me and the winter soldier. but i want to make it clear, the winter soldier is a completely different person than bucky barnes. we might have shared the same body, but i had no control when the winter soldier was activated. that was all the fault of HYDRA programming and brainwashing. i’m also still learning to forgive myself for my past, but what i’ve been reminding myself is that i’m not a criminal, i’m a survivor of war. i’m still sargent barnes, who fought in WWII and lived through HYDRA kidnapping and experimentation. i guess, in some way, i’m a- a victim. and it’s hard to say that, because there’s a lot of vulnerability in admitting that you were completely powerless in a situation, but i really believe that’s the truth. and i’m hoping other people can see that as the truth as well.”

the crowd was silent, with nothing more than murmurs reaching your ears. the host was solemn. “thank you, bucky. and if it’s any consolation, everyone here in this room supports your recovery and believes in your innocence. i think the world is beginning to come to its senses as well.” you and bucky both smiled, and there was a lift in your heart that you couldn’t quite place.

“and through it all, he’s been a selfless advocate for children with prosthetics just like him.” you added, thinking back to something steve had mentioned a few weeks ago. “he volunteers at a physical therapy center and talks to the kids there; says he doesn’t need any money or credit for it, and that helping a kid out of the darkness that comes with losing a limb is enough payment for him.” you looked at him, biting your lip as it began to tremble. why were you so emotional? you squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to cry on live television.

“that’s incredible, bucky. you really don’t give yourself enough credit for all the amazing work you’ve been doing.” the host nodded gratefully at bucky, and from the audience was a shout.

“we love you, bucky barnes!” the rest of the audience burst into laughter, as did the host. you gave bucky a watery smile, and he returned it with a gentle look of his own, lips curling ever so slightly.

“on that heartfelt note, we’re unfortunately out of time, so please give it up for our two avengers!” you and bucky waved as you shuffled off stage, desperate to get away from the cameras to comprehend what had just happened.

“what the fuck was that?” you whisper-shouted, looking at bucky with something akin to terror.

“i have no idea,” he hissed, eyes darting around the hall. the two of you walked hastily, hoping to escape the studio before paparazzi and fans could cage you in. “did you tell people we were together?”

“me? why would i do that? i would never date you. that’s totally ridiculous,” you sputtered, face flushing. you would never hold his hand unless you absolutely had to, just like today, when you had to calm him down because you would be completely embarrassed if you had to do an interview with a nervous bucky barnes. it would’ve been completely distracting, having to sit next to him where he did that self-soothing thing with his hands, and then you would have had to grab his hands in front of everyone to stop him, which would’ve been even more embarrassing.

“are you blushing? ew.” he picked up his pace and you jogged to catch up with him. the two of you were nearly at the exit, and you realized that if you let him get away, you’d never be able to finish the conversation. he’d just ignore you until you inevitably got into another fight, as it always went.

“why are you so horrible?” you asserted, a little hurt at the jab which seemingly came out of nowhere. “i just did you a huge favor! do you think i wanted to do this interview with you and get completely humiliated in front of an audience? why do you have to be so crabby all the time?”

“humiliated? is it so humiliating to be seen with me?” he spat, spinning around and stopping in place. he grabbed ahold of your forearms to stop you from crashing into him. his hands, warm and calloused, pressed into your skin and grounded you. “everyone loves you, you’re such a perfect princess, aren’t you? you don’t want to be associated with the winter soldier, is that it? you’re so obsessed with what people think of you that you can’t even bear the thought that, god forbid, you’re dating me? and everyone’s telling me i deserve love and i’m trying, holy shit, i’m trying so hard to believe that. but it always comes back to you—you treat me like shit and now i see it. you still think of me as a murderer, don’t you? the idea of loving me is so outrageous that you couldn’t even look at me during that video. and you’re cruel, you know that? you’re cruel to look me in the eyes as you lie through your teeth, saying all these- these things about me when we both know they couldn’t be further from the truth. you just have to rub it in, don’t you? isn’t it enough that the world hates me? you just have to take it a step further, telling everyone all the things i do in private and then shoving it in my face that all of that kindness is just an act for the cameras!”

you wanted to yell at him for being self-deprecating, but his accusation of your character had pushed you over the edge. “goddamn it, barnes! you think the world revolves around you, don’t you? everything’s about you and the fucking winter soldier, and yeah, i get it, you went through shit! but don’t you dare attack my character when i have done nothing but try and be nice to you! do you remember when you came to the tower for the first time? i tried to be your friend until you decided one day that you were going to hate me for no reason—did you expect me to just shut up and take it? you don’t get to treat me like shit and then get mad at me for retaliating. you know, when steve asked me to do this, my immediate response was no. but even through all of this,” you waved your hand between the two of you, voice hoarse from the yelling. “i still care about you.”

“you care about me?” bucky’s voice was small, and his fingers pressed harder into your forearms. you winced, not being able to stand the super soldier’s strength any longer. his face fell as soon as he saw your expression of pain, dropping your arms immediately and backing up.

“i- look,” he started. you put your hand in the air.

“you know what? save it. yes, bucky, i care about your wellbeing because i respect you. and for a moment, i thought you might’ve respected me too-”

“i do respect you, it’s just-”

“shut up! you treat me like my existence offends you, and if you can still find a reason to hate me after me doing this interview and saying those things about you and trying to help you, then i give up. you think so lowly of me that you can find it in yourself to accuse me of all this and that’s only proof that you have no respect for me. and if that’s the way you want to play it, fine. i don’t care about people who can’t even treat me with decency.” you spat, furious.

you yanked the door open, storming out. your initial plan to avoid the crowd was out the window; fans swarmed you and cameras flashed as you shoved your way through the horde, not caring about your usual reputation for kindness towards your admirers.

bucky was hot on your tail, and you could hear his loud footsteps as he tried to catch up with you. he’d screwed up bad this time, hadn’t he? he’d screwed up your entire relationship and any possibility of neutrality since the beginning—you hadn’t done anything. it had been entirely his fault, and he’d been too childish to make amends. but he’d crossed the line today, and he knew it. he cursed himself, knowing he’d most likely lost you forever. all that bickering the two of you had? that’d be gone too. from now on, you probably wouldn’t even waste a breath on him. he was going to be nothing to you, but that was assuming he ever meant anything to you at all.

“wait, please,” he called. he could’ve easily caught up to you and pinned you against a wall to force you to talk to him, or pinned you against a wall and finally get a good look at your face and maybe even catch another sight of the smiles you had gifted him with back when you were on that loveseat and before he had fucked everything up. but he knew you’d hate that. he knew you’d hate him for taking away your autonomy, for ignoring your decision to leave, and for abusing his super-soldier status to get what he wanted from you.

“please, i’m sorry, just let me talk to you,” he pleaded, voice cracking with desperation. this was it. you were never going to talk to him again. he hated you, he really did, but he was not going to let one stupid comment ruin everything between you two. he was dumb and stubborn and full of himself, and you deserved nothing that he had done to you, but if you were going to ignore him for the rest of your lives—which he prayed would not be the ultimate outcome—he needed you to know that you hadn’t done anything wrong. he owed that to you, at least.

he lost you at the tower. you had gotten to the elevator before he had even stepped foot in the building, and he sprinted up the stairs, hoping to catch you before you left. he practically flung himself into the kitchen, knowing the first person you’d go to would be sam, who had been living on the couch recently, binge-watching toddlers and tiaras.

“woah, bucko, whatcha up to there?”

“i need to see-” he panted, looking around for you frantically.

“ah, i see. finally ready to confess your love for them, aren’t you?”

bucky paused. he stopped and he thought. he really thought this time, his face scrunched in concentration. he looked at sam incredulously.

“i- something like that, actually.” the two men both were both shocked into silence.

“uh, right! okay. they’re, um, in their room. not looking too great.” sam stared at bucky, eyes bugging. “good luck? i mean, i just- okay. Yeah.”

bucky pursed his lips, giving sam a curt nod before gathering the strength to make his way to your room. his heart was in his throat, and he thought there was a good chance that the moment he saw you, it would jump right out of his throat and land on the floor at your feet. now that would be humiliating. and it would also kill him too, but maybe that was a good thing because it meant he wouldn’t be alive to face you again.

his fist hesitated in the air as he stood by your doorway. he was sure you were aware of his presence; he wasn’t exactly a light treader. he knocked, holding his breath.

“fuck off, barnes.”

“i can’t. i have to talk to you.”

“you don’t have the right to demand anything from me. go away.”

“i can’t, i ha- you don’t have to talk to me, but please, can you just listen?”

bucky didn’t hear anything from your side of the room, which he took to be affirmative. “i- i’m sorry. i’ve been an asshole.”

you snorted mirthlessly, and he could imagine the look of repulse on your face. “to put it lightly,” you sneered.

“yeah, i know, and it’s not your fault, you know. you can hate me all you want from now on, and i deserve it. i know i deserve it, and i’m not going to try and change your mind. i just need to tell you that it wasn’t your fault. me hating you, i mean. i mean, i guess i never really hated you, it was just that, i guess-” he sighed, thoughts racing too fast to be able to articulate. “i can’t speak. you drive me insane, and i-”

“gee, thanks, barnes. way to apologize.”

“no! i don’t mean it like that, i just- i’m so sorry, please just, can you let me in? i can’t do this from outside. i know you said i didn’t respect you, but that’s not true. i respect you, and that’s why i want to say this to your face. please.”

bucky heard shuffling from behind the door. it swung open. there you were, looking small and defeated, as he towered over you like some absolute jerk. he shrunk himself, wishing for once that he could be smaller. he observed your face like he had wished he could earlier. your eyes were red-rimmed—had you been crying? you were sniffling softly, rubbing your nose. there was a tissue box on the bed and a few used bundles scattered around the floor. a thin blanket, too, was crumpled and lying on the ground. his heart broke. he stood by the doorframe, not sure what to do. you motioned to the bed, taking a seat on it yourself. the mattress sank as he placed himself a good distance away from you, but still, he turned and forced himself to look into your eyes.

“i didn’t know what to do when i first met you,” he rushed, the words flooding out of his mouth quicker than he could process them. “you were so kind to me. too kind. i didn’t think i deserved it, and i was terrified. you were… perfect. steve, my best friend, he adored you. i saw you two together all the time, and you made him laugh like i used to do. and after all steve did for me, all i could do was recluse myself in my room and give him one-word answers. steve didn’t know what to do, and as much as he tried, i could tell that he was growing tired. he’s got a lot going on, and i don’t blame him for not wanting to babysit all the time. but you were there, and you didn’t even treat me like a pity case. you weren’t some babysitter, you were my friend. my only friend, probably.” he looked at his lap, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand.

“um, i really appreciated that. i don’t think i’d had such a connection to anyone since the 40s. since steve and i met. and-” he covered his face with his hands. “this is so embarrassing, i’m- i’m sorry. i think i liked being around you… too much. and i was, well, me. and you were there, like some angel, making my life better, no, making everyone’s lives better, and i was this weight taking up all your time. and i knew that i’d be lucky if you ever even considered me a friend. i’d be lucky if you could even tolerate all my problems for more than a few weeks, so i never pushed it.”

you opened your mouth to speak, but bucky waved his hands furiously, finally meeting your eyes.

“please, just let me finish. and you can say whatever you want after.” your mouth shut, as did your eyes, as you tried to follow his words. “and you know sam and i have our own thing going on,” bucky laughed bitterly. “he didn’t trust me at first. still tries to get on my nerves now. we respect each other, of course, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s a little shit. sorry.” he shot you what you thought was an apologetic look, maybe because he knew you and sam were close.

“he was cold to me at first, and i couldn’t handle it. it was like being back there, having everyone talk to me in clipped tones as if i wasn’t there. there were some days where he wouldn’t address me at all. i don’t blame him, i guess. tony was suspicious too. you guys gave me so much more than i deserved. but with you, he was like a completely different person. you guys are so close, you know? you guys are like how steve and i used to be, before i came back all fucked up. i don’t think steve and i will ever have what we used to have, or will ever have what you and sam have. and i think- i think i was… jealous. it wasn’t just because i wanted my friendship with steve back, but because i wanted a friendship with you. no, that’s not it at all. i’m sorry, this isn’t easy for me—feelings, i mean—i’m trying, i’m trying for you. i wanted something else, something more with you. because i really liked you, and it took seeing you and sam together to realize that. i had thought you two were together-together; you were so close. and i hated myself for feeling that way towards sam’s girl, because as much as i couldn’t stand him, i couldn’t do that to you. even if i told you, it wouldn’t have changed how you felt. at that point, it was too late. i thought you were already his.

“i couldn’t burden you with my feelings, you know? i couldn’t drag you into my mess. so i tried to ignore it, and it didn’t work, because you’re fucking magnetic. you were all i could think about, and i was such a mess for you, and even then, you didn’t care. i was so incapacitated around you,” he sighed, remembering all the times he had embarrassed himself trying to compose himself around you. “and you never noticed. you never looked my way, did you? it was always about sam. i was like some second thought—not that it was your fault. i barged into your life and took up all your time and you still treated me with such kindness and i started to resent you for it. you couldn’t love me, not when you had sam, but you still had me wrapped around your finger and i’d never felt this way before so i panicked. i panicked and retreated to something familiar, which was hate. i decided i hated you.

“so… well, you know the rest. i was so stupid; you made me so nervous and i blamed it on frustration, and you made me feel and i blamed it on anger. it was torture, having to hate you. but if i wasn’t hating you then i’d have to cope with how much i liked you, and that was worse. i’d take whatever i could have, and if that meant having you yell at me and poke my chest and take my breath away, i’d have to be satisfied. but today, you said all those things about me. you ruined all that progress i had made, trying to hate you. it ruined me, all over again. and did you mean them? did you mean them, because if you didn’t i wouldn’t blame you. but i just have to know.”

“i meant every word,” you breathed, so quietly that you were afraid bucky wouldn’t hear. he did, and instead of relief, a look of devastation washed over his face.

“i can’t- you can’t just say those things. this whole time, i thought you loved sam. and i thought i never even had a chance because it didn’t matter how much i loved you when your heart belonged to somebody else. and sam told me you aren’t together, and it doesn’t even matter anymore, because i still don’t have a chance with you, or even a chance of forgiveness; i don’t deserve it—not after everything i’ve done to you.”

you’re sniveling, wiping your eyes with the edge of your sleeve. bucky’s got tears running down his cheeks, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him since he had first come to the tower and had let you comfort him after he woke up from his nightmares. you hadn’t seen any other emotion from him but hatred since then.

“bucky…” you can’t control your arm as it reaches for his face. your hand cups his chin, stubble rubbing against your palm as he closes his eyes and savors the feeling of your skin on his, knowing it’s more than he deserves. your thumb wipes away the tears as they trickle from his closed eyes; they flutter as your fingers move across his skin, sensitive from the emotion. there’s a tear that’s fallen into the corner of his mouth, and you run your finger over his lip to brush it away. he sighs, and the warmth of his breath sends a shiver down your spine. you’re buzzing with adrenaline.

“bucky, you are such an idiot!” he flinches, looking guilty, and you lower your voice. “no, i don’t mean it like that,” you soothe. “why didn’t you just- do you really mean what you said? that you thought you were a burden? and back there, at the studio, did you really think that i would be so horrified at the idea of loving you? because you’re wrong, bucky, if you think that’s how i feel—god, you’re so stupid and you’re so wrong.” you sniffle, running your hands through your hair. “if you had just told me…”

“i know, i know, and i’m so sorry.” he’s trembling now, sounding on the verge of tears, and you think he might combust with the violence of which his hands are shaking. you take his hands in yours, stopping him from doing the wringing he always does.

“bucky,” you whisper again. it’s the only thing you can think to say before throwing yourself into him, your arms wrapping around his broad back with your hands unable to touch. you use the opportunity to run them up and down his back, your head finding a home in the crook of his shoulder as you try not to ruin his shirt with your tears. one of his arms wraps around yours tentatively, as if he’s afraid to touch you. you bury yourself deeper into him, one hand clutching the fabric of his shirt as if you’re scared he’s going to run away.

“bucky, please don’t leave me,” you whimper, your lips brushing against his neck. that does it for him, and he finally wraps both arms around you and lifts you up until you’re seated on his lap. his feet touch the floor as he’s seated at the edge of your bed, and your legs wrap around him as you face the opposite direction, clinging onto him koala-like.

“i’m never leaving you. i’m never leaving you,” he mutters, and you’re not sure if he’s saying it to you or to himself. “you’re here. i’m here.”

“all i wanted was for you to stay,” you confessed. “and then you left me, and then you hated me, and how was i supposed to cope? i thought i had done something horrible but i couldn’t figure out what, and still, you were so kind to wanda and so cheerful with clint and even opening up to natasha and it was like those first weeks of us being together never happened.” you pulled yourself away from his shoulder to look him in the eye.

“i- i didn’t know.”

“obviously.”

the two of you were silent for a bit, trying to read each others’ eyes, both of which were puffy and red. bucky’s face was in its usual furrow, the line between his eyebrows deep. you smoothed it out with your finger. “your worry wrinkle,” you laughed wetly. he cracked a smile.

“the one thing i didn’t miss was you calling it that.”

“you missed me? ha. softie.”

the two of you breathed in silence, faces inches from each other. his eyelids fluttered, and it was as if you could feel the ghost of his eyelashes tickling your warm cheeks. you could smell the man you had been missing—smoke, cedar, and spice. you refrained from burying your head in his chest and just drowning in the scent of his cologne.

your eyes fell, looking at your thighs wrapped around his hips and watching his chest rise and fall like a metronome, his breaths finally slowing alongside his heart. “i never hated you, you know. i’m pretty sure i made that clear today. at least, i hope i did.” you sighed, still not meeting his eyes. “i hated the fact that you hated me. i guess i wasn’t used to that. i mean, you’re right. i really do want everyone to like me,” you pursed your lips. “and i know that’s unrealistic. but i liked you a lot, bucky, and i thought at first that we could be good friends. so when things started breaking down, i guess i jumped to the conclusion that you just irrationally had it out for me, and i never stopped to ask you why. and i’m sorry too.” you swallowed thickly, realizing how much anger could’ve been avoided these past few months if the two of you had just pushed aside your egos and communicated.

“look at me, please.” bucky cupped your chin with his hand, lifting your face without much force to let you be in control until you finally met his eye. “hey, it’s- we’re gonna be okay.”

“you said you loved me,” you blurted. “earlier.”

“uh, yeah. i did say that.” you were so used to bucky deflecting from his feelings that his admittance made you laugh. oh yes, you laughed. the bashfulness on the 6-foot-something, genetically enhanced, burly, brooding super soldier’s face was enough to break the stoicism of your conversation.

“you love me!” you giggled. “i’m so sorry, i’m not laughing at you. no, i swear, i’m so- this isn’t me mocking you, i-” you gasped for air as the sentiment finally set in. “buck, you love me?”

“yeah, doll, i do. is… is that okay?”

“yeah, bucky, it is.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader, and ot7 :)

summary: Two months out of college you've hit a dead end, until your best friend scores the job of her dreams unknowingly throwing you at the feet of your soulmate. Life is about choice, and the choice is yours to make... You just hope you're making the right ones.

words: 10.5k

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, bad relationship with parents, mentions of drinking, not too many bad things in this part, mentions of anxiety/mental health battles

a/n: HI! This is Part One?! of the ever so asked for Vegas series! I cannot believe this is actually being posted, I've been sitting on this for months. Thank you for all of the support, and the continued support, you all keep me inspired. Thank you for loving this couple as much as I do, they melt my heart.

~ July 16th 2015 ~

Laying across the end of your best friend's bed, half tangled in her comforter, you tilt your head side to side while you watch her struggle to put a simple outfit together for the new job she scored at the very last minute.  Spinning in front of her mirror, ankle deep in sweaters and t-shirts, she turned to you with a pout, unamused as you yawn in response.

“You’re not helping!” Sunny’s knees buckle as she groans.

“I’m tired!” You send back her tone, making her roll her eyes. Storming back to her closet, she whisked out a knee length black dress that was topped with long sleeves and a turtle neck.  Sunny stared at you, eyes wide as she shook the hanger around.  Lifting your head, you sit up halfway to your elbows and shake your head, your hair falling into a mess.

“Too wintery,” You say, pulling your hair back in a scrunchy you found amidst her sheets.  It had to have belonged to one of you, you’d both been sleeping in this bed for like two months now.  Sunny offered her apartment to you when you finished college so you’d partially have a space to yourself, and time to get yourself on your feet.  You and your ‘forced into getting’ business degree weren’t sure where you fell into life just yet, but thanks to Sunny who happily opened up hers, you were slowly finding your place… somewhere.

“You’re doing, what?  Their hair?  You don’t want to wear long sleeves, you’re gonna sweat, it’s mid-July,” You said. 

Sunny dug around her drawers some more, tossing scarves and headbands behind her before she triumphantly jumped to her feet with a dark blue fabric rolled up into a ball in her left hand.  Lips pressed together in a tight smile, your beautiful curvy best friend hurried to your side, her tight brown curls bouncing with glee on top of her head.  Standing at the end of her bed, nearly on top of you she grins, perfectly white, slightly crooked teeth on full display.  Admiring her beauty and how happy she looked for a second, you questioned what she was holding with a head nod.

“It’s perfect for a first day look,” Her voice is hushed, and it’s smooth as butter, the complete opposite of how she was just speaking to you.

“Lemme see!” You nod again, clapping your hands a few times to encourage her to reveal the miracle she’s discovered after gutting her closet for over an hour.  Releasing the hem, a maxi dress tumbled to the floor, soft, cottony fabric that was going to hug her hips perfectly.  Your jaw dropped slightly, remembering the night she wore this.

