#i cried so hard from laughing in the first 90 seconds

[lerr-writes-fic]

Tag game!

Tagged by @nicolasadrabbles and @r0gueispunk several weeks/months ago!

Rules: Share 10 facts about yourself and tag 10 other blogs! ((surprise surprise, i'm not tagging anyone))

i deleted the tumblr app from my phone in April and promptly forgot about it for 2.5 months... but i'm back now!!

in the time i was away, i turned 30!

and i was poisoned from toxic fume exposure. ((bathtub resurfacing is very dangerous - even if it was your neighbor's bathtub that was resurfaced))

i have a hard time watching hawaii five-0, a show that i dearly love, bc i enjoy it too much and get embarrassed.

my life has become playing tears of the kingdom

i was strictly a PC gamer until i played breath of the wild in 2017. that game has changed my life ever since.

i miss my ps5. it's packed up for the next few weeks bc i'm moving out of the apartment that poisoned me. can't want to see My Man Witcher 3 Geralt <3

i've been vegetarian for 14 years. i just woke up one day and decided i was gonna be vegetarian. and here we are... 14 years later. i dont really have an end goal/date in sight. first it was a year, and then 2, then 5, then 10. I'm excited to cross the "being vegetarian for half of my life" in a few years!

i have Too Many copies of Top Gun on VHS due to a running bit/life commitment to preserving the most important movie/VHS tape that led to streaming services. i'll let you guess how many i have.

i saw Top Gun: Maverick 18 times in theaters. What a picture.

[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ everybody talks!

"it started with a whisper, and that was when i kissed her!" —neon trees

note: fun fact this was supposed to be titled friends by chase atlantic but then i started going for a cliche hs romance vibe cause i went and listened to a 90s playlist um ANYWAYS @hopelesslyromanticshark HEYYY TWIN SURPRISE MAYBE?? IT WAS ME ALL ALONG 😈😈 ps this doubles as my apology for the pronunciation confusion FORGET I EVER STARTED THAT

content: leo valdez x reader, childhood best friends to lovers, mortal au; oneshot, 4.3k words

warnings: jealousy, little bit of angst (typical teenage drama 🙄), like one mention of not wanting to live, cursing, google translated spanish, lots of pov switches (my bad 😓), vague spoilers for the ballad of songbirds and snakes (like two lines abt it), clumsy confessions, denial (is it really denial if you just suck at feelings??)

"that was supposed to be my ice cream!" you marched up to a curly-headed boy, face scrunched up in childish anger. your parents were too busy catching up with friends to notice that you had strayed off.

said curly-headed boy turned to the sound of a shrill voice, his eyes meeting a pouty face with cheeks red in the summer heat. he raised the cone in his hand a bit higher. "this one?"

you nodded eagerly, hoping he was going to give it to you. "yeah!" you stretched out your hand to grab it from him, but the boy pulled it away at the last second.

he smiled mischievously, dimples flashing as he stuck his tongue out and licked a stripe up the stacked swirls of ice cream. "too bad!"

you gasped at the utter audacity of the other child, your bottom lip starting to tremble. one sniffle. two. soon, you were downright bawling on the sidewalk. the boy’s jaw dropped, his feet taking panicked little steps in place as he looked around.

"hey! hey, you can't cry! i'll ask my mama to buy you one!" he squeaked, trying to comfort you. he patted your back, which was quite hard to do with him bouncing around and holding an ice cream cone.

your sobs were quickly reduced into a sniffle as you blinked at him. "..really? and you're not gonna steal it this time?"

he nodded enthusiastically. "yep! i mean, no! i won't steal it!" he took your hand and ran to his mom, dragging you along.

you ran behind him, your tears replaced with excitement at the newly promised ice cream.

"mama!" the boy called out, stopping in front of a kind-looking woman who looked just like him. "meet my new friend!"

you smiled a bit shyly at the lady, giving her a wave.

she returned the gesture with a smile of her own, before facing the boy with a slight frown. "leo! sus padres podrían estar buscándola! did you ask her parents if she was allowed to go with you?" she chided, pinching his ear lightly.

leo cried out as his mother pinched his ear, even though he barely felt it. "no..! but le debo un helado!" he whined, shaking your interlocked hands for effect. "can you buy her one mama? pleaseee?"

she sighed in defeat, giving into two pairs of puppy eyes. "alright, alright. but we find her parents first, okay? what's your name?" she gave you a little wink, taking your other hand.

"i'm y/n!" you said with a bright smile as she agreed to get you a new ice cream. "my mommy and daddy are over there!" you pointed to a spot not too far from where you stood.

leo's mom nodded, leading your little trio in the direction you said. soon enough, you were reunited with your parents, who gave you a gentle scolding and thanked her. she explained the situation between you and leo, at which all the parents laughed at, much to your confusion. what was so funny about getting your (well, not exactly yours but you had your eyes on it, so, it was technically yours) ice cream stolen?

whatever, at least you got it at the end of the day—and a new friend!

ever since then, the two of you stuck together like glue. if elementary school teachers tried to separate you? either of you would throw a hissy fit. if your high school teachers tried to separate you? either of you would make up some elaborate bullshit about how well you guys work together and how productive the two of you would be (you were sure they never believed it, but they paired up the both of you anyway).

"like i know she probably didn’t get enough love as a child or something but does she have to take it out on her students? why even be a teacher?” you waved your hand in the air, the mess of papers on the desk long forgotten.

"exactly, like she really needs therapy." leo took his bite-ridden pencil out of his mouth to add a point.

"totally,” you agreed. “too bad it’s so expensive, otherwise-“

a cough behind you made you and leo turn around, already dreading the punishment about to befall you. you smile sheepishly at your history teacher, who had her arms crossed. "another word and i'll send you two to detention, you hear?"

the both of you shut your mouths and nodded in sync, waiting until she turned around to whisper. "she's feeling merciful today."

"detention!"

guess not.

you slumped against the desk, resting your head against your arms and sighed loudly. the teacher in charge of detention for the day gave you a glare, turning the page to his boring book about finance or something. you rolled your eyes once he looked away, and looked up at the clock. five more minutes.

you tapped a message on the desk, the morse code leo forced you to learn coming in handy once again. i'm so bored.

leo's head perked up from the similar slouch he was in. me too.

i'm coming over. you rapped your finger against the smooth wood. you were hungry just thinking about him and his mom's tacos. if you didn't know how much leo wanted to be a mechanic, you'd probably beg him to open a restaurant.

a little forward aren't you? he drummed his fingers back, raising his eyebrow.

just as you were about to reply, you were cut off with a "shh!" from the teacher, who then looked at his watch. he gave it a scowl, but motioned for the two of you to leave. "you're free to go."

the two of you raced to the door, eager to get out of the stuffy classroom.

"oh my gosh i thought he was never gonna let us leave!" you groaned, tugging on your backpack straps as you walked home with leo.

"i know! can't believe he wasted our precious hanging out time like that!" leo scoffed, nudging you with his shoulder.

you laughed, shoving him back. "exactly!"

the two of you walked in peaceful silence, up until leo tapped you on the shoulder and shouted, "tag, you're it!" and ran off ahead.

who runs with a backpack on? you didn't care, chasing after him and trying to get him. "not fair!" you yelled.

sprinting all the way, you made it to his house, panting and out of breath. as he leaned against the doorway, you smacked him upside the head. "you're it."

you didn't want to spend your friday afternoon doing extra work, but leo wanted the help and who were you to deny him? you knew it'd probably end up with the two of you on the couch, curled up next to each other and watching a (usually) pirated movie.

"so," leo started. you two were sprawled on your stomachs, doing homework on his wooden floor.

"what is it now?" you exhaled with exaggeration, not looking up from your book. your english teacher had said to read two chapters, but was that really enough? you were too invested, completely forgetting that you were supposed to help him analyze it.

"..wanna take a break?" he was already getting to his feet, looking down at you with a cheeky glint in his eyes.

you pretended to think. "hm, i don't know... shakespeare's getting really interesting..." you shrugged and turned back to your book.

leo pouted. "seriously!? he just spews random bullshit and everyone thinks its poetic!"

you kicked his foot, not letting the insult slide. "you know what? now i'm really not gonna take a break."

"oh come on! if i make you birria tacos will you come with me? my mom's been simmering the meat since earlier," he bargained, waggling his eyebrows.

"..maybe."

"holy shit." you moaned in bliss as you took a bite of one of the tacos leo had so kindly prepared. he chuckled at your reaction, it was the same every time he made it.

he grinned proudly, taking his plate from the coffee table and setting it on his lap. "good, right?" he switched on the tv, resting his other arm on the back of the couch.

you let out an unintelligible noise of agreement, mouth stuffed. you swallowed. "can we watch the new hunger games movie?"

he hummed, taking out his laptop and searching for it on some illegal website. "again? we already watched it in the theaters."

you rolled your eyes. "yes, again. it's my turn to pick."

his lips quirked up the slightest. "yeah, yeah." he clicked on the movie, connected his laptop to the tv and pressed play.

the two of you were watching intently as coriolanus snow kissed lucy gray like a starved man.

"goddamn," you breathed out.

"i know." leo nodded, his eyes flicking to you for a moment. your legs were folded under the blanket you guys shared. during the duration of the movie, the two of you had somehow huddled closer together, probably due to the cold, he thought. his arm was now over your shoulder, your knees touching his.

he felt something stir in his heart. maybe it was the kissing scene, maybe it was the underlying feeling of sadness that came with winter, but god did he suddenly get overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting a girlfriend. he'd probably flirt with every girl in the world if it meant he could find true love. he suddenly felt hyper-aware of the way you were nestled in his arms, of the casual way you two touched each other. leo would love to do these things in a romantic sense. but, not with you, of course. i mean, you were his bestest friend, it'd be weird to think otherwise.

your heart fluttered wildly as you played it cool, not letting the way his legs were intwined with yours affect you. you didn't know exactly when you started feeling this way, all you knew was that something about his touch never failed to send you sparks of fire.

but fire burns.

you heard leo suck in a breath. "you know your friend alicia?"

you froze, the butterflies in your stomach turning into ash. "yeah, she's my friend, 'course i'd know her."

"great, so you wouldn't mind setting me up with her, right?" he winked at you, tugging at the ends of your hair.

you bit your tongue, mood dampening. why did he always have to ruin the moment by asking about some other girl? i mean, am i not enough or something? "..i'll think about it."

he frowned. usually you'd agree right away. "is that a yes?"

"i told you i'd think about it, now can we just watch?" you turned back to the tv, eyes looking but not seeing.

leo didn't seem to get the hint, still pushing the topic. "why think? it's not like you haven't done it before! are you really not gonna help your best friend out?"

"maybe i'm really not," you said sarcastically. it was getting more and more difficult to keep the irritation from your voice, and he was already starting to notice.

"whoa, okay, what're you so mad about?" he took his arm off your shoulder, turning to face you directly. "did i say something wrong?"

"nope."

he took your sardonic tone as your usual sarcasm and kept prodding. "okay... so you'll help me then? i mean, that's all you're for! you don't wanna be my best friend and do your job?" he laughed, poking fun at you like usual. but the feeling in your gut twisted his offhand comment in a way that hurt.

"if you're just gonna keep me around to set you up with a bunch of girls then maybe i don't want to be your friend anymore!" you snapped, agitation finally breaking the thin mask of patience you had.

leo set down his empty plate on the table, needing to give his hands something to do. "i was just- you know that's not why you're my friend!" he chuckled incredulously.

you stayed silent, letting his words dissolve in the air.

his eyebrows furrowed at your lack of response, as if trying to decipher the finality of your words. "you don't.. you don't mean that do you?"

"maybe i do." you stood up, the blanket falling off your legs. you grabbed your backpack, a reminder of what you guys were supposed to be working on.

leo quickly followed suit, springing to his feet and speeding after you as you walked towards the front door. "wait! i was just kidding! c'mon we can talk about this!" a hint of desperation seeped into his voice as he grabbed your wrist.

"we already did." you shot him a glare over your shoulder. he froze. he'd never seen that aimed at him. playful irritation, sure, but never that. not to him. his hand dropped your arm in shock, and you took your leave.

"i said, are you trying to kill me!?" the tv was still on.

the walk to school was quiet without leo, that you'd admit. you even got up a half hour early just so you wouldn't see him. yeah, it was a little petty, but you weren't exaggerating in your words. he had other friends, you had other friends—you're choosing to ignore the fact that half of them were mutual—you guys would be fine without each other. especially you.

except you forgot the fact that you guys were seated next to each other for nearly all your classes. that was awkward. everyone around you sensed the tension in the air, with you pointedly looking away from leo, at the board, and him trying to do the same. you could feel his leg shake the table as he bounced his knee, as well as the side glances he gave you.

even so, you continued to ignore him and the stupidly cute way his lips pursed into a frown. you weren't getting over it that easy.

leo fucked up. like, seriously fucked up. he hasn't fucked up this bad since.. well, since his invention quite literally blew up in his face. but this? this was like your friendship figuratively blew up in his face! and it felt even worse. he took a deep breath, rolling over in his bed with his blanket half-off. he brought the fabric up to his nose, inhaling the faint scent of your perfume that had stayed since last friday. without you, his thoughts felt louder than usual. they ran free in his mind, ranging from what should i eat for dinner? to god, did i mess up our whole friendship? was i taking her for granted when i kept asking her for relationship advice? why did i even do that? i didn't even really like any of those girls. what's wrong with me?

he curled up into a ball, squeezing the blanket to his chest and burying his face in it. leo willed himself to cry, but no tears would come. the overwhelming feeling in his chest had no way to escape. his heart thumped heavily, each painful beat reminding him of why he should've never been allowed to live.

"...and that's why you should- hey! are you even listening?" piper frowned, raising an eyebrow at leo, who was picking at his food.

he didn't answer, too busy moving the gross cafeteria food around his tray as he drooped against the table.

"okay, i know that you've got your little lover's quarrel with y/n, but you've gotta stop sulking and start doing." piper crossed her arms, eyeing him with a very unimpressed look. "did you seriously not hear a word i said? talk to her! apologize! it's been a week already!"

leo groaned, his head resting in his arms. “i know! and- wait did you just say ‘lover’s quarrel!?’” his head shot up, face feeling warm all of a sudden. “pipes, she’s just a friend! like you!”

piper gave him a disbelieving hum. “‘just a friend’ my ass! everyone can see how you look at her!” that’s why all the girls you make her set you up with never go on a second date.

leo genuinely looked confused. “what? i look at her normally, what are you talking about?”

jason, who was silent throughout the whole exchange, chortled a laugh. the two whipped their heads to him, the sudden noise from him surprising. "are you serious? leo, i don't think even i'm that oblivious!" he shared a look with piper that only the two would understand. ugh. another couple thing leo feels he'll never get.

leo's eye twitched. "oblivious about what? y/n's my best friend, i don't see what's so weird about that!"

the pair sighed. "you'll get it one day," jason said firmly, clapping him on the shoulder with solemn resolution.

