#he’s figuratively and literally in a living hell

[kithtaehyung]

seven days (monday) | jjk

title: monday series: seven days: masterlist | prologue pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader(f) genre/rating: m (18+) ; angst , fluff ; roommates to lovers au summary: after a long ass day at work, all you wanna do is sleep. but jungkook has made dinner reservations, and this whole bet is off to a rocky start. warnings: a whole lot of sass (jk and reader), hand holding??, yes that is a warning, jk wears a tank, tension, embarrassment, snide comments, kookie is too fine and it HURTS!!, leather, dance king jk, reader bby is stressed as hell TT, roommates to idiots, anxiety, overthinking, kissing (????), general cuteness bc this jk is a loser and i love him :(((, reader is a queen, i wanna fight this jungkook but what's new lol notes: 7days is back on the menu, chatttttt!!! if you've been waiting since forever i wanna see hands up in the audience hahaha notes 2: just a little extra warning here but he’s unbelievably confident in this one yet a big softie and it HURTS😩 drop date: april 28th, 2025, 9:13pm est word count: 11k🗯️🗯️ taglist: sign up here (i check every entry so read the rules!)

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Monday is gnawing on your final straw.

Meetings, reports, decisions—everything has warning signs attached and you’re quite close to heeding them and finding the nearest exit. Literally, figuratively, and expeditiously. 

Fuck. 

That means you might have to job hunt soon. For two jobs to compensate for how much you’re making now.

Why, oh why, did you choose the condo you did? And why did you pick a condo in the first place? Apartments would have been just fine for your needs and you could’ve been saving more for a fallout like this.  

Well. You know the answer to that first question. 

And it’s an answer you don’t regret.

Thinking back to that day, you still remember the way the lobby looked. How plants lined glass walls, how people occupied various mid-century chairs like they were paid background extras in a film. 

More specifically, you remember seeing a vaguely familiar boy barrel through the revolving doors, dark locks whizzing about and paper clutched tight in his tatted hand. 

Ignoring you entirely, he cut the line just as you were about to inquire about a tour—everyone including the concierge pinning him with disgust. 

“Back of the line, Mr. Jeon.” 

“She can wait, just—”

Your memory spun with that even more familiar last name, but you still couldn’t quite place where you knew this asshole from. 

“—and I have it here. Also, why are you calling me th—” 

“The rent is already way past due. We’re listing your unit.”

“Anj.” 

“Mr. Jeon.” 

“You know I have the money.” He sounded so rushed. So desperate. “I just forgot cus my roommate left—” 

“You forgot for three weeks—” 

“I was helping them move that whole time!” 

Sighing, you checked your phone and determined you were gonna give it two more minutes until you trekked to another building. 

But you had heard a mountain of good things about the place, and that particular day was the only free one you had to check it out.

So you waited. Because anything would beat staying in a cramped apartment with someone that clipped their toenails on a weeping living room table.

“Look. I have two months’ rent right here, plus extra.” Hair still frazzled, so-called Mr. Jeon hastily slapped his paper down before sliding it forward. “And I can even live by myself if I need to.” 

“Doesn’t matter if you have the money or not,” Anj explained, voice as snipped as her fresh bangs. “The unit’s already listed in the system.” 

“Since when?” 

A merciless click echoed from her keyboard, and you knew exactly what was coming before she hammered home, 

“Now.” 

“Anjali…” 

You tried so hard to hide your face.

If anything, you scored a jackpot in people watching that day. Observing the interaction, you wondered what the hell this man did to the concierge to get this pathetic but hilariously hostile treatment. 

“Sorry, Mr. Jeon. You can apply for it again,” she offered with a flit of her hand, “If none of these nice, patient people in line take it.” 

Just like that, it was the final, abrupt end of the battle. The defeated dropped his head back in loss before reclaiming his paper with a sad flourish. 

And to this day, you don’t know what compelled you to speak up when you did. But you will always remember the reactions to your curiosity, 

“What does it look like?” 

Both him and Anjali whipped their heads so fast you froze. While the concierge appeared shocked, there was something in that boy’s eyes that strangely matched how you felt. 

Did you look familiar to him, too? 

A ping from your computer kicks you back to the present, and your rapid blinks make you realize you’ve been spacing out at your desk for minutes now. 

But you notice that the alert’s for the end of your shift, and you quickly wrap everything up before heading home. 

Straight back to the very condo you secured to save Mr. Jeon Jungkook’s ass. 

Sleep. 

That’s all you need right now. 

Beautiful, wonderful, ever-evasive sleep. 

But the only thing you get when you unlock the door is a flurry of activity, wave of music, and skittering of paws.

“There you are!” Your roommate yells as your legs are knocked by his furry companion. “Hurry and get ready!” 

When you shout back a droning rejection, Jungkook splashes the hallway with the most disrespectful tank and jeans you’ve ever seen him wear. 

Fuck, he’s flipping on a leather jacket over his shoulders, too? Your purse immediately slips from yours. 

Nope. He needs to stay where he is. There’s no reason for him to keep walking closer but he’s doing it anyway goddamn it you don’t have the brain capacity for this! 

“Didn’t you read my texts?” 

“No,” you readily admit, moving to reach your room before Jungkook can block your path. 

Too late. 

Damn, his cologne is fantastic.

It almost distracts you from the way he casually leans on your door. And the way his voice drops a whole octave when he reveals, 

“I’m taking you to dinner, remember?”

The butterfly on your heart is shooed away. “Where?”

“Not telling.”

“Seriousl—”

“But we gotta leave soon.” 

Your bed is so close. And yet so, so far. 

But damn, whatever Jungkook’s wearing proves way too enticing. You almost fold on its grip alone. Is this a new scent? Is he trying something different? 

Nope, focus. You want—need—sleep. 

With a sliver of hope, you reach for an out, “Does it have to be tonight? I just wanna be in bed.” 

“I’m not opposed to that.”

“Jeon.”

Wait. Is that the first time Jungkook’s said something like that to you? Sure, you’ve both been suggestive with each other before, but that? That felt… 

“I’m kidding!” He laughs, though his eyes are revealing truer angles. To your relief, though, the saucy reaction is short lived, giving way to a regular yet pitied tone,

“The next open slot is in two months.” 

What the hell? Where the fuck are you going? “You mean I got five minutes to prep for some fancy place I can’t know the name of?” 

“Uhh, no.” When Jungkook backtracks down the hall, his steps are as fast as his corrections, “You have two. And you don’t have to dress nice!” 

“But you—!”

The speed demon is back in his room before you can hound him. 

Muttering to no one, you agree with his last statement, “Good, cus I will not.” 

Well. You know two things. 

One: there’s no way this man is lasting ten days at this rate, much less seven.

And two: there’s absolutely no way you’re dressing up for whatever this is. Too much chaos went down at work for you to care about a fake dinner date with Jungkook. 

You’re going for the food the food the food. Nutrients, sustenance, anything that satisfies the tiger that you are not paying a pet deposit for. 

This better be worth the exhaustion. 

Pushing your door open, you immediately take big strides towards your awaiting closet, already knowing exactly what you’re gonna wear.  

Reservations two months out? As if.

How nice can this place really be?

Fucking opulent, apparently. 

This is where Jungkook meant when he said there was a place he wanted to try? The most expensive, lavish, influencer-riddled establishment in the city? 

When you recognize the damn near estate you’re pulling up to, you regret not caring about appearances and start sweating in your joggers. 

This whole bet is a prank! 

Because your roommate most definitely saw you for a whole minute before you both rushed out of the condo. How could you not remember? He eyed you as soon as you re-entered the hall to join him, and the back of your neck still has leftover chills from his steady staring. 

That whole time he saw what you were wearing and he didn’t say shit? “Kook, what the fuck?” 

“What?” 

“This is the place you wanted to try?” 

As Jungkook rolls up to the valet line, you get an annoying display of long fingers on his steering wheel. 

So you look out the dark window instead. 

“Nah, I just wanted to take you here. There’s a dessert place I wanna try after,” he explains with a smirk, little pieces of your sanity littering his passenger seat. “Don’t worry, I’m paying.” 

Though you’re thankful he’s footing the bill—because you did not budget for shelling out a whole check tonight—you still sputter while taking in all the beautiful, pressed outfits walking inside. “It’s—I would’ve—Fuck, why didn’t you tell me I’m underdressed?” 

They may not even let you in with what you’re wearing.

“Relax, roomie,” Jungkook pips, which stresses you the hell out. “I’m not dressed up either but they know me. We’re good.” 

Lies. He is a liar and the heat behind your eyes will set his pants ablaze. “They know you.” 

“Uh huh.”

When it’s your car’s turn, crisp uniforms rush around as you brace for utter shame. Not even the new car smell that still lingers in Jungkook’s car can keep you calm. 

Thank everything holy that you fixed yourself above neck. That one split second decision saves you a sliver of embarrassment. 

But you’re still in fucking sweatpants and sneakers. And a humongous hoodie. 

God. 

There’s no way this isn’t a set up.

No matter what, you’re holding yourself in high regard tonight. And that starts with greeting the valet with a bright smile as he opens your door, “Thank you so much.” 

“You’re very welcome, Ms. Jeon.” 

Miss what. 

Your manufactured grin has some defects as you nod, gripping your bag as you exit the vehicle. When you turn, you see your current annoyance chatting it up with the other valet, wind pushing your sweater into your increasingly sweaty back.  

Huh. They do look chummy.

Was Jungkook actually being serious?

“Have a good night, Mr. Jeon!” 

“Thanks, Dio! Take good care of her, yeah?” 

“As always.” 

Between witnessing the valet talking to your roommate as if they were friends, and having said roommate’s last name thrust upon your person, you can only stare. 

This is so weird. 

But you click back into focus as Jungkook moves to join you, channeling all the energy you usually harness for professional outings and executive dinners. 

Because even though you don a calm expression, you waste no time clutching his offered arm extra tight. Contempt buries itself in your low comment, “You’ve got some nerve, Kook.” 

“Thanks!” 

“Not a compliment.” 

“Ouch.” 

As you stroll through the grand entrance, you flare with conflicting feelings when he softly pulls you close. Subtle hints of luxury wisp into your nose, which compete with the warm feeling of his body feeling so solid against yours. 

Heavens above.  

Unbothered, he whispers back, “You’ll thank me after we eat.” 

“I look like shit.” 

“You’re perfect tonight, Ms. Jeon.” 

Nope. No, no, no, you will not acknowledge the fluttering in your stomach. Absolutely not. 

“Don’t call me that,” you seethe, smiling at the waiter before you’re led to your table. 

And despite the stares you’re drawing, there’s something else that’s distracting you even more. Something that has your brain swiftly forgetting everything you’ve been fussing about. 

Jungkook has lowered your arms so that he could lead. 

By holding your hand. 

His fingers feel so large around yours, his palm a strange but soothing mix of smooth and comfortable heat. Immediately, you feel a little more relaxed, which is strange considering you should be the exact opposite right now.

And as he guides you to sit in a chair that’s been pulled out for you, all you can do is follow in silence. 

Because your fingers had fit so… 

“Looks like they let anyone in here these days.”

Both your ears perk up before your fingers curl hard and fast. 

Did you really just hear that? Did they really have to say something when you’re in a shit mood? Because they’re the next table over and therefore within launching distance so now you have to do something about it— 

“Well, yeah,” Jungkook pounces before you do, snagging your look of confusion and signaling for you to follow along. When he rests leather forearms on tablecloth, he pins the couple with a cheeky smile. “That’d be pretty shitty if they didn’t let you two in, right?” 

Okay. Staring at long, tatted fingers flexing before tightening into a fist, you have to admit: anyone defending your pride is hot as fuck. 

And Jungkook being the one to do it? 

All thoughts you’re thinking have no place at the table.

The man laughs as he gets up. “Sure,” he scoffs. “Enjoy the meal, kids. Filet’s the house favorite.” 

“You sure?”

All eyes snap to your roommate. 

Scratching the bottom of his jaw, Jungkook looks into the air, scrunching his brows ever so slightly in mock-thought. “Pretty sure it’s the tomahawk, but. Maybe it changed since last week—Eddie!”

Your eyes follow his stare behind you to see a staff member waving before heading over. 

When he gets closer, you realize your roommate called over not a waiter… But a manager? On a first name basis?

Well, shit.

Your tongue pokes your cheek in high amusement. This couple next to you is lucky they just paid their bill or else they’d have to endure a whole meal of Jungkook sass. The man’s partner already looks like they’re gonna raise hell when they get in the car.

“Hello, Mr. Jeon! Always good to see you.” 

Inwardly—and maybe also outwardly—you’re holding in your grin as they vacate before your super petty date can even get the clarification out,

“Same! House favorite is the filet now?”

“Ah, no. It’s still the tomahawk, but the ribeye’s also very popular.”

Jungkook calls out to the retreating couple instead of the guy in front of him, cupped hand bracing his cheekiness, “Thanks, Eddie! Good to know!”

When he shifts back in his seat, he watches Eddie check behind him before raising a brow. “Did they give you any trouble?”

“Nah.” Jungkook smiles at you before settling into his chair. “We got it.” 

You can only blink, conflicting feelings warring in your stomach and making it spin. If you wanted to smile, it’s certainly coming out strained because that guy’s rude comment did catch you off guard.

To be fair, you are dressed up the most casual out of all the people here. But maybe your confidence is also weakened from the whole day, causing anything else to get a punch in. On top of the fact that you would never come here on your own unless you struck gold. 

But that does beg another question. 

Why does Jungkook look so at home this easily? His outfit is casual, too—leather jacket floating in a sea of suits and ties, for goodness sake. How does he do it? Has he actually been here that often?

Maybe it’s the way he carries an aura you have to fight to conjure on your best days. 

“Will the lady be having the usual tonight, Mr. Jeon?” 

Ah. Scratch that.

It’s because you’re the hundredth woman he’s taken here. And somehow all of you have been provided the same meal. 

Just like that, the haze around your brain vaporizes, leaving you glaring at wide eyes. 

So much for protecting your pride!

“Ah, umm,” Jungkook stutters, ears alight with embarrassment. “Not this time—I mean, no.” 

Mm. At least you’re relishing the way he’s tripping over himself.

“Apologies,” Eddie rescinds, looking just as alarmed. Good. “Here’s our menu for tonight, and we have a few specials that you can view on the first page.”

“Thank you,” you answer for your roommate, and you feel avenged when he visibly knows he fucked up. Feeling cheeky, you fire off, “What is the usual for us Ms. Jeon’s, if I may ask?” 

Both men freeze and seek each other before you get your stiff answer, “Ah, umm. Yes, our wedge salad, plain with house-made dressing on the side.” 

“Great.” 

As soon as you open your menu with finality, you can sense the tension radiating from your audience, inwardly proud of speaking out. 

Because this whole bet, or prank, or whatever it is? It is not gonna go the way Jungkook thinks it will. 

Even though a wedge salad with some accoutrements does sound pretty good. But who are you to back down now. 

When Eddie moves away—or scurries, rather—you shoot lasers of disappointment over your dimly lit menu. 

Which Jungkook very intentionally ignores.

But he’s not getting away that easily. If he’s gonna rope you into this mess, you’re gonna fight back. 

“Charming start,” you mutter.

“Sorry.”

Looking up in earnest, you notice something odd about your fake date.

He looks… Genuinely upset. Borderline disturbed.

Well. It’s his fault in the end. 

But is that really the expression of someone pranking their roommate? If it is, he could even pursue acting if his social media accounts don’t pop off. 

Focus. Actually read the words on the menu instead of staring. What are you hungry for? Everything here looks and sounds amazing so it’s gonna be hard to choose…

Your eyes slide over your hardy pamphlet one more time. 

And as Jungkook keeps watching the candle flick between you, something else stirs in your chest. 

Acting or not, he’s quiet as fuck. Which is making you more uncomfortable than anything else because he just lit up confronting that couple for you. 

A resigned sigh escapes your lips. “It’s okay.” 

He lifts his gaze.

“But at this rate, you’re definitely losing this whole thing.”

His laugh doesn’t have his whole heart inside. “I just… I’m sorry. That wasn’t… Wasn’t cool.”

“We’re good,” you assure, your softer side clutching the reins for a moment. “I can play wifey if you’re paying, yeah?”

At this, Jungkook seems to lighten up a tad, though you catch a hint of what you’ll later realize is shyness. “Yeah,” he confirms with a slow drawl. “Get whatever you want, Ms. Jeon.”

“How considerate.” 

“Anything for my date.” 

Your brows pinch for a moment, and you quickly remind yourself of what just happened with the manager. “Rip. I’m definitely getting more than a salad.” 

“I know,” Jungkook replies, palming his menu with a smirk on his lips. “Between the two of us we’re gonna blow my whole stack.” 

“We’re getting apps?”

“And sides.” 

“Wine?” 

“Fuck yeah.” 

“Hell yeah, bro.” Your mouth betrays you when it stretches sideways. But you can’t help it because this is where you’re comfortable. You’re not in an expensive restaurant on a date, you’re just having dinner with your roommate. 

Your very attractive, super sauve, completely senseless roommate.

Pulling at your hoodie, you let your amusement loose as your shoulders finally relax, “Good thing I wore this then, huh?” 

When Jungkook knowingly smiles with lips pressed, you feel like the only one in the room. 

And maybe like you got the whole prank thing all wrong. 

Damn. 

Everything you’ve eaten so far has you transcended into a higher plane. 

Truthfully, you can’t even recall a better meal than this, and the way Jungkook looks while he digs into his ribeye is how you feel inside. Satiated, content, and upset at how good the food tastes. 

But it’s not just the meal that warms your belly. The small bits of talking and joking you’ve been having with him have helped you forget the multiple vibrations you feel in your purse. And the wine has certainly helped relax some tightly-wound muscles. 

“Om mah guh,” you groan, this swallow as good as the last. “Can I live here instead?” 

Your roommate laughs with a mouthful of food. “Mmhmm.” 

“Good.” You reach for a sip of your drink, noticing that you’re both making good headway on all the plates. Taking a much needed break, you slump back in your increasingly comfortable chair before gazing at chandeliers. “Cus I think I just ate my month’s rent.” 

“You aren’t even paying!”

“Oh, yeah.” You beam at shining bulbs. “Sucks for you.”

Jungkook’s laugh could be recognized miles away, you muse.

But good god.

Haughty establishment be damned. Even if one of these light fixtures crash onto a table, you’re still gonna be rubbing your grateful stomach and sporting a drool line.