“Your first date with Marco,” You breathe, reaching out to give the dress a feel.  That night you helped her get ready, you being the one to talk her into buying the dress for the date with the dashingly handsome man she had met on a job one weekend.  

He was the epitome of a cookie cutter prince charming, but the sexy one from Princess and the Frog, he even had the light colored eyes.

Sunny sighs dreamily, glancing away into the unknown dramatically getting you to laugh.

“May God rest his soul,” She says, and you crinkle your brows.

“Sun, he’s not dead,” You say.

“No, he’s not, but his wife’s gonna suck the life out of him eventually,” Sunny snaps back to reality and hangs the dress on the back of her bedroom door while the two of you laugh.

“I’m honestly still mad about that,” You lay back down on the blankets, stretching your arms above your head.  Sunny sat herself down in front of her vanity where she began to put on her makeup, instantly getting you to sit back up like you hadn’t laid down in the first place.  You never missed a chance to watch her make faces to herself in the mirror that should only be reserved for late night rendezvous.

“Mad about what?” Tapping on moisturizer with two fingers, she seemed to have already forgotten what you’d just been talking about.

“Marrrco,” You roll the R, and she snickers, now applying strategic concealer to her already smooth, chocolate skin.

“He was a lost cause, all male stylists are,” Her voice grows quiet while she focuses, “They think with their dicks… and their mothers,” You cringe, and she nods, “Besides, he’s Italian and wanted five babies… I was not popping out five of his babies!” You grinned at her through the glass.  The utmost thing you admired about Sunny, her desire and drive to stay true to who she is, and who she wants to be.  You wished you had half of that drive, you let people push you around your whole life when it came to making decisions.

“…I don’t even know if I want ONE baby…” Sunny continued her rant as she moved onto foundation, carefully blending it out over her adorable apple cheeks and down her neck.  Glancing away from her for a second you tap your phone to check the time.  Ten o’clock on the dot.

“Did someone call me?” Sunny sat straight up once she saw your hand on a phone, then relaxed seeing it was yours, “Sorry,” She mumbled, “This job has me frazzled I think.”

“You think?” You giggle, Sunny rolling her eyes.  Even halfway through her makeup she was gorgeous, making you feel a little insecure sitting here in her bed in shorts and a t-shirt you used for pajamas with your unwashed hair pulled into a messy bun that almost never looked cute.  The no job, no love life, no place to live thing wasn’t exactly helping either.  People told you that it took time after college, getting your shit together and finally feeling like you were living, but always having a next, to suddenly having none was disheartening.  

Business wasn’t even your first choice, or your tenth.  Graphic Design had your heart by the reigns, and though your parents told you with a business degree you could find a job that had a little of both mixed together, you knew their goal for you was to be desk ridden for life, married by twenty five to a good, hardworking husband with two kids by thirty, and maybe a third on the way.  Much like Sunny, you weren’t even sure you wanted to pop out one.  At sixteen you thought for sure by twenty two you’d have something figured out, something done, at least a job that was approved by your elders… your sixteen year old self would not have predicted twenty two year old you to be living in your friends apartment, mooching off of her, and helping her get dressed for a job she had to leave for soon.  

“What’s your plan for today?” Sunny asks you, pulling you from your doom thinking.  Half motivated, you shrug your shoulders.

“Was hoping I’d hear from that company I met with on Friday,” You say.

“No, I’m sorry, no,” Sunny slaps down her eyeshadow brush and turns in her chair to face you, one eye halfway done.

“What?” You ask, smiling at the unfinished look.  Sunny shakes her head.

“I do not want you to work at Dunder. Fucking. Mifflin,” She exaggerates her words, tossing her head forward and back, curls going astray.

“It’s not Dun-”

“I know,” She shoots you a glare, “But it’s a paper company, and they interviewed you to be their receptionist… You have a degree!” She started speaking with her hands, meaning she meant what she was saying to her core, “If you’re going to work someplace, you need to be hired for a job you just worked your ass off for, for four years.” Glancing down at the blankets you were cuddled in, you take a deep breath.  The light pink checkered pattern on the sheets almost matched the blue one on your shorts.

“It’s a paying job,” You speak quietly, knowing she wasn’t going to take it.  Your best friend supported you, but she was stubborn.

“A paying job,” She deadpans, and holds for five whole seconds in which you laughed between, “What happened to the girl I knew in school?  Before she went to a university she didn’t want to go to?  The one who wanted to travel, and experience life? Where is she?” Sunny grilled you with her sharp, dark eyes, still half finished with shadow.  She was waiting for you to answer.  You simply shrug, again.

“Is she working at Dunder Mifflin?” She asks.  You shake your head.

“Is she having a good time with her best friend?” She asks.  You nod.  She smiles.

“Does she know her best friend wants her to be happy, and wants her to follow her own goddamn heart, and take what she wants instead of what somebody else wants for her?” Sunny’s voice raises slightly, getting you to sit up taller, her words igniting something small inside of you.

“You deserve happiness, and I know somehow you’re gonna get it,” She sighs, “How long did it take me to get a gig like this?  I’ve been doing bullshit jobs for years since I’ve been licensed, I should’ve broken out when I was eighteen, but no.”  You listen intently, your heart starting to swell with pride for her.  She had been busting her ass for years, for people who didn’t deserve it, and a boyfriend who was jack shit.  

It was Sunny’s dream to make it to Hollywood, or at least someplace as big.  The professional world was her goal, styling celebrities and people with big names.  It’d been three years of momentum that finally set her off, and now she was about to spend the day styling and looking after a K-Pop group that was currently on tour because they had fallen short of a stylist who had gotten sick.  Sunny sent a blessing to whoever it was, but thanked their weak immune system for finally giving her a job that was where she wanted to be.  She’d gotten the call a couple of nights prior, the two of you celebrating with a bottle of wine on her balcony in the warm summer weather, apologizing to the neighbors who complained when the sound of the two of you singing got too loud.

“I think business school took away the badass in me,” You offer weakly with a small laugh.  Sunny chuckles with a roll of her eyes.

“You’re naturally a badass,” She reassures you, “Nothing can take that away, it’s who you are." 

“Finish your face, would ya,” You give her a little wave with your fingers, and she smiles before spinning back toward her mirror, “Who’s this group you have to work for?” You ask, hoping to get the topic of conversation off of you.

“B…T…S,” Sunny hesitates as she concentrates on applying a lash, “BTS,” She repeats with more confidence, “They’re gorgeous, babe.” Her head rocks back, and she lets out a groan.

“I don’t know what they look like,” You say and Sunny’s eyes nearly pop out of her head.

“You’ll die, I know you will,” She speaks like she’s wrapping things up for the night, accepting your fate, “I wish I could smuggle you in with me, UGH!  I could get you laid!” Her head tilts curiously, “Though, I don’t think they do that…They seem respectful,” You watched the show she put on with a smile, it was nice to see her so excited, “Either way, I’ll sign a DNA in a heartbeat!” She starts to paint her other eye.  Scrunching your face up, you narrow your eyes at her.

“A DNA?” You question, “You mean an NDA?” Sunny pauses, thinks about what you’ve told her, then nods.

“Yes, that, NDA.”

“Sunita!” You gasp, “You’d sleep with a client?” 

“Not me, you, duh,” She resumes her artwork.  Playfully placing a hand to your chest you gasp even louder.

“Sunita, you’d sleep with me?”

“STOP!” She giggles, “You’d sleep with one of them!” 

“How many are there?” You question, raising an eyebrow.

“Seven.”

“Seven?!” Your eyes go wide.

“Mhm, plenty to choose from,” She smirks, popping her brows once. Glancing back down to your lap, you half listen as she tells you about their music, nodding along whenever it seemed appropriate. 

The other half of you that wasn’t listening was thinking about how your love life had gone nonexistent once you started at your university. Sure high school had its moments, the occasional fling, but nothing ever stuck. It was incredibly difficult to find a person who would put up with, or even mirror your sarcastic, witty self.  They’d grow tired of it, complain that you were too annoying, or straight up call you an asshole.

Starting at university you didn’t even bother to try, knowing how it would end before anything even started. That didn’t stop little hookups, but it did end the need and want of finding someone to be partners with, someone to share a life with. Growing up with your parents who showed little affection to one another, you weren’t under the impression you had spectacular role models for love.

“And Jimin? My lord,” Sunny closes her eyes, lifting a hand as if she’s in church on a Sunday morning. Tuning back into her chatter, you see she’s finished her makeup and has started on her hair, slicking the top down in a heavy left part, letting the natural curls fall down the back in a ponytail, though they wanted to stick straight out. Her stylist hands were magic, and once she was done her natural beauty was gently enhanced and she looked stunning.

“When are you going to get yourself ready?” She asks you, leaving her place at her bureau to start getting dressed. Flopping backward down on the duvet, you reach your hands over your head, something that sounded like a screech leaving your mouth as you feel the delicious stretch of your muscles once again. Part of you didn’t want to get up and get ready, you were perfectly content here in bed. You feel your phone vibrate beside you, one of your hands dropping to the sheets to search for it.

“I’ll get ready in a minute,” You mumble, preparing to hear her get stern with you. There’s a notification of an email from the paper company on your home screen. Nestling your eyebrows above your eyes, you unlock the screen and open the email up, your eyes scanning each line for the important parts only. Then, you see it.

“Oh, fuck,” You groan, tossing your phone aside. Sunny watches you from in front of her closet.

“What's up?” She asks. Sitting back up, you drag your hands over your face and shake your head.

“I got the job at fucking Dunder Mifflin,” You laugh after a heavy exhale, “What do I do?” Sunny, who’s underwear clad at the moment, drops her hands to her sides and shoots you a look.

“You did not just ask me that… What do you do?” She schools. 

“I do what I want,” You say in a monotonous tone, getting her to smile, “I do… What I want.”

“Damn right you do,” Sunny nods, muttering her words to herself, slipping into the blue dress she would be wearing for the job and the show.

When you interviewed with this company you told your parents about it, which was a huge mistake because your mother had been calling you daily since to see if you had gotten it. You were a couple of hours away from that phone call, dreading it completely, especially now that you had a decision to make. Either you were taking this job, living miserably with happy parents, or you were declining it politely, then making something up to your parents to somehow keep them happy.

Both ways still led to a phone call, something you never went out of your way to give them.

“Hey, you okay?” An unfamiliar voice called to you.  It was deep, and chilling, definitely catching your attention.  Popping your head off your knees you look down the sidewalk to your left where the mystery man had spoken from, and it was imminent at first glance that you weren’t in any immediate danger.  

The guy could’ve been about six feet tall, if you had to guess, with a tiny frame hidden underneath a black long sleeved shirt and dark jeans.  There was bleach blonde hair peeking out from underneath the black beanie he had pulled over his head, and little black hoops hanging from his ears.  He seemed to be around your age, you hoped, for no other reason than to simply feel safe around someone of the male gender while you moped on the side of a quiet street.

“Uh,” You mumble as he takes another step, taking his time getting closer to you, as if one would implode at random.  He was rolling a water bottle between his hands, he must’ve been the person you saw hurry by to go into the store moments earlier, “Yeah, I’m okay,” Your tone is short, and stiff, not in anyway inviting him to come sit down beside you like some guys might think it was, but this one stops.  The plastic bottle in his hand pops, an indication that he was holding onto it way too tight, making him glance down to it and grab it by the cap.  Looking back up to you, he clears his throat and nods once before his lips spew out jumbles of words that sounded much, much clearer in his mind.

“I just… I heard… You were on the store- I mean! …phone, I went into the store, damn,” He creased his brows, closing his eyes, and you can’t help but smile.  The hard exterior wasn’t quite matching up with what was coming out of it.  Taking a breath, he opens his eyes and gestures toward the phone in your hand with his water bottle.

“It didn’t sound too good when I walked by,” He says, “I’m not being a creep, I could hear the other person yelling, figured it wasn’t good… Are you sure you’re okay?” Taking two more steps closer to you, he plants himself six feet away from you.  Close enough for you to finally see his eyes underneath his hair that was pushed forward, and they were beautiful.  His gentle feline features and smooth, delicate skin took you aback.  You hadn’t seen pure beauty like this in… well, ever.  His jumble worded-ness must’ve been contagious because you’ve caught it now.

“Oh, yeah, hah,” A nervous laugh escapes you, “My parents, you know, I had this, like, this interview with- at… at a company,” You became hyperaware of how sweaty your hands had become, holding onto your phone for dear life, begging it to not slip out of your hands now, “I’m s’posed to take it, and my parents, well, they want me to take it, and if I don’t take it, uh, they’ll… hate me? I-I think,” You’ve completely averted your eyes from his, babbling out toward the street now, missing out on how his gaze knew all too well what you were feeling.  Despite your struggle to form sentences, he listened closely.  Copying him from earlier, you take a deep breath, turning your chin to look up at him.

“You heard the phone call where I told them I didn’t get the job,” You say calmly, plastering a sarcastic happy smile to your lips that made him laugh.  A sound so soft, yet somewhat enough to erupt butterflies in your stomach.

“Sorry to hear that,” He bobs his head, rolling his water bottle again.

“Oh, no,” You say, and he pauses, raising an eyebrow in question, “I got the job.” Silence surrounds you both for a second as he catches up to what you were implying, and once he does a smug grin appears on his face.  He takes two more steps closer.

“So you aren’t lying, you really are okay?” He asks, and you nod, making him make that wonderful sound again.

“Just a girl lying to her parents who want her to be something she is not,” You shrug after you sigh, glancing at your hands for a second.

“You’re making it really hard for me to walk away,” He takes your attention back, pleased with how quickly you looked towards him at the sound of his voice.  Checking the time on your phone, you still had a half hour before Sunny would be looking for you. Taking back in the sight of the mystery man who couldn’t seem to look anywhere except at you, something makes you tap the concrete next to you, inviting him to do the thing you at first didn’t want him to do.  He copies you and checks the time on his Samsung from his pocket.

“I don’t mean to bother you,” He starts, but you cut him off with a wave of your hand.

“If anything I’m bothering you,” You mutter as he closes the gap and sits down about a foot away from you.  He smells expensive.  A light, woodsy mix of lavender floods your senses.

“I would’ve walked away minutes ago if I didn’t think your story was interesting, please, keep going,” With him this close to you now you could take in every detail.  His skin wasn’t perfect, but it was smooth as silk.  The dark, cat-like eyes he was blessed with were designed to be his shield, something easy to hide behind, but it felt as if you could see straight through them, and as beautiful as they were, they were tired.  

He carried this thick, heavy wall around him, visible in his attire.  He was hiding, whether it be from one person or the entire world, this was a guy who didn’t like to let people in, so it was humorous he’d want to keep talking.

“Okay then,” You sigh, tearing your eyes away from his, “Where was I?”

“A girl lying to her parents who want her to be someone she isn’t,” He reminds you, quite happily at that.  Scoffing, you throw your head back dramatically and groan.

“I just… I never wanted to do what they wanted me to do,” Your tone has fallen quiet, “Ever since I was a kid, we all wanted two different things.”

At age five you wanted to play soccer.  Instead you were stuck in ballet class pulling the bows out of your hair that were tied too tight.  You put up with it for five more years until you chose to play an instrument.  At age ten you wanted to play the drums.  Instead you were forced into piano lessons three days a week with an annual recital that you endured for a total of three years.  If you looked at a piano today the only thing you’d be able to play is Hot Cross Buns, so those three years really meant nothing.  At age fourteen you fell in love with design, and all things digital.  

Your high school offered programs for graphic and website design that you signed up for the same day your freshman schedule came in, but when it came time to mail it in you found your mother had erased everything you had written.  At your dining room table with your mother and father, you rewrote the form, filling it in with classes that would help you excel in aspects of life that were ‘viable for your future’.  Without an ounce of compassion for what you might want to do with your life, or an ounce of remorse for crossing you, your mother kissed you on the forehead and mailed in the schedule.

“Please tell me you got to take some of those classes?” The guy asks, taking a swig of his water, nearly choking on it as you shake your head, “Are you kidding me?!” 

“I know,” You halfheartedly laugh, “But… I did still get to… take the classes…” He caps his water and places it on the ground between you, lowering his chin in suspicion.  You wiggle your brows, and he laughs.

“I feel like I could’ve guessed that,” He shakes his head, and you gasp.

“No! I’m not predictable,” You say, mouth ajar.  He sucks air in through his teeth, gazing out into the street as he shakes his head with squinted eyes.

“I hate to say this,” He teases you with his tone, “You’re predictable.” 

“No!” You shout, stomping your feet on the ground in front of you, “No one has ever been able to figure me out.” 

“Oh, really!  So, you’re, what?  Every rebellious teenage character from a nineties movie?” He paints a dumbfounded look on his porcelain skin to make you laugh aloud.  You reach out a hand and shove his shoulder, pushing him away playfully.

“You know, you are one to talk,” You say, “You look like you’re cold as ice, but that’s not so true is it?” Your words wipe away his smile, making you almost regret saying them, “I mean, not in a bad way… I didn’t mean it like that, you look good, really good…” His smile starts to come back.

“What’s your name?” He asks, and you tell him.  Only your first name, though, he was still a complete stranger.  He smiles when he hears it, a small, content smile, and when you ask for his he hesitates for a couple seconds before giving you what you want to hear.

“D,” Is all he says.  You pop a brow.

“D?” You ask, and he nods, “Like, the letter? Or like… D, E, E?”

“Like the letter,” He nods again.

“What’s it stand for?” You ask curiously, wondering if this was when his shell would start to crack.  He ponders your question, eyes going wide as he looks around for an answer, but then his attention is stolen by a vibrating from his pocket.  Sitting up straight, he pulls out an iPhone and groans as he reads the screen that wasn’t visible to you.  Scrunching your nose, you look down to his pockets and in the back of his jeans you see the Samsung he had checked before.

“Two phones?” You question, “One for the plug and one for the hoes?” You prayed to any God somewhere that he would laugh, and he did.  Sighing internally with relief, you waited patiently for him to look back at you.

“Honestly, kind of,” He admits with a chuckle, shoving his phone back in his jeans.  Your stomach does a little flip in disappointment, but you weren’t aware your face would falter just the same.

“Oh, no!” D holds up his hands in defense, shaking his head, “Not literally! Shit…” He taps each phone as he tells you what they’re for, “Samsung? Work, and work.  iPhone?  Friends, family and everything else.” 

“Oh,” You huff, feeling silly.

“Yeah,” D says with a small smile.  Mustering up your confidence once more, you knew you would parting ways with this man soon, and have to admit these past fifteen minutes have been the most enjoyable fifteen minutes you’ve had in almost a month.  His friends, family and everything else phone was blowing up, so you knew he’d be rushing away at any second.

“I have a question,” You say as he swipes through his screen.

“Yeah?” He asks, glancing up at you a couple of times like you’d suddenly changed appearances or something.  It seemed like he didn’t want to miss anything.

“Think I can score a place in the friends, family and everything else category?  It’s nice talking to you,” You say politely in hopes to secure your spot.  D starts to smile, but it fades before it can even manifest.  Your stomach flips again, cartwheels this time.  You were about to get rejected.

“Never mind,” You blurt out nervously, “That was stupid, I guess, we don’t know each other…” You turn your head away from him, begging him with your subconscious to get up and leave so you don't have to be the one to awkwardly say goodbye.

“Look…” His tone is quiet, “I would, and I want to, but I quite literally can’t.”

“Oh god,” You mutter, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, “Don’t make up excuses, I can handle rejection, D.” A forced laugh comes out of you.  Parting his lips to speak, his eyes shift over your entire being and everything in between.

“At least you can… I already said it, you’re making it really, really hard for me to walk away,” He was borderline whispering with how gently he was speaking.  You look at him, meeting his unique eyes that were now full of uncertainty.

“What are you, some kind of drug lord or something?” You dig slightly, narrowing your eyes.

“No,” He laughs, “Something far more dangerous.”

“More dangerous than being in a gang?” You laugh to yourself.  D smiles, then checks on his phone that was now ringing.

“Hang on, sorry,” He mumbles, then an anxious voice could be heard on the other end, “What’s up?” His voice turns deeper, more serious, “I just stepped out, that’s all… No, no, I’m fine real- J-Joon, shit, let me speak!” You watched him while he spoke, how eloquently he moved his lips and how focused he became when the other person would speak, “We have plenty of time… I think I know how to do this by now,” He glances at you and rolls his eyes, making you smile, “I get it, I get it.  I’ll head back now, fuck, man, relax.  Yeah, bye,” Locking his phone, he released an exasperated breath and blew a raspberry on his lips.

“Was nice talking to you, D,” You say sweetly, giving him the smallest of smirks, “Thank you, again.” D sits forward, leaning against his knees.  He has his eyes locked on yours, and for a couple seconds he didn’t move.

“Yeah,” He lets out another sigh, and glances away before standing up, “Anytime,” He says quickly, knowing there wasn’t going to be another time, that this was in fact the only time to either of your dismay.  He returns the small smile, and after catching on that you weren’t going to stand up as well, he gives you half a bow, takes another deep look into your eyes, then hurries down to the corner of the street where he pulls open the door of a van that had been sitting there the entire time.

Watching the van drive off, you furrow your eyebrows.  Strange for someone who doesn’t do anything suspicious for a living, to get into the back of a blacked out SUV with a driver who was dressed in all black, wearing sunglasses.  Maybe he actually was a part of the mafia or something and he totally helped you dodge a bullet by turning you down.  He sat here and listened to your sad life story and decided he wouldn’t give you another reason to feel so down about yourself.  

