#its giving cherry martini anyone?

[jealousmartini]

NEW ERA ENTERED. I REPEAT. NEW ERA ENTERED.

You guys would NEVER guess whose in the background

[salsakiyoomi]

suna used to be in a band.

it was a small thing back in highschool, the music club had four people and he was the fourth — he played the guitar, he played it really well, in fact, he was the best.

it was a little gig on the side next to his volleyball, he was passionate about it and his mom pushed him into joining the music club for it to maybe grown on him like volleyball did.

in the band, he was the main guitarist and there was a bassist and a drummer and then there was you.

you, the vocalist with the angel voice.

he had never heard someone with such a beautiful voice as yours before.

all of the competitions that he had entered with the band, the primary reason for the winning was you and your voice.

other than the fact that your voice was angel-like and had his ears begging for more — you were charismatic, and he was immediately attracted to you.

although the two of you never interacted much, just a daily minimum, you two talked enough to be labeled as friends.

and although he wouldn't like to admit, he may or may have not developed a teeny tiny crush on you by you two's third year.

he even asked you out for prom, although it was totally platonic.

anyway, years passed and eventually the two of you lost contact although you never really forgot him because he became a top-tier volleyball player and you saw his face everywhere you went and he never really forgot you either because your voice played like a remedy on repeat every night.

none of that really explains why he's seeing you by the bar counter chatting with the bartender right now though.

he's at a bar with his friends, chatting and drinking while the night is still young, and he swears that its you, standing right there and sipping on a martini.

he's debating whether or not to come up and talk to you because if it isn't you, well then this whole thing is going to be very embarrassing for him.

fortunately, his longing side wins and he stands up from the table and walks over to where you are.

he taps at your shoulder and you turn around to look at him and yep — it's definitely you.

“hey.” he says and his voice comes out a little wobbly a little more than he'd like to admit so he gulps and continues, “y/n l/n, right?”

there is a slight smile at your cherry red lipstick lips and you nod.

he smiles and his heart is doing cartwheels because yes, oh thank god it's you, “uh, i don't know if you remember me but, we used to be in band together in highschool, i’m —” you cut him off, “suna rintaro, yeah i remember you.” you say, smiling at him, you take a sip out of your drink then continue, “it's good to see you, suna, i haven't talked to anyone from highschool for a while.”

god, his heart is about to leap out of his chest — because not only does your voice sound as angelic as it was and always will be, but you remember him and god do you look so beautiful right now, standing there with that red dress on and your hair and make up done he could just kiss you —

he clears his throat and tries for a chuckle to not seem awkward, “that's great… would uhm, like to catch up sometime? you know maybe hang out, i could give you my number.”

there is most definitely a blush on his cheeks right now.

you look at him for a moment then giggle, “sure, i'd love to catch up with you.”

“great.” he says.

you smile teasingly at him, “great.”

yeah, that's definitely a score.

[holylulusworld]

The B*tch

Title: The b*tch

Summary: It’s a game for you and Bucky. Sometimes you even burn a whole town down if you must.

Square Filled ‘Second Chances’ for: @buckybingo​​

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Dot, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, language, love-hate relationship (toxic relationship), public blowjob (light), light fingering, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens, no description), mentions of infidelity/break-up, implied/mentions of threesome/foursome, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, forced voyeurism, possessive Bucky, hair pulling, roughness, implied character’s death, therapy, roleplay

Words: 5,3k

2021 BUCKY BINGO masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

A/N: Please head the warnings. The reader and Bucky have a toxic relationship in this. Both are awful people.

“Steve, tell your boss to keep his bitch in line,” you growl, tapping your glass to order another drink. The bartender smirks, watching Steve Rogers, the right-hand man of the most feared man in Brooklyn cower in front of you. “This is my club, and I don’t like hussies at my club, nor whores.”

“Doll, don’t make a fuss,” Steve tries. “I know you and Buck got a war of roses going on, but he didn’t think much of bringing that girl here.”

“I said, I don’t want his whores at my club,” you whip your head to meet Steve’s eyes, narrowing your eyes. “And I don’t mean girls making money with riding dick. I like prostitutes, Stevie. They are always polite and know how to dress. Suzie over there works here every night.”

“Y/N, stop right now. You know every club pays Bucky good money. Every club except for you,” Steve warns.

“I don’t give two shits on Barnes. I make the rules here,” Steve doesn’t like you slide your hand over your thigh, patting the hidden knife. He knows you love to wear a knife strapped against your thigh beneath your crimson silky robe. 

He follows the motion, eyes glued to the slit in your dress, revealing your thigh and the tattoo on it. The one you will remove soon enough.

“Still got the tattoo, doll? I knew you can’t get rid of me completely,” a smug grin on his lips, and a dopily smiling Dot on his arm Bucky waltz toward you as if he owns the club.

“Oh, the trash made it out of the house,” you batt your eyelashes, chuckling lightly. “Didn’t think she can walk on her own.” turning around to face the bartender you give her a sweet smile. “What do you think, Wanda, doll. Does that woman look like she should be at my club?”

“I don’t know, boss,” Wanda smirks. While refilling your drink, she looks at Dot, shrugging as she doesn’t want to get in trouble with Bucky. “I’m not into cheap chicks.”

“Give me two cherries,” you coo, ignoring Bucky fumes right next to you. “Maybe give Steve water to make sure he doesn’t dehydrate. He looks so pale tonight. We don’t want him to get sick.”

“On its way, boss,” snickering Wanda pours Steve water, relieved she doesn’t have to talk about Bucky’s latest arm candy.

“Steve, tell my ex to shut her nasty mouth before I stuff it,” Bucky barks orders at Steve before he sits next to you on his favorite barstool, the one he used to occupy when you still were a thing.

“You wish,” you sip at your martini, looking anywhere but at Bucky. “Why do you come back here? There are other clubs in Brooklyn, with owners liking you, Barnes.”

“I like the atmosphere and the drinks are good,” he smirks, placing his favorite knife onto the bar top. A silent warning for you to watch your tongue. “What can you recommend?”

“To leave,” you quip, sipping at your drink.

“You know, it’s a crime to put cherries into a martini,” Bucky mutters, watching you place one of the cherries on your tongue, moaning at the taste.

“I give a shit on your opinion, Barnes. If you would excuse me now, there are tables, a dancefloor, and restrooms you can use,” you jerk your head toward Dot stand next to Steve, still grinning at you. “Take your bitch and leave me to my drink and the music.”

“Ya know,” Bucky leans closer to breathe in your neck, “you should fuck more often to get the stick out of your ass, my love.” his fingertips ghost over your back, draw circles in your skin.

“Ya know,” you get your knife out to press the tip into Bucky’s crotch before Steve can even flinch, “men like you should watch their tongue and balls. One day someone will break into your house and cut them off. Now go.”

“Little bitch.”

“I used to be your doll,” you say, a little too bitter. “Sadly, you couldn’t keep it in your pants,” you chuckle. 

“Bitch,”

“Cheating bastard,” you dip your head to glance at Dot. “You should hurry to disappoint the next woman. Maybe you will keep your promises this time – huh? Or maybe she’ll get empty promises too.”

“One day someone will cut your sharp tongue off,” you press the tip harder into his crotch, smirking when a hint of pain flashes across Bucky’s features. “Maybe I’ll be the one to do so.”

“Aw, you can’t take the pleasure away from all men in Brooklyn who want a blowjob from me. You know,” leaning closer you brush your lips over Bucky’s ear, “men love it when I use my tongue.”

Bucky shudders, remembering the way you went down on him. Teeth, lips, and tongue. “You weren’t that good.”

“What a pity,” you smirk, hiding the knife in your garter. “I just wanted to remind you how good I can blow you off.”

“You sure?” Steve chokes on his water when you slide off the barstool to pat his cock, right in front of his boss.

“What the fuck, doll?”

“Oh, you believed I wanted to suck your dick?” you chuckle. “No, I wanted to go down on your tall blonde piece of meat and show him a good time.”

“Go ahead and show Steve a good time,” Bucky challenges, watching you slowly unbuckle Steve’s belt.

You don’t care the club is crowded or that Bucky is right next to you and Steve. 

“Y/N, doll,” Steve mumbles when you slide your hand over his chest down to his abs. “Stop, you don’t want to do this.”

“Stevie,” you coo, giving his lips a peck, “you should know I do what I want, and right now,” you tug harshly at his pants, shove them down his legs, “I wanna suck your dick and show you a good time.”

Steve swallows thickly, but what can man do when a woman like you shoves her hand down his boxers to run it up and down his swelling length. 

“Oh, you are packing, sweet Steve,” you moan, hand leaving his boxers too soon to shove the fabric down his thighs.

No one at the club dares to watch you. You’re at the VIP section, the one reserved for and your friends. This part of the club only belongs to you, and you can do whatever you want without anyone spying on you.

“Doll,” Steve’s breathing quickens when you ever so slowly sink to your knees to cup his balls. “You shouldn’t.”

“Don’t tell me what I can do, Stevie,” you smirk, hand fisting his cock harshly. “That’s a nice cock, a big one and I’ll worship it. Don’t you want my lips around your dick?”

“Y-yeah-“ Steve chokes out. “But B-Bucky is right next to us, doll. Can we go somewhere private?”

“No, baby,” chuckling you roughly grip Steve’s cock. “I want to prove a point, Steve, and want to choke on your cock right here and now.”

You lick over the wide head, smiling to yourself when you hear Bucky bark your name. He dangerously growls it, wants you to stop but you relax your jaw and go for the goal.

“If you dare to suck his dick, I’ll end your life,” he growls. “Y/N, I’m warning you, doll. Don’t you-“

It’s too late, you suckle at the tip of Steve’s cock, ignoring Bucky throws a tantrum.

“What, James? You told me I’m boring and you want to move on with a hotter chick. Obviously, Stevie has a different opinion and is hard as a rock for me. Now lemme get him off, he’s so hard it would be a waste to not suck his dick.”

“Stop being a brat,” fisting your hair Bucky drags you off Steve, leaves his friend panting and unsatisfied behind.

“Let go of me Barnes,” you try to swat Bucky’s hands away, but he pushes you onto the couch at the VIP section, growling low in his throat. “I wanna suck Stevie’s dick, James. Let me suck his fucking cock!”

“Be good now,” panting heavily Bucky pins your hands above your head, to hold you down. “You will not suck Steve’s cock, not before you did so with mine.”

“I won’t suck your pitiful dick,” you spit into Bucky’s face, grinning viciously when he growls low in his throat. “Now get off me! This is still my club.”

Bucky’s eyes drift toward your legs, especially the tattoo on your thigh, the one with his name on it. 

“This is still all mine, doll. Forget about Steve’s cock, mine is all you’ll get. No one in this town will ever touch you.”

“You fucker!” you try to kick Bucky but he takes the opportunity to settle between your thighs, smirks as you can feel his erection press against your thigh. “Get off me! You made sure no guy I hit on fucked me?”

“It’s the law,” Bucky breathes against your lips, “Y/N, Y/L/N is Bucky Barnes property. I laid claim on you years ago, my beloved wife.”

“The fuck! I’m not some fucking property, you dickhead,” you cry, fighting Bucky with all your strength. “I will kill you the moment you get off me. I will start with cutting your balls off and end it with carving your heart out of your chest!”

“Damn, you really want to suck Steve’s dick,” Bucky grins. He pecks your nose, snickering when you try to bite him. “Did ya hear, Stevie? Y/N wants to suck your cock so badly.”

“Barnes, get off me,” you mutter, tilting your hips to rub your core against Bucky’s erection. “Or get me off.”

“Interesting,” he smirks, eyes drifting toward your chest. “But I don’t fuck bitches,” you huff at Bucky’s words, wiggle harder in his hold.

Your stiff nipples strain against the thin fabric of your silky dress, force Bucky to remember how it felt when you pressed your sweaty body against his chest, nipples scraping his skin. 

“Then get off me, Barnes, and leave my club. Take your sweet puppy with you,” you growl. “I’m gonna find another dick to suck tonight.”

“You had to fuck with her again, didn’t you, Buck?” Steve sighs, tugging his cock back into his pants. “Damn, why didn’t you let her finish me? She’s so good at sucking dick.”

“That was a one-time thing, and we were all drunk,” Bucky growls. “And it was one of her fantasies. Y/N is not for you to touch.”

“Didn’t look like it when you encouraged her to give me a blowjob,” cursing under his breath, Steve stomps toward the car. “I had a raging hard dick.”

“Do you think I give a shit! She’s still my wife, Steve,” Bucky sneers. “If not for our friendship, you would lie six feet under right now.”

“Bastard!” tossing the divorce papers onto Bucky's desk, you scowl at him. “James, you told me you’ll sign the papers weeks ago. Now you sent them to me, unsigned and a picture of your dick glued to it.”

“I’m not going to sign that crap, kitten. And I know you loved the picture. I bet you got off looking at my dick,” leaning back in his chair Bucky roams your body with his eyes. “You look ready to get eaten in that black pencil skirt, baby doll. Why don’t you come over here and let me shove my hand down your panties?”

“Everything is a joke to you,” you roll your eyes, not in the mood for one of Bucky’s games. “You wanted out of this marriage, you got out. You can’t suddenly change your mind.”

“I can and did,” he shrugs, eying you shamelessly when you cross your legs. “What happened last night will never happen again, doll. If you ever try to let another man touch you, he’ll die. Everyone in town knows you are mine.”

“You can’t-“ you growl, hands balling into fists. “What do you want for letting me go? I don’t want to fight anymore. I’m tired of your games. Do you want my club? You can have it! Just sign the papers and I’m out of town for good.”

“You would give ‘Artemis’, the club you built out of nothing, up to be free of me?” you shrug. Nothing you can’t accomplish. When you are free of Bucky you will start anew.

“New town. New club,” Bucky huffs at your words. “It’s nothing special. People want to dance, drink, and fuck everywhere. The only difference is, there will be no James Buchanan Barnes fucking me over.”

“I did not fuck you over but fucked you thoroughly,” you scream in frustration, grasp the first thing on Bucky’s desk to throw it at him. “I even let you fuck Stevie.”

“That was a birthday gift, and you had your turn too,” getting up you want to attack Bucky, but you don’t get far. 

“Come here doll and get some,” he already grasps for your arm, moves faster than you can blink to push you onto the couch at his office.

“Get off me,” you fight with Bucky. Slap his face, tug harshly at his hair, fist his clothes before you end up on top of him. 

He has you on his lap, your legs on each side of his thighs moments later to shove your panties aside, fingers pushing inside your dripping core. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me, doll.”

“I’m just needy thanks to you, Barnes,” you growl, hands pawing at his jacket, tugging harshly. “Give me something, anything…”

“My dick?” he cocks a brow, groaning when you nod eagerly. “Just a minute baby doll,” husking the words Bucky rips your panties apart. “Lemme call Steve to join us.” He grins, revealing he tricked you again.

“Fucking asshole,” you slap his cheek harshly, growling his name. “There I believe you can act like an adult.”

“Just let me call him and he can watch me fuck you like a man,” Bucky grips your waistline, fingers digging in your flesh to hold you on top of him. “I want him to see how good I can make you feel.”

“I wanted to get off, not give your best buddy something to jerk off,” you growl, pushing against Bucky’s shoulders. “Jesus, we are a mess, Barnes.”

“I know, but I love you,” you sigh, forehead pressing against Bucky’s. “Can we not try again? I know that I fucked up, but give me another chance, doll.”

Your hands cup his face, and you breathe against him. Your forehead still touches Bucky’s heated one, and you just take a moment to feel him against you.

“I want Dot gone, not just out of your life but out of town. I don’t care if you send her to hell or Timbuktu. Just get rid of that grinning bitch,” you mutter. “If you get rid of her, we can talk again.”

“Uh-erm,” Bucky tilts his hips to press his erection into your core. “Can we still fuck? I didn’t touch Dot, I swear. Yes, I had a few flings here and there, but I know you were riding Steve’s dick over the last months.”

“What can I say – he has a nice dick,” you smirk, hands kneading the knots out of Bucky’s shoulders. “Maybe we can invite him once in a while?”

“What will I get in return?” Bucky husks, searching your eyes. “Doll?”

“You can do that thing with your thing,” a deep guttural growl leaves Bucky’s chest before you find yourself underneath the mobster, pinned to the couch.

“Give me five and I’ll get her out of town. And then, I want to do the thing with my thing in your ass.”

“Not today,” you grumble. “Get me off first and show me you’ll not stray again. If you can prove you are worth my time, you can conquer my ass.”

“I wanna-“ Bucky whines. “You better let me fuck that tight ass, doll. If not, I’ll not let you cum for months…”

“Promises…promises…”

“Bye, bye, Dottie,” you coo, waving at Steve. The tall blonde drags said woman out of her apartment, not caring Dot screams, fighting Steve with tooth and nails. “Have a nice trip!”

“Bitch!” Dot growls, screaming on the top of her lungs. “You can have that bastard back. He barely made me cum.”

“Did you fuck her?” growling the words you glare at Bucky. “James Buchanan Barnes! Did you fuck that woman?”

“Maybe a little?” Bucky shrugs, rubbing his hands over your arms, grinning sheepishly. “I was barely inside, ya know.”

“What the fuck! There is no ‘I was barely inside’, James. You were inside and fucked her or you weren’t,” you punch his chest harshly. “There is no halfway!”

“Fine, I fucked her ass,” your husband grumbles. “What can I say? We were on a break, and I was lonely.”

“Don’t you fucking dare to tell me you were lonely, Barnes,” pushing against his shoulders you ignore Steve tries to drag you off his friend. “Good thing I rode Steve’s dick excessively. Damn, he was so good!”

“If you don’t stop talking about Steve’s dick I’ll let him fuck you right here, in front of all my men! Maybe I’ll let them have a turn too – huh? All of them!” Bucky threatens, not liking the grin on your lips.

“Oh, please! As if I didn’t already fuck all of your men! Sam was the first I blew off in your car! He tasted like a goddamn popsicle!”

“Lying bitch!” Bucky is in your face, breathes heavily when you exclaim Thor had you on your husband’s desk, followed by his raven-haired brother. “You didn’t fuck my men!”

“I did and if I want to, I’ll do it again. Right here. Right now. All of them in all my holes,” you jab your finger into Bucky’s chest, snickering when he wraps his metal hand around your throat.

“You better think before you speak to me again,” he growls. “Get in my car and shut your mouth.”

“Aw, don’t you want one of your men to shut my mouth with his dick?” you retort, laughing when Bucky roughly shoves you toward his car to bend you over the hood.

“You want to act like a whore, I’ll show you what you’ll get,” Steve tries to stop his friend when Bucky rips your dress down your body, followed by your panties.

“Oh, do you want to fuck me, or will you ask a real man to do so?” laughing manically you spread your legs. “I’m ready for all of them, James.”

“Fucking bitch,” he unzips his pants, impatiently getting his dick out. “I’m gonna fuck you right here for all my men to see.”

“Promises again-“ you giggle, not missing Steve tries to stop his friend. “Will ya fuck me now or shall I ask one of your men?”

“Shut up,” his cock slaps against your ass, and his men turn around, not wanting to peak on you getting fucked. “If anyone takes his eyes off my wife, he’ll fuck her after me!”

“Did you just offer my pussy to all of your men? Naughty, James,” you grin, imagining getting filled by all of Bucky’s men. “Damn, yes.”

“I might add, anyone putting their hands on my wife will die, slow and painful!” you whine, disappointed you’ll only get Bucky’s dick. “Now shut the fuck up and just take my dick like a good girl.”

“Aw, you still think I’m a good girl, Bucky. That’s so sweet of you,” giggling you tap your fingers onto the hood. “Will I get your dick now or do you have performance issues in front of your men?”

“Fucking bitch,” his metal hand roughly fists your hair, presses your face into the cool surface of his car, gives you a stark contrast to his hot cock that nudges at your slit. “I hope you are wet because I don’t care if it hurts for you.”

“Bastard,” filled to the brim seconds later you struggle to breathe. Bucky is not gentle by all means, he roughly grips your shoulders, holds you down like you are nothing but a hole to fill. “Fuck me like a man, if you can.”

“Buck, can we not leave,” Steve grumbles, eyes glued to your body pressed to the car. He would never tell anyone so, but Steve loves to fuck a girl on a car. 

“Watch and maybe, you’ll get a turn too. Sloppy seconds and all,” Sam tries to not look, knowing Bucky is too engrossed in starting to fuck into you. Brock on the other hand rubs his hand over his dick, listening to all the noises you make for your husband.

“Buck, this goes too far,” you moan loudly, feeling Bucky speed up. He doesn’t care if you get off or enjoy the ride; he simply wants to lay claim on your body again. “Bucky!”

“You’ll watch me fuck my wife, Sam,” Bucky moves his hands to your hips, holds your body in a tight grip. “I dare you to look away.”

“Bucky likes to have an audience while we fuck,” you quip, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to meet Steve’s darkened eyes. “Look at you Steve, so hard while your best buddy fucks his wife.

“Can you stop flirting with Steve?” Bucky starts to drag you onto his length, groans with every harsh thrust. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to not let you cum.”

“Don’t challenge me, Barnes!” while you bicker with your husband, his men silently sneak toward their cars, leave you to your coupling. “You better make me cum!”

“Little bitch wants to dictate my life,” he ruts into you, hands pawing at your flesh. “My doll wanted to fuck Stevie, and I let her. But then I want to fuck Natasha and she freaks out.”

“As you didn’t ask me to do so! You fucked her in our bed, and she wore one of my dresses,” you growl, pushing back onto Bucky’s length. “All those bitches, you fucked them on our bed. I would’ve never fucked Steve on our bed!”

“Hypocrite!”

“Cheater!”

“Fucking cum.”

“I’m trying but you lost your mojo,” you pant, smirking at Steve. He’s the last man standing – or rather the only guy watching you and Bucky fuck. 

“Steve, make a mental note. We will put my wife in the dungeon and play with her all night long,” whimpering you look at Steve, imagining all the cruel things both men will do to you. 

“Please.”

