#pretend he is wearing jeans or some shit (oh god he would not)

[royaibrainrot]

Sometimes I hate that biblically accurate Roy always wears dress clothes. What if I am tired of saying he’s wearing slacks. What if I want to have fun.

[darkness-follows]

Wade x f!reader oneshot request?

This idea has been stewing in my mind for a bit and I would love to see your take on it!!!

A one-shot where he's nervous about the reader inviting him over her place.

Maybe she starts making a move but he is excited/nervous but wants his "first time" with a woman since his wife's passing to be savored and slow/sensual.

The reader then asks him to show what he likes ~ touching himself while telling the reader how he likes to be touched in bed, leading to a smuty good time for the reader?

Thank you so much!!!!

WHAT A COOL IDEA THANK YOU!

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Hope this does it justice:

[Hey Wade, lets say my place? 8pm?]

Wade stares at the phone in his hands, fuck!

He checks the time again, 6.15 pm. Fuck.

Of course it's enough time to get himself ready but it's not enough time to mentally prepare for that date. That kind of date. It's their..oh he lost count already, maybe 5th or 6th date?

"Wow you look like you've seen a ghost Wade" Forrest huffs. Wade doesn't answer he just shows him his phone.

"Oh Holy shit! Oh my god...it's a sex date!" Forrest slaps his hand over his mouth and does a little excited jump. He's happier about this than Wade is. "Oh is that bad? Are you not ready?" He worries.

"I uh, I.. I don't know man, I haven't really..I mean she's great! You know like great but I didn't think of..-" He frowns deeply, it's a part of dating it's normal. People date and have some casual Sex just to..to see if they match right?

Right.

"Wade you got this, our girls can hang, we keep an eye and you go and have.. fun!" Forrest smirks.

"Really?"

"Yes really. Promise" Forrest adds.

"Okay! I gotta get ready, i gotta..I gotta shave and shower and...- RAID my entire damn closet"

And then Wade is off.

"Shave? He doesn't have any facial..- oh!" Forrest shuts himself up after that.

Wade really scrubbed himself squeaky clean, hes also wearing a Brand New pair of jeans which probably wasn't the smartest move as they seem incredibly tight in all the wrong places. But he still sits in his car in front of his dates house, he managed to go, to go really out and do it.. and at exactly 8pm he rings the doorbell. Shifting from one leg to the other, god he's sweating! That's bad! He's so nervous he's even thinking about running away right now.

When the door opens his face lights up.

"Wade!" You smile wide, wrapping your arms around him, holding him tight 'god does he smell good' .

You missed him, you missed a lot. "You okay? You look a bit wound up" He looks like he ran here.

Wade hugs you back just as tightly, pretending not to breathe in deeply when his face is in your hair, that shampoo is such a known and comforting scent by now.

"I'm golden! I swear, just ran a bit hot in the car" He tries to play his nervousness down, a lot. Stepping inside and then you two carry on with the date idea you had, sort of watching the first Episode of a new Show you two have been dying to see with popcorn and cuddles... very nice and sensual cuddles. It feels really good, having your head against his shoulder. Feeling the weight of his hand on your thigh, thumb stroking a rhythm into your skin.

After the episode ends you move your head slowly closer to his, giving him a gentle kiss while both your lips still taste of that sweet and sugary popcorn. You wanted this from the day you two met, to just cuddle and makeout and more.. he's such a wonderful man, everything he does is a slight turn on. Even if it's just taking his glasses off so he's able to kiss you back deeper, or sucking his fingertips clean after his bowl of popcorn.

You shift slowly, feeling his hand on your hip.

Moving yourself onto his lap.

He pulls away from the kiss, standing up "You want some water?? I uh, I gotta im really...- dry throat!" He coughs a bit and shrugs running off to the kitchen.

Hm.

When he returns you eye him carefully, pulling him on his belt to sit back down next to you.

When you lean in for another kiss he takes a big sip of his water, once he puts it down you wipe your thumb over his wet lips. "You sure your okay? Your not getting sick are you?" He's really warm so you place your palm onto his head. But he isn't hot there at all, Interesting.

"I'm..-" He takes a deep breath. He meant to say he's fine but..he's not and it wouldn't be fair to pretend that he is.

"I'm really nervous, about..-" He makes a funny hand gesture between the two of you.

"Oh.." You sit back once you notice.

"It's just been a while and I haven't been with anyone since.. -" He stops talking.

"We don't have to Wade! God im so sorry, please don't feel pressured!" You should have thought of that but you were too busy thinking about how he's driving you crazy lately.

"No no! It's okay I...- I want to" He smiles softly. "God believe me I really do, im just so nervous about it, I know sex. I know how to have great sex ! I mean I've been having sex since i was 18. That's a long time! I just haven't had sex with you and you make me..- god you make me so incredibly nervous" He sighs.

Its a strange but nice compliment, that you make him that nervous and that he's honest how difficult it is to sleep with someone after his wife died. It helps you to approach this with a full heart and empathy, pushing the need you have for him down a bit.

"Slow and steady?" You smile.

"YES! Yes....slow." He nods, staring at your lips and then your hands. Taking your right hand into his and that gives you an idea.

"Why don't you Show me Wade? Show me exactly what you like. I want this to be perfect for you" You squeeze his big hand gently.

His face turns a whole different shade of Red, it spreads to his ears and his chest. It's insanely difficult to not lean in for a heated kiss again. "Show you how?" He asks even though you are pretty sure he knows the answer to that.

"Move your hands on yourself the way you like to be touched so I can do it later.." your voice got a bit deeper and lower, it's beautiful to watch him fight the nervousness in this throat and hands. He gives you a quick nod. Moving his hands to his thighs, slowly running them up and down.

"I'm..- I'm sensitive on my thighs. It's little squeezes or moving a hand up slowly that really gets me" He sighs softly under your gaze. You take in the way he runs his right hand up his inner thigh, stopping before he gets too close to his crotch and then he moves it back down.

"Your doing great, show me more" You sit next to him on your knees. Hands on your thighs.

"I gotta take this off I think to show you..." He tugs at his shirt.

"Take it off if you feel comfortable enough." You throw him another warm smile and he nods. Tugging at the neck of his shirt and then he pulls it over his head, folding it neatly instead of tossing it somewhere.

The heat spread over his chest is intoxicating and it takes everything in you not to lean in and kiss his grey chest hair.

You keep a note on how his hand is still running along his own thigh, it looks like a big self soothing kind of touch.

Wade moves his other hand flat onto his chest, spreading his fingers through his chest hair and running his palm over his sternum. "That's where I feel that anxious bubble up sometimes and just running a palm along here calms me down, a lot, it's also nice when that hand wanders and squeezes my chest or uhm" He runs his thumb over his own nipple, a Sound comes out of him that suprises you a bit.

"Or that yeah" He chuckles and it slowly feels like he's calming down some.

"You are really sensitive aren't you?" It's torture at this point to keep your hands to yourself.

"I'd call it responsive? Just really react to everything very intensely and that's great! I mean it can be amazing but when it's something I don't like I just..- I react heavily to that too" He frowns a bit.

"I understand that. I get why it's so difficult, thank you for telling me Wade, seriously. I only want you to feel good." You point out.

You can see how crazy nervous it would make someone, being with the same woman for 20 years, she knew exactly how to touch him.. and now that's gone and readjusting such a set in Stone routine seems impossibly difficult.

It would be difficult for yourself too. And maybe over time you can do small tiny little changes and he Blooms again and tries out more things again. You'd love to see that Version of him.

"Thank you for being so patient with me" Wade leans closer this time, this time he's the one pressing his lips onto yours and kissing you deeply. And it really does feel better this way.

He feels a lot more into it then he did before.

When he breaks off the kiss you don't chase it, you let him continue to show you.

"Of course.." You whisper. Watching his hands work on his belt and zipper, god now the room suddenly got really really hot. The moan that comes rumbling out of his throat when he moves his hand into his briefs is sinful.

"God Wade, you look so beautiful right now. I don't think you even know how insanely hot you are, everything you do gets me. Especially watching you getting more and more comfortable for me, can I please touch you? Like one of the ways you showed me?" You can't take this anymore..

"I've never felt this way before, never touched myself that way, so please do" Wade huffs. He doesn't even think of himself as that sexy.

You nod and place your hand onto his chest just like he showed you, pressing your palm into his sternum while his hand strokes his cock in his underwear. Christ.

Your other hand moves to his thigh, tracing the inside up and down. "Like that?" You ask.

"Yes..exactly like that sweetheart" He sighs deeply and leans in for another kiss. While you kiss you can feel his hand slowly reaching out to take yours, you didn't expect that at all but he replaces his hand with yours and suddenly you have a insanely warm, thick and hard as a Rock cock in your hand. You pull back from the kiss, and the expression on his face makes your thighs clench together.

"You want to give me some more notes here Wade?" A big smirk is on your lips while you carefully move your hand up and down his lenght.

But Wade shakes his head "I..uh, I got nothing to add you are doing it perfectly" and for a moment you can see something almost like disbelieve in his eyes. That he can't believe he found a woman who knows exactly how to touch him the way he really likes it. This whole dating and finding out thing must have been really hard.

"Tell me what you like, please, it's been so about me I don't want you to feel left out!" Wade holds his hand above your thighs not too sure if he can touch or not. "I don't feel that way at all, I really want to just please you Wade, I want you to feel great and im sure whatever way you have me I'd be fantastic" You smile again when he grabs your thigh and kisses your cheek and your bodies slowly shift on the couch.

Until you find yourself underneath him, spreading your legs for him while your hand still slowly strokes up and down his cock.

His hands run up your sides, it feels like he's really taking in everything, the way you look on your back and how your clothes fall, the way your legs are at his sides. He really is a pretty slow and sensual guy, this is going to be a wild time for sure.

Your hand carefully moves out of his pants, keeping your hands to yourself for now. You have a feeling this really is only about you right now. You watch his fingers open the buttons on your thin shirt, one by one, he's being so slow and careful with it. You wear a simple top underneath which frames your chest pretty nicely, which, following his eyes he noticed.

Then he looks into your eyes "You are beautiful, really, breathtaking" He whispers. Helping you out of your shirt and out of your top as well. It's a good thing you decided on the dark blue bra and dark blue pair of lace panties tonight. His fingers stroke over the Material of the cup around your breast. These slow exploring touches really set your body on fire.

Then Wade opens yours pants, drags them slowly down your thighs and leans back to pull them off your feet. Both of his hands trace your leg back up from your ankles to your hips. Nobody ever took this much time appreciating your body before.

"You still okay? You can tell me when you want to stop Wade.." You stroke a hand over his cheek and the look on his face is adoreable. "I'm perfect, I was so nervous about this whole thing and now? Now I want to touch every inch of you, kiss every inch of you.." He whispers, leaning down to press his lips onto yours again and you move your hands back to how he showed you he likes it.

During that slow and Intense kiss you can feel his hand wander over your body again. Cupping your still clothed breast and then he drags it over your stomach, and then between your legs. His fingers stroke over the Material of your underwear and you wish your weren't wearing it anymore. It's almost as if that's what he's exactly teasing at, his fingers softly press against the fabric and you start to feel some mild friction.

His lips wander from your mouth to your neck.

"You are driving me crazy" You whisper and his fingers dig a bit deeper into your underwear. The way his lips trace your skin is so steady, so warm, so comfortable. He really meant it, wanting to kiss every inch of you. Against your will your hips move up just a little to meet more friction and instead of making you behave Wade moves his hand into your underwear, doing the exact same thing but now his two fingers rub against skin! "Wade...-" You moan out.

His fingers stroke over your clit but so painfully slow that there is no way you could ever cum from that and you are starting to think that's the whole purpose of doing it all so slow. He's savoring the moment while driving you absolutely crazy at the same time. And that works perfectly for the both of you.

Your hand wanders back into his underwear as well, stroking your hand over his cock just like she showed you. And when he moans you squirm underneath him, god that was the hottest moan you ever heard.

Wade really forgot how great it felt to be touched just exactly right by someone, when that gear just flips and everything they do is an instant turn on.. he missed that feeling, he missed that feeling so very much. He doesn't feel guilty anymore about seeking what he desires and getting what he needs, he needs a new emotional connection to someone, he really needs to be intimate with someone again. He’s truly happy that he found you. And he will make damn sure to show you his appreciation as best as he possibly can.

“Take it to the next step when you feel ready Wade okay?” You need to make sure he's okay. You can't even imagine how much meaning this has for him, how he's scared of it and how much he craves it at the same time.

When he nods and pulls back you can hear your own heart pounding in your chest. It's really happening..- After all these dates and getting to know someone, you finally get to know Wade all the way.

When he takes off every last piece of your and his clothing and suddenly you both are just…naked, on the couch. Overcome by a small wave of shyness you hesitate with opening your legs again for him, it was a different thing while you still had your bra and underwear on. Now everything is so vulnerable.

His hands stroke up your thighs and the look in his eyes asks for silent permission. Despite the nervous throbbing in your body you open your legs slowly and his hands get a hold on your hips while his body moves between your thighs.

He places the sweetest and deepest kiss onto your lips while his hand guides himself to your heated, longing core.

“Wade..” You move your hands to his face. Kissing his lips.

“You mean the World to me, if at any point you change your mind about this please tell me, we’re gonna be okay. I promise” his face lights up into a pure smile, you can see the youth in him, his age not suiting him at the moment at all, he looks like a young man drowned in love and it causes you to melt right underneath him.

“We’re gonna be okay..-” He repeats before he places his tip against you, never has a man pushed himself into you this slowly. Everytime you think that's gonna be it another inch disappears inside of you, your legs slowly wrap around his waist and when he's all the way inside he stops moving his entire body.

He's so quiet it would worry if you wouldn't know that he's going to open up if anything ever bothers him.

He feels incredible. He feels so comfortable. He gives your body enough time to accept him, to adjust to him, it's a perfect fit and somehow you knew it would be.

You didn't expect him to lift his head and look at you, holding your gaze when he starts to move his hips so carefully and gently.

Drawing a deep and long moan out of you.

Not knowing he enjoys it that slow has you melting even further into the couch, what a cruel beauty it is, every movement gets dragged out and the body building up to some kind of grand release goes on and on and on…

Almost as if there is no end in sight. But it's heaven, feeling him so closely, feeling the steady weight and gentle drag of his cock deep inside of you while he kisses your skin and moans the occasional word into your ear is heaven. The time he's able to pull while he keeps this up, keeps this so slow.. it feels like you are dreaming, as if you are connected for hours.

You touch him the way he showed you again, hand pressing and stroking over his chest when you get surprised by a deep moan. His hips barely change pace but it's enough to have you clawing at his shoulders. You can't take the building up to it anymore, he's so easily moving in and almost out of you because it made you incredibly wet to have this feeling last this long. You worry about cleaning the couch pillows tomorrow… for now all you want is his release, you need to look into his eyes when he finally spills into your body and lets go of this weight on his shoulders. Of this guilt he's been carrying for simply being a human being with needs and desires.

Your hands move his head gently closer to yours. “You're okay Wade, you're fine..- let go for me Baby.. I promise we're gonna be just fine” You press a kiss onto his cheek and then onto his other. He nods and places his lips onto yours when he thrusts just the smallest bit harder, and that added speed makes you clench around him, makes your back arch slightly off the couch while you loudly moan out his name.. “Wade…oh, fuck! Wade…” Your body is shaking from that orgasm. That pleasure. Like an elastic Band that just suddenly snapped and right after you feel him, you feel his cum fill you up while his hands clutch your hips and his head falls onto your shoulder. The moans coming out of him as he thrusts his full release into you almost sound broken, his first time since his wife passed that he made love to a woman again. That's how these moans Sound like.