"okay..?"

a whole week. leo had never gone without talking to you for a whole week! this was driving him insane! yeah, he knew you were mad at him and by default, he was supposed to be mad at you, but it was too much! next period, leo thought resolutely. i'll get her to talk to me next period. which just so happened to be his last period because although he had been thinking of this the whole day, he was too nervous to confront you earlier. he took a deep breath in and walked into chemistry class.

fate must hate him. or maybe his science teacher. right when when he slipped into his seat beside you, she clasped her hands together and cleared her throat. "class! today were going to be switching seats!" leo swore he saw her look at him as he said that. what did he ever do to her!? his heart sunk as he realized he might not sit next to you anymore. surely the teacher's gonna keep us together? i mean, they've all done that since like, the start of the year! she won't be any different.. right?

oh he was so wrong. leo pouted in his spot at the back of the class, watching you from across the room as you chatted it up with some jock. why is she being so smiley!? isn't she supposed to be mad? i mean, yeah, she's only mad at me, but doesn't that mean she's supposed to be grumpy in general!? why am i the only one who looks affected by this!?

the girl next to him cleared her throat, snapping him out of his thoughts. "uh, we need to start the experiment," she said without emotion, as if the mere action of talking to him was boring. seriously, why did everyone hate him today? it's not like they know anything that happened!

"oh.. right." leo took his notebook out and set it to the side, moving the vials to the center of the desk. he felt the girl's stare dig into his side, like she was looking at him with disdain. leo sighed. this was going to be a long period.

how did leo even end up here? parties weren't really his thing. he only came because he heard that you'd be here, but you were nowhere to be seen. leo leaned against a wall, trying not to look like a complete loser as he stood by himself. he took out his phone, navigating to his trusty weather app. where were you? if not you, then jason and piper? even percy or annabeth would do! they're probably each hooking up in a bathroom or something.. he thought with a grimace, trying to get the mental picture out of his head. leo wandered around with a cup of fanta, hoping to see you in the crowd.

you sipped from your red solo cup, the bubbly taste of soda delightfully stinging your tongue. this party's kinda boring... it'd be more fun with- you cut off your thoughts with a shake of your head. whatever. you had girl friends you could hang out with. as you made your way to them, a tap on your shoulder got your attention.. is it..? you turned around. it wasn't. you ignored the feeling in your stomach and smiled at the familiar—but not familiar enough—face of your new seatmate.

"oh hey! i didn't know you were coming!" you greeted with a smile.

he laughed, raising his eyebrow. "you think i'd miss this? i mean, look at me!" he gestured to himself quite vainly. "i throw these kinds of parties!"

you chuckled, nodding along to be polite. "uh, yeah, for sure!"

the both of you fell into an awkward silence that seemed to stretch out for forever.

leo spotted you across the room, the chatter around him seeming to die down as he saw you with that guy. i mean, seriously, he wasn't even your type! and, he'd know your type! like, weren't you guys just talking shit about jason's football friends? you could do so much better. like.. like me. leo's eyes widened. holy fuck. that's it! the feeling in his chest was akin to tightening the last screw of his project. the words his two friends had said to him earlier came rushing back with sudden clarity. they day he finally got it was sooner than expected. with a determined blaze in his heart, he slipped through the crowd and made his way to you.

you took the lull in your conversation as a sign to go to your other friends. "so, i'm gonna-"

"hey, i was going to-" he started.

the both of you stopped mid-sentence after speaking at the same time. you guys laughed it off, with you waving off his muttered apology.

"you can go first," you said, dipping your head at him to continue.

he cleared his throat, looking into your eyes intently. "well, i was wondering if you'd wanna go ou-"

"y/n!" leo strode up to you as if the fight between the two of you had never happened.

your face scrunched up in confusion, too perplexed to remember that you were supposed to be ignoring him. "leo? what are you-" he cut you off, directing his words to the other guy.

"hey, sorry if i interrupted something, but i gotta talk to y/n for a sec," leo flashed his teeth, mischievous dimples showing.

the jock's eyes widened as he took a step back. "oh.. oh, my bad man! i didn't think you guys were- are you really?" he laughed with obvious embarrassment, shaking his head as he retreated. "guess so.." he muttered under his breath as he faded into the crowd.

leo's hand slipped around your waist as he weaved the both of you in between people. his jaw was clenched, a sight you've only seen when he was concentrated on one of his many inventions. "what the hell are you doing?" you repeated your question, ignoring the way his touch sent familiar sparks down your spine. you shied away from it, half to push away your feelings and the other to keep up your fight out of pure pettiness.

his hand twitched as you moved away, his eyes narrowing as he stared straight ahead. but leo made no move to grab you again, ever the gentleman. "just come with me. please."

his tone itself was enough to make you listen to him without question. never had you seen him so.. serious. you found yourselves in an empty guest room, music thumping softly behind the walls.

"y/n," leo murmured, finally speaking as he turned around. his eyes were shifty, looking everywhere but directly into yours. you could see the way he chewed on the inside of his lip, as if rehearsing the words he had yet to say.

"i- i don't want you to talk to that guy." he blurted out after a beat of silence. his cute face wasn't enough to distract you from his words, however.

"excuse me?" you stared at him, your rose-tinted glasses shattering immediately.

leo shifted on his feet, realizing how off-putting he sounded. "not- not like that! sorry, i mean like-" he swallowed thickly, his leg starting to bounce.

"fuck i really suck at this, huh?" he muttered under his breath, before daring to look into your eyes.

"i mean i want you to talk to me instead because.. i like you. i want to be the one you talk to, like we used to. but- more than that because i like like you." he fumbled over his words, trailing off at the end as his eyes dipped down once again.

what? you opened your mouth to answer but he beat you to it to continue.

"i'm really sorry for how i acted like a jerk. and taking you for granted and making you set me up with practically every girl you knew. to tell you the truth, i don't know why i did that, 'cause i never really like any of 'em. or i thought i did and then i just, didn't and-" he would've rambled on forever if you hadn't cut him off with a kiss.

you heard him squeak in the back of his throat, hands tensing at his sides before gingerly wrapping around your waist, as if he was scared of messing up again. the both of you pulled away after a soft minute, his disbelieving eyes staring back at your playful expression. boy, did he miss the way you looked at him like that.

"took you long enough." you laughed, hitting his shoulder lightly. "better not make me set you up with anyone ever again."

his face broke into a wide grin, never faltering even as you punched him. he brought you back into his arms, hugging you tightly. "the only person i'd want to be set up with is you." he drew back only slightly, his hands trailing up your body until he cupped your face, squishing your cheeks gently. "so? will you let me take you on a date?"

your smile was one that rivaled the sun, one he'd like to center his world around forever. "are you kidding? obviously!"

the kiss he gave you after was one you'd remember forever.

("twenty bucks jason, pay up!" piper whispered, peering through the crack in the door.

"..fuck.")

[kimbappykidding]

You'd just come out of a 4-year relationship with Seventeen's Vernon and were understandably a little out of it. You understood the breakup and it had been a mutual agreement but that didn't makeyou feel any better. The only good thing was your company was being absorbed by Hybe meaning your group Fromis_9 was transfering labels and so there was a lot of change to distract you. You were in the car on your way to your first visit with the CEO when your leader Saerom squeezed your hand. She knew things had been hard for you lately and was the perfect balance of being supportive but also not drawing attention to your situation. You gave her a small nod telling her you were fine when you saw the building appear behind her and your jaw dropped. The Hybe building was so much fancier than anything you were used to! You all walked through the door staring at the ceiling and were so impressed. Your car had pulled up to an underground car park and then you'd been waved through security into their interior reception straight away with smiles and nods from the guards. The receptionist was lovely and knew you all by name. Everyone seemed so friendly so you didn't feel out of place asking where the bathroom was. The receptionist told you and you made your way there but when you came back out couldn't recall how you got here. You followed one corridor but ended up somewhere different and looked around confused. You were about to head back the way you'd come when the door opened and a person hurried through crashing into you. "Oh my god I am so sorry!" the person cried and when he looked up you realised you recognised him. 

It was TxT's Beomgyu.

He seemed to recognise you as his eyes widened and he looked around "oh you're Y/n from Fromis_9 right?". You nodded "yeah we're here for our induction but I went to the bathroom and got lost". Beomgyu laughed "seriously? How did you end up over here? The bathroom is right by reception". You looked down embarrassed but Beomgyu started laughing again and his laugh was so goofy it made you smile. "I don't know" you admitted and Beomgyu beamed at you "that's hilarious and actually a little impressive. Let me show you the way". "So what do you think of the building so far?" Beomgyu asked as you walked together and you paused debating an answer when he replied "huge right?". You smiled nodding and Beomgyu started telling you about his first time here. You'd been struggling to speak to people lately and liked how Beomgyu took control of the conversation without making it all about him. He was clearly a natural with people and put you at ease. "Yeah so I drove around for 15 minutes because I thought this was an army base or something and my manager was so mad" Beomgyu finished and you smiled "see at least I wasn't that bad, I got through the door" and Beomgyu burst into laughter. "You're totally right, I'm a little more of a mess than you". You half gasped half laughed when he called you a mess and Beomgyu smirked "what I never said being a mess was a bad thing! I'm a mess 90% of the time and it's so much fun, it'd be nice to have another hot mess around". You looked down unsure if he was calling you hot or a mess or both but shrugged "well I guess if I meet the criteria I'll take it" and Beomgyu cheered "yay welcome to the club!" and held out a hand to you. You looked down before realising he wanted you to shake it and you did just that. Beomgyu smiled once again and then opened his arms "and here we are!" he said coming around a corner where all your members were waiting. You were horrified to see several members of staff were around and even the CEO who had come downstairs to meet you, were all clearly searching for you. However the second the CEO saw you with Beomgyu he smiled "Beomgyu what a relief, did you find our lost lamb?". "Sir yes sir!" Beomgyu said saluting him and you laughed at his goofiness. "Good boy" the CEO said patting him on the back "see how polite our idols are ladies? Y/n I trust Beomgyu was a perfect tour guide?". You nodded "yes he was very nice" and Beomgyu smiled at you "thanks Y/n, now if you'll excuse me I told Yeonjun I'd be 2 seconds and that was 5 minutes ago". Beomgyu bowed to everyone but made a special effort of saying goodbye to you and then left. That interaction immediately put you in a good mood and you took it as a sign this merge was going to be good for you and your members thought so too. You'd totally clammed up since your breakup and even with acquaintances you struggled to keep a conversation going...but when they saw you with Beomgyu they were reminded of the proper Y/n. You looked comfortable and were clearly amused by whatever he was saying. Beomgyu seemed lovely and they were so happy out of everyone you could've bumped into, you met a wonderful social butterfly like him. They noticed the spring in your step after that interaction and hoped there would be many more. Which there were because Beomgyu loved making friends and he bragged to all his members he'd made a new one. They totally didn't believe him so when he saw you later that week in the cafe he gasped and called out your name. He rushed over to you and you worried something had happened by his urgency. "Y/n you have to help me!" he said and you were immediately on alert "what's up?". "They don't believe we're friends" Beomgyu said "they said someone as pretty as you could never be friends with someone as ugly as me!" he said pouting. You looked behind him to see his members had followed him over and heard all of that. Yeonjun beside him rolled his eyes before looking at you "hi Y/n it's lovely to meet you, we totally didn't say that. We just doubted Beomgyu knew you". "But we can clearly see he does" Soobin nodded but Taehyun shrugged "that or he just ran up to her randomly and she's too nice to say no". Yeonjun nodded "he has done that before" and you turned to Beomgyu "you have?". "In my defence, she looked like someone I knew and I got them mixed up. I really don't get why she pretended she knew me" Beomgyu said and you nodded, that story making more sense. "Well we do know each other. See I got lost on my first day here and Beomgyu helped me get back". "A gallant hero some might even say" Beomgyu added when Taehyun replied "but she didn't". Beomgyu gasped "Y/n I was gallant wasn't I?". You nodded "yeah you were really helpful and friendly". He shot Taehyun a "there" look and then noticed you were ordering coffee "oh what are you getting?". You told him and he nodded "that sounds good, I'll have one too" he told the barista and then reached for his wallet "don't worry I'll get this". You went to protest but he shook his head "we've been told to be welcoming and I think buying you your morning coffee is a great first step to achieving that". You were going to argue when Yeonjun cried "aww thanks Beomgyu!" and all the other members put their coffee order on his card too". You felt bad but Beomgyu assured you it was fine and proudly handed you your coffee when it was ready. "I'm really sorry but I have to go" you said and Beomgyu shook his head "no don't be silly go! Don't be a stranger, come to our floor anytime!". You told him you would even though you didn't think you'd have the confidence to but returned to practice with a big smile on your face. It was safe to say your first month at your new company had gone well but you thought that was likely to change considering your ex was also moving to the same building. You and Vernon had been together since you were trainees which was sweet but it all felt a little pre-destined. You were the youngest in your group and Vernon the second youngest in his group but were born only days apart. Because of this, the staff used to tease you two from the very first day you started. You were paired up because you looked cute and they'd jokingly say neither of you was allowed to date anyone except each other. They obviously weren't being serious but made their preference clear from day one and that put the idea in your head. Being told you'd be good with another person often enough makes you believe it and the two of you ended up together. However, despite your whole company's support it wasn't meant to be and things ended. You were in the same company which made it awkward but not overly because you both trained at different buildings. However, now you'd both be in the same building meaning you might bump into each other often and Seventeen were coming today. Your group has been sent first as the guinea pigs for 2 reasons. 1. You were less popular so it mattered less and 2. As a girl group, you were taken less seriously than a male group because sexism! So they'd tried your group and when they'd seen it was successful, brought forth Seventeen. Apparently, they were going to be two floors below you and you made sure to arrive early so there was no way you'd bump into each other. You felt safe on your floor and didn't venture from it all day. However, that wasn't something you could do all the time and you bumped into Seventeen a week later. You were in the cafe when you heard loud voices and turned to see Dk, Mingyu and Scoups come in. You were sat down and had no idea what to do. They hadn't spotted you yet so you looked down pretending you hadn't seen them and tried to be invisible. But you suddenly heard them go quitter and risked a glance up to see them watching you. They looked away pretending they hadn't been but you'd caught them. Seeing as they'd already seen you, you decided to leave and as you passed they smiled and bowed. You did the same and rushed back to your floor. The girls knew without asking why you looked so shocked. There was only one thing that made you that way and it was Vernon. The girls had seen the problems from the start but tried to be supportive. The two of you were just too...different yet similar for it to work. You were both chill introverts who liked to do your own thing so matched in that way. However, you liked reassurance and communication whereas those things didn't come naturally to Vernon and that's where your relationship fell apart. It wasn't anyone's fault. You just both had different ideas of what a relationship should be and those ideas didn't match. So you broke up but you couldn't help but take it personally. Were you too sensitive and clingy? Even though you'd parted ways mutually Vernon started the conversation so in your eyes you were dumped and Vernon didn't like you. That's why you were so downcast and were avoiding seeing him so much but when you finally saw Vernon you had an audience. You often bumped into TxT around the building as they were a floor down from you and you enjoyed it because they were always so welcoming. One week your bathrooms were being re-done and you had to use the ones on the TxT floor. You loved it because it meant seeing the guys more and now you felt comfortable and familiar with them all. You often finished at the same time as them on purpose and today was no different. You were waiting for the lift with TxT, excited to be going home. They were laughing and joking with you and you felt comfortable with all of them due to Beomgyu. He always came over when he saw you and the members would come too and chat. They now all came over whenever they saw you so you were officially friends with them all. So you were on your way to after-work drinks when the elevator opened and who was it but Seventeen. 