Another quick puff of amusement shoots across the table, but you don’t get a response because a lighter voice floats above you instead, 

“Hey, baby.” 

Huh? 

Brows furrowed, you leer down your nose before straightening, wondering who the heck is oh shit this woman is gorgeous. And tall. 

Which makes Jungkook’s offhanded greeting so comical. “Sup!” 

The girl seems unfazed, manicured nails caressing his shoulder. “You were supposed to call me tonight.” 

Ouch. Did he double-book your date on a booty call with a goddess? 

A mere wallflower, you silently pull out your phone as Jungkook reluctantly looks upward—and you know in your heart it’s because the bite on his fork was meticulously made. “Oh. Did I say that?” 

“You said so last week.” 

Yikes. 

“I say a lot of things.” 

Double yikes. 

Your lips smush into a line of pity when you see a pair of eyes roll. Emotions seem to blend together in your ribcage now, but you really should care less. This isn’t a real date. 

Regardless of how you feel, this lady could grace the cover of a magazine if she hasn’t already. Why hasn’t Jungkook abandoned your table to follow her out the door? 

“Whatever, I guess. Have fun with your…” Sudden judgment makes you blink. “Friend.” 

Triple yikes. 

Good riddance! Forget anything you were thinking in her defense. She doesn’t deserve him with that sour attitude, and you’re completely saying this as his roommate. And friend. Duh.

You’re about to unleash some choice words before Jungkook simply smiles. “She’s my date,” he proclaims while looking right at… you? “And I will.”

Well.

That gesture was a little shocking.

But it could be staged. Is this girl just acting? Just another part of this bet? 

Nah. There’s no way he would go through this elaborate of a prank just to mess with you. Right?

Right?

Jungkook finally takes that huge bite of his concoction as the woman hums and struts off, and you can’t help but blink at him. Once. Twice. Two more for good measure. 

When he notices your bewilderment, a word is blocked by chewed protein, “What?” 

“She was hot.” 

“And?” 

Something akin to pure disbelief shoots out of your nose. “You’re gonna pass that one up?”

As expected, you have to wait a second as he finally swallows. But you’re willing to do that because if he talks with a full mouth one more time you’re gonna—

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m with you.” 

Gonna… You’re gonna…

What were you complaining about again? 

Jungkook has to be kidding. He has to. For goodness sake, you’re a bloated mess in sweats and there are tons of tens walking around. 

You’ve picked up on the stares. More than one person has given your roommate glimpses and double-takes. You’ve just ignored them because you were famished, tired, and knowing you won’t be doing this little stunt forever. 

But after seeing how adamant Jungkook has been, you at least admire his commitment. The efforts shown tonight have been quite endearing. 

Maybe you can start treating this like an actual date, too.

Leaning forward, you rest casual elbows on the table, shielding your chin with clasped palms. “If you’re serious… what do you usually talk about on these things.” 

You ask this to show that you’ll try. An olive branch extending above herbs and coagulating butter meant to assure him. 

So why does Jungkook look thrown off to hell? “On dates? Uhh…” 

Great. You concede to paying more attention just to fall for his styled hair. And of course it looks even better when he rakes through his locks! Does he really have to do that? Damn it, damn it, damn it. 

“They usually do most of the talking.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“It’s true!” 

If that’s true, you kinda feel bad. Aren’t dates supposed to be how you get to know one another? Both people should be talking and finding similarities to build connections. Or at least to keep things interesting. 

“Well,” you scoff, “What do you wanna talk about?” 

“Oh. Hmm.” 

Silence remains your only response for a heavy set of seconds. And you relax your hands with each passing tick, your heart kinda sinking alongside their descent. 

Jungkook almost looks… unsure. Lost. 

This wasn’t your goal in the slightest. And now you feel a little bad for asking, even if it was just a genuine question. 

A slight furrow in your brows stems from the tiny pang in your chest. Something inside of you wants to reach over and grab that nervous hand tapping his silverware, but you can’t move. It doesn’t feel like the time. 

You don’t wanna do this to yourself again, either. 

But after some clinks and chatter around your table, your date pulls out a topic,

“There’s a new d—”

Loud buzzing makes both of you jump, eyes slinging to the phone lighting up on your side of the table. 

Shit, you forgot to put it back in your bag.

Swiping it quick, you stare at the screen before wincing, because you finally got somewhere with substance. 

But these calls won’t stop. They’re not gonna stop until you answer them. 

“Hold that thought, okay?” You ask with sorry eyes. “I need to take this.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Jungkook responds quick. But his face gives a lot more away than he intends. “I’ll, uhh. Be here.”

You nod in return, not quite telling him what you want to say. 

But wading through stares with your phone against your ear shifts your mood entirely. 

And maybe one day, you’ll admit to your roommate that you wanted nothing more than to keep talking to him instead. 

That was a mistake. 

You really shouldn’t have taken that call. 

Using a warm towel to fix what you can of your face, you stare at determined eyes before steeling resolve. Get back out there and back to Jungkook. This whole thing took you way too long. 

God, that was a huge mistake. 

Shuffling back into your chair, you notice that a lot of the plates have been bussed and your napkin replaced with a new one. 

“Fuck,” you whisper. “How long was I gone?” 

“Who was that?”

His sudden question makes you pause on the way down, but you sit anyway. He doesn’t need to know. “Oh, it’s…” Waving your hand, you shoo any doubts he has in those starry eyes. “Whatever. I’m back now. What were we taking about?”

“Who called you.”

“No one, Kook.”

“Are you sure cus you—”

“Stop,” you cut him off, looking away before he can pin you down with one confused stare. “I just.. It’s no one, okay?”

Jungkook hesitates, but he answers, “If you say so.”

Your stare is long. 

Because he looks ready to fight. 

Or ready to just leave and find someone else to continue the date with, you don’t know for sure. Do you have a bias on which one it’d rather be? Yeah. But you’re so thrown off by that stupid ass call. 

Sighing, you fiddle with the posh tablecloth before clearing your throat. “So.. What were you gonna tell me?”

More hesitation from across the table. But you expect it, so it hurts less. “There’s a new dance I wanna learn.”

Oh? 

Immediately, your shoulders relax a tad. You didn’t think he’d talk about one of his hobbies. Truthfully, you assumed Jungkook would mention something about his car or gloat about only working when he wants to. 

This is a welcoming twist. And one you can somewhat follow since you know about his steadily growing account and dance skill. “Which one? Show me.” 

“Yeah?” Sparkling, your roommate takes out his phone, swiping away notifications—a lot of notifications—before thumbing through. “Hold on, lemme find one.” 

You look around, seeing that some people here are elders and anticipating their disgust when Jungkook inevitably plays the video out loud. 

“Here.” 

Doing exactly what you thought, he shows a dance to a popular song that you’ve heard before. Is this why you’re hearing it everywhere? Whatever it is, it looks more complicated than the ones he’s posted before. 

But knowing he picks stuff up quick, you figure he’ll have it down by tomorrow. So the only logical step is to tease him and test his memory, “Bet you can’t learn it by the time we finish.” 

“Our date?” 

“Our food.” 

Jungkook gawks. “But we’re almost done!” 

“So? You can do it.” 

“What do I get?” 

“I’ll pay for dessert.” 

“Done. Have fun paying, I’m getting everything.” 

When he watches the video, you press a hand over his phone just as he tries to block the swipe. And you fight hard to not react to his fingers covering yours. “No cheating.” 

“What!” 

Sliding your hand away, your voice gets more stern to hide your heartbeats. “Gotta make it hard somehow.”

His cheeky eyebrow tick snatches your breath before he goads, “I’m listening...” 

He’s listening? What did you… Oh. He’s a problem. Blowing off his innuendo, you roll your eyes. “Whatever, you get what I mean.”

More notifs slide onto his phone, and you hum while Jungkook swipes them away in groups. “Fine. But you’re gonna record me and watch me win.” 

“Done.” 

During the rest of the meal—which prolongs from both of you still ordering—you can tell he’s committed, his body subtly doing the moves as he mouths the lyrics. “You’re trying the dance, huh.” 

“Shh.” 

The night goes on, and the restaurant fills closer and closer to the brim. It’s after the ninety minute mark that you notice just how many people know your roommate. At least, people in a place like this. 

Girls keep coming to visit. But not all of them are hostile or rude—most of them are actually really sweet. Some people invite him to places, others remind him to be somewhere. One very handsome guy even asks if he’s going to some pre-release party tomorrow. 

“That’s tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, dude. Open the group chat once in awhile.”

After Jungkook laughs and jokes along with the guy a little more, he watches him say bye to you before leaving with his own date. 

You’re left amazed, eyeing him signing the bill you know is massive. “Damn.. how many people do you know in this town?” 

“Uhhh…” He scratches his neck. “Don’t be surprised if this keeps happening.”

“Super.” 

And he dons that same uneasy look in his eyes.

You come to the conclusion that you don’t enjoy it. 

When another group of people approach the table, Jungkook subtly changes up the way he converses. Instead of just talking to them, he fully introduces you and even mentions what you do for a living. 

And this little change causes a beat inside your chest. 

As you’re about to answer one of their questions, your phone buzzes again. And it’s yet another thing that you have to pick up. 

Fucking hell, why is all of this happening tonight? 

So caught up in inner turmoil, you don’t realize how everyone’s looking at you as you hastily stand. And when you quickly apologize and excuse yourself, you hate how you catch Jungkook’s eyes right before leaving. 

This time? He looks downright upset. 

Shit, you can’t handle all of this right now. You know you’re definitely gonna be talked about as soon as you’re out of earshot but it’s too late to recover. 

So you rush away yet again.

That call doesn’t take long, but it’s still just as terrible to go through. Now you’re really just ready to cut the night short. 

“Who keeps calling you? You okay?”

“No one you know,” you sigh, a bit shocked that Jungkook even asked that second question. “But don’t worry about it. Let’s go home.”

“Home? Not dessert?”

You eye him again.

Damn it. He looks like a puppy that is determined to be adopted, and you know you can’t shake that image from your mind the rest of the night. 

Because yes. You do want to go home. You want to go home, shower, and dive into bed because no, you are not okay.

But after double checking your maps, you make a decision. For your self-proclaimed date and for yourself. 

“There’s a parking garage nearby,” you surrender as you stand. “Go park at the top.” 

The night sky looks a lot different from this height. Which doesn’t say too much because of all the city lights, but at least you have less obstruction to that vast dark ocean. 

As prominent stars shine above, you lose any previous thoughts, palms curled and resting against the warm top of Jungkook’s car. 

If only you could swim across those mingling blues. Weightless. No stressors or toxins entering your life, only flowing out and dissipating amongst planets and moons. A stellar massage; an out of this world escape. 

“Why are we up here?”

Your sigh is slow on the release. “To see if you earned dessert or not.”

When you look his way, Jungkook’s eyes twinkle brighter than stars, which is all you needed to validate your impromptu decision to come. 

Another olive branch. 

But your roommate slowly rounding his car makes your thoughts slip off the damn track. The rooftop lights contour his features just right, and when he leans right next to your arm, your ability to steer back in your lane vanishes. 

“Didn’t think you were this invested,” he hums.

To which you slowly cut back, “I kinda just wanna see you lose.”

Jungkook’s teeth bite a corner of amused lips in response, and it’s the most tempting he’s looked the entire night. Fuck you need to look away he cannot do that ever again.

“Record me then.”

Why the fuck did his voice get so low!

Turning back, you slide your hands off the car—certainly not because they’re shaking. “Gimme your phone.” 

The proximity has been getting to you. But Jungkook’s sudden hesitation breaks whatever spell he just casted. 

Makes sense. He was very quick to swipe away any notifications that you may have seen. Privacy or whatever he’s afraid of, you’re gonna stay wary of what could be in that thing. 

But to your utter shock, Jungkook has his whole screen in view while he swipes into quick settings to turn on Do Not Disturb. And he hands it over while his words come out small, 

“All yours.”

Static flits in the air as you slowly take it, watching him observe your expression and realizing he’s giving up a lot with this one gesture. 

And you don’t know what possesses you to do this, but you pocket his phone in your hoodie pouch before taking your own device out to silence, as well.

Although worried, you sacrifice this tiny moment of time to give him the same courtesy. It’s only gonna take him two tries maximum, right? You won’t miss anything in those sixty seconds. This is just an equivalent exchange. 

“And yours,” you murmur, handing him your phone to keep, too.  

It shouldn’t mean much. Honestly, it shouldn’t mean anything. 

But the way Jungkook looks at you? I feels like no one else exists anymore. Your universe has shrunken to two, and the way one of you is inching forward it feels like you’re about to be k—

“You shouldn’t have done that,” is all the warning you get before Jungkook speeds off.

Speeds off? What the actual fuck!

“Are you fucking serious!” you call out as you chase him across empty parking spaces, watching his hair bounce with his swooping laughs as he’s… raising your phone above his head? “Jungkook, I swear to god—”

His laughter continues as he keeps running, and you quickly run out of breath but you push forward because what the fuck is he doing with your phone? Is he checking every notification you didn’t swipe away or checking your call history or—

A whoosh of breath flies out as you run right into his laughs, and you’re grabbing at his jacket and yelling until you notice that he’s…

Recording? 

Jungkook was just filming himself running away?

“Ah, you’re faster than I thought,” he grins to your camera. “Thought you’d be a turtle.” 

“Kook!”

“Come here, turtle,” he says before wrapping a quick arm around you. Asking right to the camera, he continues, “Where’d you learn to be so fast?”

You outright frown at the lens. “I am not a turtle.”

Jungkook bursts into laughter again. “Ah, what are you then,” he asks again, watching himself on your screen while you perpetually pout. “A sloth? A snail?”

“Annoyed.”

“That’s not an animal!”

“Give me my phone!” You spring into action, leaping for your device as he stretches away while laughing even harder. Your body fully smushes into his in your pursuit, and while your arms are sailing through the air your heart is leaping into the clouds. 

It’s always been obvious your roommate is rock solid but holy fuck. 

Don’t give up now. You’re grabbing his leather sleeves and he’s chortling all throughout your struggle. But you think you can get it if you just— 

“Wait, wait!” Jungkook stumbles from your full weight jumping forward, and he attempts to stay upright but suddenly you’re rushing towards the ground in a full fall oh shit! “Fuck—!”

You fully expect pain shooting through your hands, or your hips, or your elbow, brain rushing through ideas on how to fall properly—

But all you feel is the plush yet solid force of Jungkook’s front, held together in a leather layer as you both shoot out groans on impact. And all you can get out is a tiny, 

“Ow.” 

“You okay?” 

A lot of things are competing for your realization. Like the way Jungkook is between your body and concrete, and the way he’s the one looking at you in concern. 

Not to mention the hand fully pressing you against his front. 

Oh no no no, you’re getting flushed just thinking about how he feels. Or how he saved you from any injury. You can already imagine how it’s gonna sound in the video playback when you squeak, but you’re so embarrassed that you just want it over with. “Why’d you do that?”

“Me? You’re the one that jumped me!” 

“You could’ve just given me my phone.” 

“That’s too easy.” 

Shit, you need to get up. His eyes are shimmering and he looks way too happy for a guy that just broke your entire fall. When you try to push off, you’re quickly held a little bit tighter. 

And your brain skids to a halt as you look at his cocked brow. 

“Say sorry first.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me,” he quips. “Say sorry and I let you go.” 

Ah. If only it was always that easy. 

Pursing your lips, you glare. “I’m sorry for giving you my—Kook!”

He laughs at your miserable attempt to escape his tickling, correcting you in sing-song as you squirm. “You gotta mean it, babe.” 

Immediately, you stop. “Don’t call me that.” 

“Why not?” 

You don’t really have an answer. But giving guys a general look of annoyance is usually enough to convince them. So you pull out your last hope. 

“Okay, okay,” he concedes, reluctantly peeling his fingers off your side and letting you stand. “I won’t say it for now.” 

Once you get off of him, you feel a little strange. The same feeling from your handholding earlier comes back in full force, but you do your best to shove it away. 

You don’t need that right now. This is just an experiment, so not even lying on top of your roommate can get to you. 

While dusting yourself, you miss the chance to give Jungkook a hand. So you’re silent as he shows you your phone—the video stopped and your screen black. “That okay?”

“Mmhmm…”

“Sorry,” he apologizes, though you don’t know what for. “We can record now.”

You huff as he unlocks your device with your face, and you debate pouncing again before he reassures, 

“Just pulling up the song. Damn, your screens are organized!”

You don’t acknowledge his compliment but watch him pull up the right app. And you let him play the song on loop in his pocket before relaxing. 

“Okay, you can start. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

“K.”

Through his screen, you watch Jungkook slowly jog into frame until he’s a good distance away. Already knows exactly how far to be, you muse, wondering just how often he really does these videos. 

And he preps because he knows the challenge part is coming, so you steady your hand and watch in amazement as he really does know all the moves. 

But you’re feeling a little cheeky. And a little in the mood for revenge. 

So you wait until he’s fully done with the dance to tell him you weren’t recording, which makes him groan, 

“Really!”

“Looks like you gotta do it all again,” you shrug with mock-pity. 

So he plays the song from your phone again while you wait, and once again, Jungkook is a skilled… dancer… 

A message banner from a name you vaguely recognize slides onto his screen, which throws you off because you literally saw him put it on DND. 

Wait. If Jungkook still gets her messages in this mode, then…

You realize what that could mean, and it kinda throws you off because you feel like you intruded on something you didn’t mean to. 

Damn. 

“How’d that one look!”

Shit! You were so thrown you didn’t even watch him! “Uhh.. Do it again,” you tell him, trying hard to hide the hitch in your voice. “You can do better.”

“Well, damn!” This guy’s smile really isn’t fair, even from far away. “At least you’re honest.”

Yeah. Right. 

When Jungkook does it again, no notifications show up and you watch him diligently this time. 

It’s perfect. Exactly how you thought it’d be. 

“That one was the best one,” he chirps, jogging over to take his phone and have you both watch it again. Looking at you with a lopsided curve, he boasts, “I win.”

“Fine, fine,” you admit with a fake grin. “Maybe I’m the one that wanted dessert this whole time.” 

He laughs. “Do it with me.” 

Do what? The dance? Absolutely not. “Me? Hell no.” 

“Why not!” 

“I would look like a fool! No.” 

A hand juts out to pull you just as you try to scurry away. “Nah, come on! I’ll show you, come here.” 

Ugh. You hate how he’s truly just vibing, taking you along for the ride. 

But in a last show of grace, you allow yourself to give in. Focusing on anything else besides those phone calls—and that notification—could be good anyway. 