When his hips stop moving you pull him into a close hug.

“God…-” He sighs deeply. “Oh why did I wait this long!” He mumbles, placing kisses onto your shoulder and collarbone. “That was incredible. Wow.” He lifts his head to finally look at you again. The mood is easy, he seems so happy, so lit up by finally letting go of this. Getting it over with so to speak. Moving on..

“It was pretty good.” You tease softly.

“How uh, how good?” He bites his tongue with a huff “You know what? Nevermind. I don't think I wanna know!” He shrugs.

“Well we can do it again…and again..and-” He kisses you deeply, starved, as if the two of you didn't just finish. “You bet sweetheart, you better be ready for that fire you started” He smirks wide. “Oh easy now cowboy!” You laugh and he kisses your head. “How about some hot coco and another Episode of this show?” He suggests. “That sounds amazing, but..- Stay for a bit? With me? Like this?” You run your hands over his back and his sides.

“Anything for you love, thank you for being so patient and..- understanding. You made me very very happy” Wade places another kiss onto your cheek before you two hold each other tightly again. You could seriously fall asleep like this, it's the most comfortable you have felt in a while…a long while.

“It was my pleasure Wade” You smile.

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Hey thank you for reading and I really hope I did this prompt justice, also my very first time writing as Wade Felton !!!! Ahhh.

I did not read this for any mistakes yet so don't point out my probably plenty mistakes! Haha.

Tags: @toogaytofunctiondangit

[an0thergl1tch]

Here are some sanderssides outfit headcanons because I’m gay :

Remus : Definetly had a pair of the Brendan Urie are you nasty booty shorts at some point in time. When alone this bitch either dresses like a emo slut, a toddler who decided to dress themselves for the day, a punk anarchist, or Adam Sandler, there is no in between. Janus has to convince him to put on pants when guests come over. “Who says I can’t wear converses with my dress.” Janus has to stop him from spontaneously cutting his hair or giving himself piercings so has a BUNCH of fake ones. Spends 10 minutes taking off all of his accessories. Puts in funky contacts to be edgy. Never throws old clothes out and thinks it looks punk despite there being very obviously not intentional large holes in them. Either extremely over or under dressed, If there’s a dress code, it’s ignored. Constantly wearing platforms. Definitely has tried to give himself a scar on his face because he thought it would look kickass, he no longer has access to knives. Randomly does sfx makeup to freak people the fuck out.

Janus : So much vintage wear. Definetly has a pin striped suit somewhere in his closet, dosent wear it because Virgil calls him the cat from Tom n jerry. Definetly has tea parties in renissance era dresses. Probably has one of those dramatic 60s newly widowed housewife robes that he wears while lounging with a glass of wine. Probably wore one of those androgynous suit dresses to Thomas’s prom, Roman was pissed because he looked better than him. Extremely overdressed, would wear red to a funeral. So many fucking hats, need I say more. Beauty is pain, there is no functionality, he can’t walk in half his outfits. Wears a lot of layers but actually has the excuse of being cold blooded.

Virgil : Oh so many bracelets, who gave him access to so many bracelets. Spends a solid 2 hours teasing his hair and putting makeup on every morning (this bitch is a GOD at eyeliner.) So many layers, you do not need to be wearing 3 hoodies at once. Somehow always cold despite having enough clothes on to survive in the artic. “Oh fuck one of my bracelets fell off.” Acts like he despises pink despite wearing neon pink raccoon tails during his college scene phase. Extremely underdressed unless he has the energy to dress as a Victorian vampire. Definitely experiments with goth makeup and clothing.

Patton : Its giving youth pastor. Owns every color of polo shirt. Wears aviators to look ‘hip’ and ends up looking like goose from top gun. Definetly has a leather jacket somewhere in his closet that he only wore to college parties to look cool (the obligatory dad mid life crisis leather jacket, probably worn and probably has seen some shit.) Constantly wears a tool belt or a Fanny pack, lord get this man a backpack. Had horrendous emo phase, good lord MySpace traumatized him. Definitely has a jersey and varsity jacket but actually IS into sports. Needs to get outfit tips because he will wear a polo shirt and cargo pants to every occasion. So many dad hats.

Roman : wears jerseys and varsity jackets despite not being into sports at all. Loves makeup but goes horribly every time he tries to do it on himself. Has to be held down to do eyeliner or mascara because he will NOT stop moving and complaining about you poking his eyes out. Loves being overdressed however half his wardrobe is costume pieces he pretends are high end items. So many rings and necklaces. “Buy me Prada” *is wearing thrift store jeans* Takes hours getting ready, getting dressed takes 10 minutes but he has to get his mindfulness meditation for the day in before he leaves. Definitely has a purse collection.

Logan : This dude probably has so much vintage clothing and historical pieces but is absolutely terrified to wear any of it and wrinkle anything. Has a tie collection (extremely obvious) however half of them are funky ties Patton spotted while shopping and gave to him. Has hundreds of the same shirt but tons of blazers and vests to spice things up a bit. Definitely has a collection of very high end leather shoes that he takes care of dearly and gets heavily pissed off if someone steps on them. So many cheesy nerd pun t-shirts that he wears exclusively in his room because Patton would freak the fuck out. Is tired of people calling him Steve Urkel or a newsie when he puts on suspenders. Practicality over looks, however makes a few exceptions (This bitch would look amazing in a corset.) Can run in heels and Roman is extremely jealous and terrified. Can do makeup surpisingly well.

[ultralightpoe]

Ghost Girl - Steve Harrington

Authors Note: Part five of the HALLOWEEN EVENT. and I might expand on this one a little more cause I like the concept. We shall see.

Warnings: - none? slight bullying?-

Word Count: 1142

Requests: OPEN

~2024 Halloween Event Masterlist!

[Thank you for the gif @oxxxxxb ]

ENJOY!

Fear, something Steve had known many times, was a fully claiming emotion. He should know how to ease it, and yet his spine was still tight and his feet stuck in place. This was crazy, he had seem demogorgons for gods sake, why was this scaring him now. 

“Steve, this is stupid.” Jonathon mutters from beside him, shaking his head. He was the entire reason Steve was in this predicament. 

Every year Hawkins High sent one person into the graveyard barefoot, they would have to run through the graveyard and make it out to the other side where the parties all sat. Every year they sent someone in and on the otherside the runner would slide out of the gate fake screaming and pretending they saw something. Easy peasy. 

So when Jonathan was originally brought up he immediately pointed to Steve, and next thing he knew the once be King was carried to the graveyard where he now stood at the front gates with everyone cheering him on behind him. The earth cold on his feet, seeping through his socks as the cheers got louder in an attempt to get him going. 

“One of us has to do it man,” Steve argues, shoulders moving up and down to gain some warmth. 

“Wait a minute there, Harrington.” Someone calls, and he turns to see Billy Hargrove, the biggest asshole of them all. The douche wore a leather jacket and jeans, nothing else but a smug smile. For accessories he chose three cans of beer, how exciting. “Things are different this time.”

“I’m sorry?” 

“Down to your boxers man, at least I hope you’re wearing some.” He laughs harshly, shaking his head before turning to his crowd. “WHO WANTS KING STEVE IN HIS UNDERWEAR?!”

The loud cheers that followed did nothing to ease Steve’s fear.  

“I’m sorry man.” Jonathan mutters and Steve shakes his head as he starts stripping down. “No man, don’t be. After all the crap I did to you I can own this.”

And so, once stripped to his boxers and socks, Steve Harrington took off through the graveyard. 

At first there was a surge of adrenaline, hearing the whoops of the crowd behind him as he boosted forward. He passes one row, then another, going down the first hill with ease before he makes it to the row of trees that shade most the graveyard. 

Just as he thought ‘This might be a quick run’ it all goes to shit. 

He doesn’t understand, there is nothing but an illuminated path one moment and the next he is pushed to the side. His entire body catches air before he lands on top of a headstone before rolling off. “Oh jesus-”

He groans in pain, rubbing his ribs before he sees someone coming towards him. 

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” And right in from of him is Hawkins High very own ghost girl. 

It had started as a rumor after someone caught her talking to herself during lunch, next thing everyone knew the story had evolved into epic tales of how they would hear her muttering to satan in class or how she once tried to draw blood from Chrissy Cunningham for a ritual. 

None of it was true, or at least Steve never thought it was, but right now it was hard to argue. 

Wearing a cozy sweater and a pair of boots as she hauled around an old lantern in the middle of a graveyard on halloween. 

“Ghost girl.” He blurts, picking himself up from the dirt. 

“I actually have a name you know.”

“I…. I know. I just…..” Hadn’t thought he would ever have to use it. 

“You okay? You hit pretty hard there.” You change the subject, swiping off some dirt from his arm. “You’re also naked.” 

“It’s the-”

“Graveyard Dash. I’m aware. I just never figured king steve would have to be the one to do it.” You laugh, but it’s not a mocking laugh, more so a gentle embrace that warms him from the cold october air. “Come on, I have blankets over here.”

He follows when you start to move, tripping on odd branches here and there. “So I am here for a graveyard dash in Jonathan's place. What are you doing in the graveyard in the middle of the night?”

“It’s halloween night.” You mutter, as if that’s some sort of explanation. 

“And?”

“The…..” You cast an odd look in his direction and he takes a moment to realize you were embarrassed. “The ghosts get lonely tonight.”

“Right….”

“Ghost girl.” You mutter, turning a left and making him follow before he sees the spot he was sure you had already been hiding in. There were about 12 blankets and a canister meant to keep things warm as well as a small bag of junk food ready.  

Before he can take a peek at your assortment you are shoving a blanket at him. “If you take a left right there then-”

“WHAT THE-” He screams, diving back as he sees a man looming nearby and shaking his head. 

“Kids these days have no respect. This is a graveyard young man.” The man scolds, but it was the see through iridescent look he had about him that freaked Steve out the most.

“You can… you can see him?” You gasp, looking back and forth between both of the two men. “How?” “Put the blanket on man. You’re as hairless as a ghost right now.” The man glares. 

“Says the ghost.” You huff back as Steve wraps the blanket around himself. 

“You really do see ghosts.” He mutters in amazement, shaking his head as he looks around. “I have so many questions.”

“And you also have a run to finish.” You laugh, tossing him a small bag of pretzels before turning back to sit in your spot. Only to be shocked when he sits down as well. “What are you do-”

“Billy can wait. Tell me everything.”

“Everything?”

“When did you start seeing ghosts?”

“I…… I was three-”

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“I can’t believe you’re growing chest hair because a ghost made fun of you.” You huff, tying the shoe to your costume as you watch him fix his costume in the mirror. 

“Do you think he will be impressed this time?”

“Again, a ghost.” You laugh, standing to walk up to him. 

“Alright, remind me of the game plan.” 

“We go to Nancy’s party, then drive to the graveyard.”

“Since we have the overnight kits in the car.” 

“And we have the extra bag for whoever does the graveyard run tonight.”

“We’re saviors really.” He laughs. 

“Well, running half naked in the freezing cold might work for you….” And just like that you both are thrown into a fit of laughter as you grab your bag and make your way to the car to stars your ghoulish halloween.

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[thank you for the gif @captainhotch ]

[yallemagne]

Finally posting my feelings on season 3 of X-Men: TAS. Ughhh.

Episode 1 & 2: Out of the Past

Looooove Gambit and Jubilee’s continued sibling relationship. 

Yuriko: “You killed my father!” Logan: “I didn’t!” Yuriko: “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Don’t got much else to say other than ugh this leads into the space shenanigans and I haaaaate that. 

Episode 3, 4, 5, 6, 7: The Phoenix Saga

This saga is a drag but that doesn’t mean I didn’t get emotional when Jean and Scott parted. Seriously, when they kissed?? And Jean’s hair lit up like it was aflame? Fucking sexy as hell can I be them? These two are romance incarnate. 

Episode 8: No Mutant is an Island

Scott is so fucking done and I love that for him. He deserves a chance to go apeshit. Says he’s sick of playing “den mother”??? Oh my god. Speaking truth to power. Especially since Logan’s absence clearly marks that he’s already gone off to sulk, Scott deserves some sulk time for himself. 

THE ORPHANAGE. RUSTY!!! RUSTY COLLINS!! My darling Russell. 

“He’s just not used to the loving discipline a boy his age needs.” Kill this pervert. “After only two days I already love you like a son.” SCOTT KILL THIS PERVERT!!

Killgrave’s using these fucking kids as a scapegoat and the crimes they’re blamed for in his stead are what keep them from getting the help they need. I fucking hate this cunt. 

THEY DUMPED SCOTT IN THE POOL??? DOG?? What are y’all gonna do when a man is found drowned in your pool? Say “whoops guess he couldn't swim”??

I don’t like this Sarah chick. I’m sorry but like Killgrave is the most suspect guy ever, and she endangered the lives and futures of those children because “no one else would take them”. All that bullshit about her seeing the mutant kids as family? Girl, you got rid of them. She’s just gonna sell them to the highest bidder again because that’s what she did last time. 

I don't like that the message is "acceptance and tolerance is earned not forced" no, tolerance is NOT earned. Under no circumstances should a child be forced to EARN the right to live. Killgrave is wrong because he's a human trafficker using children to commit crimes. And obv his plan to groom the kids to become politicians would have never worked because his actions have gotten the kids in trouble with the authorities before, meaning they are distrusted by society because of HIM.

Episode 9: Obsession

I’m just gonna take a wild guess and say the Ming Dynasty scroll was planted to lure Archangel in. 

Warren is a fucking prick. Worthington is a dumb cunt and I hate him. “Deep down, he is still Warren Worthington!” Well, Warren Worthington is a bit of an angsty prick, so that ain’t saying much Rogue. Rogue and her sympathy for bitter blue bastards is gonna be her downfall. 

“Xavier was right, it is sentient! We can speak to it!” Uhh… or the ship just has Siri, McCoy. 

“Ship, you are a work of art.” “Thank you, Henry McCoy. You have no idea what a pleasure it is to interface with someone who appreciates the subtleties of my programming.”  Okay damn. I stand corrected. And Hank is about to wine and dine a ship. Jioegpoi Hank getting shocked for attempting to hack the ship and the ship apologizing. Wolverine and Cyclops are just standing there like “why are we here playing voyeur to this weird shit?”

I knew it, the scroll was planted. I fucking called it.

They need to stop giving Hank compelling love interests and then getting rid of them by the end of the episode. 

THEY SHOT APOCALYPSE INTO SPACE LIKE KARS. 

Episode 10: Longshot

Logan teaching Jubilee to drive!!! And he’s wearing a fuckin’ cowboy hat and a bolo tie. Why is he dressed for the rodeo? And he’s just such a dad for the rest of the episode, he recognizes Jubilee’s crush on Longshot and IMMEDIATELY goes into Dad Mode. 

“Bad doggie! No biscuit. We got leash laws in this town, mutt.” I fucking Love Wolverine. 

“Allowing me to scan his mind must be Longshot’s decision.” We love a king who respects consent. 

I fucking love Domo’s nicknames for Mojo. 

Yeah, I think I love Longshot. And I think most of the reason is just that I’ve read Exiles but ya know. He really is a heartthrob. He’s cliché but it’s a fun cliché. 

Honourable mention: that ram guy who threw away his gun to pull out a knife. 

Jubilee outfit without the coat is cute. Lol but they kept accidentally animating her with the coat on. 

Episode 11: Cold Comfort

BOBBYYYYY. Gay boy what are you doing here? Lol Bobby was the golden child, that much is obvious. At the same time he’s like “I was never good enough for you!” Dude Xavier let you get away with everything and that bred resentment in your teammates. 