You didn't notice them at first because Yeonjun was complimenting your jacket while Beomgyu claimed his was better. The two of you were competing, arms outstretched and you only realised something was up because you felt the mood dip and looked up to see Vernon. All of Seventeen froze and looked at him. He looked at you and then looked down. You looked away embarrassed and Beomgyu intervened. "We'll wait for the next one" he said and the boys nodded. Your eyes were on the floor but the second the doors closed Beomgyu cracked a joke and had everyone laughing again. The way he immediately made you feel better was the start of your crush on him. You loved how infectiously happy he was and realised he made you feel pretty damn good! Which was all you can ask for really.  

You bumped into the other Seventeen members more around the building and it did get less awkward. You were now at the stage of nodding to one another. A sign of acknowledgement but also not intimate enough to require conversation. You still got nervous when you saw them but it was no longer debilitating. You and Vernon avoided one another and you were nowhere near the nodding stage but you didn't mind. 12/13 was fine and how many people were on friendly terms with their exs? So you were content with your new life but your crush on Beomgyu was nagging you slightly. You didn't want to have a crush on him because you were sure he wouldn't return your feelings. Plus you were much too fragile for a relationship but Beomgyu just felt safe and when things went wrong he was quickly becoming your go-to.   You had a new comeback and were working on the vocals. You'd been putting in a lot of time to try and get them right and didn't realise how late it was until you left your practice room. You'd purposefully chosen the small one hidden at the end of the corridor so you wouldn't bother anyone but the opposite seemed to have happened...nobody could find you. You couldn’t find any of your members and a staff member told you they’d left. Apparently they’d searched for you but when they couldn’t find you figured you'd gone home early and had left. You checked your phone to see many missed calls and texts proving the story. This meant the car was gone and it was dark outside. You didn't mind the half an hour walk home, just you had to walk past a football stadium and that never felt safe. The men were either drunk and in a bad mood because they lost or drunk and giddy because they'd won. Either way, you didn't feel comfortable around them so you began debating who at the company you could call for help and one name came to your mind straight away. Beomgyu.

So you went downstairs to their floor and were relieved to see TxT were still here. They were in a studio but just seemed to be talking so you knocked and were waved inside. "Y/n?" Beomgyu asked and you nodded coming into the room more "Hi, sorry to interrupt but you mentioned a while ago I could come here if I needed anything". Beomgyu nodded immediately becoming serious and came over to you "of course, are you okay?". You nodded "I'm fine, I just wondered if you walk home? The car left without me by mistake, I was working on some lines on one of the solo booths and the others thought I'd left. It's not far only a 20-minute walk max but it's gotten dark and I have to pass the stadium on the way...so I was wondering if you or anyone walks that way and would let me tag along?". Beomgyu nodded "yeah of course! I pass the stadium so we can walk together". "Really?" you asked "that's so great thank you so much". Beomgyu winked playfully "don't sweat it, we just have to run through this number one more time so how about you chill in the corner, we shouldn't be too much longer". You nodded "yeah take as long as you want and thanks again". Beomgyu smiled at you before rushing back to formation. He nodded to the guys saying it was sorted and none of them batted an eyelid when you took a seat. The staff started the music and you felt rather excited to be witnessing their performance. TxT always looked so professional on stage and you couldn't wait to see what they were like behind the scenes. Your favourite song was blue hour because you loved how happy and playful it was...their new comeback was completely different and you had no idea. The song started and you jumped at how loud it was and how quickly the beat started. The song wasted no time and the boys jumped into the choreography quickly. The concept was a hot bad boy vibe and they pulled it off so well....especially Beomgyu which surprised you. He was always so joyful and funny it amazed you that he was now so, well hot. You found your eyes glued to him, your stomach fluttering at the smirk on his face while he delivered his lines and executed the moves effortlessly. He was so cool and had an amazing body. How had you overlooked this? You supposed after your breakup you weren't on the lookout for hotties but still, this was a pretty big oversight. The song ended and the staff all applauded with you joining in. Beomgu noticed and suddenly a big grin was on his face "you enjoyed it Y/n?". "You were so cool" you breathed and the guys all laughed. "Thank you" Huening Kai said smiling proudly and you nodded "the choreo was so great, I'd love to be as good a dancer as you guys". Beomgyu grinned "ah come on I've seen you dance you're good". You shook your head "I can get through the choreo but I don't have to passion you guys had! You jumped up so high in the air and gave it so much heart". Beomgyu smiled "I am so getting you to learn this choreo to see it's not that hard". Soobin nodded "you can but not tonight, the staff want to go home". Beomgyu nodded "of course, I'll grab my stuff and we can go". Beomgyu led you to their break room and he gathered his coat before turning to you "let's go!". You both wore low hats and scarves to hide your face so you wouldn't be photographed together but as you headed away from the company building that became less and less likely so you took them off. Beomgyu was just as chatty as usual and you loved how he could turn anything into a conversation. You were debating plant personalities (were cacti mean and grouchy or were they really chill and shy) when you reached the football stadium.   Beomgyu saw you move closer to him as you saw the group of men coming towards you and he quickly switched sides with you so he was in between them and you. He kept close to you and stared right ahead as if they weren't there. They did look at you but it was only a glance and they moved on. You had no incidents whatever and when you reached your street you frowned suddenly realising you were basically home and Beomgyu was still with you. "So where do you live?" you asked and Beomgyu shrugged "oh not far I'll just hop in a taxi". You paused "wait I thought you lived near here?". "Yeah, I do it's like 10 minutes in a car". You gaped "Oh no! I'd never have asked you if it made you come so far out of the way!". Beomgyu grabbed your arm lightly to make you stop panicking "Y/n it's fine! I wanted to walk with you because I wanted to make sure you were safe and that is totally worth it" he said smiling. You laughed "you're so nice, I don't think I've ever met anyone like you". Beomgyu smiled "that's really sweet...please tell my members that because I keep saying I'm an angel but they don't believe me". You chuckled "I will, would you like to wait inside for your lift?". Beomgyu paused "if you don't mind?" and you nodded "of course!" and led him inside. You stepped into your house gingerly but none of your members were around. You took Beomgyu into the kitchen where you made him a warm drink while he waited for Soobin who he'd roped into picking him up. Beomgyu smirked when he saw you make a warm drink for yourself in a Pikachu mug. "Fan of Pokémon?" he asked and you looked at it before going bright red "that's so embarrassing" and you tried to hide it but Beomgyu reached past you pulling it back out "no it's not! Pikachu is so cute that’s why everyone loves him". "Yeah but usually as children not adults". Beomgyu smiled "so? We've all got our thing and you're obviously a Pokémon master". You blushed still embarrassed but a thought occurred to you "so what's your thing?". "My what?" Beomgyu asked and you elaborated "you said we've all got our embarrassing thing so what's yours?".  Beomgyu's eyes widened and he shook his head "nope can't tell you that". "Why not?" you asked grinning "I told you mine!". "No I saw your mug it's different" Beomgyu insisted smirking and you were still playfully bickering when Saerom walked in. She jumped seeing Beomgyu there and then bowed "Y/n we thought you went out after work". You shook your head "no I was still rehearsing when you left but Beomgyu walked me home so don't worry" you explained. Your leader was beside herself but Beomgyu assured her it was normal. "Trust me Soobin forgets me all the time but I'm starting to think that might be on purpose" making you both laugh and putting the room at ease. You chatted for a while before Soobin arrived and Beomgyu came out to meet him. In the car Soobin looked at Beomgyu "so...is there something going on? With you and Y/n?". Beomgyu blushed "what? No!" and Soobin smiled at his response "okay just...". "Just what?" Beomgyu asked immediately and Soobin struggled not to grin "Yeonjun thought he sensed something between you in the practice room. That there was some tension there and apparently Y/n was only watching you throughout the whole thing". Beomgyu blushed and found the idea you only had eyes for him very appealing. You were very beautiful and he loved how you got more and more confident the more you were around him. He found you so endearing and interesting, he definitely love to ask you out but he paused. "I mean is he sure? She only just got out of a big relationship, I doubt she's ready for something new". "Oh yeah with Seventeen's Vernon right?" Soobin asked. Beomgyu nodded "we bumped into him one day and it was so awkward remember? Y/n looked so uncomfortable around him and couldn't wait for those lift doors to close". Soobin nodded "do we know why they broke up?". Beomgyu shook his head "no Y/n didn't tell me and I didn't ask. It's her business". Soobin nodded "still though she'll probably move on eventually and the two of you get along. Would you really say no if she asked you out?". Beomgyu knew the answer immediately "no" but he also wasn't willing to put everything on the line and risk ruining your friendship by asking you first. However, that also didn't mean he was going to stop seeing you.

This will be a two part series and part two can be found here.

I love how happy and fun Beomgyu seems! I bet he’s that friend who won’t leave until he makes you smile and he seems like such a cute sunshine :) 

[secondgenerationnerd]

The way you talked about mar’i, can you talk about the twins from omega squad?

Absolutely I can!

First, foremost, and most importantly—They might be twins, but they ain’t the same person. That’s the number one lesson their parents taught them and people around them

They are rainbow babies, Linda had two miscarriages before them. She and Wally always say “You each came down alone, then went back for the other.”

Irey was always the bigger twin….until puberty made her brother 6’2 and kept her at 5’4

Milagro was doing a fashion shoot for a styling class and needed some models for her “Noir” shoot. Jai and Irey were more than happy to help.

Not show are Lian and Damian choking on their lunch when the twins walked in after the shoot

I fully believe that Omega has needed a distraction or diversion for a mission, and the twins just started FIGHTING. In that way only siblings can, y’know?

Both deal with eating disorders—Irey from an abusive ex, Jai from his depression—but that’s what Lian and Mar’i are there for. Lian will refuse to eat until Jai does, and Mar’i offers some of her favorite snacks to Irey.

On really bad days of his depression, ireys made him look at her and said “You’re not leaving me here alone.”

Are they both the “sunshine’s” in their relationships? Absolutely. But make no mistake. They are the scary ones of the relationships.

90% of the time, they are definitely their father’s children, goofy, a love of learning, clumsy. But make no mistake, that other 10%, they are their mother’s son and daughter. They have torn egotistical heroes and Villians down with words alone. Their dad might be the Flash, but their mother is THE Linda Park and you will put respect in the name

Essentially, they are truly—Fuck around, find out.

They’re also super fucking loyal. Like someone called Mar’i “r*tared” once. When they could hear. Irey had them against the wall, her forearm against their throat, while Jai threatened them

On the flip side, they are super proud of their Korean Heritage. They both chose to learn the language as part of the “multilingual” aspect of their hero training (and even before). They blast K-pop and k-rock. They have recreated K-Drama scenes for fun, to the amusement of their teammates. They both get Hanboks to wear when they decide to go to Korea for a weekend trip. They cook as many meals as their mom remembers growing up with. They always keep Kimchi and gochujang in the Omega fridge, as well as all the things to make Kimbap, a comfort snack for bad days

Jai loves the hat, thank you very much

They look up to Donny and Dawn more than can be put into words. Like they’re second cousins once removed, but if you ask them, that’s their big brother and sister. They love how happy Mel makes Donny and just want the best for both them

Irey points out she’s only kissed one person on the team, which Jai says “It was a mission, but colin is a great kisser!”

Irey’s straight, but Jai is like….on super thin ice sometimes

The lab at the tower might be a public space, but that’s their lab. They know the policy. But that’s just the facts

They both learned how to use their partners weapons. Irey actually managed to use a fight against one of the Alpha guys during a sparring match. Jai was laughing so hard he was on the ground

Asha, Irey and Damian’s daughter, adores her “Unca Jai-Jai”

They like to go to science expos and comic cons together

Irey is a biter when it comes to fist fights and Jai swears he has scars.

They both cried for days when Jay and Joan Garret died

Linda died two weeks after Luke, Jai and Lian’s son, was born. She’d been diagnosed with late stage lung cancer after Lian found out she was pregnant. She decided against treatment and spent that last year making as many memories with her children and grandchildren as she could.

Jai and Irey were with Omega when they got the news. They both fell to their knees and were sobbing and screaming for her.

They do think they would have made it through that time without their friends, especially Mar’i and Lian.

[always-andromeda]

this is so exciting !! could i possibly request molasses chip with percy dolarhyde :0

– 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐬

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: okay, we are starting off strong with one of the most emotionally constipated men we all know and love, fantastic choice, anon. <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: bits of angst, 90% fluff, nothing else I can think of!

The word love rarely makes its way past Percy's lips. Hell, he's not even a romantic; not in the traditional sense at least. His version of that is offering you a continuous stream of alcohol or eyeing up your figure when he thinks you aren't looking.

He'll call you darlin' and sweet pea and the occasional sweetheart, but even then his tone would be dripping with ridicule. Pure, genuine affection? That's for sissies. Percival Dolarhyde is a cowboy, thank you very much.

But he isn't immune. Oh lord above, he is weak when it comes to the smallest things. Furrow your brow, raise your voice, give him a single stern look...as long as you're giving him attention. Because he craves it like a baby cries out for milk.

That's how he'd fall in the first place; fast and hard with a deafening smack on the pavement of love. But still, he'd fall reluctantly. Always putting on that bravado. Always trying to speak over you even when his voice shakes. Always trying to be clever even when it's obvious that you have him beat. Anything to convince himself that he's not going soft.

The first time he says it, he doesn't even intend for it to happen.

You'd probably be arguing with him; because, goodness gracious, Percy is fantastic at turning anything into a problem, especially with how terrible he has it for you.

You'd scream at him, "Why do you have to make such a fuss over nothin' anyways, Dolarhyde? Is that what bored little rich boys like you long to do? Be an insufferable little weasel to any–"

That assumption would make him so frustrated that he'd yell back, "It's because I love you!"

And there's the truth. The nugget of honesty that lies in the shriveled and ragged remains of Percival Dolarhyde's heart. It's tiny and pathetic and quivering, but it's true. It's all he has.

And for a second, you'd think it's almost tragic knowing fully that the only way he knows how to act upon his feelings is by taking and taking every little crumb he possibly can. So sad that someone else might laugh in his face just to humble the spoiled brat of a man.

It's what Percy expects. He'd never been one to extend kindness himself. Even in the best of times, an impulsive declaration of love changes things drastically. What kind of a scoundrel would he be to expect anything else, especially from someone he'd been so dreadful to?

But you take one look at his dusty face and catch the gloss of vulnerability in his jade eyes as they dart to the ground nervously. And somehow, that's enough for you to excuse him.

You sadly and slowly grab his hand, feeling his fingers shake when they interlace with yours. Bringing his knuckle to your lips, you kiss the dusty flesh and say softly, "We can figure that fuss out next."

[thoughtportal]

Emma Silvers May 23, 2018

Liz Phair is getting into character. She’s practicing her moves. She’s doing vocal exercises every night.

“You make these sounds for a really long time, like a monk, to try to get that lower register open,” she says, demonstrating a long, low hum. “Because my range has gotten way higher as I’ve gotten older.”

She’s calling from Los Angeles, a week after her 51st birthday. And the character for whom she’s in training is a 25-year-old version of Liz Phair, the one that released “Exile in Guyville” in 1993, the album that subsequently thrust her into the national spotlight — despite the fact that she had only played a handful of live shows.

“It was a disaster,” she recalls. “That’s not how you do it! I was already famous before I’d ever played live.”

But Phair needs to channel that person to properly perform that album, she says — which she plans to do for Bay Area fans Friday, June 1, at the Swedish American Hall in San Francisco, as she tours intimate venues in support of the 25th anniversary reissue of “Girly-Sound to Guyville” (Matador), a seven-LP or three-CD box set complete with essays, interviews and remastered rarities. (The first half of the title refers to early Phair demo tapes that were, before now, mostly message board fodder for die-hard fans. This tour marks the first time she’ll perform the tracks live.)

