#if I can get along with my roommates(extremely sensitive to sounds and the smell of others which results in my insomnia when not at home

[unknownf]

(vent/ mental)

my dad is annoying as fuck

pushing his opinion into my face as usual, and use that tone as if he was chiding a child

fuck it

[metalbuckaroo]

KINKTOBER DAY 2: Finger Fucking

Summary// jealousy is new to Bucky, but he always knows how to make up for it

Warnings// fingering, jealous Bucky, smut, unprotected sex, use of nicknames- dollface, mentions of ripping clothes, cursing

AU// Roommate!Bucky x F!Reader

Note// not extremely proud of how this turned out, and the layout from day 1 is way too much work so I’m tapping out on it already 😂

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

“Where’ve you been? I’ve been worried out of my mind! You’ve never bitch buttoned me before!” Bucky snapped, following you to the kitchen from his seat on the couch.

“I told you I had a date, Buck.” You laughed, sitting you keys in the mug that was designated for them at some point.

“I know, I can smell the cheap cologne. And, you know our deal. Did you break our deal?”

“Why’re you so worried about it? What’s going on with you?” You looked up at him, amused by his behavior as he swallowed hard.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Bucky shrugged. “I just wanna know if you fucked him.” He said, shaking his head. “We had a deal. If you fucked him, that deal would be off. And, I can smell his shitty cologne all over you.”

“You’ve been on dates too, James.” You pointed, getting an eye roll in response. “Keep doing that and they’ll get stuck.”

“I haven’t slept with any of my dates. I don’t want to. I have everything I need right here, in this apartment, between those pretty thighs. I don’t need to go find something else.”

“I didn’t sleep with him, okay?”

Relief washed over Bucky, the only reaction he seemed to muster being to smash his lips to yours. Hands finding your waist to pull you to the cold tile floor with him. “Buck-”

“Just tell me no.” He breathed out, shoving the skirt of your dress up as he slotted between your thighs and pulled your underwear to the side.

“Keep going.”

A content sigh slipped out when two fingers ran along your slit, Bucky’s hot mouth leaving wet kisses along your throat as he eased them in. Curling and twisting them against your velveyy walls as your fingers weaved through his hair. Biting back mewls and whines as he fucked his fingers into you, pressing his thumb to your clit.

“Buck- oh, fuck, Bucky.” You cried out as he applied just the right amount of pressure to the sensitive nub, bionic arm reaching to pull at the front of your dress until your chest was bare to him. His mouth latching to one of your pebbled buds and tongue flicking over it. “Gonna- holy shit-”

Your eyes screwed shut, hands fisting into the front of his shirt as your orgasm washed over you. Bucky’s teeth grazing your jaw as he removed his fingers and yanked at the fabric of your underwear, the lacy material ripping with ease.

Gripping the front of his shirt, you pulled until the buttons popped off. Mouth falling open when he slammed into you, Bucky taking the opportunity to slot his mouth over yours. Tongues pressing together in the hungry kiss.

The feverish pace his hips kept made it hard to do anything but pant and moan his name as his pleasured sounds flooded your ears. Body overwhelmed by the full sensation as he took you apart again, thick cock hitting every sweet spot in the most delicious way.

“S’fucking good- love how you feel around me, doll face.” Bucky grunted, tingles spreading down his neck when you tugged the back of his hair.

The familiar feeling in your lower belly formed again, the tile floor doing nothing to help cool your heated skin as the bubbling pleasure started to overflow. Fraying every nerve and raising goosebumps to your skin as you tightened your legs around his waist to pull him deeper. Rhythm of his thrusts going sloppy as his lips smothered your again.

“Shit-“ Bucky hissed against your mouth, hips stuttering when he spilled into you with a drawn out moan. Riding through both of your afterglows with short, gentle thrusts.

You shivered from the empty feeling left behind as he slipped from between your thighs, adjusting your dress and placing a brisk kiss to your lips.

“We good?” He asked quietly, tucking himself back into his pants.

“We’re perfect.” You grinned as you sat up. Bucky letting out a heavy sigh as he leaned back against the cabinets.

“Are we toxic?”

“I don’t think so.” You laughed, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

He fidgeted with his fingers, eyes glued to them as he thought over whatever was going through his mind.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. We aren’t together, it’s not my place.” He murmured, a playful grin cracking across your face.

“I dunno, how you reacted makes me wanna do it again.” You teased, shrugging your shoulders as he gave a daring look.

“Behave yourself.”

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[ackerlert]

The Restaurant

Jean x Reader (3 year time skip since end of Season 3, pretend Annie is not in a crystal LMAO)

NSFW WARNINGS: female pronouns reader, oral sex (m & f receiving), sex with jean’s horse cock, reader aroused by his blush LMFAO, slow build up

“Oi. Get back here brats,” Levi grunts, gesturing toward a door. “Time for dinner. I know the restaurant’s all you brats have been thinking of. Especially you, Sasha.”

“Yahoo!” Sasha squealed. “I wonder what Niccolo will make today…maybe even that pizza he was telling me about…” she mutters, smiling to herself and probably daydreaming about stretchy cheese and marinara sauce. 

Connie grinned, sharing a look with the other smirking cadets--no. Soldiers. All of the cadets had grown into soldiers now, ranging from 17 to early 20s, plus some new recruits who had joined, including you.

Everyone knew Sasha had a thing for Niccolo-- it was something you and all the other cadets teased her about almost every day. The atmosphere buzzed with a lighthearted feel as the group joked around. You had all just recently completed a successful mission clearing Ragako of some straggler titans left from 3 years ago, and it had gone extremely well: so well that the Corps were getting rewarded with a trip to Niccolo’s restaurant.

The Corps made their way to their destination, the train: a new machine designed by Hange and other engineers she had recruited, it would be their way to the restaurant. Everyone stared at it with slack jaws and wonder-filled eyes. It would be your first time on the locomotive.

The Corps rushed forward, all clambering to get on first and sit with their friends and significant others.

You, along with your group of Mikasa, Eren, Armin, Annie, Connie, Sasha, and Jean were the last to file into the last cart.

Pair by pair, your group began filing in. 

You and Jean Kirschtein were last in line to get on the train, and the uncomfortableness you felt surely was justified. After all, the others basically all knew who they would sit near and talk to--Sasha/Connie, Mikasa/Eren, Armin/Annie-- except you two. You couldn’t help but sneak a look at Jean, standing next to you in the line, tallest in your group. His dark eyes looked a bit tired but still had a hard glint of intensity -- probably just excitement to visit the restaurant. You also noted his broad shoulders and a bit of a scruff on his sharp jawline -- characteristics that had not been there before a few years ago, when you had first caught a glimpse when you joined the Corps.

He’d always been attractive. Whenever he smiled at you when you said something to your friend group, whenever he would grasp his hair when he seemed frustrated. And you couldn’t forget his blush and the way his dark eyes glanced away in embarrassment that day you complimented his hair. Although he had seemed intimidating, you had felt a spark of arousal at his blush.

“Y/n. Y/N.” Mikasa frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. C’mon, get on the train!” Connie pouted.

Your eyes snapped up in surprisement. You hadn’t noticed how your mind had drifted into that memory of Jean’s blush, and how everyone, including Jean, was already in the train cart.

“Sorry! I’m coming!” You blushed and clambered on the train.

There was a stretch of awkward silence for a few seconds as you realized the problem.

“Er...why isn’t there room for me?” You asked, frowning a bit.

“The only place you could sit is one of our laps, you could sit on my lap!” Sasha offered, smiling at you, a crumb on her lip. 

“Sasha, don’t forget you have all that food stuffed in your pockets. Y/n might smush it and you would cry later,” Connie said, rolling his eyes before looking up at you apologetically. “Sorry Y/n, but I honestly don’t know where you could sit.”