Scott’s been wearing a bomber jacket recently and it just makes me miss Morph more

“What’s with those two? I’ve never seen the Professor so angry.”Daddy issues. “It’s a surrogate father-son dynamic with unresolved issues of dominance.” Wow damn I was right. 

Bobby: *insults Scott* Logan: *unsheathes claws* “Only I can call Cyke a goody goody.”

Jubilee looking up the records <333

FORGE???

QUICKSILVEr????

…Havok? oh gee.

Love Logan calling out that the government is employing mutants to police mutants. Forge says they're helping but like... Jaguars. Faces.

WHAT THE FUCK POLARIS. Polaris you absolute piece. “You wouldn’t have supported my decision so we faked my disappearance.” Who does that? Imagine needing to have absolutely no pushback in your decision-making, so to avoid having an argument with your boyfriend you fake your own kidnapping and start dating someone else without ever breaking up with the first guy. I wouldn’t hold it against her if it were just a simple misunderstanding, like if she left a note but he thought she wrote it under duress, but she purposely led him to believe that she needed to be rescued. 

They need to stop introducing characters that could be permanent additions to the team and then squandering that.

Episode 12 & 13: Savage Land, Strange Heart

Who is this chicken lady? I can’t take her seriously, she looks like a chicken. 

Rogue and Storm are lowkey dating and I love it. 

NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO CLOSE THEIR EYES. Who knows? Maybe it isn’t as simple as closing your eyes or looking away… but then why have Sauron repeat the phrase “look into my eyes” if you don’t actually have to look for him to control you? It’s stupid. 

“Well, next time Storm is kidnapped, I’ll make sure they take her someplace nice.”

The Savage Lands are fucking boring oh my god. 

I’m guessing… Sinister was in the soil when they last left… they’re saying Garokk is in the soil… hmm?? I’m probably wrong tho… it actually is just Garokk, that’s boring.

WOLVERINE TACKLING AND PETTING ZABU!! Fucking adorable.

Episode 14, 15, 16, 17: The Dark Phoenix

This whole saga gave me the ick. It made me sick to watch. It’s is just a very disgusting storyline. First, Phoenix invalidates Jean’s free will, then the motherfuckin’ Rape Syndicate drops in and invalidates Phoenix’s free will. It’s just very gross and I felt like I was playing voyeur to some gross man’s fantasy. OH WAIT I literally fucking was because of that creep character I refuse to remember the name of.

“Ohoho! Looks like you’ve been having fun without me! Where’s the Cajun?” kinky

Who the fuck are these silk-stocking wearing hoes? “Tradition demands that this power be wielded by us” Ah, so they’re white supremacists. 

Every woman wants a piece of Scott. Callisto wanted a piece, Dazzler wanted a piece, The Phoenix is staying in Jean’s body because she wants a piece. “Dark pleasure of destruction” Fancy words for saying you want to peg that man. 

KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER. GET A JOB. STOP FUCKING TOUCHING HER YOU CREEP. I scream. They do not listen. But hahahaha Scott’s beautiful eyes broke her out of the creep’s rape fantasy. 

DAZZLER YOU PIECE. I know it’s hard to resist Scott’s charms but you do NOT spring a kiss on a man. Literally this whole thing is caused by people not respecting consent. The only reason Scott and Jean’s psychic rapport was broken was because Dazzler couldn’t fucking keep her hands to herself. And it's SOOO forced bc he could have just sent Gambit to play bodyguard.

These guys are fucking governing Genosha in ’97. Whose bright idea was it to put the Rape Syndicate in charge of a sovereign nation?

“I know what you’re thinking, bub. Question is: “Can I get Wolverine before he turns me into shish kabob with his claws?” Well bub, seeing as these claws are adamantium: the strongest metal known and can slice through vanadium steel like hot butter, you gotta ask yourself: “Do I feel lucky?””

“Lousy year.” *drops wine bottle on man’s dick*

I just love unhinged Wolverine quotes.

“I need no help from a woman to destroy the X-Men.” What a surprise. The head creep is a misogynist. Question: if Shaw can absorb any energy, can he absorb the energy of me ripping his spinal cord from his back? Asking for a friend.

Just when I think it’s over this damn saga still won’t end. Lilandra I thought I was done with you, woman. You come back into my life to fridge Jean Grey a second time, you piece. 

Scott/Jean has captured my mind and soul. They’re perfect. I love them so much. 

Episode 18: Orphan’s End

What an on-the-nose title for an episode where Cyclops learns his father is alive. Oh by the way that was mentioned before, his father is a space pirate. 

Cyclops mockingly calling Corsair “dad” fuels me. Let him tear his father a new one. 

Corsair says that if he’d known his children were alive nothing could have stopped him from coming back. Girly you never even looked, deadbeat. Just assumed your sons were dead for convenience, motherfucker. 

Episode 19: Love in Vain

We need a codeword for when Rogue gets dragged into some bullshit by toxic people from her past. Girl has had too much. Cody gave me bad vibes from the beginning. 

The fact that they defeat the Brood by talking to their sentient fish space ship? Two for two on sentient ships saving the day this season.  

Logan trying to comfort Rogue but her gravitating toward Gambit, the one whose affections she spurned going after the one that got away… I just got a lotta feelings, okay?

Season 1

Season 2

[yumiblogs]

Yay I’m so glad you’re back!! 🥰 Can you do a nsfw enemies to lovers fic with hyunjin? ♥️

Sour Gift // Stray Kids Hyunjin Angst / Smut

Masterlist

Y/N was a good friend of Changbin, who happened to be part of the famous boy group Stray Kids. She often hung out with him and the other members, enjoying their music and jokes. However, there was one member who she couldn't stand: Hyunjin. Y/N and Hyunjin never got along, and they always avoided each other whenever they met. They hated each other because of a misunderstanding that happened when they first met, but they never talked about it or cleared the air. One day, Y/N was invited to a party at one of the Stray Kids' dorm (3racha+Hyunjin).

She reluctantly agreed, hoping to have some fun with her friends. But fate had other plans. As soon as she arrived, she saw him sitting on the couch with Seungmin and Felix just talking while the others and more friends were doing their own thing. He noticed her and frowned, making her feel uncomfortable. After the eye contact Y/N felt her heart sink and her anger rise. She hated how after they first met Hyunjin never apologized or even acknowledged how wrong he was for the way he treated her. As y/n headed to the kitchen to say hi and grab a drink, Hyunjin followed behind her. "Hi Chris, what are we playing today?" Y/n asked, As they had their small talk, Hyunjin was on the other side of the kitchen on his phone acting busy.

As Bangchan left the kitchen and y/n stayed to refill her drink, Hyunjin approached her. Intimidated by the sudden approach, y/n didn't move when Hyunjin stood next to her. As she stopped sipping her drink "what" she asked not looking at him. "C.. i... s" Hyunjin said but it was drawn out by the noise in the apartment "huh?" y/n said louder "my god" Hyunjin leaned to the side and grabbed the chips behind y/n "can't do shit" Hyunjin murmured under his breath but still loud enough to hear as the music ended and another song started. "Shut up, such a jerk. Why don't you go back to your phone and leave me alone?" she snapped, walking towards him. Hyunjin rolled his eyes and tossed the chips back onto the counter. Turned around, facing Y/N. His expression was cold and annoyed. "What's your problem, Y/N? I don't even know you that well. You're just a friend of Changbin's, nothing more."

Y/N felt a pang of hurt and frustration. She hated how Hyunjin acted like he didn't care about her or how he treated her, and how he pretended that nothing had happened between them. "Oh, please. You know exactly what my problem is, Hyunjin. You know what you did to me. You know how you hurt me. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You think you're so cool and aloof, but you're really just a jerk. You're not even that nice or friendly. You're just a pretty face with no heart." Y/N expected Hyunjin to lash out, but instead he looked confused. His eyes narrowed and his mouth twitched. He shook his head and clenched his fists. "Come on get over it, it was that big of a deal!"

It was a year ago

Changbin had invited her to a concert where Stray Kids were performing. She was a fan of their music, and she was excited to see them live. She had hoped to meet them backstage, She had even prepared a gift for them, a homemade mini cheesecake for each member as a congratulations for doing a good performance.

But things didn't go as planned. When she arrived backstage, Changbin had to go and deal with something dealing with his microphone, so he left her alone for a while. He told her to wait for him, and he would introduce her to the other members. She agreed, and sat on a chair, holding her gift in her hand. She looked around, and saw that the backstage was empty. The other members were either on the other side of the stage taking to staff or in their dressing rooms. She felt a bit nervous and bored, but she decided to wait patiently.

Then, she saw him. Hyunjin walked out of his dressing room, wearing a black leather jacket and ripped jeans. He looked like a rock star, and she felt her heart raise. He walked towards her, and she felt a surge of excitement and nervousness. She thought he was going to talk to her, and she smiled and lifted her hand up as to wave at him, hoping he would notice it. But he didn't. Instead, he looked at her with a scowl and a sneer. He assumed she was a fan who had snuck backstage, and he was annoyed by her presence. He didn't want to deal with her, and he wanted her to leave.

"Hey, you. How did you get in? You're not supposed to be here." he said, his voice harsh and rude.

Y/N felt a wave of humiliation and disappointment. She felt tears sting her eyes, and she quickly lowered her hand. She realized that he didn't even know who she was thinking she was just a random fan who had invaded his privacy and the other members. Trying to explain, to tell him that she was a friend of Changbin's, and that she had a gift for him and the others. But he didn't listen, he didn't care. He cut her off and started calling for security.

She ran out of the backstage, clutching her gift in her hand. She felt like throwing the gifts away, but she couldn't. She had put too much time into it, and she couldn't let it go. She decided to go home, binge watch series while she ate all the cheesecakes. She eventually told Changbin that she didn’t feel too good and had to leave early.

She never told anyone what happened, not even Changbin. She never gave Hyunjin another chance, either. She decided to hate him, to despise him. She convinced herself that he was a jerk. She avoided him whenever she could, and she treated him with hostility whenever she couldn't. She never forgave him, and she never forgot.

And now, he was standing in front of her, telling her to forget the past and to “get over it” like he didn't care. She wanted to scream, to cry, to hit him. She wanted to tell him everything, to make him feel what she felt. She wanted to make him regret, to make him apologize, to make him suffer. But she didn't. She couldn't. She was too proud, too hurt, too scared. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened them and looked at him, her eyes cold and hard.

With a scoff she took one final sip of her drink then proceeded to spill it onto Hyunjin. There wasn’t a lot of soda but enough to drench his shirt. “What the fuck” Hyunjin quickly stepped back grabbing the nearest paper towels while heading to his room to change shirts before anyone saw the whole mess.

After 10-15 minutes passed, y/n started to feel a little guilty as their hate never escalated to physically hurting eachother. Heading over to his room, she knocked on his door but no response. Knocking again, a groan was heard from inside but the door still didn’t open. Y/n had enough and opened the door, making eye contact with a frustrated Hyunjin trying to take off the stain from the shirt while sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What, came to pour more soda on me” Hyunjin stared at you trying to read you. “You started it, how do you expect me to forget the way you treated me when you keep acting like a jerk all the time” y/n leaned against the now closed door to draw out the music and chatter that sounded in the background. Hyunjin stayed silent.

“This, this is what I mean-” y/n walked closer to him “-why can’t you just apologize and admit you were a jerk to me-” now standing a few steps closer to Hyunjin, he stood up and glared at her “it’s been over a year and you don’t even have the fucking audacity to apol-”

Cut off by an unexpected kiss from Hyunjin

As their lips met in an unexpected kiss, a surge of electricity coursed through their bodies. Y/N stood frozen for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise, but soon she found herself melting into the kiss, unable to resist his lips, so soft and demanding, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. Y/N's hands instinctively found their way to his chest, trying to push him away but eventually giving up, feeling the warmth of his skin she could feel his heartbeat racing, matching the intensity of their kiss.

As they continued to kiss, their bodies pressed against each other, the tension that had built up between them began to slowly burn out. The hate that once was their every interaction was replaced by a newfound desire and curiosity. Hyunjin's hands roamed down Y/N's back, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. The taste of her lips, a mix of sweetness and spice, intoxicated him. Y/N's fingers found their way to his hair, gripping it tightly as she surrendered to the pleasure that coursed through her.

The room filled with the sound of their soft moans, drowning out the music and chatter from the party outside. They were lost in their own world, indulging in the forbidden pleasure that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Breaking the kiss, Hyunjin trailed his lips down Y/N's jawline, leaving a trail of wet kisses along her neck. Y/N's head fell back, granting him more access as a low moan escaped her lips. His teeth grazed her skin, igniting a fire within her.

With a gentle push, Y/N guided Hyunjin towards the bed, their bodies now intertwined. As they fell onto the soft sheets, their clothes became a burden, and with eager hands, they stripped each other bare. Y/N's body shivered with anticipation as Hyunjin's lips traveled down her chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses and nibbles. His hands caressed her curves, making her arch her back, craving more of his touch.

Without hesitation, Hyunjin's mouth found its way to her breasts, teasing and sucking on her sensitive nipples. Y/N gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure coursed through her body. The taste of her skin, the scent of her arousal, drove him wild with desire.

Y/N's moans filled the room, urging Hyunjin to push her further towards ecstasy. Each touch, each kiss, brought them closer to the edge.

As their lips parted, a thin string of saliva connected them, Y/N's body trembled with anticipation as Hyunjin's hands explored every inch of her naked form. His touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that burned with insatiable desire. Slowly switching places as Huunjin guided y/n on their back, slowly leaving a trail of kisses followed with hickeys so the lower stomach of y/n.

Hyunjin descended upon Y/N's throbbing core, slowly opening y/ns clit with two fingers as his tongue tracing circles around her Y/N's moans filled the room, an intoxicating melody that urged Hyunjin to push her further. His fingers joined his tongue, sliding inside her wetness with ease. The sound of her slick walls clenching around him only spurred him on, his movements becoming faster and more demanding.

As her body quivered on the edge, Y/N's hands found their way to Hyunjin's throbbing member, stroking him in rhythm with his relentless assault on her core. The feeling of his hot flesh pulsating in her hand only heightened her pleasure, pushing her closer and closer to the brink.

With a primal grunt, Hyunjin positioned himself at her entrance, slowly filling her with his throbbing length. Y/N's walls stretched to accommodate him, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort surging through her. The sensation of being completely filled, of their bodies becoming one, was overwhelming.

Their moans mingled in the air as they moved in perfect harmony, their bodies crashing together as the bed creaked beneath them. The smell of sex and sweat filled the room, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that fueled their craving for one another. With each thrust, Hyunjin hit all the right spots, sending Y/N spiraling into a whirlwind of ecstasy. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red trails in their wake. Their gasps and moans grew louder, their voices merging in a chorus of unadulterated pleasure.

As the intensity built to an overwhelming crescendo, they clung to one another, their bodies trembling with the force of their release. Y/N's walls tightened around him, milking him for every drop of his essence as Hyunjin's hot seed shot deep inside her, filling her with an exquisite warmth. They lay spent, their bodies glistening with sweat and their breaths heavy. The room was filled with a serene silence, broken only by the sound of their racing hearts slowly returning to a steady rhythm. They had tasted forbidden pleasure, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Their naked bodies laid there on Hyunjins bed. Catching their breath they couldn’t understand why all this happened. “Did we just…” y/n couldn’t find the right words “yeah…” Hyunjin couldn’t really explain why either. “I’m… really sorry you know”

Hyunjin stared at the ceiling. “I know I acted like a jerk when we met, It’s no excuse but around that time our security wasn’t that great so fans would just sneak in, sometimes hide in the dressing rooms and I just didn’t want anything to happen to the memb…”

“Im also sorry, I mean I took it too far and I ju-” Hyunjin cut off y/n “no, what you did was justifiable, this past year was justifiable. I deserved it, I should’ve apologized since the beginning, heck I should’ve not treated you like that to begin with really” Hyunjin sat up, hands on his face. y/n followed, before she could touch his shoulder Hyunjin covered y/n with a bedsheet “I forgive you” Hyunjin looked over at y/n who was slightly smiling.