So you stand next to your awaiting date, nodding for him to get on with it and teach. 

Grinning, Jungkook shows you simple moves and you somewhat get them. Something with your feet here, another move with your arms there. It’s a bit shaky at first and you have to keep watching him dance, but you have to admit you’re doing better than expected. 

But there’s a move with your hips that you can’t quite get, and you feel stiff as hell. Honestly, you’re not even mad at your dance partner for laughing because you know you look silly. “Give me a break,” you shout with a laugh, to which he chuckles harder. “You know this one is hard.” 

So, in very Jungkook fashion, your roommate comes over to steady his hands on your hips. “Here,” he says in a whisper, “I got you.”  

And you scoff out a laugh. “Oh. I see.” 

In full teacher mode, he asks in shock, “Wait, you got it already?” 

“No, like”—you shake your head—“I see why you did this.” 

Jungkook pauses before chuckling, smug whispers flowing into your ear, “Is it working?” 

Huh. Just like his boldness from before, you’re liking this side of him. The one that’s just going for it, whatever the challenge may be. 

Turning slightly, you catch his features in your peripheral. “What if it wasn’t?” 

Slowly, Jungkook’s grip gets a little tighter as he leans in, one of his hands sliding up just enough for his thumb to slip under your hoodie. When he asks again, his tone lowers an octave, one you haven’t ever heard this close, “This better?” 

The text, the text, the text. 

You breathe hard, swallowing before stepping far out of his embrace and sputtering, “I think I got it! No practice needed.” 

He switches demeanor immediately. “Oh? So we can record now?” 

“What.”

Jungkook half runs to the nearest concrete railing to prop his phone, grappling your wrist before you can scurry out of frame. “Just try it! Play the song on your phone.” 

God. You were only gonna learn the dance, not be recorded! This is way too much embarrassment for the night. 

As the video records, you’re so adamantly against it that you stand in full grump mode, your dance partner only stopping when he sees you not doing it.

You kinda enjoy his pout. “Hey!”

“I can’t!” 

Again with those eyes. No wonder this man gets whatever the fuck he wants whenever someone comes over. “Just once.” 

Your arms cross you like a shield. “If it’s horrible, you’re deleting it.” 

“Fine.”

You give him another look, but he’s not budging. At all. 

So you slump in defeat and prep for the worst. 

The video records again, and you move through the steps, knowing your memory helps you even though your muscles can’t quite do everything accurately. Honestly, you’re a bit proud you can get through the dance wait why are you dancing solo!

Freezing, you turn to Jungkook watching you with a dropped jaw. “What now?” 

Excited eyes crease as he points to your feet. “You did the moves!” 

“Wasn’t I supposed to?” 

“Yeah, but”—his amusement peppers the night with color—“I didn’t expect that.” 

“You told me to!” 

He laughs again before running excitedly to his phone, and you are so confused. But you feel a little accomplished that you surprised him, and he then tells you to record him one more time. “I can’t lose to you.” 

And when you watch him finish the dance, you lock eyes with him over his phone. 

That was the best he’s ever danced for a video and you both know it. 

When he proudly holds his device on the way back to the car, you quietly smile as he decrees, “I’m posting this tomorrow.” 

“Why not now?” 

“Wanna edit first.” 

You give the sky one more look. “Oh. I thought time mattered or something.” 

“Huh? I don’t care about the time. I just post whenever.” 

“Sounds right.” 

At least the time you’ve been spending on the parking garage is nice. Looks like the change in location has been a nice distraction from—

Great. Another fucking call. 

Both of you glance down at your phone, and you quickly bring it up to your ear to hide the caller ID, wincing at his forlorn look before you motion your exit. 

“Do you really have to—”

When the caller starts to talk, you make one stride before your elbow is softly grabbed. 

And when you give Jungkook a desperate shake of your head, he pinches his brows before letting you go. 

God, your roommate looks so lost in his car. 

The breeze stings as you walk back, and your heart tugs a little when Jungkook starts driving over as soon as he sees you’re done. 

Just get through this last part of the night. One more stop and then you can both end this pitiful charade of a date. 

You’re about to reach for your door when Jungkook pops out of his side. “I got it.” 

Oh. That’s nice of him. “You don’t have to—”

“Am I keeping you from something?” 

Stilling, you watch as he stops at your side, car exhaust hitting your nose as his car runs. “No, no, it’s…” 

Jungkook watches you peter off, his face falling hard enough to make you regretful. When he looks at the ground, your chest caves. “We can just go home.” 

“What? No. You won the bet, I don’t need pity.” You know it’s sour but you’re stressed and losing this one good thing will make it a thousand times worse. “Sorry.” 

“We don’t have to go.” 

“Dude, it’s fine.” 

“I don’t want it anymore.” 

Well. Shit. 

Way to be the first person in the universe to ruin a good time with Jeon Jungkook. A good night, no less. What’s the prize? Feeling like absolute garbage. 

This guy took you to the nicest place in town, defended you against stuck-up assholes, and even broke your fall on concrete. What the fuck have you been doing the whole night? Those olive branches don’t mean shit if you’re gonna take them away, too. 

Sighing, you muster the courage to put on a brave front. Offering one last, genuine invitation, you compromise, “Then let’s do the dance one more time.” 

“It’s okay.” 

Fuck, that hurts like hell, but don’t give up. Stop being a total asshole. 

Gathering even more courage, you reach out to lift his beautiful chin. “Look at me.” When he does in silence, you finally apologize, “I’m sorry, okay? I should’ve told you these calls might happen but I didn’t even.. I didn’t even think about it.” 

“They’re making you miserable,” he accurately summarizes. “And you won’t tell me who's doing this to you.” 

Soul breaking, you stare at the ground. “I’ll tell you if I really need to, Kook, but.. Not right now.” 

“Why?” 

Many, many reasons. But you’ll spare him the time and misery when you swipe at nothing on his jacket. “Because I can handle them on my own for now.” 

There’s a beat of silence followed by another. But it’s not as awkward as they had been throughout the night. This one feels much lighter, like your apology lifted the brick of stress pushing down on you until now. 

Is that because Jungkook’s now offering to help you carry it? “I’m here, you know,” he starts, his turn to hold your chin. “Even if we aren’t dating, I got you. Okay?” 

Smiling the tiniest you can manage, you wait until his hand is back at his side. “Are you gonna tell me that’s what roommates are for?” 

When Jungkook starts to grin, you let yours spread a little wider. “Something like that.” 

Okay. You can do this. 

He’s just your roommate and this is just a date. You’ve been letting life beat your ass the whole time you could’ve been leaning into this whole thing, and that sucks. 

But even though you can’t change the past, you can change what happens now. 

So you let yourself laugh when he does, and you give him one more chance to embarrass you. “Are we doing this dance again or going back home so I can finally sleep in peace?”

“In peace?” His dropped jaw makes you giggle. “Nah, we’re definitely recording again.” 

This time, you both stand a little closer so you can fully be in frame. And it takes a few tries—one solely because Jungkook purposely moves to cover you, making you shove his laughing ass out of the way—but eventually you do get a decent take. 

After watching it over in the car a few minutes later, you’re so impressed that you even want him to send you the video. 

“Oh, yeah, I’m sending all of them.” 

“What, why?” 

His eyes shine way too bright as he starts descending through the parking levels. “So that they live in our message thread forever.” 

“You sneaky bi—wait, this is my song!” Your hand is already jutting out to turn up the volume before Jungkook can react, already forgetting what you were yelling about to break into an upbeat rendition of an old classic. 

“Wait, I wanted to—”

“Too bad! This is my shit.” 

When you start to sing, Jungkook can only watch before grinning at his windshield, joining in until you’re both belting everything out, “We’re in heaven…” 

Letting your window down, you scream lyrics out into the empty garage, barely hearing Jungkook cackling at your side. 

For a moment, you feel free. Music up, breeze through the windows, and the prettiest singing voice by your side hitting every note in the book. 

If only you could both do this forever. 

After a much livelier car ride than the first, you’re both walking to your door, sharing a look and knowing exactly what the tiny laughs are about. 

Who goes back to the same home after a first date? 

As he opens the door for you, a thanks slips from your lips before your shoes slide off your feet. And while the door closes with a click, your mind goes over the whole night like a sped-up tape. 

Prank or not, bet or not, it ended up being fun. You hope the same for your roommate, though you’re truly expecting him to confess and say he’s done pretending. So he can get on with his life and seeing other people like that girl. 

Your ribcage jostles. 

“Thanks for dinner,” you murmur as he finishes taking off his boots. “That was the best I’ve ever had.”

When Jungkook straightens, he gives you a lopsided smile. “Good,” he responds before flicking his bangs out the way. “But no taking calls next time.” 

Wait. After all your bullshit today, there’s still a next time? “Uh, I don’t know when I’d be able to—” 

“Trust me. This one you’ll like.” 

Rip the bandaid off. Just do it before things go where they shouldn’t. He’s already starting to say what’s in store for tomorrow but you can’t even entertain it because of what you saw. “I don’t think this will work.” 

Caught mid-sentence, Jungkook snaps his mouth shut before tilting his head. “Huh? You didn’t have a good time?” 

Damn it. Why is he still only asking about your experience? Didn’t he have to sit through all your absences? This is already getting too hard to break off and that’s not a good sign. “No, I did. I meant the whole, umm. Ten days thing.” 

“Because you’re already convinced?” 

“Because we live together, dummy,” you remind him, walking into the hall before he blocks your path. Pulling excuses out of your ass, you continue, “At least I get to have time away from other people I date. Not keep seeing them in their underwear.” 

“You like it.” 

You tsk. 

“It’ll be fine!” 

Arms folded, you pin him with a glare. “You bring girls over like four times a week.” 

“Why would I right now? I’m with you.” 

Something about that makes your heart pulse a little faster. But you can’t. You can’t do this when you know something you shouldn’t. Or maybe something you should, since it’s pretty damn important? “And no one else?”

“No one else,” Jungkook immediately answers. Which is weird considering what you accidentally saw earlier. If he’s flat out lying, you really can’t do anything else with him anytime soon. 

“Are you sure, because…” You sigh before looking down at his pocketed phone. 

Say it. Say exactly what’s on your mind because this isn’t some drama where communication is somehow last on the list of priorities. Real people talk it out, so talk it out. “Look. I kinda, umm. Saw someone text you when I was recording.”

You watch his expression change a tiny, tiny bit. But it’s enough to warrant your decision, “If you’re already seeing someone, I don’t wanna—”

“Who?”

You blink. “Uhhh.. Kyla? Kira?”

Your roommate suddenly starts to grin lopsided. “Kala? She’s my friend from like, second grade. We still game together.”  

“Oh.” Well. That was a lot easier to talk about than you expected. “I just thought… Yeah.”

The way he softens while looking at you makes you feel both dizzy and a little shy. You would pay a significant amount to know what he’s thinking right now, despite the troubles hitting you all through the night. 

“So cute.”

Ah. Never mind. “It’s not cute,” you huff. “Just being reasonable.”

“Yeah. Cute.” 

But he breaks contact to take out his phone and messes with it for a bit. When he clicks it to lock, he holds it up in a slight wiggle. “There.” 

Your head tilts before he explains,

“Yours come through now, too.” 

Breath caught, your whole body seems to buzz. The air around your hoodie starts shifting and heating, and your question leaves in a shocked whisper, “You’re taking this seriously.. aren’t you.”

Jungkook’s eyes never leave yours. “Yeah.”

Why the hell is he trying so hard? For you of all people? 

Last time you checked, the two of you are friends but it’s never been more than that. What’s gotten into him in the last month or so? Did something happen that you missed completely? 

Because if this isn’t some big joke... is this energy around you what you think it is? This chemistry molding into something scary and exciting all at once? It’s terrifying you because, if this is something he wants for real, you may take things further than they’ve ever gone.  

But the spark dissipates when Jungkook looks away. Eyes a little lowered, he asks, 

“It’s just ten days, right?”

Ah. Of course. He’s just competitive, that’s all. 

Smiling tight while you lift your nose, you hum. “Seven.” 

“Too easy.” Jungkook then stops to look at the ground. “It’d be easier if you didn’t keep walking off, though.” 

He got you there. You really don’t have any excuses other than your much lower level of effort. “I… Yeah. Life is really… I’m sorry.” 

You don’t want to tell him just yet. Especially since the night had quite the lovely ending. “But honestly, I really thought you were just doing all this to mess with me.”

“Well, I’m not.” Shucking his jacket off shoulders that haunt you, your roommate steps aside to let you finally pass. 

And reminds you about the motherfucking tank underneath fuck—

“Besides.” 

You blink at the hand on your arm. 

“I can mess with you any day.”

Oh? Bold once again. Attractive once again. But you aren’t gonna let him have just anything he wants. At least, not without seeing how far he’s willing to go. “Not if I don’t let you.”

“You think so?”

“I do.” You lift your chin. “You don’t scare me.”

Stepping in front of you, he gets so close there’s no space between your front and his protruding pecs. “Even like this?”

You try not to show your swallow. “Uh huh.”

When he leans in, you do your best not to react when he rasps out, “And this?”

Another gulp.  “D… Duh.” 

But you’re pretty sure he hears that one because he gravitates to your neck. So close that you can feel his breath on your throat, cologne wrapping you up in wild thoughts and even wilder decisions. “But not this, right?”

Say no, say yes, say no no no. “...No.”

Then. Just when you thought he couldn’t get any cheekier. His lips brush right against your neck as he asks his last question,

“Here then.”

Your flinch and dip out of his way is so quick that you don’t even realize you moved, and his laughs paint the hallway with mirth at your expense.

A hand slaps over the very spot he touched. “Kook!”

“What?”

That felt way too good but came out of nowhere. Feelings are creeping into places they really shouldn’t, and you’re so caught off-guard that your lips flap but don’t do much else. “You… you can’t just…I—”

“Relax,” he giggles. “I wasn’t gonna do anything else.”

Snapping back to reality, you bring yourself to express what’s really on your mind. “Just saying,” you huff, walking off. “You should still ask..”

“Wait, wait!” 

You turn, not anticipating the next thing out of his mouth.  

“You’re right,” he breathes out as he skids. “I’m sorry.” 

Relieved he didn’t take what you asked for as joke, you allow yourself to relax again. 

But of course, with Jeon Jungkook, there’s always more. “Can I do one more thing?” 

“What.” 

“Lemme do what I always do after dates.” 

Deadpanning, you drone, “We’re not having se—” 

“It’s not that.” Pinning him with disbelief, you watch him smile. “Not this time, anyway.” 

Another roll of your eyes. 

“Just trust me.” 

“Fine.” 

He takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom door, and you try your hardest not to bunch your shoulders. 

But something interesting happens that makes you more curious than anything else.

Jungkook stops when you get to your entrance, and he turns to just stare at your face. So calm, and so quiet. 

You don’t quite know what you look like right now, but the way he smirks before going in for a kiss gives you.. an.. idea.. 

He kisses your cheek? 

When he pulls away, his eyes sparkle as you question so bluntly he laughs, “That’s it?” 

“Told you,” he reiterates through a sly grin. “Why?” 

“I mean..”

He chuckles before leaning in slow. “I mean if you insist—” 

Immediately stopping his playful ways, you panic, “Wait, I mean—I just—” 

“Dinner and a kiss is all it takes to win, huh?”

“No, that’s not..” God, he is not funny right now! “One more wouldn’t hurt. I wasn’t ready.” 

By the way Jungkook freezes, you’d think he had turned to stone. But on second glance, he’s just watching for any hesitation or lie in your words, so when he finds none he leans back in.

The second kiss is just as light and innocent as the first. 

But this time, he doesn’t move as you swivel your face to watch, mouths so close and noses softly bumping. 

And the universe shrinks once again. Your belly twists with trembling butterflies and Jungkook’s cologne has clung to him so nicely and your calls have you wound tight and you really just need a distraction so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just—

“Go to sleep, roomie,” he whispers with a deadly smirk, moving away before you can even respond. “You gotta get up early.”

Oh. Why did your heart just scream? “Right… I do.”

“Good night.”

“Good night…”

Before you can snap out of it, Jungkook is already walking away. 

After everything you did tonight, he still stayed. Still had fun. And even did more than he needed to for you despite being left alone at every turn. 

…And quite honestly? “Kook?”

He turns. 

Fuck this fake dating game, fuck the bullshit you’ve been dealt tonight. “Was that really how you wanted to kiss me?”

Jungkook pauses in the hall, jacket dangling from his fist. “Fuck no.”

You swallow as your breath turns shallow. Thinking too hard about all the shit you’re gonna go through soon, you let loose just this once. 

“Then show me.”

Leather abandoned on wooden floorboards, your friend, your roommate, your enormous new problem returns with a purpose, gripping your head in his hands and—

Fuck, he’s a great kisser. Your lips connect and it’s lights out, flashing through your veins and speeding down your limbs. Rushed and impatient, his hands slide all over your arms, running up back to your neck to hold it tight. 

“You taste so fucking nice.” 

Your reply is devoured, his grip strong but not crushing, tongue sliding along your plush like it’s nothing. 

Yes, yes, yes. This is exactly what you needed all along. Nothing occupies your mind other than thoughts so dirty Jungkook would never let you live them down. 

Suddenly, you’re delightfully shoved against your door, groan spewing into his lips as you grapple for his bare arms. If he’s chuckling, you can’t bring yourself to care. All you can think about is how fucking good this feels. 

And how fucking wrong it is. 

Maybe that’s what adds to the thrill. The knowledge that roommates should never jump into this, no matter how electric things can get. 

But fuck it. 

Maddeningly, though, Jungkook keeps his hands just within boundaries, which surprises you and yet irks the monster in you all the same. When he shifts his lips, the kiss deepens, and your eyes shut even tighter as something taut and muscular shoves between your legs. 

Fuck, this feels good. Too good. Borderline forbidden and stepping across way too many lines but you can’t fucking stop. 

“Careful, babe,” you hear him coo. “Keep going and we’re fucking all week.” 

What? What did he just say what are you doing to make him… 

Holy fuck, were you humping his leg? 

“Oh, shit,” you gasp, breaking away and holding him at arm’s length. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even—” Air immediately washes over your heated cheeks and into your desperate lungs, and you have to fight to catch your beating breaths. “Something just happened, I—”

And looking down does you no favors because there is a very, very obvious bulge in your roommate’s pants oh god what did you do? 

Your wrists are held by calm hands as Jungkook peels you off his shoulders. When he leans forward, your body’s caged in by his sheer size alone. 