Believing that was nicer than feeling the disappointment of him walking away.  Not many guys carried themselves like him.  There wasn’t any mansplaining, there wasn’t any complaining, there wasn’t any bragging about himself.  Instead there was, well, barely anything.  You had to admit it was a pretty good tactic to get people to fall pretty easily, because something about him just sucked you in.  Whatever he did, and whoever he was, he must’ve had a trillion women after him if that was how he always acted.

Taking a deep breath, you pull your eyes away from the road and focus back on your phone, how you started here almost a half hour ago.  As if on cue, Sunny’s name pops up on your screen, big, bright, and yellow.

“‘Ello Sunshine,” You goof, but she wasn’t in the mood to goof.

“There would be an emergency like this on the one day I work for them,” Her voice is hushed, you could hear what sounded like fifty other voices in the background.

“Emergen… Sun, what? Are you okay?” Sitting up straight, you’re ready to jump to your feet.

“I’m fiiiine, it’s just, one of the members went missing, that’s all,” She whines, “I finished up with Jimin, and when I went to grab Suga, he was gone.” You squint your eyes, trying to familiarize yourself with their names for her sake.

“Are they going to try to find him?” You ask.  Sunny hums for a moment.

“I think Namjoon called him, I see him coming in the room now, hang on-“ Her line is muffled, but you can still make out what they’re saying.

“Hi!” Sunny chirped happily, and you can only picture the tooth rottingly sweet smile she pulled.

“Hi, uh, sorry, I called him,” You assumed this was Namjoon speaking, “He tells me he only stepped out for a little bit, and that he’s on his way back now, I’m really sorry.  Suga likes to do this, it’s not the first time we’ve lost him.” 

“Oh, it’s alright,” Sunny says, “Thank you so much, I appreciate you for this.”

“JOON!” Is called out from somewhere in the back, and it makes you glance to your left where D had just been sitting.  Moments ago he received a phone call asking his whereabouts, and he assured the person he had only stepped out for a second and that he would be heading back soon.  The person he called, Joon.

“Sunny,” You say flatly as you wait for her to put the phone back to her ear, “Sunny… Sunny… Sunny…”

“Jimin! You’re too cute,” She had her flirty tone on today.

“Sunny… Sunny… Sunny… Sun-“

“Hi, I’m sor-“

“SUN!” You shout, your voice echoing off the walls of the street, “Do me a favor?”

“Uh, sure, uh, what?!” Her flirty tone was gone, and now in it’s place, panic, “Are you okay?”

“Describe this Suga,” You say, “Please.”  Sunny waits a couple seconds in case you had anything else to add, then her description tips you over the edge, pinning everything down to the tiny detail of the thin little bracelet on his wrist.  She described D.

“Funny,” You giggle, stretching your legs out in front of you.  Your heart rate rose thinking about how close he still was.

“I’m confused,” Sunny says, “Oh, he’s here!  I need to go.”

“Tell, Suga, I said hi,” You smile, then hang up the phone, leaving her confused and wondering if she really should.

Sunny hurries back to her chair where Yoongi planted himself and slouched down after being berated by his brothers.  Mainly Namjoon, who had plenty to say about his disappearance as his makeup was being applied.

“We need to be ready in twenty minutes,” Was said as soon as Yoongi opened the dressing room door, “This is like the sixth time this tour you’ve run off.  You want to leave us or something?” Though he was younger, Namjoon was the leader of the group, and essentially the glue that held them together.  If someone hadn’t a clue who they were they’d probably think Namjoon was the eldest, when really the eldest was the one who scurried up beside Yoongi, pulled a chair over to sit close to him, and started to whisper with him like two high schoolers with a secret.

“He wants to leave us?” Young Jungkook asks Namjoon quietly from the couches along the wall where he was wedged between Taehyung and Jimin who were in the middle of a fistfight.  

Namjoon glances in their direction, sighs slightly, then shakes his head and says, “He’s not leaving us, JK.”

“Jaaay-Kaaaay,” Hoseok bellows from the opposite side of the room as he slipped his outfit for the show on, making the youngest’s smile grow from pursed lips into a full set of impossibly perfect pearly whites.  It was so big his eyes crinkled in the corners and everything.

Sunny acknowledges the rapport amongst the boys, a soft smile gracing her lips once she spies Jungkook’s.  She’d only been in this room for a short amount of time, but it’s been enough to be able to tell that they care about each other immensely.  Somebody was always sticking up for Jungkook who seemed to be the quiet one, somebody was always showing their appreciation for Namjoon, and somebody was always giving a compliment out like they were keeping score or something.

Standing behind Yoongi, she politely interrupts his gossip with Jin, apologizing twice as she does.  Jin simply smiles, the only thing he’s been able to give her since she walked in the room, he was so starstruck by her beauty.  Going over everything she was going to do with the boy who looked back at her with hollow eyes, she recognized she wasn’t going to get much of a response and let him continue his whispers with Jin.  Whispers that she could now hear.

“You actually drove away this time, though,” Jin says, leaning closer over the arm of his chair that was nearly on two legs.  Yoongi, who was watching Sunny work, shrugs gently so he wouldn’t disturb her.

“I get anxious in these rooms,” He mumbles, “Can’t stand it.”

“I know you do,” Jin frowns, “Did you get out of the car?”

“Yup.”

Jin’s mouth falls agape, “And did you get absolutely mobbed?” 

“Do I look like I got absolutely mobbed?” Yoongi shoots him a side eye, sending his brother into a fit of giggles that triggers Sunny to giggle, instantly shying Jin.  He gives her that silly grin again.

“There was barely anyone there,” Yoongi moves along with Sunny, tilting his head wherever her hands directed him.

“Ah,” Jin nodded once, “But there WAS somebody.”

“Yeah, and she wasn’t a fan,” Yoongi’s volume dropped even more, and he tapped Jin’s arm to remind him to turn his down as well.

“She was a hater?” Jin twisted his face, and scrunched his brows.  Yoongi sighs, rolling his eyes.

“No, Jin.  She had no idea who I was,” He says.  Sunny’s ears perked up.

“Whoa.”

“I know,” Yoongi whispers, looking straight ahead when asked to, finally giving Sunny the smallest of smiles, the corners of his lips pricking up, “She was really cool.”

“You talked to her?” Jin’s arms now rested on the handles of Yoongi’s, seeming surprised that his brother would voluntarily succumb himself to interaction with another human being outside of the very small, but seemingly big world they lived and worked in.

“She wouldn’t have seen me if I didn’t say anything,” Yoongi exhales in a laugh, “She was arguing on the phone with… somebody.  I wanted to make sure she was okay.” Sunny lifts her eyes to the mirror in front of her and catches Yoongi staring at his hands that were folded his lap.  Arguing over the phone meant you had called your parents, or they had called you.  Sunny knew you were hard headed, but you weren’t argumentative.

“Was she?” Jin asks, “Was she okay?”

“I think so,” Yoongi answers confidently, “She seems like somebody who can hold their own when the odds are against them.” Sunny smirks, catching Jin’s eye.

“How long did you talk to her?” He raises an eyebrow, focusing back on his friend instead of Sunny, whom he could admire for hours.

“Like, fifteen minutes,” Yoongi says swiftly, and Jin laughs aloud, just once, loud enough to grab Jimin’s attention away from Taehyung who was teasing him about who knows what.

“Do you know her name?” Jin’s eyes grow wide, as does his smile, and when Yoongi says your name Sunny just about drops her comb to the floor.  It stutters momentarily between her fingers causing her to jump as she catches it, both of the boys looking up at her curiously.

“You okay?” Yoongi’s voice is soft toward her.  Nodding, Sunny smiles, brushing away her shock.

“I’m great, sorry about that,” She takes a short breath thinking she was done speaking, “Actually,” But she was a Leo and incapable of keeping her mouth shut, “The girl that you spoke to?” Yoongi adjusted in his seat, suddenly sitting up a bit taller.

“Yeah?” He says with a gentle sigh, preparing to hang onto every word he may hear about you.

“She… says hi,” A little laugh escapes her.  Slowly, Yoongi’s brows knit together.  He was unsure what Sunny meant, or wondered if she was playing a cruel joke on him, not that she knew what you meant to him in this moment.

“Uh, what?” Jin finally speaks to her.  Sunny smiles sheepishly, her shoulders beginning to eat her ears.

“I was just on the phone with her, she’s my best friend,” She says.  Yoongi’s heart starts to beat faster, a confidence fueled tornado starts to stir in the deepest pit of his stomach.  Sunny goes on to explain a bit more without exposing too many personal details, but does add that she assumes you talked to him about your parents, and he confirms with a tiny head bob.

“What are the chances,” Jin shakes his head and slumps backward in his chair in slight shock.  Yoongi’s lips are slightly parted as he listens to Sunny talk about you, laughing with her like he knew you both when she mentioned the Dunder Mifflin joke she pulled earlier.  He’s hanging onto every word, allowing them to swallow him whole, feeling brand new with this second chance he was given.  Then, Sunny tells him you’re coming to the show, and the confidence fueled fire is snuffed out in an instant.

“Tonight?” He asks, tone back to being just above a whisper.

“Yes, she’s meeting me here as soon as I’m finished.  I figured she wouldn’t be allowed back here,” Sunny resumes her work on his hair, finalizing the details, adding on the finishing touches before securing them with hairspray.  Standing in front of him now, she pauses when his hand reaches up to take her wrist, and looking down at him she’s met with big, borderline puppy dog eyes.  They share a second of silence, Sunny unsure of what to do.

“Bring her back here after the show,” Yoongi whispers, “Please.”

The hallways were busy, people were bustling by without a care as to where you and Sunny were headed. Holding onto her hand tight, you were looking all over, taking in faces, taking in the atmosphere that seemed chaotic yet incredibly intriguing. Every person backstage was dressed in black and had wires connected to headsets they were wearing that attached to these walkie-talkie looking things on their belts. These men and women were zoned in on their work, and looked happy to do it.

Stopping at a brown metal door with chips in the paint, Sunny pulled her ID from her little purple crossfit bag that hung at her hip and showed it to the security member who eyed you both curiously.

“She’s with me,” Sunny held up your hands. The security guard whose name tag read, Branson, glanced at you, then back to Sunny before pulling the door open. It made a creak as it opened, and led you to a long white hallway that looked like it belonged in a hospital.  The lights appeared to be dimmed, but you figured that was because this venue was on the older side. Even the walls were scuffed up and written on, bringing you into the place's history and life.

This hallway was quieter with less people to push by. The big equipment was gone, the rolling black boxes on wheels no longer needed to be dodged.

Squeezing Sunny’s hand tighter, you feel your stomach flip with a nervousness. She glances back to you with a small smile, reassuring you without even having to say a word. The two of you take a left, continuing your trekking through the maze that was this concert venue. 

“Sun, maybe I shouldn’t,” You say quietly to her, making her stop her feet. You bumped into her back with a giggle.

Her deep brown eyes glared at you, half laced with worry before her comforting tone asked you, “Why? What do you have to lose?” 

“I don’t… I don’t know… Nothing?” You stutter in hopes to give her the right answer. A stagehand pushes by having you and Sunny step over to hug the cinderblock wall. She puts her hands on your shoulders and sighs.

“Do this for you,” She says, her expression softening, “You wanted his number hours ago, and now what? What happened between then and now?” Glancing at your shoes, you admit to yourself that she was right. Sunny was always, fucking always, right.

“He was a regular person before,” You look back up at her, shrugging, “Now he has screaming fans. He didn’t seem like…” Your voice hushes, your conscience not wanting to finish the sentence. Sunny frowns.

“Seem like what?” She asks. Your eyes follow the back of another stagehand who walks by you two, peeking over their shoulders themselves at you. They get further down the hall, pushing open a door to a dressing room that let excited voices bleed out into the hall. You suck in a deep breath.

“He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would do this, or have… groupies,” You let out a pathetic laugh at the use of the word, “You made jokes earlier about this, but if that’s what’s happening here, I don’t think I want it. He seemed so normal, and nice, and perfect, and… different. We were laughing, Sunny. Like, you and I, laughter. He thought I was funny.”

Sunny smiles as you babble on and reached down to grab your hand again.

“Come on,” She encourages, “You don’t need to be a groupie, just come say hi.”

Following the curly ponytail down the rest of the hall, you come to another stop in front of the door that stagehand disappeared into moments ago. With your heart thudding away in your chest, you take subtle deep breaths to calm down, hoping Sunny wouldn’t notice, she did, and watch as she knocks a couple of times on the metal that has a decrepit number three scrawled on it. Even with the door shut you can hear the heightened voices and the shouting coming from inside, like everybody was coming down from a high because of the show… It sounded like fun.

“Come in!” Is shouted from somewhere inside, a voice that was unrecognizable to you. Sunny peeks at you with her cheeky smirk, as she reaches for the doorknob and pushes it open.

Some more dim light leaks into the hall as the thrill in the voices gets louder, wrapping around you, the sounds themselves pulling you into the room. It was like your feet had a mind of their own behind Sunny, the energy that poured over the threshold of the concrete floor sucked you straight inside. 

There were two leather couches, one of them with three boys piled on top of one another laughing at something that had been said before the door was opened. Their heads were pointing toward a tall, broad shouldered man behind them who watched them with the most beautiful smile, his eyes alight with pride as he gazed down at his friends.

On the couch opposite the pile up, there was a boy with black hair, the only one with that shade, with his feet kicked up on the cushions beside him, his ankles crossed as he laughed with the others. They were all still dressed in the last outfit they had on from their performance, though a couple of them had shed the top layer. You couldn’t imagine how hot they had to have been wearing the clothes they had to wear while they danced.

“Sunny!” One of the boys on the couch shouts as he catches a glimpse of who walked in the door, the boy wedged between the other two who were much larger than him.

In the corner, behind the couches, Jin and Yoongi were sitting in the folding chairs they used to get ready, chatting with themselves about the show, and other things, along with the stagehand who had walked into the room a few moments prior. At the shout of Sunny’s name, Yoongi feels his entire nervous system jolt. Uncrossing his leg, he quickly jumps to the edge of his chair, glancing around the stagehand stealthily to see if Sunny had brought anything with her, for him.

Jin holds back a smile as he watches his brother, the conversation they were having had ended abruptly. It was meaningless scrambles anyway, Yoongi couldn’t seem to piece any words together while acting like he wasn’t anxious to see you again.

“Hi, Jimin,” Sunny sings, and everyone could hear the smile on her lips. Your eyes darted like mad over every face in the room, the four on the couches and the one standing behind it, seeking out one of familiarity. The boys all look at you and greet you with grins, the three that were messing around got themselves in order fast.

Sunny introduces you to them all by announcing you to the room, in true grand Sunny fashion, like you were the Queen of England, or a person of importance, which made you feel even sillier than you had felt walking down the hallway.

A boy on the couch, the one with chestnut colored hair stood up after he pushed Jimin off of him, and he walked up to you holding out his hand. Wanting to shy behind Sunny’s back, you feel your cheeks heat up as you take his hand and shake it, silently thanking the old venue for the dim lighting.

“I’m V,” He gives you a small smile before he bows his head, “Did you enjoy the show?” Letting go of your hand, he takes a step backward, holding his arms out to the side as if he was gesturing at himself. You can’t help but let out a little laugh, V’s aim of the game.

“I loved it,” You nod once, biting onto your bottom lip to cool your smile off. Sunny was right, again, they were all gorgeous, it was hard not to blush.

One by one they all introduce themselves, Namjoon taking the time out to give you a long handshake and a speech full of absolute gratitude that you were able to attend the show, and then he did the exact same to Sunny, sending his thanks to immense volumes because of what she had done for them tonight.

“We cannot thank you enough, seriously,” Namjoon patted the top of her hand he was holding with his other, and Jimin giggled behind him.

“You’ve said thank you twenty times, Joon!” The red head taunts, getting a glare from the older over his shoulder.

“You know what,” Namjoon starts, but is cut off by a hand grabbing his shoulder, one with slender, knobby fingers that you could probably trace every bone of. The veins that protruded off the back of the hand went right up an arm that led you to a face you were hoping to see. Meeting his eyes, you can’t help but smile.

“Hey,” You say so quietly you aren’t sure if anyone even picked it up. D’s smile grows, just like yours until you’re both at the point where you're laughing at yourselves. Dropping his hand to his side, he messes with his shirt and gives you a once over as you do the same to him, taking in his post show appearance.

“Words,” Jin, who now moved to the couch beside Hoseok, says aloud for everyone to hear, and your cheeks flush. Someone close to him berates him, shutting him up, making the whole room fall into a chatter, but you don’t see a thing.

The D you met on the curb was standing right in front of you, in his own dressing room after performing for hours, and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. There were hundreds of people in that room screaming his name, the name of the stranger you had told the story of your parents, something you didn’t do with anyone voluntarily. Looking him up and down entirely, twice, you laugh again, looking up into his eyes.

“Are we safe here?” You ask, squinting your eyes. D’s widen as his smile falters.

“What?” He half asks before cracking a laugh, “Oh, god,” He cheeses, scrunching his face. There’s a disruptive roar beside you both, threatening to steal your attention. “Can we go out there?” He gestures to the door, both of you ignoring the snickering behind you as you leave the nuts behind. Both of you sigh with relief as the door shuts and you’re left with still air. 

It’s quiet for a moment as you watch each other before you bring the joke back up, “This is more dangerous than running drugs?” You smirk, and he laughs louder than he did inside, as if you were back on the curb. Glancing to his feet, he shakes his head before looking at you intently.

“You know… some days? It is,” D cocks his head to the side. Nodding, you bring your hands in front of you to fidget with the hair tie on your wrist, D’s eyes flickering down to it for a second.

“It was a great show, I had a lot of fun,” You say, “You’re pretty good at what you do, D.”

“D,” He repeats with a dramatic sigh, laughing at himself. You narrow your eyes.

“How many names do you have?” You ask, wanting to smile amongst the curiosity, but it just teases the corners of your lips.

“Uh, two,” He answers, “Suga,” He says with an obviousness, glancing to the dressing room door, “That’s a stage name.” This one you heard this afternoon, from Sunny herself.

“What about your real name?” Your volume had lowered within these couple of minutes, as did D’s. When you ask that question, he glances down at your fingers that were now twisting the hair tie around. Your eyes don’t leave his as he picks up a hand and gently puts it underneath the hand with the fingers doing the twisting.

His hand is cool to the touch, sending a chill up into your shoulder. Your breath is caught short in your throat, and you’re sure that your eyes have given away your shock. Letting your hand, that was much smaller than his, slip into his grasp while you're breathing shifts into manual, you swallow hard and definitely know your cheeks have gone pink this time.

“Yoongi,” He says softly, looking back into your eyes, smiling, “Min Yoongi.” The sound of his actual name warms your heart.

“See, now you’re like a real person,” You say.

“Was I not a real person before?” Yoongi furrows his brows, smirking curiously.

“Course you were,” You shrug, then roll your eyes, “That’s all you were, D, shit, Yoongi, sorry,” Closing your eyes tight for a moment, both of you laugh at your fumble, “Where did D come from?” You ask him after a breath. Yoongi starts to nod slowly, his eyes diverting from yours as he ponders his response.

“Little project, thing, or whatever,” He says at the same time as he exhales, “And, I guess it was a safety, you know?” 

“Yeah,” You say, completely understanding where he was coming from, “To be completely honest, I’ve never heard of you guys until today.” Biting your bottom lip, you cringe, your expression begging him for mercy. Yoongi chuckles, that sound slowly becoming one you would love to try to draw out of him at any time of the day.

“It’s okay,” He says, “To be completely honest, I’m so lucky you’ve never heard about us until today.” His thumb drags over the back of the hand that he was still holding. You’d become so invested in his eyes you had forgotten that was happening, he was holding onto your hand.

“Really?” You start to smile, something small. Yoongi nodded gently, everything about this moment in time becoming increasingly delicate.

“Totally,” He says, “But I’m sorry for catfishing you,” His chin lowers, making his eyes appear more puppydog than they were already turning, and you giggle, “That wasn’t right.” 

“No,” You take a peek at your hands and feel a little flutter in your stomach, a feeling you haven’t had in a long time, “You did what you had to do, you untouchable rockstar.” It was Yoongi’s turn to narrow his eyes.

“Untouchable?” He questions, and you nod. He goes to say something again, but instead lifts your hand into your line of sight, smiling with you as your smile grows.

“You know what I mean,” You sigh, tilting your head. You're about to pull your hand away, but he keeps a decent grip on it.

“I don’t think I do,” He grills, smizing at you. The sleepiness that now haunts his eyes makes your heart swell. Once again, the exterior doesn’t match the interior. This Yoongi that was dressed like a badass, you could tell just wanted to curl up somewhere comfortable and close his eyes.

“What?” He asks, and you shake your head, “No, what?” He bounces your hand a couple of times to pull an answer out of you.

“I just… I want to know… So much about you,” You say quietly, almost a whisper, and Yoongi pauses. Your words have him stuck. “This short amount of time we’ve had isn’t enough. You know a lot about me already, it’s not fair.” He hesitates before he answers.

“There’s not much to know,” His tone is hushed.

“Doubt that, you’re an Idol,” Your tone matches his with a disbelief written in it. Yoongi pops his brows once.

“Didn’t want to be,” He mumbles, and your face twists.

“What?” You sigh, and he nods.

“I was living a life like yours, almost,” He tilts his head side to side, “Parents, you know, life just getting me down in general,” You glance to your hands, your reaction telling him that you knew about that all too well, “I had to make money, or I really wasn’t going to get past eighteen.” You turn up your chin to meet his eyes, yours now full of remorse and curiosity.

“How old are you?” You ask.

“Twenty-two,” Yoongi says, “You?” 

“Twenty-two,” You say, and he gives you a small smile.