“Well…” y/n got out of bed, leaving the bedsheet slip down her body on the bed “guess I’ll see you around jerk” Hyunjin watched y/n as she put her clothes on. As she grabbed her shirt from the floor she walked over to the bed, leaned over and caressed Hyunjins chin with two fingers “bye bye” y/n said as she stood up again and put her last piece of clothing on before heading to the door and walking out. Hyunjin laid back to take a breather.

“What am I gonna do with her” he said as he smiled to the ceiling.

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Masterlist

[moonspirit]

my hcs on the alliances favourite song/musician:

levi- Elvis. no specific song

he’d lock himself in a room and blast some of his songs, he’d sip a cup of tea and stare out the window while stewing his hatred for that lil monkey boy zeke. the first time he did this onyankopon broke down the door because he thought levi was gonna kill himself. my reasoning is that I think he’s a lil ol fashioned so.. Elvis.

annie- hit ‘em up, 2pac.

she’d LOVE diss tracks, especially this one. she’d sometimes mumble “..that’s why i fucked yo bitch you fat motherfucka..” in her sleep. the alliance doesn’t let her pick the music anymore after falco and gabi arrived for obvious reasons. if she was more public she’d be cancelled for imitating a black accent.. she can’t help it..

armin- nursery rhymes. 

oh god don’t give him the aux.. he would genuinely be listening to “je mappele dolphine” or something like that. do NOT let him find national anthems. (not the lana del rey one.. please let him find that one it’s so good)

gabi- karma, jojo siwa.

you couldn’t water board this information out of her. she pretends her favourite song is also hit ‘em up like annie to act tough but she’s a Jojo siwa fan at heart. she doesn’t let anyone in her room because you’d find every single bow jojo has released, that one mold infested jojo siwa curry sauce, and a karma vinyl she somehow got her grubby hands on. 

connie- con calma, daddy yankee.

our latino king! you cannot stop him from replaying this song, unless you want to go get a rabies shot. if he’s listening to spanish songs while driving make sure to buy car insurance right then and there because connie doesn’t have any! and you’re definitely gonna crash..

pieck- telepatia/melting - kali uchis.

couldn’t decide which she’d like more, but she’s a huge fan of cutesy songs. i can also see her liking prom song gone wrong by lana del rey. (can u tell lana is my favourite?) anyway, she would bedazzle her record player with pink rhinestones and dance around her room to kali uchis. 

reiner- caramelldanssen, caramella girls.

you CANNOT change my mind. he’d try to overdose on crushed up jolly ranchers (someone scammed him, placebo affect go crazy) while laying face down on the carpet with this song in the background. someone asks him to hangout he’s like nah i’m busy today.. he’s just listening to this song while ugly crying about nothing in particular.

jean- maneater- nelly furtado

much like gabi, he’d probably say his favourite song is something like too many nights or big poppa.. but we all know this is what he’d listen to. that and promiscuous (also by nelly furtado. he’s a huge fan) yeah nobody believes him when he says a hip-hop/rap song.

falco- kidz bop version of ms.jackson. (that kidz pop song SPECIFICALLY.)

while other people are stanning loona or whatever artist he’s stanning kidz bop.. like a true alpha male. he’d also probably say shit like “fudge” instead of fuck and yell “language!!” when someone cusses. bless his heart.

hope u know all these songs, they’re very.. diverse. it took a while to get you these headcanons but i’ve been busy lately.

Hiya xD

Gotta admit, I didn't know a lot of these songs so I had to look them up. Had a great time tho!

I like Levi listening to Elvis. He's an old time king, and he's right - old timey songs really do FTW. Nothing like being holed up in your house with some fucking great tea and 50's rock n roll.

Annie tho xD She can listen to ALLLLLL the diss tracks and hard rap she wants to and wear outfits that got drip and swag but she'll never beat the cute allegations. Sorry but that's... That's just how it is.

But Armin - nursery rhymes???!?! Come ooonnnn you gotta give him more credit than that lol xD I like to think he enjoys pop and instrumental a lot.

Gabi, Falco and Jean being like "No! We're tough nuts! In this house we listen to songs that go hard!" And then actually listening to energetic pop and kidz bop lmaooooo. People pretend they don't know so these three can keep their pride intact xD (secretly they're a club of liars)

I listened to Telepatía by Kali Uchis and omg 🥺 I can imagine Pieck vibing to that slow R&B soul in her room. Dancing around her room as the record player plays and plays and plays. Ahhhh that's such a good image!

The best ones are for last.

Connie boy! He's definitely not got a thought in his head with that song as he drives - and it's a pretty GREAT road trip too! All cheer and good vibes!

Reiner listening to Caramelldanssen is the only thing of true value in this post. In true style, he's got the video and everything playing on the largest screen in his house. He knows the moves. He dances, he sings, he cries.

(the others are horrified. Perfect time for Annie to spit some 2pac diss bars).

thank you for sending these in omg xD

[uriekukistan]

Megumi + 5, 8, and 14 for the ask game!

5 - What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them? i just wanna hide my face by ekkstacy reminds me a lot of post 212 megumi

8 - What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise? oh god........where do i even start.....lets start with the "potential man" shit. megumi did not even want to be a sorcerer he didn't want anything to do with jujutsu tech or gojo or curses or anything like that, he literally only did it to keep tsumiki away from the zen'in clan so yeah sometimes he does half-ass and sell himself short but if you even took three seconds to think about his character instead of stupid hypothetical 1v1s you would realize why, and when he has something to protect (tsumiki, yuuji) he absolutely puts his 110%. i dont know why people see mahoraga as a cop out move when, other than one situation in particular, every time he's tried using it seems pretty reasonable to me. im not gonna get into manga spoilers here but if any of these people calling him weak or useless or whatever the fuck they're saying about him these days went through even a day of his life, they would absolutely be feeling the same way, let alone going through megumi's entire life. too many people forget that megumi is a literal child who has been through a shit ton of trauma since he was a toddler so yeah i think his reaction to what's going on is completely justified. also please stop shipping him with sukuna 😀

14 - Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character. i did my sort of fanon style for him here, but i think in canon his main priority is comfort and practicality. probably has two pairs of shoes total (not counting like. house slippers)- those brown boots (that i hate megumi ur better than this) and a pair of sneakers- which he will wear until they literally fall off his feet. wears a lot of sweatshirts and oversized tees, track pants, or baggy jeans. some ideas i dug up on pinterest (pretend the necklace in the second one doesn't exist canon megumi wouldnt wear jewelry)

[blueiight]

lfg… lighting out for the territories

Reinhard had always hated parties, and this one was no exception. He didn’t mind the stiff white dress uniform he was wearing, nor did he mind the food, or the music. It was simply the concept of being at a party, when he would rather be doing something productive.

“So, you’re the celebrity,” Dominique said. Her voice was low for a woman’s, and somewhat sultry.

OMG DOMINIQUE!!! MY MF GIRLFRIEND!!!

i love econ bro rein wiaw reinhard and stringer bell would get along well (or hate eachother) (bc we all know reinhard is a utilitarian goody-two-shoes despite being a conqueror. no love for the fiends & the pushers, von musel!)

the fact that this description is in the first chapter.. very ambitious.. even so early u see reinhard’s cruel outlook “…while the saving of four hundred Alliance soldiers may mean much to their families, in a war where battles regularly involve the lives and deaths of millions of people, it���s insignificant.” u can juxtapose this to yang’s moral dilemma bc reinhard has none. in fact hes like a lot of ppl will die for a greater cause (while that aspect of war torments yang, it is something a younger reinhard can alr rationalize??? rein canon compliant REDACTED?) wiaw reinhard is so fascinating to me bc hes in a far more disadvantageous position than he ever was at any point of canon tl. not to be oh ur sister aint in the kaiser’s ears skirt admiral~~ but its kinda like that. reinhard my baby im so sorry plz dont kill m-

BISHOP DEGSBY…???!!! also rly love the mention of the mandate … the goldenbaums r like this bizarro mix of prussian aesthetic, franco revanchism& legit hitlerite shit especially back in rudolf’s heyday n the intersection of emperor-god more associated in certain eastern cultures than not like theyre sooo weird the empire is so weird.

Reinhard’s smile was cold. “The Alliance is my home, and I am grateful to it for all that it has given me, but I do not pretend that the reason I fled there as a child was out of some ideological purity. It was out of a simple desire to keep the ones I love safe. To say anything to the contrary would be the height of hypocrisy.”

“And yet you claim to hate the Goldenbaums?”

“Hatred is not ideology, Bishop. It’s personal.”

reinhard von musel playa hater of year u.c. 796 😂

im sorry to put on my evil fujo goggles but i think something clicked here so canon lotgh reinhard had kircheis but distance from his family while in wiaw he has his family but distance from kircheis… ofc his hatred of the goldenbaum come from the same core of them tryna sexually barter his sister but its so fascinating here.

omg is reinhard being an econ bro slash amateur space socmed influencer the equivament of yang’s second rate historian bro-ism in canon tl . except reinhard loves this space military shit & the econ is an accidental hustle. that is the funniest shit ever + is actually more adjacent to my relationship w history… and even this whole blog. health bro shoehorned into amateur historian/anthropologist on yaoi tumblr

INGRIDDDD OMG I FUCKING CALLED IT..!!!

YOOOOOOO THIS SHIT CRAZY CULT COERCION MEETS HUMAN TRAFFICKING?? INGRID BEING THE SAME AGE AS ANNEROSE WHEN SHE MET LUDDY? I did not think she was that young at the wedding what is going awnnn hunny.

blackwell is like struggling to parse if reinhard is a fuckboy while reinhard is like im something of a feminist myself, (he really is my baby god its 2019 again the peak of my reinhard cte)

IS CH2 TITLE A ZORA NEALE HURSTON REF? This is the third wiaw chapter title ref i clocked methinks.

another moment id 100% comm is reinhard in jeans & a light 80s style jacket. reinhard always forgets hes in the top .5% percentile of beauty its hilaryus. pretty girl who just wants to be one of the bros

oh wow we’re actually getting ‘earth church being given cogent beliefs outside of being the space illuminati/blood libelesque as they were in canon’ wow thank u so much for fixing up that disasterclass. authornim’s catholic upbringing is bleeding thru but it makes it more poetic! but catholics dont be dope fiends like this. haha love it

MULLER!!!!! Lmao im already so into this game of telephone theyre playing.

It had been a waste of a day, and Reinhard had returned to his apartment in a bad mood. His mood only got worse when he found that his entire apartment had been ransacked while he was out. His personal computer was missing, and it was clear that the thief had left in a hurry, which meant that they had known Reinhard was returning home, which meant that it was not a thief but probably an imperial agent.

Reinhard stood with his hands on his hips in the middle of his studio, and addressed the room in the imperial language, using his general haughty tone, even though he had just had his apartment broken into, and he was somewhat disheveled from his day of training.

“Lieutenant Commander Muller,” he said. “I’m sure that you know by now that I do not keep anything other than my personal correspondence on my personal computer, and that my personal correspondence is of absolutely zero interest to you. Furthermore, you will notice that, although we share similar responsibilities, I have not, and do not intend to, break into your personal quarters. We may be enemies, but Phezzan would have you believe that we are living for the moment on a civilized planet, and I would hope that we can behave like civilized men.

“In the interest of not causing too great of a disturbance to the detente which exists here on Phezzan, I will not elevate this issue if you would return my property to me. I will be at the park at 54th and Lexard tomorrow evening. I will see you there, Lieutenant Commander Muller.”

IM ACTUALLY CACKLING!!!!!! hes so catty i love her. muller trying to look like a student but failing😂

“Well, I mean, he’s not… He’s not from the Empire.”

“Oh?”

“Like he would have been killed under Rudolph. Or at least sent to do labor.”

adding w/e starzone the galactic empire is in as ‘places to avoid entirely if ur any visible person of color’ MY God the absence of metaphor is striking amc iwtv voice . love how reinhard is like oh if u think u got my tea off a blog name then u rly gone get sum. tell leigh send hugs & kisses to my first love xoxo reinhard von musel

“Sir, my sister is more competent than I am,” Reinhard said, which made Blackwell laugh.

And is!!!

“Tell me.” She was a little more direct without the bishop present, which Reinhard thought was both interesting and an improvement.

LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON WITH HER!??? also im Lmbo @ reinhard going ‘well do i look like yo mf mama (earth) ‘ hes such a smartass i adore him. ik authornim oppresses reinhard but they truly Get Him!!!!

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Ingrid said. She looked up at the candle-lit altar. “You may look like a god, but you are only a man.”

Reinhard shook his head, too used to strange remarks about his appearance to be embarrassed. “I’ve never seen a god move anything in the world, so I would much prefer to be a man. Besides, my sister looks better than I do.”

im obsessed w ingrid bodying reinhard in such a manner with religious undertones & reinhard going fuck god. my sister’s cuter than me.

Ingrid’s hand dropped back to clutch the pew. “Part of me lived. Part of me died. A very dear… friend… of mine sacrificed her standing to save me. The Earth Church protected me. I’m very grateful to their patronage.”

DOES SHE FEEL LIKE A DEAD MAN WALKING…. IS THE EARTH CHURCH TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE LOSS OF WHAT WAS HOME FOR HER. MAGGIE😢😢😢HER SON ERWIN💔💔

REINHARD LOCKET…😢👀

As far as the man you encountered at a party, yes, I do believe I know who you’re referring to. I… hope... that you do not have too many reasons to come into contact with him, but if you should see him again, you may let him know that his message was received very happily, and that, quote, “I’m doing what you said to.”

OHMYGOD💔💔💔💔 wait im kinda jtfo at yang pov in this message cuz he prolly thinking to himself aw shit someone could be figuring me out on phezzan meanwhile reinhard & muller is in a quasi one sided homosexual espionage rigmarole

OMG ANNEROSE IS BACK!!!!

Linz had rather kindly made her a sign that read, “If your question is about my personal life, the answer is ‘NO.’ If you have an actual question, please come in.”

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[the-fiction-witch]

6th Trick or Treat

Media Love Actually Age Up

Character Sam

Couple Sam X Reader

Rating Sweet

Halloween Day 6

I hurried myself up and Into the small London flat using my spare key shutting the door behind me but I stopped short as I saw the place. Clothes are all over the floor trash is scattered around and the place is in a general state of disarray

"Oh god, Sam's been burgled"

"Humm?" A voice asks from the open bedroom door where a hungover Sam stands completely naked leant on the doorframe

"Afternoon," I said

"Ahh, that explains the light," he says rubbing his eyes "and the children screaming"

"It is Halloween sam, kids are trick or treating"

"Ohh, that explains it"

"What happened in here? Looks like they ransacked the place" I sighed trying to make my way across the flat

"They?"

"The burglar"

"...I haven't had a burglary?"

"so...You live like this?" I asked

"Yeah" he shrugged

"You worry me Sam you do" I sighed

"Y/n?"

"Yes, Sam?"

"Quick question, is it cold in here or is it just me?"

"I mean you're not wearing any clothes so…"

"Oh, you could have mentioned I was naked"

"I assumed you knew"

"I wonder if that's why the lady across the way screamed when I opened my blinds?"