Silence filled the train car for another second, before you heard Jean’s husky voice. “There’s a small bit of room next to me.”

You gratefully accepted that as your best seat, and tried to squeeze in. One of your legs was against Jean’s and the other one was almost hanging out, but you tried to brush it aside.

As the train lurched forward, you heard Jean’s voice again, this time closer to your ear and a bit softer. “You can move in closer, you might fall off like that.”

“Thanks, Jean.” you reply, inching closer. You became aware of his leg’s warmth against yours. 

“Damn those thighs are strong...“ you thought to yourself.

You sat like this for a while, in discomfort, listening vaguely to Armin tell Annie about a book he had read.

All of a sudden, your shoulder was jerked to the side and your legs were thrown to the side.

The train had just bumped over a bridge, and you sighed in annoyance until you realized the position you were in: Jean’s steely thighs under your own, his warm chest on your back, and the tickle of his hair on the top of your left ear.

You immediately flushed red, and were about to scramble off his lap until his right hand gently patted your shoulder. You froze.

“Wait, uh. Y/n, I-I think you should wait a while. The road above is a bit bumpy, and the train might throw you off,” he muttered, his face turning that beautiful pink color again as he retracted his hand and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Okay. Thank you so much, Jean,” you said quietly, still aware that you were on his lap. You wondered if he could feel your legs tense up, or smell your hair that you had just washed this morning.

You could feel every breath he took against your back, and every breath you took in smelled like him.

And sure enough, the road ahead was bumpy.

You felt your arousal every time the cart hit a road bump and your sensitive parts rubbed against Jean’s. You hoped he wouldn’t notice, but he appeared to be even more awkwardly tensed up than you about it. His breathing had become a bit erratic in your ear and something under your ass was hardening.

When the train ran over a giant rock, you basically bounced up and back down on Jean’s lap.

When this happened, you couldn’t help but let out a small moan before horror filling your face.

Oh fuck.

Jean stiffened behind you, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment. Neither of you said anything else until you got to the restaurant.

You slowly left his lap, not daring to look back behind you, and entered the restaurant to sit with Sasha and try to erase the sensations of sitting on Jean’s lap.

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“I’ll have the steak, medium-rare, please,” you heard Jean’s smooth voice say to Niccolo taking the orders.

He was sitting across from you, and neither of you had mentioned what happened on the train, but it was still fresh on your mind. You couldn’t help but wonder if the slight blush that had been present on his face all meal was from that incident.

As the food came, and you dug in, you couldn’t help but sneak another glance at Jean.

But he was already looking at you with an unfathomable look in his eyes as he took a bite out of his steak.

You quickly looked away.

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After the dinner, the Corps were getting lodging in the town of the restaurant.

You had always roomed with Hitch, but today she seemed to have other plans in mind.

“Y/nnnnnn, I am so sorry.. But could we perhaps do a switch?” she asked, lips breaking into a devious smile.

You frowned at the short-haired girl suspiciously.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Well...I really want to spend the night with Annie and Armin after that dinner, I want to see something. So maybe Armin’s roommate could stay here for the night instead?” she begged.

You frowned. You really didn’t want this, but you knew that Hitch would be really sad if she couldn’t see her friends, so you gave in.

“Fine. But PLEASE make sure his roommate doesn’t stink,” you joked.

“Thank you sooo much!” Hitch grinned, squealing.

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The door lock clicked open as whoever outside twisted the key Hitch had given him, and stepped inside.

“Jean?!”

You heard the click of his shoes as the man stepped in, eyes falling on you. The room seemed a lot smaller all of a sudden. Although you normally felt pretty tall, you felt small next to Jean.

“Hey, Y/n..” he started. “Looks like i’ll be staying here tonight. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Your bed is the one on the left ” You forced a sweet smile on your face. In your mind, however, you were shocked that Jean was the one staying with you. Memories of his strong, warm chest against your back on the train, his dark eyes on you in the restaurant, and his hard bulge ran throughout your mind again, the way they had plagued your thoughts ever since you had left the restaurant.

You heard a warm and slightly tired-sounding chuckle from Jean, and you snapped your head to his direction, eyes narrowing at him.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he smirked as he glanced up from unpacking his clothes in your direction. ”It was just kinda... cute how you were just staring into space just now, I guess. Wonder what you were thinking about”

You rolled your eyes, a blush spreading across your face. I wonder what he’d think if he knew I was thinking of him, you thought to yourself. Hell, he probably knows. 

Another thought passed your mind as you watched him unpacking, the muscles around his neck and arms moving through his thin collared shirt: With the way he was looking at me earlier at that restaurant... I bet I’m not the only one with thoughts of continuing what happened on that damned train...

You smirked and walked up to him casually as a plan moved in your head. He moved his head and looked at you in confusion. 

He then ducked his head down again, focusing back on unpacking his clothes. You could’ve sworn there was a hint of that blush you love on his cheeks again.

“So...say, Jean. You look awfully tired today,” you murmured as you went on your tiptoes and flicked some of his soft hair.

He turned back to you. It was clear now that he was blushing and glancing down at your chest, nipples visible through your thin training shirt.

You thought of how his complexion looked so nice in the small bits of red sunlight filtering through the window and the glow of the lamp on the small bedside table in the room. It was a shame that his shirt covered up the rest of him right now.

“Yeah...it’s been busy recently I guess.” he muttered a bit tightly, his blush growing deeper as he rubbed the stubble on his chin.

“We should get more time to relax,” you sighed and flopped down on the bed right next to the pile of clothes he was unpacking.

Jean looked at you sprawled on the blankets. You gave him another smile and patted the area beside yourself on the bed. He rolled his eyes at you but gave you a small smile back as he sat down beside you a bit stiffly.

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes as you pulled him to lay down properly beside you, your thighs touching.

“I-uh-” he stammered, clearly not sure what to say now that you two were in such close proximity, and he could feel your warmth next to him.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything,” you explained to him. “I’ve just been so tired and stressed as well, I just wanted to relax tonight.”

You shifted a bit closer to him on the bed. He didn’t say anything or move in the next couple of seconds, the two of you just enjoying the moment in the bed before the stress of the next day’s training and planning would hit.

You sighed softly. How long had it been since you had felt this tired? Sure, the titans on Paradise were basically eliminated--but you were not naive enough to think that this would be the end of your journey as a soldier. Just the thought of encountering more titans across the sea that would threaten your friends and family made you almost sick.

Your pretty face crumpled into a bitter frown.

“Y/n…” he said slowly.

“What?” you replied, looking up at him through your eyelashes, eyes tired.

“I...I want you to be happier.” he muttered, turning to you and fixing his dark eyes on your face. “I know you’ve been stressed recently, pushing yourself during training and so have I, but...stay safe, okay? I’m worried about you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Yeah, Hitch and Sasha and Mikasa teased you about training too hard a lot and always checked up on you, but this was the first time someone had noticed you weren’t happy doing this much training, and how you sometimes pushed yourself to limits that you knew you couldn’t keep up.

Overwhelmed with surprise and emotion, you threw your arms around Jean and put your chin on his shoulder. His muscles immediately tensed around you, and his warm hands wrapped around your waist, fitting perfectly in its dips.

You buried your face in his neck, breathing in his delicious smell of wood and wine.

Your thoughts were running at a million miles per hour, and you figured you could be more vulnerable with him now.

“Jean, I...I really liked sitting on you on the train today.” you blurted out, still hugging him.

He went stiff for a moment, and you feared you had ruined the moment between you two until he chuckled, the vibrations from his chest spreading to you.

“Yeah...I liked it too.”

You broke off the hug to look at him, only to find him already looking at you and smirking.

Before you know it, his lips were connecting to yours, and your hands were running through his soft hair and tugging the ends to get him closer to you somehow. He broke off the kiss, and you furrowed your brows, but then felt his lips on your neck, sucking it and definitely leaving marks that would last for the next couple of days.