“Cum and I’ll hurt you so good…”

“I forgot we got a freaking sex dungeon,” you roll on your back, stretching your sore body. “So, who’s going to get me food?”

“Steve?”

“I don’t feel my legs, Buck,” Steve groans. “How about you go, and I’ll just lie here, ignoring my sore dick.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” you tut. “I only tried to show you a good time. How should I know you can’t take it?”

“Stevie, if you want to keep up with my wife, you must train your dick,” Bucky snickers, looking around the room to find his pants. “Sam, why are you still on the floor?”

“I need a break,” Sam pants, glancing at Bucky who ushers toward the door to unlock it. “I never thought I will ever not want sex.”

“Aw, my sexy soft bear can’t get up from the floor, Bucky,” you sigh deeply, closing your eyes for a moment. 

“Did you hear me?” the female asks, disturbing your moment of silence. “Mrs. Barnes, did you hear me?”

Your eyes snap open and you feel the heat creep into your cheeks. Your therapist looks at you, expectantly, waiting for you to answer her question. “What did you imagine?”

“I-I,” you sigh, realizing you daydreamed once again. “To pay him back and, have some fun,” you sniff now. 

“How did you do it? Who are you when you pay him back?” she asks. “Describe the person you are in your dreams.”

“When I imagine paying my husband back, I’m sexy and wild. Not meek and boring. If only I was a little more like that woman, he would’ve never found someone better, sexier, and more interesting.”

“Mrs. Barnes, you are not boring nor unsexy. Men cheat on their women for other reasons,” she tuts. “We talked about your low self-esteem.”

“Doesn’t change the fact she’s a ten and I’m a two, maybe even a one,” you sniffle. “I guess he will file for divorce soon enough to marry that woman. I can’t do anything and feel so helpless. What can I do? Bucky doesn’t love me anymore, maybe he never did.”

There is a knock on your therapists’ door, causing her to frown. “Just a minute, Mrs. Barnes. I wonder who dares to disturb our session.”

“It’s okay,” you give her a soft smile. “I can open it for you, and you can make some more notes.”

“We need to talk,” when you open the door, Bucky stands in front of you, panting heavily, an envelope with papers in his hands. You assume he wants to deliver the divorce papers today, so you nod silently.

“Okay, come in,” defeated you open the door a bit wider to let Bucky inside. “Let’s get this over with.”

You walk toward the couch, holding back the tears while Bucky strips his coat off, tossing it onto the couch, ignoring your therapist completely.

“You need to stop talking to your therapist about me,” he begins. “Y/N, what will happen when she tells anyone about the stuff you told her.”

“I only told her about my doubts, that I feel like a grey mouse,” you sniffle. “There is nothing wrong with it. I try to feel better and get over the fact that I never was pretty or sexy to you.”

Tears run down your face, and you choke out a sob, hating yourself for it. “What the fuck, doll. I gave you time and space, but you’ll not talk about shit with a stranger. I want you to talk to me!”

“About what, Bucky? There is nothing left to say. You want that sexy woman, and I’m going to fade in grey again,” you shrug. “It is what it is.”

“Fade to what?” running one hand down his face Bucky sighs. “Y/N, doll. I was drunk and Natasha asked me if she can stay in the guest room. When I walked into our bedroom she was there, wearing little to nothing.”

“How could you resist a woman like her while having someone like me at home. I’m not-“ your voice cracks when you look down your body. 

“I-I’m sorry that I almost had sex with her. I was stupid. We had this fight, and I was weak that night, baby doll,” he crouches down next to you, gently touches your foot. “Look at me, doll. Natasha can’t compare to you.”

“’s okay, Bucky,” you shrug. “Men like you shouldn’t go for girls like me. You belong to Natasha or anyone else but me.”

“Fucking shit, Y/N! Yell at me. Scream. Throw things. Do anything but blame yourself for my infidelity. I was drunk and made out with Natasha. This was not your fault, it was mine, doll,” he runs his hand up and down your leg, tries to make you talk to him.

“I will sign the papers, no problem.” 

“Papers? What papers? I got you the photos you wanted of the puppy,” Bucky opens the envelope to place the pictures of one of the puppies you liked onto your lap. “I-you see.”

“Puppies? I don’t understand, Bucky,” sniff, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. 

“Y/N, can we not talk about what happened?”

“Mr. Barnes, I’m glad you made it to one of our sessions,” your therapist clears her throat, watches you make space on the couch for your husband. “Why don’t we talk about your problems? Maybe I can help you?”

“OHMYGOD, Bucky,” you giggle, slapping his bare chest while he tries to slip inside of you. “Hey, shouldn’t we do one of those pair therapy exercises?”

“I’m on it, beautiful,” your husband slams into you, ignores you are still sore from your last encounter. Well, you barely made it out of your therapist’s office without fucking the life out of each other. “Aw, you were such a cute shy girl, and I, the big bad mobster just came to the session to help you cope.”

“You’re an asshole,” you pant, cunt already soaked again. “But fuck me, baby. My therapist will be so fucking proud of me for taking the next step.”

“Next step, huh? You went straight to fucking me, Steve, and Sam. That’s not the next step, it’s the ultimate.”

“Yeah, and it was great,” your nails bite into Bucky’s back, leave angry red lines but you don’t care. “I’m gonna lay claim on you again Barnes.”

He growls, hips crashing into yours. “This cunt is mine. No more Sam or Steve,” you hum to yourself, lean back, and decide to just enjoy the ride. “What? Don’t just lie there, doll.”

“I’m tired but want an orgasm. Come on, Buck, work that body,” you grin, watching Bucky move on top of you. “That’s what you wanted. Right? A girl like Dot, who just lies there and takes it.”

“Damnit, doll. Move your body,” he groans when you decide to buck your hips. “More, Y/N. I wanna feel you move your body…”

“So, a second chance?” your therapist asks when you shyly sit on the couch next to Bucky. Oh, how you love to pretend you are not the devil in disguise.

Your red lips curve into a smirk and you wonder if that smart woman will ever find out the truth about you and Bucky.

“Yes, we will go for more sex and fewer puppies,” Bucky grunts, patting your thigh, squeezing it roughly with his metal hand. “Truth is doc; my girl needs a cock more than anything. Sometimes I’ll bring Steve in, to help me fuck her.”

“What?” your therapist stutters, looking at you with wide eyes. “Mr. Barnes!”

“Oh, she loves it, doc. Last time it was an orgy. I watched Steve, Sam and Thor take turns. She was covered in cum and screamed only my name,” Bucky grins like the devil, already patting his hidden gun.

“I-I,” unsure what to say or how to react to such a confession your therapist slowly gets up from your chair. “I think I’ll need fresh air.”

“Sit, doc,” his voice dangerously low now Bucky dips his head to look her straight in the eyes. “Did you think I don’t know you were selling all those nice information my wife gave you to my enemies?”

“Buck,” you sigh. “Don’t kill another therapist. I liked that one—”

“Great, now I must find a new therapist thanks to you,” watching Bucky parade around your bedroom, a smirk plastered all over his face you roll your eyes. “Seriously, Barnes. You killed three of my therapists in not eight years.”

“The first dared to say we should file for divorce. I know he only wanted to get a taste of your pussy,” your husband mutters.

“Yeah, but what about therapist number two? He didn’t do anything wrong, still, the cops knocked on my door not days after his disappearance.”

“Hey, it wasn’t me!” Bucky snickers. “Maybe Steve didn’t like your therapist blamed him for our failed marriage.” The bastard shrugs. “Or I had to show him no one touches my wife.”

“He didn’t touch shit, Barnes,” you growl, watching Bucky open the door to the bathroom to reveal his next gift to you. “What?”

“May I present to you—” he smirks when a black cat waltzes into the room, “that’s Hades, its soul is as black as yours.”

“Don’t say shit about black cats,” patting the mattress you watch Hades jump onto the bed, purring. “I love black cats.”

“I know, doll,” laughing Bucky sits on the bed to watch you pat the cat.

“This is your last second chance, Barnes. Next time I’ll just kill you...”

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[writemekpop]

Nothing On Me But You | Kim Jongin (Kai)

Pairing: Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader

Summary: Tonight is the night you pop your cherry. And who better to do it with than Kai?

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 1.1k 

Warnings: Sexual Content

Gif: @jissoyaa​

A/N: This is based on the actual story of how I lost my virginity.

You take one last look at your room: the potted plants are arranged neatly, the bed is made, and the fairy lights are twinkling. 

It’s never looked this inviting, and neither have you.

You take a deep breath and nod. You’ve decided. Tonight is the night you have sex - for the first time.

As if on cue, your phone buzzes.

Nearly there. Can’t wait to see you.

It’s your third date with handsome college senior Kai.  

After three frantic outfit changes, you decided to wear an emerald sequin strappy top, ripped jeans and brown boots. Your lucky gold necklace hangs round your neck and your hair falls onto your shoulders in its natural curls.

The entire bus journey to the city centre, your heart threatens to beat right out of your chest.

When you get off the bus, Kai’s leaning against the wall. His dark skin glows in the golden light of the setting sun, and his tousled hair is styled in a way you’ve never seen before.

“Hey, Kai,” you say, wrapping your hands round his broad shoulders. His searing fingers find your waist. His touch sends shivers down your spine.

Kai leans in and places his mouth on yours, but the sudden surge of nerves that course through your body are so strong, that you pull away before he can deepen the kiss.

“I missed you this week,” you say, batting your lashes.

“You too.” Kai smirks in a way that makes your knees weak. He entwines his hand with yours and leads you to your next destination.

You sit in the pub garden with your cocktails, clinging onto each other for warmth.

You stare into his espresso martini eyes as he tells you about his week.

You try your hardest to listen to what he’s saying, but all you can think about is his hand, resting oh-so-casually on your thigh.

His touch burns through the denim all the way to your core.

“Y/n?” Kai says, snapping you out of your haze. “Did you hear what I said?”

Your cheeks warm. “Uhh… no.”

Kai focuses on you as you muster the courage to speak. “Kai… do you want to come back to my place?”

Kai smiles knowingly and squeezes your hand. “Of course, yes. If that’s what you want.”

And so that’s how you find yourself bringing a boy back to your house.

Kai watches you as you fumble with the keys to your front door. You lead him in straight to your room, tiptoeing so that your housemates don’t find out.

You shut the door to your bedroom. This is it. This is really happening.

You stand there for a moment, awkwardly playing with the hem of your top. You’re not sure what to do next. You didn’t think this far ahead.

Kai holds your fretting hand and gives it a kiss, his warm mouth on your skin calming your nerves. He gently leads you to the bed and sits down beside you on the mattress.

Kai’s mahogany eyes glitter in the dim light. He leans in to kiss you, but you stop him with your hand on his soft sweater.

“Wait, l-let me put some music on,” you stutter.

Kai smiles softly and nods whilst you fumble with your phone. You switch on a playlist of smooth RnB jams, made especially for this night.

In seconds, the crooning voice of The Weeknd swirls out of your speakers, giving you the confidence you need to turn around and face the man on your bed.

Kai leans in to kiss you again, and this time you let him.

His soft lips are so addictive… You get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands roaming your skin.

As your tongues dance, Kai’s hand trails down your waist and rests on the button of your jeans. His deft fingers undo the button in one go.

Your heart leaps into your mouth. You pull back, panting. “Kai, I-I have something to tell you.” You keep your eyes trained to the floor.

“Tell me,” he whispers, brushing your hair off your shoulders and kissing your skin.

“I haven’t…” you take a deep breath. “I haven’t… done this with anyone before. You need to be careful with me.”

You finally muster the courage to look into his eyes. The universe pulses as you wait for his next move.

After a moment, Kai gives you a kind smile. “That’s okay, don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good.”

You sigh. It’s like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. This time it’s your turn to lean forwards and kiss him.

“Take off your clothes,” you murmur against his lips.

Kai smirks devilishly and stands up off the bed. In one swift motion he pulls off his jumper, leaving his chest bare. It takes all your energy not to let your jaw drop open at the sight of his rock abs.

Kai pulls his jeans off and flings them across the room. You catch sight of his black Calvin Klein boxers and your cheeks warm as your eyes fall on the outline of… something underneath.

He sits back on the bed and attaches his lips to your neck, sucking gently.

Kai gently tugs at the hem of your top. Taking a deep breath and let him pull it off you. You press your bare chest against his, cheeks burning.

Kai gently pushes you down so that you’re lying on your bed.

Before you know it, your jeans and underwear are on the floor, along with his boxers. Kai hovers on top of you, his biceps flexing as he keeps his body weight off you.

He grinds his hips down against yours, and that’s when you feel it.

Too scared to look, you reach down and grab him. It’s not what you expected, but then again, you’re not really sure what you were expecting.

But before you can give it much attention, Kai’s fingers slip between your thighs and your mind goes numb.

The night flashes past in a rush of quiet gasps and fingers stroking skin. You feel filled and fulfilled, words can’t describe this feeling.

When you’re both done, you lie with your head on his chest. Just listening to the lulling rhythm of his heart.

“That was… wow,” Kai says, pulling you closer into him. “Are you sure that was your first time?”

You nuzzle into his chest, cheeks burning.  

Kai chuckles and wraps his strong arms around you, holding you tight.

Let’s just say… you sleep peacefully that night.

[thiswasinevitableid]

if you’re still taking meet ugly asks, could you do 01 or 13 for sternclay? nsfw please

Here you go! I went with 1.

we were set up on a blind date but it went horribly, so now you message me every time you have a good date because you think your tips will help me in the future, you ass.

Bzzbzz

Joseph picks up his phone and regrets it before he’s even done reading the waiting message.

Barclay: See, this is how you dress for a date at a casual place.

It’s accompanied by a photo of a headless torso, sporting a Ramones T-shirt and blue jeans.

He deletes the message. He told that asshole he was in the suit because Hayes kept him late to finish a report and he didn’t want to be any more behind for their date than he already was.

No, you know what, he’s had enough of this.

J.S: He’s dressed like a college student. No one told me you were a cradle robber.

Barclay: Just trying to help you do better next time ;)

This is the same line he gives Joseph every time he sends one of these texts

“It was great, it felt like a real conversation instead of an interrogation.”

“See, what made tonight nice was he didn’t look at his phone even once.”

“Now, what made this nice is that he didn’t mistake another guy for me on the way in.”

He has reasons, explanations, things that could make him look more like a man who had a bad day and less like the poster boy for the horrors of blind dating. But the one time he tried sharing his side of things, Barclay responded that he wasn’t doing this to make sense of their shitty date, but to make it easier on the next guy.

It was the last date in a long line of increasingly desperate attempts by his loved ones to find someone, anyone, for him to be with; being married to his work fills all his needs. Leave it to his older sister to spot that it wasn’t meeting many of his wants.

Joseph tosses the phone away, retrieves his take-out leftovers from the fridge. As he munches reheated green mango chicken, the city heading out into Friday night revelry without him, he decides that while he’s not about to take dating advice from a guy who can’t pull his head out of his ass long enough to consider someone else’s perspective, Barclay makes one good point: there’s always a next time.

And there’s no moment like the present to start planning for it.

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Barclay cannot figure out why Logan chose this spot; it’s one step above gay cruising club. Not that he hasn’t had fun at those before, but he was hoping for somewhere quieter. Also somewhere with better food; you can tell a lot about a guy by what he orders, and fuck all about him when the only meal to be found is chips or the olive from a martini glass.

Still not the worst date he’s been on.

As Logan steers the conversation in promisingly steamy directions, Barclay glances at the bar and locks eyes with his biggest disappointment of the year. Joseph raises an eyebrow, then his face goes annoyingly neutral as he looks first at Logan and then to the bartender for another glass.

His date excuses himself and Barclay weighs how much of a dick he wants to be against how good Joseph looks tonight. He’s in a v-neck and a short jacket, dark-wash jeans making it easy to picture how satisfying hooking his legs over Barclays shoulders would be.

Barclay sidles up to the bar, leaning on it and smiling at Joseph, “You finally decide to put my advice to good use?”

“No.” Joseph replies, tarter than a cherry, and goes back to looking at his phone.

“Suit yourself, and have fun going home alone.”

The black-haired man squares his shoulders, turns so that Barclay gets a full-on view of a stunning face and sharp, blue eyes, “At least I won’t be going home with someone who’s using me for a prank video.”

“Pfft, whatever man, you’re just-” Barclay snaps his mouth shut as Joseph turns his phone, showing a Youtube channel hosted by none other than Logan.

“His modus operandi is to have viewers vote on which gay man he should go out with and string along the whole night until he reveals he’s straight.”

“I, I uh, that’s” his heart is in his shoes, “that’s not very nice.”

“That’s not all. There are three cameras recording your date.” Joseph points to three separate guys, “they’re using their phones, makes it hard to prove they’re not just texting or something else innocuous.”

He might cry. Worse, if he cries, he might owe Joseph an explanation.

“There you are baby, thought you’d run off.” Logan sets a hand on his arm and Barclay freezes, trying to work out a non-humiliating form of escape.

Joseph clears his throat, “Are you aware that recording people without their permission is illegal in this state?”

“Uh, no, but what the fuck does that have to do with me?”

“You, and those three gentleman you’re having film Mr. Cobb here, are all at risk of being charged with a misdemeanor.” Joseph’s voice is smooth and clear, utterly in control, and Barclay gets goosebumps as he pulls out his wallet and flashes an FBI badge, “I suggest you get out of here before you do something you regret.”

The quartet disappears in a cloud of body spray as Barclay slumps onto a stool and Joseph orders two more drinks, sliding one his way. Whiskey Soda, his favorite. He’d ordered it during their date.

They sip in silence for three songs before Joseph says, “I guess I passed the dubious honor of your worst date onto someone else.”

“You’re still a strong runner up.” It’s mean, but Barclay isn’t feeling very chipper right now.

“Oh come on, I wasn’t that bad! I was trying to learn as much about you as I could while switching from work mode to a date.”

“You made me feel like I was doing all the work!”

“If you’d given me more than a half hour of your time I could have fixed that.”

“Nah, I know when a date is doomed. No point in dragging it out. It wasn’t going to be fun.”

“I can be fun!” Joseph knocks back the rest of his drink, “I’ll prove it.”

Barclay snorts, “how?”

“I want a do over. Right now.” Lights dance across his skin and Barclay gets a whiff of gin and mint as he leans so they’re almost nose to nose, “Unless you’re afraid you’ll be the dud this time.”

“You’re on.” Barclay growls, “but don’t get your hopes up.”

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Either his pillow sprouted fur overnight, or Joseph isn’t where he should be.

He cracks his eyes open, squinting in the muted, grey light sneaking in under the curtains. The room, while tidy, isn’t his, and the clock on the wall tells him he’s starting his Saturday out with oversleeping.

Barclay is sound asleep beside him, his broad, hairy chest rising and falling soothingly. A cursory peek under the blankets shows he’s a naked as Joseph is. As the agent slips from the bed and hunts down his clothes, he starts to remember why.

They’d done something in the club bathroom, a blow-job, that’s right, and the instant Barclay dragged him into his apartment Joseph shoved him onto the bed, yanked his pants off, and returned the favor. He remembers, as he surrenders to going commando rather than wear his pre-cum stained boxer briefs, wanting to sleep with his head on Barclay’s stomach, cum still on his lips, but the cook made a very convincing argument to come up and kiss him instead.

His pants are back on when his phone lights up from it’s spot on the floor.

Alert: Snowstorm predicted to last until 5 pm Sunday. Travel limited, recommended for emergencies only. At least five feet of snow predicted.

“Shit” he whispers, pushing the curtain aside to discover a world of smooth, white roof tops and impassable streets.

Jinglejingle

He spins, startled, as what he thought was a black pillow shakes out it’s ears and rises from a cushion at the foot of the bed. It’s the single most absurd dog he’s ever seen, like someone smushed a corgi and a Rottweiler together. It blinks at him, cocks it’s head, and then shifts its attention to the bed.

“Please don’t jump.” Maybe he can still sneak out on foot, or find somewhere else to wait out the storm.

The dog launches it’s tubular body onto Barclay, who “oofs” and is laughing before he even opens his eyes.

“Hey boy, yeah, I know, I know, didn’t let you in until way after bedtime.” The cooks deep voice is scratchy with sleep. The dog wiggles and digs at the blankets on his chest as he turns his head, smiling Joseph’s way, “morning babe.”

“Good morning.” Throwing himself out the window would result in hypothermia. Also a broken ankle. So no luck there.

Barclay notices his jeans, “Oh, uh, if you need to go that’s cool. I, uh” he yawns “I have a policy of making breakfast after a hook-up, but if you’re in a hurry I can just get you some coffee for the road. C’mon Sass, let me up.”

“I, um, I can stay. I don’t have much choice.”

“What do you--oh fuck, I knew we were getting snow this weekend but no one said anything about a fucking blizzard. Guess you’re crashing here for the weekend.”

“I guess so.”

Barclay’s smile shrinks, “Is that a shitty outcome?”

“No! Or, um, I just” Joseph sits on the bed, running a hand through his hair, “I don’t want to impose. I was trying to get out of here so I wouldn’t make things awkward since I, um, I don’t do this much.”

“Gotta say that was kinda obvious.” It’s a gentle tease, Barclay’s fingers flipping through his phone, “huh, when did I take a video last night?”

“I think you--oh, oh my lord.” Joseph claps his hands over his mouth, blushing at the memory.

“What, did I talk you into karaoke or somethi--holy fuck.” Barclay scoots to where Joseph is frozen, holding the screen where they can both see it. The same face growing excited beside him is looking up at the camera, lips wrapped around Joseph’s cock as a voice urges him on.

“You like that, big guy?”

Barclay nods, pulls off so he can drag his tongue up the shaft with a grin. Then he swallows it almost to the base, Joseph’s hand flying past the lens to stifle a moan.

“That’s it, show me how much you like it, s-so the next time you feel like sending me a snarky text you can watch this and remember just how much fucking fun you had sucking my dickAH.” A laugh as Barclay sits back on his heels, pulling off the condom.