"I imagine so yes." I said as he headed into his room I assume for pants "You know it's probably shit like this that's the reason you've lost seven relationships in the last two months"

"No! Priya's parents forced her to fly home that wasn't my fault" he says emerging with… I believe a hand towel around his hips

"That it?"

"It's all I have clean"

"You don't even have a bath towel clean?"

"I have A bath towel, but I've been using it... for cleaning up"

"I don't wanna know, Didn't they force her to fly home because they found out you two were dating?"

"...yes. but that's not my fault"

"What about Lillian?"

"Lillian isn't my fault either"

"You killed her hamster"

"I was doing as instructed I gave him treats"

"Yes you have him a whole bag of treats which he tried to stuff in his cheeks and he choked to death"

"They should put on the labels how many you meant to feed them"

"They do. You ignored it. What happened with Sarah then?"

"Oh she broke up with me"

"Why?"

"...we fought"

"Over"

"If a hot dog is a sandwich"

"Really?"

"I am passionate about things"

"And?"

"And what?"

"Is a hot dog a sandwich Sam?"

'it's a taco"

"... yeah I guess,

"Now you wanna put some pants on while I tidy up before the trick-or-treaters come round?"

"Ahhh yeah good idea" He nods "How clean are we talking?"

"Use the clothes in the back of your you're wardrobe or the new clothes you bought when we went to Disney as I imagine you still haven't unpacked that suitcase"

"Ohhh yeah" He nods going to his room to get himself sorted I did my best to clean up the place but I was struggling to find the bags of Halloween candy I dropped off not two days ago. "Am I suitable?" He asked as he emerged in his jeans, hocus pocus shirt and orange plaid button-down

"Good enough" I chuckled "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"What happened to the big bag of lollipops I dropped off?"

"Ooh uhh must be around here somewhere" He says

"What about the bag of fun-sized chocolate?"

"uh"

"Sam, have you eaten all the Halloween candy?"

"...Maybe"

"What are you gonna give to trick-or-treaters then? you're dirty laundry?"

"I don't know"

"You called me over to help out with them, why would you call me if you ate all the candy?"

"I was kinda hoping we could just turn the porch light off lock the door and pretend we're not home"

"Then why did you call me?"

"I thought maybe we could cosy up and watch a spooky movie together?"

"Is this your weak attempt at asking for a date tonight?"

"Kinda,"

"Alright, You're paying for take away"

"Deal" he smirked 

[chososheart]

Can you please do mean stoner brat tamer Eren x popular brat bully reader?

this took so long, hope you don’t mind :))

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She’s Clueless! - Eren x Reader

(one shot)

Pairing: Eren Yeager x F! Reader

Content: college au!, unestablished relationship, bimbo! mean girl! reader, stoner! loner! eren, enemies to lovers ig

CW: NSFW, smut, dub-con (both characters involved are sober, consenting adults. I’m adding it cus a safe word isn’t used, plus they’re kinda strangers) vaginal fingering, oral sex (m), and (f) gagging, dacryfilia, penetration (f), spanking, degradation kink, humiliation kink, creampie, slight bimbofication, slight impact play, semi-public sex.

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The sun shined as if it was still early in the morning, though it was some time after 2:00 PM.

You walked through the semi indoor hallways of your college campus. Your heels, 'click' and 'clack' under you as you inhale the earthy, fresh air from the trees and bushes nearby.

With each step you take, you give small waves and smiles to the people who passed by, some of them would even stop you to say their 'hello’s'. Which you don’t mind, I mean, more time away from class and people around you would instantly put you on a pedestal. It’s a win, win, right?

Yes and no. Most times it is, but today? Nope. Not one of those days.

Everything was going fine, you made small talk with a girl in one of the classes you hardly attend. You stirred the cup in your hand, making the coffee in it, swirl like a tornado. You pretended to give a shit about what she did last Sunday and—wait—how does this concern you?

You kept nodding at her, trying your best to make it seem like you care, but your head was completely empty. Thinking about nothing more than getting out of there. Even class might seem more interesting than this.

Ding, Ding, Ding

thank god

You opened your handbag and scavenged through it. You held your phone against your chest while giving her your best apologetic eyes, slowly backing away from her. “I’m so sorry, I have to take this. Talk to me later, yeah?”

“Oh.” Her eyes are a bit wide from your interruption. They soften when she sees you clutch your phone. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it!”

“Thank you.” You smile at her and give her shoulder a light squeeze as you walk straight past her.

You look down at your phone to see who was the glorious being who literally saved you from that walking radio but right as you were unlocking your phone, your eyes widen from feeling it slip from your fingertips and smash onto the floor. But that wasn't the worst part. You let a high-pitched scream, escape when you feel a cold, sticky substance splash against you.

You touch the drenched fabric that stuck to your chest and looked at whoever bumped—lowkey smashed—into you.

Eren Yeager.

You’re fuming. Of course, this washed-up, wanna-be, stoner ruined your clothes. He probably did it on purpose too!

And what makes it worse, is that he’s just standing there! No ‘oh, so sorry for ruining your day’ or anything. He just stood there. Annoyingly, cold expression on his face—as always btw— with his hands tucked in his jeans, and his oversized, layered flannel under that stupid vintage jacket he always wears. His hair, thrown in a messy man-bun, and his neck, covered in necklaces.

He’s a weirdo, a loser. No shit he’s always alone when this is how he reacts to potentially giving you 3rd-degree burns had your coffee been hot today.

“Fucking idiot! Look at what you did!” You pinch the fabric of your ruined top and show the brown stain he’s made.

He, again, did nothing. He just stared at you with those annoyingly perfect green eyes of his, silently asking, ‘are you done?’.

“Ugh!” You stomp your foot against the ground. “You’re paying for this shit.”

To that, he laughed. “What? Daddy’s little business not doing well? Can't buy yourself another mediocre shirt?”

You gasp. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you ne-” You whip your head in the direction of the steps that were approaching you.

A few students had heard the commotion and were now walking up to you and Eren; probably to check up on how you were, of course.

When you look back Eren, you’re a new person. No, literally. You flash him your best smile. “Oh, this?” You look down at your shirt. “It’s fine, thank you for your concern! I’ll just buy a new one, it’s no biggie.”

Your new persona has Eren livid. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, actually, this is the exact reason why he can’t stand you.

You’re always like this. Whispering shit about him whenever you thought he wasn’t watching, or when you were sure he was. But when you were forced to talk to him, you’re suddenly an angel sent from above. And you’re not only like this to him, no, to everyone.

But he’s different. He can see past your two-faced persona and see the cold, shiny plastic you are. And that’s what you hated about him. Sure, that, and the way he behaves in general. He’s just…weird.

He has let this shitty behavior of yours slip, way too many times now. Enough is enough.

“No, really. I insist. Let me help you.” And before you could respond, he’s taking hold of your wrist and yanking you in the first door he could see, which was the janitor’s closet.

Yay!

“What do you think you’re doing!” You squealed after he pulled you in the closet.

He turned around and locked the door. When he looked at you, he had that same look in his eyes.

“You’re paying for this shit!” With a confident stride running through you, you take a step closer to him and slap that glare off his face.

As his face practically flew to the other side of the room, everything about him changed. His eyes, which were disinterested at first, were now widened and irritated. His right cheek was a stinging, red mess. And his entire aura had changed.

Because now you feel like maybe you crossed a line. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that, I mean, was it really necessary?

You take a step back once he straightens out his face and looks at you. You felt small under his gaze. With each step backward you took, he took one forward. Like he was some sort of wild animal you had accidentally come across and you’re trying to defuse the situation by calmly walking away from it.

But it isn’t working. Have your widened, doe eyes not shown that it was a simple mistake? That you don’t genuinely hate him, for him to have this attitude towards you?

You had expected him to be some sort of masochist and eventually throw you a smirk. You never thought he would take it this seriously.

And with your last step backward, you feel a cold, harsh surface on your trembling skin. You gasp at the realization that you have nowhere else to go.

Once he stood in front of you, you raised a hand to slap him out of instinct. Eren took a step back and dodged it. He grabbed that hand by the wrist and held it above your head. Through your other hand is still free, you know better than pissing him off more.

His face was centimeters away from yours when he spoke his first words. “What were you saying?” He looked so deeply into your frightened eyes, you felt caged in his gaze. Wanting to get out, you calm your nerves by taking a deep breath—so deep—it raises your chest as your lungs get filled with the cold air of the room.

Eren looked down at what had rubbed against his chest and when he saw what it was, his eyes widened as a breath of his scaped through his parted lips.

Only now has Eren noticed that the spilled coffee on your white shirt has made it completely transparent. He could see everything. Your plush breasts, squeezed together by a black, lace bra as clear as day.

He snapped out of it and looked at you. “You’re shallow.”

He continued staring into your confused eyes until he broke eye contact when his eyes betrayed him by falling on your breasts again.

When his consciousness caught up to where his eyes laid, he shut them with a hard swallow. “And manipulative.”

He looked again.

And with that third look, you understood what was happening. You have the upper hand. As hard as he tries to make it seem like he’s in control, your pure existence says otherwise.

“Oh, yeah?” you whisper out, head leaning to the side and eyes locked on his glazed lips.

“Yeah.” He breathed out.

You take a deep breath and through your exhale you boldly stick your chest out. Your lower back curves as your chest was joined with his again.

He groaned when he felt your breasts squish in between your body and his. It was all he could look at.

When you see that your body took the words out of his mouth, you laugh. At first, it was a breathy laugh until it grew into a bigger, mocking laugh. One he knew too well.

“Shut the fuck up.” His eyes found yours with lightning speed as he tightened the grip on your wrist.

His warm, almost suffocating hold on one of the most delicate parts of your body, made you feel the heat that emitted from his hands, somewhere else. Holding back a moan, you say, “or what?” You look down at his lips, secretly begging for him to lose his pride the way you have lost yours.

But Eren did nothing. He just stood there, blinking back thoughts as he looked at the ground. You thought that maybe nothing would happen; until you felt something poke at your thigh.

You scoff.

Why’d he act all tough and then back away, when you obviously wanted him? Since his ego seems to get the best of him, with your free hand, you place his on your breast.

Eren’s body tensed as his eyes grew as wide as the moon when it's at its fullest state. Mouth, as dry as a desert that hasn’t seen a drop of water in years. His head, filled with how badly he wanted to hold every part of your body; with how he wanted to fill you up as much as the thoughts of you, filled his head.

You roll your eyes and place his hand that hung by his side, on your other breast. You felt a hot feeling, rush through your body and pool on your panties when he boldly squeezed. Your cheeks were so hot, they itched.

You lick your lips and look at him. His eyes were glued on your breasts, nothing you did took them away from them. Even with every little squirm or moan, his eyes never abandoned them.

“What were you saying?” You tilt your head.

He kept quiet and let his heavy breathing speak for him.

“Not so tough now, huh?” You laugh.

“Shut up.” He squeezed on your breasts harder and pulled a moan from you.

The sticky, brown-tinted fabric of your top that hugged your breasts, allowed a better view of how they looked under Eren’s touch. But he needed the real thing. He needed this off of you. Now.

He peeled your shirt off and threw it behind him. He looks you in the eyes and waits for you to nod before freeing your breasts off your bra.

When the cold atmosphere hit your nipples, they perked.

“Fucking slut. Probably dripping wet.”

“You can check.”

He trailed his hand down your stomach, lifted your skirt, shoving your lace thong to the side as his fingers met with your wet folds.

Eren, treating you like this, and wrapped around your fingers has your head spinning. And though you want this just as much as he does, you can’t help but mess with him. “Why so quiet? Where’s that tough act now?” You snicker.

A deep groan rumbled from his throat as he shut his eyes. But that simple comment made up his mind. If you wanted to act like a fucking brat, you were going to be treated as one.

He snapped your panties back in place and let go of the hold he had on your breasts. He gripped on your hair and forced you down on your knees.

“If I shove my dick down your throat, will you shut the fuck up?” He pushed your face against his jeans, rubbing the prominent bulge of his pants on your face. “Is that what you want? Huh?”

You look up at him and nod, your throat gone too dry to reply to him.

“Do it then.”

You practically jump to unbuckle his belt. You could feel bruises forming on the sensitive skin of your knees that met with the harsh, cold stone under them.

The satisfying sound of the buckle of his belt, clinking, filled the air as you slid his jeans down and let them pool around his ankles.

You take a hold on the outline of his cock, giving him a quick squeeze before rubbing up and down on and suppressing a moan.

Eren knew what game you were playing and wasn’t going to let you win. He whipped his dick out and tapped his tip on your lips.

“Open.”

You slowly do so while sticking your tongue out. And he wasted no time in shoving it in your mouth as far as he could, which makes you gag around him.

“What? You use that mouth of yours so well to make my life a living hell, don’t tell me you’re no good for sucking dick.” He stilled his movement and let you adjust to his size.

After pulling him back a bit, you start sucking. You gather as much saliva to the front of your mouth and spit it on his cock. You spread it all over him. Hands, moving up and down as you lock your eyes with his. You chuckled every time you saw him struggle to suppress a groan.

You hollow your cheeks and suck on him, let him out of your mouth to lick on the tip of his head; only to have him groan and push your head down his cock. Eren takes a firm hold on the back of your head and carefully pulls you further in at first. He gives you slow and soft thrusts as he tries to angle your head just right to fuck your throat. When he finds that perfect angle, he takes no mercy on your poor throat as he uses it in the way he desires.

Eren looks down at you, taking him so well, gagging on him as he fucks your tight throat. He thinks he likes you like this. But when he sees you reaching down a hand to circle on your clit, he pulls you away.

“Think I’m gonna let you cum this easily?” He laughs. “You’re dumber than you look.”

He looks around the room, from left to right. You sit back on your calves and look up at him, confused as to why he moved towards the janitor's cart.

He rolls it closer to him and takes a few spray bottles away from the top of the cart. He throws them on the ground. He then looks inside the yellow trash bin that’s hanging by the side of it. When he sees it’s empty, he makes up his mind.

“Get up.”

You obey and stand. Your knees ache because of the harsh ground that was against them, and your calves cramp from sitting on them for so long.

With each step, your legs tremble a bit. Eren furrowed his brows, almost annoyed at your body for reacting to his harshness. “Can’t walk already?” Face filled with irritation, being covered by his obnoxiously teasing tone.

Though his words make your cheeks burn from embarrassment, you still think of something to snap back at him, but before you could do so, he reached for your wrist and pulled you to him. A few steps later you were pushed against his chest.

You look at him, your eyes wide and filled with surprise. His eyes were dark and dull, but dreamy. Too easy to get lost in. Why did you ever make fun of him? His lips were plum. A bit red from arousal, but glistening from him licking them.

“Turn around.”

You push yourself off him and turn. His breathing was so heavy, you felt almost suffocated by it. Warm air, hitting your exposed skin, making shivers run down your spine as your body hairs prickled. The heat of his body felt as if it was being absorbed into yours. His energy, different from every guy you’ve been with; different from the one he had when you entered this room. Something about him made it easy for you to submit to him, even though you’re not the type to. Something about how roughly he treats you, how he doesn’t care about your status has your legs trembling as your cunt aches, wanting, begging to be filled by him.

Eren grabbed your shoulders and moved you sideways until you were directly in front of the cart. He pushed your upper body towards it, making your ass stick out and press against him. You moan and push yourself harder on him, drawing small circles on him as you swirl your hips. He pins your arms behind your back and pushes you forward.

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

The cart was too tall for you to be in the position he wanted you to be. Since he couldn’t get you to lay on it, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you on top of it. Your stomach and chest laid on the cool surface, as your ass stuck out for him, your legs dangling off the cart.

“Damn skirt is so short I don’t even gotta lift it up. Tell me, you wore this for me?” Harsh slap on your ass. “Mhm? Wear this for me to fuck you like this? Fucking slut.”