You let out a soft moan that he responded with by marking your neck even harder. You felt his lips curl into a smirk on your neck.

“Jean...have you done this before?” you murmured.

“Uh…” he said.

Before he could finish his response, you pulled his hair and pulled him off of your neck.

“Relax…” you said, tilting your head to give him your own smirk as you trailed your hand down his chest, rapidly unbuttoning the buttons of his thin shirt and feeling the hard planes of his chest stiffen under your hand. “I want to make you feel less stressed too.”

He groaned. “Y/n...you really don’t have to do this,” he muttered, looking away from you as if embarrassed.

You smiled up at him from your position in between his thighs, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants off before running your hand over his muscular thighs.

“I want to, though. I want to taste you,” you said, keeping eye contact with him.

His dick was longer than you expected, flushed a warm color and with a slight curve at the tip that you knew would hit that spot in you later that brought you the most pleasure.

He let out a choked whimper at the first time your warm tongue touched his throbbing member, his thighs tensing and veined hands clenching the bedsheets.

You continued to pepper small licks around his dick, giving him comments that made him even harder, if that were even possible, like “You look so nice like this.” and “Stay still for me, okay?”

The way the 6”3 man was now completely at your mercy, his head tilted back and muscles tensed, made you get slicker down there.

“F-fuck, Y/n....” he groaned, peering down at you and your flushed face through the messed up strands of hair that your hands had been running through earlier.

You smirked as he continued to groan.

“But I’ve only been licking your tip? Why are you so sensitive?” you teased him, a string of saliva connecting your mouth and his tip. He only let out another moan in response, his tip twitching again.

You relaxed your throat and began to take him down completely, although his length barely fit in your mouth.

Jean let out even more moans, moaning your name and “fuck” repeatedly. A sheen of sweat covered his chest, glistening in the moonlight and lamp light, and you marveled at the sight.

After a few more times of deep-throating him, he suddenly reached his hands down and yanked your head roughly off of his dick. You looked at him, confused at the sudden demeanor change, still wanting to feel him pulse beneath your tongue and see him lose all his control.

“I was about to cum, but I want to wait until I’m inside of you”, he explained. “Now, it’s my turn to taste you.”

He pulled you up from your position between his legs, and roughly pulled off your shirt so that your breasts were out, and you pulled off your shorts and underwear yourself. The cold air hit your sensitive parts, making them even more sensitive.

When you were on his bed, exposed to his dark eyes trailing over your body that you were proud of from all your days of training, you felt heat rush between your legs.

You pushed your legs together, embarrassed all of a sudden, but Jean lowered his body and bent his head down so that he was hovering above your thighs, and spread your legs for you, his grip as tight as steel.

“Don’t hide from me,” he commanded.

You let out a moan in response, loving the feel of his hands pressing into your soft thighs. You knew where this was heading, and the anticipation made your head dizzy.

Jean lowered his face so that you could feel his breath on you, and you whimpered in anticipation. At the first contact of his tongue on you, you moaned, because no other guy had done this with you. You vaguely thought of how after tonight, no other guy would ever compare to how you felt with Jean.

“Jean…” you moaned.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I thought you would,” he responded, as he sucked your clit and ran his tongue through your folds.

As he continued eating you out, his grip still preventing your thighs from closing, he let out some of his own groans that made you even wetter, and combined with your moans to make the best sounds you had heard in your life.

“Jean…” you repeated, gripping his granite-colored hair in your hands. “I want you in me now.”

Jean gave your clit one last kiss before he got up, licking his lips.

He smiled at you, loving the sight of you as a panting mess on his sheets. His dick was rock hard already, wanting to be inside of you.

You blushed when you saw the wetness on his stubble, but he seemed to not mind at all. Jean began rubbing his tip on you, and thrust his hips forward all of a sudden, even though you were still recovering from your previous orgasms.

When he slid in easily, due to how wet you were, both of you moaned at the sensation.

“Oh fuck...you fit me perfectly.”

The sight of Jean, strands from his side parted hair falling into his forehead, darkened with sweat, made you moan even more. His eyes were fixated on you, begging for more of his dick and for him to go faster.

The intensity of his stare made you look away, blushing and moaning, but his large fingers grabbed your chin and made you look back at him.

“Don’t look away.” he scolded.

“A-alright.” you moaned, looking back into his eyes.

He began to pound into your faster, eyes never leaving yours, his hand making his way to grope your breasts before settling around your throat, not pushing very hard but probably leaving marks there.

You seemed to be sucking him into you every time he pulled out again, which made his rough thrusting irresistible and his moans louder.

The intensity of the pleasure you felt every time he fucked you this good made your eyes roll back and sweat to cover both you and Jean’s bodies. 

“Jean...I’m coming soon…” you moaned.

“Me too.” he gritted his teeth and slowing his thrusts so that they were precise and deep.

“Please…” you moaned, not sure what you were begging for: some sort of release, anything, as you clawed his back.

“Please what?” he groaned.

“Please...let me cum…” you whimpered.

Jean groaned at your pretty sounds, so desperate for release, and began thrusting harder.

It was as if he couldn’t control his deep thrusts. You had known that curve in his dick would hit you at the right spots, but now that you were actually experiencing it, you were sure you were in heaven.

With a cry, both of you came, Jean cumming into the condom. He gave you a few more lazy thrusts to milk out your broken cries before he pulled out and leaned down over your naked body to kiss you.

“Y/n… That was amazing.” he blushed again, seemingly shy all of a sudden after he had just fucked you into almost-a-coma.

“I could say the same to you, Jean…” you smiled.

He went into the bathroom and got something to clean you up with.

“We made a mess on the sheets,” you groaned into the pillow. “Hitch is gonna tease me so bad about this tomorrow.”

Jean laughed, his eyes crinkling at you. 

“Whatever. But you look so pretty right now Y/n. How could she tease you when you look so pretty?” he joked.

“You’re too sweet, Jean…” you smiled back at him as he clambered slightly awkwardly back into the small bed with you.

Damn, I am so lucky, you marveled to yourself as he put his arm around you and pulled you closer to his chest. You buried your face into his chest, breathing in his scent. His usually meticulous hair was now messy and tickling your ear again.

“You know … Ymir was right about you having a horse cock…” you giggled.

Jean frowned, pulling you off his chest to look you in the eyes. “What the fuck?!” he snorted, but his lips were pulling up into a smile.

The rest of the night was filled with you two laughing and joking about trivial matters, distracting you from the pain and loss that would happen the next year. But that night was one out of many special nights between you and Jean only.

Hitch took one glance at your messy hair, eye bags, and goofy smile the next morning and instantly began squealing.

“I TOLD YOU SO, SASHA!” she screamed.

Connie and Sasha smirked at you, whispering something about how they had known it since they had caught Jean staring at you during training when you first joined the Corps.

“Hitch...shut up please…” you groaned, exchanging a look with Jean, who was blushing again.

[bionic-buckyb]

Taking Chances: Part 3

A Bucky x Thor x Reader / Polyamorous Roomate AU series

Masterlist

-; In a city like Brooklyn, finding a new apartment at short notice is next to impossible. Luckily for you, your best friend Wanda knows two friends who’ve been searching a third roommate. Bucky and Thor are ideal housemates, almost too good to be true, and they both want to show you how much they care about you - together.

A/N: Ahhhh, okay here’s part 3. I have been so self deprecating with my writing recently, I really hope you guys like this part. Thank you to @howlingbarnes for looking over this for me and for always being so supportive of me. Thanks for telling me not to be so hard on myself.  Every ask, reblog, reply, and like is SO appreciated. Let me know what you think, and if you want me to continue. ♥ 

Word Count: 2,268

Tags: (at the end)

Warnings: - polyamorous relationship. if this makes you uncomfortable, don’t read it.  - eventual smut, just not yet. i’ll tag appropriately when it does come up and mark the post as sensitive.  - bacon eating. if you’re a vegetarian, just pretend it’s vegan bacon.  - language. 