“C’mon blue eyes, bet, bet you’re gonna look great when you cum, fuck, think I ruined these pants just watching you. Heh, you like that, like getting me hard and wet on the fucking bathroom floor.”

“Usually it’s, it’s the other waAAaay aroundohfuck, shit.” Cum spatters across Barclay’s face. The cook licks his lips, still smiling, as the camera sinks to his level, Joseph giggling behind it, “here, let, let me clean you up.”

“Don’t want everyone else to see your cum all over me?"

“Nngn. I, I mean no, not in actuality.” Joseph’s hand returns to the frame, gently cleaning Barclay’s cheek with toilet paper.

The video ends there. Joseph is red from his hips to his cheeks, but not so embarrassed that he misses Barclay rubbing his thighs together. Then the cook meets his eyes and sets the phone aside.

“I can delete it. Know your face isn’t in it but if you’re more comfortable with it gone, it’s gone.”

The offer alone calms him, “No, no it’s okay. Thank you for offering. I, um, since I’ll be here awhile, can I use your shower?”

“Sure, it’s just through there.” He tips his head at the door in the left wall, grabbing a robe from the door and heading into the chilly apartment, Sass clickclick-ing on the hardwood after him.

As always, the world is more manageable when he’s clean. A pair of sweatpants and a thick, blue sweater are waiting for him on the bed, and coffee-swirled air coaxes him into the kitchen. It’s small but immaculately organized, Barclay moving from stove to cabinet to fridge and back again in an intimate dance.

“Coffee on the left is yours. I’m doing pancetta in the omelettes; most of my friends are vegetarian so I never get a chance to bust it out.”

“That sounds delicious.” He picks up the mug, sighs as warms his chest, “mmm, you have real cream somewhere in this house.”

“Yep. Remember you said you liked the real stuff when you could get it. I drink mine black, but really these beans demand cream instead of milk; sets of the chocolate notes really nice.”

“I can never taste those. Same thing with wine. But I guess that’s why you’re the professional and I’m not.”

“That’s more a happy coincidence. I got into this to help with the bills when I was in high school. I wasn’t, like, combining flavors and deciding to be a cook like in Ratatouille or something.”

“That’s a Pixar movie, right?”

“Only the best one ever made. Have you really not seen it?

“I, um, I only watch kids movies if I’m babysitting my niece. Which doesn’t happen as often as I’d like.”

“Well, now I know what we’re doing after breakfast. Ah ah, Sass, not for you.” He shoos the dog from where it’s valiantly trying to double in length to reach the table.

“Is his name short for something?”

“Sasquatch.”

“Awwww.” Joseph crouches down to scritch behind one, floppy ear.

“His whole litter was named for cryptids; Nessie, Champ, Yeti, stuff like that.”

“‘Bray’ feels like an obvious one.” He smiles, then remembers not everyone is a nerdy UP agent, “sorry, never mind.”

“Uh uh special agent, I’ve been waiting to ask you about this. You don’t get to say you’re ‘like Fox Mulder’ and then not share more.” Barclay pulls out his chair, kisses his head when he sits down. He then listens to Joseph expound on canine cryptids of the midwest for fifteen minutes, fascinated the entire time.

“Y’know, I had a line cook who swore he’d been abducted by aliens.”

“What was his proof?”

By the time their plates are clean, Joseph has generated three alternative explanations and Barclay is staring at him with an expression straight from a rom-com. The cook sets up the movie while Joseph does the dishes, then pulls him under a mound of blankets.

“The heat in this place is shit, but I promise I’ll keep you warm.”

He enjoys the movie plenty, the weight of Barclay’s arm over his shoulder and, eventually, his waist, even more. They watch Ramen Girl for the hell of it, spooning on the couch while the snow makes dunes out of the sidewalk.

When the second movie is done, Joseph rolls so he’s facing the cook, “What should we do now?”

“Could keep watching movies, or bake something. I’ve got some cards and a few games in the closet. Or we could just cuddle and talk. I’m good with whatever.”

“...Could I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“You’ve been so sweet all day. Why were you such an ass about our first date?”

Barclay shifts, discomfort entering his eyes, “I was having a shitty week and was hoping the date would make me feel better. I ended up so anxious after it, felt like you wanted to be somewhere else, that I kinda took my frustration out by being a dick. I’m sorry. I, um, I wasn’t even on that many dates between now and then; I’d just text you what I’d wished had happened to fuck with you.”

“I should’ve known it; no one has that many good dates in a row.”

“Sorry.”

Joseph cups his cheek, “And I’m sorry for making you feel that way the first time. I had my reasons but, well, you still had a bad time because I was flustered and couldn’t get my mind off work.”

“Think you’ve more than made up for it.”

“Can I try again anyway?” Joseph kisses him, slipping his fingers under the waistband of his sweats.

Barclay’s lips curve up, “Bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

Once Barclay is comfortably naked atop the blankets (space heater pointed at the bed all the while), Joseph asks if he has any condoms.

“Yeah, bathroom cabinet. But I’m not, uh, I don’t-”

“It’s not for penetration. You said last night that was a no for you.” In the reflection of the bathroom mirror, he watches him relax. If he ever finds out someone saw the tension in those muscles, heard the worry in that sweet, deep voice and pushed anyway, he’s going to set them on fire with his mind.

Barclay nestles his cheek on his pillow as Joseph fishes his swiss army knife from his jacket, puts his ass in the air and wiggles it expectantly as Joseph unrolls the cut latex.

“Is this okay?”

“Uh huh, I really love it when guys do this but, uh, it doesn’t happen much. The hair turns a lot of them off.”

“Cowards.” Joseph holds the makeshift dam in place. Barclay’s chuckle morphs into a moan as he presses his face between his asscheeks, tongue making an obscene sound against the latex. There’s a warmth to this angle that he loves, a tender sort of filthiness to the way Barclay pushes his ass back with little gasps of his name.

He doesn’t get to practice his technique often, but that makes it all the more pleasurable to re-acquaint himself with it now, find the ways of pressing and curving his tongue that make Barclay’s ass tense under his hands.

“Fuck, fuck, Joseph, I take it all back, every rude text, you’re gonna drive every date you get crazy, gonna make them wonder how they got so lucky to get someone so goddamn wild.”

“I don’t think I will. I think” Joseph kisses the small of his back, “I think it’s you. You bring it out in me, you make me want to do all the things I’d be ashamed to ask for the rest of the time.”

Barclay whimpers happily.

“I’m serious. There’s something about you, I feel like I can want what I want without shame.” He nips his right cheek once, gently, “or maybe it’s just that what I really want is you and everything else finds into line because of it.”

“Fuuuck, baby, please.” Barclays weight shifts as Joseph eats him out ever more messily, “wanna, wanna make you feel good.” He’s rubbing his dick, Joseph can tell by the sound.

“May I?”

“Uhhuh, fuck, c’mere” Barclay grabs him as soon as they’re both sitting up, “was gonna pound you into next week but I dont wanna waste time with the harness right now.”

“Then we can do that tomorrowAH, ohlord” his hand stutters on it’s way to Barclay’s cock as calloused fingers circle is dick, “god there is not a part of you that disappoints, you’re just a wet dream from top to bottom.”

“Aw, babe.” Barclay kisses his shoulder, groaning as Joseph thumbs his dick, “fuck, speaking of, you gonna tell me what you meant in the stall last night? About things being ‘the other way around.”

Now it’s his turn to hide his face, “Promise you won’t think I’m dirty?”

“Babe, your mouth was on my ass a minute ago. You’re dirty and I fucking love it.”

“I, um, I, when I travel for missions I look for, for places that have glory holes.”

“Oh fuck” Barclay ruts against his palm, “that’s a fucking amazing image blue eyes. You on your knees, trying to keep that fucking suit clean while a fucking parade of guys shove their dicks down your throat.”

“I, it’s an easy way for me to get off, I can edge myself until I’m done and then cum without anyone being the wise but, god, half the time I’d think about this, want this.” He speeds up his strokes, pumps his cock into Barclay’s fist.

“What, a hairy trans guy?” Barclay bumps their noses together.

“This” his free hand glides along Barclays arm where it’s holding him, “s-someone to see me, hold onto me, fuck the whole of me and not just the acceptable, easy part. But” he meets brown eyes, teases slick skin, “I, the other times I fucked someone like this it, it was like I was still in that fucking stall. Last night, today, I’m here, I want to be and I am.”

“Baby.” The word comes in a sweet rumble of understanding just as Joseph cums with a gasp. He holds on for dear life as Barclay joins their hands and guides his fingers along his dick, forces his mind to memorize the movements and shapes for next time.

Barclay cums with a groan, flinging his hands up to cup Joseph's head and kiss him. There’s cum on his arm, on Joseph’s fingers and now in his hair and he cannot bring himself to give a shit. Gradually the kisses trail to his cheeks, his neck, his collarbone, and then Barclay is nestling his head under his chin.

“I, um, I think it might have been a good thing. That first date. I can be overly focused on work, can forget to turn off the special agent questioning mode and just talk like a person. I’m glad you saw those parts of me and, um, and decided to give me another chance.”

“Hey, you saw that I could be kinda sensitive and stubborn when I think someone did something wrong and you still saved my ass from being humiliated on the internet.” Barclay sighs as Joseph pets his hair.

“Do you, um, want to keep getting to know each other? Good parts and bad?”

Barclay looks up at him. Sees him.

“Yeah, blue eyes, I do.”

[dylanxmin]

Arranged Beauty ∣ m.yg

this fic is part of the event that hosted by @ / House of Ddaeng network. 

y/n thought she is way good with being alone and rejects her parents insist on getting marrying with someone they offered, but soon after, she realizes she is not way good with being alone. contrary, she needs that arrange marriage.

pairing; min yoongi x reader

genre; fluff, angst, arranged marriage!ua, first date!au,

warnings; swearings, mention of sexual association, y/n gets bratty for a second but she’s gonna regret that, soft soft yoongi but also brat, jealous yoongi, they both just stupid,,

rating; pg-15

word count; 8.2 k

a/n; i have no idea what i did. it started as a waaay shorter story, but end like this, asfhas,, hope you’ll love this fic as much as like to write it. im curious about what you’ll think about this, so yes, feedbacks are highly appreaciated!! thank you for reading, lots of love ♡

Twenty-six. 

That was the age when your parents started to pressure you to have a decent life. According to them, one can call their life as a decent one, if they are married, but they were also okay with a short time engagement. And when you hit the age of twenty-six, they start to bother you, bombard you with their wills to be grandma and grandpa. 

Your mother's daring character even leads herself to offer you some pictures of the men she knows somehow. Lawyers, doctors, and of course the future CEOs of the very important companies. 

At the age of twenty-six, you thought they were going crazy or trying to make you go crazy. Of course, you vetoed every man she offered you, even though your mom can be very, very persistent, you handled the situation well. Avoiding them until they get sick of your stubborn attitudes, and they stop keeping their hopes high. Well, your little sister's marriage had helped you with the issue, but either because of this and that, they stopped forcing you. 

Even though your parents find it highly pathetic, you finally enjoyed winning the constant fight that was going on for years with them. In your single-roomed apartment, all by yourself, and no one there to heat your cold feet in the coldest days of winter. 

And at the age of thirty-two, you start to think a lot. Overworking, and overthinking yourself with the black space in your chest. 

The freedom you loved so much led you to stay single, one night stands, and the dates you go to a couple of times aside. Most days, it didn't bother you that much. Being alone and being all alone forever. Seriously, it didn't bother that much. Until you find yourself in the loop where you watch only romantic comedies, paying a great deal of money for the napkins, as you find yourself crying until your throat goes sore. 

That's how you found yourself dialing your sister's number, mumbling some bullshit over the phone. Throat sore, eyes puffy and red from all the crying, words falling from your lips, and Eunji finds it too hard to understand what you were talking about. She puts you on speaker, calls for her lovely husband he loves so much, and hoping Hoseok could understand what was going on with you. 

''... not wantin' that. Don' want to die alone,'' freshly married couple only manage to pull these words from your mouth, and couldn't clarify the thing you babbled. 

Does it sound completely pathetic? Well, if you have the authority, you can always blame the cherry martini. And if you have to be honest, despite you don't want to, it was more like lots of gin side with cherries. 

According to what you say to them-- you, of course, couldn't remember what you said. And how much they told your parents, you at the age of thirty-two found yourself in a first meeting. With the man you'll be married.

Arranged marriages weren't your thing, but seeing your friends getting married one by one, having children, and happily married in front of you, basically forced you for doing this. Thirty-two years old so-called modern advertiser gets sick of the loneliness she had and agrees to an arranged marriage. And this is no other person than you.  

When Eunji and Hoseok come to visit you and giving you the big news with a wide grin, you didn't think that they would find someone so quickly, but as the rumor says--rumor was no other than your sister--, the very charming neurosurgeon who is only thirty-five couldn't find himself a decent woman to marry. Not to your surprise, your parents get so hyped up with the news, and to your luck, the man--soon after you learn that his name was Yoongi. Min Yoongi-- happened to be the very best friends of Hoseok. 

Without wasting any more time, your parents meet with each other on the phone, both women burning with the desire for a grandchild, even though they already have. And the fathers, talking formally with each other, and saying how being single after the thirties is dangerous for one's career. Deciding the time and place for both of you two meet, and even your parents decide what you should wear. 

It all feels like you are the head actress in a movie, where your parents forced you to marry the rich man for your family's debt. In all reality, there was no debt or force. Maybe there is a little force, but in the end, you wanted them to find someone for you. When you keep thinking about it, guilt starts to creep towards your chest. Questions with unknown answers fill your mind. 

What if the man turns out as a psychopath? What if he has some weird kinks that you can't handle? The more you think everything scares the shit out of you. You cover your face with your palms, you groan while your head falls on the table. How could you be this stupid to agree on what your parents always wanted? Arranged marriage? What time is this? The late seventies? 

In the internet age, you really did agree on meeting with the man you probably were going to marry in a small coffee shop that your parents chose, wearing a blue dress that also your parents picked. 

Is it too late to go back? What if you leave before he gets here? Probably he doesn't know how you look--as you had no idea about his face or body image. A huge knot sits on your throat, making it hard to swallow your regrets. Not that you were giving lots of crap about someone's look, but what if he is not your type? Is it okay to leave after ten minutes of talk? What if--

''Ih-hım,'' before another ball of questions jerk into your mind, a fruity voice cuts you, ''L/N Y/N?'' while you taking your hands from your face and lifting your head from the table, the comforting fresh odor fills your nostrils even before you see the man. ''Y--yes,'' 

Between in your slight nods, twinkling your eyelashes while staring at the man in front of you. Thick blonde haired-man eyeing you above, a light smile hangs on his face, square glasses stand under the button nose. Contrary to your dismay, he is looking good. His smile gets wide, hangs his hand in the air, ''I'm Min Yoongi. It's nice to meet you,'' 

It takes a couple of minutes before you realize that you should greet him the way he did. Even though you try hard not to act like an idiot, you are flummoxed by his sudden appearance. The voice of the chair tumbling to the floor echoes in the shop, causing all the heads to turn towards you when you clumsily get up. ''Oh, I'm so.. sorry,'' you jabbered after your head bumps to the man's when both of you try to fix the chair. 

''I'm really sorry,'' you utter in agony and guilt. Probably you look like an idiot, rather than only feeling like it. He smiles and waves his hand like it's nothing after adjusting your chair. ''I'm not going to suffer from it, don't worry,'' he chuckles, eyes staring deeply. Even though he isn't much taller than you, his soft but scanning glares made you feel smaller. He put his hand in his pocket, flexing his shoulders while standing inches away from you. Before your mind works properly and offers him to sit, you keep watching his sight. Eyes wander, settles on the others without landing on you, glancing up to the ceiling. 

''Oh my--Please take a seat,'' you plead, gesturing the chair across from the table. His brows raise with your high pitched voice, but the soft smile takes its place without wasting time. He nods, taking his seat in front of you. The reason why you act like this is both caused by how attractive he is, and how nervous you are. Either way, you feel dump while sitting across from him. 

After you take your place, long silence arises between you two. So, you take the advance from this silence by scanning him. From head to toe. 

He is wearing a dark blue sweater, a black coat on top of it, with black pants. The only colorful thing was his blonde hair, and it surprises how he looks so good with it. One glance and anyone could understand how important he is and the job he does. He is intimidating, contrary to his small smile on the corner of his lips. When your stare meets with him, you understand that he is scanning you the same way you do. Were you looking good? Does the dress look stupid in this weather? Despite his coat and sweater, you were wearing a blue thin dress with black spots. You wonder if the cut on the dress is too low or not. Not that you can do anything about it. 

''So, you are a doctor?'' his eyebrows rise with your statement. It was stupid of you, but the bizarre silence only causes you to grow more anxious. Yoongi places his hands on the table, holding his laugh on the back of his throat. He feels how anxious you are, and he enjoys how your expression changes when you think you said something stupid. He finds it cute. He nods and smiles while your face goes pink. ''Neurosurgeon, yes.'' 

''Cool,'' blinking your lashes, you start to nod in small. You didn't know if he is interested in you or the opposite, so you didn't want to make, or say something weird and scare him away. So, when the waiter came and took your orders, you thanked him mentally. Because you were at the edge of asking how much money he makes, and looking like a total gold digger. Aish... why can't you act like a normal woman for a minute? 

''And you?'' the husky voice of the semi-stranger made your heart flinch and gathered all of your attention to himself. You tilt your head and he sees your glazed face. ''What you do for a living?'' he asks one more time. Rather than finding you oddly idiot, he likes the way your cheeks go pink. ''Ah. Work. You mean... my job,'' he nods, the smile bigger now. ''I-I'm working for an advertisement company... yes,'' normally you would find your job highly amusing and cool, but with him, you feel small. Like the job you have was nothing, as he touches brains every day. Oh... you feel like an idiot. A real idiot. 

''Oh. That's cool,'' he smiles, nodding his head the same way you did. And he enjoys the way your cheeks blushes after his little tease. 

And you couldn't understand why he was acting so... kind. Contrary to all the things you did, which they were very stupid, he didn't mind them. Rather, he looked like he enjoyed them, and this literally made you feel uneasy. It was strange. Yes... strange. 

''Really?'' you tilt your brow, ''You think that's cool? Or, are you trying to insult me?'' his eyes went round, blinking them a couple of times. 

''Did I sound like that?'' he lifts his hands up, fixing his posture to emphasize and look sincere to you. ''I didn't mean to sound like that. I'm sorry and of course, I am not trying to insult you nor the job you do.'' you nod, expecting his apology. It was your time to enjoy the way he looks dumbfounded. 

''Iced americano,'' when the waiter comes with your orders, you hear him release a long breath under his breath. The way he takes a sip from his cup, and not knowing where to look kinda warms your heart, and you feel bad for mocking him, but still, you were having fun with this. 

After a couple of minutes of silence, you decide it wasn't fun to mock with him. Instead, it killed the mood and now Yoongi wasn't talking, probably too scared to talk with a psycho like you as you just accused him something he didn't do like some hebete. And the way you found it funny, left its place to regret while you were playing with your mug, chewing inside of your mouth in guilt. 

''H-how did you met with... Hoseok?'' yes, you know it is a lame question to ask but the stupid awkwardness was eating you alive, and you want it come to an end.  

''College,'' he pressed his lips together, eyes carefully sizes you up as he doesn't want to say something to offend you. And you were sure that was going to be the last thing he said, and probably leave after drinking his coffee in rush. But he surprises you with the sudden giggle. ''In the first year of college, we decided to go to a Carnival and I still don't know why we decided to do it. But in the roller coaster, suddenly someone held my hand and never left it until it stopped--''

''Oh my... don't tell me it was Hoseok!'' you jerk your hand to your lips, very amused by the new information he gives. 

''Jackpot.'' he doesn't even try to hold his smile back, nodding his head cutely. ''I had to take care of him for the rest of the night. Because he was so frightened and needed someone.'' both of you start to laugh with the memory of him. Even though you would never think Hoseok would do that, somehow you could imagine him doing that. Somehow that suits him well. 

''Yoongi, you gave me the best card ever against him.'' you chuckled, wiping the tears from your eyelids. ''He will feel remorse over setting this meeting,'' your stomach starts to ache a little from the laugh you share with him. And you were glad that he didn't let go of this date and made you laugh like this. 

Yoongi waved his hand while leaning to take a sip from his cup, ''He will probably kill me for telling you this.'' the corners of his mouth turned up before he talked again. ''You should protect me from him as I share this with you.'' you exchange looks with him. The playfulness of him surprised you and how he changed the mood so smoothly. 

You nod with a smile on the corner of your lips, staring at his eyes. ''Of course. I will.'' 

After exchanging the memory of your mutual friend, the bleak mood left its place to a warmer one. There were a couple of good jokes, more questions to get to know each other better, and you almost forgot that this was the arranged date and you had so much fun rather than you assume. With the timid glances, leaning each other to hear better, and the way you two get closer in time felt like a real date. Not a date your parents arranged. 

Now you know about his love for music, and one could never doubt his passion for it. The way he talks about it causes your heart to hum, seeing how his eyes go all shiny while showing you his carefully made it playlist warmed your chest, you can't lie. Seeing someone getting this enthusiastic about the thing he loves brought the memories of how you liked to paint at one time. Getting all dirty while trying to achieve your goals, nose went numb because of the smell. You loved it. 

Somehow, the blonde man finds his way to your heart, and you had no objections to this. 

''Okay, tell me yes,'' you tear yourself off from the memories, and adjust your focus on him. Hands up in the air, eyes gleaming in anticipation. 

''I will,'' you said in a curious tone, seeing the corners of his mouth turning up, ''If, I know the reason,'' 

You giggle the way his eyes going round, he looks like you betrayed him. A thing about him always finds its way to make you feel relaxed around him, and it was like you knew him for more than three hours. ''After all the things we share, all the laughter and all these minutes. I thought you would say 'yes', but I guess I'm a fool,'' 

''Uh, if you are going to be this dramatic, then yes. For what is in your mind,'' you can't ignore the gasp that escaped his mouth, hand wraps his heart, shushing to fix the broken pieces of it. ''We were thinking about treating her with the best chicken wings in the country, but she decides to act rude. Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?'' he pouts, faking an attitude. 