His words, going south. Making you flutter around nothing as he rubbed his tip on your clothed cunt.

Eren massaged his heavy palm on the aching spot on your ass and squeezed it. He sets your panties to the side and rubs on your slit, up and down with his thumb.

You swing your feet and arch your ass as you moan for him.

“Impatient little thing.” He circles on your clit for a bit before forcing a finger in. Slick, making it slide easy. A groan bubbled up in his throat as he stuck another finger in. He pumps his fingers into you and drops down on his knees. He licks on your clit and forces his head as close to you as possible.

“Eren, I need you,” you whine out.

He pulls his head away. “Need what?”

“You, need you.”

He huffs as he stands up. Eren spreads your ass and rubs his thumb on the curve of where your ass connects to your legs and brushes his dick up and down your entrance. He teases his tip through your folds and forces a moan out of you when he pushes his tip, in.

He chuckled. “Soaked for me, huh?”

Heat rushed to your face as you laid your hot cheek on the cool surface of the cart.

He kept taunting you by fucking his tip into you, laughing, when you squirmed under him. He felt on top of the world as he saw the picture that clouded his thoughts late at night, right in front of him.

When you finally moaned from just his tip, that’s when he pushed all of him into you with one thrust. Bottoming out as you’re stretched to the max.

He was so big, so wide, so long. His tip rested on your cervix as your walls squeezed him in. You were unsure of how he would move with how much of a tight fit he was, the mere thought had your head spinning. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve ever had. You’ve never felt fuller in your life.

Eren, though he doesn’t like you one bit, can admit he has never felt another girl in the way he’s feeling you. Your walls pulsate around him, milking him of what’s yet to come, as your slick gathers around your smooth walls and ultimately covers him with it.

“You got one good quality, huh?” he says through shut eyes.

He rests his hands on your ass and pushes out. Your pussy, suctioning his movement and making him lean toward you with shut eyes.

Nothing would be more embarrassing than if he came with hardly one thrust. You would never let him live it down. He needs to get his shit together.

Eren separates himself from the moment. He mentally puts himself somewhere else because holy fuck he doesn’t think he can fully enjoy you without cumming.

He thrusts back in and refuses to look at your body or allow himself to groan. His eyes were tightly shut, as were yours, but not for the same reason.

Eren kept thrusting, slowly filling the air with splotchy sounds of wet skin against skin. Each thrust was so harsh, so deep, your body was pushed forward every time his pelvis met with your hips. His cock didn’t kiss your cervix, no, it smashed against it. Definitely bruising it. You felt like you were being stabbed.

You reach a shaky hand under your stomach and find your clit. When you circle it, it eases the ache of his stretch on your walls and the assault on your cervix. Makes you feel good, too good.

Eren continues to fuck into you, you could feel his thrust from your hand on your clit because of how thick he was. His size makes your head spin with haze. He slid in and out of your plush walls with more ease each time. You were dripping wet, feeling sorry for whoever has to clean up the mess you’re making on the poor janitor’s cart.

“Fuck—you’re useful for once, huh?” He pants as he opens his eyes.

You squeeze your eyes shut with a whimper leaving through your lips.

“Huh?” He slaps your ass, you respond with a moan. And right when he was about to spank you again. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” Tears prickling on your pretty eyelashes.

“This is all you’re good for.” He spanks you again, again and again. Each time your ass jiggled with each sharp thrust of his, he just had to slap it back into place. Your skin, stinging from his harshness but pussy squeezing him impossibly tighter with want; with lust. You love this. You needed this. You craved this.

Eren removes his hands from your ass and places them on the ledge of the cart. Now pulling himself into you, wanting to reach into the deepest parts of you that no one has ever done before.

The tears that pricked at your eyelashes earlier have now made their path known as they mark your tingly cheeks. Delicate sobs drip from your plump lips just as fast as each tear, drops.

“You gonna cum? Hm?” Eren takes a hold of your nape and forces your head down on the cold surface of the cart. Your head fogs on the contrast between your burning cheek being joined with the cold surface.

“Yes!” You know he won’t give it to you so easily. “Please let me cum, Eren. Please, please, please.” You were a mess. Babbling things you know you won’t remember after this. And the chain of pleads only stopped when you felt his thick, firm fingers rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“Think you’ve been good, huh?”

“Yes! I’ll do anything, please.” Your mascara racing down your cheeks leaves a bitter taste in your mouth once it reaches it.

“Stop—making my life a living hell.” He grips on your ass cheeks and moves you at the pace of his thrusts. "And—I’ll even consider doing this a couple of times—per week.” He panted, close himself.

You moan, “fuck, okay, yes. Please.” You tighten yourself around him. Which caught Eren completely off guard, as he was on edge.

Through a hiss and a tight squeeze on your ass, he groaned, “holy fuck, take it. Fucking take it.”

He slams into you deeper and circles on your clit faster until you feel the coil that had been building up in your belly, explode. Explode into a million pieces. Explode in a way that has never happened before. In a way, no one has been able to archive. You felt it all. That build, erupting from your clit and making your entire body feel euphoric off your high. Your nipples perked, dangling legs trembling, pussy spasming and milking him in a way he has never felt before.

Eren came to you a few strokes after your high. He’s surprised he lasted as long as he did. But the second your plush walls squeezed him in, almost trapping his soul too, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. With a final thrust, he came deep inside you. Emptying himself in your belly after his whole body contracted.

He pulled out with a hiss. And held himself above you by leaning on top of you. Each arm caging you in, cum drooling out of you, and hypersensitive body trembling under him. You were both there, exhausted, sharing the moment as the air filled with heavy pants.

Eren was the first one to speak. “We should go to class.” He moved away from you and snapped your panties back into place.

“Yeah.” You push yourself off the cart. Your feet meet the floor with a thud.

Eren dresses back up. His belt clinked as he moved to fix his clothes.

When you turned to face him, Eren’s eyes dropped down to your chest before meeting with your eyes, just like he had done earlier. Except now, he felt a pang of guilt.

You lean your head to the side, confused as to why he was staring when you were just finished.

You received your answers when he took his flannel off.

“Sorry about your shirt.” He hands you his flannel. You hesitate to put it on, but when you did, you felt guilty for ever treating him badly. Maybe he didn’t deserve it.

Eren stared at you longer than he should have once his clothes covered your body.

He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He looks at the ground for a bit before turning around and opening the door to exit. He turns his head and looks at you up and down before speaking.

“Um, Later.”

And with that, he left you there, in his flannel that smelled like him.

Musk and weed.

You stay in the closet for longer than necessary; wondering what it is about him that has your heart stammering.

Whatever.

You adjust and dust your skirt, before walking out of the room.

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[real-jane]

my city, my partner

[bucky barnes x shield!reader]

summary: you’ve been in love with scotland since you visited in high school, and in love with your partner for three years. when life becomes too much, bucky conspires to get you back to edinburgh.

words: 3.4k

warnings: none. mutual idiots pining, no use of y/n.

a/n: edinburgh is *my* favorite place in the whole world. thanks to @thornsnvultures for the prompt idea! her original suggestion was: Maybe a good ol fashioned "only one bed" trope? Ooh, or, Bucky surprises you with a weekend getaway to your dream destination cause he knows how hard you've been working and wants to treat you to something nice 🥺

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The corner of your phone makes contact with the linoleum tile and the screen shatters into a web-like pattern, which would be almost impressive if you weren’t trying to get ahold of your partner. Your smart watch taunts you from your wrist–drained of charge, and useless. God, nothing about this day could get worse. Not after ripping a hole in the thigh of your jeans before nine a.m, right after smacking yourself in the nose with a cabinet door, after the hot water in your unit went out mid-shower, after getting your feet twisted in your sheets and falling out of bed, following a night full of dreams which had you wondering if you were losing it.

Oh, certainly one of the worst days you’ve ever had.

For many reasons, not the least of which was standing in the rain, with a broken phone and soaked shoes, waiting for a cab. You have an old phone in your desk at home, to tide you over until you can get to the compound for a ‘full optimization’ of your device (aka begging Darlene in spec tech to believe you broke this one by accident). Your shoes will have to be tossed.

An hour later, you trudge into your modest apartment, soaked to the bone, and scream–

“Buck–WHAT THE HELL?” You jump back, knocking your hip into the doorknob, as your partner of two years flicks on the light in your living room. He chuckles, but he stands with a pitying look on his face.

“Sorry!” he winces. You thrust your wet coat into his hands in retaliation, and scoff.

“I hate when you do that!” 

“Your phone is dead.” He gingerly throws your coat over the hook on the back of the door. “We gotta go. Wheels up in an hour–”

“Shit… I’ve had the worst day, and you’re gonna drag me on assignment before I can even sit down.” 

He rubs your arm. “No rest on your day off, huh?”

“No. My fucking phone is broken. I was trying to call you, so it’s your fault.”

“Oh, one hundred percent. Everything I do in life is for the sole purpose of inconveniencing you. Shall I pack your bag, or–” Bucky is in your bedroom before you can stop him, drawers thrown open– “This is gonna be a long one. Probably need all this, doll. Ooh–I knew you were a lace girl–”

“Hands off the knickers, Sergeant Inconvenience.” You slam your underwear drawer shut and shove yourself between him and the dresser. He does not move to accommodate you, which means you’re bracketed against a wall of muscle. He’s trimmed down since he started his work with Ops, but he’s still just as imposing. The grin? Not so much. 

“Pick up the pace, we gotta get rolling!” Bucky insists, hands on his hips.

“Where are we going?”

“Can’t tell ya. Forecast says rain, so–”

“Wear the good boots. I know. I will never escape the fucking rain,” you sigh. You thump him on the shoulder. “You have horrible timing. I had a date with a glass of wine. I’m so exhausted! My pants are ripped–don’t you fuckin’ look!” You shove him squarely and he pretends to be moved, even as his eyes flicker downward like he’s searching for the rip in question. He sits at the end of your bed. 

“You’re violent today.”

“I’m gonna stab you.”

“Proving my point,” he smirks. “‘M sorry, doll. It’s a big job, or I’d be happy to let you wallow in a cheap cabernet.” 

“You owe me.”

“At least your day ends with me?” he asks, with the innocent smile which got you very, very much into trouble on the night you met, some three years prior. 

If he remembers that night, he has never let on, and you’re grateful he has moved past it. You, however, have been gone for him ever since. It didn’t help when you were officially assigned into partnership when he stepped away from Avengers missions, because now you see him every day. Sometimes those feelings bubble up again like they’ve been simmering on the backburner, and one smile makes the pot boil over. On the days you’re most lucky, he’s your partner. The person you work best with (no matter how much you bicker), the one you’d take a bullet for, the one who’s always on your comm frequency… Who you happen to remember pressing you to the door of the single-stall bathroom in a dive bar, before he ever knew you work for SHIELD, fucking you better with his pants on than any man ever had in the nude. 

Sitting on your bed, rushing you to prepare for a mission, the line blurs. 

Your day often ends with him. Whether or not he’s there. Heaven forbid he ever find out about your pathetic obsession, or the way your fingers travel over your soft skin in the unsatisfying facsimile of his, thinking about how he might hold you again. 

You shake your head. “What’s the job?”

“Deep cover. Surveillance, extraction if necessary.”

“What’s our story?”

“Tourists. I have more money than one man should reasonably have, and you��”

“I like that about you, I get it. Are we married?”

“Would you like to be?”

You toss a sweatshirt at his head and turn away so he doesn’t detect the cold sweat on your face. “It’s always more believable, and I’m not playing the ‘we met on the airplane’ scenario again—I think you scarred the concierge for life!”

“What—that’s the most fun cover! I could tell that story a hundred times.”

“Nat would murder you if she knew you tell her business on assignment.”

“Well, I haven’t checked into the Mile High Club with you, so—“

“How did she ever date you?”

“Wasn’t like that. We blew off some steam until she realized she wanted a blond.” Natasha’s relationship with Steve is a trophy Bucky carries. He has no hard feelings about it. He loves them both so much that the partnership feels like his greatest achievement.

“Do I have time to shower?” you sigh.

“If you do it at light speed. You shower, I’ll pack for you. Promise I’ll take it seriously.”

“Fine. My bag is under the bed. Don’t linger in my intimates, you perv.”

–

You’re usually happy to take his bike but the rain is still relentless, so it’s a soggy ride. By the time you embark the walkway of the quinjet, you’re pissed off, so tired you can hardly keep your eyes open, and annoyed with your unfairly sexy companion–who is far too chipper for his own good. He pushes you into the copilot seat and then does his pre-flight check alone, though it would take half as long if you helped. In the console between the seats, there are two cups… both of them still hot. Both of them have your name written on the side in marker.

“Bucky?” you call.

“Didn’t know if you’d want caffeine this late!” he replies from the bottom of the ladder into the belly of the hold.

Your heart squeezes. The ‘thank you’ is lost in your throat as you cradle the hot cocoa in your hands, thinking better of the coffee–which, sure enough, has all the markings of your usual ‘high maintenance’ (Bucky’s words) coffee order. By the time he finishes up and takes his seat beside you, your anger has melted. He smirks at your posture, with your feet pulled up under you in your good boots, and your sleeves tugged over your knuckles, with your cocoa against your chest.

He points at the untouched coffee with an eyebrow raised. You nod. “Thanks, doll.” He takes a grateful sip and closes his eyes reverently. “Shit. Now I see why you drink that every day.”

“I have good taste,” you say. 

His smile in agreement is so warm that you feel it in your toes. “It’s hotel coffee for us, for a while.”

“Wait–maybe I do want that one.”

He pauses with the cup centimeters from his mouth and laughs. Without a second thought, he hands the cup over, trading you for the cocoa. It’s impossible to miss the wink when he drinks from the hot chocolate, but you are transfixed watching his lips where yours just were. 

“You can sleep,” he offers, throwing the switches to make the aircraft rumble to life. “I don’t expect anything exciting over the Atlantic.”

“So… Europe?”

“You’ll see.” He gets the go-ahead from the tower to take off, so you both put on the headsets which allow you to communicate in the air. 

“I’ll stay up for a while,” you say.

“Don’t stay up on my account. I’ve had one sip of coffee, so I’m wide awake.” 

You punch his shoulder, and his laugh filters through your earpieces in surround-sound. 

—

Despite the caffeine, you last twenty minutes before your eyelids droop too heavily to stay open. When you wake up again, it’s because the jet wheels meet the runway. The airport is small, likely a military base as is customary for SHIELD flights in foreign airspace. You glance at Bucky as you rub your eyes. He’s tired, but he’s steady as ever, pulling into the hangar indicated by the runway attendant’s waving orange night sticks. 

“Welcome back,” he chuckles, realizing you’re staring at him with sleepy wonderment. Your cheeks get hot.

“Where are we?”

“Outside Edinburgh.”

“Oh. If I knew we were going to Scotland, I would’ve been far more cooperative!” You sit up straight and try to catch any glimpse of the country you’ve loved since you visited on a school trip ages ago, but it’s difficult in the darkness to see anything. “Oh my god.” Your fingers find your mouth. “I’m sorry. I will be totally cool once we’re out there, but I can’t believe we’re here.”

“Haven’t played anything cool a day in your life,” Bucky snickers, tapping on your headset. You rip it off your head and hand it over. 

“Shut up, Barnes.”

“Go change. I’ll meet you outside once I’ve got us squared away with customs.” He lets you stand first, and holds your elbow when you stumble trying to side-step around the console. You slide your arm through his fingers until they’re clasped around yours and squeeze his hand.