“Exile” was a revelation when it hit the radio in 1993: sensitive and blunt, angry and funny, honest about sex and the alienation of being a creative girl in a guy’s scene. Framed as a wry response to the Rolling Stones’ “Exile on Main Street,” it stood in stark contrast to the bro-dominated grunge acts of the era, and quickly landed on critics’ best-of-the-year lists. Meanwhile Phair, a Chicago native and recent Oberlin College grad who had written most of her songs in her bedroom at her parents’ house, became an indie darling overnight.

It was in that spotlight that Phair was taken to task for her lyrics, whose sexual frankness (“I want to be your blowjob queen,” from the sing-songy track “Flower,” was among the most-quoted) barely moves the needle by today’s pop music standards. But in the ’90s, says Phair, “You were still judged according to the Slut-O-Meter.”

“I wanted it to be so outrageous and over the top that you had to talk about whether I could say it or not,” says Phair, whose penchant for performance art comes across in early interviews. “I wanted men and I wanted to have sex. I had those feelings, and I had those thoughts, so it was really about what you were allowed to exhibit. What you’re given ownership over, even in the real estate of your own inner life.”

In the 25 years since “Exile,” Phair has released five full-length albums, some to acclaim, and some — like her 2003 self-titled foray into slicker, more radio-friendly pop — to critical derision and cries of “sellout.” She also dabbles in other art forms: after finishing a double album with Ryan Adams recently (release date still to be announced), she turned her attention to a different kind of writing, inking a two-book deal with Random House in 2017. A memoir called “Horror Stories” will be published first; the second, she says, is tentatively organized around the theme of fairy tales.

Regardless of her medium, Phair’s impact and influence have grown more obvious with each passing year, especially as younger generations of feminists discover her landmark debut.

“Dude, I was ahead of my time. What can I say?” she says with a laugh, when asked about how well “Exile” has aged.

It’s 2018, and Beyoncé, whose brand is seeped in sexuality, just gave the performance of her life at age 36 — the same age Phair was when a New York Times review of her self-titled record painted her as a desperate, over-the-hill soccer mom for daring to still be sexual. Does our cultural landscape have more room for women as three-dimensional beings than it did in 1993?

“I do think we’re much further along,” says Phair. “But especially in the last couple years, with the Trump administration, it’s also shocking and deeply disturbing to realize how much further there still is to go.”

Which has, in turn, lit a fire under Phair in other ways.

“I have felt a definite need to be present, vocal and accounted for, because I need to be as strong and loud as these voices that are so horrifying to me,” she says. “We all do. The America that I believe we live in just needs to turn up its volume.”

In the meantime, those who caught Phair live circa 1993 can expect a much more technically skilled performance of “Exile” songs than the last time around. That said, Phair’s biggest strength remains the same: “It’s a testament to people’s appreciation of songwriting,” that fans stuck with her 25 years ago, she says, as she learned to play shows in real time.

“But I think that’s what I do better than other people. I don’t sing better or play better, but I have a kind of authorship. A voice.”

Emma Silvers is a Bay Area freelance writer.

[jojo0039]

*Treasure and Secrets* The Heist Part 1

The rain is coming down hard as the group of friends runs through the alley to get a clear shot of Ward who is sitting in his truck across from the surf shop.

Pope has a camera that looks like it is from the 90s.

"Nice camera. Where'd you dig up that relic?" JJ asks sarcastically.

"First of all, I love my antique electronics. And second of all, this is a telephoto camera. It allows me to get a close image from far away." Pope informs them.

"That's actually a pretty good idea Pope. That will come in handy." Jo compliments.

"More like the land of the dorks." Kie teases.

Jo laughs.

"He may be lord of the dorks, but that dork is getting us the witness proof that we need." Jo defends.

"Shit there he is get down." JJ interrupts.

They duck down as Ward runs across the street with a duffel bag.

Pope raises up slowly so he can video record.

"There goes Gavin."

They watch as Ward and Gavin both run into the building.

"Shit! I'm losing him." Pope tells them in frustration.

"Hold on."

JJ jumps down and looks around.

Jo looks around, but it is hard to see when it is pouring down rain.

"Hey!" JJ whispers loudly to them.

"I found something come on."

The group follows JJ up a ladder onto a roof.

They are across the street from where Ward and Gavin are meeting.

The rain is still pouring and Jo can't really see anything.

JJ grabs a spare hat from his backpack and places it on her head.

"Do you see anything?" Kie asks Pope who is looking through the lens of the camera.

"Yea I see them both right now." Pope informs them.

"Ward just handed Gavin something. I think it's that duffel bag." Pope tells them.

Jo and JJ share a look.

"I think this is a payoff, you guys." JJ comments.

"Gavin doesn't look happy about something." Pope informs them.

"It looks like he's yelling at Ward." Pope states.

"Why?" Jo asks.

"I have no idea, but he sure looks mad." Pope says.

Jo glances up and sees quick movement coming from where Gavin and Ward are.

"Whoa!" Pope exclaims.

"What's going on?" Kie asks.

"They're fighting." Pope says.

"They're really going at it." JJ comments.

"Ward is kicking the shit out of Gavin." Pope informs.

"Why are they fighting?" JJ asks.

"I don't know." Pope answers.

"What is going on?" Kie asks.

"I'm trying to see." Pope states.

"Holy shit Ward has a gun." Pope states.

"I bet you that's the murder weapon." Jo says wiping the rain from her face.

They hear gunshots.

Jo gasps in surprise.

JJ grabs her arm and pulls her down over the side so they can't be seen.

Jo's wide eyes meet Kie's who looks like she's about to cry.

Jo reaches over and grabs her hand.

"No no no. This can't be happening." Kie cries into Jo's shoulder.

"Pope, please tell me you just got that." JJ says as Pope's hand is still on the camera pointing toward the construction site.

"Enough to put that asshole away for life." Pope confirms.

Pope is still sitting up recording.

"This is freaking crazy." Pope tells them.

They all lean back up to watch.

They watch as Ward shoots Gavin again.

He looks up in their direction.

They drop back down behind the siding.

"Oh shit! Do you think he saw us?" Jo asks worryingly.

"I don't think so. It doesn't look like he did." Pope tells her.

"Alright come on dude. Do you think you got enough?" JJ asks pulling Pope down.

"Yes, I have plenty." Pope says.

"Wait." He looks through the camera again.

"Ward is coming. I think he's looking for the gun." Pope says.

"Pope we gotta go." Jo says.

"I think the gun just went down the drain." Pope says looking at his friends.

"Hold on." Kie stands up quickly.

"We know what you did murderer!" She shouts loudly catching his attention.

"Murderer!"

Jo and JJ grab Kie and pull her down.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jo hisses out.

"I don't care if he hears me! He's a murderer and so is his son!" Kie pushes Jo away from her.

"Yea well guess what he saw us now he's coming to murder us!" JJ exclaims.

"We gotta go!" Jo quickly runs for the ladder.

She starts to climb down with Pope behind her.

She slips on the last rail and falls.

She lets out a small yelp of pain.

"Jo?"

JJ loses focus on what he's doing and steps on Pope's hand.

"Ahh!"

Pope falls to the ground beside Jo.

"Shit! No!"

Pope picks up the broken camera.

"What happened?" JJ quickly asks coming to Jo.

He quickly helps her up.

"Why the hell did you step on my hand?" Pope asks angrily.

"I'm sorry! I heard Jo in pain!" JJ defends.

"Can you walk?" Kie asks.

Jo nods.

"I think my ankle is sprained. But I can run."

JJ helps Jo over the fence.

He clasps his hand over her mouth as Ward runs over to where they just were.

They watch through a small hole as he looks around then takes off.

Pope and Kie are already back at the car as JJ has Jo's arm over his shoulder for support as they make their way back to the car.

JJ opens the door and helps Jo in as he slides in beside her.

"What the hell was that?" Jo exclaims as he props her hurt foot on JJ's lap.

"Yea what the hell were they fighting over?" JJ asks.

"It was a gun. It had to have been the one Rafe used. He must have kept it." Pope informs them.

Kie quickly dials a number.

"Please pick up" She speaks into the phone.

"Who are you calling?" JJ demands to know.

"Who do you think?" Kie snips back.

"The cops??"

Pope's eyes go wide.

"Who else am I supposed to call?" Kie argues.

"Why the hell would you call the police?" JJ yells.

"You can't just call the police on Ward!" Jo joins in on the arguing.

"We can't just sit here! We need to go!" Jo yells.

*************************

They go back to the construction site where they meet with Shoupe and a couple of other deputies.

Jo is leaning on JJ and keeping weight off of her foot as Kie talks to them.

"Look, it was right here, and this is where that maniac claimed his next victim." Kie exclaims.

"How long ago did you say this happened?" Shoupe asks looking around the building.

"About forty-five minutes ago." JJ answers.

Shoupe writes in his notepad.

"So, what you guys are saying is that Ward Cameron just popped one off and shot him?" he asks the kids.

"Yes." Kie exclaims.

"Execution style? And was able to clean it all up in forty-five minutes." Shoupe says not believing them.

"We filmed it." Pope states.

Shoupe finally looks up from his notepad.

"You filmed it?" Shoupe asks surprisingly.

"Yes, but we can't show you because I fell off the ladder and hurt my ankle and it distracted JJ who stepped on Pope's hand who fell and broke the camera." Jo explains.

"This is a telephoto, and we needed to get long distance image, but I fell and broke it and now it's unusable, but we were there and we saw it. We're witnesses-"

"So the dog ate your homework?" Shoupe retorts.

Jo rolls her eyes.

"I know how this looks and sounds, but we're-" Shoupe cuts her off.

"No, I don't know what you kids expect me to do with this. You drag me out here in the middle of the night, for a whole lot of nothing-"

"It wasn't for nothing!" Kie argues.

"Except for some crazy story about how Ward Cameron is on a random killing spree!"

"We're not making this up!"

"This wasn't random Shoupe." Jo raises her voice from her spot beside JJ.

She looks like she is about to be sick.

"Gavin was Ward's pilot. He was there on the tarmac that day. Ward paid him off to keep quiet. But Gavin blackmailed Ward with the gun that Rafe used to kill Peterkin. They fought over something and Ward shot him." Jo explains calmly even though her ankle is throbbing in pain.

"Wait for a second, how the hell do you all know that?" Shoupe asks.

"Pope did this thing with his phone. He put it in his car-" Pope cuts Kie off.

"I heard their whole conversation." Pope explains.

"You wiretapped him?" Shoupe asks accusingly.

"Stop talking all of you! I've heard enough." He starts to walk away.

"Why can't you believe us?"

They start to follow Shoupe down the steps.

JJ stops and turns to see Jo slowly walking toward them.

"Go, I'll catch up." she tells him.

JJ nods and follows them down to continue to argue with Shoupe.

Jo slowly makes her way down the steps trying not to put too much weight on her sprained ankle.

By the time she makes it down the steps, Shoupe is leaving.

JJ looks angry as he turns to grab Jo and put her arm around his shoulder so she can walk easier.

"I told you this was gonna happen!" JJ starts to argue.

"Like you're the one who dropped the camera." JJ accuses Pope.

"It was your fault!" Kie argues with JJ.

He stops to glare at Kie and Jo unwraps her arm from him and moves away from them arguing.

She leans back against the wall.

"Guys shut up!" Jo complains.

"We're not done with this yet." Pope tells them.

He points towards the drain.

"We can still get the gun." he tells them.

**************************

The next morning, Jo slowly makes her way down the steps of her dad's house.

She grabs the first aid kit and slowly makes her way over to the couch.

She sits down and grabs an ace bandage.

She props her foot up on the coffee table and starts to wrap her ankle up.

Just as she finishes, her dad's office door opens and he walks out to see her.

"What happened to your ankle?" he asks as he bends down to check to make sure the bandage was on right.

"I slipped and fell last night in the rain." she lies.

He gives her a look.

"Was that before or after, you tried to spy on Ward and accuse him of murder?" he asks.

She freezes.

"How did you find out about that?" she asks.

"Vic called me and told me. You are this close to being grounded. I know that you miss John B, but harassing Ward isn't doing you any favors." he lectures.

"We're not harassing him Dad! Why won't you believe me? I've never lied to you before about anything important. I'm seventeen years old Dad. I deserve a little more credit than what you're giving me." she tells him angrily.

"I want you to listen to me well." he starts as he grabs a hold of her face to keep her attention.

"You and your friends need to give up on this idea that Ward is a bad guy and that he has the Royal Merchant gold. Nobody has been able to find the lost treasure for years. And I'm sorry, but a group of seventeen-year-olds didn't find any gold. Ward did not steal any gold from anyone. Here is the truth. Ward caught Sarah and John B in a compromising position after he laid down rules. John B didn't like what Ward had to say and attacked him. John B is unstable. He lost his father and it's troubling for any boy to go through. Now you need to get out of your little fantasy land and face the facts." Buzz practically lies to her.

Jo shakes her head in anger.

"Do you hear yourself Dad? None of what you just said made any sense."

She stands up and pushes past him.

"I don't know if Ward told you that story or if you're working together, but I know the truth. And it hurts that you don't believe me!" she argues.

"Why would I believe a seventeen-year-old delinquent? You run around with your friends all day! Don't think I don't know about the trespassing, and the gun, and the stealing! I know about all of it Joanna! And it has to stop now. Or I am gonna have no choice, but to send you to the mainland with relatives." he threatens.

Her eyes widen in shock.

"What? You can't do that! I am not leaving Outer Banks Dad." she argues.

"If you don't straighten up your act you are." he tells her.

He gets a phone call on his phone.

He looks at the caller ID.

"We will finish this later." he tells her before he walks back to his office and slams the door.

She angrily wipes the tears from her eyes.

She grabs her bag and storms out of the house.

[blueberrysdead]

Rant about my family growing up

When I was young after school my mother was tired from working as a secretary and my stepdad worked night shifts at a railroad and my sister was either with her friends or in our room in her new phone so I was almost always alone.

It was just me and the 90s tv that we got from the thrift shop, the rented house we lived in wasn’t well made so roaches, spiders, and other bugs often came in and me being too scared to kill it I would yell for my mom or my stepdad to kill it. Sometimes it would be pitch black when I came home because the electricity went out or freezing cold because the heater broke. now wasn’t the most ideal situation but I made the most of it because watching tv until dinner wasn’t always fun I got bored.

I had played outside in the red clay since our region doesn’t have brown dirt but luckily the clay was easily molded. I had made my family out of the clay or at least I tried.

I had a friend he was cool we both had similar interests and he lived in the other rented apartment across from me I had another friend as-well but she and her family moved somewhere in the Middle East because of a job opportunity I still miss her.

My stepfather helped my mother out of a bad financial place after her divorce and he had brought some order to the household but he wasn’t perfect his anger was uncontrollable and he wasn’t the most empathetic but I still loved him he made me laugh, bought me my first bike, helped my mother, and gave me another sister, she was from his ex girlfriend but we bonded together like superglue I wish we hadn’t fallen out as hard as we did.

My mother was confusing to me I knew about our money situation and how we didn’t have much due to her sighing whenever I asked for something at the store yet she continued having kids in total she had 4 after me and my sister but only 2 lived she stopped after the second child died and got her tubes tied I cried for her the day she came home from the hospital with no baby in hand I didn’t truly understand it then but seeing her in distress broke me.