''Oh. Pardon me and my bad mouth.'' you decide to continue the game he started. ''From now on, I won't have a second doubt about saying 'yes'. Promise.'' his mouth curved into a smile after you lifted your pinky finger in the air, and without wasting time, he wraps his around yours. 

''And tell me more about those chickens,'' you say, stealing a laugh from his chest. 

''Oh my--god.'' your hiccup interrupts you while laying yourself on the back of the booth. You lick the sweet chilly from your finger, having a food baby in your stomach never felt this good. It was the best chicken you ever eat, and you almost started to cry after tasting it the first time. The sweet chili sauce and the crispy cover on the chicken wings just blew your mind and took your mouth with it. If you could, you would eat a dozen of them. 

''Right!'' Yoongi voices with pleasure, takes another bite to fill his mouth, ''This brings heaven to your mouth. No less.'' your laugh cuts in the middle as a cramp finds its way to your stomach. You really ate too much. 

''You were right, but I guess I'm going to faint.'' opening the little packet, you start to clean your fingers with the wet wipe, the sharp smell immediately fills your nostrils. You did enjoy every bite, it wasn't a lie. But you could feel the heaviness on your stomach from all the eating and the drinking. You were over thirty and there was no point worrying about eating too much or drinking beer on the first date. 

To be honest, you would worry about this if the date was not with him. But with him, with Yoongi you don't feel the need for acting differently. You like the way you can do whatever you want to do. 

''What about another round?'' his eyes gleamed with a mischievous hint. It was triggering the ache in your stomach, and as every sensible human being, you should say no. But the sweet taste lingers on your teeth, numbs your tongue with its savor. 

''You are inviting me to sin.'' you wipe the corner of your mouth while trying to lean towards him, but the body feels like a ton. Despite the ache and the handicap on your way to breath, you reveal a big grin. How could you say no while he looks at you with those bright browns? You couldn't. ''And I'm happy to participate in this. Course you need to pay for my hospital expenses,'' 

He lets out a choked, husky laugh. Holding his stomach while serving you the best gummy smile, and looks deep into your eyes after adjusting his posture. ''Believe me,'' the way he licks his bottom lips just does something to you. Levitates your stomach, sticks your breath on your throat. If someone would ask you, you would gladly accept to watch him sit in front of you. That's something you are sure about. ''You won't regret eating too much of this. No one can.'' 

He holds his hand up after tearing his eyes from you, calling the waitress for the second round. A grin stuck on his lips, you stupidly believe him. You would believe if he said he is the president of the world, and that was stupid. But you didn't mind, as your heart never filled with this much joy for so long. 

With a wiggle in your stomach, you feel heavy on the heart. Overwhelmed by his actions, the way he affects you. The way he has the cutest, heartwarming smile made you angry as he had no right to look like this. With the blonde hair, smart-looking glasses, and the round button nose that you just wanted to boop your finger. 

It was enough to catch you on his spell but too much for your poor heart.

You know that you owe a big thanks to Hoseok for arranging this date-- you didn't know what this was, to be honest. Was it a date that he agreed just for fun and not calling you in the morning, or is he thinking this is more serious than a silly date? You didn't even know what or how to think about this. Yes, you agreed to an 'arranged marriage' thing with your parents, but were you going to marry the first man you date? Were you going to decide after one date? 

Whether deciding it after the first date, or the first man, you only know one thing. And that is the amount of joy and happiness you feel heavy on your chest. Only watching him while he is eating chicken wings in extreme delight was enough to change the speed of your heartbeats, so you had only one thought. Letting him decide. 

Your judgment wouldn't be clear or sensible, you know that as the heat on your chest won't stop growing minute by minute you spend with him. 

Letting him decide if this is just a one-time thing he just agreed for his friend's sake, or he would consider marrying you. You didn't know if handing the ball in his hands was being selfish or the contrary, but you just want to enjoy the moment and not overthink it. Or about him. 

No lie, you liked him. Maybe even too much for the first date, but screwing this up the last thing you want as you always do. Selfish or not, you choose not to make a decision. 

''Can I open my eyes, now?'' 

Everybody would like a little excitement in their life, as well as you. But you never imagine that excitement would be like this, taking somewhere on your first date with a blindfold. It was much more likely a napkin from the place you ate the chicken wings than a blindfold, but it didn't change the result. 

Yoongi decided to take you somewhere you could burn the calories you have been whining about. Probably you wouldn't come up with an idea about the place, but as you were almost walking for almost ten minutes, it should be close. Thinking and trying to guest the destination was useless, as you never came here before. 

One second you were worrying about marriage, but now, all that worry turns into losing your lungs. If you could stop being dramatic, you trust Yoongi enough that he wouldn't do such a thing, but would you ever stop? That is trickier than taking away by a blindfold. 

You hear Yoongi's sigh, very likely getting sick of your questions, as you never shut up asking questions. But how could you stop exactly? How could you expect him to hold you by the wrist, covering the napkin on your eyes after handling the check and saying he knows how to burn those calories. He is not resembling a creep, but who would do and say such a thing? It is suspicious. 

''Okay. You would probably slap me after finding out where we are, and the unnecessary act of cutting your sight,'' he pauses to let a giggle, hands of him leave your waist and wrist, ''Either way, prepare to defeat Y/N,'' 

Before his fingertips find the hem of the napkin and free your eyes, you collect the latest clues about the place and the thing he said. A couple of boy's voices reach your ears, shooting and directing each other. The very last hints you could get before the lights dazzle your eyes. 

''Ow,'' you whispered, covering your eyes to protect them from lights in a reflex. 

Yoongi stands there, waiting beside you while you blink your lashes in the cutest way possible, watching your eyes go between him and the basketball court. The corner of his mouth quirked up, enjoying way too much with how you look at him with wide eyes in awe. ''So?'' he holds his arms in the air, makes a circle with his body, and stops after turning his face to yours once again with a proud smile on his lips. 

''So?'' you repeat, tilting your brows. Seeing the three boys playing basketball on one of the hoops, the other one is empty, waiting for you two to play on there. There was another couple of people who were sitting on their portable chairs, drinking from their cups, and laughing. It was them and the boys who were too caught up with their game but even thinking to play in front of them made you nervous. It was duskily illuminated, but still, you had worries to play. 

''What, too scared to play with me?'' pale blond lifts an eyebrow, seeing the timid look on your eyes, he leans over, brushing his shoulder to yours, ''You know you can't beat me, don't you?'' a sheepish smile stands on his face to tease you. Yoongi didn't know about you too much, yet he could understand pushing your legs would pay. 

''Tch, please.'' just the way he thought, your ego beats your anxiety. ''I could crush you with my amazing triple shoots,'' you stick your tongue out, can't help but act like three years old while challenging him. The way you act, causes him to burst into a laugh. When he thinks you can't look cuter than before, you stand in front of him, sticking your tongue out. He must have done something so good to have you in return. 

''Well well, then you should show me those 'amazing' shoots,'' while you tilt your brows for the second time today, he leaves you in surprise, turning his back at you and starts to walk away. 

''We don't have a ball to play!'' you try to remind him, yelling at his back but he turns around, grin on his face. If he tries to look cool, you know he won't look his butt on the ground because walking backward isn't cool, or a sensible thing to do. ''You think?'' he shouts back, the mischievous glow could be seen from where you stand. 

What does 'you think' mean? You don't have a ball to play if he didn't plan this before and take one with himself but to your knowledge, you are not blind. Because one can see the orange ball-- You could go on the debate in your mind if he wasn't talking with the boys you notice before, taking their ball after having a small talk with them. 

Yoongi walks over you, bounces the ball, swirling it around his body. Basically showing off, trying to surprise you with the moves he made. You watch as the wind messes with his hair, how he grips the ball, and bounce it like a professional. He is good at what he does, and you could understand that with a glimpse of look, but also you can catch the way his eyes follow the ball, lips curled up with the delight he feels. 

You cheer for him when he passes the ball between his legs, without paying it much effort. You didn't know he was this good, as he never mentioned his interest in it, but seeing it with your bare eyes rather than just mentioning is way better. Well, little did he know you haven't shared the same interest with him. 

''Okay Jordan, pass me the ball,'' you wave your hand, directing him where to stand after he throws it. He giggles the name you call him, blessing your ears while waiting for you to make a shoot. 

It's only been a day, yet you feel like knowing him more than one day, way too comfy around him while talking, eating, or acting. You don't know if this is one of your dreams, where it affects your subconscious because all of the romantic movies you had watched too much in depression. Or simply, this man who makes you do stupid things like eating dozens of chicken wings is just a wizard. And you are affected by one of his spells, can't make proper decisions, and probably he isn't this good looking. It is all because of the spell he did. 

His eyes are not this bright, his cheeks are not that cute and tempting you to squeeze them. Or his lips are not that mesmerizing and you only want to taste them every time he smirks just because of the damn spell. You are old enough not to charm by a hair, yet all you want to do is bury your fingers in that velvety fuzz. 

''Are you gonna show me those shoots or too scared to move?'' his mouth twisted, pale skin peeking under his sweater and the coat he is wearing, glowing shamelessly. You nod, plastering a smile on your lips, can't get enough of his teasing. Even though you want to see his face after the shoot you are going to, retarding is more enjoyable. 

So when you throw the ball with a false effort, causing it to fall inches away from the hoop, you hear the squeaked laugh you never heard before. Apparently, it was too funny for him as he almost kneeled in front of you from laughing, holding his stomach while his shoulders shake. ''Well, we can say that wasn't the amazing one so far, huh?'' he teases while wiping his eyelids. You could offend by his actions if this isn't all an act, and in reality, he is the one who should laugh at. 

''Trying again? Okay, I can teach you the right way after that,'' you want to throw the ball to his head, his cockiness amazed you as you bite your lip to hold your laugh behind. The popular neurosurgeon was nowhere to be found when you eyed him. And you like the way he leaves the maturity aside, having fun with you and the time you two spend. You could easily say after spending enough time that he wasn't acting, the laugh that leaves his throat is real, as well as the shine in his eyes. Part of you doesn't want to wreck his mood or turn off the cocky light in his eyes but on the other hand, you desperately want to see his face after you stop acting and shoot a real basket. 

You bet the blonde prig won't be expecting you to take an oh so good shoot, and the cunning side of you wants to wipe that smile on his face. You want it so bad and can't help the way your body moves to the right corner, dividing your strength equally to your legs and arms before taking a shoot. With a light jump, you send the ball right into the basket, it takes two turns on the hoop before passing through it. It wasn't the best triple shoot, but you only played it in your free time with your family, yet you know that your body reveals that you played basketball very well. Much to his dismay, it was a perfect basket. You turn your head as you want to see his face, putting your hands on your waist and serving him a big grin. ''How about this one?'' the hint of your laughter can clearly be heard by him, not that you want to hide. 

He stares. 

And he stares for a long one minute, not talking nor giving you an idea with his expressions. After fixing your posture, your lips quirk in a pout, brows furrowed as you can't understand why he hasn't said anything or did. A knot sits on your stomach, you want to say something but your mouth goes dry with the uncertainty. While the deep silence takes over around you two, finally he shows a feeling on his face. 

A line appeared between his brows, a beam flash past in his eyes, and he started to walk over to you. 

Was he angry? Because you can throw a ball? Yes, you wanted some reaction, but anger wasn't the quite close expression you expect. With every step he takes, the hair on your body stands on end as you didn't know what to say. So you try to ease the nervousness you felt, ''Not so cocky after seeing this girl can play, huh?'' you mock, pointing yourself with your forefinger, wiggling your brows before he stands in front of you. 

Way... way too close. 

He stands so close that you could even see the little mole on the left side of his face, right beside his nose placed cutely on his cheek. The tiny whiteness on the same side of his lips, breaking the proportion but adding him another sweet flaw. You even pay attention to his facial line on the side of his nose, only to abstain from his eyes. Abstaining from capture by his lovely, velvety browns. And when he starts to speak, you can smell the chili sauces mixed with the beer he drank. 

''Can you wear my coat?'' with a mouth that slowly opens, you stare at him without blinking. He tilts his brows slightly, it was tiny and almost non-visible, but you catch the twitch on his jaw. 

''I'm sorry but, what?'' you baffled, obviously not expecting him asking that, and can not put it on logic. Under his bashful stare, you hear the sound when he takes a deep breath between his teeth. Cocking your head aside, you try to evaluate if you are cold or not, but you know that you haven't done anything for him to take as a hint that you are cold. Darting your eyes at him, your stomach flips over after realizing how good he looks under the slight street light that illuminated the court, the shadow of his eyelashes falling on his cheeks, mesmerizing with every blink. ''Y... you want me to wear your coat. And that's why? I'm not cold if this is what you think--'' 

''It's not. Not because you are cold,'' you watch him slipping his fingers on his hair, ruining the straight strands with a pout. Yoongi opens his mouth, but the weight of his words feels too much, he closes it again. He is thirty-five years old and should be mature enough to press this puberty feeling, and not want to cover you with his coat so no one can see the way your dress moves, expose the skin you covered with the same dress that betrayed you. And also, he knows he is not in the place to tell you what to do, or get jealous the way the others who size you up. But the first time after he gets mature enough, Yoongi can't find control over his emotions. ''I thought... thought that you could feel uncomfortable with the... dress,'' 

''Oh,'' you bite your bottom lip after getting caught off guard. Not that you are irritated or think it's possible, but is he just jealous, or is this just your mind playing games and causing you to think the impossible one? 

''But you don't have to. I mean if you are okay with your dress. You just don't... don't have to wear this.'' bubbles of laughter fills your throat as he stands stunned with wide eyes, 'o' shaped mouth is enough to melt your heart and spread heat to your chest. You bite harder your lip to hold your laugh, bend your head staring your shoes. ''Is it too distracting for you to beat me, Yoongi?'' darting over your eyes at him, you open them wide, rolling his name on your tongue only to tease him more. Getting even closer to his face, you talk in a pout. ''Do you think it's can affect others just the way it does to you?'' 

An almost unhearable whimper leaves his lips, shaky breath hits your cheek. A shade of embarrassment crept towards his cheekbones, increasing his cuteness. He stares speechless, you could only catch the loud gulp from his throat and you know it is enough of teasing him. 

''Okay, I'm admitting.'' taking a step back, you pat his shoulder. ''I'm a little cold, and it looks cozy.'' you lie while pinching his coat. His dull expression slowly fades, the corner of his lips tilt in the shape of a smile. Eye bags puffing up, face lines appear only to puss his soft cheeks on his cheekbones. 

You are not going to admit this to him, but the way your heart flinches under your chest, the way his soft smile cuts your breath, and the way your fingers physically pains to touch his cheeks just unbearable to hold on. At first, you only thought that his lips were in a good shape, can be even called cute but right now, they were just tempting. It was almost aching how your feet itch to take a step closer, and closer until your breaths can mix with each other, and the so imagined taste meets with your lips. 

''Here,'' he acts, taking his coat off of him swiftly to wrap it around you, and he does gently. Helping you to pass your arms in its sleeve, patting your shoulders after he links each button, as he looks way too pleased with the gummy smile that pinned to his face. ''Better now?'' he asks sincerely, wanting to make sure of your comfort, so you nod in appreciation. 

The heat immediately rushes over to your body, you thought you were joking before but after feeling the relaxation on your muscles, you surprise how cold you were. Wearing a dress in this weather without any coat was a big mistake, you noted. 

''So, if there is nothing you can object to, can we go on and play? Or, are you too scared?'' he scoffs at your playfulness, tilting a brow. Yoongi does not know how to react the way you wiggle your brows, the way you dare him with the buffoon smile. Luckily, he has another plan on his mind. ''So eager to taste the defeat, huh? All right then, I will give you a lesson.'' 

''Hah. Bring it on--''

''-But, before you get all moody, I want to do something.'' in return of his sparkling browns, your lips curl into a pout. Not expecting him to cut you off like this, even though he didn't do it without having any kindness. It only takes two seconds for you to realize what he was up to when his palms cover your cheek, timid touches of his fingertips on your skin. Is he going to kiss you in public? In your first time? Should you object? Between trying to ease the chaos on your mind, and understanding if you want this or not, hot breath already stands way too close to your lips. It was not a lie that you were thinking about kissing him a minute ago, but when this happened as a reality, you stand there like a deer in the headlights. 

Before you can choke yourself with overthinking, his whisper cuts it. ''Can I?'' he raises his brows, asking for your permission one more time before going for it, making sure of your emotions and thoughts about himself. Eyes of him scan yours pleadingly, as he was trying to emphasize his intentions. You were so nonplussed by what he was up to that you couldn't even move a muscle, only blink hard enough to capture the moment, face turning scarlet with the heat just crept towards. Feeling your heartbeats on your cheeks, under his fingertips. Every loud hammer brought your heart over your mouth, mouth dried completely. But you manage to voice, almost inaudible. 

''Please,'' 

When you met with his lips, it wasn't soft as you expected due to his dried lips, but soon after it changed. After you part your lips to capture his bottom lip between yours, a ball of warmness just explodes. Reaches till your fingertips from your chest, tiny mewl slides by you with the strong rhapsody you have inside. 

It was palm pulling, lips trying to deepen the kiss kind of keenness you both felt for learning, acknowledging each other. Soon after one of his hands left your cheek to pull you closer as your fingers weren't enough to do so. The others were long forgotten, it was just you and him. Everywhere was clouded, protecting your intimacy from others. 

You were only tasting, knowing, and capturing each other. 

When the kiss broke out as both of you needed fresh air in your burning lungs, you were shocked by the way you carried away by your desire. You, probably Yoongi too, was feeling the same way, find this very immature, unwisely but the thing you feel, and wish that he was feeling the same way you do was beyond your imagination. The attraction was between you from the first time you started to bond today, but you could never think that would be this euphoric. 

Between heavy breathing, and adjusting the moment you just shared cuts off by his hoarse voice. ''Was this highly good or is it just me?'' you snort at his silliness, slap him by the head before he can react. 

''You'll get your answer if you can beat me,'' tearing yourself apart, you take the ball despite his whines. But as he sees you won't step back, he sends hair-raising glares at you. 

Soon after, the contest loses its solemnity and turns into something where Yoongi chases you with the ball to throw at you. And you found yourself giggling, running away while screaming in tiny. With a glance at you two, and no one would believe you two for being over thirty but it felt so good to act without caring for anyone. You almost forget the feeling of happiness, cooing from joy, and having someone not minding your bullshits even on day one. 

Of course, you accept how the kiss felt 'highly good', holding your palms up in surrender, before laying on the grass. Not that you lost the game, more likely from winning the better prize. The blond neurosurgeon, at age thirty-five was your prize. To be honest, he is the best thing that happened to you in ages without any exaggeration. For all you know is that maybe arranged marriages were not that bad. 

Frankly, you wouldn't dare to lie and say you still object it while watching the man beside you. He gave you more than you expected. The comfort, happiness, and tickling bubbles on your chest. And you hope that would last long enough to the day you knew each other like an open book. As you wanted to know and more about him, every little detail, and every tiny mimic he makes. 

And you will see that day if you are lucky enough.

''We are out of rice!'' you flinch with the loud voice, take a big sigh at the view you see in the mirror. Lipstick extends along to your right cheek from your lips, as the outcome of hearing the thick voice without any warnings. ''And the last toilet paper just finished!'' tsking audibly, you take the wet tissue to clean the mess you made. While wiping the ruins of the lipstick, you hear the whining voice once more, closer this time. 

''We don't have any toothpaste, either. God, why don't we have anything? Aren't you supposed to take care of the grocery this time? It was your turn,'' the man is nothing but in black sweatpants and a white shirt appears, constant grumble on his mouth trying your patience. ''You have lipstick on your cheek,'' he points his face to address where the stain is as you lock your gaze on him by the mirror. 

''You don't say,'' lifting the brows you watch him narrowing his eyes, scoffing at your answer. ''And I was thinking why I have wet tissue on my hand. Thank you, babe.'' he rolls his eyes, sighs while ruining his hair. Black hair flies in the air, every pinch falling another direction and it warms your heart. Your husband dyed his hair black from blonde after having a white hair crisis and deciding to dye it for good. Not that you didn't like the blonde hair on him, but black was something different. It gave destructive charisma to him that you adore so much. 

It is the greatest thing since sliced bread. 

''When you say they'll bring Hoseong and Aera again?'' after finishing the cleaning, you turn to your husband who asks nonchalantly but the light in his eyes says he is happy. ''They'll be here any time soon. Why?'' 

He shrugs a shoulder, acting as he is not interested. ''Just curios. I'll adjust my appointments so,'' you nod, giggling as you decide to reach him. Leaving your bean bag chair, you take a two-step to wrap your arms around his neck. 

Brushing your nose to his, ''You love to hang out with them, don't you?'' you ask, mentioning your nephews. Even before he admits, you already knew that he adores them. Hoseong at nine and Aera at seven years old buck of happiness for Yoongi, and you can see it in his eyes. The way he plays with them, caring for them always puts a light serene in your heart, but you two never mentioned having a child. Soon after you are scared to open it as you are afraid that he doesn't want to have kids, but the love he had for your nephews always confused your mind and heart. 

''Well, they are fun to hang out,'' he tears his eyes from you but you catch the attempt to hide the smile he had. Lips forcefully stay flat but gaze full of bubbles. But when you tilt your brows, staring at him with a pout, you break him. ''Okay, okay... I love those chubby kiddos. You know how smart they are, don't you? Aera asked my opinion about Pluto, whether it's a planet or not. Can you believe it?'' 

''You are so whipped,'' you let out a laugh that wrinkles your eyelids. His enthusiasm over your nephews made your day, a bolt of laughter spilled by your lips over and over again until you managed to ease it. ''such a cute man,'' wiping your tears away from your face cut by his hands when he grabbed yours. 