The clothing you have available is truly… the bulk of your own dresser. Bucky wasn’t kidding–he packed almost everything you own. You choose an outfit which says ‘I married my husband for his money,’ and give yourself a once-over in the small mirror inside your locker. By the time you make your way down the walkway, Bucky is waiting. He has changed, too–into a dark peacoat, a perennial favorite of yours, and dark slacks, with shoes so shiny they reflect the bright hangar lights off the toes. He isn’t dressed expensively per se, but he is beautiful. He notices you there and stops for a second.

“Let it be known, I married you for your looks,” he says. You wrinkle your nose at him. “We’ve got a car over here.” 

Bucky gestures to the far end of the hangar. You move where he indicates, but he pulls you back to walk in step with him, easing your hand into the crook of his elbow. He does it so seamlessly, it feels like something he does to you all the time. His hand stays, pressed over your fingers, leaving your bag to dangle from your arm. Even if it is a cover, you can’t help but lean into him. It may be a temporary oasis from the reality of your relationship, but it doesn’t mean you can’t savor every second. He realizes you’re lugging your bag, and he eases it off your arm to slip the strap over his shoulder. Then, he covers your hand again.

–

Bucky pulls the car into a small lot behind a series of row houses in Old Town; the sight of the streetlights making your favorite city glow distracts you from the fact that this is an assignment. Even the smog-stains at the top of the buildings are charming. This is your city. You left your heart here, once. You’re more than eager to get out of the car as Bucky parks.

“What are we doing here?” you ask, peering up at the ornate building. 

“I’ll explain inside. This is a primary location for us to scout.” He grabs your bag from the trunk. 

“Do I need that?”

“Yes.”

You narrow your eyes at his back but you still follow him up an alley staircase and through a door which he miraculously has a key to. Inside, you ascend up another set of stairs, to the top floor, and then through the only door, there. Whatever number of units this building has, the top floor seems to have just one, and it is…

“Oh.” Your mouth drops open. The flat is revealed to you as lights flick on down the hallway. It’s a gorgeous historic apartment with all the right touches of modernity, while still retaining its charm. 

“Coming?” His voice comes from somewhere down the hall. You shut and lock the front door, and shuffle your way towards the direction of his voice, until you find him in the last room. It’s a small bedroom with a stone fireplace and a large, plush bed. Bucky is in the process of loading the dresser with your clothing when you enter.

“What’s going on?” you breathe. 

He straightens. He has removed his coat, revealing a white button-down shirt, which he has left unbuttoned at the collar, and he has a sheepish smile on his face. “So, uh. I haven’t been honest.”

All you can do is blink at him. Bucky dodges around the foot of the bed and eases your coat from your shoulders. He tosses it on his own, on the bed. Then, he grasps your wrist and tugs you to the window.

“In the morning, you’ll have a view of the castle right there,” he says softly. He stands behind you, hands on your shoulders. “And I’m told there’s a cafe downstairs which serves coffee they roast themselves, and crepes stuffed with all manner of fruits.”

“Bucky–”

“This flat is yours,” he says. “For ten days. And if you want to do nothing but sleep, you can do that. This is your time. I had sort of hoped I could stay, but if I’ve misread things, I’ll skip my ass off to London until you’re rejuvenated.” 

You turn around. “This isn’t a job…” 

Bucky shakes his head. “I knew you’d never give yourself permission to take time off, but you’ve been so exhausted, doll… it’s killing me to watch you push yourself to your breaking point. I don’t get any joy outta watching you suffer. I’m a lot happier when you’re happy. That’s kinda everything to me. And there’s no need to operate undercover–not that I mind pretending I’m married to you. Happy to dote on you like a spouse if that makes it more fun.”

"So, this cover idea..."

"Just wanted to look nice for ya." He rubs your arms.

You take in a slow breath. “This is a big thing to do for a person,” you peep. “Might make a girl think some things.”

“I bring you coffee every day, doll. I have taken two bullets on recent missions because I’ve been so worried about keeping you from being shot. When I close my eyes at night, the only thing I dream about is you.” He brushes your chin. “And if you think for one second you haven’t been imprinted in my skin since the bar, you’re nuts.”

“But you don’t… you’re professional!” You’re so overwhelmed by his proximity that you can’t process what he’s saying. “I thought you forgot! You don’t touch me. You’re always talking to Sam about his dates–”

Bucky levels his eyes with yours. “I haven’t been with anyone else since you. But you acted like it never happened, doll… I was not about to tease you about something which meant so much to me, even if it happened in haste, or push you into more familiarity than you wanted.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit. “I’m–do you not see how much I love you?” It comes out like you’ve been waiting to tell him for a century: pained, but relieved to finally have the truth out in the open.

Bucky folds so he can pull you into his arms, crushing you to his chest. “Being your partner is the best thing that ever happened to me,” he murmurs against your temple. “I hoped you felt that way. Is this okay? Is it too much–”

“You gave me my city,” you say in astonishment. “Oh my god. Bucky… wait–is there another bedroom in this flat?”

“No.”

“What would you have done if I didn’t want you here? Slept on the floor?”

He pulls away so he can see your face, and his expression is one of delight. “Are you asking me to sleep with you, sweetheart?”

“There’s one bed, and I’m a nice person.” You giggle when he is temporarily offended at the thought that you’d actually make him sleep on the ground. “Besides, if you do fuck off to London as you suggested, I’ll be all alone, and I want you to know I’m weak for a man in a kilt, and this city is choc full of them–”

“I’ll have you know I am Scottish, on my father’s side, so.”

“We should get you a kilt.”

He nods in agreement, and his eyes keep flickering down to your lips. “Are you still upset I ripped you away from your cabernet?”

“They sell wine in Scotland.”

“I know.” Bucky takes a few steps backwards, but keeps hold of your hands so you’ll follow him. He leads you into the sitting room, to the sofa, and gestures for you to sit. He makes a show of jogging over to the switch on the wall beside another fireplace and flicks it upwards. The fire roars to life behind the thick glass. Your laugh gives him another burst of energy, he’s almost dancing into the adjoining kitchen. Glass tinkles, a drawer opens and shuts, and he returns with a bottle of something red. 

“Hey, did you bring any clothes?” you giggle, as he accidentally dribbles a few droplets of the wine onto the cuff of his sleeve while opening the bottle with the churchkey.

“Ellis dropped off my bag this morning, it’s in the closet.”

“I can’t believe you used SHIELD resources to trick me into vacation.” 

Bucky hands you a glass of wine and his cheeks redden. “Uh, well. Fury knows. I may have cashed in some of my vacation days on your behalf.”

You set your glass down on the coffee table carefully and launch yourself at his face, pressing him down into the couch. You’ve known for three years that he kisses like air is a secondary matter, but there is nothing like kissing him in thanks, now that he knows you love him. This isn’t just a thoughtful gesture, this is… nobody in your life has ever done something so kind for you. Until you met Bucky, you weren’t entirely sure you deserved it. But his tongue teases yours and thoughts of what you deserve flee from your mind.

“Got you a new phone, too,” he mumbles between territorial nips at your bottom lip.

“This gift-giving kink of yours is really sexy,” you pant. 

Bucky cradles your face in his hands and kisses you slowly, pulling every little sound from your throat he can. When your lips part, he smiles. “I’m in love with you, honey. I know it’s unprofessional, but I don’t give a shit. I’d give you Scotland if I could.”

“Get a kilt and I’ll be satisfied.” You lay your head on his chest. His heart is racing in time with yours.

“If it’s weird, we can still pretend like we’re not both excited to be sleeping in the same bed.” His voice rumbles under your ear.

“Oh, how ever will I survive in this completely fabricated scenario.” You put your hand to your forehead dramatically. “Oops, I forgot to pack real pajamas.”

“Awe rats! I sleep naked. We’re at an impasse.”

You rest your chin on his sternum and raise your eyebrows. “Whatever will we do?”

It takes two seconds for him to bracket an arm around your waist and swing his legs over the side of the sofa. Your feet do not touch the ground again. Your back, however, meets plush fabric, and Bucky kisses you like he has all the time in the world to make sure you know how much he wants you. He doesn’t have forever, but he has at least ten days.

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[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Heyy could you maybe write your version of the moment when Eddie gives Steve his vest:)? I feel like in the show it was too dudebro, maybe you could write it nicer📝💗

Omg yes (sorry I’m like really excited because you’re the first person to actually use my ask box lol) -

It was no secret that Steve got cold very easily. Before the upside down, and before the shit hit the fan Steve was well known to bitch at Bonfires about how cold he was. As the popular asshole he was, he always ended up stealing some other guys sweater and sometimes the girls he was seeing. Though once he started to mature and not care about popularity the more he started to worry more about others instead of himself. Instead of whining about being cold he sucked it up, or if he was freezing his ass off and seen that one of the kids were cold he would offer the coat he was wearing. The selfishness slowly turning into selflessness over the years.

Robin had caught on to this and of course shared her sweaters with him when he was cold, or whenever she could. But she was to preoccupied with Vecna to remember about her friend. Nancy also was aware of the boys thing with being cold, but was to preoccupied thinking about Jonathan and of course all the friends that she has lost over the years. Starting with Barbara. This had only left Eddie, who was very unaware about how much Steve had changed over the years. In his mind he still pictured all the times the other boy bullied him when they were younger. Of course they had never really spoken to each other and Eddie never really payed much mind to the other but he remembered how much Steve had changed while dating Nancy. Which was probably the only reason why he was trying to shove them together again. As tough as Eddie was, he wasn’t sure if he could handle getting bullied by someone or anyone for that matter when all this shit is over.

Steve had only been walking with the group for five minutes before he started to feel woozy and cold. But he forced himself to not bitch about it, as much as he wanted to. To be fair he probably could, considering he was shirtless with the acceptation of a few bandages. That and he saved all of their asses. Crossing his arms to rub them a bit to gain some feeling back into his arms he continues to walk pretending to be unbothered. With the girls walking ahead neither of them noticed his behavior but Eddie did.

Eddie had enough clothing to share with the other boy so he could keep warm. As much as he wanted to be a dick to the other he sort of felt bad for Harrington. Which was something he never thought he would be feeling. The boy had jumped into water in the middle of the night when the water is freezing to check for a gate. Then when he found it and came back up he was dragged back down and attacked by whatever the hell those things were. Plus the other had been walking for god knows how long without shoes, soaking wet in the cold. Eddie was honestly really surprised about how the other wasn’t complaining. Eddie knew he would be if that was him.

Eddie has a fight with himself before he throws himself around a bit knowing he lost as he whisper yells at Steve. He didn’t want the girls seeing him being nice to Harrington. That would only make him change his mind. “Ps- Harrington.” He whisper yells as Steve stops looking back a little startled as he raises his eyebrow a bit. “Oh don’t look at me like that, we both know that chest hair of yours is going to keep you warm.” He says trying to act touch as he tosses his Jean jacket over. The reaction he got was something he never thought he would see in King Steve.

“Oh no, I can’t. What if you get cold? Or one of the girls need it.” Steve furrows his eyebrows concerned and more worried about all of them then himself. Eddie stops walking for a second looking at the other like he had two heads. Maybe he could possibly get along with the other. He was obviously different though Munson couldn’t help but still be jealous by the other.

“Harrington, you're soaked with no shirt on, no shoes, and you're most likely bleeding out. The girls have more clothes than you, and it's not like they owe you one considering the number of times you've saved our asses.” Eddie chuckles before pulling his leather coat off to. “Here this will probably work better then that.” he says calmly moving to hand it to the other. Who just stares at him and doesn't take it.

“Come on Harrington, just take the damn jacket.” Eddie says with a huff. The girls seem to be catching up on what's going on.

Robin yells back to them, “Come on Steve, put the damn thing on. We all know how jealous you are about how leather coats are badass. You have the opportunity to wear it so take it.” She teases knowing the other boy had a obsession with stealing other peoples jackets.

“Oh? Really Harrington.” Eddie smirks looking at the other as he moves to help the other out. Or more like force the coat on him. “Well todays your lucky day.” He teases.

Steve blushes getting flustered as stumbles a bit, which Eddie is quick to grab his hip and pull him closer so he didn’t step on one of the vines. “Careful Harrington.” Eddie says seriously as he fix’s the coat on the other and still forcing him to wear the vest along with it. Then he’s stepping back as he grins wildly.

“Oh look at that! King Steve doesn’t look like a snobby bitch no more.” He jokes as Steve rolls his eyes before laughing softly. Still flustered and trying his best not to blush under the others attention.

“Oh shut up and let’s get moving Munson.” Steve says with a roll of his eyes but biting his lip from giving the other a shit ass grin as he walks along feeling somewhat cool. The coat was messing with his ego a lot. That and he was honestly flustered at the fact that another guy was giving him his coat. He now remembers why he liked complaining about being cold all the time.

(Ok but like I feel like there would be some chemistry between them now but I don’t think they would have anything serious yet in this scene so it’s just you know, some fluff. But in the bonus I’m writing it as it is lol)

*Bonus*

When the group returns and Dustin sees Steve wearing Eddie’s coat and leather jacket his mouth falls to the floor. Which both end up responding with most Dad responses ever. “Keep your mouth open any longer and you’ll catch flys.” At the same time. Both of them looking at each other surprised and Nancy can’t help but raise her eyebrow at this getting a little jealous about how Steve gets excited and high fives the other.

As the night goes on Eddie refuses to take the coat back, and when everything’s finally over he finds himself back at school and harassing Steve. And constantly forcing the other to wear his coats at the bonfire because in his words, “he doesn’t want to hear the other bitch about how cold it is.”

And somehow it turns into something. Steve ends up loving whatever cologne the others wearing and goes to his trailer, which the other can’t stand being in. Which somehow turns into a sleepover at Steve’s, that ends up with Steve stealing the others coat while he’s sleeping. Which then turns into the both of them wrestling over the jacket in the morning. With Eddie on top of the other as Dustin walks inside.

Ok but I feel like it’s hard not to have some dude bro energy with them because they are both awkward as hell, but this is a little spin on the jacket. My writing isn’t the best because I’m out of practice but like 🥺 in my head Steve would be the boyfriend constantly stealing coats because he keeps forgetting his.

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AHEM AHEM AHEM woodsbell "i think...i think i might like you." "you think?"

Go All Night - Part Three

Frank Woods x Bell

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Author's note: This is the SAFE version of this chapter. Really it's safe-ish. There are still references to sex, but the explicit stuff has been cut out.

Unedited version here

“All right,” Mason handed her a beer and held up his own to cheers her, “Thanks for saving our asses.”

Bell tapped her bottle to his.

The room was packed, which was not surprising for a hotel bar on a Saturday night. She hadn’t planned on coming down here. In fact, she had been about to get ready for bed when Mason knocked on her door and practically dragged her out. He had been so damn insistent.

At least he let her redo her makeup before they went back downstairs. She’d get some looks with smeared lipstick and mascara running down her face, that’s for sure. Though she was still wearing the dress - with the straps adjusted to make them even. 

Luckily, she didn’t have to feel too overdressed, the hotel had hosted a wedding earlier, and from the looks of it some of the guests had made their way to the bar after the ballroom had closed.

Bell crossed her legs and took a sip of her beer. 

“God, those guys are having fun,” Mason, beer in hand, pointed to a group of wedding guests who were very overserved dancing and singing to music that wasn’t even playing. 

Bell looked over her shoulder and, at that moment, caught the eye of one of the guests. She noticed that someone was looking at Mason as well.

“Shit!” She hissed and turned back, “Think we’re about to have company.”

“Yeah, me,” Woods said as he walked up to their table and set his beer down. 

“Good timing,” Mason nudged him in the ribs, “Bell was gonna have to beat them off with a stick.”

At that, Woods turned to Bell and rested his hand on the back of her chair.