[friendrat]

Thanks for the tag!

1. Where you named after anyone?

No. My older brother was named after someone in the Bible, but my older sister and I were just names that my mom liked. My twin sister died before we were born, and my mom let me name her when I got older, so she is named after a character from the Oracles of Fire books by Bryan Davis.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I'm not really sure. I tear up sometimes during cheesy movies or shows, or when I'm reading, so probably then. The last time I remember full-blown crying, though, was when my sister got together with a bunch of aunts and cousins (like intentionally planned event, not spur of the moment thing) and I wasn't invited, I found out after the fact on Facebook in a post where they shared pictures and went on about how nice it is to spend time with family, and how they need to do it more often, etc etc. (I'm not salty. Ok, that's a lie, I'm totally still salty about it. They're trying to make it a regular thing, and I still haven't been invited.)

3. Do you have kids?

Only four. 😆

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No, never.~ (Obviously, I do. 😆 We really need to bring the sarcasm punctuation into popular use because sometimes it's hard to tell in text format.)

5. What is the first thing you notice about people when you meet them?

I don't know... I think I just see them as a whole person? There isn't really any particular thing that jumps out at me in particular.

6. What is your eye color?

Blue, sometimes they're like a blue gray and sometimes they're brighter.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. Hands down. I'm not really a scary movie person. I can count the number of scary movies I've actually watched on one hand. But who doesn't love a happy ending?

8. Any special talents?

I can make an elephant trumpet sound. It makes babies laugh and never fails to impress toddlers. 😆

9. Where were you born?

I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma. (OK I will give a "real" answer... I was born *dramatic pause* in a hospital. 😂)

10. Have any hobbies?

Reading, writing, board games, dnd, video games when I have the time.

11. Have any pets?

2 cats, a dog, and a fish. They all have nerdy names except one of the cats. The dog is Oberon, the fish is Fezzik (we used to have a second fish named Inigo, but he died), and the girl cat is a calico named Piper (she's the pied piper... get it? Lol), and the not nerdy cat is a tuxedo cat named Everest. Everest is also nicknamed the wizard kitty because he likes to perch on people's shoulders like a familiar.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

Bible quizzing. It counts, ok! 😆

13. How tall are you?

5'6"

14. What was your favorite subject in school?

Science. I disagreed with a lot of origin stuff because it's very based on worldview interpretation of the evidence, but I loved natural science and how stuff works. I could test reliably over 90% in science without really trying.

15. Dream job?

Writing. Although anymore that involves a lot of self-promotion on social media, and that intimidates me. The networking with other authors isn't so bad, but making graphics and reels and stuff just seems overwhelming. But yeah... I've wanted to be a writer ever since I was a kid. I also had a lot of fun working on a couple of amateur short films, so something in filmmaking would be really cool too! I would love to see more Christian fantasy stories be make into movies and shows, so working on something like that would be great!

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Thanks for the tags @peony-pearl and @sleepyghoststories 💖💖💖

1. Were you named after anyone?

A fictional character from a movie my parents watched while dating.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I don't remember. Which means I'm due for a breakdown soon.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

It's how I cope

5. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Usually their appearance/outfit

6. What is your eye color?

Dark brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings ❤️

8. Any special talents?

I can roll my eyes to the back of my head. Makes for excellent zombie impressions.

9. Where were you born?

illinois

10. Have any Hobbies?

Drawing, writing, cosplaying

11. Have any pets?

No but I always wanted a cat

12. What spots do you play/ have you played?

I used to do track and volleyball

13. How tall are you?

5'7"

14. What is your favorite subject at school?

Art class

15. Dream job?

In a perfect world, writer and voice actor.

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Oh Baby Part 10

already at part 10 damm and it’s not even close to finishing as I kinda want to add post-pregnancy stuff but I will worry about that when it’s time for it

Training Camp time

Part11 part12 part13 part 14 part15 part16 part17 part18

You and Daichi walked into the Gym and saw a tiny blond girl looking around crazily.” Hey you okay?” you asked as Daichi excused himself to get changed, the girl turned around, her eyes widen,” The pregnant cheerleader I knocked over” she cried,” Y/N” you said,” You must be the new manager Kiyoko talked about?” she hesitantly nodded,” I’m Yachi, 1st year Class Five” she said bowing in a 90-degree angle,” Nice to meet you, our boys are nice but they can sometimes hard to handle” you said,” Mostly our best players” you said.” Hey it’s you again” Ukai said from behind you making her jump,” Ahh the murder, please don’t eat me, I don’t want to steal your girl,” she said hiding behind you,” Huh? My girl? I’m just the coach,” he said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck,” I’m so sorry” she squeaked falling to her knees to apologise, you and Ukai exchanged looks before shrugging.

A couple of weeks late you were on your way to Tokyo, you sat beside Daichi who had his hand on your thigh rubbing it gently,” If you want to continue sleeping my shoulder is here for the service” he smiled kissing your temple,” I take you up on that offer” you smiled cuddling into his side more before closing your eyes.” Hey Daichi, how are things with the baby?” Suga said,” Good, currently cleaning up the storage room so we can put the stuff for the baby there. Whose is in good health” Daichi answered,” Good to hear that my god-son is healthy” Suga smiled,” Your god-son? Excuse me but we all know that I will be god-father and the best one which ever walked on planet Earth” Tanaka said,” No that will be me” Noya said jabbing his finger into Tanaka’s ribcage,” Excuse me but I’m Daichi’s best friend since 1st year and I was the first to find out about him, so of course, I will the god-father” Suga said with a smug grin,” We shouldn’t fight about who is God-father, it’s Daichi’s decision” Asahi said softly,” And Daichi said it was me, so all of you can shut up” Suga hissed,” You all can be Uncle, now everyone SHUT UP” you hissed before going back to cuddling Daichi,” Well I will be the favourite Uncle” Noya said which started another argument.

“Tokyo is cold,” you said hugging yourself,” It be warmer in the Gym,” Daichi said wrapping his arm around you,” He hasn’t kicked yet or?” Daichi asked with his hand on your belly,” Nope but you be the first… well second to find out”,” Second?” Daichi asked,” After me of course” you laughed making him smile. “I don’t see the wonder duo with you?” Kuroo said walking up to the two of you,” They have extra classes, they didn’t pass a couple of classes” Daichi said, Kuroo scoffed, his eyes wandering towards you,” Your pregnant. Was the sex so good?” he asked with a smirk,” Something you probably can’t relate to” you said making his smirk drop,” Hey, it was a joke” he said, as you walked past him to join Kiyoko and Yachi,” You have 3 now” Yamamoto's voice said in front of you,” One is sexy, one sporty and one is cute. What a perfect combination” he added,” This is the perfection of going to Karasuno” Tanaka boosted, Kiyoko and you exchange looks before rolling your eyes and guiding Yachi away from them.

Throughout the session, the different clubs took a turn to stare at you or more your belly as it became quite warm in the gym so you took off your jacket revealing your white undershirt which is tighter than the jacket,” If you keep staring, I will start charging for it” you snapped making everyone who was staring quickly look away. Daichi meanwhile his punishment for losing the game alongside his teammates, “maybe take y/n out as she literally being looked out like an animal in a zoo and before she murders them” Suga whispered making Daichi nod,” Babe, let’s get out for a sec hmm?” he said wrapping his arms your waist grabbing your jacket on your way out,” Don’t mind them, it might be normal for us now but it still weird for other people” he said kissing your forehead gently,” I love you” he said softly,” I love you too” you pecked his lips,” And you guys suck at the moment” you added making him scoff,” I know but one day we will win” he said,” Well you already won the award for the best Boyfriend and Dad” you said snuggling into his warm chest,” Hey love birds, get back inside you have another game to play” Ukai said from the door,” Y/N, want to help us cut up Watermelon? It’s for the boys during the break” Kiyoko asked, at her side where the managers from the other teams,” Yachi is going to stay here and keep an eye on our boys” she added making you nod,” Sure, as I have a couple of eyes back on me” you said, turning around to see a lanky boy on the Nekoma team stare at you,” That’s Lev, he joined recently” Kiyoko said,” Is he a first-year?”,” Yep, pretty tall but doesn't have much coordination according to Ukai” she added,” Let’s go”.

You were cutting the watermelon when Fukurōdani Academy manager Yuki Shirofuku began talking to you,” How is it being pregnant in High School?” she said looking at you,” Not ideal, I get started at 24/7 like I’m some animal in the zoo and even got whispered behind my back”,” I did hear whispered from the other team, mostly from their managers but also from the players not from Fukurōdani as we have better things to worry about, like Bokuto not going into his emo mod” she said with a shrug,” So no judgment?” you lifted a brow,” What is that going to do? It already happened and I’m a stranger who isn’t affected by this in the slightest. So why on earth should I care what other people are doing? So long it doesn’t hurt anyone, it’s not of my concern” she shrugged,” You aren’t planning to take over Japan with the baby?” she teased,” No, and even if I wouldn’t be telling anyone that” you teased back making her and Kiyoko chuckle,” I was worried that you were exposing our plan there Y/N” Kiyoko added,” Me never, do I look like Tanaka to you?” you said making her laugh.

You handed out the watermelon to the Karasuno boys,” If you feel harassed Y/N, tell us, we beat them up for you” Tanaka said,” We protect our precessions managers and medics” Noya said with a mouth full of watermelon,” Thanks boys but I rather not as it won’t be needed, I can handle myself” you said patting Noya’s hair making him blush,” Me next” Tanaka said with big eyes,” Only this once” you said patting his buzzcut. You then settled next to Daichi with the one leftover watermelon,” Refreshing?” you asked making him nod as he just took a bit from the watermelon,” How are you feeling?”,” Good, my feet hurt though” you said,” Well after training is finished I give you a massage then, they also have bath’s here, that will probably suit your muscle pain” he said rubbing your back,” Sounds perfect actually” you said leaning against Daichi.

You were preparing yourself for bed, Kiyoko and Yachi was setting up her mattress beside you with Yuki and Kaori Fukurōdani other manager and Eri from Ubuawa the other team manager lives close by and that’s why she didn’t feel a need to stay,” Eri, why are you acting like Y/N is poisonous? She’s pregnant not radioactive” Yuki said making the girl jump,” Sorry, it’s just my parents told me if a girl gets pregnant young, she's up to no good,” she said quietly,” Well our Y/N is quite the opposite, she has been with the team since her first year, I mean like three weeks into her school year, she caught our now Captain’s eyes and made her part of the team, being pregnant doesn’t make her bad person, it was an accident which could even happen to adults,” Kiyoko said calmly,” I thought the same at first but Y/N is very nice and helps a lot with understanding Volleyball and she can control the boys sometimes better Kiyoko or the adults” Yachi added softly,” I understand how it looks but Daichi and I were protected while we were doing it but condoms aren’t always safe, I did regret at the start but now I’m looking forward to my baby, it’s a boy and I know it will be hard but I manage as I have Daichi and his family behind me,” you said before getting into your sleeping bag,”I’m sorry for being weird, it’s just-”,” It’s fine, you weren’t the worse experience I had” you smiled as Eri laid down beside of you,”Good night guys” you said.

[kmomof4]

The Tell-Tale Mutt: A CS and Snowing Tale

This is my WOEFULLY LATE birthday offering for the fabulous @motherkatereloyshipper​. But hopefully, I’m dropping this before she goes to bed tonight, so she can have a few laughs and enjoy some smut. I love you to the moon and back again, babe! 

Thank you so much to @jrob64​ for her help in plotting this fic and for the beta help. 

Fic Summary: From the prompt on the CSMM Discord given by @sotangledupinit​ 

“Saw this on a Reddit posting asking ‘what’s a tell-tale sign two people are in a secret sexual relationship’ and it was too funny not to post here. I think this could be a hilarious story.

chipdoyle- From personal experience- was hooking up with a coworker and she’d bring her dog into the office. Her dog started sitting under my desk everyday and we were exposed.”

Rating: M (smut and language)

Words: Almost 5700

Tags: Workplace Relationship, Workplace Sex, Secret Relationship, Smut

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The Tell-Tale Mutt

A CS and Snowing Tale

Emma Swan’s eyes rolled back in her head at the pleasure spiking her blood from Killian Jones’ attentions to where her neck met her shoulder. It was so good, she almost lost her train of thought. Which he no doubt intended.

“But, seriously though, Killian,” she tried again, shivering in his arms as he worked his way lower, opening the front of her blouse and kissing the swells of her breasts before suckling a nipple through the fabric of her bra. She inhaled sharply and pulled his hair when he switched to the other, granting it the same attention as the first. “I think they’re hooking up.”

“Mmhmmm, Swan,” he murmured into her skin. “Like we are, love?” he asked, pulling back and looking into her eyes. When she didn’t answer him right away, he raised his eyebrows at her and continued. “If you can manage to articulate anything more eloquent than Yes, Killian or More, Killian or something along those lines, then obviously my efforts are not yet enough to distract you.” He smirked at her before diving back in, pulling down the cup of her bra and drawing her nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth.

Emma moaned while Killian proceeded to lavish attention on her breasts, then fell to his knees in front of her and lifted her skirt to her waist before blowing his warm breath on her covered center. Leaving a hard kiss on her swollen nub, he rose to his feet and slid her panties to the side, pushing one finger into her core, causing her to bite her lower lip in an effort to keep her cry at least somewhat contained. That thought was entirely moot, however, when he added a second and then a third finger to her heat. She rode his fingers as soft cries of ecstasy fell from her lips, all while he whispered pure filth in her ear.

“You are so gorgeous when you come, Swan,” he murmured in between open mouth kisses to her pulse point. Her walls began to flutter around his fingers and he redoubled his efforts to push her over the edge. “Come for me, darling.” Killian captured her lips with his own, swallowing her cry as she fell, shivering in his arms.

Emma pulled back and gave him another quick peck on the lips before meeting his blazing blue gaze. He chased her lips but she pulled further back with a smirk of amusement.

“Don’t worry,” she assured him, “We’re not done yet.” Her fingers went to work on his belt and zipper, her hands reaching inside his pants and stroking his hardened length, his face wrecked as she continued her ministrations. Pushing down his pants and boxer briefs, she hooked her leg around his hip and ground against him, coating him in her juices.

Killian moaned as he grabbed her hips, stilling her, and lined himself up. A groan of pleasure escaped him as he slid in to the hilt in one smooth thrust. He turned toward the door of the supply room and braced her against it, her legs wrapped around his hips. She buried her fingers in his hair and drew his face to hers, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Tongues dueled and hands roamed as he set a strong and steady pace. He reached down to flick her hardened nub leaving goosebumps along her torso in his wake. She fell a second time, her fluttering walls triggering his own climax. He held her tightly and tenderly kissed along the column of her throat, allowing their heartbeats to slow.

Emma felt his loss acutely when he slipped from her and lowered her to the floor. She caught his gaze, his eyes just as blown as she was sure hers were. It was always like this. Each time better than the last. She knew that if she thought too much about it, she’d likely begin to see the pattern they were setting and realize this thing they had going was way more than just colleagues hooking up in any available empty room at their office. But that was neither here nor there. She didn’t think too much about it and so she didn’t need to worry about getting her heart involved with this thing she had going on with her co-anchor. She’d made a promise to herself several years ago to never risk her heart again.