*gifs are not mine. (gifs were found on google and did not have a direct source)

At some point, during your impromptu movie night with Bucky and Thor, you’d fallen asleep. Whether it was the extreme closeness of their massive bodies to your own, or the overall safe feeling they radiated around you like a force field, you weren’t sure, but you definitely didn’t mind. All of the blankets and pillows were still laid out, the mix of their colognes swirling around you in a delicious cloud. One particularly large, fluffy blanket was tucked underneath your sides, wrapped around you like a cocoon. You were so comfortable that moving from this spot seemed like the absolute worst idea.

Half expecting to open your eyes and see a beautiful man on each side of you, both spots were disappointingly vacant. Better off, you thought, wiping dried drool from your cheek, feeling the embedded lines from your pillows on your chin. I don’t even want to know what I look like right now…

Pushing yourself up with your hands, you stretched long and wide, letting out the loudest, most obnoxious yawn possible. You shivered, as the cold air from the cracked window adjacent creeped up your pajama shorts.

“Fuck!” you cried, grabbing the blanket that had just cased you like a sausage and wrapped it around yourself tight again. You inhaled the scent that wafted from it, the smell reminding you of Thor the most; earthy, with a hint of spice. As you began walking down the hallway that led to the kitchen, you started picking up different kinds of smells. The best being the freshly brewed coffee that someone had just made, followed by the scent of crispy, smoked bacon. The last was the smell that reminded you so much of Bucky; undertones of vanilla, with a sandalwood dusting. Rough, yet sweet. Your mouth was watering, and you weren’t sure if it was from the amazing smells, or from the memories of the bed you shared last night, with two of the most gorgeous men you’d ever seen.

And then you stopped, right in the hallway, dead in your tracks.

You shared a bed last night, with Thor and Bucky. You slept beside them, close to them. Intimately. Your heart began to hammer in your chest. What if things were weird now? You lived with them.

Don’t be a pussy about this, you thought to yourself, clenching your fists. If they didn’t want to fucking cuddle with you, they would have never done so. You didn’t force them.

Them.

The word hung in the air around you. It was never just Bucky or Thor for you. Your heart always wanted both, unable to choose between them, and it made you feel so greedy.

Finally, after taking several deep breaths, you managed to finish your walk into the kitchen, wrapping the blanket around you tighter for emotional support.

Bucky was sitting on the middle stool, leaning on the island in the center of the room, his thumb scrolling over the screen of his cell phone. His deep, chestnut hair was mussed all over the top of his head, like a rooster. It made you giggle audibly, and his head turned quickly at the sound. His face erupted into an ear splitting smile, the soft crinkles by his eyes appearing. With eyes of the deepest blue, he looked at you, and your world stopped.

“Good morning, doll,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close. He kissed you softly on the cheek, his thick scruff just brushing your cheek, sending chills down your spine.

“Hi,” you murmured awkwardly, your brain turning to mush every time his pet name for you slipped between those perfect lips. You cleared your throat. “How did you sleep?”

You were starting to get warm in the kitchen, so you folded Thor’s blanket onto one of the vacant stools and walked to the cabinet where the mugs are stored.

“Better than I ever have before,” he replied. His voice was deep, still coated with sleep. Even with your back turned, you could feel his eyes on you. “And you?”

Grabbing a mug, you filled it with coffee halfway. After adding some sugar and creamer into the dark liquid, you grabbed a spoon and sat next to Bucky. That’s when you noticed the plate of bacon sitting on the island.

“LIke a rock,” you answered him, stirring your coffee and taking a sip. The bacon was right under your nose now, and it smelled even better up close. “May I?”

“Of course,” Bucky answered, pushing the plate towards you. “I made this for you. I figured you’d be starving, and I know how much you love bacon.”

Your heart caught in your chest. A man who knows your favorite food is always a keeper. A silence fell over you both, as you shoved pieces of bacon in your face. Bucky’s sudden turn towards you made you jump, but he didn’t notice. He was intent on something.

“Hey, listen,” he said, quickly, grabbing your hand. You stopped chewing and your entire body went rigid, paying as close attention to him as possible. You bit your lip. “If me or Thor went too far last night, please let me know. We were worried we may have gotten a bit too… comfortable.”

The fact that he was even asking you made your heart swell three sizes larger that day.

“No!” you almost shouted, immediately embarrassed. “I mean, no. It was… great.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes lighting up.

“Yeah…. I mean, I felt so safe. It was totally pure, and I felt that.”

“O-okay, cool,” he stammered, carding his fingers through his hair. A nervous tick. He was smiling so wide, looking down at his hands. “Great.”

You suddenly felt brave, your heart acting out before your brain could advise against it. You grabbed his hand, wrapping your fingers in his like the night before.

“I like this,” you whispered, resting your chin on his shoulder. “All of this.”

“So do we,” Bucky said softly, his head leaning back to boop yours, just to feel the connection.

“We?” you muttered into his skin.

“Yes of course, me and Thor.”

At the mention of his name, you remembered his wet, naked body from yesterday and you swallowed hard at the memory. You noticed his absence, half expecting his booming voice to fill the kitchen any moment.

“Where is he anyway?” you asked, popping another piece of bacon in your mouth.

“He ran to the store. When he gets back, you should talk to him.”

“I will,” you nodded, butterflies flapping their delicate wings in your stomach. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

You got up from the stool and kissed Bucky on his cheek, letting your fingers graze along his shoulder as you walked away.

“Need any company?” he asked boldly, and you stopped to turn around. He had a cheeky smile on his face and, to be completely honest, you did want his company. But your brain was able to stop your heart this time, before you dove too deep.

“Not today,” you winked, giving him your cutest smile. “I’ll take a raincheck. Thanks for the bacon.”

You swallowed your lies, knowing full well you wanted him to join you in the shower, as you practically skipped to the bathroom. Before anything happened with Bucky, it was important that you talked to Thor first.

Fuck, you thought, holding onto the handle of the bathroom door. You’re falling for both of them...

Thor walked in from the store and saw Bucky sitting at the island in the kitchen. He put the bags of groceries on the counter, starting to put them away.

“Hey,” he greeted Bucky.

“Hey man.”

Thor walked down the opposite hall and heard the shower running.

“How’s she doing?” Thor asked his friend. “Was she okay about last night?”

“She was, surprisingly. She said she enjoyed it.”

Thor smiled. Bucky chuckled.

“Do you really think she’d be okay with… this?”

“I think she would,” Bucky answered with confidence. “You should see the way she looked at me this morning when I made her bacon.”

“I just want her to be comfortable. I don’t want her to feel awkward.”

“Look, Thor,” Bucky started, putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “She’s amazing, we both know this. You and I both fell in love with her basically the first day she moved in here. Talk to her, tell her how you feel. Once she hears both sides, she can make a decision for herself.”

“You’re right, brother,” Thor replied, fist bumping his best friend. “You’re always right.”

“But I must say,” Bucky said playfully. “I get the vibe she likes me more.”

“We’ll just see about that…” Thor answered, walking down the hallway towards your bedroom. He had noticed the shower wasn’t running anymore.

Knock, knock, knock.

You had just finished getting dressed, taking a brush to your hair, when someone knocked on your door.

“It’s just me,” Thor said through the wood, and your stomach tightened. “May I come in?”

“Of course,” you replied, as he opened the door.

He looked just as good as the last time you saw him, if not even better. His dirty blonde hair was perfectly styled to look messy, spiking every which way on the top of his head. His blue eyes were fixed on you so intently, it made you start to sweat. They were blue, just like Bucky’s, but where Bucky’s were a deep sapphire blue, Thor’s were icy; like the clearest spring in a fantasy world. He was smiling at you, and he reached out to take your hand.