“We both made it,” He whispers. Lifting your hand in his, he brings it close to him and presses a quick, soft kiss to the top of your fingers. Your lips part in surprise, watching him as he continues to speak, “You’re strong, I can tell, I already said that to Sunny earlier today. As far as things go with your parents, you don’t owe them anything. It’s your life, you should get to decide what you do with it.” 

“Damn,” You mutter, glancing away for a second, “Honestly, wish I could get on a plane with you and get out of this city,” You huff out a laugh, “That would be… ideal.” He chuckles at your choice of words.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence between you. Both of you watching one another with something in the air, a feeling, a specific feeling sucking you both under at a relentless, unapologetic pace. The longer you stand here, the more you’re begging for this moment not to end.

“Know what?” Yoongi breaks the silence by letting go of your hand. Standing up straight, placing your hands behind your back unsure of what to do, you watch him as he hurries to get his iPhone out of his back pocket. He messes around with the screen, then holds it out to you.

“No way,” You laugh, looking at him before taking the phone.

“Claim your spot,” He smiles, making you shake your head at the joke.

“Is this against the rules?” You glance up at him after typing in your number. Yoongi presses his lips together.

“Very much so, but I don’t give a fuck right now,” He says matter-of-factly, laughing straight after, “You’re too interesting to let go of. You make it too hard to walk away.” 

Keeping your smile to yourself now, you finish with his phone and hand it back over to him. Behind you, the doorknob to the dressing room jiggles and you figure someone is about to come out to tell you that one of you has to leave. Though the thought of having to leave him makes you want to throw a tantrum on the floor like a toddler, you know it’s inevitable.

“Thanks for listening about my life when you were under no obligation to sit on that curb for twenty minutes,” You say. Yoongi shrugs.

“I couldn’t ignore you,” He says, “There’s… There’s something about you I just,” He pauses to laugh, then sighs, “No one has ever pulled me under this fast, nor has anyone ever made it feel this good.” An uncertainty dances in his dark eyes, one that quite possibly matches your own, and you already know what you’re both thinking about.

There’s a shout from the dressing room, right before the door is thrown open so hard it collides with the wall with a thud. Yoongi glances at it over your shoulder, giving whomever it was a cold glare. It couldn’t have been Sunny. Fixed on his feline eyes, you let your mind wander to endless possibilities, some that would be deemed incredibly inappropriate for only having just met this guy today.

He was someone you could listen to for hours, and you agreed with everything he had to say. No one has ever pulled you under this fast, nor has it ever felt this good, and you’ve barely touched him. Hell, you barely know him, you’ve just learned his real name tonight, and it’s left you insatiably desperate to know more.

Yoongi looks back down to you as the commotion behind you grows, and he takes your hand in his once more. Bringing it back to his lips, he copies his kiss in the same spot and offers you a smile, one that you return happily.

“I’ll call you,” He whispers, “I promise.”

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"Whoa, did you see that?" you shout over the music, pointing dramatically off to the left.

Reed squints in the direction you're pointing. "See what?" he slurs into your ear.

You let out an irritated sigh. This is definitely the last time you volunteer as the designated sober friend at a party. It's never any fun when everyone else is too blitzed to even see the giant glowing streak that just shot through the sky.

"The big glowing streak across the sky?" you gesture toward the small crop of trees on the other side of the backyard where it seemed to have gone.

Reed shakes his head, jostling against you slightly as he hoists up his orange solo cup. "Shooting star! Make a wish! I wish for SHOTS!" he lets out a bellowing laugh. "SHOTS!" he yells again to which others parrot just as loudly back at him.

"Why am I here again?" you mutter, rolling your eyes as Reed turns back to the other party-goers standing out on the deck of the third-...no, fourth, frat house you've been to for the night. Someone holds up a bottle of liquor, a resounding agreement coming from the crowd as they begin to pour some into their cups and toss them back.

"To my best friend!" you hear Reed's voice announce as you take a few steps towards the stairs that lead from the deck down to the backyard. You glance back, seeing Reed in his slutty Buzz Lightyear costume downing his shot, he flicks the empty cup away with a smirk. "I love yo- wait, where are you going?" he whines loudly, finally realizing you've stepped away.

"Anywhere that's not here," you snark sarcastically to yourself before forcing a large smile and turning back towards your friend.

He's pouting, arms folded across his chest, his other cup dangerously close to spilling down his front. He petulantly stomps a white booted foot, eyes glued to you until you take a few steps back toward the rabble on the deck. "Don't leave me! I need my kitty here to keep me company. Plus," he immediately morphs back into party mode as soon as you're by his side, "Killian has been eyeing you all night, don't make me cause a scene."

You have to tamp down your irritation. The last thing you want is Killian-fucking-Lawson to be trying to feel you up. You had almost dated him last semester, he's cute and somewhat charming...at least until he's drinking. Then he turns into the monster from the black lagoon on steroids, all grabby hands, and sloppy tongue. Let's not even talk about the leering eyes and wandering thoughts of other women, thoughts he doesn't seem to be able to filter or keep to himself after even the smallest amount of alcohol.

"No thanks," you gag mockingly, turning a little to avoid facing the direction you know Killian is standing in.

"No fun!" Reed yells. He opens his mouth to continue, probably to spout something about your somewhat embarrassing dry spell, but he's knocked from behind and is sent straight into you making you stumble back a few steps and ultimately get drenched in Reed's drink.

Reed fumes, he spins around and starts yelling at the douchebags that bumped into him. Of course, it would be Colt and Jackson, the chapter President and VP of the frat whose party you're currently at. They ignore his rant, skirting around him. They're being rowdy, smacking each other on the back as they head toward the stairs off the deck. You see Colt carrying a large bag of...fireworks?

"That can't be good," you furrow your brow, watching them disappear into the darkness of the backyard. The light from the deck barely reaches a few feet beyond the railing.

You take a step toward the stairs, fully intent on following the douchebags. The last thing you need to add to your night is an out-of-control fire started by those nitwits. "No! Where are you going now?!" Reed whines. "Napkins are the other way!"

You throw up a hand, shooing him back to the party as he tries to make his way through the crowd toward you. "I'll be right back," you shout. You catch one last glimpse of him shrugging before he's surrounded by bodies again.

You love your best friend, you really do. But sometimes you have to wonder how you're friends at all. You and Reed are complete opposites. He loves to party and is a social butterfly; whereas, you are a bit more of an introvert who appreciates rainy days with books and cozy sweaters. He had begged you to come party with him. 'It's Halloween, we have to go out' he had insisted. So, here you are, clad in a now liquor doused skin tight black bodysuit with a cat ear headband. You barely let Reed draw whiskers on your face with black eyeliner and you completely derailed his attempt at making you wear a pair of black stilettos, choosing to wear your trusty pair of black combat boots, instead. You insisted they were more badass for a wanna-be cat woman anyway.

Thankful for said boots, you thump down the steps after the drunk frat guys with fireworks. The further you go into the backyard, the darker it gets and the softer the music is. Eventually, the sound of the music is replaced by the obnoxious voices of Colt and Jackson. You're about to call out, to try and pinpoint their location when you see sparks of blinding light shoot from somewhere inside the crop of trees at the far end of the backyard.

Well, fuck. You quicken your pace, jogging the rest of the way across the backyard. You stop just outside the tree line. Listening for their voices, you wait a second.

"Where'd the lighter go, man?"

Ah hah. There we go. You push aside a low branch and step beyond the tree line. You pull your phone from the top of your boot, clicking on the flashlight function and holding it out in front of you.

"Colt? Jackson? How about you guys hand over the fireworks to the sober person?" you call out, your voice sounding oddly muffled within the trees. You sweep your phone in front of you, revealing a dirt path off to the side. You take a few steps through the underbrush to the pathway. Stepping onto the path you let out a small squeal, feeling the silky thread of a spider web across your face. You swat at the air, flashlight strobing wildly across the tree branches as you flail. You huff out a frustrated sigh, brushing your free hand over your face and hair one last time before. "Guys? Come on, be responsible for once!" you yell, then mutter to yourself "Might be better to just let you burn this place down, teach you a lesson or some shit."

Continuing down the path, you listen for any kind of response. Just as you're about to open your mouth to call out again, you see a dim light up ahead. Finally, fuckers. You glance back the way you came, hoping to see the lit-up frat house in the distance but all you can see are trees and darkness. You shrug, turning your attention back to the dim light.

Leave it to the drunk assholes to abandon their own party in favor of lighting off probably illegal fireworks in the woods, in the middle of the night. You mentally curse the both of them, truly intent on giving them a generous tongue lashing when you find them. You're so caught up in your mental tirade that you miss the gossamer strands of spun glitter hanging from the trees as you approach the light.

Your eyes come up from the dirt path as you enter into the illuminated area. Stopping in your tracks you balk at the scene before you. There is a small clearing off to the side, where the light is coming from, just off the dirt path. You were expecting Colt and Jackson, hands full of fireworks but instead, you seem to have stumbled upon someone else...something else.

The man is laid on his side in the clearing, wreathed in purple and white wildflowers. The light seems to be emanating from the flowers and the surrounding trees. It's like someone sprinkled silver Christmas tinsel on the branches and the flowers are covered in the juice from glow sticks. That must be it, right? Flowers don't just naturally glow on their own.

The man shifts, a soft grunt coming from him. You're too far away to make out his features, but you can see he has a mop of blond hair and he's dressed in a flowy white blouse and linen pants. He is barefoot which you find a little odd considering where he is. A flicker of movement behind him catches your eye. You step closer, leaving the dirt path. Maybe he needs help; a drunk partygoer lost in the woods.

"Ugh," one of his hands comes up and goes to his left temple. His eyes flutter open, meeting yours. His eyes go wide and he snaps up-right, wincing and swaying where he is seated in the grass.

"Hey, easy. Are you okay? Are you lost?" you take a few timid steps toward him. You thumb the screen on your phone, turning off the flashlight and shoving the device back into the top of your boot. You hold out your hands, palms toward him showing you mean no harm.

He tilts his head to the side, eyeing you with barely suppressed wonder. "Hmm," he hums, nodding slightly.

"Were you at the Theta party? I followed Colt and Jackson out here, dumbasses had fireworks," you shake your head with a rueful chuckle. "I can help you get back if you need it, doesn't look like you're in much shape for walking by yourself." You squat down, getting eye level with the man.

You can really see him now. He's absolutely stunning. His eyes are a dark chocolate, skin a soft golden hue, and his lips are so plump you consider for a second asking what brand chapstick he uses. His clothes definitely fit a Halloween party. His shirt is thin, flowy, like something you'd see the male lead wear during a ballet performance of Swan Lake. Not that you would know, you've only been to a theatre a few times and never to see Swan Lake, but you can use your imagination well enough. His pants have a little dirt on the knees, as well as the bottoms of his feet.

"Theta party?" his question pulls you from your study of him.

"What? Oh, yeah. Umm, the costume party at the Theta Mu house?" you jab your thumb over your shoulder back toward the direction you came from.

His laugh is tinkling, like a silver bell. It's charming and you can't hold back the smile it brings to your face. "Costume," he muses softly, bringing a hand up to your cat ear headband. Oh right, you almost forgot what you're wearing.

Your cheeks color and you duck your head back away from his hand. "Uh, yeah, so...if you need help getting back, maybe we should...uh, you know-"

You catch a faint glimmer over his shoulder again. He narrows his eyes for a moment before rolling his shoulders like he's easing tension. You find yourself flat on your ass on the dirt path, having yelped and flinched backward so hard you lost your balance. Your eyes are wide, transfixed on the shimmering pastel blue and white wings protruding from behind him.

"You okay?" he asks, an amused smirk on his face.

"Wicked costume," you whisper. "Those things must have cost a fortune. What is that, animatronic? Fiber optics? They look so real, like the wings of a mystical butterfly or something," you ramble in awe.

"Costume," he chuckles, his eyes crinkling in a really cute way. "Butterfly. Is that what you think I am?"

For a moment you think you might have offended him by guessing his costume incorrectly. "Well, I mean...not exactly. Angel, maybe. A fairy, perhaps. Pixie, even," as you babble, trying to make the situation right, his eyes take on an amused cast. "Just...beautiful, is what I'm trying to say. I like them. Definitely better than catwoman."

"Cat woman. That's you?" he asks softly.

"Something like that," you laugh nervously, eyes dropping to the ground in front of you.

A hand in front of your face brings your attention back up. The man is standing now, holding a hand out to help you up. You slowly slip your hand into his, marveling at how smooth and warm his skin is against yours and mentally cringing at how rough your hand must feel to him. You make a mental note to buy some more hand cream next time you go to the shop.

"I like it," he smiles. "Pretty."

You shuffle awkwardly, pulling your hand from his. "So, uh, the party. We should get back." You rub your thumb across your fingers, feeling a thin sheen of something coating them now. You glance down and it looks like the palm of your hand is coated in cosmetic highlighter. You brush it off on your thigh, shaking your head a little confused. Did it come from him? Maybe you really should get going, things are starting to get a little weird...as if they weren't already.

"Wait," his voice halts you before you can turn and start down the path. "I...umm, I did not come from the party."

"Oh," you furrow your brow, feeling your uncertainty increasing. "Where did you come from then?"

His smile is slow, lips turning up in a sly way. His wings flick slightly, a little shower of glitter flutters into the air behind him. "Somewhere far, far away."

Well, you thought this guy was cute but now you're just feeling annoyed on top of the growing paranoia. "Okay, well, Mr. Butterfly, I'll be heading back to my party and you can go back to wherever far, far away is."

He catches your shoulder as you begin to turn, spinning you back to face him. "Please don't leave me...I actually could use your help."

You purse your lips, letting out an irritated sigh. "Okay?"

"You see," he takes a step closer to you, your bodies separated by just a few inches. His voice wraps around you and the glowing flowers and strands of glimmer hanging from the trees intensify in brightness. You blink up at him, suddenly feeling a little cotton-headed, "I need to replenish my power."

"Power?" you mumble in question.

He nods, lifting a hand up to capture your chin with his fingers. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip as he speaks. "It seems my foray with the princess wasn't approved of by the king. Me, merely a dancer of the court, found myself beguiled by that bitch and now I'm the one that seems to have been exiled...to this," he waves his other hand in the air, "wherever this is."

None of it makes sense, you know it doesn't. But the way he speaks has you hanging on to every word, your heart screaming that he's telling the truth while your mind battles to be the realist. "I don't-"

"Of course not, it's okay. I know how it may sound," he chuckles softly. "But, if you help me recover my strength, I promise to show you...maybe even take you with me."

"How?"

"Easy, my sweet, I just need to pull a little of your essence in. It's harmless, I promise," he closes the gap between your bodies, leaning down and whispering into your ear, "and it'll feel really good."

You swallow against the thickness in your throat, mouth suddenly dry and thoughts completely muddled. "W-who are y-you?" you manage to stutter out as his lip brush over the shell of your ear.

His breath is warm against your neck, voice husky and low, "my name is Jimin."

"Jimin," you repeat, licking your lips, eyes fluttering closed.

"And you'll be my good little kitten, right?" he asks, his free hand settling on your hip. You make a barely audible noise in agreement. How can you say no? You are dressed up as catwoman, after all. "Good girl. I just need a little taste." His tongue leaves a wet streak along the side of your neck.

You're unable to suppress the wanton moan that escapes you. "What about the party?" you slur out as the ecstasy feeling subsides marginally.

"We'll have our own party, kitten. Then I'll take you back to my realm and you can watch me usurp the king," he chuckles devilishly.

You shake your head, eyes opening as you try to dispel the cloud muffling your thoughts. "Jimin. King? Realm?" You desperately want it to make sense.

He pulls back, eyes meeting yours. His hand on your chin begins to gently caress your jaw. "Just listen," he breathes softly, voice pulling you in again. "I am not of this world, kitten. I come from a magical realm, parallel to this one." His eyes are so kind as he speaks, they shimmer in the light of the glowing flowers. You can't look away. "Passing into your realm depleted the majority of my power. Normally, that would be enough to keep one of my kind here in exile, but I know the ways of power siphoning and mixing. So, with your help, I can gain enough strength to make it back to my realm."

You're so caught up in his eyes and the sound of his voice that you're barely registering his actual words. "So, you're not a butterfly," you whisper, blinking your eyes slowly. Has he always been this handsome? Is that glitter dusted on his cheeks? You find yourself lifting a hand and brushing a finger over the apple of his cheek, mesmerized by the shimmer that transfers to your finger.

He breaks out into a large grin. "Not a butterfly," he confirms. "So, will you help me get home, kitten?"

"What do I need to do?" you ask, meekly.

"So, that means you'll help?" he prompts, relinquishing the hold his power is currently having over you. He wants this decision to be of your own accord, not influenced unfairly by him.

"Yes." You state it firmly, feeling like it's the first genuinely clear thought you've had during the entire conversation you've been having.

His eyes light up with triumph. That's all he needs, your consent.

"Thank you, kitten, you won't regret this." You're about to ask what it is you need to do but his lips silence your inquiry. They're even plusher than you initially thought, you can already taste the subtle sweetness coating them without even having to open your mouth. He smells intoxicating, your breath coming in shallow pulls through your nose as your eyes flutter shut again.

His tongue pokes out from between his lips, tracing over yours. You slowly part your lips, savoring the way his wet tongue glides between them as it enters your mouth. He tastes faintly like cotton candy. The moment your tongue touches his you feel a surge between your thighs, it tingles all the way up your body until it reaches your lips. That's a weird sensation, but it's not unpleasant...no, in fact, it gives you a spike of adrenaline. You moan loudly, though it's muffled by his mouth, feeling brave now. The hand you had brought up to his cheek slides into the hair above his ear, anchoring him to you as you battle his tongue for dominance inside your mouth. He drops his hand from your jaw down to your other hip and uses his hold on you to pull you against himself. You can feel his erection begin to grow, pressing against your lower stomach.

Your heart is hammering as he breaks away from the kiss. His lips trail along your jawline to just below your ear. You feel his tongue lave out, flicking against your earlobe before nipping it with his teeth. "Ah-uh, J-Jimin...how is this," you pant, trying to catch your breath, "helping?"

"This is how I take some of your essence, kitten," one of his hands leaves your hip, snaking between your bodies and harshly rubbing his hand over you through your bodysuit.

You suck in a surprised breath, having not expected that at all. "That seems so-" another harsh circle has you trying to jerk back but his grip on your one hip has you locked in place, "naughty," you huff out.

"Mmm, kitten, you're so responsive, I love it," he purrs into your ear. "There are less pleasant ways to do this, but I'd rather enjoy myself and repay you for your kindness at the same time. Don't you want me?" he pulls back a little so he can meet your eyes. Those damn eyes, they have you sighing in utter and complete defeat. Not that it would take much more persuasion anyway. That dry spell you thought about earlier? Yeah, it's been a while...well, perhaps not anymore.

You smile to yourself, "I do...want you." Admitting that isn't so bad, right? You're not lying. Mr. Butterfly- Jimin, is extremely hot, has been nice to you so far, and well, why can't you enjoy yourself? Fuck Reed, Killian, Jackson, and Colt...bunch of assholes, you'll have your own fun, your own party, everyone else be damned. You deserve a little self-indulgence.

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karma;

❥ 16k words | nsfw | eren x fem!reader

❥ content - eren eats reader out,, eren also fucks reader ;)

❥ you don’t care much for eren’s fuckboy habits until he fucks over your friend, and you’re left to deal with the consequences. and eren’s left to deal with a revelation neither of you saw coming

this is based off the song karma by summer walker, so feel free to take a listen!

"i just don't get it— like how foul could you be? if he didn't like me that's all he had to say, not play me like i'm some dummy,"

"historia," you stopped her ramble with a sigh, lifting your hand up as a gesture to say 'stop'.

"i told you, you should've just got with me." ymir snorted, throwing her hand around historia's shoulder, the blonde pouting, her eyebrows furrowing.

you place a hand on historia's lower back and gave her a condescending look. "i told you that you shouldn't mess with him, i wasn't trying to be dramatic or anything when i said that— i know eren... i gave you a heads up and you ignored it."

historia rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. "i didn't ignore it, i just... thought it'd be different."

you scrunched your face up and pinched the bridge of your nose. "why exactly did you think it would be different?"

"instead of giving historia shit, _____," ymir emphasized your name, squinting her eyes at you. "why can't i just rock him? a good punch to the face is maybe just what he needs—"

"ymir, punching him will not solve anything. plus, i doubt historia wants you to punch him either."

"she can speak for herself, idiot. historia, my love, would you like me to knock eren out?"

historia sighed. "no, i don't want anyone to get knocked out. this is so confusing... and not to interfere with your friendship or anything but how can you just go hang out with him right after?"

you looked down at historia, removing your hand from her back and giving her a raise of your eyebrow, looking forward to wear the three of you were headed. you were going to hang out with eren; he was your closest friend who you met in middle school, and now shared a dorm with. it was finally spring break, and as his bestfriend you were invited to spend some time with him and his family for the vacation. eren had you pack bags for the weekend and wanted you to meet him in the front of the building, so that's where your feet were taking you while you conversed with your friends you met on your way. "historia, i said i told you not to fuck with him, what happens between you and eren doesn't have anything to do with me." historia frowned at you and looked down at her crossed arms and you felt a small sense of guilt curdling in your stomach. "i'll talk to him though."

"right now? cause he's right there." ymir said using her head to tilt towards the benches once she pushed the large doors to the outside open. you looked up and ymir was right, from a distance was eren standing up next to a shag of blonde hair and two other people that you couldn't identify as they weren't facing you. almost on cue, eren looked up, head whipping to your figure and a small smirk creeped up on his face until his eyes landed on the two next to you, that smirk dissipating almost just as fast, and him quickly averting eye contact, mumbling something that caused the rest of his acquaintances to turn their heads around. you shook your head and patted historia's shoulder noticing she was glaring at eren, but not as hard as ymir.