But now that they were both dressed and definitely not sporting that freshly fucked look, she could talk to him about what she’d dragged him into the supply room for in the first place.

“Ok,” she began, “not that I’m complaining, but that wasn’t why I pulled you in here, Killian.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at her salaciously. “Oh, really, Swan? Could have fooled me.”

She slapped his shoulder lightly and rolled her eyes at him. “Really,” she said.

His countenance turned abruptly serious. “What is it then, Swan?”

“David and Mary Margaret,” she said. “I think they’re hooking up.”

“Hmmm. You did mention that,” he mused. “What makes you think so?”

“M’s has been mooning over David forever,” she informed him, “and now all of a sudden, in the last few weeks, it seems like she doesn’t want to have anything to do with him. When he enters a room, she leaves. If she can’t leave, she won’t look at him unless she has to. And when she has to,” she continued, impassionately, “she never does it for long and kinda squirms and blushes.”

“Certainly suggestive,” he agreed with her, “But what business is it of ours? I mean, we’re keeping our own liaisons secret. Why can’t they?”

Emma rolled her eyes at him. “Because ours are just hookups, Jones.” She didn’t notice the way his face fell a bit at her statement. “They don’t mean anything. Theirs, on the other hand…”

Killian pushed the disappointment he felt to the back of his mind. It was no more than what he expected. “So you’re wanting confirmation because…” He raised his eyebrows at her speculatively.

Emma’s face turned pensive. “She’s one of my best friends. I just want to see her happy.”

Killian grabbed her by the hand and drew her into the circle of his arms. “I understand. But maybe letting them alone and allowing them to figure things out and tell us in their own time is a better idea.” He couldn’t help but hope that Emma would catch his double meaning and take it to heart. He was head over heels for this woman and would do anything to make her see that, if he didn’t think it would send her running for the hills. “I feel the same way about David, and given how long he’s been mooning over her as well, I think he’d- they’d- appreciate the time and space to enjoy the newness for a bit before we start hounding them about it.”

Emma’s shoulders drooped and her lips fell into a pout. “I guess I can see your point.” She paused briefly. “But…” He shushed her with a finger to her lips.

“No ‘buts’, Swan,” he admonished her gently. “Leave them alone. They’ll tell us when they’re ready.” Killian sighed internally. He fervently wished the same could be said for himself and Emma. He was in this for the long haul, after all.

The look in Killian’s eyes was making her uncomfortable and she pulled away from his embrace. “I should… get back,” she said, looking anywhere but at him. “Wait five minutes. Go to the bathroom… or something.”

“As you wish, Swan,” he murmured, making her turn back to him questioningly before opening the door and slipping into the hallway outside.

As soon as she shut the door behind her, furious barking reached her ears, making her jump. She was suddenly nearly bowled over by a fluffy ball of fur and attacked by a slobbery tongue before she could even think of mounting any type of defense. She laughed and buried her hands in the soft fur of his scruff.

“Down, Wilby,” she cried through her laughter. She saw David coming down the hall and turned playfully annoyed eyes on her friend. “What’s he doing here anyway, David?” she asked, still trying to get the dog off of her.

“Doggie Day Care is closed this week for vacation,” he said easily, walking toward her. “Come on, Wilby. Get down,” he directed his words to the dog. Wilby sat obediently at Emma’s feet, but as soon as he did, he started nosing at her skirt.

“What are you doing, Wilby?” Emma laughed nervously, trying to push his nose away from her.

“Huh,” David huffed. “That’s funny. The only time he does that with me is when I’ve been…” He trailed away as Emma narrowed her eyes at him speculatively. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, clearing his throat nervously. “Come on, Wilby. We need to get to the studio.” He reached down and grabbed Wilby’s leash, muttering, “See you later, Emma.”

“Sure, David.” Emma walked in the opposite direction from her lead cameraman. A few minutes later, the supply room door opened again and Killian Jones’ head poked out and looked around before he stepped out and headed toward the newsroom.

Across the hall, Ruby Lucas emerged from the shadowy control room of the studio where she’d borne witness to all the comings and goings of her colleagues while beginning her work of preparing the teleprompter for the evening’s newscast. Her face broke into a delighted grin as a devious plan began to take shape in her mind. Turning back to the shadows she crossed to her desk with a chuckle, sat down, and began to type.

~*~*~

Mary Margaret gasped as David licked and laved at her breasts. She held tightly to the back of his head, holding him to her as the exquisite torture pushed her higher and higher. She sat on the counter next to the sink, her legs spread giving David plenty of room to stroke her center before he slid a long finger into her heat. If she wasn’t so close, she’d be embarrassed at how quickly David had managed to rile her up. They couldn’t have been in the bathroom more than a few minutes.

She pulled his head back up to her and kissed him hungrily. “I need you inside me, David,” she breathed against his lips.

Their hands fumbled over each other as they both went to work on his belt buckle. Mary Margaret slapped his hands away and finally got his belt off and pants opened. She reached inside and began stroking David firmly, making him groan in pleasure. His forehead fell to hers and she felt a shiver of feminine pride at the wrecked look on his face that she had put there.

Her hips bucked into his involuntarily as he continued to stroke her before lining himself up and plunging into her depths. A strangled cry of ecstasy burst from her lips as she fell apart.

Mary Margaret clung to him as David set a steady pace. The strength she found when she ran her hands possessively over his back, thrilled her to no end. Reaching down, she clutched at his ass, urging him to take her harder and faster.

“God, you feel so good, M’s,” David moaned. “Love to feel you all around me.”

“Oh, me too, David,” she cried. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his strokes became unsteady.

David’s climax burst from him with a groan of replete satisfaction. Capturing the lips of the woman he loved, he stilled as his release pumped into her depths. Dropping his forehead to hers, their ragged breaths mingled as they clung to each other in the aftermath.

“I almost gave us away this morning, darling,” he breathed into her ear.

“What?” Mary Margaret pulled back from him, her brow furrowed in question.

“When I came in, I ran into Emma coming out of the supply room,” he explained. “Wilby was all over her, as usual, but after he got down, he was nosing at her skirt, just like he does with us after we’ve…” he trailed away with a flirtatious grin.

Mary Margaret cut her eyes to the side with a shy smile, a pretty blush coloring her cheeks.

“I stopped myself though,” he rushed to assure her. “I don’t think she caught it. But I wonder why Wilby was doing that to her? I mean, we all know she’s not with anyone. She limits her escapades to the weekend.”

Mary Margaret’s eyes turned speculative, thinking back over the past month or so. Emma seemed happier overall. Smiling more, humming when she didn’t know anyone was nearby. Even her wardrobe had changed a bit. It was still as professional as needed for the co-anchor of the highest rated newscast in the city, but the materials were softer, the colors a bit brighter than the dark and somber colors she’d favored for so long when she’d been promoted to her current position.

“Maybe,” she mused. “But maybe not. We need to keep our eyes open, David.”

“Okay,” he agreed, confusion coloring his face as he looked at her.

Mary Margaret got down from the sink and looked around for her panties. She found them on the other side of the toilet where David had tossed them in his haste. Once she got them on, she smoothed her skirt down and started buttoning her blouse again.

“But for now,” she looked up at him, her producer’s hat firmly back in place, “we need to get back out there before someone misses us.” She raised up on her toes and kissed him gently, making him smile like a lovesick schoolboy.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I’ll see you out there.”

She slipped out the door and David just stared after her briefly, wondering how he’d ever landed this woman he’d lost his head over when she started at the studio almost two years before. He shook himself out of his reverie and thanked God above that he’d finally gotten himself together enough to ask her out about a month before. The days, and nights, since then had all been a blur as they spent every waking moment they could together, all while trying to keep their new relationship under wraps at the studio. Neither of them were quite ready for the ribbing they were sure to get from their colleagues once that cat was out of the bag.

So far, so good, David thought as he opened the door of the family restroom and emerged into the hallway. He jumped a mile when the door to the ladies restroom right next to his opened at the same time and Ruby walked out. She smiled when she saw him, but then her forehead wrinkled in question.

“What are you doing in there, David?”

“Uhh…” David racked his brain. He couldn’t think of anything to say to Ruby in explanation. “The urinals were clogged!” he exclaimed in a burst of inspiration, smiling proudly at his quick thinking.

Ruby nodded slowly. “The urinals were clogged,” she repeated.

“Yes,” David assured her decisively.

“Okay,” she said. A wolfish grin broke over her face and her eyes gleamed as she turned and walked away. “I’ll see you later, David.”

“Bye, Ruby.”

~*~*~

Ten minutes into the evening newscast, Killian Jones knew something was going on. Every story he and Emma had reported on contained the words “hook up.” One or maybe two stories could be written off as coincidence. But eight? In a row? Ruby was in charge of the teleprompter and she had no compunction whatsoever about pranking someone while on the air.

But why this?

And why them?

Killian really didn’t want to consider the possibility that Ruby may have somehow found out about him and Emma, but as the news continued, he was starting to see little alternative.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Killian could see the lines around Emma’s mouth tighten when she smiled, even as her eyes flashed with irritation. He doubted anyone else noticed, but he prided himself just a bit on being able to read his Swan, and he knew she had also seen the pattern and was anxious to finish their portion of the newscast.

Killian glanced around the studio at his friends and colleagues. Varying degrees of questioning glances were being thrown around between Mary Margaret, Graham, Victor, and Ariel. Wilby sat obediently at his master’s feet under the main camera, just as happy as a clam, tongue hanging out and tail wagging. Killian found it curious that David had never looked up from his camera and so had missed all the unspoken communication going on around him.

As soon as they broke for a commercial, Emma ripped her mic off and stormed out of the studio. She was gonna have words with Ruby and she wasn’t going to wait until the newscast was over to do it. She was vaguely aware of the others trailing after her as she stomped her way down the hall to the control room where she knew she’d find the rogue saboteur.

“What the hell, Ruby?” she shouted, pushing her way into the darkened room. She looked up at the monitors of the studio seeing only one camera on, focused on their weather forecaster, Ariel. The other cameras were dark. She looked behind her to see Killian, Mary Margaret, Graham, and David followed by Wilby, just arriving in the room with her. Wilby immediately started making the rounds of everyone in the room, but Emma was too incensed to notice the dog sniffing at all of them. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Ruby threw her head back laughing, even as Wilby moved to her and sniffed at her lap. She straightened back up and buried her hand in Wilby’s scruff as she glanced at Graham whose face resembled a ripe tomato. “Oh, come on, babe. It’s not like it’s a big secret.”

The rest of the group's collective jaw dropped as they all looked back and forth between Ruby and Graham. Ruby cackled loudly again.

“Seriously?” she asked. “Are y’all shittin’ me? You are a bunch of dumbasses if you really didn’t know Graham and I have been together for MONTHS!” She threw her head back in laughter again.

Moments later, Ruby stopped and bent over to where Wilby sat in between her and the rest of the crew. Killian couldn’t stop his smirk when Ruby started crooning to him like she was talking to a baby.

“How can any of these idiots expect to keep a secret like that when we have this canine cum sniffer hanging around?” she asked before kissing him on the nose. Wilby just sat in front of her, wagging his tail.

“Y- y- you,” Emma sputtered, still indignant. She looked around at all of her colleagues. “You? And you? And you, too? Are you serious?” She pointed at each of them in turn, her voice rising higher and higher in shock. She looked back at Ruby again. “And you figured it out all because of Wilby?”

Emma looked around the small room again. Killian was scratching behind his ear, his face nearly as red as the suit he wore. David and Mary Margaret were looking at each other with soft smiles on both their faces. Emma had to fight hard to keep from rolling her eyes. She may have been right, but the heart eyes between them were slapping her in the face, and she didn’t appreciate it one bit. Graham had the appearance of a smitten puppy dog as he looked at Ruby.

Emma’s heart melted just a bit as she looked back and forth between the other two couples. These were her friends. They were her family. Seeing them in love like this should have made her happy, but it only brought home to her how alone she really was.

She looked at Killian. His cheeks were still flushed, and he looked at her like she was the only thing in the room. The only thing worth looking at in the room. His eyes were blazing with blue fire and she couldn’t cope with what she saw there- faithfulness, hope, love.

Nope, nope, nope. She was so not dealing with this right now. She pushed through the group and ran for the ladies room across the hall. It occurred to her suddenly that Ruby must have seen them go in or leave the supply room next to the restrooms earlier today, and then with Wilby’s behavior, she put two and two together. Or rather, one plus one plus one- her, Killian, and Wilby.

Moments after she entered the restroom, the door opened and Mary Margaret stepped in. Emma turned toward her with a pleading look on her face.

“Don’t, M’s,” she begged. “Please. I can’t.”

The lovesick heart eyes she’d seen earlier were gone, replaced by a depth of understanding and compassion that made Emma want to weep. Mary Margaret moved toward her and wrapped her in a hug that she was helpless to do anything but return.

“Emma,” she crooned as a tear slipped down Emma’s cheek. “Not every man is Neal. Think about it,” she urged, pulling away and looking her in the eyes. “When has Killian ever lied to you? When has he ever tried to manipulate you? When has he ever been condescending to you?”

“Never,” she whispered, wiping away her tears.

“That’s right,” she agreed. “You know him. You’ve been friends for years now. If there’s a man out there that’s more honorable than Killian Jones, I’d have to see it to believe it. He’s not going to hurt you, Emma.”

“But what if I’m too broken for a real relationship?” she asked, still in a whisper. “What if I hurt him?”

Mary Margaret shook her head. “You are not too broken for a real relationship, Emma. That man is crazy about you. It was written all over his face in there. You can be happy with him. I know it. Love is a part of all happiness. You just have to be brave enough to reach out for it.” She smiled softly. “Love is worth it, Emma.” Mary Margaret paused and looked at her like the mom friend she was to everyone she knew, just wanting those she loved to be happy. “And as far as your second question is concerned, he’s a big boy,” she assured her. “He knows the risks of entering into a relationship with someone. With anyone. And he obviously thinks you are worth the risk.”

More tears gathered, and Emma wiped them away before they could fall.

“Do you really think so?”

Mary Margaret beamed. “No, I don’t think so, I know so. Now let’s go finish this newscast and then you go talk to that man.”

Emma nodded and wiped at her eyes one more time before leaving the restroom and making her way to her locker to touch up her makeup before going back to the studio. By the time she got there, Killian, David, and Graham were already in their places and Victor was just finishing up the sports report.

Killian smiled gently at her as she mic'd up. She returned it just as David’s camera turned on them and she plastered on a brilliant smile.

“Thank you for joining us this evening. I’m Emma Swan..”

“And I’m Killian Jones, and we’ll see you again tonight for the ten 0’clock report.”

“And, camera off,” Mary Margaret said. She shot a meaningful look at Emma as everyone removed their mics and headed out of the studio.

Once the room was empty, Killian turned to Emma and lifted his hand to her face, running his knuckles along her cheek bone.

“Are you alright, love?”

Her eyes were bright with unshed tears and Killian wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and promise that nothing would ever hurt her again.

She grabbed his wrist and looked into his eyes. He could lose himself forever in her jeweled gaze with nary a whimper in protest.

“I… I will be,” she murmured.

“I’m sorry everything came out like this,” he apologized softly. “I know you wanted to keep things secret.”

“I think Ruby must have seen something this morning and figured it out from there.”

Killian nodded.

“So what now?” he asked.