“Thanks for the dessert, roomie,” he simply whispers to your lips, swiping a finger across your nose before backing up to go to his room. “See you tomorrow.”

And just like that, you’re left alone in the hallway, mind swirling and swirling.

Well. When you invited him to make a move, you expected to be charmed because it’s him. 

But out of all the goddamn outcomes, you didn’t expect anything like that.

A hand slides up to grab the spot above your beating, pulsing, racing heart.

These seven days are gonna age you an eternity.

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[lilsocksiswriting]

You are secretly an OF creator and your best friend's older brother is one of your top fans.

Note: no beta, and I'm dyslexic sooooo  

Yuji: Yeah that’s fine! My brother is home . he can let ya in!

That was right. Yuji was a twin. That’s what people say right? The Itadori twins.  But you’ve never seen Sukuna around campus? Mabey he went to trade school or chose to not do the whole grad school thing.  Yuji talks about how he’s a good cook so mabey that’s what he does?

The man who answers the door can in no way be Yuji’s twin. 

He’s fucking massive!

Sukuna is a good two heads taller than you, hell mabey three since you were wearing platforms today.   And he is covered in tattoos. Thick black bands circle his upper arm and wrist. Shap lies that frame his face.  He’s giving major bad guy vibes with the glare like your soem nuisances benight him and that eye patch.  Really the only thing tha this man and Yuji have in common is their short pink hair. 

“U-umm hello, hi,” you give a small wave. “I’m here for a study sesh, Yuji said he was on his way  but he said his brother was here…?”

The man does look any less pissed at your mere existence. After a long, tense moment, he finally moves. Hsi hulking figure steps to the side to allow you in. Your back is still stiff straight as you walk past him, then toe off your platforms.  You feel his eye boring into the back of your head and it makes  you dizzy with worrisome thoughts 

This was the first time anyone had invited you over somewhere.  So you did dress up a littel more than unusual.   You just were so excited. Yuji and hsi friends were so cool and nice, and not judgemental.   And  They all have this thing that makes you unmask without even realizing it!

“Make yourself at home,” is all this ‘older brother’ has to say. 

Then he just stalks off to soem other part of the house.

You blink. You may not quite get social norms, but that definitely wasn’t normal. 

You shyly venture into the house. It was a lovely house. Old and lived-in. high wooden ceilings and a modern-looking kitchen. It smells like coves and other cooking spices. The living room was pretty big.  Though the house was old, it was deftly a rich person’s house. You forget that Yuji’s technically a rich kid.  He is not as snobby and disconnected. Same with Megumi and his cousin Maki. 

The carpet feels soft under your socked feet. There is a huge flat screen, two plush couches, a love seat, a glass coffee table- 

“A fireplace!” you softly gasp.

You wonder if they use it.   It was freezing, and spring was still a few months away. You wonder if they use it to cook stew. Just set up a big cauldron and add brother and veggie and meat.  Oh, that sounds so nice! A big pot of stew.  Ofr tucked yourself under a blank with a journal or a book. Some hot chocolate, mabey.  You hope you found a place with one soem dat. The dorms you lived in with Nobara and Maki were….well, not ideal. But the girls were way better than your roommates in undergrad. 

“What are you doing?”

You jump, like literally jump. You feel your feet leave the ground at the familiar deep voice. 

Sukuan stands there bracing both hands braced over the bacl of one of the couches, just staring at you impassively.  How long has he been there? When did he get ther? You figure a man that size would make noise when he walks around. It’s at that time your brain is like,  hey, look at that.  The tight black shirt trains against his muscles. Was that one of those compressions short? You’ve only seen them worn by more leaner people.

“Speak,” he commands. 

“I just like fireplaces! there, um, like a vibe.”

“A vibe?”

“Yes?”

“Now you not sure?”

“No?”

The sound keys unlock the front door and save you from the hellish embarrassment.  You feel a breath leave your chest.

“We’re home!” Yujin yells 

“With pizza!” Nobara adds. 

This seems to draw Sukuna’s attention off you as he turns and asks,” What did you brats get?“

It wasn't until the first of you were sitting in the living room, Sukuan somewhere else in the house that you asked Yuji,” Hey is he your twin?”

“Hmm, oh well, he's not acutely my twin. He's my older brother.  Same brother day, different year.”

“Ohhhh,” 

“Yeah,” You laugh,” we just got tired of correcting people at some point. “

“He’s like super scary right?”

You quickly at Nobara.

“Once he warms up to you he’ll be less scar, promise.”

You feel the warmth seep into your chest and Nobabra’s off-handed comment.  You try to hide your smile with another bit of pizza. The three might not quite get it, but just the noting that they are paned to keep you around as a friend made you do one of your small happy stims. 

Once the pizza was devoured, your four then got to work on class work. You and Nobara took an art criticism class together this semester, but the professor was a trip and not the fun kind. Megumi was in Law school while Yuji was getting his Master’s in sports science. The two had majors that were so different from you and Nobara’s. You both were going from M.F.A’s (your writing and Nobara Fashion). The one thing all you had in common was the insane amount of coursework you had. 

You were in your second semester and you still were not use to the course load.  But you did love it. You wish you could take all the classes that the graduate program had to offer. 

You are sitting tucked into one corner of the couch with your iPad, tackling reading. Yuji had shared the wifi with you so you could download them from BalckBoard. But you could also check in to see if King Of Cursing….

Your fingers swipe over to your web app before you know it. It was muscle memory at this time. You onlyfans would be a year old this coming March and it  King had been since your first stream.

KingOfCursing: you got to stop teasing Star, I don’t know if I can wait till your stream tonight.

Me: heheheh, you can last a littel longer. If you haven’t come, your pants already.

KingOfCursing: I almost did but got interrupted. 

Me: mmmm, good. See you tonight. Oh, and here’s a snake peak. 

You send a pic of you on the new bralette and panties you got, a deep red color, King’s favorite.  It was somehtgn you took last night to send to a few of your top tippers and to save in the vault for later. Like all the rest of your photos, videos, and streams, your head is kept out of it. 

You swipe back to your reading and just in time too because you hear Sukuna calling out from the kitchen, “I’m going for a run!”

“Don’t freeze!” Yuji calls back without looking up from hsi textbook. 

“I know right,” Megumi says to you. 

You close your mouth, not realizing the choked and disgusted face you made. You did exercise, too, but in the warmth of the small gym on the first floor of your dormitory or some stretched in your bedroom. 

“He needs to stay in shape for his all the thirst traps he posts.”

“But it’s cold. It's like 30 out. What doe she do if it rains?”

Yuji shrugs like rain and wet socks are no big deal.

“He wears a raincoat.”

“But his socks would get wet.”

“I don't think he cares.”

You put a hand on your chest like your mother would do,” Your brother is a  psychopath.”

Nobrab bursts out laughing and you blink in confusion then surprise. Still not used to people thinking you're funny and not weird.  It’s nice. It makes you feel comfy and even confident. You don't have to pretend to be funny or happy because you genuinely are those things. 

You carry the lightness with you all the way home and as you lock the door to your room and get ready for your bed.  Your stream doesn't happen till around 3 AM. It’s pretty late for one, but one would be supported by how many people are weak and horny at that hour.  It was one of the main reasons you began Onlyfans.  You’ve always had trouble sleeping through the night. It was only when you found out that a lot of autistic peoel have the same trouble you stopped trying to force yourself back to sleep. 

Besides people used to wake up in the middle of the night all the time before capitalism and alarm clocks. And after a few hours of working on your Onlyfans, you usually went right back to bed.

The other reason was that you did not want to move back to your parents after graduation.  It was also nice to be able to afford a nice steak and fresh veggies. You go through your nighttime routine of a hot shower,  motioning up your skin, getting in your pajamas, and then wishing everyone a good night as you fill your water bottle. 

You wake up just before three o'clock with an excited smile. You quickly and quietly get out of bed and make it up all cute since it was the blurred background and strip.  You turn off some Lofi to dampen your voice, not that anyone would hear you any way you’ve subtlety confirmed that one of your roommates heard anything but the soft music you play. 

The second you go live, people start flooding in. You say hello and reply to comments, giving everyone time to log on and get comfy.  Your tagline for your stream was ‘Come in settled down, grab your favorite drink and toy, and let me spin you a tale.’

Those stories could range from actual stories, dialogues,  or your own fantasies, all of which are written in a journal. You keep a special pillow under the bed up, yup, dorm, hidden before soem boxes( the rest of your camera and mic are stored in your closet) It was frim, felt, and matched the color palette of your set up. The pillow fits perfectly between your thighs and the best part? You could attach dildos and vibrators to it. 

You see the moment King’s name pops up and your eyes light up. 

“Evening, King, or good morning, or good day. We are bout to begin in a few minutes. People are still trickling in,” you say a voice that is a tad different than your normal pitch and way more confident with a screen between you and all these peoel.

You giggle at his reply, “Oh come now, you can wait a few more minutes won't kill you.”

KingOfCursing: it might, my cock’s been killing me, pretty Star.  Need you to get me off so fucking bad.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and type out a quick profit measure to KIng.

Me: I’d love to see the mess you make for me.

You then turn your attention back to the stream,” Ok everyone ready?”

Yes’s and please's fill the chat making you giggle. Your fans were always so eager. 

You launch into the story you had prepared, and your journal is lying open beside you to reference.  This one was a fantasy. You ideally play with the dildo as you begin to set the scene in a secluded corner of a library, two stem majors are staying there late, but not to study. Like yes, they have that bif chemistry final, but they also haven’t gotten off in weeks.  Do you know how distracting that can be? To be constantly horny and never have the time to get yourself off?

So, of course, they fuck. They need to get it out of their systems. As you describe, the woman crawls on top ot the man and fists his hard cock, smearing precum down hsi shift; you mimic the action by spreading lube over the toy.

You also pay attention to the chat.  the tips coming in, people reminiscing g of their college days, how they too wanted to fuck in a library, or that yes, that was their last semester.

KingOfCursing: shit, you know what your doign with that toy. 

KingOfCursing: Bet this is a fantasy of your’s to your bibliophile.

Ron: please, please, please, baby need to see those gorgeous tits.

WetAndInDebt: I could listen to your voice forever 

Susy: red looks amazing on you, but now that we’ve seen take it off. 

“Patience, I’m getting there.”

You go on to tell how the two get so lost in the euphoria of touching, licking, and kissing each other that they no longer care if they get caught. They need this.   As you do, you strip off your bra in a rush. Then what you know will  bring in the most tips as  you speak  in a breathless voice about how the woman didn’t even  want to get up, she needed to keep touching him, keep pleasuring the man’s dick, keep hearing those beautiful sounds this body was making for her that-

Riiip

The panties were already an old pair, they had a small hole on the hip, right under the waistline. No one on stream could see it and it made for the perfect thing to hook your finger into and tear your pants off, and you shuffle your hips forward.

sinking yourself down onto the toy you glance over at the chat. Yup, tips are pouring in. People are going crazy, but you only keep an eye out for what King is saying. 

KingOfCursing:shitshitshit, I can’t take this Star.  Drivgn me fuckign mad. Almost came right then and ther. Dicks so hard and swollen. 

You roll your hips and mao as you go on. You tell the stream how frantic and feel the two were. You mimic the way she rides the man’s cock with your toy, moaning and whining as she does.  Not even caring for the tattered remains of your panties still around your hips. 

The mix of the story comes when you, well, when you and the characters of your story  cum. As you come down from your high, giggling softly and wrapping up the story, you find yourself searching for King’s messages in chat.

Ron: oh that was wonderful sweetie

DD_Don: another great steam.

Fireredandfirehot: You ride that dildo like a champ.

112_you: so fucking hot. 

Nothing but a big fat tip from King. That was ok. He’d definitely reply to your private message. 

You end the stream and quietly get cleaned up, then slip back into bed. Seriously, a good orgasm beats your sleeping meds sometimes. 

Beofer, you doze off until the next alarm you check your privet messages, and sure enough, King did reply. The pic was definitely going to be put in your spank bank for later. A heavy-looking spent diick being helped by a cum cover hand

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Ok so Sukuan was warming up to you, but you kind wich he didn’t.  When he was this cold and scary-looking guy that loomed over you you didnt get butterflies at the slightest hint of a smile.

It's been a few weeks since you first met Yuji’s not actually twin. He still acted like you were a nuisance, but he acted that way with Nobara and Megumi too.  But ther was, like, this warmth with his grumpiness and jabs. Ok, so sometimes the jabs hurt, and you never say anything beiacse you don't wanan make anything awkward. You also don't think Sukuan realizes your austisics. Either that he just really likes to give you a hard time.  It's hard to tell when people are messing with you.

Like now, Sukuan leaned against the doorway, not even bothered by the cold bite of the morning air.  He’s in a loose tee shirt and sweats. You don’t know the color, too afraid to glance down. He also had hsi eye patch on. You wonder if he sleeps in it. The front door is wide open but his body is blocking the way. He also hasn’t invited you in. Just stand there smirking down at your shivery form.

“Are you some kind of vampire?” he questions.

Ok, he was deftly fucking with you and you did not like ot one bit. You don’t even have coffee yet. 

“No, your it the way.”

“You could just push me,” he shrugs. 

“Bro, I am a 23-year-old grad student. I do not have any muscle mass. It’s like a twig at an oak tree. “

He humms, taking his sweet time thinking it over,” Yeah, that seems accurate.”

“Can I please come in?”

“Oh beggin' now?”

“Dude stop being mean!” you hear Yuji call frm further inside the house. 

Sukaun’s face falls and he mutters, “Kill joy.”

He moves aside, and you scuttle in, tossing off your sneakers and winter coat.

The gang was getting together for pancakes this morning. The cafe on Camus has pancakes, yeah but they are not actually pancakes. Seriously for as much as you pay in tuition, the least they can do is get actual pancake mox. Whatever the cafe served was not pancakes. 

Pancakes were meant to be warm and fluffy like the stack already sitting in the kitchen bar. Megumi was already there nursing a mug of coffee while Yuji was slicing up a few pieces of cantaloupe. 

“Morning,” you chirp.

Megumi only grunts. 

“He’s still coming too,” Yuji tells you.

“I get it. “

You glace arousn, but Sukna is nowhere to be seen. The menacing was lurking somewhere, though.  You’ve learned that whenever he leaves the house, he announces it. Loudly. 

You want to dig in so bad; they look so good, and Yuji even made you coffee from Sukuan’s fancy coffee maker.  But you are so scared to seem rude that you wait. Nobara is the last to arrive sleepy-eyed but ready for the day. You are too, but you don’t have class until later in the evening. 

Megumi’s also becoming more awake. He holds a small conversation with you and the food is set out on eh bar and you all begin to make your plates. 

You get your small stack of pancakes and soem fruit. Smother it all in syrup The pancakes are perfect, warm, sweet, and fluffy, the stuff dreams are made of. You melt into the taste so much that you don't notice the happy stim you do. 

Sukian does so. It was the same thing you did while checking out the fireplace the first time you were here.  He has seen it a few times since then. But never this close. You don’t even realize that he is behind you as you chow down. 

So when he asks, “Why do you do that?” you nearly jump out of your skin. 

“Jesus, why doesn't Yuji give you a bell or something?”

“Where would the fun be in that?”  Sukuan crossed his arms over his broad chest waiting for your answer. 

“And well…it's just one of my stims.”

Sukuna glances at hsi brother, and the two seem to have soem sort of silent conversation. Before his eye looks back down to you. In hsi eye, you remind him of a chipmunk. Cheeks full of Pankckaes as you chew, then swallow it all down with a swig of coffee. You are not looking at him but rather at whatever is behind his shoulder.  Are you scared, unbothered? Can't be that scared if you want to put a collar on him like some pet or scarf down the food he paid for. 

“Is it a good thing?”

“Dude,” you hear Yuji stresses in a hushed voice. 

“Y-yea, it’s a, uh, happy stim. I do it when I’m happy.”

You keep looking up at the man; your body now turns a little to face him further. Sukuna appraises you for a moment longer before humming.

What does that mean? And what does he do that makes his arms so fucking thick?

“I’ll be home late tonight, clean up the kitchen, or you dead punk,” is all the goodbye Sukuan Gives his younger brother before heading out. ‘

 After the sound of the door to the garage closes Yujoi says, “Sorry about him. “

“Sorry for what?” you ask.  Did you miss something?

“The questions. Sukuana’s….”Yuji trails off.

Megumi isn’t afraid to say it,” Stuck up his own ass to the sighs of neudovergcy.”

“Yeah, “ Nobara agrees, “Back in high school, we were surprised that the big brute could read.  If just seemed to beneath him.”

“Speaking of being big, what does he do? He’s just. There's just so much muscle there?”

“Oh, he’ stunt coordinator.  Like from TV shows and stuff when that  fighting scenes.”

“oh, that’s actually pretty cool.”

“He taught me and Maki how to use a switchblade!” Nobara says proudly. 

“Like all those swoosh swoosh motions?” you ask motioning your hand the way you see people on TV flick out the weapon with ease.

Nobara nods. 

“Oh, that’s sick.”

For the rest of breakfast, the four of you make easy conversation like any other time. Only this time, you can't stop thinking of Sukuan flipping out a switchblade like it was second nature. The shape bade moved between his fingers. And that means the sort of smirk he gives you when he is the Itadoir sibling to greet you at the front door. 

Welp this is going down a dangerous road and I can’t stop it. 

For the rest of the day, then the week,  all your horny littel mind can seem to think of is Sukuna.  Sukuan and hsi big arams. Sukuan holding you. Him keeping your hands warm. Him being able to pin both your hands above your head by your wrists. He is so much bigger than you that when he mounts you from behind his whole body will cover yours. Him fucking you in a full nelson. 

It did not help that you also stalked his Instagram and ho boy. Wow.  With his follower count, he was basically an influencer. His feed was mostly him doing stunts, food, set pics, being tagged with famous actors at fancy-looking events or in a training room filled with mats, and soem videos of self-defense moves. 

You tell yourslef that this is fine. You think your best friend’s older brother is like realy super hot, and your horny little mind loves that shit. It won’t turn into anything. Just thirsting which you can then turn into content. The whole best friend’s older brother thing is hot on paper but is probably like wayyyy messy in real life.

So, by the time your next stream rolls, you have a penalty of content to work with. And that’s just a week's worth of daydreaming abotu Sukuna.

You check the camera once more.  You think the shot of your legs curled d against you just, with just s sliver of a peak of your bare pussy looks perfect. You still have soem time before the stream is due to start, so you check your messages. You reply to a few peoel before getting to King’s message. 