“Hi,” he breathed, his massive chest rising and falling under his loose grey t-shirt. Every muscle could be seen underneath. You struggled to catch your breath in his presence.

“Hi,” you managed to squeak back, taking his hand and allowing him to squeeze it.

It was in this moment that you realized that he and Bucky were total polar opposites. Bucky was quieter, more sensitive yet still ruggishly handsome in every way. Thor was a force to be reckoned with; all muscle and brawn but with a soft inner core. And yet, they were both perfect. The two types you needed to balance you out; your ying and yang.

“Is it okay if we talk about last night?” Thor asked, your hand disappearing in his; his thumb brushing over your palms.

“Y-yes, of course,” you replied, feeling nervous. You always felt anxious around Thor, but it was mostly because you wanted him to jump your bones.

“Are you okay with what happened? Bucky and I don’t want to overstep any boundaries. We want you to be comfortable in your own home, and we will do anything to make you happy.”

Anything…

He and Bucky had been so open and honest with you since you moved in. They wouldn’t judge you and it was time for you to speak your truth.

“I’m more than okay with what happened,” you answered, looking down at your feet. Looking into his face was like looking into the sun. “I mean, literally nothing like that has ever happened to  me before so it was… new. But totally enjoyable.”

“Would you like for it to happen again?”

You swallowed.

“Yes…”

Thor let go of your hand and let his palm find the small of your back, pulling you straight to him. Your bodies were touching now, his lips merely inches from your own. Your head was spinning. His fingers traced your cheek, cupping your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“We can give you the world, my love,” he said, licking his bottom lip. It was so sinful, just his tongue peaking out of his mouth, that you would have ripped your clothes off for him right there if you didn’t have enough sense. “With merely your word of approval.”

You were drunk off of his aura, everything about him drew you in deeper. Hanging on his every word, your eyes glazed over as he leaned down and placed the softest kiss to your cheek. He had you hooked, line and sinker.

“S-so like a… relationship?”

“We can be whatever you want us to be. Bucky and I are okay with that, as long as we both can have you. As long as you’re happy.”

Both…

Thor saw your confusion on your face and began to rub your back.

“I know this a lot,” he said. “But we’re prepared for this. For everything. We’re mentally and, physically, committed to a polyamorous relationship. With you. But only if you’re ready.”

Thor said what Bucky was trying to say at breakfast, what they were both trying to say last night in their touches and affection. You had heard of polyamory before, but had never dabbled in it, nor really knew what it was all about.

“I…” you hesitated, and Thor held onto your words with baited breath, as if his world would be crushed if you rejected him. “Want to know more.”

He smiled, so wide; the toothiest most beautiful grin you’d ever seen.

“Come,” he said, taking your hand again and leading you out of the room. “Let’s go discuss the details with Bucky.”

Thor kissed the top of your hand and sent sparks throughout your entire body. He could still see your nervousness as you hesitated, your brain in overdrive.

“Please don’t worry,” he said. “We’re going to take very good care of you.”

And you definitely believed him.

“I promise.”

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Part 4

[scftuan]

Pick Your Poison (part 9)

Genre: horror/romance

Rating: M

Characters: Baekhyun x reader

Warnings: some smexy stuff I guess???

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In the days that followed, you and Baekhyun fell into a way of life that was simultaneously awkward and enjoyable.

The torments ceased (though they’d become less frequent in previous weeks), the odd conversations with Baekhyun concerning your ‘place’ in the manor also ceased.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think you were simply living with a roommate.

Albeit if a roommate randomly disappeared for trips to the office and occasionally asked to feed on you.

That was another thing, Baekhyun had stopped forcing himself on you, both physically and otherwise; it was almost endearing the way he’d shyly ask to feed, if he had a heartbeat he’d probably be flushing with embarrassment.

And while all of these changes made you happy, you held an uneasy feeling in your stomach, the feeling of knowing you were still kidnapped, that Baekhyun had done things that would be considered unforgivable, and that you really should be demanding to leave right that instant.

Yet the longer you spent with Baekhyun, the further this feeling was pushed down.

You discovered that Baekhyun was an avid lover of music (particularly musicals which you often caught him singing along to at random moments), he had a tendency to scrunch up his nose when he was concentrating or was bothered by something, he was terrible at improvisational rapping (don’t ask the context), he could make a joke out of anything, his face lit up whenever he smiled (and his boxy grin was enough to make your heart do funny things), and he was only slightly self conscious about his height (which you swear you only slightly teased him about).

And it was because of these things that your uneasiness began to grow.

Because if you weren’t careful, you might just find yourself falling in love with Byun Baekhyun.

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“What’s the largest city in Europe?”

You rolled your eyes, burying your face further into the book you’d randomly pulled from the library. “I don’t know Baekhyun. You’ve been alive a lot longer than I have, shouldn’t you know?”

You could practically hear his pout as he replied, “Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I’m exceptionally smart, I need all the help I can get.”

You tried to hide your grin behind your book, though somehow you had a feeling Baekhyun suspected it, “The great Byun Baekhyun, CEO of Moonlight Enterprises, admitting that he is actually an idiot.”

Glancing up from your book, you saw Baekhyun’s mouth open and close several times, as if he just grasped his confession.

It happened so fast you barely realized what was happening. One moment Baekhyun had been sprawled on the couch, busily concentrating on his crossword, the next he was standing over you, something almost mischievous flashing in his dark eyes.

“Well,’ he murmured, leaning down until he was just a little too close for comfort, “there are other things that I am extremely well versed in.”

Your breath hitched and out of surprise you dropped your book, which landed with a soft thud on the carpet, though in this situation it sounded like a gun going off.

“O-oh really?” You began, surprised to find that somehow you’d shifting onto the arm of the chair, as if that would get you farther away from the creature in front of you. “Pray, do tell.”

Baekhyun gave you that shit eating grin and continued with his last train of thought. “There are things that can’t be properly explained, rather they must be shown,” he paused here and made a point to lean closer his lips barely a breath away from the shell of your ear, “instructed, as it were.”

You swallowed down the half sigh half groan that threatened to escape you and tried to reply. “I’m afraid I do not fully understand, you’ll have to forgive my lack of knowledge.”

If you thought Baekhyun couldn’t look more self satisfied, you were wrong.

The previously mentioned young man straightened himself, tossed out a careless ‘thats what makes it all the sweeter,’ then grabbed your hand and practically dragged you out of the room.

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“Baekhyun!” You yelped, stumbling after him as he lead you up the stairs, down unfamiliar hallways, and finally into a large, dimly lit room that you had never been in before.

As your eyes adjusted to the lighting, you noticed that it was a bedroom. A bed similar to your own lay on the far wall, furnishings also not much different from your own decorated the rest of the room; the only difference was the distinct smell of pine and mint and something else. “Baekhyun,” you tried, hoping your voice didn’t shake too much, “where are we?”

You turned around to see Baekhyun, his messy hair barely disguising the hungry gleam in his eyes, standing much closer than you’d originally thought. “Well love,” he murmured, one hand moving the cup your face, his thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheek, the other hand moving to hold your waist, the grip both loose and restricting all at once, “we’re in the room where you will get your next lesson in the things I’m knowledgeable about, the first didn’t really count considering we never discussed what we had learned. Perhaps you still remember a thing or two?”

As Baekhyun’s lips ghosted across your skin (everywhere from your ear to your forehead to your eyelids to your cheek, finally your lips and then back around again), you contemplated briefly stopping this. But as Baekhyun found a particularly sensitive spot on your skin that made you sigh, you decided to let it go just this once.