The naked vulnerability in her eyes nearly took his breath away and he could only pray that what he believed he saw in her gaze was accurate. But he also knew she’d have a hard time expressing her thoughts and feelings in words.

“I’m willing to do whatever you want, Swan,” he said, taking her other hand in his own. “I’m in this for the long haul.”

“Really?” she asked, trepidation filling her gaze.

“Really,” he assured her. “You are the most amazing and wondrous woman I’ve ever met. It would be a privilege to court you as a lady like yourself deserves.”

Emma’s lips lifted slightly in a sideways smile. “Noone talks that way anymore, you know.”

Killian smirked back at her. “I do,” he replied, his eyebrows waggling. “So what do you say, Swan? May I escort you to dinner tonight?”

She glanced up at him and tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, drawing him toward her for a kiss.

The kiss quickly turned passionate as Killian got lost in the sensations she was provoking in him. He pulled away, breathing heavily, before things careened out of control in the middle of the studio.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he asked, smiling widely.

“Shall I spell it out for you, Killian?” she replied. “Yes, you may escort me to dinner tonight.” Her eyes captured his and he could see the desire swirling in their depths. “But first…”

Killian grinned salaciously. “First…?” he purred.

“Now that Wilby’s gone for the day.” She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Meet me in the family bathroom.”

He pulled back, surprised. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait until after dinner? Maybe go to my apartment before we have to be back? A bed would be more comfortable than a bathroom sink or supply room door.”

She smirked at him and ran her hand along his already half hard shaft. “We can definitely go back to your apartment later, but I need you now. And besides, it doesn’t really feel like you want to wait for later, either.”

“You are correct about that, Swan. Very well, then. As you wish.” He surged toward her, grabbed her around the waist, and hoisted her over his shoulder. The squeal that burst out of her at his action had him grinning with delight as he moved quickly towards the door of the studio. He slapped her ass, looking both ways down the corridor to be sure they were alone, before running across the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, he deposited her on the counter and pounced.

Emma was secretly thrilled at Killian’s possessive behavior. She briefly thought back to Mary Margaret’s words earlier about the difference between Killian and the only other romantic relationship she’d ever had. Emma knew Killian well enough to understand that this wasn’t the selfish urge to own and control her, that she was all too familiar with, but instead came out of a place of tenderness, honor, and protective instincts for someone who was loved and cherished.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and rocked into him, delighting in his wrecked moan that she eagerly swallowed down. Reaching for his belt buckle, she gasped when he latched onto her skin just under the edge of her blouse over her collar bone.

“Don’t you dare leave a hickey, Jones,” she chided without any real heat.

He pulled back abruptly and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Not where it can be seen anyway,” he cheeked. He dove back in, picking up right where he’d left off, and Emma’s head fell back as she lost herself to his ministrations. Killian’s touch was setting her on fire and she knew she was only moments away from that precipice that he never had any trouble getting her to multiple times whenever they were together. His lips met hers again in a hungry kiss as he reached under her skirt and jerked at her soaked panties. She felt rather than heard the rip of the delicate material over the gasps and moans of pleasure coming from them both.

She pulled back to look at him, her eyes wide in stunned surprise.

“Oops,” he said, not looking the least apologetic. He held up the ruined silk and tucked it into his pants pocket. “Now you’ll have to go to dinner and do the late report without any knickers. How ever will I make it through the evening knowing that?”

Emma laughed. “Should have thought of that before you did it, Jones. Now get inside me.”

“As you wish, Swan.” He shoved his pants and boxer briefs down and lined himself up before pushing into her heated core.

He would never get enough of this. Not as long as he lived. Fully seated within his love, he pulled almost all the way out before sinking back into her. The evening had been a rollercoaster ride for sure, but now, in this moment, he was determined to show her how much she meant to him and how much he wanted to be with her. He knew she���d been badly burned in the past, and while he didn’t know any details, he was quite aware of the blessing and privilege she was granting him in allowing him into her life on a more personal level than he’d yet enjoyed. He vowed to himself that he’d never make her regret letting him in.

He made love to her slowly, passionately, holding her close when she came the first time, until finally the tension was just too much to resist any longer. His strokes became harder, more purposeful as he pushed them both toward completion.

“Come with me, Swan,” he begged, reaching in between them and circling her clit with his thumb.

“Yes, Killian, YES!” she cried, falling apart in his arms.

He captured her lips with his own as his release filled her. “God, I love you, Swan,” he murmured against her mouth. She pulled back from him again, her entire face pale in surprise. He placed a finger over her lips before she could speak. “And I’m not saying that to get you to say or do anything, Emma. I’m simply telling you the truth. I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.”

Emma searched his too blue eyes as her heart thundered and her thoughts swirled in turmoil. She knew he spoke the truth just as she knew she could trust him with her heart. All the things she’d ever searched for, she found in his cerulean gaze - trust, steadfastness, faith, love, home. He was her home and it was time to openly trust him and let him know it.

“I love you, too, Killian.” She placed her finger on his lips now to keep him from speaking. “And I’m not saying that because of what you just said. I’m simply telling you the truth. The truth I know I can trust you with.”

The grin that broke over his face at her words rivaled the sun and the kiss they now shared was filled with all the love and promise of the glorious future before them. All because of Wilby, the tell-tale mutt.

The end

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Thank you for reading and sharing! I’d love to know what you think!

[scarlvtbitch]

Rusty

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: it’s bucky and reader’s first time but its also buckys first time in 90 years, he feels a little bit insecure about it

warning: smut (unprotected sex, metal arm kink kinda)

Y/N and Bucky were dating for a month now. After years of miscommunication and pining after one another, they were finally together. The team was really relieved because they didn’t have to suffer through their doey eyes and sexual tension. But there was sexual tension, alright.

After a month of dating they haven’t been intimate that way. They’ve kissed and cuddled but nothing more than that. Y/N wanted nothing more than to be taken by Bucky. She wanted her body to be only his. He never tried though. That was the frustrating part for her. Whenever they would be making out he was always the first one to pull away. Something would always come up before they could go any further.

This just made Y/N insecure. The first reason that popped in her brain was that he didn’t like her enough to sleep with her. One day, she was with Wanda on the couch. It had been a long time since she’d seen her and she really needed her best friend in moments like this. She couldn’t keep it in her chest any longer.

“Bucky doesn’t want to sleep with me.” She blurted out, making Wanda almost choke on her drink.

“Did he tell you that?” 

“No.” She groaned and hid her face in her palms. “Every time things get...heated, he always pulls away. Am I that ugly?”

“Y/N, don’t talk like that. You’re beautiful and you know it. I’m sure Bucky knows it too. That can’t be the reason, you just need to talk to him.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” If only her anxiety didn’t eat her alive whenever she thought a million different ways the conversation could go. But an idea came to her head. Bucky was going to drop by later, just like he always did and it was the perfect opportunity to talk to him. However, she decided to add a little bit of spice of her own.

It took the whole afternoon for Y/N to get ready. She showered, shaved, did her hair and makeup. Then she put on the sexiest set of lingerie she owned, which consisted of black lace. She put nothing over it.

A knock on the door startled her, she took one last glance at herself in the mirror before she opened it.

Bucky’s mouth dropped at the sight before him. Y/N’s figure was hugged by black lace, her breasts on full display for him. He gulped as he could feel his mouth start to dry. He accepted her invitation to come inside. He could feel his erection begin to spring to life. His heart was wildly beating inside his chest and he could feel his palm start to sweat under his glove. Y/N waved her hand towards her couch, silently telling him that it was okay to take a seat.

He sat down and she was straddling his lap in an instant. Her core hovering over his bulge. He growled as he pushed her head towards his lips, Y/N moaned at his roughness. He suddenly pulled away.

“Buck, do-do you not want this? Do you not want me?”

“God, no, doll. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone. You’re so goddamn beautiful, I don’t know how I’ve held myself back so many times. The truth is...” He rested his hands on her hips as he took a moment, scared of saying the words out loud. “I haven’t done this in ninety years. I don’t want to mess it up.” Y/N quickly raised her hands and cupped Bucky’s face. Caressing her thumb over his cheek bones.

“Baby, you won’t mess anything up. We’ll go slow, if you want. I don’t want to pressure you, I’ll wait for you no matter what.”

“I appreciate that, doll.” He grabbed one of her hands that was resting on his cheek and brought it over to his lips. “But you’re way too irresistible for me to wait any longer.” She squealed when he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He gently set her down and his lips started making their way down her body. He pulled down the cups of her bra and freed her breasts. He wasted no time in latching his mouth to one of them while his flesh hand played with the other.

Y/N squirmed underneath him. The river between her legs making it hard to focus on anything else. He spent too much time between her breasts, and while he had a really talented mouth for someone who was scared of being bad because he hadn’t done this for over 80 years, she needed it somewhere else.

She dug her nails deep in his fabric covered biceps and whined out his name.

“What’s the matter, doll? What do you need?”

“You. Just you.” She managed to say. Bucky smirked against her and pulled away to take off his shirt. Y/N had seen Bucky shirtless while training but that didn’t stop her from being mesmerized by him. She was pretty sure he was sculpted by the gods themselves. Bucky laughed and her heart skipped a beat when she realized she actually said that aloud. 

“Thanks, doll. You’re pretty beautiful yourself.” He winked at her and she went to hide her face in her hands but he grabbed her wrists and leaned forward. Placing gentle loving kisses on her cheeks, nose, and forehead. Her heart melted at his actions.

Y/N decided enough was enough and went to pull his pants down, along with his underwear. His fully hard member bobbed against his stomach and she felt a rush of wetness emerge from her heat. Her eyes widened when she saw him. He was thick and long, she already thought he was perfect but this was the cherry on top. She gave him a few strokes, wanting to see what he felt like in her hand. Solid but soft and warm. He closed his eyes and grunted above her, his hand suddenly on her wrist as he put a stop to her motions.

“I need to be inside you.” Y/N nodded furiously against him before he lined himself up against her center and wasted no time in thrusting forward, all the way to the hilt.

Y/N cried out at the feeling. She felt so deliciously full and sex has never felt so right. She’s had sex before of course, but never with someone who she had strong feelings for like the man who was currently inside her. Wanda had once told her that casual sex was nothing compared to sex between two people who adored each other. Boy, was she right.

Bucky groaned and stilled above her. Wanting to savor how it felt to be gripped by her walls, and also wanting to give her time to adjust to him. She gave him the green light a few seconds later.

“Move, Buck, please.” 

“As you wish.” He then thrusted in and out of her at a steady pace. Y/N moaned at how good he felt, her exes could barely bring her to an orgasm but with Bucky, she knew she wasn’t going to last long. 

“Harder.” She breathed out.

“What was that?” He paused his motions.

“You’re such an ass.”

“Beg for it.”

“Fuck me harder, please.” He didn’t need to be told twice. His hips pounded into her harder and faster. The only sounds in the room were skin slapping against skin, the headboard rattling against the wall and their moans and grunts filling the air. Y/N suddenly got an idea. She brought her hand to his metal arm and gestured towards it.

“Touch me with it, please.” Bucky’s eyes widened because in all truth he didn’t want to use that arm during these activities. He was too ashamed of it.

“Y/N-”

“I love you, Bucky. Every part of you. So I’m asking you touch me with it.” She repeated.

Bucky’s metal arm snaked its way in between them and started rubbing tight circles against her clit.

She hissed and cried out when the cold met her warmth, getting her closer and closer...

Bucky could start feeling her core flutter against him, signaling that she was almost there. 

“Come for me, doll.” He rubbed faster against her, giving her one last deep stroke until she exploded underneath him. Her orgasm triggered his and he buried his face in her neck, giving her a small bite as he spilled himself into her.

Y/N moaned at the feeling of his cum deep in her belly.

They panted against each other until they were able to catch their breath and get their heart rates back to normal. He pulled his now soft member out of her and Y/N frowned at the loss. He tugged at the sheets on her bed and went to cover both of them up. Y/N nestled against his side, resting her hand on his sweaty chest.

She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, keeping her face buried in the crook of his neck. His flesh arm trailed up and down her back, drawing lines with his fingers.

He placed a kiss against her hair and then whispered an I love you before sleep finally swept over both of them.

[football-writing]

Jack Grealish - figure it out

"Please don't do this." Her voice was trembling, her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at the guy in front of her.

"Y/N, don't make this harder than it is. Please." He ushered her to calm down, a painful expression on his face as he saw how much he hurt her.

"If it's so hard, why do you have to break up with me? We can just stay together, right? Don't do this to me Jack."

She took a step closer as she tried to convince him, reaching out her hands to hold his, a pleading look in her tear-filled eyes. But Jack had already made up his mind. It wasn't like there had been any real problems, or some sort of breaking point. Hell, he is still head over heels for her, too. But seeing as the tabloids had it in for him, and how he was moving away to Manchester, he figured it would be best to end it here. For her sake. She had always been insecure, and dating a footballer that lived 90 miles away wasn't going to make her feel any better.

"Please don't do this." She whispered again as she finally broke down completely, her sobs echoing through the room as she fought to breath. Jack reached out to hold her steady, his hands on her upper back, tracing figures with his fingertips in hopes of soothing her heartbreak even the slightest bit. He kissed the top of her head as she struggled to break free from his grasp, her balled up fists hitting his chest repeatedly as she cried out about how much she hated him for doing this to her, but he caught her hands in his with ease. A whispered plead for her to stop being all it took for her to give in and let him comfort her for the final time. Maybe he had broken her heart now, but her heartbreak would be much worse if tabloids and fans and the distance between them got to her. He could manage if he was hated for his move to City, but if she came to be subject of their harassment? It would kill him.

"It's for the best, Y/N. I'm sorry." He spoke softly as he broke their embrace. However, her grip on him tightened, not letting go as they looked into each other's eyes, a yearning present in both pairs to give in, a desire so strong it made their skin feel ablaze; to touch, feel each other's skin, burn with passion for the other, even now. Especially now.

And she kissed him. Stood up on her tippy toes and reached for the back of his head to pull him down, lips hungry and desperate as they molded together, fear and sorrow evident as they moved against each other. The taste of her tears now on his tongue, and for a second he wondered if this was all worth it.

But he knew in the back of his mind that it was. So when they finally parted, her eyes pleading him to stay, he apologised one more time before he left her standing there to pick up the pieces on her own.

- Hindsight didn't help her one bit. -

She had tried to get over him, she really had. Even if she didn't run into him around town, she couldn't possibly move on when everything she did reminded her of him. The mug with a faded picture of the two of them that he always used to drink his tea out of staring at her everytime she opened her cabinets, his aftershave that smelled like home to her still in her bathroom. Even as she put a pizza in her oven, she was reminded of the time he burned his arm when trying to make pizza on their date night. How she had ended up rubbing butter on his arm because he had read on reddit that it would relieve the pain, both laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. How her laughter had died down in her throat as he had grabbed the backs of her thighs to lift her up on the counter top, making out until that forgotten pizza had turned cold again.

His move to Manchester hadn't exactly made her thoughts disappear. He was everywhere: she couldn't open twitter or there was more news about him, the papers displaying his face on their front covers with his record breaking deal. Yet she also saw how fans targeted him for his move to City.

And it pained her to realise that she understood. Why he broke up with her. The fans would no doubt have targeted her, too, and throughout their relationship they had always been clear on her not giving up anything for his career - clearly that included not moving away from the place that she had grown to call home.