Me:  just some fantasizing, best friend's older brother stuff

KingOfCursing: oh fuck yes, Star. live ti when we have the same dirty thoughts.

Me: Oh? Which sibling would you be?

KIngOfCursing: The older brother, of course, dummy.

Me: Thought so. And just what about this kind of fan stays turns you on?

KingOfCruses: planning to use it in the stream tonight?

Me: maybe ;0

KingofCursing: mmm, well, in that case.   It’s definitely the sneaking around. Plowign her in my room with her, my brother, and the rest of her friends downstairs.   Mabey a bit of power play, too. I’m a bigger guy and I love it when my women aren't built like a stick. They can handle me getting a little rough. Leaving soem bruises and hickeys I get to watch them frantically hide. 

Me: oh you’ve given th a lot of thought.

You check the clock and see it’s time to go live. 

“Hello everyone! ugh, I've been waiting all day to spill this to everyone!  I've had that whole my best friend's  older brother in my mind a lot lately~”

You spread your legs and trial your hand down to the head already between your legs. 

Ronnie: Oh shit she’s already wet.

Softthighsxxx9090: mmmm, as an older bro I can def say that fantasy goes both ways.

“That’s really reassuring gn to hear soft thighs. Seriously I can see how it can be a littel hot because there’s, like, this tabooness to it ya know?”

WetAndInDebt: oh we know girl.

Fredd_W: We love a rule breaker.

“I think about a pool party or a barbeque. Really to get me in a  tiny Bikini really. I’d make up soem excuse to slip inside for a bit and the older brother would come in a littel bit after me. My friend's being none the wiser. “

Your fingers dip between your folds and spread them apart for the stream to see how wet the fantasy already has you. 

KingOfCursing: Shit Star. You look so fucking pretty soaked like that.

Ron: damnnnnnn

DoItDoggy: shitshitshit, I almost came. 

You giggle as the tips pop up,  the nighest being King. 

“I got really worked up his week but wanted to be abel to put on a good show for you all. Anyway, where was I? Oh. yes,  The older bro would pin against the nearest wall and rip my top down little my tits plop out.”, you spill the dirty thoughts you have been keeping hidden away in your journal as a hand comes up to fondle one of your brests. Your fingers have always begun to slip and play with the wet mess between your folds.

“All he’d have to do to get ot my needy cunt and stuff full of his fat  cock or even his fingers. It’s so hard to sneak around when you think about it. We haven't gotten to touch each other or barely kissed in days. It’d make me so needy.

KingOfCursing: Oh, how cute and pathetic. Getting so fucking needy and desperate like that.

420galpal: oh i fuckign love me  despte girl

Bento_K: I could watch her play with that pussy for days.

You moan reading over King’s comment. He always knows just what to type so sounds like he is both praising and degrading you. Something that never to make you a tinge of pleasure run through your core.

“ All he would have to do is hike a leg over his hip and  pull my bottom aside and then… just…”Your voice tappers off into another mon and you pus to fingers inside yourself.

Fread_W: Oh that’s a money shot. 

Ron: Only if you waxed baby, that’s send daddy over the moon.

KingOfCurisng: Fuck you are so perfect Star. 

You let out a slow breath then continue as you fuck yourself with your fingers.  And pinch a pebbled nipple between your fingertips. 

“B-but I’d be having suc a hard time staying quiet. His cock would just feel so good inside me.  And trust me he would try to tell me to be quiet, maybe even get a littel annoyed with me. He’d end up shoving fingers in my mouth, not realy gagging me, but effectively shutting me up and making it impossible to close my mouth.”

Your hips give a littel buck, pleasure building as you county playing out the fantasy in your head. The chat is loving it. 

“Yeah, so I’d definitely start to droll at some point as he plows into me. I’d like to think I’m not the only one who would be just as needy. The older brother wouldn't even be abel to get home off. After getting a taste of my cunt  his hands just won’t do it anymore. H-he’s gotta have his cock buried in my cunt to get off. 

KIngOfCursing: Fuck Star that’s the stuff my dreams are made of

“And I’d be such a lewd sight to see. My hands grasping at his ass to keep him close to me, drool dribbling down my chin- oh fuck I’m getting close.  One tit squished in his hand and the other bounced along wit his thrust.”

The chat was going crazy with your release so close. But you keep looking for King’s name.

“C-can you just imagine, “ you say, “Him snapping his hips forward with such a force it literally knocks the breath outta me? fuuuuuck , hearing him grunt in my ear as he felt me with shi hot seed-Yesyes, of fuck I’m cumming~”

You crane your head back and spread your legs further apart to give the stream the perfect view of your cunt squeezing around your fingers. 

The orgasm leaves you breathless and that tal tlae floaty feeling a good orgasm leaves you with. It was wild you make a living off of this. I make a goofy smile spread across your face. You bit th tinder of your cheek to stop yourself from giggling.

JayJay:  aww that's the good shit

Ron: so hot

KingOfCursing:  please don't stop talking. 

HaloSolider_334: Well I just made q mess in my boxers, wanna see baby?

For the rest of the stream, you continue to play with yourself as you tell your viewers more fantasies.  Like sitting on the other side of the couch and sexting, or sneaking into his room just to suck him off in the morning before anyone else was awake.

As you are cleaning up you get a message frm King

KIngofCursing: shit Sary to nights stream was a dream.

Me: I hope a wet dream.

KingOfCurses: oh my boxers got pretty wet.

You giggle.  A few others have messaged you but those can wait until tomorrow to be replied to. You spend the next hour or so talking to Kng instead of going back to sleep.

---

You find it hard to regret your decision to stay up and chat with KIng. it was not the first time you’ve done this and it probably won’t be the last. He just words things in a way that makes your stomach do a littel flip. 

 By the time 6 AM rolls around you find it useless to go to bed when you have that damn 8 AM. You roll out of bed and begin to get ready for the long day ahead. You were deftly getting take out as a reward fro staying away. And a large coffee on your way to class.  

You still arrive early and a littel cold. You were happy to have soem time to yourself before students stay to trickle into the classroom. You take a seat by the window.  Your class was on the top floor of the media and broadcasting board so it had a nice view of the university lawn. 

You hear someone else come in but don’t pay them any mind until they sit next to you. 

“Hey, Y/N right?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yea I 've seen you hang around Yuji and his friends before and though I recognized you.”

You do not recognize the women. You know she is in this class but that's it. And she looks like you could pick her out of a crowd. Her blond hair is pulled packed in these perfect high pigtails, a choker with soem old look jewel, board looking, sharp eyes. They are staring at you like you're supposed to know her. 

“Right….i’m Momo.”

“Oh, ok. “

Your mind was racing. The one-on-one conversation was not your strong suit and you are trying not to panic. Trying to act normal. 

“Right so,” she trails soem of  her silk hair between her fingers, “ I was actually wondering if I could come to hang with you all sometime.”

Huh? 

She takes your slice not as confused but continues on, “Yeah we were, like, friends in high school  and I want to reconnect ya know.”

“umm, ok” No not ok why was she telling you this? What did you say back? You just wanted to sip your coffee and be a littel nonverbal before class. 

She smiles,” Great thanks so much!”

Then she just gets up and takes another seat at the front of the class. What the hell was that?

---

You get somewhat of an answer that evening. It was the one day of the night that the four of you could have dinner together which typically meant gathering at Yuji’s for take of soem kind.  You are all gathered around a pizza box that sits on the Kitchen islands when you bring up you encounter with Momo.

“her, oh, well we never really hung out in the saem crowds…”  Yuji trails off recalling their high school years. 

“She  ran with the  rich kid crowd is why.”

“Aren't you and Megumi like rich?”, You point your half-eaten slice to Yju and then Megumi.

“Our families are rich,” Megumi corrects you, since Yuji’s cheeks are stuffed with pizza

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[therunawaykind]

The Predicament

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Word Count: 8.4k

Genre: Fluff, Smut, pinch of angst?

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, fingering, explicit language, bottom!Wanda, teasing, mention of alcohol, swearing, jealousy, small bit of drinking/partying

A/N: Long time no see! (yet again) this has LITERALLY been sitting in my google docs for months hence the main theme/focus of this whole thing being Halloween and sort of AU-esque? No pronouns used for the reader throughout, though there is a mention of a bra but besides that it's all very much gender neutral. Nevertheless enjoy!

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Suddenly your laboured breaths are at the forefront of your mind, the music playing from your headphones unexpectedly becoming faint as you simultaneously focus on your feet hitting the pavement in a regular rhythm, as you run through the brisk New York weather. Running both before and after work is the only thing that can alleviate the stress from the tasks undertaken at the office.

Focusing on the fog leaving your mouth as you exhale, you feel the annoyance of New York unexpectedly and abruptly becoming colder much sooner this year than in previous years. As you turn the corner a sense of relief fills your body as you see the bright shining lights from all the rooms in your apartment building knowing sooner rather than later you’ll be out of this bitter cold and in the warmth of your home, where you can warm up with a bath or shower, bundle up in layers with a blanket and make yourself a warm dinner that’s if she hasn’t already but nevertheless you cannot complain.

Summoning every last bit of energy you can you pick up the pace and make a dash towards the entrance to the building attempting to avoid all the people strolling past as well as the Halloween decorations on the path, slightly nudging off people and apologising as you pass but you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face as you witness the doorman opening up the door as he sees you approach.

Giving him a small salute as you jog through the door, “Thanks Nick, Keep up the good work!”

“Anytime Y/N, I’ll be sure to keep on top your schedule and routine subconsciously,” he playfully tips his hat towards you. Pressing the button for the elevator, you laugh as the doors open. “See you later Nick!”

Stepping into the elevator and pressing the button for the top floor, you slump against the wall and rest your head against it. To address the elephant in the room, with the mention of a she earlier, as many of you would assume it is a partner, a spouse or even a family member. That in fact is not the case in the slightest, the she, you had mentioned, although you hate labelling her as such, is your maid, housekeeper? Whichever you prefer. Honestly, a lot of the time you just refer to her as your roommate, considering she does live with you as well and if it were up to you, you wouldn't have even hired her because realistically you don’t need it.

Granted the apartment is quite big but if you had to of course you’d find and make the time yourself to look after and clean it, but inevitably it was down to your parents hiring her for you and them knowing the Maximoff family they had you warned if you had gotten rid of her or stopped her from working for you, they in fact would find out, you never questioned how they would find out but that’s something you’d never want to figure out. You have to let it be known you never have and never will treat her like you’re her boss, she does whatever she wants when she wants, and you’d like to say for yourself that you do pay her quite generously for all that she does.

You didn’t know the ins and outs on why it had to be a hire from the Maximoff family, specifically the Maximoff girl, you never really did gather the courage to ask. Hell, you were even pushing your luck by paying her a wage, both your parents and hers didn’t believe she was good enough to receive such benefits or to quote them directly “worthy enough” to get such things but that was the one and only thing you stood up and fought for, as for everything else both families left how you handled and dealt with the situation up to you both.

Groaning, feeling the tightness spreading across your whole body from the run, as you swipe through your watch, you get hit with the realisation that you ran a lot further than you intended to. Hearing the ding of the elevator alerting you that you’ve arrived at your floor muttering “Finally.” Walking out of the elevator, unlocking your door and entering your home you immediately get hit with the smell of some sort of curry which you can’t help but sigh happily as you remove your trainers and leave them by the door. Glancing around in an attempt to get sight of the woman herself as you walk further into the apartment, smirking to yourself as you hear the faint sound of music coming from the kitchen you slow down and take her in as you witness her in her element dancing slightly to the music, sipping her drink and tasting the food.

“Seems like you’re in your own lil world there huh, Maximoff?”

Not expecting to hear your voice she jumps and stops the music “Oh, I’m- I’m so sorry Y/L/N I didn’t hear you come in. If I knew you were here, I would’ve brought you a water or something-”

You grimace slightly at the use of your last name, walking over to her slowly, “Wanda, Wanda, it’s fine, don’t worry, this house is as much yours as mine, and I thought we settled this, no using my last name it isn’t necessary or needed. I’m not my parents or yours, are we good?”

“I- but your parents?”

“My parents are not the people you’re working for, paying you or dealing with you on a daily basis…dealing with isn’t the right word because I don’t deal with you really, it’s easy to live and co-exist with you here.” sighing you throw your head back and chuckle as you hear Wanda let out a little giggle “But for real are we good?”

“Yes, we are Y/N, thank you.”

“Of course, anytime, Wanda.”

You notice Wanda glancing at the clock from the corner of her eye “You were out longer tonight, did you do a longer run than you set out for?”

Groaning as you walk over to the fridge to get a bottle of water “It was an unexpected long run, it wasn’t in my head to go for that long, but I already know I’m gonna be paying for it later.”

Watching Wanda stirring the curry slowly you can see her thinking before she gathers the courage to say “Well, how about this, you go up and have your shower or bath, whichever one it is. I’ll have dinner ready and served up by the time you’re done, we can watch whatever, then before we both go to sleep, I can give you a massage that’ll hopefully loosen your muscles out.”

Wanda’s face flushes slightly as she hears a slight moan escape your mouth “You’d really do all that for me?”

Smirking slightly “Well you do pay me for doing all this, the massage is just a bonus for you a once-off.” Looking back down and furrowing her eyebrows as she checks on the curry, you smirk slightly as your eyes drift up and down her body lingering on the way her jeans hug her curves and ass. Biting your lip slightly as you simultaneously shake your head and clear your throat “Yeah yeah of course once-off, I shall thank you in advance now. I’ll see you in a few minutes, Wanda.”

As you walk off you hear a faint “See ya.” mumbling to yourself “What the hell is wrong with me.” Whilst the shower did not alleviate all of the tightness in your muscles it did certainly help with dispelling those random thoughts you had of Wanda….at least momentarily at least. Eating the food Wanda had made truly felt like it was the best meal you’ve ever had and honestly, it very well might be. Throughout the meal, you had commented multiple times how Wanda should’ve become a chef and how great she’d be at it however, going unnoticed by you as you made those comments as much as Wanda appreciated them her face would drop and she’d take a deep breath in and offer you a tight-lipped smile.

As Wanda sat up to take the plates to clean up, you quickly stood up and much to the betrayal of your body you stumbled ever so slightly as you took the plates from her “Ah-ah I’ll wash these, I’m taking you up on that once-off massage offer considering that shower didn’t help whatsoever, you go up and prepare whatever you need to and I’ll take care of these.”

Standing there speechless, Wanda watches your every move as you walk to the kitchen “I- wait what do you mean to go up and get prepared? Go where?”

You spin around and look at her “uhhh my room? Where else would we do it?”

“I- mean we could do it down here? On one of the sofas.”

“Nonsense it’ll be much more comfortable up there.” Nodding absentmindedly as she mumbles “Fuck.” Wanda slowly starts making her way upstairs to prepare.

Walking upstairs with bottles of water for you both you peek into your room as you see Wanda sitting on your bed fiddling with her fingers. Deliberately, you make a lot of noise coming up the stairs, so she knows you’re coming. You lean against the doorframe, she smiles out at you.

“You ready for this?”

She laughs and nods “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You know if this makes you feel weird or think it’ll affect our work relationship or friendship in any way, we don’t have to do it.”

“No no it’s fine I promise, I offered and I at least want to try to make you feel better or alleviate the uncomfortableness you’re in currently.” Smiling at each other you walk into the room slowly, clearing your throat “I uh I brought you up a bottle of water as well if you want it.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Standing there awkwardly, Wanda looks up at you “C’mon Y/L/N get those clothes off chop chop.”

Rolling your eyes and scoffing you start to remove your hoodie and sweats. Whilst you can’t see anything by the hoodie covering your face, Wanda’s eyes scan up and down your body and remain on your sweatpants sitting on your hips. Swallowing dryly and clearing her throat, she gets up and grabs the lavender massage oil and shakes it in an attempt to distract herself.

“Umm is staying in just my underwear okay?”

Swiftly turning around to face you, completely missing the information that just reached her ears and not at all contemplating how her brain would short-circuit seeing you in just your underwear, Wanda stands there staring at you wide-eyed in your bra and underwear. “I um yeah, when you lie on your stomach I can just undo your bra and move your straps so they aren’t in the way. But um as for your underwear, I did get a spare towel to drape over your lower half, just on the slim chance I somehow manage to get oil on anything, I don’t wanna ruin it or anything really.”

Nodding to yourself “Perfect I will get right on that.” disappearing into the bathroom as Wanda hands you a towel as you pass her by. As Wanda hears the click of the door locking she shoves her head into her hands and groans. Placing the other towels on the bed Wanda takes a deep breath as she hears the bathroom door unlock and the sound of you walking back into the bedroom slowly, she mutters to herself “Okay, let’s do this.”

Wanda wrings her hands as she watches you situate yourself on your bed shaking her hands out picking up the lavender massage oil and putting her legs on either side of your hips. Pouring some of the oil onto her free hand and some of it onto your back, she jumps slightly as you exclaim “Cold! Oh my god that’s so cold a warning would’ve been nice!”

Holding back her laughter as she places the lavender oil on the floor, Wanda smirks as she rubs her hands together “You’re right that’s my bad.” Taking a deep breath in she places her hands in the middle of your back and starts moving her hands up and down your back to spread the oil, clearing her throat “Is there anywhere specifically on your back, neck or shoulders that’s very tight and that feels like will give you trouble or is the majority of the problem from the waist down?…now that I ask this out loud I realise I probably should’ve asked this first before starting.”

Propping your head up onto your hands, which are flat on the bed laughing slightly “It is mostly just from my waist down, but hey, I mean no harm in getting any knots or tightness out that you do notice or come across up here.”

“Perfect, no problem.”

“Wanda?”

“Mhm mhmm?”

“Is that oil lavender?”

“Um it is yeah how did you know?”

“Smells nice, that’s all, might put me off to sleep.”

Shaking her head slightly as she presses down on different sections on your back “And I’m sure even if you do that, it won’t last long if I'm getting the knots out of your back and legs.”

“Try me Maximoff.”

“Oh, you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” Glancing up at you briefly, you both share a quick laugh at the interaction.

//-//-//

“OW, Maximoff what the hell was that.”

Laughing to herself “I told you, not my fault you went on an extra long run besides, I'm nearly done with you now anyway, but we might get a few more ow’s out of you yet.”