Once your consent had been given, Baekhyun’s actions took an aggressive turn. His mouth trailed down to your neck, his teeth scraping gently against the skin before soothing it with his tongue and lips. Your fingers had found purchase in the fabric of Baekhyun’s shirt, your thoughts too muddled to realized you’d been moved backwards until your legs hit the bed and you fell awkwardly onto the covers, pulling Baekhyun along with you.

It was only with Baekhyun now on top of you (half laying half hovering) did you fully register what was going to happen if you didn’t stop it now.

But Baekhyun’s mouth was too distracting, his hands too electrifying as they traced the curves of your body. You barely made a sound as he tugged off your clothing, his mouth now tracing every spot his hands had been (and they’d been quite a few places), in fact you let your eyes flutter shut and allowed the sighs and soft moans you’d held back earlier to fill the room.

“Baekhyun.” You said softly, your fingers working to force him out of his own clothes (and no, you were definitely not impatient to map out Baekhyun’s body with your hands or to trace the defined muscles and ridges of his chest and stomach), you ignored his soft chuckle and instead pressed a firm kiss to his lips, effectively silencing him for the time being.

Once you were both rid of anything between you, the air suddenly became almost tense. For a moment, you both stared at each other; you became hyper aware of the feeling of him, of his skin against your own, of his hands on either side of your head in order to hold himself up.

“Y/n,” his said, his voice hoarse (from what you weren’t exactly sure), “do you really want this?”

He was giving you an out, and in that moment your heart did a strange flip, for Baekhyun had never asked for your consent before, the old Baekhyun would not take no for an answer.

And in that moment you knew.

You pushed yourself up, just enough to bring your lips to his ear, “yes.”

Baekhyun’s eyes flashed with something before he accepted your final answer, his body moving and fitting with yours so perfectly it was almost too good.

You didn’t recall much from your first time with Baekhyun, only that it had been a surprisingly pleasurable experience and that sometimes you’d wake up in the middle of the night in a sweat caused by certain ‘moments’ you’d dreamed about. But this time was different. This time you felt every press of his lips, felt every movement of his body against yours, heard every sigh and groan.

And when Baekhyun finally brought you to that moment, that moment where you saw stars and your body screamed for you to press even more impossibly close to him, where you finally collapsed together, a tired mass of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies, where you both were pulled under by exhaustion, you knew.

You knew it as you stared at Baekhyun’s now sleeping form, his ethereal beauty still enough to take your breath away.

You knew it as your own mind drifted off to sleep, one of your hands managing to tangle its fingers through Baekhyun’s.

You knew that you were very close to falling in love with him.

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The days that followed proved to be a mix of good and bad.

Good because you and Baekhyun had practically become friends with the way you joked and talked with each other (though Baekhyun still steered clear of any subject involving family).

Bad because Baekhyun now used this to his advantage and found the most inopportune times to play with your body how ever he wished.

It was especially bad considering how poorly you fought off his advances. He’d discovered quite a few of your weaknesses and would always use them to stop your protests. In fact, since that second night together, he seemed to make it his mission to either

1. Get you to sleep with him in just about every possible spot in the house.

2. Use other forms of sexual pleasure (ones you were too embarrassed to even think about).

3. Or at the very least get you flustered.

Your only escape from his both wanted and unwanted attentions was sending him to the office (which he did very reluctantly these days).

It was on his days out of the house that you would find time to go and visit Jongin.

The tall boy had been acting rather strangely since that night he’d found you asleep in the stable. He still conversed well, told you jokes, gave you his dazzling smile, but there was a coldness behind it. He didn’t laugh quite so easily, he made comments that you didn’t quite understand (though you were sure they weren’t completely well meant), and his smile almost seemed forced.

Had you offended him? You’d always considered Jongin to be a good friend, especially during your first days with Baekhyun, but now you wondered if Jongin considered you the same. Perhaps he’d grown bored of your company?

Finally it became too much, and you blurted out just how you felt about the situation.

“Jongin!” You finally said, rising from your spot where you’d been sitting cross legged on a pile of hay as you watched him go about his work.

At the sound of your voice, he froze, his back (which was turned to you) turning rigid. His voice was stiff in his reply: “Yes?”

You frowned, taking a few steps closer, “Have I done something wrong? Have I said anything to offend you? Please tell me why I have suddenly gone from being a friend to a stranger so that I may fix it.”

Jongin glanced back over his shoulder at you, his expression was neutral as he replied, “You’ve done nothing wrong Y/n, I’ve simply been tired from work and don’t have much extra energy for small talk.”

The reasoning was understandable enough, yet you still felt burned by his words, as if he’d called you something degrading and told you to leave him alone.

Sighing, you brushed past him and decided to head back to the manor sooner rather than later.

You chose to ignore the jolt of something you felt as your arm brushed against his, believing it was just your active imagination.

But you weren’t sure if it was your imagination when you looked back and saw Jongin staring darkly after you.

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It was nearing late afternoon when you got back to the manor, Baekhyun nowhere in sight. Shrugging, you’d gone about the rest of your day as if nothing was amiss (though the image of Jongin’s expression as you left never left your mind).

Afternoon and evening passed, and by nightfall you were starting to become worried. Baekhyun still had not returned from work, and the shadows that filled the place, mixed with your own uneasy thoughts, began to play dark tricks on your mind.

What if Baekhyun was hurt? What if he’d just abandoned you, leaving you to die in this house alone? You mind swirled with every situation imaginable, though it still didn’t prepare you for what happened when he arrived.

You had stayed on the couch, knees pulled up to your chest and arms holding onto your legs as you huddled into yourself, your teeth chewing at your lip nervously. The sound of a door opening and closing startled you from your bubble and you jumped up, forgetting to proceed with caution as you rushed into the entry hall.

You barely withheld a scream as you took in what was before you.

It was Baekhyun, his hair in his face, his breathing shallow, his skin turning pale and his cheeks taking on an almost sunken look.

But thats not what scared you. What scared you was the amount of blood that covered him. His clothes remained intact (although he’d lost his suit jacket), albeit dirty and stained with blood; you noticed also that the blood seeming to actually come from him, and that his hair had been matted by the dirty substance.

“Y-Y/n,” he said weakly, his body half slumped against the door. You didn’t have time to properly react as he collapsed, his eyes closing as he landed with a hard thud on the ground.

Before you could stop yourself, you had sprinted over to him, you body kneeling and your hands moving to drag at least half of Baekhyun into your lap, his head resting against your arm as you cradled him as close as you could manage and his bloodied form just brushing against your legs.

“Baekhyun!” You exclaimed, “Baekhyun wake up!”

Baekhyun groaned weakly, his eyes fluttering. You could barely assess the damage in the dim light, but you knew Baekhyun was hurt and that he needed something quick or else-no, you wouldn’t think about that.

Not even stopping to think, you took your free arm and pressed your wrist against his mouth. “Baekhyun, Baekhyun,” you murmured, “drink this please.”

You could tell Baekhyun wanted to protest, but in his half delirious state he obeyed, his lips finding purchase against your skin as his teeth sunk into your veins.

You bit back a whimper and let him drink, the color immediately returning to his skin with the more blood he took. When he seemed properly fed and you were beginning to feel slightly lightheaded, you gently pried your arm away from him (though he offered some strong resistance at first before seemingly coming to his senses and releasing you).

A moment later, Baekhyun sat up, his face turning to you as he looked at you in shock (you chose to ignore the thin trail of blood that trickled from his mouth).

Under his gaze, you quickly looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling embarrassed though you didn’t know why. “What?” You mumbled, not bothering to look back up.

“Nothing.” He said disbelievingly, “It’s just...thats the first time you’ve let me drink from you without asking.”

You looked back up at that revelation, your eyes locking onto his as a million things went through your mind that you both did and didn’t want to convey.

“Yeah,” you said, the sound coming out soft and breathlessly, “I guess I did.”