"yes, now... uh, i'll catch you guys later." you said waving off to them. "don't worry too much about him historia." and with that you began walking off towards eren. you studied his appearance, hair lazily threw back into his signature messy bun while stray pieces shied away from it. he wore a simple grey sweatshirt with black sweatpants to complete the lazy look, white sneakers on his feet, and when you trailed your eyes back to his face a boyish smile was present.

"hey." eren said simply, arms stretched out to pull you into a warm hug that you reciprocated, your arms wrapping around his midsection as he snuggled you into him, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"hey, eren." you cheesed, pulling back to wave to the rest of the group. "eren's brother," you watched zeke chuckle from where he was seated. you used your finger to point to yelena after, "yelena, pieck and porco!"

"i'm assuming you know my name and you're just being a fool." zeke announced, making you giggle and place your hand on top of his blonde locks. although you didn't see the upperclassmen much, you had no problem remembering their names, especially zeke and pieck as you saw them the most.

"right, of course i know your name, zeke." you smiled. "but what's the gathering about eren?" you motioned to the clutter of people, looking towards eren who's eyes were already on you.

zeke was faster than eren, answering the question before him causing eren to narrow his eyes at his older brother. "eren, my favorite brother here wants to take my car to see his mom and my dad."

you laughed at his words, the enunciation on the last part of his sentence making eren's eye twitch. "first of all i'm your only brother." eren said, rolling his eyes.

"and you guys share the same dad." you grinned as zeke nodded his head at your clarification, another burst of laughter being let out by you and pieck who shook her head at zeke's antics.

"hi, _____, it's been a while since i've seen you." pieck said, waving her hand as well, her head laid down against the surface below her.

"hey, pieck," you slid down onto the bench taking a seat beside her, porco's hand snaking around her back instinctively. "yeah it has, but that's because you're a year above me." pieck chuckled and nodded her head.

"precisely..." she hummed, moving a strand of raven black hair out of her face, eyes trained in the direction ymir and historia walked off. "who were the girls giving eren the dirty eye?"

your eyes followed pieck's. "oh, historia... and ymir." of course, her out of everyone would notice that. you silently praised pieck for being so observant. you looked up at eren to see him avoiding your gaze, his bouncing left to right.

"what did eren do this time?" zeke asked you, propping his head up on his palm as if he was genuinely interested in the conversation, although you were sure it was just to make fun of eren. pieck gave a confused look, her eyebrows coming together as she glanced between the brothers and you.

"more like what did the girls do to eren." yelena said calmly, a bored expression present on her face, her arms crossed leaning forward on the table.

you averted your stare at eren and propped your arms up on the table like yelena. "well, the blonde girl likes eren and they were talking or something, and um... he was messing with some one else at the same time. she's not happy about that, even though i told her not to mess with him."

"so what i'm hearing is it's her fault for messing with him after you told her not to? lesson learned." yelena scoffed, her large eyes portraying a mocking sorrowful expression.

eren shifted uncomfortably at the new eyes on him, letting out an exasperated sigh. "listen,"

"eren, you really can't defend yourself here." zeke cut him off, eyes widening to poke at eren's expense.

"i didn't know she liked me!" eren blurted out, hands flying out from his sides.

"so your brother's a dumbass too?" porco snorted, eren glaring at him with a huff, crossing his arms back.

"pock—" pieck started, being cut off by eren's rising tone.

"i'm not kidding, i didn't know!"

"so you didn't know a girl who you fucked and kept texting you after had feelings for you?" your retort was quick, head inching forward as your eyes narrowed at eren as if he was dumb causing eren to glare at you too, his lips in a thin line at your statement before placing his hand out for zeke to place the keys in his hand.

"okay, whatever, let's go."

"someone's upset." pieck added before placing her hand on your shoulder. "bye, _____, see you at the club tonight?"

"club?" your ears perked. oh, the club. as well as vacation for spring break, majority of your first and second years decided to takeover a club not too far from campus before people left off for their families. you had already packed a dress for the event when you packed your bags last night alongside eren. the event had just slipped your mind. "oh, yeah, yeah. if eren still want's to go."

zeke slapped the keys in eren's hand, you getting up from the bench with a wave to the remaining three, going to stand beside eren. zeke stood up as well, bringing you into a suffocating hug, his beard grazing your forehead before pulling back with a pat to your shoulder. "well, see you. tell miss carla i said hello because eren won't."

you smiled at zeke before eren grabbed your hand with his free one, giving it a small tug. "don't worry, i will zeke."

with a small "c'mon," from eren, he began pulling you away, you trailing after the boy until the two of you reached zeke's parked car. "you really need to get your own car." you murmured to eren as he opened the back door for you to throw your bag in, alongside his, then the passengers side before walking around to the drivers.

"nah, zeke's is good for now." eren slid into the driver's seat, adjusting the chair before starting the car, giving you a one over to make sure you were comfortable, noticing the way your face shriveled up at the smell of the car. "smells like cigarretes?" he asked you, a small smile upturning on his face, his expression almost softening.

you turned your head towards him with a reciprocating smile at his observation. "yeah, but it's okay. your mom's house isn't too far anyways." eren pulled out of the parking lot, letting your last statement resonate in the air while he watched for cars behind him, hand on the back of the head of your seat, brows furrowed in concentration while you opened up your phone, scrolling through your socials. you noticed the party tonight was the talk of today, almost everyone of your mutuals on your feed talking about it. it didn't sound too bad, and you didn't mind going either, getting to see your friends was enjoyable. "so we're going to that party?"

eren's eyes shot to your face from the rear view mirror, lingering for a little before going back to the road ahead. "as long as you want too— i mean, i want to. why? you don't have something to wear? i thought we packed last night."

"dummy, i'm just confirming with you. i have something to wear, you literally watched me pick out my clothes."

eren stayed silent for a couple minutes while beginning to grin at you unconsciously. "yeah, i saw it, the dress. i was gonna say you could borrow one of my moms if you didn't have one." he joked, looking to you to watch you give him a raise of your brow and an upturn of your lip.

"you're such an idiot." you looked back down to your phone to switch apps. "who's gonna be there that i know? i know sasha will probably go, i haven't seen her lately."

"me." eren said matter of factly, not even looking your way for a reaction.

you rolled your eyes, hitting him on the shoulder lightly. "i'm serious."

"im serious too."

"eren!" you whined his name, his look fixing on you again at the sound of his name before shifting away just as quickly.

"you know, the usual... sasha will probably be there, armin probably wants to see annie or something... connie... maybe jean, or reiner or whatever."

"or whatever." you mocked eren, lowering your tone to try to get his voice spot on, causing him to slap your thigh hard, you yelping and dropping your phone to rub at the abused spot, your leer shooting daggers at eren. "i'm telling carla when we get there."

eren only laughed, bringing his hand back to your thigh and moving your hand to soothe the supple skin with a flitting rub while you pouted at him. "she'd hurt me if i hurt you."

"you did!" your voice raising slightly, hand moving his away but not before pinching the skin on top causing him to hiss.

"sorry." his hand returned to your hand sitting on your leg, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance while he studied your face just in case you had a negative reaction.

you let his palm linger, the feeling almost comforting, and... and what? you couldn't pinpoint it, but for the majority of the rest of the ride, his hand stayed until he had no choice but to remove it when steering. a sense of anxiousness was relieved when he did, but you couldn't figure out why.

                                 彡

"go inside, i'll get our bags, my mom will be happy to see you." eren said, signaling to his front door with your hand, and you nodded walking to the small house. a sense of nostalgia was washed over you. you vaguely remembered coming over to eren's house so often and spending so much time with him, mikasa and armin. of course, mikasa being so busy with her own studies could only visit so much, but there were many times she came back to visit alongside you and eren, armin occasionally visiting as well although he had family to go back to as well. you and eren constantly did almost everything together, from indulging in video games he used to side eye you for wanting to play with him, to helping his mom in the kitchen with a grumble from eren, to getting into heated arguments and having to sit on the couch with carla since eren would kick you out of his room, only to be scolded by carla only minutes later. it was all enjoyable memories, even the arguments, and thank goodness to the closeness of the college to eren's old house. you were able to visit and relive those memories so often, a sense of warmth washing over you each and every time.

not only were you thankful for the proximity of carla's house, but you were thankful for her constant efforts to keep you and eren close. she was the one who suggested requesting a shared dorm, the one who constantly asked eren to bring you over, the one that never failed to ask about you every time she called eren. if you and eren ever lost your bond she'd be the first to know.

you walked up the steps, the door already unlocked as carla anticipated your arrival. as soon as you opened the door the significant scent of linen and apple flooded your nose, along with whatever she was cooking up. the mass of carla's dark hair was in your line of sight once you turned your head to the side, her body stood in front of the stove, and she whipped her own head around hazel eyes almost bulging out there head when she spotted your figure at the front door. "_____!" she exclaimed, immediately dropping the pan she was holding back onto the stove and rushing to you, embracing you in a loving hug. "my baby, i missed you so much! eren brought you!"

and eren, always on time stepped in behind you, his tall figure towering over you and his mom with two bags in his hand.

"and my real baby, oh i missed you both so much." carla pulled away giving you chaste kisses on side of your face, her long eyelashes fluttering against your skin as she cradled your jaw with her nimble fingers. her apron decorated around her waist smelled of fresh cooking, but her perfume lingered as well giving off a haze of peppermint.

she moved towards eren, her hands cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his cheek as well, moving her fingers to tug on his ear playfully before drifting down to his shoulder, patting his chest then pulling the bags out of his hand. "mom—" eren murmured, twisting his face at his mom's protectiveness as she dragged the bags out of his hand, going over to place them beside the staircase before coming back over, hands clasped in front of her guests.

"no, you just came, no need to try to put stuff away yet." carla said with a cheery smile, still elated at the arrival of the two of you. "i'm so glad you're here, i just finished cooking so let's all sit and eat before you try to do anything else." she began walking back towards the pan she left on the stove, head turned back with a knowing look at eren who would try to go put the bags upstairs. "come sit." and you and eren made your way to the round dining table, four seats present, yet only three would be filled.

"where's dad?" eren asked as he sat down, pulling the chair out for you first while you fiddled with your fingers, watching carla plate the lunch she prepared.

carla's movements slowed as she sat in thought for a couple seconds. "oh... he's at work, like always you know." eren looked down, nodding his head.

"so how's school going?" carla asked, heading over to place down a bowl. "chicken pasta salad, it's good, eat." she used her head to motion towards the food.

"it's going good, luckily i don't have that heavy of a workload like others, it's bearable, but of course still hard." you replied, as she brought over plates and cutlery, setting them down in front of eren and you, both of you immediately scooping some pasta onto your plates.

"and you, eren?"

"it's fine, mom."

"how about football? is that going good?"

"yeah, it's good too." you winced at eren's lack of effort in the conversation, hitting his elbow with your own, him giving you a confused expression before he placed his full fork in his mouth.

"zeke told me to tell you hi." you told carla as she came to sit in front of the two of you, plating her own food, eyes widening at the mention of zeke's name.

"really?"

"yeah."

"well then how's zeke doing too then?"

"i don't know, i don't see him much, eren could probably tell you." you gave eren the opportunity to talk, looking at him to cue him to say something while you took another forkful of the pasta.

"he's probably fine too, i don't see him much either." eren replied with a shrug of his shoulders, picking at his food, and you sighed.

"how's sharing a dorm going? i hope eren's not too much, i know he can be a ruckus."

"it's good too, he's a better roommate than i thought he'd be at first." you let out a small laugh, remembering eren's old antics, how messy his room used to be, the dark green of his walls and the miscellaneous decorations he used to have sprung around. you couldn't wait to go upstairs and check that out again. "he's still a little messy—"

"but she always nags me to clean up so that doesn't matter." eren cut you off before you could attempt to compliment him and you rolled your eyes.

"i wasn't gonna say anything bad. yeah he cleans up a little more now but i always have to pick up a sock or something. plus, i'm the one who has to clean up before someone comes to visit. like mikasa or armin or something." you chose not to mention the countless girls that'd come in and out too.

carla pursed her lips looking up at eren with a slightly disappointed look. "you always have to keep your workspace and your room clean, eren. especially in the presence of others, i didn't tell you that all the time for no reason."

"i know, i know, mom."

"no you don't because if you did you'd keep your area clean in respect for ______." carla placed more of her food in her mouth with a shake of her head before moving her failing ponytail to her back from her shoulder, then looking up at you. her doe eyes were just like eren's, he was the spitting image of her and it's one reason why you could never forget her face. "how's mikasa and armin?"

"they're good too, mikasa couldn't come this time, she has too much going on i guess— but she's fine!" a slight moment of worry crossed carla's face, eyebrows turning up and lips frowning as she twirled her fork in the food in front of her.

"hopefully she can come next time, tell her to relax. poor girl, always has so much on her plate. i remember when she used to be here she constantly had to do eren's chores for him, what a doll."

eren scratched his head, looking down at his almost empty plate. "i did work too, she didn't do everything for me."

carla ignored eren's add on."and armin?"

eren answered before you could. "he's good too."

"i hope so, he's such a sweet boy." carla hummed. "so how long are you guys staying? and how long's your break?"

"only a week, we'll be here for this weekend cause zeke is gonna need his car back." your plate was almost finished as well, fork scraping against the ceramic.

"yeah, but later today we're heading back up to go to a party." eren said nonchalantly, eyeing his fork as he spun it in his hand.

"i hope that's okay with you— if you don't want us to go we don't have to." you hastily added in consideration for carla, eren's green eyes narrowing at you with a small frown. he clearly wanted to have some fun tonight.

"no, no! that's perfectly fine, you'll be here for the whole weekend, i'll let you kids have your fun." carla smiled. "i'm just glad you came earlier than waiting until after the party cause i know you'll get back late and i'll probably be sleeping. who's birthday is it?"

"it's not a birthday." eren stuffed the last of his food in his mouth, chewing before continuing. "just a spring break party before everyone goes home."

"oh? so that's what you do in college nowadays?" carla laughed, peering at eren's plate, content that he finished his food. you joined her in laughing, ushering yourself to finish up as well, knowing eren might get impatient with your pace at eating.

"i guess. there are parties all the time. but how have you been?"

carla beamed at your asking. "i'm good! nothing much, i wait for grisha to come home, although i'm usually just here alone. i have my hobbies though, i'm fine. i've been trying to make friends with the neighbors too, they have some younger kids that are enjoyable." as you listened to carla you finished your food as well, her getting up to gather the empty plates and take them to the sink. "thank you for asking, _____. eren, honey can you put the top on the pasta and put it in the fridge? i'll make dinner later just in case you want something else when you get home tonight."

eren pushed his seat back, standing up to do as his mom said, wandering towards the fridge. "that's fine, we should just give you a break, we'll eat the pasta again when we get back, you can just relax, right eren?" you said, watching carla and eren maneuver around the kitchen while you got up to wash your hands at the sink beside carla.

"yeah that's cool too. you don't have to cook mom."

carla pouted endearingly at the two of you with an "awe," leaving her lips. "the two of you are so sweet. i'll clean up, you can go upstairs now." and with that you and eren left her to her own devices, eren grabbing the bags at the stairs and almost pushing you up the stairs.

"that was good, i'm full." you sighed, as you walked beside eren down the hall until he opened the door to his old room. the walls were still a muddy green, a decision you're sure he probably regret now. miscellaneous posters decorated his wall, an oak desk sat idle in the corner of his room beside a collection of simple books. his bed was made, navy comforter sprawled out on the bed and plump pillows sitting pretty. his bed was big enough for the two of you to share, but carla always asked if you wanted to sleep in mikasa's room when you came. you always declined. "look at your certificates." you pointed to the certificates framed on the wall as eren set the bags down on the floor beside his desk.

"shut up." eren grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards his bed until you collapsed onto it beside him. “'m tired." he groaned, his face down into the cover below him, arm slumped over your waist where you laid. you were going to pester eren about his situation with historia, but you decided to leave him alone for the time being.

"you can take a nap before we leave."

eren turned his head to the side so his cheek was smushed against the bed instead, looking at your form, your head pointed towards the ceiling. "you wanna take one with me?"

you faced eren, giving him a stank face before poking his cheek. "just cause you're tired doesn't mean i am. i'll lay here though, i'll wake you up when we should start getting ready." you slipped your phone out of your pocket to check the time. "you have until like five thirty-ish. it's four."

eren squeezed your side, that same anxious feeling rising as he did so, pulling you a little closer, eyes shutting. "take a nap with me."

"no."

"c'mon."

"eren, i'm not tired." he opened his eyes again, piercing green blue hues staring at you head on. he removed his arm from around you, picking his head up and scooting up to his pillow, now facing away from you with a huff. "whatever, i'll wake you up later." he didn't respond, and around fifteen minutes after, once he was asleep you got up from the bed.

shuffling downstairs, you turned the corner to the living room, seeing carla seated on the couch watching tv. "hi, mrs. carla." you said lowly, her head turning back fast as usual, and simpering when she saw your face.

"you're okay?" her hand moved to find the remote, turning down the volume on the tv as you came to sit beside her. her soft hand found yours, grasping it. "enjoying the stay so far, right?"

"of course. eren's sleeping so i wanted to keep you some company."

"that's too sweet of you. he's doing fine too, right?"

"yeah, probably just tired from staying up all night. he was up pretty late yesterday." you reminisced on the small argument you had with eren just the previous night before, you pestering him about his reluctance to sleep, him making you irritable being on the phone with who knows in the dead of the night.

carla nods her head in understanding. "so tell me more about the party."

you look up to the ceiling in thought as she rubbed your knuckles. "well, eren wants to go more than me. i wouldn't have minded staying here if he wanted too, but i guess he wants to see some people."

'hm, are you going to see some people?" she wiggled her shoulders in a taunting manner, and you chuckled in response.

"nope, just gonna chill."

"well... don't get too drunk or anything. i want my babies safe...” she looked at you with large eyes, curiousity present on her face. “are you seeing someone?" she asked abruptly.

you were slightly caught off-guard by the question, but were a little glad carla felt so comfortable basking in your private life. "we won't, don't worry. but um, no i'm not."

"i see... is eren? anything he's not telling me?" you pondered, not wanting to tell too much about eren's own personal relationships despite it being his mom. i mean— would you want someone telling your mom about you breaking girls hearts? you decided to enlighten her a little bit, make her feel like she was somewhat apart of eren's romantic life.

"he doesn't tell me much either, to be honest. i guess he's just trying his luck with girls. he has no problem catching their attention anyways, so i don't think you have to worry much about that."

carla looked at you, an unreadable expression visible on her face through the small moment of silence. she let go of your hand, putting hers back in her lap. "i'm glad you know it too." she half joked, looking to her lap. "... trying his luck?"

you shrugged your shoulders, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable, letting your hand come up to scratch at your jaw. "something like that... i don't know, he's just doing his own thing."

carla's eyes darted back and forth between you and her legs, trying to find something to say, mouth opening and closing every time she thought she had came up with the right words. "_____, i really like you, and enjoy your presence you know. you're really great to eren, i appreciate that. i want you to keep looking out for him, i want the best for him. whatever he has going on, help him figure it out, be the best version of himself as possible."

your words were so vague but you felt like she saw right through them. her words were so vague and you had trouble deciphering them.

"... of course, yeah, i'm looking out for him, he's my bestfriend."

"yeah... that's also true." carla sighed, and you hope she didn't notice the confusion that crossed your face for a brief moment.

saving you from the slightly awkward silence, carla turned the volume up on the television, the two of you sitting and watching whatever was present on screen.

soon enough, eren's foot steps were heard, both you and carla turning your head to see eren standing at the bottom of the steps, and irritated tired look on his face. he rubbed at his eyes, moving away some of the stray hairs in his face before slapping his palm back down to his thigh.

"what are you doing?" his voice was rumbly and deep from sleep, tone impatient.

"talking to your mom?" your response was more of a question, carla patting your thigh for you to get up.

"its six thirteen."

"i left my phone upstairs with you, grumpy." you glanced to carla. "he's always like this when he wakes up."

"i can recall." a chuckle left her lips as she shooed you away. "the two of you can get ready."

so you followed eren back upstairs, toeing behind him until you got to his room. you scurried to get your attire and products from your bag, and with your belongings in hand, you went off to the bathroom to get ready and give eren his own privacy.

soon enough you were dressed and freshened up. your strapped blush silk dress adorned with ruches up the side hugged every curve of yours, while your hair sat pretty. you sighed in content, grabbing your perfume bottle and spritzing yourself, the smell of vanilla engulfing your senses. you looked at yourself in the mirror appreciating the way you looked, your lips glossed, and your earrings dangled just above your shoulders.

from the mirror view you could see eren come in behind you, his eyes trailing down your body from your reflection in the mirror. you didn't bother facing him, only stepping slightly to the side to take a look at him as well, a plain black shirt on his upper half, accompanied by black jeans as well, and some sneakers. his pendant hung in his hand, gold watch to match on his left wrist. of course, he never did much to his hair, as it was still pulled back in the same ponytail from before his nap.

"sit down on the toilet." eren side eyed you before sitting on the lid of the toilet, you coming up in front of him to pull the hair tie out of his hair. "your hair's a mess, and i'll put the necklace on."

surprisingly, no complaints from eren arose, he sat quiet as you carded your fingers through his brown locks, pulling his hair back into a neater bun, flyaways still decorating his face in a more purposeful manner. hair tickled the back of his hair as well, but you liked the messy look. you grabbed the pendant from his rough hands, unclasping the back before putting it around his neck, him leaning forward to give you a better angle while he stared down at your feet. "better."

eren looked over you from where he sat on the toilet seat, a calm face present. "aren't you gonna get cold? or your feet might hurt." he pointed to your white heels detailed with clear.