Groaning, you flop your head down onto the bed and let out a big breath. Absentmindedly knowing full well she’s done with the massage completely, Wanda keeps rubbing her hands up and down your legs as she takes this moment to fully take all of you in. Her eyes run up and down your slightly glistening body rapidly as she sits with the idea and tethers on the edge of finally accepting the thoughts and feelings that have been brewing since she was first introduced towards you, she realises she can’t deny them anymore. Sitting with that realisation, she quickly pats your legs softly, “You’re all done and de-knotted.”

Whining as you stretch ever so slightly “Oh my god I don’t think I’ve ever felt better.” grabbing one of the free towels and awkwardly manoeuvring to wrap it around yourself “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to…because I’ve heard stories about how private you and your family are but um how do you know how to properly massage people.”

“No no, you’re okay, the privateness is more so my parents and they tried to pass it on or more like force me and Pietro to be like that, and I- I guess it was successful to an extent but anyways. Um, whilst I was in college studying cu- the actual career I would’ve liked to pursue because I’ve always liked learning new things, I simultaneously was taking part in massage courses as well as a bunch of others, but that’s not important.” She waves her hand dismissively in an attempt to move and change the topic promptly. As you’re sitting on the bed staring at Wanda, taking in all that new information and details, you nod slowly “I mean for what it’s worth if it’s any consolation, I do find it interesting and I’m always happy to know and learn more about you. You Miss Wanda Maximoff are an enigma to me.” A grin spreads across your face as you hear her laugh.

As you go to walk into the bathroom to wash all of the oil off yourself, you turn around as you hear Wanda call your name. “I know this is probably very bad timing and late on my part but I was just wondering is it okay if I have a few friends over here tomorrow night? They just wanna have a quiet little fun Halloween night in where we’re all dressed up and whatnot.”

“Of course Wanda, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again this is as much your home as it is mine. You can have friends and people over as much as you like. You know I’m unfortunately not here very much as it is, so I won’t be in the way of you all. So yeah feel free work away, if you need me to pick up anything for you tonight before it gets too late let me know.”

Wanda faintly smiles, “Thank you Y/N and just know that you wouldn’t be in the way.”

//-//-//

Trudging through the streets of New York, you exhale deeply as you undo the top button of your shirt, looking around and grinning at all the young trick-or-treaters going door to door with their parents. Entering the apartment building, you quickly greet and salute the other doorman, knowing Nick wasn’t working tonight, considering he was trick or treating with his children. Falling against the elevator wall, you mindlessly scroll through your phone as you wait for it to arrive at your floor. Hearing the ding of your arrival, you absentmindedly drag your way through the hallways until you arrive at your door and softly lean your head against it and exhale softly.

Your mind seemingly forgetting about the little get-together Wanda was having as you slowly unlock your door, shutting it behind you as you slip off your shoes. Leaning against the door and keeping your eyes closed, you suddenly get startled when you hear an unfamiliar voice blurts out “Well well well if it isn’t the lawyer, is this your usual getup or did you just decide to come dressed up as an exhausted lawyer for this get-together?”

Hearing a faint “Agatha stop it.” your eyes shoot open murmuring “Fuck.” underneath your breath your eyes glance around the room as you look around at all of Wanda’s friends dressed up dotted around the living room sitting across various sofas and chairs.

Chuckling to yourself “No, no unfortunately this is my normal getup Wanda here can attest to that.” Wanda raises her glass in a joking manner to agree with you, more aware of your surroundings your eyes scan the room again, they stall at the very few men who are present. Wanda seeing your stare aimed at the men of the group, she sits up straight clearing her throat to grab your attention. Whipping your head back to her she gives you a little smile “How rude, I should’ve probably introduced everyone here. Besides me, we have Natasha, Maria, Bucky and my twin brother Pietro, across from us on the other sofa and chairs we have Agatha her girlfriend Rio, Steve, Sam and Vision or Jarvis what we call him changes all the time. Everybody this is-” pausing as she looks at you briefly contemplating how to introduce you due to not all of them knowing the situation, noticing her dilemma “I’m her roommate, Y/N.” waving briefly at all of them as they all reciprocate the greeting, well, mostly all. The goody-two-shoes, evident posh boy Vision didn’t instead, he looked you up and down with a very….distinct expression spread across his face.

Stuffing your hands into your pockets and clearing your throat, Wanda noticing the unusual tension between the both of you “Well, I guess I should get out of all of your guys’ hair and leave you all to the rest of your night.” Hearing a chorus of “Nooo the more the merrier feel free to join us.” Until you hear a vexing voice saying “Oh c’mon if the exhausted lawyer wants to leave and go to bed let them.”

Nodding humourlessly whilst simultaneously kissing and gritting your teeth, “Lemme tell you all what I’m gonna go upstairs freshen up and when I come back down we can all get to know each other and I can make you all some drinks how does that sound?” You receive a plethora of cheers in response and hear one faint grumble from the man in the corner. Grinning, you nod your head “I shall see you all in a few.” As you go to walk past Wanda, you finally take in what she’s wearing, some sort of modern maid-esque Halloween outfit that stops you dead in your tracks you swallow harshly.

Noticing you frozen Wanda reaches out for your hand and squeezes it “You alright Y/N? You good?” Nodding haphazardly, you squeeze her hand back in return “Yeah, yeah, never been better, you look great by the way.” Her cheeks flushing slightly as she responds with a quiet “Thank you.” as you leave the room, inhaling deeply as she gathers the strength to face her friends again she’s met with a thunderous roar from everyone in the room “Okay okay shhh shhh.” Simultaneously both Natasha and Agatha quite a lot louder than anticipated “Are they the person you’ve been telling us about? How you’ve finally accepted your feelings for them? FINALLY AT LONG LAST.” Going unnoticed by the group as Vision takes in all of them gushing and gossiping about this revelation, he scoffs as he runs his finger around the rim of his glass.

“OH MY GOD, will you both quiet down.” Hearing the commotion downstairs you approach the door slowly and set it ajar to overhear the chaos downstairs, a big grin spreading across your face as you hear the vague comments from who you believe is (if your memory is correct) is Agatha and Natasha. Feeling a sense of relief and a new re-energised pep in your step as you walk into the bathroom to shower and freshen up.

//-//-//-//

Making your way downstairs you adjust the waistcoat you have on and roll up the sleeves of your shirt, stopping right outside the doorframe you take a deep breath as you walk into the room being met by whistles and a single voice stating “You don’t seem very dressed up Y/L/N.” taking a swig of his drink, you look up at Vision and let out a breath chuckling to yourself as you walk further into the room and gesture to your outfit “Well you see that is where you are very wrong. I am actually very on brand and theme, if you can recall what I said earlier tonight about serving and mixing your drinks for the rest of the night. I have simply come as a bartender/waiter that will look after and cater to your every need.” rolling his eyes in annoyance, you bask in all the cheers you receive.

Noticing Wanda turn to face you, you approach her slowly as you squat down, recognising the turmoil and guilt in her eyes, knowing realistically she should be doing all that, considering it is her job. She whispers to you “Y/N you don’t have to do all that…or any of this just for us.”

“Nonsense Wanda, it’s time for me to give back to you and in turn all your friends and repay you for all the things you do for me on a daily basis.” Observing the unspoken words of gratitude showing in her eyes you squeeze her hands, offering her a tight-lipped smile as you stand back up.

Clapping your hands together “Alright who wants some drinks?” Letting out a loud laugh as you’re met by thunderous applause and cheers. Smirking to yourself “To save all of us all the hassle of actually making and cooking food, how does everyone sound about ordering some pizzas? Or at least some sort of takeout?” Yet again you were met by cheers and thunderous applause. “Perfect, I’ll pass around a sheet or something for everyone to write down their preferred pizza toppings to save the hassle.”

As you turn to start making a mixture of cocktails you hear a quiet “Damn lawyer are you attempting to impress and win us over or what because if you are, keep it up it might just work.” hearing a faint “Maria stop it.” from Wanda, chuckling softly you nod over in Maria’s direction “Duly noted, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

Exiting the room you miss how Wanda’s eyes follow and linger on you as you leave turning around and being met by all of her friend’s eyes on her, she can’t stop the flush she feels on her neck and rising up to her cheeks hastily grabbing her drink in front of her and taking a big gulp of it so she can avoid talking. Noticing all the smirks and looks from all her friends…well, the majority of them, she can’t help the grin that spreads across her face.

After being gone for far too long, you appear in front of Wanda and her friends again as you walk out rolling a trolley with various jugs and pitchers with a variety of cocktails, mocktails and drinks that may tickle their fancy. “Your drinks are served.” playfully bowing behind the trolley as you extend your arms out, presenting the drinks. As your head is down hearing a quiet scoff you subtly move your head towards where the noise came from and witness the blondie roll his eyes in exasperation at your behaviour and display of drinks. Wanda and a few others also observing the action clear their throats simultaneously making sure to stare him down. As you stand back up, Pietro gives you a smile and makes sure to get across how grateful he and everyone else is for the treatment you’re giving them. “Once again thank you Y/N all of this really wasn’t necessary, but in another way, I guess it’s a weird reassurance to know my sister is being taken care of well here.”

“PIETRO!”

“Hey what I’m just saying the truth it’s nice to know!” you attempt to suppress the smile that wants to spread across your face as you see Wanda rolling her eyes as she mutters something in Sokovian and of course as you’d expect, it makes Pietro retaliate and respond back to her in Sokovian. Running your eyes along everyone else you raise your eyebrows as you grab the piece of paper with the pizza orders and mouth to them all “I’m just gonna go order all of these.” slipping out of the room as you start dialling the number for the pizza place you inhale deeply and shake your head as you bring your phone to your ear.

//-//-//-//

Sinking down into one of the chairs as you wait for the pizza delivery you can’t help the glare you’re giving towards Wanda and the blonde nuisance she's talking to…well more like talking at her as you see his thumb rubbing up and down her waist. Granted you know you can’t be angry or upset with her, at least judging from her physical reactions, the constant fidgeting with her hands and fingers as well as her eyes darting around the room trying to find someone to save her from this interaction. Your grip around the glass you currently have a hold of gets tighter, going unnoticed until Rio leans over the armrest to whisper in your ear “Easy there lawyer, if you hold the glass any tighter you’ll shatter it.” Jumping slightly, glancing down at your glass, you loosen your hold and clear your throat. “Got it Rio, thank you for bringing it to my attention.”

Patting your shoulder “Anytime lawyer, if it gives you any sense of hope or makes you feel better none of us are particularly fond of blondie. I’m sure we’d all prefer you to be with Maximoff. As much as we try, we can’t get rid of him, our social circles overlap and interlink far too much.” hitting your shoulder again “But hey if you and Maximoff work out maybe he won’t show up as much. We both know if you haven’t seen the looks…rather the glares he has been sending your way.”

Coughing as you choke on your drink “Oh me and Wanda aren’t- there isn’t anything going on there.”

Smirking as she sips her drink “I’m sure there isn’t but we can all see it and feel the ever so slight tension and connection between you both.” With wide eyes, you gulp your drink as you give Rio a tight-lipped smile as you grimace at the burn of the alcohol going down your throat. Raising her eyebrows at you after sharing that revelation she saunters over to Agatha and nestles in under her arm on the couch smiling up at her subtly as Agatha carries on talking to the others in the group.

Exhaling through your nose as you look over at Wanda, yet again listening to blondie. You raise your glass to take a sip of it and click your tongue as you notice it’s empty. Jumping slightly as you hear the knock on the door, when you get up to answer it, you glance over at them one more time as you let out a sigh. Opening the door you give a smile to the doorman Sebastian “Thank you for bringing all these up I didn’t realise there would actually be so many…despite me ordering them. If you can give me one sec and I’ll call on someone else to help me out with these.”

“Sure no problem Y/N.”

Clearing your throat as you step away from the door ever so slightly and holding it open with your foot you call out “Hey Wanda can you come here for a second to help me carry in all these pizzas?”

Chuckling as you get a rapid response from Wanda “YES! I- I mean yeah yeah coming right over.” smirking as you hear a quiet “Sorry Jarvis I’ll just be a second.” Rolling your eyes at the sound of his name you mutter “Pretentious.” As you wait for Wanda to come over you grab your wallet off of the table by your door and take out some cash and put it into Sebastian’s pocket. He stares at you wide-eyed and shakes his head “I- I can’t take all this.”

“You can and you will it’s the least I can do and give to you for carrying all these up here for me.” Giving you a heartfelt smile he murmurs “Thanks Y/N.” You smile in response giving him a curt nod.

As Wanda appears you hear a faint “Thank you for that.” and quickly follows up with giving the doorman Sebastian a quick hello as she starts to take some of the pizza boxes from him and leaving you to take the rest from him.

“So where are we putting these?”

“Uhhh let’s bring em into the kitchen for now and I can clean up some of the mess in the living room for these.”

Nodding her head slowly, you hear a quiet “Sure.” from Wanda. Placing the boxes down on the counter simultaneously in the quiet kitchen, hearing the muffled talk from the group in the other room. You click your tongue as your eyes dart around the room, hearing Wanda’s fingers tapping against the countertop. The only thought right now is why things are so awkward between us now, it was never like this before.

“So how are you enjoying your get toget-”

“So how are you finding meeting every-”

Both chuckling “You go first.”

“How are you finding meeting everyone..well my friends I guess.”

“They’re good, they’re good…well for the most part mister blonde boy out there doesn’t seem to like me much.”

“Jarvis? No no, he’s fine… of course he-” biting her lip as she stares at you

You being to chuckle “You can’t finish that sentence can you? Because you can’t lie and we both know the truth?”

Laughing and nodding “Yeah I- I can’t I’m sorry. But being honest I truly don’t know what his problem or issue with you is.”

Throwing your head back as you nod slowly “I- I unfortunately think I do know.” Raising her eyebrows in curiosity “I- I’m pretty sure he feels somewhat threatened by me…as I was informed loosely by Rio.”

Wanda shakes her head slowly with her mouth wide open “Threatened…why- why would Jarvis be threatened by you. I can’t think of one possible reason as to why he would be or why he would feel that way.”

Moving back and forth on your feet you bite your lip “Why don’t I bring these pizzas to the other room before they get cold and we can talk in here.” Absentmindely she nods her head as she continues staring at you.

As you go to leave with the pizza boxes you stop and turn around to face Wanda “Actually I’m gonna say this to you now to give you a few minutes to think about it in here on your own whilst I’m sorting everything out. Even though I did not think I would be revealing and talking about this as soon as I am considering I only realised tonight.”

“Jarvis obviously feels threatened or at least some way about me because I’ve quickly realised and so it got pointed out to me tonight. I like you like in a romantic way. And there is obviously… well at least according to Rio which I guess was speaking to me on behalf of the whole group has seen and noticed there is some sort of connection or as she put it ‘tension’ between us and they would all much rather prefer to see me be with you as your partner in comparison to Jarvis.” seeing Wanda wide-eyed and speechless you nod your head slowly as you follow up with “I know I just threw a lot of information at you so I will let you sort through this whole thing whilst I make sure everyone in the other room is fed and has enough drinks so they don’t barge in on top of us while we’re discussing and talking about this. Okay?”

Nodding her head Wanda softly responds “Good, good yeah that- that sounds like a solid plan. I guess I’ll see you in a few.” Both smiling at each other as you exit the room, you both let out a deep breath and mumble “Fucking hell jesus christ.”

Walking back into the kitchen as you look around the kitchen trying to locate Wanda you utter “Hey sorry about that, it took me a lot longer then I expected.” Taking you by surprise Wanda appears out of nowhere placing her hands on your cheeks and your exclamation of surprise gets muffled “Mmmph.” Wanda places her lips on yours, your hands hovering over Wanda’s waist and back as you try and decicde what to do. With Wanda pulling you closer by your waistcoat you let your hands rest on her hips and back as you slowly start to reciprocate the kiss. As the kiss lingers you both pull away slowly looking at each other as you wet your lips taking in everything that just happened.

Whilst you stand there speechless Wanda looks at you and whispers “So does that give you an answer?” still shellshocked you nod haphazardly and murmur a variety of “Yea- yeah yeah yes it does.” Smirking to herself as she takes in your nervous state “So what do we do now?” Your eyes dart around the room as you weigh up your options…either go back out spending time with a group of people you hardly know, but they’re Wanda’s friends, or you could spend your time in here with Wanda and use your time wisely.

Looking back at Wanda you place your right hand on her cheek as you lean in and kiss her fervently being taken by surprise Wanda’s reaction is delayed. Navigating her through the kitchen slowly as you push her up against the island, and she places one of her hands on top of it for balance. As she puts the other around your neck sliding her hand up the back of your neck as she softly holds on to the hair at the nape of your neck. Hearing the soft noises coming from the back of your throat made your heart race, running your tongue along the outline of her lips she parted her lips instantly.

Your tongue entering her mouth made a deep groan leave her throat as her tongue swirled around yours slowly which gradually picked up pace as you exhaled deeply through your nose. Both parting from each other with swollen and glistening lips you open your eyes slowly as you take in each other in your slightly dishevelled state. Placing your head on her shoulder you let out a shaky breath as Wanda ran her hand through your hair and whispered your name softly. Tilting your head towards her as an indication you’re listening “Mhmm?” She grabs your hair tighter and pulls your head back to kiss you harshly, coincidentally pushing one of your hands down to cup her ass as she lifts her leg around your waist.

In an attempt to slow down the kiss, you pull away briefly and mutter, “Wait, wait, wait…Wanda, what about your friends in the next room?”

“I don’t care, you said you stocked them up with enough food and drink right?”

Nodding swiftly “I- I did, I did.”

“Perfect. Then we should be good for a while.” Groaning in response, your eyes roll to the back of your head. You smirk as you look down at her. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

She smirks as she bites her lip and leans in to kiss you again, you move backwards slightly “W- wait wait, one last thing you’re sure about this, you aren’t drunk and you aren’t doing this out of pure spite out of spite over blondie boy out there.”

Grumbling Wanda tugs on your hair again “Please don’t mention him right now in any capacity. But I can assure you I am certain about this, I am not inebriated in the slightest and am not doing this out of spite. I’ve liked you for quite some time Y/N.” Smiling your eyes dart back and forth as you stare at Wanda’s, placing your hands on her cheeks as you both start to move in slowly fully aware of the anticipation and tension you both feel. Once both your lips press against each other you grin as you feel Wanda melt against you, her hand moving from the counter island behind you and grabbing onto the front of your waistcoat and her grip against the back of your neck and baby hairs tighten as she subtly pulls you against her tighter.

Forcing her up against the island, she gasps at the sting from the edge of the counter sticking into her back, giving you a chance for your tongue to enter her mouth, you place yourself in between her legs as she delicately starts moving her hips against you. The tip of her tongue slowly running along yours as they both swirl around each other.