''Y/N, did you... did you ever think about having a child? I know we never talked about this all these years, but I guess... No, I know I want one. Yes, I want us to have a child to raise together.'' his eyes burned with determination. It was enough for you to know he really serious about it. There was nothing for you to obligate it if you look. Both of you get paid well, had a nice home and big enough even for two kids, moreover, both of you love each other so much and you know that you two will love the exact same way if you have a child in this home. ''What do you think?'' 

Taking a deep breath to ease your thoughts you eyed the man you adored so much. His keenness sparkled in his eyes, waiting for your answer to be the happiest man alive. Even if you wouldn't want a kid in your life, you couldn't break his heart by saying no, but fortunately, you want this as much as him. 

''I would love to have a baby who has the same gummy smile you got on there,'' Yoongi, your husband coos after what you said, holding you by the waist and twirls your body with himself. He acts like you just said you are pregnant, but you laugh and kiss him back when his soft one finds your lips. He thanks, swears that he will be the greatest dad and husband for this family. 

The ring on the door cuts his words, tearing himself apart from you, he leaves to open the door wiggling his body in great joy. But you believe him. You would believe him even if he hadn't sworn and put his heart on it. He already was the best husband ever, and you had nothing to worry, frighten for. He will be the best dad in this world, as you know because he said so. Just like the time, he said you two will make a good couple after he took you home on your first date. As he said, you took his heart and his last name after four years. 

Never regretting for one second on agreeing to go on an arranged date. And you knew that you won't have any other regret in the future, either. Not with the sweetest neurosurgeon you love so much. 

[kileyrose-2003]

Rebecca character headcanons: How they react to seeing without a towel infront of them by accident after a shower

A/N: Hello lovelies! This is for my dear friend @merci-bitch I'm still working on all of your request. Most of them are being started from square one. So bare with me as I make it through them. Coming back fully is a work in progress for me. I'm going through a bit of a rough patch right now. It's all going to be okay in the end though. Just got to take everything one step at a time. I love you all and I hope you all have a wonderful day.

Warning: Implied/slight sexual content, slightly NSFW

Rose

This a common occurence with Rose

She hates shoes and I do headcanon she also dislikes clothes

She's very airy and bohemian in her style

Wears a lot of silk and cotton

She doesn't like feeling weighed down by fabric and material

It's very rare she actually wears a pair of form fitting pants when she's home

And even then, they're very stretchy

There are a couple of scene in Doctor Sleep where Stephen King explicitly writes she has no top on

Or no clothes in general

Especially around Crow.

She's a beautiful woman and she knows it

She even walks around The Bluebell Campground when she gets out the shower with only a bath sheet on

There is nothing sacred in The True Knot

They've heard and seen it all by now

So a person covered by only a bath sheet, doesn't bother them

You personally would never do it intentionally

And if you do accidentally expose yourself or run around improperly dressed, it's an accident or in the most dire of situations

At this point you're still freshly turned and holding onto rube morals still

Well

At least as much as you can being in The True Knot

On this particular occasion where you dropped the towel, it was Rose's turn to go grocery shopping

She gave you the option to come but you chose to stay behind

You slept in til about noon and you were in desperate need of a shower

And a cup of tea

She made you scream the night before

So after a little relaxation you took your shower

You're the fun one in the relationship

So if you like to sing, you sing in there. If you like to dance, you danced.

Point being you lost track of time

The cold water beading down on your skin was a harsh reminder of that

You stepped out, dried yourself

Dropped the bath towel

Went to pick out some clothes

The curtains were shut so it wasn't like anyone could see inside the trailer

Or at least you thought so

Until you heard the clicking of the door knob

You froze, panic running through your body

There was Rose, paperbags filled with groceries in her arms

At first the two of you stood there looking at each other with blank faces

Somewhere in the midst of your shock, you can hear Crow standing outside the trailer politely leaving the other bags on the steps

And you become even more mortified

But eventually Rose began to smile

"Well, that's a greeting in half isn't it."

You're immediately embarrassed by the remark which makes Rose grin even more

"No, no, no. No shame. It's not like it's the first time I've seen you in this setting, right?"

You stumble on your words even more

And you can tell Rose is genuinely enjoying it

You don't know what to do

What to say

Part of you is humiliated

But before you can conjure any words, her lips crash down upon yours, fingers running through your hair.

She is loving every single moment of this.

Especially your flustered expression afterwards

Needless to say you're not going to be needing clothes for quite a while now

Riza

Like Rose this is probably a more common occurence on Riza's part

Except with Riza, its not a matter of she hates clothes

She just likes to tease

In this scenario, Riza was out on business

She had to negotiate a new contract with an arms dealer and she wasn't supposed to be back for a few days so you had the house to yourself

As I mentioned before Riza hates anything deemed "domestic"

So you took it upon yourself to tidy up while she was gone

After a day of cleaning, you desperately needed the shower

You took longer than you normally would of, humming to yourself as you washed up

You didn't hear the clicking of the bedroom door opening mid way through

You dried off and stepped out of the shower, still singing to yourself. Not bothering to cover up with the towel.

And as you step out of the bathroom there is Riza

Comfortably lounged out on your bed, clad in a bathrobe with her martini glass in hand

She has been waiting to see the day that she could pull this off and now she can

"Hello, darling."

Her tone is sweet but clearly hints at a seductive nature

You nearly fall onto the floor, next expecting her to be there.

She laughs at you clearly entertained by not only the expression on your face but also your attire

"You're too cute, Y/n."

As she begins to approach you, she stands as tall as she can. Trying to intimidate you with her height.

"You really are such a precious thing, aren't you? So petite and most importantly, all mine."

She presses gentle kisses up and down your neck that leave you in shock

Riza knows she's seducing you every step of the way and she is loving it

She leads your hands down to the tie on her silk robe and squeezes your hand in hers

"Do you want to see what things you do to me?"

I think everyone can fill in the rest of the picture here

Kathleen

Even though Kathleen is a bit of a flirt and sometimes a tease, there are clear boundaries between the two of you

In every relationship there is a need for privacy and respect

If you have neither of those, the relationship won't work

So between the two of you, you respect the other one's need for privacy

Kathleen would never do anything to make you uncomfortable intentionally, and you are the same way towards her

Even though you share a room, you have a knock before you enter policy

Sure you've seen each other naked before, but it's what makes the two of you most comfortable

So her seeing you naked in this situation, was honestly a complete accident

You and Kathleen work different shifts

She teaches theatre during the day and you teach music at nights

You normally do your hair, makeup, etc. while Kathleen is out the house that way you can see her for a few minutes before heading your own way

You showered about an hour after she left

After you dried off, you had no hesitation to just rip the towel off

After all, it shouldn't be a big deal

You have curtains in your apartment , the front door is locked, etc.

You walk into your bedroom softly humming to yourself and much to your surprise there's Kathleen

Rummaging through your shared bedroom trying to find her wallet

The two of you immediately let out a yell and yiy try to make an attempt to cover yourself with anything in sight

"What the hell are you doing?"

"What the hell am I doing?! I thought you were at work."

"I was at work but I had Augustus cover for me so I can run home. I can't find my damn wallet!"

You both were so embarrassed and your faces were evidence of that

It's something you both laugh about now but at the moment, it was not so funny.

After throwing on a bath robe and twenty minutes of searching, you eventually found the wallet and Kathleen was ready to go

She wrapped her arms around you at the front door

"Well that was quite the experience. Wouldn't you say so, darling?"

The smirk on her face is evidence she's well over the incident

But you can't help but tease

"Don't act like you didn't like it." You loop your arms around her neck. "I seen the way that you looked at me without that towel on before we had a moment to process."

The way she purses her lips makes your heart pound from the residual anxiety

But she eventually kisses you on the lips

The kiss last a while and leaves you out of breath

But it's a nice farewell that leaves a smile on your face

She might show you how much she loves you later on a day off after a drink or two

It's the little moments like this that make your relationship special

Jenny

Like I've mentioned before, Jenny is very clingy to who she deems as "hers"

So when it comes to your relationship, she has no sense of privacy or space at times

You could be in the middle of taking a shower and all the sudden

"You know, this is my favorite outfit."

And there's Jenny with her head either peaking in the shower or standing in the shower with you

It's a bit annoying and it's caused a few arguments between the two of you but you won't let it ruin your relationship

So this her seeing you naked thing, is somewhat common

On the occasion you accidentally dropped the towel, you thought she was downstairs rehearsing for her next show

She had a tour planned for the following week around Europe so you figured mine as well you do something nice to her before she goes on the road

You purposely picked out nice clothes

Spread them out all nice on the bed

You stepped out of the shower

Dried yourself off

Dropped the towel and as you're midway through walking to the bedroom

"Darling, I'm-"

You freeze up

And Jenny just stared at you

You can see her cheeks turn red and muttered a small "I'm sorry."

But she isn't

And her face shows it

Her lips are hinting at a slight smile

Smugness gleaming in those piercing eyes

"Could you stop staring at me like that?"

"Like what?"

And she knows damn well how she's staring at you

Her eyes wandering all over the place

"Like you're hypnotized."

"Well if I'm hypnotized by you tell me, how do I fix it?"

I think we all know how this ends

Rebecca

Rebecca is a very non judgmental person and has a good sense of humor

She's not the type that would make a huge deal about accidentally seeing you naked after a shower

Especially if it was within a time frame you didn't expect her to be home

Because she does travel alot for work

She'd be a little embarrassed at first

"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry!"

Her cheeks would be cherry red and immediately reaching out to hand you your towel

And she'd step out to give you a moment to get dressed

Trying to make small talk to get both your minds off the incident

But afterwards it doesn't cross either of your minds

She's back to her normal self, hanging all over you every second she can and snogging

Dinah

If I already didn't want to hug Dinah, her reaction to this makes me want to hug her even more

Dinah is big on privacy

Even in your relationship, she likes to keep some things to herself

She will cuddle with you

She will kiss you

She will hug you

But she will not get undressed infront of you

And she absolutely would not want to see you naked

Under any circumstance

Her seeing you nude is something she is just not ready for

It's nothing against you

But she still needs time to heal and she doesn't know if she's ready for that next level in your relationship

And you respect that completely

The day she seen you naked was a complete accident

Dinah was busy doing errands and such while you were soaking in the bath after a long day of cleaning, so you figured she wouldn't be home anytime soon

Your body was fiercely sore. It hurt to even wrap a towel around it.

So what was the harm in not putting on a towel

As you were half way to your room, you heard the door the padding of feet softly across the floor and you froze

"Y/n, I'm back. My apologies, I-"

Yours and Dinah's eyes interlock and she nearly lets out a scream

She was petrified and looked near the verge of tears

Whether it was out of shock or embarrassment you can't tell

But it hurt so much inside to see her like that

You open your mouth to say something but before you even have the chance to say anything she's running outside

You debate on going after her right away but what good would it do?

She was already scared as it is and it's not like you can take the chances of walking outside nude

So you throw on a dress and shawl as quickly as you could and go to find her

When you do, she has her face buried in her hands but she's not crying which brings some relief

It was an accident obviously so she immediately forgives you but it's an incident that still sticks in your head for the next couple of days

Ilsa

Ilsa is similar to Rebecca in this situation except the shock factor hits her harder

She was off on a mission for the past couple of weeks and you were missing her terribly

Ilsa was supposed to be home earlier during the day but something came up

So you figured you'd take the time to make her a nice dinner and make yourself up

You didn't even hear her walk through the front door when she got home

You had the stereo on as you were making dinner and never bothered to shut it off

You dried off quickly in the bathroom and left the towel on the counter as you stepped out

You walked into your room expecting to be alone but there was Ilsa, clad in her favorite sweats and t shirt

Her eyes lock with yours and for a second it's intense, almost as if she's mad at you

If you weren't so locked up, you would of been running to find the nearest item of clothing and Ilsa must of seen it

Her expression quickly faded into an almost hinted smile and she blushed

"Hell-I am so sorry."

"No, no. It's fine. I made dinner if you want it. Do you mind to-"

"No, not at all."

You notice her eyes lingering as she leaves you alone to get dressed and you can't help but feel slightly humiliated

But by the time you're out of the room and dressed, she's over it and is all over you

Kissing your face all over and holding you close

The time you get alone is rare, but you both cherish it

[thatesqcrush]

Play Pretend, Pt. 1

Rafael Barba x Reader. CW: eventual smut & language. AN: An established couple decides to spice things up.

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Being in a long term relationship certainly has its perks, but it also has some downfalls. Some of your most favorite nights were just curling up with Rafael in sweats, watching a movie and eating takeout. It’s freeing to be completely comfortable with someone, to unabashedly yourself, but it also fosters an illusion of familiarity.

You weren’t bored per se, but you knew you two were hitting a rut. It all had become too monotonous and routine. For instance, Fridays were “flex-Fridays” at the courthouse and Rafael came home early those nights, a perk of being one of the more senior ADAs. As a courtroom sketch artist, you also had a more flexible schedule. You could almost count to the second he would walk through the door. Even the Chinese take-out place knew you before you even gave your name. “Cashew chicken and shrimp lo mein, egg rolls with hot mustard, I know, I know,” the woman on the other side of the line finished gleefully before you could even finish your own sentence.

Rafael thrived on the routine, since it created calm in his insanely stressful life but he could sense you were becoming unnerved. So one night, while you slept soundly, Rafael crept out of bed, and did some research.

When he pitched the idea to you, you were instantly into it.

There were fake names and backgrounds. You were a model in town for a shoot; he was a broker on Wall Street. There was also safety words: one as a warning and one to call the entire thing off in case either became too uncomfortable. You chose a bar in the Financial District - not too far from home/work but far enough that neither of you should be recognized.

Rafael had no idea what to even wear. Endless clothes hung in his closet and yet nothing seemed good enough. Eventually he settled on dark denim jeans, a crisp white button down and a black suit jacket. Prior to, he shaved off his beard, which he knew you might give him shit for later, but he wanted to really change it up for you. He tucked his gold crucifex into his shirt and sprayed on cologne. He ran the comb through his hair once more, creating a swoop in the front. Giving himself a once over, he nodded and grabbed his wallet and a mint to suck on.

Walking to the bar that night to meet his own girlfriend, Rafael was struck with anxiety. Choosing a bar stool felt as fraught with possibilities and drawbacks as an opening chess move. In the end, Rafael settled on a stool two away from another man at the end of the bar, leaving you the choice to sit beside either him or the other man.

He ordered a scotch and out of habit, he almost ordered you your own drink: a scotch on the rocks with a twist. Rafael took out his phone and hit up the SCOTUS blog, a favorite - reading about legal updates was soothing on his nerves.

As Rafael read, he was tempted to check the time every five seconds. He began to have second thoughts when you didn’t show exactly on the nose. Perhaps you changed your mind and when he got home, he’d find an empty apartment. That thought alone made his stomach knot up and want to puke.

You did show. Only 15 minutes late. When you walked in, Rafael had to remind himself to pick up his jaw, which had gone slack. You were, as always, beautiful. But you were almost unrecognizable. Your hair, which was usually pinned up, was loose, cascading over your shoulders. You wore a tight white halter sleeveless crop top, that just bared your midriff and a brown leather midi skirt, with a slit that traveled high, and left little to the imagination. You feet were adorned with leopard print heeled booties and you carried carried a red clutch. Your ears were adorned with thin silver hoops. Your makeup, which was usually demure, was bold. You had decided at the last minute to get your makeup done at Ulta, which was why you were late. The visual alone had roughly the same warm, disorienting effect on Rafael as a half a Dilaudid, chewed did.

Your eyes instinctively met and the familiarity of that alone, calmed you. Part of you just wanted to run up to him but you didn’t. You scanned through your seating options: sitting next to Rafael was too easy. Instead, you chose to sit across the way. The bartender approached and you ordered an old fashioned.

Rafael tried to watch you inconspicuously. He watched as you swirled the cherry from the drink with your tongue and he swallowed hard as you took it in between your teeth and bit down, squirting cherry juice on your lips.

Just as he was about to make his way over, someone else beat him to you. Rafael watched as the man struck up an easy conversation with you. You laughed at something he said, and leaned in just ever so slightly. Rafael shot the rest of his drink back quickly, and slammed his drink on the bar table a bit too hard, causing you to stop and glance over. The look was so subtle, that to anyone else it would have just been nothing, but Rafael could see the reassurance on your face. You quickly turned back to the persona non grata.

“Let me buy you another drink,” the man whose name you didn’t care to remember asked. You shook your head and raised your still full glass. “Thanks, but I am still working on this one.”

“You’re very beautiful. I find it hard to believe someone hasn’t snatched you up.”

“That’s because I am no one’s to snatch,” you replied curtly with a wink. “But I’m flattered that you find me beautiful.”

Rafael ordered another drink, accepting that you were forced to behave realistically flirtatious - that the game was no longer truly private - it was tethered to reality.

And to his own surprise, Rafael was also approached by someone else who was also interested in him. She was a lawyer - in wills and estates. She was interesting and pretty, so he did his bit, trying to not break character. Rafael pretended to be interested in what she was saying.

Eventually the stranger left, leaving you back alone. You watched as Rafael flirted on his own. You knew Rafael was easy to engage with and charming. You tried to not get equally as jealous as Rafael ordered the woman a drink - a martini with an obscene amount of olives. ‘How could anyone not be attracted to him?’ You wondered. “It should be illegal to be that fucking hot,” you muttered before taking another sip of your drink.

You weren’t alone much longer, as you were approached by someone else. The conversation with gentleman number two went more smoothly even though you felt uncertain and self conscious as to how the game would continue.

Both new friends left, and somehow subconsciously you found yourself closer to Rafael. And finally, Rafael approached you and introduced himself. It was awkward at first, but then it became flirty and fun. There was a sense of trust and permission granting that whatever was happening was okay. You were both playing together.

Chit chat was made about where you were both from and lines of work. Rafael was enchanted by your persona. Gabrielle Cilmi’s “Sweet About Me” played in the background; the raspy and coarse delivery against the electro beat and rocksteady grooves with lyrics about making trouble seemed to resemble the playful mood between you and Rafael.

Rafael allowed himself to be seduced by you and you him. You closed the gap between the two of you as he talked about dominating the stock market.

“Is that so?” You batted your eyes coquettishly, pressing yourself against him. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and you can dominate me.”

Rafael’s eyes darkened as he swallowed his drink. You smirked before leaning over the bar, trying to wave down the bartender to order another round of drinks. Rafael admired the how the supple leather framed your rear and he could feel the heat pool in his groin. More drinks were had. The flirtation intensified. When Rafael touched your hand, the feeling was electric - as if you were touching for the first time. Rafael dipped his head to your ear, his breath tickled you and his cologne overwhelmed your senses.

“Want to get out of here?” Rafael questioned huskily, his voice low and gravely.

“What did you say your name was again? I want to make sure I’m screaming the right name tonight,” you purred, caving.

Rafael grinned cheekily. Never had he paid a bar tab so quickly.

TBC.

[thequeenb]

What about Vivienne tries to win MC back after she found out she(Vivienne) was cheating on her? #angssstt😂😁

I would normally go for a sad ending but i am a good person lol

Vivienne. A woman who is the definition of femme fatale. The woman who held my heart but left it broken. A month, its been a month since i opened that damn door. A month since i saw a woman lying naked on our bed.

I never wanted to force anyone to be with me. Maybe having Vivienne was just a dream. She is so dreamy, beautiful, amazing, of course someone will fall for her. But she called me her woman, she called me hers, such beautiful lies.

I left the Poppy's, i couldn't handle seeing her face. I never said goodbye to anyone i decided to take a break for my own good. Its not what you think she said. I wanted to believe her, i wanted to wake up from the nightmare but i didn't. So here i am drinking alone on a club full of strangers who grind on each other. Living the life

Does she think of me or am i just one of the women she fooled? I blame me even its not my fault, maybe i wasnt enough, maybe i fell for her spells.

"Hey there" the voice bring me back to reality. When i look up i see a gorgeous woman staring at me with a smile

"Hey" i respond coldly mostly in hope she gets it but she just insists.

"I am Anna and you are?" she looks so beautiful under these neon lights that i cant resist. Though i dont give her my actual name, it became a habit

"You can call me Amy" i said slightly blushing, its been so long since i actually attracted someone.

"What brings you here? All alone that is" she keeps her distance something i am glad for

"I visited Milan with my friends so i decided to hit the club and warm up before they come" i smile to sound genuine. What else can i say? My girlfriend cheated on me and i ran away from Honk Kong and from the Gilded Poppy? Ugh.

"Come one the dance floor will warm us both" she extended a hand i surprisingly accepted gladly.

The music make my chest feel heavy but it feels so good. Our bodies brushed against eachother as our hands waved around the air. I for once feel free and enjoy the warmth Anna radiates but then i feel her hands on my hips.

All i can think of is Vivienne, her hands on me, her lips brushing against my neck. I wamt to pull away but her smile is inviting so i surrender to the touch, that until i smell the bitter sweet chocolate perfume i could recognise from miles away.

I look around but i don't see her, she cant find me that fast can she?

"Whats wrong?" now Anna is whispering to my ear, something that makes my whole body tingle

"Nothing, i just need a drink i will be back" i say as i hurry to the bar, i can use a drink indeed.

"One--"

"One dirty Martini for the lady, or am i wrong my darling?" No way. At first i thought i am dreaming but then i looked up and I saw those pair of eyes that i fell in love with.

Without another word i storm out, all the emotions overcome me i didn't expected her to find me so soon.

Great i cry and i wear a mascara, was what i thought about at the moment but i know Vivienne, she wont stop until she takes what she needs.

"Jessica wait" her sweet voice almost breaks me. I haven't seen that face for a long time yet it feels like i didn't miss a day.

"What do you want Vivienne? Why are you here?" I feel like i might explode if she says one wrong word

"I.." she struggles to speak i can see the uncertainty in her eyes

"Let me guess, you didn't mean it and you will never take me for granted again" if we were under any other circumstances i dont think i could spill those words out, but i am drunk and sad so i might as well let it all out

She dares to take a step closer but i keep a safe distance, because if i get to close i know i will lose control.