"i'll be fine," you dusted his shoulder before he stood up, once again towering over you, seemingly more intimidating now that he stood straight up. "i have a jacket that i'll put in the car."

you and eren made your way back downstairs, your jacket and phone now in hand, eren likewise. carla practically gasped at the sight of you two, her eyes growing like saucers at your attire. "you guys look so cute!" she came over, taking your hands into hers. "all grownup."

"mom..." eren exasperated, grabbing your wrist to pull you more towards the front door, away from carla.

"eren, it's okay," you pulled out of his grip, turning back towards her. "thank you so much."

carla smiled, heading towards eren. "and my handsome boy," she swiped at his shirt, making sure there were no dust particles on it much like you had did earlier, then tugging at the key pendant on his neck, straightening the necklace. "you guys be safe, i love you."

eren placed his hand over his mom's, moving it down from the chain and back into her own vicinity. "yeah, love you too." his hand made a 'come on' gesture, and with a tilt of his head, you were following him again. "let's go."

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"eren, wait." he didn't hear you, still making his way around the crowd of bodies, annoyance creeping up in your veins as you tried to keep up with him. "eren!" still, no response, only him still moving forward making you groan in annoyance. you rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time, and let them land on the bar next to you. "hitch!" you called out, her and the blonde next to her turning towards the sound of her name being called, who you soon recognized as annie.

hitch waved you over excitedly, almost bouncing in her seat at the sight of you. you made your way over, sitting beside her as she pulled you into a tight hug. "____, hey! didn't really think you'd be here."

"why not?" you hummed, bartender looking your way to see if you would hint that you wanted a drink.

"not sure, i just thought you'd be chilling in your room right about now. i was just telling annie about some boys, there's a lot of cute ones here if you want to get some."

"i'm good." you peered down at her drink, clear liquid detailed with greenery, a lime sitting on the side of the glass. "what are you drinking?"

"a mojito," hitch wiggled her eyebrows as she recalled the drink in a sing song voice. "wanna try it?" she pushed it towards your lips. you shrugged your shoulders sipping at her straw without a care. the drink stung a bit, your face twisting as you shook your head.

"i'll just get a martini. what's annie drinking?"

"dunno, probably water." hitch moved a piece of her hair behind her ear, glancing at the clear liquid in front of annie. "oh, yeah. like i was saying..." her voice trailed off to you as you began to talk to the bartender, ordering yourself a martini.

you sipped on your drink, only half listening to hitch. every time she tried to confirm that you were listening by going "right, _____?" you would nod your head even if you couldn't remember the last thing she said.

"_____, _____!" a familiar raspy voice was calling your name, pulling you out of your thoughts. you, hitch and annie once again looked towards the source of the sound, sasha's hand outstretched in your direction as she came forward, dragging along connie. "hey, you're here!"

you shot sasha a smile, putting down your drink and embracing her into a side hug, waving at connie as well. "hey, sash! yeah, how'd you know?"

"i went to go find connie so he could buy me a drink, and i saw eren and asked if you were here too. he said you didn't know where you were though, but what a coincidence." sasha made herself comfortable in the seat beside you, connie staying standing as there were no more seats to the left of sasha. "what's that?" she pulled your martini forward, putting it to her lips with no hesitance, beaming at the taste. "this, what's this?"

you laughed at sasha's antics, her presence making the event at hand all the more better, you missed hanging out with her, only having night classes with her the semester before. "it's a martini."

"yeah, connie, get me this!" connie let out a sigh and went to the other side of the bar where there was seating to comfortably order and wait for sasha’s drink. "he's so nice, i literally forgot my wallet, and that would've been so tragic if they had some good food here." sasha hummed, reluctantly pushing your drink back over in front of you. "how long have you been here?"

"not for long," you responded, taking another sip of your drink. "maybe like thirty minutes or so, eren left me like as soon as we got here so i've just been sitting with hitch and annie." you gestured to the girls beside you, hitch engaging annie in more conversation who almost forcibly listened, seeming to care less, although hitch told her anyways, getting the occasional nod from the blonde.

"oh, i've been here for like an hour now, i met this really cute boy. i don't know his name but he's blonde, and cute, like really cute." she clasped her hands together at the thought of the boy. "i danced with him, he was so nice, i need to find him again tonight." when connie returned with her drink she thanked him profusely, hugging his arm dramatically before letting him go so he could return to his other friends, waving off to you once more.

"well, find out his name maybe."

"i had it, i just forgot!" she pondered. "i think it started with an m, or an n or something, i don't know." you laughed again, taking another drink of the beverage in front of you ice basically being left in the glass, sasha beginning to drink hers as well. "you should come out to the floor and dance, it's literally so fun. plus, everyone else would probably wanna see you. historia is here! jean is too, and like— some other people."

"are you gonna finish your drink first?" you had no problem going out to dance, although you rather just watch from the outside.

"i'll take it with me. is that a yes? c'mon!" sasha exclaimed, picking her drink off the table and pulling you from your seat. you and sasha made your way through the surplus of bodies until you felt the surface under your heels change. you didn't see anyone you knew but you were sure sasha did as she perked up then looking back at you. "there's the boy, look!" you followed her direction of sight a boy with a middle part, blonde strands flopping at the sides of his forehead. he was cute for sasha, and the joy that glowed on her face made you smile.

you truly did miss her, and the excitement she brought into your own life, coercing you to go out to eat with her, begging to come over after classes despite it being night, and pushing you to attend parties and events.

"can i go over to him?" sasha begged, tightening her hold on your arm before making puppy dog eyes. "look," and with her finger she pointed towards a connie, him speaking while moving back and forth to the song playing loudly, music filling your ears. "connie is over there, i'll take you over." you sighed but couldn't help but cast a smile at her, her hickory ponytail bouncing as she took you over to connie.

connie was in the midst of talking to jean, who you recognized right off the bat, his ash brown hair scaping his neck, eyebrows lifting when he saw you approach with your friend. "connie— and jean, hey, jean. look who's here." connie glanced at you, then to sasha.

"i saw her earlier." he said, pausing from talking, his movements slowing. "but, hey again, _____." connie punched your shoulder lightly in a joking manner.

"well, i didn't," jean's hand rested on his chest as he spoke before pulling you into a hug moving the drink in his hand to the side as he did so, cheesing at you. "hey, _____. when did you get here?"

"when eren got here, if you've seen him."

jean's smile disappeared, an "oh," leaving his mouth blankly. "you look nice. how's everything?"

you stepped forward, closer to jean and connie as sasha left your side to go talk to the mystery boy. you grinned at the compliment, showing your appreciation. "thanks... i'm good, how about you?" you only really heard about jean through eren and sasha, also seeing him around campus more often than not. he was good company for the times you've been around him, but you and mikasa had to constantly get him out of scuffles with eren although they were pretty good friends.

"good, that's good. i'm good too. you're just now getting on the floor?"

"yeah, thanks to sasha. why? you wanna dance with me or something?" you joked, nudging jean's shoulder, earning a small laugh from connie as well that you could barely hear.

"jean you better watch it, this my girl." connie interrupted playfully, snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you closer in spite of jean. jean glared at connie before letting his drink run down his throat again, adam's apple bobbing.

"yeah, yeah, _____, wanna dance?" you complied, connie letting go of you and off to do his own thing as you came more up to jean, moving side to side with him as you mouthed the lyrics to the song. you relished in your movements, being able to loosen up and just dance, jean fluently following your movements as well, frequently mumbling the lyrics he knew. when granted you turned around letting your back hit jean's chest, his lip upturning as he looked down at you, watching you do your own thing. his free hand came down to your side to hold you in place as you danced, feeling the song playing. he studied your face from what he could see, noticing how carefree and relaxed you look. "looks like you needed a night out." he said loudly so you could hear.

"i guess. it's just nice to be able to see all of you at once, just letting myself live a little, especially since i don't get out a lot."

"you really don't. you should talk to sash more, have her bring you to some more parties or something like you used to always come to."

you bent over slightly, only so that you were no longer pressed flush against jean, letting your rear grind against him a bit. "you miss me? you can invite me out too you know, just depends if i'm feeling it that day or not."

"so you're asking me to text you more?" jean took your movements lightly, hand still resting at your side, his own body surprisingly cool albeit your actions, continuing to drink the beverage at hand.

you snorted picking yourself back up and adjusting your dress, swaying your hips once more. "jean kirschstein; always a flirt." jean and you both laughed, and he tapped your hip before gesturing towards the bar.

"you know it— but, i'm gonna get a refill, you enjoy yourself." jean began walking away, pep in his step and you chuckled to yourself, standing around until you took it upon yourself to find someone else you knew.

you walked slowly, looking for a familiar face, sasha almost nowhere to be found. you contemplated going back to the bar to sit down with hitch and annie again, or go converse with jean again, but you spotted armin wandering around almost aimlessly in the crowd as well, your face lighting up at the sight. "armin!" you called out, and thank goodness for his sharp ears, the blonde turning around almost immediately at the sound of his name. his smile was large and he came over,

"______!"

you brought armin into a side hug, a funny look on your face. "armin, hey. you looking for someone?" you asked, referring to his walking around just seconds before you called for him. the blonde scratched the back of his neck, nodding his head with a nervous laugh. "yeah, um... annie, i was looking for annie." your mouth dropped into an 'o', eyebrows lifting up in surprise. you remember eren foreshadowing that armin would be there for annie, and it made you giggle.

"annie?" you smirked, watching his eyes dart around the club, avoiding your eyes. "well, i think she's at the bar talking to hitch. want me to come with?" you weren't planning on grabbing another drink, as you could already feel some of the alcohol buzzing through, but you of course weren't drunk, and you needed it to stay that way.

you felt a hard slap of a hand on your shoulder, whipping your head back to see sasha all bugged eye standing behind you, a concerned expression crossing your face. armin, noticing the drift of your attention gave a curt nod. "no, it's fine, i'll find her." then walking off in the direction of the small bar.

"_____, guess what, guess what!" sasha exclaimed, turning you around by your shoulder, her cheeks high from smiling hard, face flushed from the countless drinks you assumed she must've had since you saw her, another one present in her hand as you spoke. you could only wonder who bought her it.

"hi, yes sash, what's up?"

"the guy— he's literally so cute, and guess what!" she repeated, eager to have you try to guess her next statement.

"um what? you got his number?"

she profusely shook her head, bangs whipping back and forth as she stabled herself on your shoulder, pulling down the dress she was wearing before leaning into your ear. "he can cook too, he told me he's a chef, i mean can you believe that? i don't even know if i want to take him home." she giggled before pulling away, eyes going up to the ceiling in thought. "i should probably get his number too, shouldn't i?"

"well if you're not gonna take him home then you should probably get that now."

"oh, no," her hand paused on your chest while she took a swig of the alcohol in hand. "i'm taking him home for sure, i just got to get the number too, he's so sweet!"

sasha's energy was a lot, her eyes darting around once more. "look, eren's coming over," she pointed with her drink behind you and you turned back to indeed see eren heading over to the two of you, his eyes pointed down at his feet as he watched his step around the excess bodies of sweaty people clashing around him, careful not to step on any feet. "i'm gonna go use the bathroom because i really have to pee, then i'm gonna get his number, ok?" sasha said, you saying an "okay," as she stumbled away to find the bathrooms.

just as she stepped away, eren stepped forward, him placing his hand on your lower back to push you more towards him and get you away from other people. "hey," he said in a louder tone for you to hear.

"hey." your feet moved with eren's as you noticed he was side stepping in an effort to dance less awkwardly, making you hold back a laugh.

"are you enjoying the party?"

"yeah, its nice. i've seen a lot of people so far."

eren peered down at you, eyeing you with another indecipherable look, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip and his eyes squinting slightly. he moved his hand to your side in effort to turn you around, leaning down to your ear. "enjoy yourself a little more, dance with me, i haven't seen you all night."

you looked at eren, his head near your ear causing the deviate hairs on the side of his head to tickle you. "i am... and that's your fault, you left me almost as soon as we got here."

eren ignored your last statement, pressing his palm to the dimples of your back. "lower." he droned, curiosity crossing his face as he wondered if you would comply or not, although he was just messing around.

"eren!" you slapped his arm, another foreign feeling coursing your skin as he tittered in your ear before pulling back.

"what? you're my bestfriend, i'm just messing, plus you'd be at like— my legs anyways." eren gave you a testing gaze, watching you lift a brow up at his slick words. with courage, you challenged eren, pushing back on him a little more, letting your backside brush against him in the slightest playfully. eren's hand stiffened on your side before he turned you back around.

"did you feel that in your legs?" you didn't think eren would take you seriously. you could play around with each other like that, and sometimes you did.

"woah, stop..." he let out a shaky laugh, it sounding more like a huff of breath. "uh, i'm gonna go head over for another drink... do you want one too? i'll pay." his voice came out almost in a pleading manner, but you shook your head brushing him off.

"it's cool, one of us has to stay sober— i wouldn't want you crashing zeke's car either, he'd kill you."

"whatever... but, you sure?"

"yes, i'm sure... i'm gonna go find somewhere to sit anyways, i'm kind of sick of standing."

"i told you your feet were gonna hurt."

"i didn't say they hurt, i said i was sick of standing, stupid. go get your drink." you pushed eren forward a little bit, him looking over you one more time before letting you go, heading in the direction of the same bar almost everyone you had encountered had sat at at least once today.

you wanted to find somewhere to sit, and it wasn't too hard, a broad seating area with small lounge couches and seating in the corner of the club, and sitting one of the couches was pieck, surveying the area, a peaceful expression on her face as she sat with porco. you mentally high fived yourself for spotting another one of your acquaintances, striding over, watching pieck's face practically glow at your arrival, porco not caring much. "pieck," you held your hands out, gesturing to the dark haired girl. "comes to a party, and lays down with porco for half of it."

"so you finally found me." was the first thing she said, intertwining one of her hands with yours and pulling you down to sit with her, laughing at you. "i was out there earlier, and now i'm drinking. pock here wouldn't even let me be out there for too long if i wanted too."

"and let those filthy hands touch you? damn right." he grumbled, arm swung around the back of the seat the three of you were seated on.

"see? pock; forever the life of the party." pieck mimics your earlier tone, using her hands to gesture out like you before the two of you burst into fits of laughter. "but, i saw you being the life of the party and dancing out there."

you scoffed. "barely, i danced with only a couple people, that's all."

"sasha, jean, eren." she leaned forward, bumping you with her hand that held her drink.

"why'd you say eren like that?"

pieck looked to porco, almost snorting at your obliviousness before looking back at you. "he was watching you when you were getting down with jean, then you kind of... got down with him too." her eyes got wide mockingly, before she giggled at her own words, downing some of her alcohol.

"barely," you said again. "i'm just friend's with both of them— and jean is just naturally flirty i guess. i'm just chilling, like you."

porco looked over at your last sentence, eyeing pieck with a muddled guise, her catching on before lightly rubbing his hand that sat on his thigh in security. "not chilling like that, pock, she means i'm just sitting around."

"i'm not stupid, i knew that."

another burst of short lived laughter from you and pieck, porco rolling his eyes at the two of your antics. "well eren and jean are over there now."

you glanced over at the direction of pieck's gaze, spotting eren seated beside armin and annie, and a new face you didn't even see all night, historia talking to eren with a black haired girl next to her, arms crossed. jean stood on the other side of them, leaning on the counter seeming to be listening intently. something seemed off about the conversation but eren seemed to be nonchalant about it so you didn't think twice. "so annie was still at the bar? i guess hitch left her." you said mostly to yourself, recalling when you told armin where the stoic girl was earlier that evening.

"yeah," pieck still heard you. "look at annie and armin," she used her drink to gesture towards the two.

"cute, almost makes me want to get in a relationship, surrounded by all these lovebirds." you said jokingly, specifically aiming your sentence to pieck and porco next to you, and not so much annie and armin as you weren't even sure if they dated.

"i could pluck a couple candidates for you."

"who?"

"i don't think you'd like my answer."

you shook your head at pieck, only letting the comment linger on your mind for a bit before letting your eyes wander back to historia and eren. they seemed to be having a heated conversation from the distance you were at, historia's drink in hand as she spoke to eren, her hands flailing at the same time while eren drank his own, seemingly half-listening. "was historia always here?"

pieck looked ahead to the bar as well. "i'm assuming you mean the blondie from this afternoon? i remember her, but i don't recall seeing her until probably just a couple minutes ago, why? you're gonna go over and say hi?"

"nah, she's a sweetheart though; she'd be happy to see me regardless, but, i think she might be a little annoyed with me because of what happened between her and eren. if i pass her later then yeah."

historia frowned as both her and you, despite your distance watched eren turn around to armin and jean, saying something that made jean burst out laughing and armin and the raven haired girl next to historia's jaw drop. what jean said after was inaudible from where you sat, but you could just see the words "eren," formed on armin's lip. your eyes widened as when eren turned back around historia's hand flew forward, drink wrapped around her fingers letting the contents inside of the cup spill forward onto eren's shirt, the red shade of the liquid seeping into it.

you gasped and pieck did too, her moving her hair out of her face to make sure the events that were splayed out were really happening. "oh my gosh," you muttered, standing up and taking long strides over to the bar.

armin's hand wrapped around eren's wrist, tugging him back before he could lose his temper on the small girl in front of him. "eren, leave it!" you could hear armin say, worry in his tone as eren shook out of his grip. but before he could do anything else in response you were in front of him, your eyebrows furrowed and your hands placed on the front of eren's shirt, avoiding the wet spots as you pushed him backwards a little.

"eren, hey, eren, stop!" you raised your voice slightly, his eyes still trained on historia who you stepped in front of, her stepping back, with the other girl, who you could now tell was mina, but you could only remember her so vaguely, hearing about her from eren more than seeing her more often than not.

eren looked down at you, his expression softening only a tad bit when he saw your own angered one as you tried to calm him down. you twisted your neck back to look at historia with a disappointed look, her looking almost surprised to see you here as well, as if she genuinely didn't know you'd be here. "historia..." you sighed more so to yourself before looking at eren's shirt again.

"_____, i can take him to the bathroom to help him." armin proposed, coming up beside you and examining eren's shirt as well. luckily because of the dark color it only looked like a water stain, but you knew it was irritating eren nonetheless.

"it's fine, i'll take him, thank you arm—"

"no, let's go, get your stuff." eren interrupted you, turning towards the barstool he was sitting on previously to grab his phone. his tone was low and domineering, almost telling you that yes, you were leaving right now, not that you had any complaints; you were already getting tired, hence why you took a seat with pieck.

"um, i left my stuff in the car, and i have my phone." you felt your chest to make sure your device was still tucked away, and it was, eren grabbing your upper arm and for the thousandth time that day, tugging you away. you could only look back with a sorry gaze at armin, noticing jean's still shocked expression, and realization dawning on historia's own face. you would have to shoot pieck a text later that night as well, as you could no longer see her as eren dragged you out the club.

once you took step outside the cold breeze hit your arm, but one of your arm's were still held captive so you couldn't rub your limbs to try and soothe the aching cold, getting annoyed by the way eren was pulling you along with him. "eren, let go." you pulled your arm back, and easier than you thought, your arm slipped out of his grip as the two of you reached the car. this time he didn't open the car door for you, both of you getting into your designated sides simultaneously, eren starting his brother's car again.

"what happened?" you asked almost immediately, eyes still looking down to the splotch of alcohol on his black top. you knew it would turn into a stain without the proper care of the material.

eren basically ignored you, looking over to your side once before beginning to drive off letting silence fall over the two of you. you huffed and looked out the window, resting your head on your palm and just letting eren's temper wash away with the car ride. you'd coerce him to tell you when the two of you got back to carla's house.

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eren unlocked the front door, letting you get inside first. all the lights were shut, his mom most likely sleeping, yet the two of you were still quiet.

eren almost immediately began stripping off his shirt, first starting by placing both of his keys on the counter, alongside his phone, while you placed your own belongings beside his. he took off his tee, pendant slapping against his chest once the shirt was off. you used your right foot to kick off your left heel and did the same with the reciprocating leg.

before he could toss his shirt onto the table chair you reached out, grabbing it and going to flip on the kitchen light, heading over to the sink. eren studied your movements slightly surprised by your immediate efforts to help him, which to him should be no shock; you were always willing to help eren, always one step ahead of him before he could make mistakes, always rushing after him before his mistakes as well.

he came over beside you as you studied the stain, your delicate hands stretching out the fabric to examine it further. "what was she drinking?"

eren looked up from his shirt to your face, you too concentrated on the shirt to notice. "how am i supposed to know?" you gave him a browbeaten stare, him shifting uncomfortably before speaking again. "i don't know... it was something red i think."

"i'm gonna hand wash it and put it in the dryer. next time you wash clothes you can wash it too." you murmured, turning on the sink water before drizzling dish soap onto the black material. eren watched you silently, almost in awe at your domestic movements, your hands moving faintly yet firmly when you scrubbed at his shirt. he decided to break the silence instead of continuing to watch you.

"... i was just talking to armin and jean, and then she came over with her friend."

you immediately scoffed, breathing air through your nose at his last words, not even looking back at eren. "her friend? you know her name eren, i know you do."

eren stared at his shoes, tapping his fingers against the counter he leaned against. "yeah, mina. well they came over, and she was just talking to me like normal—"

"eren." your tone was almost threatening— like a mothers warning. you were glad he finally felt the need to tell you about the events that your mind was pondering on, but the way he sounded like he was attempting to dumb down the story itched you wrong. eren could tell by the tone of your voice that you were slightly upset, and he decided not to push any further.