[bubblepuddles]

Blue Margarita (Bucky Barnes x Reader) part 1/?

                       ~ In memory of the first drink that made me puke ~

                                 Was it the drink? Maybe it was the salt.

Summary (not really): What do regular college students do on a Friday night? Party, of course. College AU. Assumes certain aspects of the reader. Mentions of alcohol. Drink responsibly!

"You're going, right?"

You felt your roommate look at you from head to toe. Clad in pajamas and fluffy slippers, you were lazily lounging on the couch while munching on some cereal. It was almost 9 PM, but who's going to arrest you for eating cereal at night?

"Um, about that---"

"I'm not taking any excuses this time."

You hung your head in defeat. Natasha was your best friend (and roommate), but you were polar opposites. She was outgoing, popular, and sociable. Her grades are a little above average and yet she still manages to make time for parties every other friday night. You on the other hand, while your grades were outstanding, were more recluse, serious, and, well, responsible. Everyone you knew that went to frat parties get shitfaced. Everyone. It also didn't help that this particular party she was dragging you to was one of the most awaited parties of the semester. Civil War. Sounds intimidating. Why was it called that again?

"Nat, you know I don't drink much. I can basically count the times I've had something alcoholic with one hand. And I've only ever gotten tipsy once. I don't want to force you to come home with me after an hour because I got shitfaced after thirty minutes." You explained, your eyes pleading. You tried to play it off as though the only thing holding you back was you preventing her from having a good time, but really, the whole situation made you uncomfortable. Being in a large group of strangers made you extremely anxious, but in the back of your mind, you knew that exposing yourself to your fear would be the thing that can help you out the most.

"But," Nat started, turning her back towards you so she could rummage through your closet to look for something you could wear. "That could also mean that you have a really strong tolerance. And honestly, I won't mind going home after an hour if that meant you went out with me."

Her hand stopped at a particular dress, taking it out from the rack to fully marvel at its design. She turned to you, holding the dress against her torso, a devious smirk on her face. "I didn't know you owned something like this. How come you never wear it?"

A small smile crept up to your face when you saw the dress Nat was holding. "You only break the glass in case of emergencies, Natasha.”

"Well, here's our emergency. My roommate won't come with me to the biggest party of the semester and she already bailed on me last year." She said, pushing the hanger into your hands. You sighed.

"Isn't this a little too much though? I thought people only wore casual on frat parties." You said, taking the hanger anyway. It held your precious Little Black Dress, something you bought a long time ago because you told yourself that this was the year you finally come out of your shell. That was two years ago. And the last time you wore it was in the dressing room.

Nat shrugged her shoulders. "People can wear anything to frat parties. There aren't exactly any written rules."

Natasha herself was wearing a scarlet fitted dress, one that definitely accentuated her curves. Her feet were adorned in silver stilettos (how she manages to come home in those after more than 5 hours straight of wear is beyond you) and her hair was in large curls, framing her face and making it seem shorter than it actually was. She was now in front of the mirror, putting on a pair of hoop earrings.

Your eyes went back to the dress in your arms. It was still as gorgeous as you thought it was two years ago, and it doesn’t even have that weird cabinet smell because you made sure to add it to your laundry load every now and then. You sighed, feeling a change of heart stir within yourself. Maybe wearing a bit of makeup would give you more confidence.

You and Natasha walked arm in arm to the front of the frat house. You gave in to her pleading, both because you were guilty for leaving her alone again and because somewhere deep inside of you, you still hope to be more sociable. Maybe then you could bring other friends in your room just like Natasha does sometimes. You breathe in as much courage as you could as you neared the building. It was booming with music, college students with red cups littered everywhere. You noticed some (the ones that were already wasted, in particular) already tumbling their way across wherever the heck they were going. You also noticed that the building was huge, it had four floors but it was even wider than it was taller. Were all frat houses this large?

"Are we late?" You asked Natasha, still gaping at the building in front of you but leaning over to her ear so that she can hear you.

"Nah, don't worry about it." She said as she confidently strutted her way to the front door.

Heads started turning the moment you two walked inside the room, and for a split second, you thought (or hoped, at least) maybe they were looking at you. You quickly brushed the thought off, however, when you started to hear your roommate's name being hooted and hollered from different areas across the room. You didn’t take offense though; it was understandable because she’s the popular one. Few heads also turned your way and you swore you heard some ask their friend who you were. Whether it was a ‘who is she?’ or a ‘who is she?’, you weren’t really sure. Still, you kept your head up and confidently followed your roommate to wherever she was heading. She seemed to know her way around.

"So, where exactly are we going?"

"The pool area's a nice place to start," she said, slightly leaning her head to your ear. "Has everything you’ll need. Fresh air, topless guys, girls in bikinis."

She winked at you, and you knew exactly what she was suggesting. The very thought made you laugh out loud.

"I'm not gonna come home with someone, Nat!” If Y/N in a frat party wasn't wild enough, Y/N hooking up with someone definitely was.

Your roommate grabbed the glass door before turning to look at you and flashing you a sly smile. "Never say never, Y/N."

She slid the door open for the both of you, only to be greeted by a tall figure purposefully blocking your way.

"You're late." A deep voice said, the owner snaking his hand on Natasha's waist. A sly smile crept up on your roommate's face.

"That's only because you started without me." She replied. Your arm has left Natasha's at this point and you were awkwardly standing beside her. The frat house had a pretty large backyard, it had an open area where the swimming pool, a few chairs, and a lawn were. A small shaded area had a pool table, but it was currently being used for beer pong. People were still littered everywhere (just exactly how many people attended?), but most were concentrated by the swimming pool and the beer pong table. When you accidentally locked eyes with a random guy that was eating a girl’s face out in the pool, you finally decided to address the elephant in the room and instead observe the man in front of you. He was dark, tall, and fit; he wore a collared shirt with small Greek letters embroidered on the upper left corner. He was facing Natasha and both his hands were on her waist while her own were folded across her chest. You wondered if they were a couple, but you were sure she would have told you about him if they were. Plus, it seemed like she was serious the last time she cried her heart out to you and swore she’ll never love as hard again. But that’s a story for another time…

"Sorry sweetheart. It’s the other frat’s turn to host. I had no control whatsoever. But you know we could always take the party somewhere else…"

Oh, that’s right. Civil War was hosted by two fraternities. The two fraternities weren’t family, and it all started because of a fight. Or something. Natasha explained it to you once before but you were only half-listening as she came at a bad time: during an intense Pokémon elite four battle. You wonder if she would get angry if you asked about her again but your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden giggle, making you refocus your eyes to the couple in front of you. The giggle came from your roommate, as the man was now openly flirting with her. You were starting to feel like you've been forgotten. Natasha, ever the sensitive one, noticed this and turned to you, her hand reaching for your back. "By the way, Sam, this is my roommate, Y/N."

"Y/N? She’s the one that bailed on you last time, right? Nice to finally meet you." Sam said with a grin, shaking your hand. “I have to thank you for missing out last time though. I owe you one.”

You didn’t understand the context, so you turned to look at Natasha. She rolled her eyes a little. "Y/N, this is Sam. I met him at last year’s party; he was the one that looked after me."

Whoops, looks like there’s another detail you’ve forgotten and only remembered now. Natasha had told you about this guy the morning after last year’s party. He’s also been to your shared room before, along with some other friends, though they were only in the living room and you always made sure to lock yourself up in the bedroom whenever they were there. Natasha told you that they were friends and that they’ve gone to a couple of (friendly) dates. Or at least, friends were all that she said they were. With all the sexual tension present right now, you weren’t quite sure anymore.