Parting ever so slightly to take a breath you glance down at Wanda who let out a murmur of dissatisfaction biting your lip as you stare at her hooded eyes, glistening lips and mouth slightly ajar. Growing tired of the slow pace set between you both you take a deep breath as you move back into kiss her fervently which takes Wanda by surprise letting out a muffled sound of shock which quickly turned into a moan with how your hands moved down from her cheeks onto her waist and slowly descending onto her ass. Groaning as Wanda reciprocates the kiss just as intensely you take note of her discreetly undoing the buttons on the front of your waistcoat with one hand as her other slowly moves from the back of your neck to the front of your shirt as she pulls it out from being tucked and starts undoing the buttons on your shirt.

Moving one of your hands from her ass you gradually run your fingers up along her thigh simultaneously grabbing and pinching at it gently. Whining at the sensation, she bites down on your lip, running her tongue along the bite mark.

Moving your hand further up her thigh and to the front of her underwear you tease her by running your finger along the edge and pulling at it slightly as you run your fingers along her centre instinctively dropping your head onto her shoulder as you feel the wet material underneath your fingers. Groaning you mutter “Fuck Wanda.” Turning your head slightly you place harsh kisses against the soft skin of her neck causing her to throw her head back as her legs give way ever so slightly beneath her. Grinning you bite and suck on the delicate skin as Wanda’s grip has returned to your hair as tight as ever. Carefully pulling down her underwear tugging your head back slightly so she can see you “Y/N if you don’t f-”

Stopping her in her tracks you move your fingers away slightly as you push your fingers into her, grinning as you hear the strangled gasp leave her mouth. “What was that lovely?” shaking her head as a string of whimpers and groans start leaving her mouth. Her mouth ajar as she clings onto any part of you that she can as she feels your fingers moving in and out of her cunt. Raising one of her legs up with your hand as you pick up the pace of your fingers moving in and out of her as you make sure to tease her clit by running your thumb across it. “Oh fuck me…yes right there.” staring down at Wanda with her eyes and lips closed tight in an attempt to quieten her moans, you can’t help but roll your eyes at the sight in front of you.

Much to Wanda’s dismay you remove your fingers from her cunt as you decide to spin her around and place her chest down against the kitchen island bunching up the bottom of her dress above her waist as you stare at the delicate and pristine skin of her ass. Kneeling down as you place both of your hands on each of her cheeks, pulling them apart and grumbling at the sight of the wetness leaving her cunt and running down her thighs as you let go of her cheeks and watch them fall back into place. Rubbing your hands on her ass you glance up at Wanda as you see her hands and legs fidgeting awaiting your next move. “I could stay here forever staring at every inch of you but I’m sure that would lead to suspicions from your friends…as if there aren’t already suspicions so I guess that’ll have to wait for another time but for now…”

Raising her eyebrow in curiosity Wanda holds her breath as she feels your part her cheeks again after feeling various kisses and bites being placed across them both. Panting she places her head down on the countertop as she feels you spit between her cheeks moving your fingers from the top of her ass down to her centre and pushing your fingers into her intensely which moves her up onto the island more. Taking note of her biting her lip as you move your fingers in and out of her faster hearing the sound of your skin and hers hitting off each other you place your free hand in front of her as you whisper in her ear “If you think biting your lip won’t silence you enough you can place my hand over your mouth…we surely wouldn’t want certain people to hear these delectable sounds coming out of your mouth.” Whimpering and eyes rolling back to her head as you hit a specific spot Wanda grabs your hand and positions your hand over her mouth as she lets the moans escape freely from her mouth.

Manuvering and placing your thumb on her clit and rubbing it in circles simultaneously with your fingers moving in and out of Wanda you notice her hips moving in the same rhythm of your fingers as her moans start to get higher in pitch. Leaning down over her you bite the edge of her ear slightly as you whisper “You gonna come Wanda?” nodding her head in response a chuckle leaves your mouth “Maybe it’s more like do you want to come?” nodding her head vigorously she responds with a muffled “Please.” Kissing the top of her head “I’ll be nice this once.” Whining she props herself up on the island on her forearms she moves her hips in time with your movements and tilts her to the side to look back at you as she attempts to reach her high quicker.

Moving your thumb around her clit faster you knew she was about to come at any moment as her breaths got more laboured as well as her whole body tensing, you knew she was there when her mouth opened a loud scream threatening to escape her mouth. Quickly, you pulled her up against you and pressed your hand against her mouth more as both her hands reach back and cling onto you as she shudders against you. Leaning back against you with her head on your shoulder she weakly pulls your hand down from her mouth with her eyes closed smiling dazedly her breathes coming out heavy and laboured, whimpering softly as you remove your fingers from her cunt and raise them up to her mouth for her to suck. Wanda hums softly as she runs her tongue around your fingers. You bite down on your lip hard as you watch her.

Smiling you slowly rub her arm slowly until she has enough strength to stand on her own closing your eyes you press your lips against the top of her head placing multiple soft kisses on it taking a deep breath in and basking in Wanda’s scent and just simply being this close to her. Pausing your movements as you feel a slight movement from Wanda as she lets out a sigh and stretches slightly, turning around in your arms Wanda stares up at you smiling and places a quick kiss on your lips.

Pulling across your unbuttoned shirt and waistcoat she giggles slightly and murmurs “I guess we should get ourselves cleaned up and well just fix ourselves in general before we go out to that lot.” Grinning as you pat down the ends of her dress “I suppose we should.” Glancing around the kitchen you bend down and pick up Wanda’s underwear and handing it to her “I’m sure you wouldn’t want them lying around on the slim chance one of your friends walked in here.” Giving you a tight-lipped smile in thanks she places a quick kiss on your cheek as you both leave to go to your respective rooms.

//-//-//

Rocking back and forth on your feet in the hallway outside the door of the room with all of Wanda’s friends you take a deep breath in before you enter. Upon entering you glance around the room squinting acting surprised when you don’t see Wanda in there as you walk over to grab a drink sitting on one of the spare couches. Looking over at the group “Where’s Wanda how come she isn’t here?”

Smirking before anyone else can respond Rio jumps in with “I dunno, boss, I would’ve assumed she was with you and you’d know.”

Shaking your head you take a sip of your drink “No I got a last-minute frantic call to do with work that’s why I had to disappear so quickly.” Glancing around the room you see everyone nodding their heads as they go back to talking. Freezing when you hear footsteps entering the room you catch them slowing down as the person approaches two couches, when you raise your head it’s only then you realise Wanda has to decide whether she sits on the couch with Blondie or the one with you on it. In an attempt to lower the pressure on her, you look away taking another sip of your drink as you join in on whatever conversation Pietro is having.

You hold your breath as you feel the seat beside you dip down ever so slightly glimpsing at Pietro you take note of the small smirk on his face as you slowly turn your head to see Wanda sitting beside you tense and looking slightly apprehensive. Taking a deep breath you place your hand on her knee and squeeze it lightly as you whisper “I’ll get you your drink.” hearing a quiet “Thanks.” in response, you get up and start pouring Wanda’s drink taken off guard you suddenly hear Rio saying “So how’s that come down Wands?” spilling the drink and knocking over a few glasses you mutter out quickly “All good over here carry on.”

Clearing her throat “I- I’m sorry what?”

“Just wondering how you’re doing the relief must feel great.” Eyes dart to you briefly as you choke on your drink.

Placing the drink in Wanda’s hand you sit down beside her again as your eyes dart between her and Rio knowing what she was doing. “I- Rio stop it.” Raising her hand Wanda exclaims softly smirking “But because you asked I’ll have you know I’m feeling great and it was a long time coming.”

“Oh, I’m sure you- it was.” Quickly downing your drink as you look between the two of them laughing together and leaning over to high-five each other. Wanda pats your knee softly as you get up to refill your drink and turn your head to look around the room you can see everyone laughing and having a good time…well everyone except blondie he’s furious and looks like he could murder someone but as you go to turn Rio catches your eye quickly as she raises her glass sending a wink your way with a friendly smile as she goes back to talking with everybody else.

Making your way back over to Wanda to sit down, you place your arm on the back of the couch she unknowingly turns into you and leans into you slightly, leaving her hand on your leg as she continues talking to everybody else. The moody, bothered blonde boy was going completely unnoticed by her.

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Right Pack, Wrong Guy (Part 2)

I’m so happy you guys liked part 1! It and this part were the first x reader anything I’d ever written. They literally just sat in my notes app until I started this account lol

You can find part 1 here

Includes: Max as the boys’ father figure, fem reader, mates, possessiveness

The night after meeting you, Max called the boys to meet at his home. Probably to give them another lecture about getting in trouble or not hiding bodies properly. Dwayne was ready to nod his way through it like always, but the boys (Paul) couldn’t seem to let the night before go. Truthfully, he couldn’t either.

“I’m telling you man, you were all over that chick, head to toe”

Paul walked backwards into the living room, talking at Dwayne as he plopped down on the couch.

“I still don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, she didn’t smell like me. She smelled… nice”

The guys laughed, Marko speaking up next.

“I could smell you on her the minute she walked outta that alley- sure, she picked up a little Paul on the way out, but otherwise, just straight Dwayne”

Dwayne’s brow furrowed, looking over to David to be the voice of reason here. He shrugged.

“She did.”

Dwayne rolled his eyes, sitting down on Max’s couch. Something about you had him stumped. Normally he’d laugh at his brothers’ collective bullshitting and get on to the next, but not with you. He couldn’t get you out of his head- your scent (which was decidedly not his, for now), your curves, your eyes. The way you looked up at him all shy as you tried to compose yourself that night. It almost made him kind of angry to think about Paul on you like that- really, anyone but him on you like that.

Christ, what was going on? He didn’t even know you!

Max strode into his living room, having caught the tail end of the boys’ conversation.

“Dwayne- what did this girl smell like to you?”

He paused a moment, thinking of an easy, not insane way to describe the scent to his almost-father figure.

“…Sweet, warm- alive.”

Paul burst out laughing.

“oh- alive, that’s real fuckin helpful-”

Dwayne shot him a glare, his hands going up.

“Different-alive, like, energy- or touch or something, I don’t know man, but she smelled really good”

He was usually a little bit better with words than that. What the hell were you doing to him?

After a moment, Max smiled knowingly.

“In all honestly, I though Paul would be the first”

The group looked at him, confused. Paul turned to face him, leaning over the back of the couch.

“Hold on now, the first what?”

Dwayne seconded that, looking at Max with an arched brow.

“The first to find his mate”

Dwayne’s brows furrowed as looked at Max. What the hell was a “mate”? And why was Max only bringing this up now?

“His what?”

Max walked further into the room, taking a seat in a cushy arm chair.

“His mate- she smells of you to your pack mates, she’s drawn to you, and you to her, she’s your mate, Dwayne”

Dwayne was mildly stunned, trying to take in the new information when Marko interrupted, smirking.

“We have mates? Wait- is she just Dwayne’s or…”

Dwayne glared, Max laughed.

“Clearly the possessiveness is already showing, too. Yes, Marko, the girl is just Dwayne’s. His partner, his forever.”

Dwayne looked at him, slightly shaken.

“Forever? I don’t even know her. She isn’t even one of us.“

Paul looked between Marko and Dwayne, deciding to join in.

“She seemed pretty drawn to me too, maybe she’s my mate, huh Dwayne?”

Max rolled his eyes, forever unamused at the bickering of his undead sons.

“Fate works in mysterious ways. Perhaps she fell into your path first, Paul, but from what you’re all describing, she is meant for Dwayne”

Over the next week, those words kept repeating in Dwayne’s brain. You were meant for him. You didn’t know him, you didn’t know what he was, yet somehow, you were meant for him. It didn’t make sense, and he didn’t necessarily want it to. He liked his love life how it was. He liked the parties and the flirting and the hook ups. It was what he signed up for when he joined the pack. Then, suddenly, you show up smelling like him and making everyone think he was gonna settling down. He didn’t want that.

But the truth remained that he wanted you.

He wanted you enough to be walking the busy boardwalk alone, hoping to run into you.

And, having done the same, you wanted him too.

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So I decided to work on some more designs more characters in my AU starting yesterday, this being Megatronus/The Fallen and then Liege Maximo

They’ve already been here in the lore, they just didn’t have designs

I’m also not 100% on either of these designs, not just from a detail perspective, but overall. Like I wanted Megatronus to be purple, and have his head more resemble his canon designs in his Fallen state, but he really ends up just looking more like Galvatron. Like yes, he is supposed to look like Megatron, but maybe it’s too much. Or maybe I need to design Galvatron in this AU too, because he’s kind of also here (the Decepticon leader)

And with Liege, he’s predominantly based on his IDW appearance, with a couple other things, but his role is supposed to be semi-closer to his original role, and he’s a threat larger than a mere trickster. I guess when you’re a combination of official designs and most of those designs are twinks, you’ll end up a twink too, but still. Maybe he needs beefing up

And like I said, the helms. Megatronus’ looks too similar to Megatron or Galvatron I think (though the issue is again that I want to save his Fallen head for when he is The Fallen, and the heads that aren’t resemble the Decepticon logo, which he isn’t nearly as tied to here). And then Liege, I just don’t know if it looks good, it took a fair bit of tries and I’m still unsure

They aren’t horrible I don’t think (though I need to figure out the triangle shoulder anatomy), but they might need more work. I don’t know, tell me what you think about these designs

Oh and also, the Fallen design at the bottom. I meant to go full in with it, but I really don’t know how to design what I want, I’m not skilled enough. So he is left as sketch, because lining that would have been a mess as is

But a lot of his design comes from Trio/Evil Robot from Mega Man 8, since he really captures that vibe I want. I just don’t know how to use it right

I don’t know, hopefully I’ll figure something out eventually. I have to work more on breaking out of this standardization of the designs

Anyways, lore time for these guys. I think I’m gonna put it under a cut this time since I know I text wall a bit too much, we’ll see if it sticks

Okay, so starting off, I should probably mention that these two are not in the current day story, they lived and died centuries prior, and it’s been even longer since Megatronus looked like that, but they’re relevant to the lore, specifically Megatron

So starting with Megatronus, he was some sort of gladiator revolutionary, wanting a better Cybertron than the corrupt one he had lived in. I don’t really know the details of what he was fighting against, but basically he has like a modern Megs’ backstory, I’d say closest to IDW (that I know of), since this AU’s Megatron doesn’t. He was incredibly powerful, even trading out one of his arms for a powerful arm cannon to be better suited for battle (in this time weapons weren’t retractable, unlike the current day. Megatron’s arm follows the old rule for reasons and he doesn’t want people poking around his circuitry), and there was seemingly no foe he could not best

But despite what his gladiator reputation might lead you to believe, he was also a great intellectual as well, writing many poems and treatises that are still read and appreciated in the modern day (he did not trade out his writing hand). Not only this, but he was an incredibly empathetic and kind bot to those he fought for, saving his anger only for the corrupt leaders who deserved it

Unfortunately one day, the Mighty Megatronus simply disappeared, with no knowledge as to what had happened. Some assumed he died in glorious battle, some simply believed his rebellion against the ruling class finally caught up to him, some believed he may have gone into hiding, either from exile or because he had given up the cause. But regardless, without him there, the cause he strove for slowed somewhat, but his teachings and ideals remained, and eventually, the better, equal Cybertron he sought was attained. And while he did not lead the final charges to cause this, his influence on the revolution led to him still being remembered as an influential and respected figure

Sorry it’s a little vague, I really don’t know what specifically was the conflict Megatronus was fighting or what the corrupt Cybertron was about

But as for what actually happened to Megatronus? I don’t have the who yet, but someone managed to get the drop on Megatronus and capture him, and “punish” him for his actions. Megatronus was locked inside a massive armor, which ran with fire and would keep him perpetually burning, but never to the point of death, just eternal pain. And it would eventually fuse to his plating, meaning that trying to simply pull him out of the armor would kill him instead. Not only this, but his voice box was broken to he point where he can no longer speak any coherent words, only make noises, and his voice was also taken away by removing his remaining hand and replacing it with a claw, so he could no longer write either, to communicate with others

He would be locked within eternal suffering, while never being able to relay to anyone who he was, or any thoughts at all, only able to look on as bots run horrified at the terrifying monster they saw, as he would be left as nothing more than the mindless, savage gladiator the ruling class claimed him to be, with no other name given to this creature than The Fallen

Basically his life becomes pain, both figuratively and literally

Like I said, I don’t know who did this to him or specifically why, so I don’t really know what he did after this, but I do know that he eventually ends up working for Liege Maximo, mostly unwillingly, but without the strength and nearly the spirit he once had; the old him would have rather died than take any part in Liege’s schemes

So now let’s talk about Liege Maximo. While I don’t know what he is exactly, whether a warrior or a scientist (though I think he has to be able to do both), he’s definitely evil, and probably tried to either conquer or destroy Cybertron in the past

He also just so happens to be Megatron’s creator, as well as the creator of the Destron Virus that later created the Decepticons. And as for Megatronus’ involvement, Megatron was made in his image

Liege’s backstory is even more undefined than Megatronus’, but he once tried to do something bad to Cybertron, but ended up failing and presumably dying in some huge, probably lore relevant event that I think Alpha Trion was there for. The Fallen also definitely dies here, but we’ll get to that later

Megatron and the Destron Virus were key players in his ultimate plan (whatever it was), whether they were the next large phase in his plan that never came to fruition, or they were a backup should the main plan fail. But regardless, Megatron wasn’t supposed to stay locked in stasis for as long as he was, he was supposed to wreak havoc centuries prior to the current story. The virus also wasn’t supposed to make him docile either, the smoking gun here, but either Liege wasn’t as good a scientist as he thought, or he didn’t have time to iron out the bugs. But in current day, the virus has been unleashed and the Decepticon leader is following in his footsteps

I should probably mention, in case I haven’t said, the Decepticon leader is meant to be like, Megatron’s clone or something. He’s somewhere between Galvatron and BW Megatron. The main reason I’m unsure of the clone thing is that he was supposed to be made because the original Megs went AWOL, and lacks the flaw that made the virus affect him the way it did, but the issue here is: how did the clone get made in the first place? He couldn’t have created himself and Megatron wouldn’t have done it, and Liege would already be long dead. That’s why I need to think on it more