"well she started talking to me about everything, her and mina were like... interrogating me about the situation, how i... played them," the words felt almost foreign coming from eren's mouth. you could almost see him visibly cringing from the angle he was at beside you. "and then i said something that she took the wrong way, i said it to jean and armin, then she threw her drink at me." the more he talked the lower his voice got until it was merely above a whisper, almost as if the embarrassment was only just dawning on him.

you let the quiet simmer for a little longer, ringing out the fabric in your hand before rolling up the material and making your way to the laundry room, eren following behind like a lost puppy. you brushed your hand against the laundry room door, turning to eren for confirmation that it was the right room if you could remember, and he nodded his head. with a sigh you threw the garment into the dryer, setting it to dry for only twenty minutes then letting the dryer run.

eren once again let his eyes follow you as you stepped in front of him crossing your arms, your brows coming together creating a crease between them, and your eyes squinted at him. "so why'd you do it?"

no response, only emeralds darting around the room to avoid your own strong gaze. you weren't angry, no, as cliché as it is you were merely disappointed— maybe even irritated, and of course confused.

"hm? what'd you get out of hurting them?" you stepped closer, eren making no attempt to step back.

"... i dont know, i—"

"you don't know? you just doing this for fun? cause it's not fun for them, and it's not fun for me when random girls always come up to me, like historia; telling me about what you did." you pointed an accusing finger at his chest. "like, i just don't get it eren." your hand came up to your face as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

eren was almost at loss for words, only being able to listen to you speak, and only able to observe the array of motions that came and went on your face in a single minute, observe how you tapped your foot against the hardwood floor, or the way you tucked your lip between your teeth in frustration every time you took a pause in telling him off.

"eren... i'm not saying she was right for throwing that drink on you, because she's not, but you," another brief pause, and your eyes meeting eren’s, a sympathetic look on them. okay, yeah you weren't mad, you just wanted to know what was going on through eren's head. "you can't keep just doing them girls like that, thinking that nobody's gonna bite back."

"______, i'm sorry..." he didn't want you to be disappointed, he didn't want you to be upset with him. it was some kind of heavy guilt that turned his stomach. he took it upon himself to grab one of your hands, and surprisingly you didn't pull away, his fingers rubbing your knuckles in an attempt to soothe your nerves. "'m sorry,"

"eren, you're apologizing to the wrong person." eren genuinely didn't know what to say, he knew you weren't the person to apologize to but he wanted your forgiveness as well. you let go of his hand moving it to the key around his neck, fiddling with it between your fingers as a mere distraction. he watched your soft fingers move, and it gave him a sense of comfort and fidelity, a warmness in his chest.

"i know..." his tone was filled with culpability, and it made you feel bad despite the position he put your friend in.

"you know, your mom talked to me earlier." you unconsciously slid your hand up his chest to his shoulder. your touch, your touch was enticing to him whether you knew it or not. "she said she wanted me to help you out and help you be the best version of yourself as possible." your other hand went on your hip to steady yourself further, but eren pulled it away and brought it to his other shoulder, you giving them a squeeze that made his stomach flip. "so that's what i'm trying to do, because that's what she wants, and because i love you."

eren practically choked when the words left your lips. not that he's never heard it from you before, no, being his best friend for so long it was such a casual thing to say 'i love you', and it was actually repeated more often than not. but now, why did it feel any different now? "i love you too..." he said hesitantly, bringing his own hands to your forearms, massaging the skin much like he did your thigh the previous morning. "you're not mad right?"

"no, if you can do better for me i won't be." truth being, he'd do anything for you. you let your hands glide up until you were cupping his face, giving his cheek a playful pat to show you weren't mad at him, then coming back down to tug at his chain, like his mom did earlier. "c'mon, let's go get changed."

and it hit him— he was awestruck.

it all made sense, fleeting touches he would give you, the way he relished in your skin on his, wanting you to be in his presence— better yet in his arms. the way your own touch on his; like you putting his necklace on for him, or you fixing his hair, how he would look at you in awe as you did so, how it gave him a sense of calmness. you were always looking out for him, and he didn't realize he was looking out for you too, always a protective grip on you, pulling him along with you, watching you from afar when he had the chance, searching for you when you've been away for too long. and you, when you would check on him, fix his attire, fix his necklace, taking after what you've learned from his mom just showed the mutual bond the two of you had, but the longer the bond stayed cordial, the longer he longed for you more. so when your hand slipped from his necklace and you began to walk around him he couldn't help but whine your name lowly and tug you back towards him, abruptly spinning you back around and letting his hands hold your jaw as he pressed his lips against yours, not considering the impact of the action in that brief moment.

you were caught off guard, the feeling of his full lips on yours felt oddly good, but it wasn't right— no it wasn't right at all to you, but to eren it felt completely right, like you were made for him, his other hand pulling you closer by your waist, the silk material of your dress underneath his hand making him squeeze tighter as if his hand would slip away.

you tried pulling away, and eren could feel it, your reluctance and your hands trying to push him away, but just a little longer, a little more, a little bit more time for his lips to engulf yours, until you both had to pull back for air, your nails leaving crescent moons on his chest from your efforts to push him away from you. he heaved, a croak of your name coming out as you shook your head despite the feeling of the kiss you shared sending the butterflies in your stomach abroad. "eren, no... i can't, you‚"

"no," he was desperate, his voice having that same pleading tone from when he asked you to get a drink with him at the bar. "it's not like that, this is different!"

your eyebrows pointed upwards, something in you did want to believe him but you couldn't. but then again, what would make him want to do that? when did he ever start finding you appealing? was it the kiss just now that made you realize that this wasn't the eren you always tried to take care of? that this wasn't eren jaeger whos ears would get red when his mom would tug on them, or who convinced her to paint his walls an ugly green, or the eren that'd kick you out of his room? this was eren, who grew his hair out to his shoulders, who joined a sports team and gained abs that rippled under his shirt which you finally noticed, eren who would make small sexual innuendos that probably had more lying underneath it than you thought.

this was eren that kissed you, and you kind of wanted to kiss him back.

"i promise." his lips were flushed, much like his face, small wispy hairs from the bun that would never stay put for too long swimming around his face. his palm still lingered on your waist but his other hand was now gripping one of your wrists on his chest. he never knew how to keep his hands to his self, and that only increased now. you didn't even realize he was inching closer, practically begging for more contact. "my mom would kill me if i played you anyways."

and so you let his lips collide with yours again, your mouths moving in synchronization this time around. eren's hands fumbled for the laundry room light before he tapped your thigh signaling you to wrap your legs around his waist. you knew his intentions but you still obliged. he shut the door and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you to the kitchen light, doing the same as the previous room, him carrying you carefully in the dark, taking his time to get upstairs quietly with you in his arms until you both were in his room, him finally settling you down on the bed and turning on a dim lamp on his desk.

"shit," he mumbled watching you splay out in front of him, although your knees were touching as you laid back to hide yourself slightly while eren fumbled taking his shoes off. your dress was sliding up your thighs, and if you opened your legs you were sure eren would get a clear view of the cotton underwear you changed into that morning.

eren didn't want to be too hasty, he wanted to show you that this was gonna be about you and your pleasure, to show you that this wasn't another one of his flings and that you were important, you meant something to him but he just couldn't see it until now. so he towered over you, watching the way you bit your lip anxiously and it made his heart skip a beat, you were so cute, and he always knew so but the thought only audibly hit him now. he massaged your knees, one of his favorite soothing actions to do to you, until he slowly pulled them apart, feeling you tense up. "it's okay..."

so you moved along with him, and likewise, your dress slid up some more, eren pushing it up to your stomach, you lifting your hips to help him do so. he eyed you, making sure you were comfortable, and he couldn't help but lean down to kiss your lips once more, before pushing you further up the bed so he could lean over you. "you want this too, right?"

you nodded your head, letting out a shaky breath as his kisses trailed down your neck, eren using his arms to support himself as he leaned between your legs. you could feel the denim of his black jeans pressing up against you slightly and you clenched, your knees hitting eren's sides. "you gonna let me treat you right, make you feel good?" more kisses down your sternum, until they reached the cleavage of your breasts, eren looking up at you with those recognizable doe eyes, and you pulled his head back up, fingers brushing against his ears.

"yes, eren." his name, his name on your lips never sounded so nice.

eren turned his head sideways to kiss your palm before giving you a boyish smile then tugging at the straps of your dress. "want me to take this off?" he was so verbal, it made you feel so safe and secure. when you nodded your head he began to slowly pull the fabric off of you. he took his time, feeling every inch of your body, every curve beneath his hands, the softness of your flesh against his knuckles. he almost groaned out seeing your body almost bare in front of him. you were so pretty, it almost wasn't fair that it took him this much time to take action. "pretty." he spoke under his breath, but you heard it, and your hand slowly went to your mouth to hide your smile, your other one wrapping around your own waist to hide yourself, and eren caught on, moving your hands. "stop hiding, beautiful."

the compliments went right up your spine, your eyes fluttering as he skipped over your bra and let his kisses head down south, peppering your stomach in them. he let his fingers run up against your sides, eyes looking up to you for a second to make sure you were comfortable to where his hands and mouth were headed. eren's fingers dusted the waistband of your underwear, his teeth grazing the material as well before he pulled back, letting them snap against your skin, you hissing in response. "eren," you whined, feeling yourself grow even slicker from his onslaught.

"yes?" he said almost tauntingly. you could feel his hot breath over your lower abdomen, and you felt like you were being tickled. he decided to be a little slower, moving his hands to your thighs instead, rubbing at them, his fingers ghosting over your skin the closer he got to your heat, and when your mouth dropped open, the smallest moan came out of your mouth when he let his palm rest over you, he couldn't help but rut his length onto your thigh a little through his jeans.

when your legs spread more between him, he took it upon himself to go back down to the same position he was in, holding one of your legs apart by your knee while the other one attempted to pull your panties over your legs. eren was growing excited watching your hips lift up and your underwear fly across the room. his eyes were dark, hungry almost as he watched you try to close your legs again, but his hand was still holding them open as he stared at your glistening cunt. "damn," he breathed out shakily, jade eyes swapping between the view of your face staring at the ceiling in slight nervousness, and your pussy, sitting pretty in front of him, for him. "let me taste you."

you nodded your head almost too fast, and that urged eren on, him settling himself in between your legs. "you're so sexy," his thumb gave your clit a few test rubs watching your hips buck up slightly, and you could feel yourself pulse, aching for more contact, but eren was being painfully slow. he let his thumb drop down lower until it slide between your folds, gathering your slick on the digit, pride filling his body at how much coated his thumb. "you're so wet because of me." way to fill his ego. you rolled your eyes with a small chuckle that made him reciprocate, the childish smile returning on his face.

"stop..." you said, letting your hand fall to your stomach, the small moment of laughter making you a tad bit more comfortable. eren closed his eyes, pressing his tongue against your clit before flipping it and dragging it down to your entrance. before you could even buck your hips up his hand flew to your side, his fingers pressing into your skin, holding your hips in place, a whine leaving your lips that egged eren on. "fuck," the new sensation of his tongue on you, simply sitting on your hole had you wriggling underneath him. he opened his eyes to watch you, your head thrown back on your pillow, mouth agape your hand now kneading at your breast, bra pulled down around you waist, and eren couldn't help but smirk against your throbbing heat.

"you like that?" his lips moved against you and you visibly shuddered, causing eren to chuckle.

"yeah..."

eren pressed a kiss to your clit before finally letting his tongue slip into your hole, a small gasp eliciting from you as you felt yourself clench around the wet muscle. he audibly groaned, the way you tasted and felt around him making him tighten in his pants. he pushed his tongue in and out, relishing in each of your gasps and the moans you tried to hide. he pulled back for a brief moment, bringing his fingers up to spread your lips. "don't hold back, i wanna hear you." and he slid his tongue up your slit before sliding it back in, essentially tongue fucking you, your back arching as much as possible under his restraint.

"eren, fuck— more," you hissed. it felt almost teasing, you needed something bigger, something to fill you up and fuck you good, and the thought alone along with eren's tongue venturing inside of you made you even wetter, and eren could feel it, slurping at your juices. the vibrations made you yelp out, his grip on one side of your hips tightening while he readjusted his fingers in a v-shape to hold your lips apart.

eren gave you a small break, pulling back for a brief moment to let you calm down before gently sucking on your clit. he let his tongue sit on it then went back down, this time taking his index and sliding it into you, a drawled out moan leaving you. your eyes squeezed shut, and no— no, it still wasn't enough, but it felt so good.

eren smiled to himself, seeing you shaking in pleasure, knowing it was him doing so, and let his fingers do some work, kissing up your thighs then nibbling on the skin slightly, your other leg sliding up and down on the bed and your toes curling. he pecked kisses back down your thigh until his lips met your clit again, lapping at it lightly and letting the cold air hit it before pressing his open mouth against it and sucking, small hums of content leaving him.

"i can't," you could feel yourself throb as eren pumped his finger in and out of you, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside of you and you almost cried out, that familiar feeling of an overload of pleasure creeping up on you. "i'm gonna come," and god, did he want to feel you cream all on his mouth.

"gonna come for me?" eren added another finger, feeling you squeeze around him as he continued to thrust them into you, letting his lips come back to lick at your heat as he fingered you faster while his other hand trailed up and down your sides instead of holding them down. you let one of your hands come back down into eren's hair, finding a grip on the brown locks and pushing his head down further, eren humming in content, sucking harder for your pleasure.

"yes, eren, yes!" you blabbered, the heat in your lower abdomen twisting around as you grind against eren's face until your orgasm tumbled over you, your hips stuttering, back arching while eren slipped his fingers out, taking both of your thighs on either side of his head and helping you come down from your climax while he licked at you until you were back calm yet your breathing uneven.

eren pulled off of you with a pop, his eyes meeting yours, but you only looked for a split second before you let them go down to his lips, covered in your wetness, and he smiled, his tongue slipping over his top and bottom lip. "you taste good, that was good..." he climbed over top of you until his fingers were prodding at your lips, asking for entrance so he could have you taste yourself, and you complied, lips parting and his digits slipping in while your tongue swirled around them. he curved his fingers, pushing them further down your throat as far as possible before slipping them out and coming down to kiss you, the taste of you even more apparent as your mouths met. he slipped his tongue in, grabbing your jaw and kissing you fervently, tongues dancing together for a bit before he reluctantly pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours. "good job."

your hands made quick work of pulling off your bra completely despite the ache from keeping your legs apart while eren shifted backwards off the bed as you watched him unzip his jeans, pulling down his pants until he was left in grey boxers. he pulled those down too, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen without shame and you nearly drooled when he took it in his hand, rubbing up and down the length while coming back over to his bed. you grabbed eren's hand, trying to keep your eyes off of his length making him let out a low laugh. "you scared?" he joked as you brought him down next to you.

"shut up— no, i'm not." your hands moved to his chest pushing him down to his pillows but eren sat back up, placing his own hands over yours.

"woah, it's okay, you don't have to." he realized you wanted to suck him off, but he didn't want to make it about him tonight as to not give you any ideas that any of this was temporary. he wanted to take it easy and pleasure you like he just did, make you feel good, and make you cry out his name, not vice versa. "you lay down." eren flipped the two of you, until you were back underneath him, and he took it upon himself to rub your breast, letting his thumb and index twirl one of your nipples between his fingers. his mouth came in contact with your other boob, talented tongue going to work at your reciprocating nipple for a brief moment before pulling back. "i don't know if i have a condom."

you glance up at eren, a frown forming on your face. you knew he messed around a lot and that somewhat worried you. "you don't have condoms here or something?" your eyes darted around his room.

"it's my mom's house, no i don't have condoms." eren was growing impatient, precum visibly leaking out his tip so he took it upon himself to smooth it down his length while he thought. "i'm clean though, i swear." he added. "i haven't had sex in a couple weeks either." you gave eren a wary look. "i'm not lying."

with a roll of your eyes you nodded your head and shifted around, but eren stopped you halfway, hand pulling your hip back down to the bed. "nah, i want to see your face, gorgeous." just as fast as he slipped out of his alluring mood, he slipped back into it and your lip twitched as his hand ran down your side until it was back at your thigh, eren pulling your leg further from the other. he looked down to position himself in front of you, mouth in an 'o' shape at the sight in front of him. he was about to fuck you, and fuck you so good. "you ready?"

"mhm."

so eren slid himself inside of you, both of you groaning simultaneously until he was buried at the hilt— and this is what you longed for. you felt so full and it felt so nice, the way he stretched you out was indescribable and your mouth hung open, small gasps coming out as your hand gripped at eren's forearm near your head. "fuck, you okay?"

albeit your eyes being squeezed shut and eren feeling like he was splitting you open, you nodded your head hastily, nails digging more into his skin. it had been awhile since you had sex yourself, so the feeling almost felt like your first again. "yeah... you're just, so— big..." you managed to breathe out. you should've kept your mouth shut, you could practically see eren's ego inflate, his lip twitching trying to suppress his smile.

he brought his palm to your face, smoothing over the skin with his thumb. "yeah? well you're so tight," eren pushed a little further until his tip was brushing your cervix, then his body coming back a little bit until his head was a distance above your pussy, collecting spit in the front of his mouth before letting it slowly drop down onto your clit, rubbing it in to soothe you further as he pulled out a bit, tantalizingly slow. "i'll go slow at first."

eren pushed in and out slowly like he promised, but it didn't last for long, his pace quickening fast, but luckily he continued to rub you in circular motions to help ease the pain until it melted into pleasure. "can't believe you're letting me fuck this pretty pussy of yours." he groaned out, his hips rocking against yours.

the way you wrapped around him, squeezing him impossibly tight wasn't fair. you felt exactly how he thought you would, maybe even better, and every thrust of him inside you had him holding back more and more. "shit, _____." his voice came out in a whimper, and his elbows were brought down to the bed while your legs wrapped around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer.

for you, the sensation was incredible, the way he pulled out just before he was no longer inside of you, then pushed in until you could feel him against your cervix, every time he hit it pleasure shooting up inside of you. it had your skin feeling tingly and your hands flying to grip at the sheets, small wails of pure euphoria coming out of you and edging eren on. "eren," you cried as his teeth began to nibble on your neck, sucking on it as well in efforts to mark you. his necklace sat cold against your chest as he sucked on your neck and increased your pleasure.

"yeah, i love hearing my name from you like that, say it again." he almost demanded, pumping into you harder, your body rocking on top of the bed with every time eren slammed his hips into yours, your wetness collecting on his pelvis. "again," he popped off from your neck watching the skin slowly darken, and he knew there'd be a hickey soon enough.

"eren!" you whimpered, rolling your own hips down into his, eren supporting himself on his arms again, bringing one up to wrap around your neck, giving a test squeeze. "fuck..." you choked out as he tightened his grip, almost surprised at the fact that you weren't trying to push his hand away. his fingers tapped against your neck before he pressed harder, coming down to kiss you again, tongue licking at your bottom lip, your breathing shortening from the lack of oxygen coming in or out. he pulled at your lip before making every thrust of his powerful, pulling out slow then coming back in strong.

"so you like when i choke you like that?" he mumbled against your lips before pressing his against your jaw. "you're so dirty... never thought you'd be like that." and finally he let you take in air, palm moving from your neck to your breast, giving it a nice squeeze.

eren lift your hips up a little bit so he could find that spot inside of you— and when he finally hit it you all but screamed, his hand slapping over your mouth and eren's eyes widening. "shut the fuck up!" his tone serious, as you forgot that his mom was only rooms over. you gave him a sympathetic look in apologies as he slid his hand from your mouth.

"'m sorry, but you feel so good..." you pouted trying to kiss him up in excuse. it had to have worked the way eren leaned forward so he could brush against your sweet spot again, this time you gasping.

"yeah? i feel so good?" he repeated.

"yeah."

"'atta girl," you were consumed in ecstasy, the praise, the stimulation, the feeling of his pendant against your skin, everything was surrounding you and that familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching began climbing again, you just needed a little more. "taking this dick like that— and liking it too." eren unwrapped your legs from his waist, his pace speeding up again. "i bet you want me to fuck you like this more often."

you groaned, your hand snaking down to rub at your clit again, and only after a couple rubs were you seeing stars, your back arching again, every nerve in your body being pinched as you came all over eren. a cry of his name came out over and over again and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

he didn't stop, no, he was close himself, and the way you were pulsing around him as if you were trying to milk him was helping him to his end. your body went almost limp as you let eren finish. "fuck, fuck, i'm almost there too," he bucked his hips into you a few more times before pulling out and letting his hand finish him off, rubbing himself profusely until spurts of white came out flying onto your chest and stomach. "shit." he panted, and you were too, your breathing unstable, chest rising up and down after your orgasm. "shit."

eren rolled over until he was laid down beside you, your eyes struggling to stay open. eren let his rake over you, from the mark on your neck, to his cum splattered on your midsection, to the small sheen of sweat that covered yours and his body, causing some of his flyaways to stick to his forehead. he sighed in content before getting up to go grab a rag to clean you up.

"don't go to sleep yet." he said as he wiped and cleaned you up with a damp rag, cleaning himself off as well.

"why?" you mumbled with your eyes closed as you turned around so your face smushed against eren's pillow.

eren grabbed his boxers slipping them back on and contemplated handing you your underwear as well or letting you stay comfortable. seeing you wake up bare would cause a problem for him that he didn't want to deal with so he grabbed your underwear and helped slipped them on you, then rummaging through his bag for one of his shirts. "come on, let me put this on you." you reluctantly obliged, picking yourself up from his pillow and lifting your arms so he could slip his shirt over your head before climbing into his bed next to you, pulling you flush against him.

"you okay... was that okay?" there he went, checking up on you.