"Nice to meet you." You greeted politely, your eyes awkwardly meeting his for a brief second before looking down again. He was so tall, you basically had to move your head just so you could look into his eyes. You suddenly felt a faint tinge of guilt for bailing on Nat last party. You two were only freshmen last year and you left her to attend a party by herself. And although you were sure she'd have instantly made friends, you knew the difference having a familiar face around would make.

A new song had started to play on the speakers. You notice Sam’s head flick at Natasha’s direction, recognition in his eyes.

"Oh my god." Natasha exclaimed, a hand over her mouth as she looked back at Sam. From their body language, you could tell that the song held memories, most likely from last year's party. It almost made you wish you were there. Almost.

"Right?!" Sam exclaimed before bursting into laughter.

No words needed to be spoken at that moment for you to understand that this was the point where you should let them hangout—a.k.a. the point where you should gather your courage, be an independent woman and GTFO. You quickly looked around for an alibi. You didn't want Nat to feel bad for ditching you, even though you were sure that that would happen next. Your eyes eventually found their way to a red cup (But how could they not? They were everywhere!).

"I,uh, I'll get some of what they're having," You said out of the blue, pointing to a random group of people with red cups. "Don't wait for me."

"Y/N?" Natasha said, surprised at your sudden retreating form.

"Have fun!" You silently mouthed to your roommate before swiftly turning your back towards her and making a beeline for the kitchen.

You get to the kitchen, eyeing the little island which was filled with half-filled bottles of alcohol. You took a red cup from the corner and read the different labels, contemplating on what to get.

'Do you fill cups with vodka? What's the salt for..?'

You mentally cursed yourself for having very little knowledge of alcohol. Now you were going to look like a fool in front of people you don't even know. Great.

You were about to grab a random bottle to fill your cup with when two girls passed by in front of you, filling their cups with the only beverage in a tower dispenser. It was blue, and, well, it looked like Gatorade. It shouldn't be too bad, right?

You mimicked the two girls, which had now left the kitchen, and filled your cup with the same blue liquid. You took a quick sip.

Blegh.

You looked over to your roommate, who was still outside with Sam, and found her dancing with a group of people and possibly having a really good time. Sighing, you looked around for a familiar face... and found none. Which was to be expected, really, because your other friends were nerds like you, who'd never be at any party. Other people you knew were only acquaintances, most you've only talked to like once or twice because they had questions about a final project.

You sighed to yourself. Now you really wish you went to last year's party. It could've at least been a decent conversation starter.

An hour had passed with you barely noticing it. You were now sitting comfortably on the couch, looking around in order to rest your eyes after what seemed like your thirtieth round of mobile air hockey. Your drink is now sitting on the coffee table, forgotten, a one inch gap from the blue liquid and the cup's brim.

You noticed that the people around you had significantly changed. Everybody except you seemed like they had too much to drink: from the girl puking in the kitchen sink to the guy standing perfectly still in the middle of the living room. At this point, Natasha was nowhere to be found, possibly leaving the pool area a while ago. You were about to leave the comforts of the couch (after having a lengthy mental argument to yourself) when you felt the right side of the couch sink.

"They say the best way to drink a blue margarita is to dip the rim of the cup in salt." You hear a smooth voice from beside you say. It was a guy, probably around the same age as you. He had a blue band on his wrist, with the same Greek symbols as the ones on Sam’s shirt.

"May I?"

You blinked.

"Uh, sure, go ahead."

He took your cup, wetting the rim with water droplets from an ice bucket. He tapped a bit of salt on the same area. "Try it. You'll never have it plain again."

Your eyes were met with smiling blue orbs, ones you thought you couldn't say no to, even if you wanted to. So you decided to give the drink one more chance. You took a quick sip.

"Mm." You hummed. It tastes better, still like shit, but at least now the familiar taste of salt was there to make it bearable. You still had to force back a disgusted face, though.

"Right?" He grinned, seemingly proud of himself, taking a sip from his own cup.

You observed the boy beside you using your peripheral vision. You could tell that he was good looking, he had his hair slicked back into a low bun, making him look clean. You didn't know him but you were quite certain that he was popular, judging by the number of people coming to greet him. You wonder why he's all alone on the couch with you. As you turned to look at him, you hoped to have summoned the courage to say "Hi" or "Thank you" or something. He catches you off guard, though, when he turns to look at you as well and you suddenly melted on the spot, with your mouth slightly agape as if you were about to talk. But alas, another person had come up to him before any sound could come out of your mouth and soon, they were caught up in a conversation. You averted your eyes back to the drink in your hand and focused on gulping it down instead.

"...why don't you come with us to the back?"

Oh. So this was it. It hasn't even been 5 minutes with this guy and he's already going to be off to the back with some other people. If you knew it'd happen this soon, you would've opened your mouth earlier. It was getting pretty lonely on the couch by yourself.

"Oh, no..."

Hm?

"I, uh," You felt him glance at you. "I'm with my friend."

Friend? You barely exchanged five words with the guy. Not that you complained though. You didn't hear what the other person said after that. All you know is that they're gone now, and that you're left on the couch with your 'friend'… and your other good pal, Awkward Silence.

"Thanks for playing along," You heard him say after a period of silence. "She can be quite... persistent."

He laughed a little, but it was clear that it was an uncomfortable one.

"No need to thank me, I didn't really do anything." You said, smiling at him and meeting those gorgeous blue eyes once more. He seemed surprised at the sudden eye contact, however, and he broke it briefly, looking down at his cup while rubbing his neck. Geez. This guy's actually really good looking.

"I, uh---"

"SHOTS!" A voice interrupted his, an organizer (you thought, judging from the embroidered Greek letters that matched the building’s on the polo shirt he was wearing) suddenly in front of you with a tray of shot glasses. You looked at the brunet beside you. He gave you a small shrug and a quick smile before taking two shot glasses, handing you the one held by his left hand.

Oh dear. Were you ready for shots?

It was now or never, though, because soon, a crowd had formed around the two of you and had started to chant, "Shots, shots, shots!"

You took the shot glass with your right hand and swallowed some courage before bringing it up to your mouth. The strong scent of alcohol filled your nostrils and your reflex made you back away slightly.

"Wait, wait." The guy in front of you said, making you freeze. In a swift movement, he had linked his right arm with yours, making you two tangled in an elaborate, and cliché, position. You hear the crowd cheer louder. Surprised, but also thinking that it was way too late to back out, you just accepted what fate has brought upon you and finally drank the liquid, the brunet following you soon after. You heard the crowd cheer louder.

Your face wrinkled in response to the feeling of the strong liquid burning your throat. "Oh, geez."

You hear him chuckle beside you, causing you to glance at him. He held a lemon slice in front of your lips. "First time? Here."

You usually weren’t so bold so you weren’t sure what came over you. Maybe alcohol does give you courage. You leaned forward a little and took the lemon slice with your teeth. You felt your lips touch his fingertips briefly. When you looked back at him, his eyes were wide and he almost instantly broke off eye contact. His face was slightly red. You wonder whether it was the alcohol... or whether if it was the fact that you did something so bold out of the blue. You weren’t sure what to think, but you were at the brink of assuming the worst when you felt silence start creep up on you once more.

"Show's done, nothing to see here." He said, breaking the silence and waving off the crowd (that you were unaware was still surrounding you). But even after the crowd got thinner, he cleared his throat, turned to you and proposed:

"Do you, uh, wanna... get out of here?"

You looked at him and instantly thought that maybe you shouldn’t have. His steel blue eyes had once again bound you with their spell.

"...sure."

A/N: Wow, Civil War, right? Corny, I know, forgive me. I also purposefully avoided naming the two fraternities because I wasn’t witty enough to think of any (just think of it as Team Cap and Team Iron Man). Will try to update as soon as I can (even though I think I made this chapter a little too long), but I’ll most likely will get swamped by schoolwork soon or maybe even get demotivated. But I’ll try my hardest, I’m in love with the story myself. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! <3 Next chapter