"I was worried, you left without a warning"

I scoff "really? You fucked another girl without a warning"

For a moment i think she is shocked but i cant tell, she knows how to hide her feelings well

"I know you are hurt and i am stupid but--"

I interrupt her before she says the three words that will be the cherry on the top

"Vivienne there is no but, you stole my heart like the thief you are and you claimed me you called me yours and we had a relationship but that wasn't enough, i wasn't enough!!"

Pure anger in my voice make Vivienne's eyes widen for just a second.

"I think you should leave" what i actually meant was stay, you fool stay and apologize dont listen to me, dont

"Jessica.." my name comes out of her mouth like a whisper she held for to long

She approach me taking my hand. The moment she does that my whole body surrender to her touch. Every single hair on my body is tense under her fingertips.

I gasp not expecting it and she notices because i see her standing uneasy but i allow it

"I love you, but its safer to love you from a distance isnt it?" Vivienne says and i want to scream, i cant lose her

"Vivienne.." but before i can speak her lips crushed against mine, i can taste her on my mouth, i missed that feeling.

When she pulls away i feel breathless even our kiss lasted seconds.

"I wont let you go, not as long as i draw breath" she whispers in my ear as she reach for her favourite hair that i always miss.

She holds me tight for a few moments as tears run down my cheeks freely.

Vivienne now takes my face on her hands something that makes me weak to my knees

"Dont cry, none of that" she says as she wipes my tears away

"I love you" i try to say more but my throat feels dry. I forgive her and i will forgive her all my life because she is the woman i love.

@vonda-b-real

[chuckepisodes]

Chuck vs. The Tango Part 3

You were all pulling up to the auction in a big, fancy limo. Before you guys get out of the car though, Sarah hands you two a box. "Here. This is for you both." She said smiling at you two. You and Chuck were a little confused but opened the box. You both got a watch. "Inside the watches is a tracking system. That way you can't run away from me. And if you guys flash on anyone, tell me immediately and then stay out of the way." Sarah said. "Absolutely, yeah." you agreed. " I, uh, I always run from a fight." Chuck said smiling and joking a little. All of a sudden the window rolled down and revealed Casey being the limo driver. "This isn't a joke, Chuck. No one who's ever seen you has lived to tell about it." " Is he being serious? Seriously? What are our chances of getting into trouble?" Chuck asked. "Toughen up, you'll be fine... assuming you two know how to tango." Casey said. "We did some preparation, okay? And by we I mostly mean Chuck as I watched and observed." you said trying not to laugh thinking about that night. "I wouldn't call myself an expert..." Chuck started. "Why would he need to know how to tango? Is that code?" Sarah asked confused. " No, not-- no, he told us that we needed to know how to tango..." Chuck started to explain when all of a sudden both Casey and Sarah smirked at you and Chuck. It was all a joke. "Spy humor, I like that." you said. "One more thing before we go." Sarah all of a sudden pulled out two ring bands. "Since you and Chuck are going to be posing as husband and wife." "Oh... right. Yeah totally!" you said kinda feeling sad because we wished it was real. You and Chuck each grabbed a ring. "Well let's make this fake official" Chuck said sounding sad himself. He grabbed your hand and slid the ring on your finger as you did the same with his ring. Both of you hoping one day this could be real and you can be Mr. and Mrs. Bartowski instead of Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael. After you were both done you and Chuck looked at each other and smiled. Sarah looked at you both feeling sad for you both in a way as well. But it was time to start the mission. "Come on. You ready?" She asked. You and Chuck turned your heads to look at her and nodded. A valet opened the door for you three. Chuck got out first and helped you out of the car and you grabbed Sarah's hand helping her out.

Walking in, you had your arm linked with Chuck's as Sarah was linked with yours. As you were all walking up the stairs, a waiter came by with food and as Chuck went to grab off of it, sauce got on his shirt. "I've been a spy all of five seconds and I already have soy sauce on my shirt." " Well, go and wash it off." You said patting his chest. "And Chuck, stop saying that you're a spy." Sarah added. "Right of course." Chuck said nodding as he went off to the washroom. You smiled and shook your head as you watched Chuck leave. Sarah walked over and stood next to you. You looked over at her and smiled. "You look really pretty tonight Y/N." "Thanks! So do you. And I never did thank you for this dress. It's amazing!" "Oh it was no trouble!" "I thought it was a little much but..." Sarah looked at you giving you a knowing smile. "What?" you asked, a smile appearing on your face. "I may have tried to go a little extra with you to see how Chuck would react seeing you wearing it." "Sarah!" you said playfully smacking her. She laughed a little. You loved how you and Sarah were actually becoming really good friends. "What? Oh come on. What was his reaction when he first saw you?" "Well... I mean... his jaw definitely did drop and said I looked perfect." You said blushing again. "See! You're welcome." you looked at her and laughed.

Not too much longer later you spotted Chuck running up the stairs to the both of you. "Guys! It's him." "Who?" Sarah asked. "La Ciudad." You all saw the man walking around. "Come on." Sarah grabbed your arm as you grabbed Chuck's hand walking up the rest of the stairs. You walked into the main room where the paintings were on display. "I've already identified the perp, as it were, what are we still doing here? I mean, you know, mission accomplished. Time to go." Chuck said. Sarah then turned to the both of you. "Chuck, grab Y/N and go wait at the bar." Sarah instructed. "Go wait...wait at the bar?" you asked. "Yes... and be all married coupley." She said as she walked away. "Okay, you go do what you do. We're going to beat the bar, waiting there. Covering that whole area." Chuck said grabbing your hand leading you to the bar. Chuck lead you to the chair as you sat down and he stood behind you putting his hands on your shoulders. You two were definitely looking like a married couple. "Drinks sir and madam?" Casey said posing as a bartender now. "Yeah, uh... I'd like a martini, barkeep, shaken and stirred. Thank you." " Would you like a cherry with that?" Casey asked sarcastically pulling out a cherry. Chuck gave him a weird look. "And the lady?" "I'll take a glass of merlot." "Absolutely." All of a sudden this guy walked up towards Chuck. "Chuck Bartowski?" Chuck looked at him weird, you were looking up at him trying to figure out who we was and how he knows Chuck and Casey was just staring at Chuck. "No. The name's Carmichael." "Allan Watterman, Stanford?" "Hey, hey, how are you? Hey. Hey, you. Hey." "And who is this gorgeous woman?" he said eyeing you. "Oh! This is my...wife." It felt weird to say it, in a good way, and he actually hopes to call you that for real one day. "Y/N Carmichael." You stuck out your hand a shook his. "Nice to meet you Allan." "Wow... You did real good Chuck. Wait... Is this the Y/N you always talked about in school? Your best friend?" Chuck stared at him wide eyed as you looked up at Chuck smiling. "Uh yes... This is her." Allan looked down at you. "The man never shut up about you. Always talking about how amazing you are and how much he missed you while you were at UCLA." Chuck started to blush hard. You thought it was adorable. "Nice to see Chuck got you in the end." "Yep! She's amazing!" Chuck said trying to stop before he revealed any more and would make blush more and feel more awkward. "So how are you?' "I'm great. I don't know if you heard, I sold out of my software company. Kind of unemployed. Problem is, I'm too young to retire. I'm too rich to work." he said bragging a little. Chuck forced a laugh. "That's quite a pickle you find yourself in, Watterman." "What are you doing now? Besides being married to this gorgeous woman. Last I heard, you were, um, you were fixing computers or something?" "Yeah. You know, just kind of, uh, just kind of weighing my options right now. Uh, you know, I may be getting a managerial position at an electronics conglomerate, so, you know... all right." Chuck said trying to make it sound good. "Well, I always knew you'd make something of yourself." You then both looked over at Sarah and saw her with that man, her trying to get close to him. "Why do you guys keep looking over at that woman?" "Oh! That's just my best friend. Making sure all is okay with her." You said. "Ah! Well she seems to be doing okay. Well, hey, um, give me a call. You know, if you need help with the whole job thing. I know people." "Bet you do, yeah. Yeah." "There you go." he said handing Chuck his business card. All of a sudden we both started to flash looking at his card seeing what his business really was like. "Insider trading and offshore accounts in the Caymans." Chuck said. " What did you just say? Do you work for the sec? I got to go." Allan said all of a sudden freaking out and walking away quickly. "Well that was weird." you said turning back and taking a sip of your drink and Chuck putting his hands back on your shoulders trying to process what happened.

Sometime later, you and Chuck were still at the bar waiting to figure out what to do next. And Chuck was finishing a drink. "Hit me again." He said to Casey. "Alright mister, no more for you." you said jokingly. Casey looked over your heads and saw Sarah being lead out by a couple men, one of them having a gun on her. Casey then hopped on to the bar and looked over at you two. "Stay." and then he took off. "Stay?" you said sounding offended. "Stay... Like a dog." Chuck said looking at you. Chuck all of a sudden stood beside you and held out his hand for you to take. You grabbed it and got out of the chair as you both began to walk around the room and check out the paintings. One painting stood out though and as you both looked at it you both began to flash. You both saw something that was planted inside the back of the painting. You and Chuck looked at each other before he guided you over to the painting to get a better look at it. A woman then appeared next to you both. "Beautiful painting." she said. "Yeah, beautiful. Painting, yeah." Chuck said. " It definitely has a quality about it." " Very, I would say, Bob Rossian in its influence." "Who?" " Bob Ross. Bob Ross, you know, Bob Ross. " "The guy who used to paint on PBS. With the afro and the soothing-- you have no idea what we are talking about." you said trying to explain but failed. "Sorry. " "It won't be the first time." you said. " I'm Malena." " Hi. Chuck. Charles. Charles Carmichael. And this is my wife Y/N Carmichael." "So you don't like the painting?" she asked looking at the both of you. " No, I-I, it seems very lovely. I'm just more interested in the frame, but that-- you don't..." Chuck started to say until his phone started ringing. "So sorry. So sorry about this." Chuck started to say as you looked over to see who could be calling him. "What the Hell could Morgan want right now?" you whispered to Chuck. "Who knows..." Chuck ignored the call and looked over at the woman. " Work never leaves you alone. I'm in the software game so..." "You were saying about the frame?" "Nothing, it doesn't really actually matter, sorry." Chuck said waving it off. "Champagne?" Malena asked as a waiter came by. She grabbed one for herself as Chuck grabbed one for you and him. "Darling." Chuck said handing you a glass. "Thanks." you said giving him a wink. You all clinked glasses before taking a sip. All of a sudden some tango music came on. "I love a tango." Malena said. "Oh, yeah. Who doesn't?" Chuck said. "Do you?" You raised your eyebrow at the woman and then looked over at Chuck knowing where this was going. "Mrs. Carmichael, mind if I steal your husband for a couple minutes." "Oh by all means..." you said giving Chuck a smirk. "Oh what the Hell. Let's give it a shot."

You stood off to the side and watched Chuck try to tango with the woman. You began trying so hard not to laugh again because it seemed Chuck only knew how to the woman's part thanks to Devon. Malena was beginning to get a little handsy though and you began to get real jealous. You decided to walk over and interrupt them. "Mind if I cut in and steal my husband back?" She stared at you and shrugged. You stood in front of Chuck and put one hand on his shoulder and took his other hand as he put one hand on your hip. "Y/N you sure you know how to tango?" "Oh yeah... like I said, I watch and learn.  Want me to lead?" "Yeah sure." You both began to dance and Chuck was amazed at how good you were. Once the dance was over you and Chuck were so close together you could almost kiss. You both stared at each other and leaned in but were interrupted by Malena. You and Chuck cleared your throats and looked back at Malena. As she approached you though you noticed a scar on her neck and Chuck did too and you both began to flash. She was La Ciudad. She had a hand on Chuck's shoulder as she stared at you both. "We need help." You whispered to Chuck, both of you trying to remain calm.

[licorescence]

Vanilla Indulgence

Fandom: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End

Rating: T

Pairing: Mikaela Hyakuya x Yuuichirou Hyakuya (MikaYuu)

Notes: Bartender!Mika + eyeglasses

Warnings: Mild alcohol, mild swearing/cussing

A/N: Happy (Belated) Valentine’s Day~ To be honest, I was writing this out of boredom, but after knowing that February 14 was approaching, I thought of finishing this up in order to celebrate the holiday~ And yes, it’s Bartender!Mika, but this time, with EYEGLASSES. >w< I hope this piece is okay since I felt like I rushed it. I might edit some parts in the future to make it better. In the meantime, enjoy, my dear readers. *thumbs up*

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Yuuichirou was torn between feeling two things. There was this side of him that wanted to choke himself to death with his drink to save him from the sheer embarasssment of what he was going to do, and the other side of him - the one that he was suppressing so, so hard - held this urge to murder Shinoa on that damn barstool. He wasn't expecting his friends to plan anything for tonight since it had been a stressful week of almost nonstop work and all he wanted was to let loose in order to relax.

But, no. That wasn't happening, especially with Shinoa feeling so high spirited after having a couple of cocktails.

"Come on, cherry boy, I'm very generous with this dare~ You just have to ask that guy for his number and that's it." Shinoa's voice slurred just a bit as she pointed a finger on a man by the bar counter. "He looks pretty good and he even shows good etiquette. I think you should totally ask him out. When was the last time you ever got laid anyway~?"

The rest of the squad sputtered on their drinks in surprise after what Shinoa just blabbered.

"I-Idiot! Don't ask him that! God, don't you have any shame?!" Mitsuba shrieked as she shoved a hand on Shinoa's mouth to make her stop spouting other things. Her face was red in mortification and she gave Yuuichirou an apologetic look, "Ah, you don't really have to ask him out, Yuu… Maybe asking for his phone number is already enough for the dare. Right, Shinoa?"

"Eh, where's the fun in that, Mitsu-chan~? Can't you see how lonely Yuu-san looks nowadays? He needs a lover!" Shinoa exclaimed, though it was muffled within Mitsuba's palm.

"Be quiet," Mitsuba growled.

"Well, if you don't want to do the dare, you could always say so, Yuu-kun. You don't have to force yourself if it makes you uncomfortable." Yoichi reassured with a smile as he bit on a rice cracker snack.

"That'll make him a wuss, though." Shihou commented offhandedly on the side, which earned him a sudden smack on his gut from Yoichi. "Ow, what the--?! Yoichi!"

"Oh, sorry. My hand slipped." Yoichi apologized but it didn't sound all that sincere, especially with the smile (glare) he threw right at Shihou's direction for the insult  before he turned back to Yuuichiriou, "If it makes you feel any better, I'll treat you to coffee tomorrow."

"Thanks but save it, Yoichi. Coffee won't make me feel any better especially with her around." Yuuichirou hissed as he pointed a finger on Shinoa. "If I do this without humiliating myself, you better have the dare money ready."

"Hmhm, don't worry, Yuu-san. I can bet my entire allowance if you want~" Shinoa slurred in glee and she even gave Yuuichirou a thumbs up. "You have my full support. Now go get some of that ass!"

Yuuichirou swore under his breath at how utterly brazen Shinoa was acting in public, yet he didn't comment on it and just stood up from his seat in order to do his dare. He was slightly disoriented and warm from the drinks he had before, but otherwise, he was still sane enough to know what he was getting himself into. He honestly felt sorry for the poor, unfortunate soul Shinoa wanted him to mess around with this dare. He just hoped the other wouldn’t creep out with what he was going to do.

“Uh, h-hey… Mister...” Yuuichirou started out as soon as he reached the stool near the bar counter. His gesture immediately caught the attention of the bartender present.

“Yes, sir. What can I do for you?” The man at the other side offered with a polite smile while he approached Yuuichirou after he finished cleaning up some glasses. “Do you want another drink? Or perhaps a glass of water?”

“N-No, I’m fine, thank you…!” Yuuichirou refused courteously despite the slur that slipped out of his sentence due to his marginally drunken state. “I, um… I came here to ask for your… your…”

“... My?”

“Your phone number…! Please!” Yuuichirou blurted out with his eyes shut closed as he offered up his cellphone towards the bartender, yet all that responded to him was silence. He quietly thanked the gods that there wasn’t anybody near him at the moment, because if there were, he would most likely dig a hole to bury himself into right now.

Yuuichirou could have sworn that the other guy must think he was crazy to ask him something so personal out of the blue, but instead of a repulsed reply that Yuuichirou was expecting, he could make out soft giggles that were stifled behind a hand. Blinking, Yuuichirou slowly opened his eyes to see what was so funny, only for him to get a good look at the bartender attending to him and his cheeks reddened from something that wasn’t the fault of his drinks tonight.

Holy cow…

There, before him, stood a gorgeous blond man. His wavy locks were tied up in a loose ponytail, his bartending uniform was quite loose yet it snug on his form so comfortably, and his blue eyes sparkled with mirth. His thin framed eyeglasses were a nice little touch to his already handsome appearance. Yuuichirou had barely figured out his name on his vest because of it.

“I’m… I’m sorry. It’s just...” The bartender - Mikaela - was holding back his laughter for a moment before he composed himself. “Forgive me for that. I was actually expecting you to say something like that from the moment you came here, but I wasn’t expecting you to be so cute in doing so. It honestly caught me off guard.”

“Cute…?” Yuuichirou repeated in disbelief before he frowned just a bit. “I’m not cute. You take that back.”

Mikaela snickered while he let his arms rest on the bar counter, looking completely relaxed under Yuuichirou’s presence despite what happened a minute ago. “You know, you’re not convincing anyone with that face of yours. I guess you have one too many drinks tonight. Are you stressed, perhaps?”

Everything about that tone was gentle, almost as if this stranger was one of Yuuichirou’s friends that it inclined him to speak his piece. It was a lovely offer that held no strings attached to it, giving Yuuichirou some form of liberty that he badly needed.

“... You could say that,” Yuuichirou murmured as he slowly drew back his phone and slouched on his seat. “Honestly, my entire week was hell. Every day, I wake at six in the fucking morning, clock in the office, file papers, organize documents, send faxes, type shit on computers and get a paycheck that doesn’t do me justice for all the hardwork I give. Just, ugh…”

Mikaela hummed in understanding and he outstretched a hand to pat Yuuichirou on the head, “But look at you now. It was difficult, but you did well in the face of it. Your efforts deserve praise.”

Yuuichirou blushed but he shook off the man’s hand on him with a light scoff. “Yeah, well, since my company is shit, my deeds don’t really matter to them. All they care about are the numbers.”

“I see…”

Yuuichirou could have sworn he heard disappointment from the other that perfectly matched well with the frustrations he felt during those days. This just made him all the more curious about the bartender in front of him who seemed to understand him far better than his friends do.

“It’s a shame to hear your work go to waste after all that. However, here in my bar—” Mikaela then pointed down on the counter for emphasis while he smirked. “—I’m not one to let such a thing go unnoticed.”

With that said, he straightened up and quickly grabbed his newly cleaned cocktail shaker from its place in order to concoct a cocktail on the spot. Yuuichirou watched in amazement upon being treated to an unplanned performance, mesmerized at each movement that spoke of grace and professionalism. The man was also quick in his job because he already finished the cocktail in mere seconds, and presented Yuuichirou with a creamy drink in a martini glass.

“Thank you for waiting. This is for you, on the house.” He offered proudly and nudged the cocktail towards Yuuichirou with a charming smile. “I hope you like it.”

Yuuichirou unconsciously swallowed just by staring down at the drink, and he extended his hand for it like he was hypnotized before taking a small, experimental sip.

The smooth blend of peach and vanilla slipped down his tongue, gracing Yuuichirou with a heavenly flavor similar to a peach tart dessert. The cocktail immediately brought an expression of wonderment on Yuuichirou’s face at tasting something so rich and luxurious.

“This is so good. Is this really for me?” Yuuichirou asked in a near stupefied fashion.

“Of course. You deserve it, after all.” Mikaela confirmed and he pointed at the drink with his forefinger. “The name of the drink is Vanilla Indulgence, and it’s a cocktail that fuses peach, vanilla beans and bourbon whiskey into one, similar to fruit tarts. In the language of cocktails, it means ‘Reward yourself generously’.”

A light blush made its way to Yuuichirou’s cheeks at the thoughtful gift. He never imagined that this bartender would give him something so heartfelt as a response to his horrible week. Despite being strangers, Yuuichirou was touched by the gesture and he could only offer the man by the counter a genuine smile of appreciation.

“Thank you. This means so much to me.” He confessed softly as he began to nurse his drink little by little.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Mikaela grinned before he slipped a card forward, eliciting a confused look from Yuuichirou. “You asked for my number, right? This is my business card, feel free to talk to me whenever you wish.”

“Oh, that…” Yuuichirou dawdled slowly and shook his head. “It’s okay. I only did it for a dare. I have no right.”

“I don’t really mind. I’m giving this to you because I want to.” Mikaela explained and his grin turned just a little mischievous as he added on, “Besides, you already accepted my invitation by simply drinking this cocktail.”

Yuuichirou frowned, puzzled. “... What do you mean?”

“What I mean is…” Mikaela leaned close so that he could whisper to Yuuichirou. “‘I find you attractive and I want to get to know you more’.”

The blush on Yuuichirou’s face deepened tenfold and he was left with his mouth hanging agape at what Mikaela just admitted. Mikaela, on the other hand, chuckled as he fixed his eyeglasses up, pleased at Yuuichirou’s reaction.

“I look forward to seeing you here again. Have a good night.”

Mikaela gave Yuuichirou a wink before he walked to attend to another patron that just arrived, leaving a dumbfounded Yuuichirou to process what just happened. He couldn’t comprehend why Mikaela found him attractive enough to flirt with him and possibly ask him out on a date in the future, but what he understood from their conversation was that he definitely got more than just a phone number out of Mikaela.

And, after days of feeling like a loser, Yuuichirou finally had something to look forward to.

[robinrunsfiction]

Hey :) whenever you have time, would you like to write something for Ryan Ross? Something angsty, like friends to lovers, with fluff in the end? Only if you like tho! xo

Not Yours to Tell

Pairing: Ryan Ross x Female ReaderRating: GeneralRequested By: @x-whyareyoureadingthis-x​Author’s Note: Hey, thank you for your patience, I know you requested this like a month ago! I hope you enjoy (and would like to read more?) Also shout out to @mariawritesfanfic for some assistance with the prompt I used.