"yeah, you okay?" and there you went, doing the same.

"yeah... that was real good," eren kissed the top of your head. "i meant it when i said this is different." he rubbed your back, pulling you even closer, his legs tangling with yours as the two of you cuddled under the covers. it didn't feel as wrong to you anymore. a little weird? yes, but his words were reassuring. "i want something with you... i do. you do so much for me, we're always together, my mom loves you— i love you... i don't know, i just wanna be with you."

your heart was pounding in your chest, even through your tiredness. "can you show me you can be better first? work for me?" you didn't want to just hand yourself to eren that easy. "i want you to show me how much you love and care for me. get yourself together, settle down, then i guess you can settle down with me later."

"later?" it pang eren's heart a bit that he wouldn't be able to call you his just yet, but he was determined to do what it would take to get you.

"later."

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"_____, wake up, my mom made breakfast." your eyes opened slowly at the sound of eren's voice. you turned over to see him dressed, sweatpants and a shirt on his body, hair slightly damp from what appeared to be a recent shower. "get ready, i'll wait."

with hesitance, you got up and got yourself cleaned up and ready. you threw on some leggings and a sweatshirt as you didn't recall any plans with eren nor his mom that evening, and with that you and eren head downstairs, eren's hand holding yours as he pulled you down, but he didn't drop contact with you when the two of you got into the kitchen. instead of holding your hand, he hopped up on the kitchen counter pulling you between his legs where you stood.

"good morning, when did you two come home last night?" carla asked from her position at the stove, flipping a pancake before grabbing three plates from the cabinet next to her and then turning around to face the two of you. neither you or eren missed the suspicious glance she gave you when she saw your stances, holding back her question so you could answer hers.

"probably around twelve... we left early." you said.

"i thought so, i heard something last night but i remembered it was probably just the two of you so i went back to sleep." carla slipped the last pancake onto the stack then handed eren the three plates to place on the kitchen table. "am i missing something?" she said giving you two a one over as she gave him the plates.

"no. there's three people and three plates." eren said as he placed them onto the table, and you rolled your eyes at his stupidity.

"no, like... you guys seem comfortable today." realization hit him as he turned around to his mom trying to hide his stupid grin, which told you to not let him speak.

"uh, me and eren talked yesterday." carla raised an eyebrow at you as she walked past you to put the stack of pancakes on the table, you following behind her to take a seat.

"about?"

eren glanced at you then to his mom as she brought over a container of syrup and some forks and knives. "i'm trying to make _____ my girlfriend." he said blatanly, watching his mom freeze up as she put a fork and knife beside your plate.

"really?"

"yeah... he is." you couldn't decipher her reaction, until a small smile appeared on her face as she pat your shoulder and took a seat with you and eren.

"i'm glad." she hummed. "it took you guys long enough... but why is he trying?"

you avoided carla's eyes, concentrating on pulling a pancake to your plate as eren seemed nonchalant about the whole ordeal. it was his mom, so of course he'd be less nervous about it than you.

"i told him i wanted him to get some things together first."

carla nodded in understanding as she began cutting her pancakes. "i see. that's good, just let me know if anything okay?"

"okay." you and eren said the same time causing carla to giggle.

"i'm talking to _____ not you." her tone had a hint of excitement to it.

she was happy, and something inside you was too.

you weren't sure if eren getting a drink spilled on him was karma or luck.

[your-highnessmarvel]

From Bleak to Bright

Requested by Anonymous: the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. you’re Bruce’s little sister. you want to go with him during Avengers 2012 because you’re the only one that “can calm the beast” if ever he pops out. so you’re just chilling with the avengers in the flying thing. then they bring Loki in. the world goes to bright, bright colors. you don’t want it to be him. but it is. no one knows. no one knows but him.

AN: IM BACK. YES. AFTER LIKE A WHOLE YEAR. the flying thingy. me too i had to google it, ahaha

Warnings: angst, language

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You spun on the stool, facing your brother with a sigh. He scratched the back of his head, the glow from Loki’s scepter reflecting on his specs in a grey light. 

“One more hour?” he asked with a wince. 

You rolled your eyes. “Okay,” you groaned. “But then we’re off to bed. And I’m putting Celine Dion on the stereo to sleep.”

“Not her again,” he groaned. 

You raised a finger, brows crawling up your forehead. “You made me come here on this ridiculous flying tank with the God damned Avengers, of all people, and we’ve been here for four days listening to sounds of water dripping and Cap’s fifties music.”

Bruce sighed, leaning his forehead into his palm. “Fine.” His hands went up in mock surrender. You could see the tension in his shoulders, straining against the material of his chemise. 

Not that you could see the color of it. You imagined it was blue. Bruce liked blue. Bruce knew colors. Of course he did. He’d met his soulmate such a long time ago, you’d forgotten she even existed. 

But not you. You’d gone through life in the dreary black and white of a world without a soulmate. But now you were curious. You knew the colors by name, but not sight. What does green even look like? Bruce had told you trees and grass were green. Some people’s eyes. Ever since he’d told you that, green became your favorite. Maybe blue could beat it, since Tony Stark had told you the sky was all shades of blue combined. 

An alarmed blared overhead, and your first instinct was to run to your brother’s side. Bruce’s eyes met yours, his mouth tugging up at the corners. 

He’s fine.

Your hand found the curve of his forearm, still. No one really knew what actually triggered the Hulk, and you, being his little sister, were the only human alive able to tame the beast. 

You heard footsteps, many, clambering loudly down the hall. The door to Bruce’s workspace was wide open, and you heard the telltale sound of security making their way down the hall. You frowned. What could they be doing so late at night, and so many all together?

At first, from the windows in the workspace, you only saw the black suits of the security patrol, their reflective masks bright in the hall. They walked in patterned, simultaneous movements, guns held firm in their grasps.

You saw the top of a really - no, seriously, really! - tall head, black hair. White skin. And as the small platoon of security walked passed your door, you saw the man walking in their midst, tied in shackles. 

He turned his head, buzzing in your mind, something deep in your chest tightening. And then you saw the color of his eyes. 

You couldn’t tell at first. Because the world became so vivid, so bright. He went from black and white to stark and bright and whole before your eyes, stealing the breath from your lungs. 

A ringing started in your ears, a burning in your throat. You couldn’t help but stare, watching his eyes drink you in as well, watching his own world turn from ash to bright as the sun. 

No, you thought. No. Not him. 

Anyone but him.

And just before he rounded the corner, his lips stretched into a smirk. 

A cold hand on your arm brought you back. As if slamming back into your body. 

“You okay?” Bruce asked. 

You gulped. Nodded. Felt your cheeks blooming with heat. “Yeah, of course.”

You could see the colors on your brother, now. Albeit, not being able to tell which specific color it was. And yet he was beautiful. Later, after hours of searching online for colors, you’d be able to tell his hair was black, his eyes a warmest brown, his skin a shade of white a few degrees darker than yours. 

But now, it took everything in you not to scream. 

You could finally see the entire world for what it truly was and all because of a demi-God wrought with darkness. 

No. It couldn’t be him.

You separated from your brother, your mouth dry, feeling his eyes on you. He could always tell when you were troubled. But there was just no way, no freaking way, you’d tell him that you’d just met your soulmate. If he knew who it was... No. You wouldn’t tell him. You wouldn’t tell anyone. 

You went to the computer and turned the screen away from Bruce, clearing your throat. Bruce went back to his own computer.

You didn’t even search up colors yet. You searched up the possibility of soulmates being wrong for each other. The computer spat out articles and data from hundreds of years, all proving that the soulmate trigger worked. That the signs of color all proved one had met the person right for them.

You sighed, dropping your head in your hands. 

You rubbed at your eyes, steeling yourself for what you were about to ask. 

“Bruce?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just bring in Loki?”

His head raised from his computer. “Yeah.” He frowned. “I’m going to go ask why. Does it disturb you that he’s here?”

You scratched your jaw. “No, not at all,” you said quickly, too quickly. You cringed internally, hoping your face didn’t mimic the shame you felt. “Just - why?”

“I’ll go ask,” Bruce said. If he had any inkling as to why you were suddenly intrigued in God of mischief, he didn’t give any clue. 

He left. You took a second to steady yourself. You counted your fingers. Felt the shape of your face. 

Then you took a breath in and all but flew out the door. 

You followed the maze that was the inner organs of the Helicarrier until you reached the “jail”, which was, upon inquiry, meant to hold your brother if ever you weren’t there to calm him in time. 

You watched from outside the doors as Fury talked to Loki. You couldn’t help the fire in your chest as you watched. Loki seemed trapped, looking discreetly around the room, around his glass cage, his green eyes keen on any weakness.

You felt the sweat collecting in the palm of your hands. You waited patiently, praying whatever Bruce was up to would keep him long enough that he wouldn’t come looking for you. You heard broken pieces of the conversation on the other side of the steel enforced doors, but Loki’s voice was even, steady, unafraid. 

He knew he wouldn’t be beat here.

You counted to one hundred the moment Fury walked out. Your heart beat vehemently between your ribs, battering your bones. Your knees were putty when you finally, slowly, opened the doors.

The air ruffled your hair, blowing it out of your face. 

He stood tall, straight, unmoving, statuesque in the middle of his prison. Hands at his sides. Eyes mild. Mouth straight. He gave no indication that his world had finally shifted after millennia of black and white. 

“I didn’t have to wait long.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, your body so reactive to even the sound of his words that you wondered, for just a second, what his touch would do. 

You closed the door, tentatively approaching the control board. You saw a big red button and decided maybe touching random buttons wouldn’t do any of you any good. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, following your movements with his sharp emerald gaze. He still stood there, like cement was poured down the length of his spine. 

You darted your eyes back to his. He was glad in - what you later learned - was a green and gold ensemble, a green cotton cape grazing the floor of his cage. He was beautiful, really. Cut by the finest knife to the most perfect edge. 

He smiled then, creasing his cheeks in what you could only feel as adorable. 

“Didn’t expect it to be moi, did you, princess?”

You tried not to react, but heat bloomed across your cheeks, giving you away. 

“Why?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically, breaking his statuesque stance to throw his arms up. “By the Gods,” he groaned, accent thick on his tongue. “You humans are so pathetic. Why this? Why that? Why me? Oh, you want to be so special that you question the straight line of fate as if the entire meaning of the world revolved around you.”

You raised your brows. Wow. He’d been thinking of that for a while.

“Do you know the colors?” you asked, approaching the glass that separated you from your soulmate. 

He took you in, green eyes drinking you in from head to toe. He didn’t seem to think anything negative about his soulmate. “I’ve taken sense-enhancing drugs in my lifetime,” he said. “I’ve known colors briefly. Thor taught them to me.”

You nodded. “Your eyes are green.”

His lips split in a grin. “You’re very perceptive,” he chuckled. “And you’re wearing a powder blue sweater. Childish.”

Something in you shifted and you wanted to say something, something bad. Something along the lines of, “what is your favorite color?” and then run and wear it.

Instead, you approached the glass even more. By this distance, you could see he was significantly taller than you. He eyed you down his nose. 

“A human,” he said with distaste. 

“Maybe that’s your punishment,” you ventured, your heart railing against your ribs. “Maybe that’s your conundrum. You’ve thought nothing of humanity but the possibility to dominate and squander us under your boot like ants. Isn’t it fitting?”

You saw the anger cross his face before his lips spat the vile things he thought in his mind. “You are not worthy of a God, you fleeting, imbecile, nothingness of a human. I will outlive you before I even grow a white hair. Our children will watch you wither before they’ve even gone to school.”

“Our children?”

That seemed to faze him. 

Wow, you thought. Of all the things Loki was, he was traditional. He very well intended to follow through with the soulmate script; to marry you and have children with you.

The thought first amazed you, burning bright in your mind’s eye. Then you thought twice and feigned disgust. 

He laughed. “Oh, please, you’re the luckiest woman in the universe to have been bound to a God.”

“Aren’t you a demi?”

His gaze placated you. “I am, but the fact remains that I am greater than you, greater than anything your pathetic little human brain can conceive.”

You rolled your eyes with audacity you didn’t know you had. “Well,” you sighed, shrugging, hands in your back pockets. “What now?”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“Are we to start this - thing, or are we to go back to our normal lives and, hoping you don’t obliterate the planet, we never see each other again?”

His jaw clenched, working. “You know it’s physically impossible now for us to be apart.” He said this through clenched teeth, hands in fists. 

You shrugged again. “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind never having to look at your ugly mug ever again.”

He frowned deeply. “Try it, then, you’ll see, mortal.”

You sighed apathetically, turning your back to him. 

“Before you go!” Loki called. You turned slowly on your heel, offering him nothing but your side profile. “Let your brother know I’m hoping to meet him soon.”

The blood in your veins went cold. 

Part 2? Anybody?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 4

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; tags to be added as story progresses

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: Things are starting to pick up but Lee’s still playing low key.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The book club let out on Friday and you quietly packed up your fraying copy of Nabokov, happy you would finally be able to throw it on the shelf and forget about it. As you pulled on your jacket and hooked your bag over your shoulder, Andre, the star of the club, approached you. He wasn’t as curt as Nora but he still made you feel daft.

“Hey, you like the book?” he asked.

“Um, yeah, I guess,” you answered, “I never really read anything like it before.”

“It’s definitely no Secret Garden,” he quipped.

“Oh, but I read the Bell Jar already, that’s the next book, right?” you countered.

“But did you really read it?” he challenged, “did you soak in the depth of the words?”

“I’m sure my second reading will help with that,” you said plaintively, “I think even, I’ll enjoy it even more.”

“It is more of a woman’s book,” he said tritely, “where are you going now?”

You went to the door and he followed you casually. You walked down the hall and shrugged as your sole tapped on the wooden floorboards.

“Oh…” you stopped yourself from saying no where, “actually, someone’s expecting me.”

“Oh ha, really? I saw those flyers they hand out. That’s one of the tips, say you’re being expected so the creep doesn’t follow you,” he rolled his eyes, “I was just asking, I’m not tryna pick you up or anything.”

You came out in the early spring dusk and stopped at the top of the stone steps. “I know you weren’t, I only… I am supposed to be somewhere.”

“Oh yeah? Well, if you ever need a reading partner--”

A honk came and cut off his invitation. You glanced over at the black and white cruiser then back at Andre. You gave a weak smile.

“Maybe,” you answered, “sorry, that’s my ride.”

“So you’re dad’s a cop?” he wondered.

“My dad?” you shook your head, “he’s… a uh, friend.”

“Friend,” Andre echoed and another honk came, “he’s sure impatient.”

“Sorry, I should go.”

“See ya next week,” he called after you as you stumbled down the stairs.

“Yeah, see ya,” you tossed over your shoulder.

You approached the cruiser and Lee got out to open the door. You got in and waited for him to settle on the other side of the seat. You watched Andre stroll down the pavement and catch up with Van.

“You didn’t have to honk, I saw you,” you said quietly.

“Who was that then?” Lee asked as he steered onto the street.

“Just some guy from the club,” you replied.

“So, shakes?” he asked.

“Can we stop by my dorm first?” you hugged your bag anxiously.

“Why’s that?”

“I want to give you back those clothes, I can’t wear them,” you said.

“What? They’re a gift,” he furrowed his brow but you looked away before he could glance back at you as he stopped at the sign.

“It’s too much and they… they won’t fit me,” you said.

“Well, did you even try them on? You’re young, it’s the new style, I thought--”

“But why would you even think to buy me anything?” you interjected. 

He inhaled and said nothing. His breath rose like a growl as he passed the road that led to your dorm. He switched gears and headed for the south exit of the campus.

“Don’t interrupt me. Ever,” he snarled, “and I was being nice, honey. It’s nothin’ bad, just a gift ‘cause I thought it’d look pretty on ya.”

“It’s not that I’m not, er, grateful, I only--”

“No thank you, no nothing,” he moped, “you really hurt me, girl.”

“No, it’s not like that. I just--”

“Just what? I saw you back there, tryna act like you don’t know me in front of that boy,” he grumbled, “‘cause I’m old, right?”

“We were talking, I was just saying goodbye,” you returned, “I don’t know why you’re being like this-- Can you please turn around and just take me home?”

“You promised me a date,” he huffed, “so we’re going… next time you can wear your new clothes.”

“Date?” you sputtered, “Sheriff, please, I want to go home.”

“My name’s Lee, honey,” he purred, “I wanna hear it on your tongue.”

“Wha--” he snaked his arm over and slid his hand onto your leg, just beneath your bag.

“Go on and say it,” he squeezed, “please.”

You swallowed and stiffened as you stared down at your lap.

“Lee,” you eked out.

“Good girl,” he snickered.

“Please, I don’t want a shake, I want to go--”

“I ain’t done nothing, honey, don’t be so dramatic,” he drew his hand away, “have I?”

You were quiet. He hadn’t really done anything more than be a bit grumpy. The touch was nothing, wasn’t it? Just a friendly gesture, trying to calm you down. And he bought you nice things and expected nothing but you to like it. It really seemed like you’d done something wrong the more you thought about it.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Nah, don’t be, I’m happy as long as you’re here,” he turned off of campus and sped up, “I read that book, you know? Lolita. Made patrol a bit easier. I haven’t read a book for years. It was… interesting.”

“You read it?” you flinched.

“Oh, yeah, it was… the man, Humbert, messin’ with a child, that’s some sickness there,” Lee mulled as he kept his eyes on the road, “don’t you think?”

“Um, yeah,” you answered, “I think it was also about, um, you know, an unreliable narrator and how stories unfold differently for people. How we can experience the same thing but not in the same way… I don’t know.”

“Hmm, yeah, that’s probably it,” he said, “but I just thought, that’s awful. You know, we’re adults, you and me. How old are ya, again?”

“I’ll be nineteen this summer, sir,” you replied.

“See, girls here can marry at sixteen,” he said, “but no twelve year old gettin’ hitched.”

“Oh, well,” you murmured, uncomfortable by his rambling, “can I try the vanilla this time?”

“Vanilla? Sure,” he smiled over the wheel, “think I’ll stick to strawberry, I like the sweet stuff.”

📚

The radio show came to an end and you fumbled with your empty cup. The dread still lingered in your chest. You counted the minutes until you could go home. The milkshake settled like a stone and added to your queasiness. Lee put his cup on his other side and yawned.

“Vanilla good?” he asked.

“Not bad,” you answered as he took the cup from you, “it’s late, hm?”

“Not that late,” he slid across the seat as the radio host picked up after the outro, “so you makin’ friends then?”

“Some,” you said, “just talking about schoolwork and, um, books.”

He was close, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him. He pushed his arm over your shoulders and let his hand hang down above your chest. You went rigid and tried to sidle away.

“Sheriff?” you croaked.

“Aw, come on, honey, ain’t nothin’ wrong, just getting close, it’s cold, ain’t it?” his other hand came up and caressed your chin, “I like spending time with you… not havin’ to worry about my radio or criminals, just you.”

“I don’t… I think…” you grabbed his wrist, “I thought…”

“I’m just being nice, I’ll admit, I’ve grown a bit sweet on ya. You’re so pretty and that,” he slipped from your grasped and framed your chin and turned your head, “am I hurtin’ ya?”

“N-no, but I…” your lip quivered. 

Was this how it happened? Maybe every girl felt like this the first time a man was near. You didn’t know, you couldn’t. You stared at him wide-eyed as he leaned in and his breath grazed your lips. You smelled the sugary strawberry flavour.

“This hurt?” he asked as his lips brushed yours.

“No,” you gulped as he pulled you to him.

“And this?” he didn’t wait for an answered before he kissed you.

He pressed his lips to your and sucked on your bottom lip. His teeth nipped lightly and he shoved his tongue against the creased of your mouth until you opened it. You garbled as he filled your mouth and hugged you tighter. You were terrified and confused by the suddenness of it all.

You grunted and pushed on his chest. You turned your head away and gasped as you shoved him harder and he relented. His hand slipped to the bottom of your neck as he looked at you in disappointment. 

“What’sa matter?” he asked.

“I… I wanna go home, it’s late,” you whispered.

“Oh honey, don’t be scared, it’s a date, I’m just kissin’ ya good night.”

“I never… said it was a date,” you mumbled.

“And why not?” he pressed, “you’re an adult, I am too.”

“I don’t… know,” you uttered, “I never… never been on a date so I guess I wouldn’t know.”

“I didn’t mean to confuse you, I thought you knew,” he said, “a girl like you, I thought you had plenty of dates.”

You shook your head and chewed your lip. You stared at your shoes and wriggled away from him. You ran your fingertips along your jawline as you huddled against the door.

“Please take me home,” you breathed.

“I didn’t mean nothing by it, I just think you’re very sweet and… beautiful,” he reached out and took your hand gently, “I can go slow.”

“I just don’t know,” you didn’t pull your hand away as he held it.

“Ah, I get it, I’m old, I know it, I ain’t stupid,” he sighed.

“I don’t care about that,” you withdrew and wrung your hands in your lap, “I’m… embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?” he repeated.

“That I never… That I don’t know about all that,” you confessed, “but I don’t wanna think about that now.”

“Can I see you tomorrow then?” he asked, “I wanna see your new clothes.”

“Sheriff,” you said.

“Lee,” he corrected sharply.

“Lee,” you hissed, “please, can you take me home?”

“Well, you just needa ask nicely is all,” he pushed himself in front of the wheel and jolted the whole car with the movement, “let’s get ya there all safe and sound and you can rest up for tomorrow, huh?”

“I gotta study tomorrow,” you argued.

“You can,” he assured you, “you come study at mine and I’ll make you a nice home cooked dinner, how about that?”

You sniffed and pouted, “sure, if you take me home.”

[cherrykindness]

wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."