But god did it kill her to know that she wouldn't be able to be there for him. With him. She knew he had meant to think of her, but instead he had thought for her- breaking up with her for her own good without letting her weigh in on that decision. That was the hardest part for her. Anyone would understand if she was angry and upset at him. And maybe she was. But she still loved him, and his act only proved that he loved her too, even if the way it showed wasn't the outcome she wished for.

- It was how she came to be in her current situation. -

With Jack on her couch at 5am. Their eyes darting over the other curiously, filled with desire, only to turn away like a deer caught in headlights as soon as they made eye contact. Their relationship thus far had been natural, easy. But nothing about this was easy. How was she to respond to him being here after all those weeks?

"You're probably wondering why I'm here." He had begun for her.

"Clearly." Her tone was more bitter than she had meant.

"I couldn't sleep."

She figured he'd say something else, explain why that was a reason to come back to her, but he kept quiet instead, his eyes focused on his fidgeting hands.

"So you drove the 90 miles back here?"

"Yeah. Look, I just-" He looked up then, finally making eyecontact while biting the inside of his cheek nervously. He looked like it scared him, too, to finally look into her eyes again. Seeing her face for the first time after leaving her when he broke up with her. Perhaps he expected her to look happy, brighter, while she had been without him. But to his surprise her eyes were dull, bags under them from the lack of sleep, her lips chapped; he knew it was from picking at them, something she did when she was upset. She was just as tired as he was.

"I miss you. And I know I have no right to say it, Y/N. I really don't. But you know why, yeah? I had to."

"You could've told me." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and it sounded no where near as confident as she usually was.

"I know. I'm sorry baby." Guilt was written over his face as he apologised. The nickname felt familiar as it reached her ears, and she inhaled deeply at how inviting it sounded.

"Look- I just couldn't sleep. If we drive back now we still have maybe three hours to catch up on-"

Hold on, you- you want me to come with you?" She interrupted him, her eyes wide with incredulity at his request.

"Would you? You know I sleep best with you next to me." His statement was so softspoken and honest, it made her heart flutter.

She nodded apprehensively.

But she knew what it meant: they would figure it out. They would be okay, together.

[1kook]

imax & climax

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags;  jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn't gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

Jungkook sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkook’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Jungkook scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

——

You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Doyeon swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Doyeon, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Jungkook’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Jungkook invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Jungkook not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Jungkook is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Jungkookie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Jungkook, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Jungkook’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Jungkook apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Jungkook’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkook’s house were either  the result of Jungkook picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Jungkook inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“Jungkook?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, Kook, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Namjoon would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “Kook, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Jungkook’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Jungkook crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Jungkook’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Jungkook clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Jungkook will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Jungkook is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Jungkook has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Jungkook falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Jungkook says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Jungkook sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away.  His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Jungkook has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Jungkook shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Jungkook preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Jungkook, you always came first. Jungkook’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Jungkook was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Jungkook grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Jungkook’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Jungkook kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “Jungkook—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Jungkook.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Jungkook’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Jungkook would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today... well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Jungkook scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Jungkook, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Jungkook never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Jungkook had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Jungkook gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Jungkook was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Jungkook smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Jungkook sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkook‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Jungkook, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Jungkook tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Jungkook kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Jungkook takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Jungkook mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Jungkook that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Jungkook smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “Kook!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Jungkook’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Jungkook either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “Jungkook, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Jungkook wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Jungkook’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Jungkook tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Jungkook seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Jungkook asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Jungkook snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Jungkook barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “Kook— Jungkook!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Jungkook nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Jeon Jungkook, maybe Doyeon was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Jungkook is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Jungkook responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your Kook now.”

“My… Kook,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Jungkook chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Jungkook hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Jungkook catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don't wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

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Just as you predicted, Jungkook’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

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Copyright © August 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[fruitcoops]

You write Moody so well! I would love to see something where Moody and Remus talk for the first time after Coops was outed. Whether it happens after the meeting Coops had with Arthur and Alice or after the all star break. I feel like they have such a good relationship!

Thanks! This was partially inspired by watching The Karate Kid (1984) last night, so I hope y'all are ready for some mentor hurt/ comfort this fine Sunday! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for mentioned forced outing

Remus was almost done. He only had a few more drawers to clean out. The whiteboards were as squeaky and shiny as the day he arrived; the desk had a few more dents and coffee stains decorating the surface, but overall it looked decent. He still couldn’t bring himself to take the pictures off, though. It was his life. His friends. He just couldn’t do it.

The sleeve of his ancient Wisconsin hoodie was still damp when he smudged it under his runny nose. No tears had fallen, but he could feel the maelstrom gathering in his throat. Everything he had worked for, gone because of one stupid mistake.

Not Sirius, of course. Sirius would never be a mistake. It was Remus’ fault they had been caught in the first place.

He stared around his office in misery—no official notice of his layoff had arrived, but he knew it would come, and it was always better to be prepared. Maybe it would hurt less if he did it himself, one final ‘fuck you’ to the homophobes before he trooped off with his tail between his legs.

The tiles were cold through the seat of his comfiest jeans. He tucked his knees closer to his chest.

A quiet knock at the door interrupted the suffocating silence. He didn’t answer.

“Kid?”

Remus’ lower lip wobbled and he croaked out a ‘come in’ with as much strength as he could muster; it wasn’t much. The door opened with a creak—he had never gotten around to having it fixed, after all—and uneven footsteps shuffled in, followed by a sigh as his visitor settled next to him on the floor.

“You have a chair, you know.”

“I know,” he whispered.

“Not all of us have young knees. Doesn’t your ass hurt?”

Remus nodded.

Moody huffed through his nose and hoisted him up by the arm. “Well Christ, kid, up you come. You’re awfully dense for a beanpole. What, you got concrete for bones or something?”

“No,” Remus mumbled as he followed Moody across the hall and allowed himself to be plonked down in the soft chair by the door. It was his favorite of both their offices; as far as he knew, Moody never let anyone else sit there. His chest seized as a sob tried to fight its way out. “I’m sorry.”

Moody shot him a look at he got comfortable in the adjacent seat. “For what?”

“I dunno.”

“I don’t like useless apologies, Lupin.”

Remus sniffled. “I should’ve told you.”

“Says who?” Moody snorted. “Your business is your business. You’re a bright young man, none of this is your f—oh. Okay, Lupin, easy does it.”

“I’m sorry,” Remus blubbered as the tears finally started to fall. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t like crying, but I’m kind of a wreck right now.”

Moody made a few soft shushing noises, inching closer until he could wrap an arm around Remus’ shoulders and pat his arm like he was trying to soothe a frightened dog. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

The sobs were near-silent; Remus never cried loudly if he could help it, and he already felt bad enough for dripping his perpetual raincloud all over Moody’s office. He caught his breath after a few hitching inhales and scrubbed at his face with his sleeve. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Remus pulled his knees up again and hugged them tight to his chest. “I haven’t called my parents yet.”

“Did they know?”

His heart gave another painful yank. “Nobody knew. Nobody. And—and now it’s everywhere and people won’t leave me alone and I’m gonna get fired—”

“Woah, deep breaths,” Moody interrupted gently, giving him a little shake. “You’re not getting fired.”

“Yes, I am.” Everything felt gross and cold and sad.

“Who told you that?”

“Coach said it might happen ‘cause I’m a doctor.”

Moody scanned his face for a moment, then reached over and grabbed a box of tissues off his desk. “First of all, take some of these. You look like a mud puddle, Lupin. It’s very unsettling. Second, this is a complicated situation and I wouldn’t be too quick to make assumptions. And third, I’ll go to bat for you.”

He paused midway through blowing his nose. “What?”

“You’re a good man. An excellent PT. The best colleague I’ve ever had, actually. You know your shit and if they try to fire you over this, I’m not going to make it easy for them.”

More tears threatened to fall over the edge of his itchy eyes. “You’d do that for me?”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Moody grumbled.

“He hasn’t called.”

“Who?”

“Sirius.” Remus swallowed hard and, before he could second guess himself, leaned his head on Moody’s solid shoulder. “I’ve called him 23 times and he hasn’t answered a single one. He just…left. Didn’t even look at me.”

“He’s making a mistake.”

“I ruined his life.”

“Hey.” Moody’s tone turned stern. “You don’t get to talk shit about yourself in my office. This is a Lupin Appreciation Zone.”

Remus’ shoulders shook and he closed his eyes; he wished he could just dissolve into the floor and stay there until someone mopped him up. Everything hurt. The world sucked. Moody—

Moody was petting his hair.

The tears stopped abruptly and Remus hiccupped in pure confusion. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m bad at comfort, kid, gimme a break.” The sat in silence for a few seconds as Moody continued to pat his head and muss his hair, which was in dire need of a cut but just long enough to cover his eyes when it was pushed forward. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, actually. How did you…?”

Something akin to embarrassment tinted Moody’s cheeks and he cleared his throat. “My cat hates thunderstorms.”

“Oh. Cool. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Thanks,” Remus said again, much quieter. Moody’s office always felt safe; all the clutter was in its proper place, clean and homey. The touch of familiarity was more of a comfort than he cared to admit. He sat up straight and wiped his face clean, then leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “If I do get fired—”

“You won’t.”

“If I do, I wanted to say thank you for changing my life.” The words hung in the air. “You—without you, I would never have felt at home here. You were the best mentor I could ever ask for and I’m never going to forget that. You did more than just teaching me routines. Thank you.”

Moody cleared his throat again. “Tissues.”

Remus silently passed the box.

“If anyone gives you shit for being gay, you call me and I’ll take care of it,” Moody said once the tissue had disappeared into the depths of his pocket.

Remis blinked at him. “Are you offering to hurt someone for me?”

“I’ll deny it in court.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he laughed. “Fuckin’ hell, this is a mess. I’m a mess.”

“You just got outed and your boyfriend ditched you in an airport,” Moody said bluntly, fixing Remus with a look. “You’re allowed to be a mess. Now go talk to Lily. Call your mom. Do whatever you do that makes you so sunshiney, and then we’re gonna unpack all your shit and put it back where it belongs.”

Remus swallowed hard. Fuck it. Fuck the NHL, fuck the homophobes, and fuck being sad.

Moody narrowed his eyes. “You want to use the kicking bag, don’t you?”

“I really, really do.”

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“Stupid—fucking—son of a bitch!” Remus gritted out as the beat-up and half-folded gym mat squeaked under his assault. It was two inches of plastic and therapy—he was 90% sure Moody had stolen it from a middle school gym, and it had rapidly become the team’s favorite way of winding down after a frustrating day.

“Harder!” Moody barked behind him.

Remus wound up and slammed his foot into it again. “I worked too damn hard to be kicked out for this bullshit!”

“Damn right you did!”

The kicking bag creased in the center. “And I’ve got too much student debt to walk out of here like—like a coward!”

“Yes, you do!”

His grief had burnt off at least five minutes prior. Remus was well and truly pissed now. “And it’s nobody’s goddamn business who I kiss!”

“That’s the spirit!” Moody cheered.

“And maybe his face is stupidly pretty!” Remus threw his shoulder against the mat before he resumed kicking it. “And, yeah, he has really nice shoulders and a great ass—”

“Lupin—”

“But fuck him for leaving me in an airport! What kind of douchebag does that to a guy? I’m hot and smart and nice and I can date whoever the hell I want if he doesn’t appreciate that!”

“That’s certainly one approach!”

Remus stopped with a harsh exhale and dropped one last halfhearted kick to the base. “I don’t want anyone else, though. And I miss his stupid pretty face.”

A hand, heavy but gentle, squeezed his shoulder. “Then go get him.”

[cherryblossomsno1fan]

more meaningless sk8 headcanons

reki and langa's favorite duet to dance in just dance is can't take my eyes off of you

oka is reki's uncle (mom's brother)

reki tries to give shadow the intimidating talk when he starts dating oka but he fails really hard and ends up laughing his ass off while shadow is just there Confused

cherry named carla after his niece who he loves a lot (i can elaborate on this further)

reki is a harry styles bisexual

reki listened to sweater weather before he knew that it was kind of a bisexual song and one day he was just listening to it with earbuds on and one of his classmates said "hey are you listening to sweater weather?" and he's like "yeah i love this song!" and they're like "oh my god same! are you also... you know?" and he's like "what" and they're like "what" and they explain to him and he's like "oh. wait-" and he just kinda reevaluates his whole life and then a week or so later he comes up to this classmate and says really proudly "i DO listen to sweater weather!" and they immediately understand and they hug bc yay two bisexuals

shadow has a really bad amount of internalized homophobia and it's a huge fucking problem and it never really leaves

reki introduces miya to his sister bc they're around the same age and they become really good friends (their main hobby is gagging at reki and langa and making fun of reki)

joe doesn't actually believe in astrology but he pretends he does just to piss off cherry, who thinks astrology is the dumbest shit ever

everyone thinks shadow's music taste is rock/metal music because of his aesthetic but one day miya used his phone for spotify and found out that he listens to a bunch of dancey songs and shit like that from the 90's (like britney spears,,, yknow)

half italian joe half italian joe hALF ITALIAN JOE GODDAMNIT

adding to ^ that, joe listens to a bunch of old italian songs and often plays them in the restaurant (HELP NO MATCHABLOSSOM BRAIN WENT "lol them slow dancing to old italian songs lol think about it")

joe unironically listens to macarena and has to do the dance every time. it's his legal obligation. he has to do it every time he hears it. no matter where he is.

cherry knows this and has carla play the macarena during one of their beefs and joe is like "FUCK YOU" but does it anyways

they both lost in the end because cherry lost his shit laughing (they both fell at the same time so it was considered a tie)

miya wouldn't stop giving them shit about it for weeks because they both literally looked like complete wrecks (cherry almost broke his leg and joe did, in fact, dislocate his elbow), like he would look at them and burst out laughing

one time miya laughed so hard at them that he fell from his chair face first and broke his nose which is the only reason he stopped laughing (it hurt to laugh, literally)

reki is so used to kissing his sisters' minor injuries when they like fall or scrape their knees that it's become a habit and while this does open up renga opportunities please let me enlighten you with the idea of Big Bro Reki treating one of miya's scrapes (either a tumble or he tripped or smth idk man bear with me) and accidentally smooching his arm or smth out of habit and miya kinda cries a little

also, this angsty shit is brought to you by my gf who likes to make me SUFFER: after reki and langa's fight, one of his younger sisters sees that reki is really upset and crying, so she goes up to him and kisses his chest to make him feel better

ITALIAN JOE TIME ok so joe's mom is italian and when she met his father she didn't really know much japanese and her pronunciation was so weird so instead of calling his father by full name she called him "joe" for short (and it was easier for her to pronounce) and when he was born it kind of became a little nickname his mom gave him

reki listens to paramore NO i am not taking criticism on this

when they were like kids cherry and joe promised to each other that at their weddings, they would be each other's best man; skip to when they got engaged, joe is like "oh no,,, oh my god we didn't think about this did we" and cherry thinks that he wants to call off the engagement and kinda panics for a few seconds but then joe said "who will be our best men??" and cherry is like "OH THAT'S WHAT YOU MEAN-" and then kinda smacks him for scaring him but also is really mushy inside that joe remembered

whenever joe speaks to cherry in italian (complimenting him and being romantic and all that) cherry immediately assumes that joe is insulting him and gets mad (when really he's telling him his eyes are beautiful)

whoops accidentally made this one about the Matchablossom Agenda oh well promise there'll be more tadashi and adam content in the next one