“You’restill coming with me to Jon’s party, right?” You friend Ryan asked as youshifted your phone to the other ear.

“Umm,‘bout that,” you replied.

“No,(YN), come on don’t bail on me! I got my costume and everything.”

“No,I’m not bailing. It’s just… you remember how I said my Dad is retiring?” Youpaused as Ryan hummed in recognition. “So, my family is throwing him a bigdinner that night. I was wondering if you wanted to come along and then we cango to Jon’s after? I mean it’s free food and drinks.”

“Yea,sure,” he replied easily.

“Seriously?”

“Yea,I mean I was in before you said I’d get a free meal. Is your aunt gonna bethere?”

“Ugh,yes,” you groaned remembering your college graduation party when she hadgotten wine drunk and took it upon herself to tell every embarrassing story ofyou that she could think of, much to the amusement of all your friends.

“Excellent,”Ryan laughed. “Text me the details and I’ll see you then.”

Afew days later, your mom called you with the details of the party and youmentioned that Ryan would be coming along as well.

“Areyou two finally dating?” She asked excitedly.

“No,”you sighed. “I’m just keeping those feelings wrapped up inside until Icollapse into myself like a dying star.”

“Sweetie,you won’t know if he feels the same way if you never say anything to him.”

“OrI might get my heart broken and lose the number one person I count on for likeeverything.”

Yourmom sighed. “Well, we will all be looking forward to seeing you both onSaturday.”

“Pleasedon’t bring any of this up to aunt Melanie, ok? I don’t want her to let anythingslip in front of Ryan.”

“Youcan count on me sweetie.”

~

Thenight of the party, you and Ryan arrived at the restaurant looking like you hadstepped out of a time machine. When you opened your door, Ryan was leaning casuallyagainst the doorframe wearing a replica World War 2 army uniform, his hairstyled back in a pompadour. Your knees had gone weak instantly.

“(YN),you look amazing,” Ryan had said, a smile growing across his face. You hadfound a vintage dress with a full skirt and managed to do your hair into aretro style you had found on Pinterest. It wasn’t totally unusual for him tocompliment you, but whenever he did, it made your heart do a flip.

“Thanks,”you said quietly before heading out to his car.

Yourextended family looked at you two like you were nuts, which wasn’t too far offfrom how your family normally looked at you, so you didn’t pay them much mind.What made you nervous was how quickly your aunt rushed over to you.

“(YN),I haven’t seen you in so long!” She said as she wrapped you in a big hug.

“HiMelanie, how are you?” You asked as she squeezed the air out of you.

“I’mgreat darling! And who is this? And why are you dressed so fancy?”

“Oh,do you not remember my friend Ryan? He was at my graduation party,” you saidgiving her a look of annoyance.

“Idon’t remember much from that night, and for that I apologize. I’ve given updrinking, you know,” she said looking between you and Ryan.

“Youhave?” You asked skeptically.

“Yes!So, tell me why are you looking like you’re on your way to a USO show?”

“We’regoing to a 1940’s themed murder mystery party after this,” Ryan chimed in.

“Oh,how fun! I wish I was going with you two!” She said as everyone started takingtheir seats for the dinner. You quickly greeted your parents, who were seatedacross the table from you and Ryan before taking your seat.

As the dinner progressed you noticed your aunt Melanie wastalking to your mom, both of them leaning together, whispering and glancing atyou and Ryan. You tried not to let them realize you noticed what they weredoing, but it was getting tougher as the night progressed. You also noticed theempty martini glasses accumulating in front of your mom.

Ryan had put his arm over the back of your chair as helistened to the conversation you were having with your cousin seated on theother side of you. You had noticed when he did it and tried to keep fromgrinning too much, unfortunately someone else noticed your reaction.

“(YN),” you heard your mom snap from across the table. Hearingher tone, the room went quiet as everyone turned their attention to her. Whenyou looked over, she was trying to stifle a giggle. “Just tell Ryan that youlove him.”

You instantly felt sick as your jaw dropped and your faceturned crimson, not even noticing how everyone had turned to look at you inshock. “Why… how…” you stammered before glancing at Ryan who was looking at you,surprise written across his face. You grabbed your bag and rushed to thebathroom.

Your hands were shaking as you tried to pull up the app tocall for a ride, not that you could see the screen very well as tears blurredyour vision. You were gasping for air as you heard the door open behind you.

“Leave me alone,” you said without turning around.

“I’m so sorry that happened, Darling,” you heard your auntsay softly behind you.

“I’m leaving. Tell my dad I’m sorry, tell Ry…” you paused.

“He’s just outside the door,” she said placing her hands onyour shoulders. “Maybe if the cats out of the bag, it’s just time to have thatconversation?”

You shook your head. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in mywhole life. Can you tell him he can go without me? I’m just gonna hide until myride comes.”

“Ok,” she said before leaving. You leaned against thecounter and looked in the mirror, streaks of makeup running down your cheeks.Everything was ruined. You were never telling my mom anything ever again.

A few minutes later you received the notification your ridewas outside. You opened the door cautiously and didn’t see anyone you knew asyou slipped out and into the car. The drive was silent and luckily not toolong. You imagined Ryan was at Jon’s house by now, laughing at the ridiculouscircumstances of the night. As you made your way up to your apartment, you werelooking at the ground until you were almost to your door, when you saw someonesitting on the floor. You looked up and saw it was Ryan.

“(YN),” Ryan started.

“Ryan, please don’t feel like you have to say anything, nowor ever. This is possibly the worst way for you to have found out and I’m nevergoing to live this down. I’m so sorry.“

“(YN), its ok,” he said glancing down. “We’ve been friendsfor so long now, I always hoped that you would just realize one day that youloved me as much as I love you.”

You looked up, utterly shocked by his confession. “You meanyou love me as a friend, right?”

He shook his head as he took a step forward and taking yourhand. “No (YN), I love you.”

You couldn’t speak, tears stinging your eyes. You reached upand grabbed the back of his neck pulling him down to you as your lips smashedtogether. You kissed him hard in an attempt to stop yourself from crying any more,but at last they were tears of joy. His hands slipped around your waist andpulled you close to him and you could feel him smiling on the other side of thekiss. When you pulled back, both gasping for air, he was still smiling.

“Would you still like to go to the party? If we tell them towait, we can still make it.”

“Sure,” you nodded. “Let me just go freshen up my makeup alittle.”

“You’re beautiful with or without it,” he said as youunlocked your door. You turned and looked at him, surprised. “It feels good to finallybe able to say that kind of thing out loud,” he smiled. You laughed as youhurried to the bathroom to clean up your face as Ryan texted your friends.

“Jon said no hurry, but he was wondering if something wasgoing on,” Ryan said from the doorway.

“He has a sixth sense, doesn’t he?” you laughed as you finishedfixing your cherry red lipstick.

“Umm,” Ryan started. You locked eyes with him in the mirror.“He already knew how I felt.”

You smiled until a thought dawned on you. “Wait, this isn’tfair, why couldn’t he have gotten drunk and spilled your secret? Why’d it haveto be me?” You groaned.

Ryan wrapped his arms around you as he stood behind you,looking at you in the mirror. “I’m sorry that your mom embarrassed you.”

“Its ok, I’d say that it’s all working out,” you saidlooking back up at him and he planted a kiss on your lips. “Ready to go?”

“Yea, and I have an idea as well,” he replied with a smirk.

Masterlist

[lookbluesoup]

OC Interview Meme

Tagged by @tarberrymentats and @wastelandwandererstuff​ B)

SORRY IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO GET TO THIS GUYS spring break kept me busy xD But I AM BACK NOW AND READY TO ANSWER THESE TAGS THANK U ALL <33 It’s been a blast getting to read about everyone’s Fallout characters ;w; I’m trying to get braver about leaving comments/reblogs but in the meantime just know I SEE YOUR AWESOME CHARACTERS and I APPRECIATE THEM.

This was actually a challenge answering from Nate’s POV xD There’s stuff that I KNOW ABOUT HIM AND WANT TO SHARE but he wouldn’t volunteer or he wouldn’t view the same way so… take it for what it is! And feel free to ask questions! ;w;

It is long. Long long long. Not sorry. 16, 19, 28, and 33 are my favorites c;

1. What is your name?

Oh. Wow. We’re starting this interview off with some tough ones, hunh? Uhh… hm. My name. My name… Let me think. (overly dramatic pause) Nathaniel Christian Ronan? Yeah. That sounds right.

2. Do you know why are you named that?

I was told my name means “God has given,” because my parents didn’t actually think they’d be able to have a second kid. That and Pops was an army chaplain - wanted me to have a name reflecting the faith. He was very literal in his approach. Ronan is an Irish surname, which seemed a lot more important 200 years ago than it does today. It means… uh, oh, shoot, I used to know… Don’t worry, it’ll come to me.

3. Are you single or taken?

(chuckles) Sorry folks, my roving days are over. Got a nosy reporter waiting for me back in Diamond City... whatever time I’ve got left I’m giving it to her.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Powers? What, like, superpowers? That’d be awesome but, hah, no. Though I’ve been told my ability to talk myself out of trouble is uncanny. My martinis were legendary, and still would be if I find the ingredients for them in this apocalyptic wasteland. Friends say I’ve got a good ear for music… Oh, and ventriloquism. That’s always fun.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

I know you are but what am I?

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue, like my grandmother. (blinks dramatically several times for emphasis)

7. How about your hair color?

Coal back. (runs a hand through it almost nervously) And holding up better than the rest of me, considering the complete lack of well-deserved grey hair.

8. Have any family members?

I have a son, Shaun. Piper gave me roots, and Nat’s pretty much my little sister, too, at this point. The Railroad’s been more family to me than most of my own blood ever was.

9. Oh? How about pets?

Legs Washington, an orphaned radstag I brought to the Castle. He’s a bit of a mascot for the men, follows Shaun everywhere. Yeah, it’s adorable.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

You guess? Look, after this interview, I’m taking you to the Castle to meet them yourself. Your life will be changed. There’s plenty to dislike about the Commonwealth, enough to go mad over. It’s not exactly the charming old homestead of days gone by. But we’re making it better one day at a time.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Hah! “Duck and Cover” is a big one. Got me suspended from Railroad HQ once, though. I still say that was Deacon’s fault. I like long walks through the woods, playing baseball with Shaun, and a General’s work is never done but it does bring fulfillment. I like all those activities infinitely better when Piper’s around. Is that mushy? God, that sounds mushy. (smiles shamelessly)

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Yeah. Some deserved it… some I’m still trying to make up for.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

(stops smiling) Yeah. I have. You want a kill count? Six-word soundbites about all the blood and screams and the way men look when they realize they’re about to die? It’s not a fun fact. It’s not fun. Next question.

14. Name your worst habits?

I’m afraid that information’s classified. I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. OH! LITTLE SEAL. That’s what Ronan means! Yeah, you know, like, selkie babies.

15. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Aha… seriously? I’m Pipersexual, end of story. Unless you count the undying affection between my best mate Deacon, and me, which I’ve been told occasionally inspires jealousy. Honestly, I never gave putting a name to my romantic inclinations much thought. It’s always been women, but maybe I just never met the right man.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Piper, for sure. She’s - the way she sees the world? It gives me hope. She’s brave, brave enough to fight for what she believes in. No matter how bad it gets she always finds a light to hold onto, somehow, and keep going. And she’s genuine. I didn’t know what courage really was until I met her. Scribbles’ friendship is… a hell of a lot more than I deserve. I wouldn’t be the same without it. And, God, she’s funny. Sweet, and - a-ha, hm… we’d be here all day if I tried to list all the reasons why I love her.

I also have immense respect for Nick Valentine. He’s a good guy. Without ‘im, I might still be chasing my tail out in the woods somewhere. Or worse. Nick was a friend to me when I needed it most, put everything on the line to help me find my son - didn’t even hesitate. I’ll never be able to repay him for that.

17. What kind of animal are you?

One of a kind. (winks)

18. Do you go to school?

The Commonwealth has a way of schooling everyone, doesn’t it? I’m a bit too old for arithmetic and hall passes, but I never stop learning, if that’s what you mean.

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

I’-ve… been down that road before. (breaks eye contact abruptly) Times were uncertain enough when Shaun was born. Now? Scribbles and I roll the dice every day of our lives. Asking her to marry me – starting over – was the scariest thing I’ve ever done. A baby would be, uh, a really big change. (smiles briefly, uncertain) Maybe if – no, I don’t know. Piper’s never shown any desire for something like that. If she did – even if she did... (sighs) I – look. Let’s just move on, okay?

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Oh yeah, I have an ensemble of groupies that follow me around the wasteland with a pack brahmin and an eyebot.They pitch my tent for me and cook all my meals. I pay for services with my autograph instead of caps. (rolls eyes, but keeps a smile)

21. What are you most afraid of?

Losing someone I love. I know we don’t get any guarantees out here in the wasteland, but… loss never gets any easier. It makes it hard to open up, y’know? I spent a long time keeping folks who cared about me at arm’s length, and some days it’s still a challenge.

22. What do you usually wear?

What you see is what you get! Derbys, slacks, a shirt as white as I can get it in these conditions, and a black vest, because that never goes out of style. My favorite hat is - take a look at this. It’s a bicorne. Has anyone worn that since the French Revolution? It’s great. I love it. Piper doesn’t.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

You know what I miss? Chocolate. I’d kill for chocolate. … kidding.

24. Am I annoying to you?

Hah! I married a journalist. This is just another Tuesday.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

Look, if I’m not back by seven…

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

I mean… it’s not like anyone’s ‘wealth’ compares to what it was like before the war. I’m not living off charred molerat, but I certainly won’t be moving into the Upper Stands anytime soon. Most of what I have, I made myself.

27. How many friends do you have?

More than I deserve. Piper and Deacon are probably my two best friends though. Nick, Preston, and Kent oughta be mentioned, too.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

You mean those damn perfectly preserved slices stuck in the Port-A-Diners? God, I’ve tried everything. I spent an entire afternoon trying to break in. What is the glass even made of? I couldn’t put a scratch on it. You have to just keep pushing the button. Over and over. I’m convinced it’s all some Vault-Tec conspiracy. There is no pie. The pie is a lie. Piper says she managed it once, but I don’t believe her.

29. Favorite drink?

Nuka cherry! No question.

30. What’s your favorite place?

There’s a spot up at the top of Diamond City. I mean the top top, even higher than the Stands. Clear night with a full moon? You can see for miles. Can’t be beat.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

You’ve - been listening, right? Aha, was I unclear about being madly in love?

32. That was a stupid question…

You’d be surprised how often it gets asked. (chuckles)

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Lake. Definitely. I’m marginally less likely to get eaten there. That being said, I was up in Maine once, went out to pick lure weed. You know, those radioactive yellow flowers that grow in muddy ponds? Bad idea.Terrible idea. Maine is a terrible place and I will not be building a summer home there e-ver.

34. What’s your type?

Kickass reporters with the brightest hazel eyes you’ve ever seen, hair like Aphrodite, and a smile to make you melt.

35. Any fetishes?

Look, you’re very nice. Really. And I appreciate the interest, but ah, this isn’t any of your business. Only one person gets to ask me about those and - you aren’t her.

36. Camping or outdoors?

Camping? Oh man, those were the days. An RV trip would be the bomb. It’s not much of an option these days. But I’m used to sleeping rough, and I gotta admit, it has its charm.

[optimizche]

Doctor {Part 2} (Kim Taehyung/Reader)

"Good morning, Dr. Yoongi," you said, voice extra honeyed, as you walked into the clinic room.

The man you had addressed, your colleague, Min Yoongi, scowled at the overt sweetness in your voice. He knew you were teasing him.

So he decided to pay you back in kind.

"Good morning, Dr. _____________," he said, mimicking your tone with a signature roll of his eyes.

You laughed and handed him a cup of coffee. Black. No sugar. Again, his signature.

Upon seeing that you had, very considerately, brought him the much needed drink, his lips curved up into a genuine, gummy smile.

"Bless you, bless you, my good _________," he said, gratefully accepting the styrofoam cup. "After sixteen hours, I needed this."

"You and me same, Yoongs," you sighed, sliding into a chair beside him, taking a sip of your own latte.

It had been an especially arduous shift, what with patients being admitted in one after the other, being sent to the wards from the ER. It was your responsibility as a Junior Resident to run the patient's labs and take their case histories so that you could report the same to your seniors and treatment could be started for the patients.

You clutched at your head in your hands, staring at the mass of paperwork that you needed to complete. Writing down the nursing orders for every patient so that the nurses knew which drugs needed to be administered to each patient, at what time and in what dosage.

Seeing the utter exhaustion on your face, Yoongi reached out and patted you on the back.

"Its okay, kid," he said, using his nickname for you. "You've got this."

You smiled at him weakly before extending your hand to take a patient file off the desk.

_________________________

It was around lunchtime that your phone buzzed with a text from Taehyung.

So bad was your crush on him that everytime you looked in your notifications and saw a text from him, your heart would explode into butterflies, despite being fully aware that your deep seated affection for him was most probably going to go away unrequited.

"Oh, I know that smile," Yoongi said and you looked across the table to see him grinning like an idiot at you, waggling his eyebrows. "Its little TaeTae, isn't it?"

"Shut up, Yoongles."

"Has he finally come to his senses now?" Yoongi persisted, grin growing more and more teasing by the second. "Is he finally returning your luuurve?"

Refusing to deign his teasing with a response other than a sharply aimed kick to his shin which caused him to gasp around his mouthful of salad, you opened the message from TaeTae.

Tae (13:16): Princess, are you free tonight? The boys and I are going out for drinks. Come with us?

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him use his nickname for you in the text.

"Aha!" came Yoongi's exclamation from behind you, making you jump and almost drop your phone in surprise. "So it is Loverboy."

Turning around, you swatted his arm. "Min Yoongi! Hasn't anyone told you that it is rude to read someone else's messages?"

He shrugged, returning to his seat in front of you. "So what are you gonna do?" he asked, plucking out a cherry tomato from his salad and popping it into his mouth.

You let out a weary sight. "I can't go. I'm tired. Plus, I have evening rounds too."

"That's not a problem," said the man before you. "I'll take over the rounds."

Your face lit up with a smile at the offer. "Really, Yoongs?"

"Of course," he said simply. "But you're buying me coffee for the week."

"Everyday," you promised, rushing over to his side excitedly and planting grateful kisses all over his cheeks and forehead. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

He playfully shoved you away. "Yah, restrain yourself woman! I have a reputation, you know?"

You just laughed and kissed him again. "You're the best, Dr. Yoongles!"

____________________________

They were all waiting for you at the bar. Seokjin, Namjoon, Taehyung and a man you did not recognize.

"Ooof," Seokjin clutched at his chest dramatically as you approached, heels clacking against the floor. "Hello, gorgeous!"

You hugged him, and heard Namjoon wolf-whistling. "You're a knockout, doc!"

Colour rose to your cheeks as you basked in the compliments.

The outfit you had on was a welcome change from your usual scrubs and lab-coat: a little black dress, sheer tights and black heels.

Hair free from your usual messy bun flowed down your back in gentle waves. And you were wearing makeup. Not too much, just enough to make you look presentable.

You had made an effort and it showed, considering at how the boys were gawking at you.

Taehyung was sitting there in his seat with his mouth hanging open, clutching his beer in one hand. And with rapidly rising irritation, you noticed the pretty brunette on his other side, who's hand he was holding in his other hand.

You tried to keep the annoyance away from your expression, that Taehyung had managed to find another new squeeze for the night even though this was supposed to be a night-out only for your group of friends.

But ever perceptive, Seokjin noticed the slightest change in your mood.

"__________," he said, gesturing grandly to the man beside him, the one you didn't know, as he approached to hug you. "This is Im Jaebum. He's an architect."

You immediately stiffened at the realization of what Seokjin and Namjoon were trying to not so subtly pull off, judging by their encouraging smiles.

You hugged Seokjin, smile firm on your face. "Are you trying to set me up?" you muttered through your resolutely smiling lips into his ear.

"Yes," he murmured back, smiling just as brightly. "Its about time you moved on from that imbecile Taehyung."

"He is not an-" you began, but the other man, Jaebum, rose from his seat, and you were startled at how good-looking he was.

He had a sharp, angular face. Porcelain skin, unblemished. And the fact that he was wearing black only accentuated his complexion. He had on a black t-shirt, blue jeans and a black leather jacket. And black hair.

Shit.

He was hot.

Your heart was thundering away madly, as he approached you, lips curled into a welcoming smile. And in your palpable nervousness, you blurted out, "Are those real?"

No hello. No hi, how are you.

Are those real.

"I'm sorry?" Jaebum asked, his voice impeccably polite.

You pointed at the twin moles that sat above this left eye. "The moles. Are those real?"

He let out a laugh.

And you felt your heart stop.

"Yes. They're real," he said, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips. He placed a kiss to the back of your hand, before letting go.

You grinned at him, suddenly at ease. A glance over his shoulder showed you Namjoon with a bright smile on his face, Seokjin grinning and giving you a thumbs-up. And Taehyung rolling his eyes before turning to talk to his brunette companion.

Just seeing Taehyung's reaction set off a lightbulb inside your head. If he could remain so blissfully unaware of your pretty obvious crush on him, and parade one girl after another in front of your eyes, you could surely play his game and pay him back in kind as well.

You spent the rest of the night chatting with Jaebum, paying no heed to Taehyung or his new girl. You flirted your heart out, charming Jaebum and wrapping him around your little finger as the night went on, both of you sipping on martinis.

When the time came to part, you exchanged numbers with Jaebum, planting a kiss to his cheek and telling him how wonderful a time you had had tonight. It was true. For the first time in a very very long time, you had had an amazing night-out, except for one little thing: you and Taehyung had hardly spoken a word to each other for the whole night and the strain of silence made your heart twinge with an ache that remained no matter how hard you tried to smother with the euphoria of meeting a man as incredible as Jaebum.

Gathering your purse, you kissed Seokjin and Namjoon goodbye, thanking them for inviting you out, even though it was Taehyung who had actually invited you.