But back to Liege, let’s talk about his relationship with The Fallen

I half want to call them toxic yaoi? It might be seen like that, considering they are on some level, basically Megs’ parents, and in my head Liege has some sort of obsession with Megatronus/The Fallen, so much so that he keeps him as his attack dog essentially, and based his piece de resistance almost entirely on the former gladiator. But also, Megatronus had no say in any of the events that led him to Liege or what he does under him, and he utterly despises him, he’s just unable to do anything about him. Like if there’s yaoi, it’s entirely one sided, and LM’s absolutely emotionally and probably on some level physically abusive in this relationship (maybe not directly, but like he can control how much pain Fallen’s in)

I’m unsure if Liege was the one to turn him into this, but he does pose a strong possibility, I just don’t know if I want to go that route, seeing as how Liege is entirely separate from the corruption stuff (well he probably isn’t, but he wouldn’t be someone Megatronus knew before as an enemy of his)

But regardless of whether or not he was involved, he is one of the only people that knows the truth that The Fallen and Megatronus are the same bot. I heard once in a fanfics that Liege can read minds, and while I have no clue whether or not that’s true, screw it, he has some level of telepathy here. So he can hear The Fallen’s thoughts, the only way he has left to communicate, if only to himself, and so he’d find out the truth eventually. As the years and isolation and suffering continue, The Fallen’s thoughts probably deteriorate more in terms of cohesion and intelligence, which Liege laments, but not because he feels bad for him, and he won’t do anything about it, he’s just disappointed. Liege tends to hold one sided conversations with The Fallen, at least to anyone else that sees them, since The Fallen can only communicate in his mind

But he does hold his knowledge of this over the Fallen’s head, specifically the idea that he holds the key to any form of salvation from his torment, of someone finally knowing who he was that isn’t Liege. Liege will never give this info away, not unless it was actually beneficial in some way, and on some level The Fallen knows this, but he chooses to still hold on to the potential hope this brings of being free from his prison

The Fallen despises the villainy that Liege forces him to do, but he feels he has no choice, whether it bring him salvation, or the sweet mercy of death, and it was the latter he eventually found

Originally I was going to have it that Prima was the one who killed The Fallen, back when he was companions with Alpha Trion in my lore, and somewhere along the way they’d eventually discover The Fallen’s true identity (it might have been a mercy kill), but now that Prima’s role in the story is completely different and much farther back, I don’t think it was him anymore. But I do still think Alpha Trion knows his true identity, I’m just not entirely sure as to how. He also didn’t make this public knowledge, probably because of how Megatronus was remembered and how The Fallen was perceived in his time, as a force of pure evil, and that this wasn’t something that should stain the legacy of the great hero, especially when he himself never wanted it and knew nothing but pain from it

The Fallen was also aware of Megatron and Liege creating him, and while disturbed by the likeness to his former self, had no way to stop Liege from doing so. As for The Fallen/Megatronus’ views on Megatron himself? It depends on how articulate this version of him looking at this modern incarnation is, and when in his lifetime. Though it probably doesn’t really matter

Megatronus despises the evil he was created for and the destructive, violent nature Liege created him with, mixed with extreme disturbance at how similar Megatron looks to him. But he also knows that Megatron did not ask for any of this, it was his creator that intended him to be this way, and can’t really blame him. In the time before his death, he would have had mixed feelings on Megatron, but if he were to have lived, he would have tried to make sure Megatron could have had some amount of a decent life, and not be terminated before he ever comes online to prevent whatever plans Liege had, with the hopes that he could overcome what Liege had wanted him to be and there was some goodness in him. If he were to meet modern day Megatron? He would be absolutely delighted that the virus backfired on him so bad and gave him complete free will and compassion, and probably be extremely supportive of the bot he is now, trying to make up for his past, even if he doesn’t know the half of how significant it is to the current situation. Keeping a crucial secret from his team? Not the best decision, but it’s understandable why he doesn’t and goddamnit he’s trying at least. Pre-Fallen Megatronus would probably get along well with Megatron, though maybe be a bit more critical of his secret keeping, and wouldn’t have any of the prior context as to his situation. Also no clue why this other bot looks so similar to him and even has a name a mere 2 letters off, he’d probably question that, but Megatron wouldn’t have the answer to that either

And I think that about wraps up all the infodumping on these two? I don’t know, I have a lot to say on Megatronus

As for how they tie into the current story, Liege’s schemes are the basis for the Decepticon’s ultimate goal, but I don’t entirely know about Megatronus, outside of his connection/similarities to Megatron. I’ll have to work on that

But yeah, I think that’s about it for now. Now for sleep time

[thenamesapollo]

state of deltarune theories is so so bad cuz they all try to connect back to the theme of escapism without noticing that that theme isn't even in deltarune.

[aliusfrater]

sometimes i forget that people genuinely perceive season four sam exorcising demons w his powers as genuinely horrible, or even scale his killing the nurse in 4.22 as the worst he's ever done. on the 4.04, "use the knife!" and [proceeds to use the demon blade and angel blade for seasons upon season afterward] and drains multiple people in 5.21 and 7.15 flashback scene show

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

So, Ahti II, huh?

I've explained Ahti II's backstory a bit in the past, but there's not really... any general information on him. What he's like. So I'm talking about him now! First here’s this handy dandy information sheet I made of Ahti some time ago:

(+ Art reference)

King Ahti I (the First) formed the Kingdom of Osmeri about a millennium ago from the scattered groups of merfolk living in the Baltic Sea, and his descendants have been ruling ever since. Ahti II is the oldest child of the current queen (if barely, him and his sister are twins) and therefore he’ll be next on the throne. He’s been raised for that purpose pretty much his whole life: he’s knowledgeable in politics, history, literature and languages. Now he just has to learn what people really care about! Hence why his parents sent him and his sister off to the coast of Finland. They’re privately tutored as they navigate normal life and try to make friends.

Ahti II would indeed make for a pretty good ruler: he’s kind, he’s patient, his manners are impeccable, he’s very knowledgeable, and he wants to take absolutely everyone into consideration, although that last feature does make him more of a people pleaser… he would like everyone to be happy, but since that’s frankly impossible he takes it a bit hard and blames himself when compromises don’t satisfy everyone. Still, the role of a diplomat is a natural one for him and he slips into it very easily. He keeps his own interests and thoughts on the background and centers other people and the actually important topics first. Ahti II can handle crowds, even able to entertain and hold the attention of big ones, but prefers quieter environments and just a few people whose company to enjoy.

Ahti II’s big interests include literature and, by the heavens, FISH. He is ridiculously excited about fish! His interest was sparked by the domestic pikes his family raises and it never once has died down. He loves learning about fish and aquatic life from foreign waters and keenly eyes the fish that he can see while swimming. He’ll very enthusiastically explain everything he knows to anyone who’s willing to listen. Like stated above he’s also very enthusiastic about reading and stories, it’s how he often learned other languages as a child. He dabbles a bit in literary analysis and even writes himself, but he’s shyer about showing his poems to others. Along with writing, his other hobbies include collecting vintage animal illustrations, hiking in nature, and swimming, since now he can’t do it all the time. He likes to keep himself busy with activities!

Ahti II has a speaking quirk where he tend to exclusively use formal language, in every language he knows. In part this is because he often liked to read older books as a child, but also he just really likes speaking that way and he likes the sort of reputation it gives him. He wants people to see him as a polite and jolly person first and foremost, whom one can trust when there’s trouble. He never swears, often he exclaims “heavens” when things go badly (the “heavens” he talks about are not “the heaven” you might think of, “heaven/haven” is the common name of a species of giant sea turtle that according to legends sailors could trust to help them if their ship sunk). He might not drop the act even when he’s upset.

His favourite type of music is cheerful corporate pop music that most would find annoying. His favorite food overall is cheese and cucumber sandwiches, his favourite snack is sweet liquorice. His favourite animal is the northern pike, if you asked him what his favourite land animal is he’d say lion. His favourite flower is coltsfoot. His favourite smells are rain and saltwater.

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Help! I’ve fallen for a rarepair from a show that ended 6 years 1 month and 7 days ago!

And by rarepair I mean there is one singular fic about them where they’re not a side ship or in a collection of smut drabbles

[asterbats]

i think for the shitty scorpion family, their entire dynamic is definitely toxic (heh) but also neither dusk nor bruno is an inherently terrible person? its just that they’re a) horrible together longterm as they are and b) people who should not have had kids.

[vcrnons]

Top 5 favourite Vernon eras?

ask me my top five anything !

( @ikigaisvt asked me the same thing [ wondering about your top five vernon era 🤲-sammy <3 ] whehjgrghsdjg i love u guys. i am smushing these together just so i don't post the same thing twice <33 ) ( all of this is retroactive becauseee fml was my first svt cb so i wasn't around for any of these but i have consumed an ungodly amount of content so i can reasonably confidently make this decision )

FEAR.

home;run

don't wanna cry (look. blond vernon can just be so deeply personal, okay)

black eye

hot

[yell0wrabb1t]

no thoughts, nothing going inside my brain but henry emily, the afton kids and the mci kids (no one could ever understand how much they, on a conceptual level. Mean to me, they are all peacefully at rest and if they are not, they are still fighting and winning. idgaf about what canon will do)

[miicycle]

DUDE

The fucking way his smile dropped

His brows are then consistently FURROWED the entire time out of uncertainty

Even here, they have that worryline. v

And then

He doesn't seem to want to take his word. "It's registered under your name." His brain is NOT focused on that. He's tryna figure out the implications. He doesn't even grasp this sudden shift.

"You no longer need my grimoire"

Blitz saying "Whaaat?"- Fuck the way he says that is like he completely forgot about his job needing transport to the human realm. I percieve this more as him having come to the conclusion that Stolas is tryna get rid of him. He doesn't believe him at ALL

"You are free of me."

"Why are you giving me this?"

This man is hopeless.

Literally jumps straight to assuming he isn't good enough. Stolas doesn't want him anymore. No way. What.

He's been left behind and abandoned so much man

The rejection in his eyes like dude cannot fucking grasp that Stolas just wants Blitz to be able to live freely from the routine they had.

HE'S LIKE A DOG WHO FUCKED UP LIKE "ILL BE GOOD IM SORRY"

Punts this little piece of shit /affectionate

Off topic but HES SO DAMN PRETTY WHAT THE HELL

[writeriguess]

neemaaa

can i request a katsuki x reader where they are secretly in a relationship? they get caught making out by their friends and then get teased the whole time

Unveiled

Your heart was pounding in your chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness thrumming through your veins as you pressed yourself against Katsuki Bakugo. His lips were hot against yours, moving with a fervor that sent a shiver down your spine. One of his hands was gripping your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, while the other cradled the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, nails grazing the nape of his skin, earning a low groan from him that you felt reverberate through your entire body.

This was risky. So damn risky.

Your friends could walk in at any moment. Hell, they were supposed to be here already! But the adrenaline, the sheer thrill of sneaking around, made it impossible to care. You had been keeping your relationship with Bakugo a secret for months, slipping away in between training sessions, sneaking into each other’s rooms at odd hours, exchanging heated glances across the common area when no one was looking. It was exhilarating, having this little secret between just the two of you.

"Tch, you taste good," Bakugo muttered against your lips before diving back in, deepening the kiss. You couldn't help but melt into him, fingers tightening against his skin as you pulled him closer.

That was when it happened.

The door to the empty common room slammed open with a loud BANG.

"OH MY GOD!" Mina’s voice practically echoed through the room, followed by the distinct sound of Kaminari’s laughter and Kirishima’s deep chuckle. You barely had time to react before the two of you jerked apart, but it was too late.

You were caught.

Bakugo's face was a mix of horror and absolute rage, his entire body tensing as if he was about to explode—not figuratively, but literally. You, on the other hand, were frozen in place, eyes darting between your very smug-looking friends.

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Kaminari wheezed, clutching his stomach as he doubled over with laughter. "I THOUGHT YOU HATED EVERYONE, BAKUGO!"

"Shut the hell up!" Bakugo barked, his face turning an alarming shade of red.

Mina smirked, her arms crossed as she leaned against the doorway. "Secret relationship, huh? Oh, this is juicy. You guys have been sneaking around this whole time? How long?!"

"None of your damn business!" Bakugo snapped, but his reaction only seemed to fuel their amusement.

Kirishima grinned, slinging an arm around Bakugo’s shoulder despite the clear and present danger of being blown to smithereens. "Man, this explains so much! You've been way less of an asshole lately."

"The hell I have!"

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "Can we just pretend you guys didn't see anything?"

Mina gasped dramatically. "Oh, absolutely not. This is the best thing that's happened all week!"

"Yeah, we're never letting you live this down," Kaminari added, grinning wickedly. "So, tell me, Bakugo, how long have you been secretly making out with our dear friend here?"

Bakugo twitched, his fists clenched, and for a moment, you genuinely feared for Kaminari’s safety. "You wanna die, Dunce Face?"

"Relax, man, I think it’s kinda cute!" Kirishima piped up, and Bakugo turned his death glare toward him instead.

Mina was practically vibrating with excitement. "Oh, I can’t wait to tell the others! You know this means the whole class is going to grill you, right?"

"Don’t you dare," you warned, but it was futile.

"Oh, I dare," she teased, winking. "I give it five minutes before everyone in 1-A knows."

Bakugo groaned loudly, dragging a hand down his face. "I swear to god, I will kill all of you."

But the teasing didn't stop there. By the time the rest of your classmates found out, it was pure chaos. Sero and Kaminari wouldn't stop making exaggerated kissing noises every time you and Bakugo were in the same room. Todoroki, in his usual deadpan tone, commented, "I always assumed Bakugo was incapable of romance. This is surprising."

Momo and Iida, on the other hand, seemed genuinely happy for you both, though Iida did remind you that public displays of affection should be kept to a minimum.

It was insufferable. It was embarrassing. It was never-ending.

And yet, despite all the teasing, Bakugo still found ways to sneak you away, to press you against the walls of empty hallways, to steal quick, heated kisses when no one was looking.

"They can tease all they want," he muttered one night, his lips brushing against yours, "but that doesn't change a damn thing. You're mine."

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[clioerato]

Reverse of this post.

AU Unrealistic 90s, sorry

Eddie is like: "Well, Steve is just a really loyal ally. Really… physically loyal. And caring. I guess that's just the level of friendship a popular dude has." And Steve is genuinely convinced that they've been together for a long time and that Eddie knows.

1986:

They start hanging out. Then they hang out every day. Then they live at Steve's for a week straight.

Steve: “You can leave your stuff here, you know. Closet’s half empty.” Eddie: “Damn, you really are the most considerate straight dude I know.” Steve: “…Huh?”

1986:

They regularly sleep in the same bed. Sometimes they hold hands. Sometimes they kiss. Sometimes they kiss for a long time. Sometimes for a very long time.

Eddie (after kissing): “This is crazy. I mean, I get it, experimenting and all…” Steve: “What?” Eddie: “Nothing. I’m cool. You’re cool. We’re cool.” Steve (искренне): “Yeah. We’re the best couple I know.” Eddie: “…Couple of what, though?” Steve: “What?”

1987:

Steve gives Eddie a silver ring on a leather cord. Eddie wears it, even in the shower.

Eddie: “This is, like, a friendship ring, right?” Steve: “That’s literally a promise ring.” Eddie: “…A promise of what?” Steve: “Of us, Eddie. What the hell else would I mean?” Eddie: “Right. Us. Bros. Tight.”

1987:

Eddie: “You take care of me like we’re married.” Steve (smiling): “We might someday.” Eddie: “We might… legally non-binding kind of way.” Steve: “Eddie. We file taxes together.” Eddie: “You’re just very organized!”

1988:

Robin: “How’s your boyfriend?” Eddie: “Boyfriend? Who?” Robin: “Steve. Your literal partner in life. Your domestic co-op. The man whose shampoo you steal.” Eddie: “Steve’s not my boyfriend. We’re just… you know… post-labels.” Robin: “Eddie. You live together, you kiss. He holds your hand. He told me you're his boyfriend.” Eddie: “…He what?”

1988: Eddie: “Steve. Real question. Are we… dating?” Steve: “You’re joking, right?” Eddie: “Sorry! I didn't mean to! Maybe I misunderstood. I… I'm sorry, did I ruin everything between us?” Steve: “Eddie. We have a dog. We hosted Thanksgiving. We kiss. We have sex. You made me a Mixtape titled ‘songs that remind me of us’.” Eddie: “I thought you just needed a roommate with benefits and deep emotional intimacy?” Steve: “That’s literally a relationship.” Eddie: “…Holy shit. We’re boyfriends?” Steve: “We’ve been boyfriends for years, Munson.” Eddie: “Huh. Go figure. Guess I’m dating King Steve.” Steve: “You’re lucky I love you.”

Now that Eddie’s caught up emotionally, he’s 110% in. Possibly too in.

Eddie: “So... should we elope? Vegas? Matching rings? I’m thinking silver, with little bats engraved—” Steve (choking on his cereal): “Wait. What? Now you want to get married?” Eddie: “Well, yeah! We’re already basically married, babe.” Steve: “Don’t ‘babe’ me while talking about bat rings and eloping.” Eddie (grinning): “Too late, husband.”

*** Eddie: “So I saw this house. Big porch. Weird attic. Ghost potential’s high, but I think we can make it work.” Steve: “...Are you asking if I want to buy a house with you?” Eddie: “Well, yeah. We live together. We share a car. We kiss. A lot. I have a drawer full of your socks. I think it’s time we haunt a place jointly.” Steve: “This is how you propose real estate to me?” Eddie: “You should be grateful. The realtor loved my ‘gothic charm.’” Steve: (sighs) “We’re gonna need a mortgage... and a sage bundle.” Eddie: “You love it.” Steve: “I do.”

Grocery store, middle of the cereal aisle:

Cashier: “You want to sign up for the store discount card?” Eddie: “Yeah—uh, do I have to put my husband’s name too, or just mine?” Steve (pauses, then stares): Cashier: “...Congratulations?” Steve: tearing up immediately, holding a box of Cheerios like it’s a wedding bouquet Eddie (realizing): “Wait, you’re crying??” Steve: “You said—you said husband! In public!” Eddie: “I also said ‘Cheerios,’ are we crying about those too?” Steve: “Shut up.” Eddie (gently): “I meant it.” Steve: “I know. That’s why I’m crying.”

Later that night, in their definitely haunted new house: Eddie (quietly, as they’re brushing their teeth): “You know I really do want to marry you, right?” Steve (mouth full of toothpaste): “Mhm.” Eddie: “Not just for grocery discounts.” Steve (spitting): “I love you.” Eddie: “I love you too, husband.”

[xcziel]

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