Steeling yourself, you decided to approach your roommate, hoping to ask him if he was coming home. You both could share the Uber after all. But when you turned around to talk to him, you saw him making out heavily with his new girl, drunkenly pawing at her.

Your expression spasmed painfully and you swallowed down the sudden lump in your throat. The truth was that no matter how hard you tried to play down the fact that Taehyung's player ways had no effect on you, the exact opposite was true.

Watching him make out with the girl in front of you caused a wave of pain to crash over your heart, brutally crushing beneath it whatever little happiness you had been feeling upon your brief flirtation with Jaebum.

Namjoon was instantly beside you, Seokjin flanking your other side, both of them immediately recognizing your feelings being ripped into pieces by the sight before you.

"Hey," Namjoon breathed, "don't let him ruin tonight for you."

"You deserve so much better than just pining after a man who doesn't care about your affections," Seokjin said and you closed your eyes, trying to halt the tears from sliding down your cheeks.

"Thanks, guys," you muttered weakly, trying unconvincingly to sound valiant, before turning on your heel and walking out of the bar.

Even as you hailed a cab, the tears began to spill over. And only one question kept replaying over and over in your head, as insistent as the neon lights of the bar's signboard hanging above you. 

Were you ever going to get over how madly you were in love with Kim Taehyung?

[spookyjuicefiction]

The Black Diamond - Chapter 2

MASTERLIST

A/N: This one has Smut Lite™ (aka Bucky solo in the shower... you’re welcome) so please proceed with caution! Also a kind of very serious life/death situation convo about teenagers at the end that could be distressing. And swearing. And it’s kind of long. 

BUCKY BARNES X READER

Her eyes flickered from Steve to Sam to Bucky for a few seconds before turning her attention back to the makeup and the martini.

“I never expected someone as famous as the Avengers would come by to catch my little act,” she said coyly to her own reflection.

“Well, it was worth the trip. And it was quite a long trip,” Bucky blurted out before Steve could open his mouth. He felt his friends’ eyes on him as he continued, unable to hold it in and taking a step towards her. She was magnetic, drawing him to her, and he was powerless to resist. “What’s a... talented girl like you doing all the way out in the middle of nowhere?”

“Ah, well,” she was grinning now, swirling the martini with one hand and dusting eye shadow off a brush with the other, “the gigs in New York and Chicago aren’t so good anymore. No room for little old me. And hey, the crime-fighting business must be going under, too. A bird told me Natasha Romanoff is washing dishes in my kitchen. I didn’t realize you all were out of a job?” She looked up at them again, smiling sweetly and blinking exaggeratedly with gigantic false eyelashes.

“Try again, doll,” Bucky replied smoothly, although his heart was hammering. He crossed his arms so that no one could see his hands shaking. “A little bird told us there was a dynamite act we couldn’t miss at The Black Diamond, so here we are. Sorry, your roses dried up in the hundred-degree heat.” He returned her coy smile.

Finally, she turned on her stool and stood up to her full height. She was a Grecian statue, draped in a silken robe with ringlet curls brushing her cheeks in the soft, yellow light. She looked feminine and sweet as cherry pie, yet strong, like the marble she was made of. She looked him up and down for a moment, grinning wickedly, like a cat playing with her mouse before she bit its head off. He would have died willingly. Then she strode over to one of several clothing racks lining the room and began rifling through them.

“Very charming, Sergeant Barnes,” she cooed in a voice like taffy, plucking a lacy set of red lingerie from the rack. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. However,” she tossed him a look over her shoulder, “I must ask you to leave this town immediately.”

Bucky, Steve, and Sam all raised their eyebrows in surprise. Bombalurina fixed them each with an intense stare in turn.

“I know why you’re here, and I know what you’re looking for. You’re not going to get it. So I think it’s best you leave before things… escalate. Since you’re all such big fans, I hope that you won’t disappoint me.” She strode back over to the vanity and downed the remainder of the martini before turning back to them, her coy smile again fixed firmly in place. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare for the... after-hours.” With that, she turned on her heel and disappeared behind a partition in the corner of the room, lingerie in hand.

The Avengers exchanged looks and, shrugging, Sam and Steve started towards the door. Bucky knew he should follow, but he found it impossible to leave the radiant glow of her presence. He watched the silk robe fling over the top of the partition and his mouth went dry with the knowledge that she was naked behind it. He should leave, needed to leave, and yet his feet would not move.

“What if I wanted to stay for the after-hours?” he blurted, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Since when did he speak--at all--much less to women? A melodious chuckle rang out from behind the screen that made him want to join the circus if it would make her do it again.

“Well, Sergeant, you’d have to pay quite the pretty penny.” Bombalurina stepped out from behind the partition in the red lingerie, fixing him with the wicked cat grin again. He couldn’t keep his eyes from roving over the curves of her figure and the way the scalloped lace shaped her like a pornographic picture frame from heaven above. She bent down to hook the garter to her thigh-high stockings, looking up at him through her lashes. “Although, for the look on your face alone, I might just give you a discount.”

“Buck,” Steve’s voice cut through the room, making Bucky conscious of the tightness of his pants, and he looked away from her, from the sun, and blinked the vision away. He had been right. It did hurt. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Nodding, Bucky walked towards the door, forcing himself not to look back at her again.

“Au revoir, soldier,” came the musical coo over his shoulder, and he shoved his way into the hall.

The guy behind the desk at the motel seemed annoyed to give them each a separate room, but he brightened up at the hundred-dollar bill Steve produced from his wallet “for his trouble”. Inside the dingy room, Bucky dropped his bag on one bed and headed straight for the bathroom, turning on the shower. He needed to clear his head.

Steve had been tactful on the ride to the motel, not saying a word, but Bucky could tell Sam was straining not to crack jokes at his expense. Just as Sam opened his mouth, Steve had cut in.

“It’s been a long day, let’s just get some rest. We can rendezvous with Nat in the morning and figure out the next move. I’m sure she will be… fired, after tonight.”

Now, Bucky stood in the hot water with his eyes closed for a few minutes, allowing it to soak his shoulder length hair and run down his metal arm. What the hell had gotten into him? What was it about Bombalurina that turned him downright insane? Sure, she was beautiful, but it felt like more than that. He had met plenty of beautiful women. What was different about her?

Behind his eyelids, he could see her perfectly, as if the image was burned there. Her pulling up the stockings in the lingerie, her taking off the sequined dress on the spotlight stage. Her eyes as they locked on his on her final, alluring pose. The shapes her lips made as they said “Sergeant Barnes.”

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was rock hard. To anyone else, this might not be a surprise after fantasizing as he just had, but he had scarcely felt sexual in decades. Bombalurina had awoken something within him that had been long dormant in the aftermath of his days as the Winter Soldier. Cautiously, he took hold of himself, letting out a low groan and closing his eyes to picture her again. It didn’t take long. A few more mental reverberations of “very charming, Sergeant Barnes” and “au revoir, soldier” had him coming, hard, over the shower drain at his feet.

Twenty minutes later, he lay face up on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He hardly slept anyway, what with the nightmares, but this was a whole new level of insomnia. He felt a little guilty that he had thought about her as he jerked himself off, but he got the feeling that if she knew, she might like it. The thought made his pants twitch again and he threw his arms over his face with a frustrated groan. What the fuck is happening to me?

He tossed restlessly for a few hours, losing consciousness once or twice and sighing irritably twice or twenty times. At length, he looked over to digital clock on the nightstand. 5:08 AM. With another irritable sigh, he dragged himself out of bed and put on the first clothes he found in his bag: jeans and a black t-shirt. Shoving on his boots and grabbing the room key, he stumbled out into the brown desert on foot.

After some time walking, he was drawing near to The Black Diamond. It looked eerie and abandoned in the gray light of the creeping sun. Bucky noted there were still several cars in the parking lot, and he shuddered at the thought of what these patrons might still be doing at this hour.

The walk had allowed his mind to clear a little, and as he made his way around the building, inspecting it, he tried to bring the facts they had discovered last night into focus. The Black Diamond was so exclusive that members of the CIA and the government came to see Bombalurina, some with and some without their wives. There was something fishy going on, and Bombalurina knew all about it. Bombalurina wears lingerie to the “after-hours” where people have to pay a pretty penny. Bucky frowned at the implications of that information.

He picked his way to the back of the building, where a line of cars were parked in a neat row: presumably, the employees’. Right in the middle of the line, backed into a spot, was a cherry-red Cadillac convertible that must have been from the 1950’s but was in mint condition. Smiling slightly, Bucky had a sneaking suspicion who this car belonged to. A pair of black fuzzy dice hung from the rear-view mirror, and a huge, fur coat was tossed haphazardly across the back seat. Rounding the car, Bucky chuckled when the license plate confirmed his suspicions. “BMBLRNA”.

Just then, the back door of the building flew open, revealing a young woman gesturing him urgently to come. Here goes nothin’, he thought, and approached the door.

Following the girl, Bucky tried to get his bearings as to where they were inside The Black Diamond. He pictured the layout in his head as they climbed a set of narrow stairs in a back hallway, and realized that they must be over Bombalurina’s dressing room. There was another red door, this one with a peep hole instead of a star, and the girl unlocked it and gestured him inside.

“She’s on the patio,” the girl all but whispered before hurrying back down the hall.

Bucky spun around and took in the apartment. It was large and open, with the kitchen, dining, and living spaces all in one area. There was a door to the side that he imagined must be the bedroom. The style and decor was not unlike the rest of the club, although brighter thanks to the warehouse windows lining one side of the room. He located the patio door and opened it, stepping out into a courtyard enclosed by walls, but sunny and bright nonetheless. Ahead there was a lush, green garden of planters and pots growing flowers, fruits, and vegetables.

“What do you think of my car?” The voice came from the right and he turned toward it hungrily, nearly staggering at the sight of her. She was draped across a chez lounge in a white, gauzy robe that barely skimmed her thighs. Beneath it he could see only a sheer nightgown and he swallowed thickly, dragging his eyes to her face. But that was worse. She wore no makeup, only the light of the morning sun which had risen in earnest now. She held a teacup and saucer up to her lips and made a show of taking a delicate sip.

“Do you always leave your mink out for anyone to find?” Bucky asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets and stepping towards her. He wondered how he looked to her. Did she find him… attractive? The thought made him suddenly very self-conscious of his metal arm.

But she was giggling, motioning for him to sit down and leaning forward to pour another cup from the pot on the table. “Occasionally. But that’s why I have cameras out back. I’d have to kill anyone who touches my car.” She liked it when he played with her, he thought as she gave him the coy smile again. He took the cup politely from her when she offered it and was pleased when the aroma of coffee, not tea, hit his nostrils. He nearly downed it in one sip.

“I thought you were leaving,” she said, cocking her head slightly, the teacup hovering over the saucer.

“I’m… finding it hard to stay away,” he admitted, unable to meet her eye. After a moment, he shrugged and gestured at the tall walls around him. “Perhaps it’s the beautiful scenery.”

Her laughter was music. She looked at him for a long moment before saying, “James, I can’t help you. Whatever you think you’re here to find, it’s not going to happen.”

The use of his Christian name shook Bucky to his core, paired with her words that seemed to him like a double entendre. He clinked the teacup down a little too hard on the table.

“So you like the view here that much, huh?” She raised her eyebrows, surprised at his sudden tone. He continued, unable to stop himself. The pent-up sexual frustration and the sleepless night had caught up to him along with the jolt of caffeine. “You waited your whole life to be the biggest star in the middle of the desert, did you? I’m not buying it, doll. Nobody loves a guy that much. How much does he pay you to keep his secrets?”

Bombalurina pursed her lips, but if she was annoyed she hid it well. She sipped her coffee and remained silent. Bucky stood up and walked over to the garden, pacing as he pressed on.

“So who is he? Your pimp? He buy you that pretty car so you’ll get information from the horny CIA agents that come in here looking for an escape from reality?”

He turned back. She sat, stonefaced.

“That’s it, huh,” he murmured. “The most beautiful girl in the world, in the middle of nowhere. One night for them at The Black Diamond and you and your pimp have the nuclear codes by breakfast.” He could see her pressing her lips together harder, and he knew he was right. “And when he comes back he brings you a new fur coat and kisses you on the forehead and brings you 10 more underage girls to put in your show.”

At that, her beautiful face turned harrowing, an angry harpy mother ready to kill for her children. And suddenly, with her next words, he realized he had it all wrong.

“Why do you think I’m still here? Why do you think I do it? Do you think he hasn’t hurt me so many times now that I’m immune to it? I do it because he turns on them!” She meant the girls. The young girls. Bucky felt his stomach drop like a stone, horror dawning on him as he remembered the girl who had brought him up the stairs, the one behind the desk, the ones carrying drink trays. He remembered what Steve said about them having hard lives. Bombalurina pressed on. “If I don’t get the information he wants, he hurts them. Those girls...” she choked down a small sob, “I’m all they have. Do you understand? I have to run the club, make the money, fuck the old men, and do my job. Or they die.”

Bucky fell to his knees in front of her, taking her hand in his flesh one and squeezing it gently. She was crying a little, but it was somehow dignified and graceful. 

“I’m going to save you. And the girls.” He squeezed her hand, and he felt her squeeze back a little bit. “But you need to tell me everything. You need to tell me who he is. And then we’re going to kill him.”

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Can’t remember if this was asked before but what is every champions favourite type of alcoholic drink? Specific to each champion? Even the non humans lol

Hello, it is I, your resident alcoholic at your service. Now, this would show stuff like bad drinking habits, so a disclaimer/warning: drink responsibly. I mean it. If you drink for the first few times, always drink with someone you trust!! 

I’m sorry for my inactivity, thesis has been very time-grabbing. It’s done now, so here I am! 

- Mod Ash 

Makoa: He has this specific recipe for a scorpion bowl cocktail he likes. It is not that alcoholic, but he likes sitting by the beach or by the view of a forest while he finishes his drink. Drinking time is mostly for himself, and to think about the day while he unwinds and enjoys a smooth cocktail. 

Fernando: Wine, definitely. Helps him sleep. He makes his own sangria with fruits and all if he’s feeling fancy, and he drinks it like it’s just juice, with ice and straw and all. He can drink this in broad daylight and he will act like it’s iced tea. 

Ruckus: He doesn’t drink much. But when he does, he sticks to brandy, as it’s smooth, but hits hard fast. Though he would rather drink with company, so he just kinda does forced small talk with Bolt as he drowns his sorrows away.

Barik: He has a large batch of fruit punch in his refrigerator that he refills his jug with. He sneakily adds more wine before stashing it away. He drinks it like anyone would iced tea, and he is very protective and possessive of his stash. His liking of the spiked fruit punch is a little concerning, but they value their lives over a sip of it. 

Ash: Vodka. She will stare you at the eye while she drinks it straight from the bottle. Also whiskey. She won’t care if it’s expensive, if she likes it, she will finish the bottle in one go. She has a high alcohol tolerance, which sort of lets her drink as she please when she’s bummed…. which is often. 

Torvald: Doesn’t drink a lot, so he sticks to spiked versions of non-alcoholic drinks, like a spiked iced tea or ginger ale. He often drinks with friends, but he does like staying sober, so he sticks to small ratios of the alcohol with the rest of the drink. 

Inara: Dislikes drinking. May have tried those blended 3% stuff that tastes like softdrinks or lemonade once, but she also didn’t like the taste of that. Will drink lemonade or fruit juice when everyone else is drinking. A lot of people have fooled her into drinking fruit punch with wine in them but it nothing happened.

Drogoz: Rum. The darker the rum, the better. Will add random crap to it to make it “spicier,” and to some people, his drinks will taste like alcoholic hot sauce. He doesn’t mind, he doesn’t really like people drinking his stuff, anyway. 

Bomb King: He can’t drink any human drink. However, he likes fooling people with drinking oil or something similar, or just chugging plain water down his robot gullet. 

Cassie: A good, classic blended Cosmopolitan. She likes it so much that she often buys non-alcoholic, powdered iced tea versions of it, which she drinks almost all the time. Sugar gets her going, if not an amazing cocktail.

Lian: Also wine, however she’s slightly pickier with her wine. She will only drink wine that is at least five years old, and will often opt for slightly sweeter variants like fruit wine. She drinks way too often for it to be healthy, however. 

Kinessa: Doesn’t drink much. However, when she does, she opts for sweeter stuff, like honey mead. When she’s not drinking, she’d immediately get any kind of coffee, no matter the kind or blend or if it has sugar or not. Coffee mead is a dangerous drink for her. 

Sha Lin: Classic brandy! He drinks it sometimes while reading or doing something passive before he goes to bed, as something to help him sleep. He doesn’t drink much outside the house, he likes being extra and drinking while in a bathtub with soaks. 

Viktor: He will go straight for really cheap gin that tastes like rubbing alcohol. He got too used to it and now he can’t drink anything else. He drinks half a bottle when he’s staying up late, then drinks the rest when he gets home. 

Tyra: She thinks she’s more refined, with her choices being scotch and very specific whiskey. When she orders a dry martini (or anything), she will make up hilariously specific instructions like “stir it for ten seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle” or “kiss the lemon peel before you garnish it on the glass.” 

Willo: The cuter the drink and the sweeter it is, the better, no matter what it is. She will sometimes shove novelty store toys in her drink, and will add fruit juices or food color to strong drinks to at least make it look a cuter color. Sure, her additions may not change the taste of her drink, but it will make the experience better. 

Evie: She does not really care about her drink, whether it is alcoholic or not. She will probably add vodka to everything to give it a kick, mostly when she feels like it. She’s taken a liking to hard lemonades.

Skye: Surprisingly does not drink much, however she would surprise people with drinking heavy drinks without breaking a sweat or getting close to drunk. It’s a useful skill to have. When she’s off-duty she prefers being sober, and only drinks flavored beer to get her tired enough to sleep. 

Androxus: He likes trying to get himself as wasted as possible. It is becoming quite a challenge. However being cursed gave him different tastebuds too, so he would often drink tons of Long Island iced teas before he feels something. He never gets as drunk as he wishes but getting closer is satisfying enough. 

Buck: He’s a huge fan of ginger ale mixed with beer! He often doesn’t really like to get drunk, as alcoholism is a thing he is trying to avoid and change. He wears off his alcoholism by changing the ratio everyday, and it works out fine for him. Eventually he just uses iced teas and lemonades as substitute for his everyday beer. 

Maeve: She does not drink much, however will not turn down a drink offered to her. However, she still prefers stealing her liquor, and she once got in trouble once for stealing a bottle of ceremonial wine and drinking it all in one go. 

Zhin: Likes more “exotic” or “local” variants of his liquor, like sake or arrack. He has a very bad alcohol tolerance despite his drinking frequency, and often drinks in places he shouldn’t be drunk in, which gets worse when he’s upset about something. 

Lex: He likes a good old fashioned best. If ever, he usually opts for simpler drinks like gin and tonic or a martini. He thinks buying liquor in places that isn’t a bar is blasphemy and he will judge you for it. He is also very specific with the way his martini is prepared.

Mal’Damba: He likes expensive drinks a lot, because he doesn’t really partake in alcoholic drinks often. His favorite is a penicillin cocktail with this very expensive scotch with very fancy ice and stuff, and it would take him two hours to finish one because he would spend the time thinking. 

Pip: He would usually accidentally drink his own concoctions when he’s too tired. Sometimes it doesn’t do much, sometimes it does make him dizzy. He once accidentally mixed beer with one of his potions and it became a quick favorite of his, but he has no idea of its side effects. He will find out in ten years probably. 

Grover: Liquor is bad for trees. He was once watered with whiskey. When offered he would take lemonade or juice. He’s surprisingly not picky and wold take anything offered to him, even though it is probably not the best idea. After getting “drunk” he would fall asleep faster, so he would usually “drink” if he’s about to hibernate. 

Grohk: Will drink anything. Will eat anything. Sadly, he gets too drunk when he drinks too much. Lately he has taken a liking to Irish coffees, which does numbers to his energy and his posture. It is still not a good idea to have him drink, especially if it is coffee and liquor at the same time. 

Seris: Wine? Wine. She likes the aesthetic. It doesn’t do much for her, however, she just drinks it around people to look cool or to intimidate. She definitely likes the taste is becoming a connoisseur herself. When alone, she’d opt for a harder whiskey or stronger wines. It doesn’t do anything, but she can always pretend. 

Ying: Usually sticks to mudshakes because they’re sweet and barely alcoholic. It’s 10% alcohol but it doesn’t matter. She also likes whiskey cakes and other alcoholic desserts in lieu of a drink, because oftentimes she just doesn’t feel like looking like she went through seven hells, she has to look cute while de-stressing. 

Jenos: He would “drink” that futuristic alcohol air from a bottle, because he thinks drinking is all about the experience and having fun with it. He just goes on to find more absurd ways of getting drunk, somewhat not realizing he probably won’t get close to tipsy. 

Strix: He is still a bit of a country man, so he still favors moonshine. But not just any moonshine. Moonshine cherries. He likes moonshine-soaked fruit. Moonshine-anything. He doesn’t have the tolerance for it, however. 

Talus: He’s a child for Christ’s sake, he’s not drinking. He just likes fruit juice and hot chocolate maybe. Some others did try to hand him beer, though, with… catastrophic results. I’ll leave you to guess what happened. 

Terminus: “Do I still give a crap,” he says, as he finishes a bottle of absinthe. Does he still care? He doesn’t. He will drink the entire bottle if he wants, nothing will happen, it’s just like water to him. What do you expect, he’s a rock person. 

Vivian: She likes drinking, but she doesn’t like getting drunk, so she usually just sticks to a rum and coke. She would change the ratio of run and cola depending on how annoyed she is with everyone around her. 

Moji: She doesn’t really drink much, however she’s down for a mean milkshake. The wilder the better. Would often add stuff that’s not really supposed to belong there, like syrup, or food coloring, or charcoal. 

Khan: He has a flask of… stuff hidden in his armor somewhere. What is in it? Even he doesn’t know. He usually fills it with something and fill it up with something else the next day without cleaning it out, resulting in a weird new cocktail everyday that he will chug in public without shame.