“That so? Should we leave you to it, Bell?” 

While he had a smile on his face, there was an odd look in Woods’ eyes when he said it. 

Was he upset ? Had she taken things too far in the van? 

Bell meant what she said, but she wasn’t so sure she should have said it out loud.

The adrenaline from their escape had still been coursing through her system, so she took a risk. 

And then Mason had interrupted them before Woods could respond. 

“One of them was checking you out, Mason,” Bell deflected.

“Don’t mention that. I even look in that direction, and Em’s gonna know.”

“You like to pretend you’re on such a tight leash,” Woods rolled his eyes, “Em used to be in the CIA with us. She knows how it is.” 

“Oh, how is it in the CIA, exactly ?” Bell asked with a faux innocent tone before taking a sip of her beer.

“How do you think she and Mason ended up together?” 

Bell pressed a hand to her chest, looking at Mason wide-eyed, pretending to be scandalized.

“ Mason. ” 

Mason sighed, “Not you, too. Come on, Bell, I bought you a beer.”

“That’s true you did,” Bell said as she leaned forward and placed both hands on her beer. 

Woods was still resting his hand on the back of her chair. She caught a whiff of his cologne. Unlike her and Mason, he had taken the time to shower and change before heading downstairs. That surprised her. Bell thought he’d be quick to grab a beer, or even something harder, after the night they just had. He had also changed into jeans and a sweater. He looked good and was getting his share of glances from the wedding guests around them.

Mason checked his watch.

“Oh, I told Em I’d call her tonight,” His tone was a little strange, “Guess I’ll go do that.”

Bell and Woods both watched him go.

“That was abrupt,” Bell observed.

“Yeah,” Woods took the seat across from her. He set his drink down close to hers. 

She began to feel nervous. 

He wouldn’t want to talk here, right? 

Or would that be better? 

Get it out in public, and she could hide in her room until morning.

Bell cringed at the thought of talking about it at all. 

But instead, Woods gestured to the wedding guests, “They seem like a fun group.”

“Very different from the party this evening,” She agreed but did not turn to look. Accidentally catching the eye of a drunken wedding guest again would only add to the awkwardness she already felt.

“Oh yeah, so after all that, what did you think of that party?”

“It wasn’t so bad. I was able to skirt the ballroom pretty easily,” She played with the label on her beer as she spoke, “I don’t know what I was so worried about.”

Bell glanced up at him, he had been looking at her face as she spoke, but his expression wasn’t revealing much. 

“I did manage to catch a waiter and try some hor d’eourves,” Bell went on, “I wish I could have gone back for more.”

Woods chuckled at this statement.

“Like you wouldn’t eat the food!” 

“Oh I definitely have. It’s just that Mason and I were joking about asking you to smuggle some food in for us.”

“In what?” She gestured to her dress, “This doesn’t exactly have pockets.”

His wide grin faded slightly as he looked her over, “Yeah, guess you’re right.”

“Though this dress is surprisingly versatile, isn’t it? Great for dancing, cocktail parties, late-night weddings, and shootouts at French arms dealer’s mansions,” Bell said with a smirk, “Would have been interesting to poke around that panic room, though.” 

Woods hummed in response. He had a strange look on his face.

“What?”  

He placed his hands around his beer as if studying the label intently. Then he took a swig, wiped his mouth, and cleared his throat before setting it down again. Bell looked at him expectantly.

“You shouldn’t have been in there.”

“Oh, come on, Woods-”

“You’re dressed like that because you were supposed to be a guest, so you could walk out with them when the shit hit the fan,” He said gruffly. His blue eyes flicked up to meet hers. 

He was serious . 

Bell couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was he scolding her? Yeah, she had told them to stand down, but she had handled it, hadn’t she? She did her job.

Adler certainly didn’t have a problem with it.

“Don’t tell me you were worried?” The side of her mouth turned up, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. 

When he didn’t respond, her smile faded.

“I thought you were impressed,” Bell shook her head in disbelief, “Isn’t that what you said in the van?” 

Fuck she didn’t want to bring up the conversation from the van, but he wasn’t making sense to her.

“Yeah, Bell, you did great. I keep running it over in my head. It was a huge risk-”

She could feel her ears getting hot, she barely heard what he said.

“I’ve taken risks before,” Bell interrupted, “You didn’t think I could handle it? I saved you and Mason twice.”

“No, Bell-” Woods put his hands up.

But she didn’t want to hear what he had to say. 

It was apparent to her that he hadn’t thought she could handle it. But why? They had gone on dangerous missions before. Hadn’t she proved herself? 

Maybe she didn’t have as much experience in the field as Woods and Mason- who did really? 

But she thought she had at least gained some of his trust and respect. 

“Is this because of what I said?” She didn’t wait for him to respond before continuing, “I felt insecure for a moment. I thought I was confiding in a- I thought you were someone I could trust with that.”

“Whoa, hang on,” Woods pointed to himself, “After everything, you don’t think you can trust me ?”

“I can trust you in the field. Sounds like that’s about it,” She wrapped her arms around herself and looked away from him.

Woods huffed and picked up his beer. He leaned back in his chair and looked anywhere but at her. 

A silence fell over them. Bell leaned back in her chair and pretended to scan the room as well. Conversation usually flowed easily between them, so the silence magnified the tension. 

She didn’t think he would judge her so harshly for telling him that she felt out of place. If anything, Bell had thought, based on everything she knew about him, he might understand. It sure seemed like he had. 

Well, that was a mistake. 

Bell stood up, “I’m tired. I should head upstairs.”

Woods looked surprised, “You haven’t finished your beer.”

Bell shrugged. 

“Fine. Guess I’ll see ya,” Woods took a drink from his beer and appeared interested in something on the other side of the room.

Bell set her jaw and turned towards the exit. 

She strode out of the bar and headed for the elevator bay. While Bell waited for the elevator, she felt her anger quell. Maybe she had reacted too quickly. 

She hadn’t let him speak. 

But did she need to? 

She had to admit she was a bit disappointed. But she reminded herself that she didn’t know Woods that well. There must have just been this idea of him in her mind formed from hearing all the stories people told about him- and Mason. Bell had only met them, what, a month ago? Maybe less?

Well, that’s fine. No one else on the team was particularly warm with her, so why should he be any different? Once this mission was over, she’d probably be back behind a desk, anyway. So who cares what he thought of her personally? 

It was her fault anyway. She knew she couldn’t be vulnerable with these people. She should have known they would have judged her for it. The only reason why she thought Woods might be different is that she wanted him to be different. And that was stupid. 

Her heels dug into the soft rug under her feet.

Bell sighed. 

It would be nice to get out of the dress and take a shower. 

Against her better judgment, she glanced back at the bar. 

Woods was still sitting at the table, but he wasn’t alone. Someone had taken the seat she had vacated. It looked like they were in conversation.

As much as she’d like to tell herself she didn’t care, she still did. But that feeling would fade if she could just stop focusing on it. 

Bell turned her attention back to the elevator, which was still making its achingly slow descent to the lobby.

Likely held up by wedding guests going back and forth between their rooms and the bar. 

Looking down the other side of the hallway, she saw Mason sitting in one of the private phone booths. 

Why didn’t he use the phone in his room? 

Maybe to give Woods some space, she realized. 

She shifted her feet, anxious to get upstairs. 

A melodic sound caught her ear. The elevator had finally arrived.

A crowd of drunken wedding guests flooded out of the elevator once the door opened. They parted to make room for her and immediately joined back together behind her. 

Bell stepped inside the elevator and leaned against the handrail, sighing. The doors were nearly closed when someone caught the bumper, triggering them to open again. 

It was a man in a suit. He had his arm around a woman in a cocktail dress. They staggered into the elevator and huddled in a corner. They were drunk. Thankfully, they kept their voices low, but occasionally the woman let out a soft sound.

Bell gritted her teeth and stared hard at the floor indicator panel, willing the elevator to move faster. 

The numbers lit up in turn as the ancient elevator slowly ascended.

When the elevator reached her floor with a ding, she felt relieved to finally be able to step out and head for her room.

“...should have asked her….” Bell could hear the woman say before she burst into giggles, and the door closed, muffling any other sound.

She turned her key and walked inside, letting the door shut before bolting it. Then she sighed and sat at the vanity.

Unclipping her hair, she shook it out and picked an errant piece of glass out of it.

Under the focused vanity light, even under her makeup, it was easy to make out the cuts and bruises on her face. 

“Ugh, aren’t you a mess,” Bell grimaced at herself in the mirror. 

Looking down, she inspected the shoes. They seemed to be the only thing still in good shape, which was a surprise. Running in heels was challenging, but she thought she managed pretty well. Though she hoped she’d never have an assignment like that again. Turtleneck, boots, and armor were preferable to heels, makeup, and nothing between her and a bullet but some silky fabric. The scar on her chest peeked out from under the edge of the dress. She traced her finger over it. 

“Armor didn’t help you much then, now did it?”

She had gotten lucky, then. She had been lucky tonight, too. 

Every night any of them came back alive was at least partially due to luck, wasn’t it?

A knock on the adjoining door shook her from her thoughts.

Rising from the vanity, she walked over and opened the door.

“Woods? I thought-” She stopped. 

What did she think? That he’d be spending more time at the bar? That he wouldn’t be going upstairs alone? 

Well, he wasn’t alone now was he?

“Place suddenly wasn’t so interesting,” He said with a grin, “Miss me?”

Bell studied his face impassively. She noted that he had removed his sweater and was only wearing his undershirt and jeans.

“Look-” He started but stopped mid-sentence. He was looking at something on the side of her head. Raising a hand, he touched- her hair? No, something was in her hair. When he pulled away, he showed her a tiny piece of glass in his palm.

“Oh, I thought I got all of those,” Bell frowned at the fragment in his hand, “Thanks.”

She raked her fingers through her hair to shake out more.

“Whoa, hang on,” Woods put his hands out to stop her, “You’re gonna cut yourself.” 

Woods stepped into her room and guided her to stand by her vanity. He placed the piece of glass on the countertop. 

“Lighting is better here,” He said as he raised his hands to her hair again. 

“I don’t need help.”

“Getting these out of short hair is impossible,” Woods shook his head, “I can only imagine what it’s like with long hair.”

“Yeah, well, normally I have my hair up and under a beanie, don’t I? It’s fine. I’ve got it.”

“Bell, not everything is criticism.” 

Tentatively he raised his hands to her hair again. When she didn’t push him away, he carefully combed through her hair with his fingers.

He still hadn’t said why he had knocked on her door. 

Bell should be annoyed. 

He was acting as if nothing had happened. 

Though she had to admit it was so much easier to pretend. 

Because she was still wearing the heels, her eye level was at his shoulders. Standing this close to him, she noticed that his white undershirt wasn’t hiding much. She could just make out his muscle movements under the fabric. Bell felt the urge to reach up and touch him, run her hands over the rough white cotton covering his chest, and feel his body heat on her skin. Slip her fingers under the hem of the shirt and pull it off him. 

But of course, she didn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes. The feeling of Woods’ hands in her hair was so soothing. She was surprised to be touched with such gentleness from this big man with whom she had escaped a shootout only hours ago. 

A shootout he thought she couldn’t handle. 

This guy doesn’t trust you. 

Remember?

And here she was, allowing him to take care of her again. 

Did he think she was so incompetent she couldn’t even clean herself up?

“All right, Bell. You’re good.” 

She opened her eyes again to Woods, giving her another unreadable look. 

Well, she supposed she couldn’t blame him. She probably looked like an idiot standing there with her eyes closed and mouth open. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

He was still giving her that look. Then his hand went to her chin as he tilted her face up. Bell felt a thrill in the pit of her stomach. With their faces so close, she could smell mint on his breath. 

“Need help getting bandaged up?” 

Bell realized then he was examining the bruise there. 

“No,” She found herself saying as she brushed his hand away, “I’ve got it, thanks.”

She didn’t want any more of his help. Even if it meant feeling his hands on her again, it wouldn’t lead to anything except her wanting him more. And what she needed to do was to shake him from her brain.

But he didn’t leave, so she met his eye.

“What?” 

“Took me a while to learn,” Woods stroked the hair of his mustache with his thumb and index finger. She could tell he was thinking things through, being careful with his next statement. 

“But you know it’s ok to accept help sometimes,” He finished.

“Well, when I need it, I’ll ask for it,” She said in a tone that was sharper than she had intended.

“All right,” He said softly, tapping her shoulder as he moved to leave.

“Woods-” 

“It’s ok,” He held a hand up, “I was being pushy.”

Woods walked to the door and opened it. 

“You’re wrong about me, y’know,” He looked at her over his shoulder, “I’ll be honest, it pissed me off to hear you say it.  But I think I know why you did. You can trust me, Bell. I know you don’t believe me, but you really can.”

Bell kept her expression even. 

She’d like to believe it. It would be easier in the short term.

He let out a soft sigh and moved into his room, placing his hand on his door as if he were about to close it.

“Goodnight, Bell.”

“Goodnight, Woods.”

He gave her a little smile, “Frank. At least call me Frank.”

Something about his tone seemed a little sad. Disappointed.

She could have stopped him, but her heels were rooted into the soft carpet of her hotel room.

“Goodnight, Frank.”

With a soft grin he closed the door. Once she heard the lock slide into place, she moved to close to the adjoining door on her side. Even after it was closed, Bell held her hands against it as if she was bracing for something to burst through it. But nothing would. And Woods wasn’t going to knock on her door again. 

Quietly cursing herself, she roughly unzipped her dress and dropped it to the floor. She kicked it in frustration. The silky fabric skidded across the carpet but stopped short. 

Very unsatisfying.

Sitting down at the vanity in a huff, Bell frowned disdainfully at her reflection. She needed to shower and go to bed. She shifted her body to stand up again when something on the vanity caught the light and drew her eye. 

It was the glass Woods had pulled from her hair. Bell turned it over in her fingers, examining it. A flash of light reflected in the mirror, and she looked at herself again. Setting the glass piece down, Bell placed her hand on the garter belt she was still wearing. 

With her thumb, she traced the stiff top edge of the fabric. She fought the urge to rip it off.

She remembered how it felt when Woods ran his hand over her stomach as he put it in place, how the corners of his mouth had turned up when she flinched at his touch. At the time, she assumed he just thought it was funny that he got a reaction from her.

It was easier to pretend he didn’t care. 

To think of him as just some asshole. 

To push him away at the slightest perceived infraction. 

But she was the one who decided that he had judged her. 

Her snap reaction to her letting her guard down. 

He had seen her nervous and uncomfortable. She had let him in for only the briefest moment, which was terrifying. 

That’s what it was about. 

Woods had helped her.  

And he hadn’t deserved her shitty attitude. 

She should at least apologize.

Bell stood up. Not wanting to deal with the dress again, she picked up the button-down she had discarded earlier in the evening and threw it on. 

“Time to get this over with.”

She opened her door and stood behind it and raised her hand to knock. 

What was she going to say? 

Sorry for being a stubborn ass? 

Not the best opener, exactly. But Woods might like it. He might have a few adjectives of his own to add. 

“Fuck it,” Bell muttered to herself and rapped gently on his door. 

He didn’t say anything when he opened the door, and his expression was once again unreadable.

Bell opened her mouth to apologize. To say she misunderstood him. 

She was an idiot. 

But Woods spoke first. 

“I know you can handle yourself,” He folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe, “It wasn’t about that.”

“Then what was it about?”

Woods ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Me, Bell,” He stepped past her and into her room, “My own stuff.”

She gave him a curious look.

He sighed, “I- when you were stuck in that room. You didn’t have armor. You had that little peashooter some people like to call a gun -”

To her surprise, Woods sat on her bed. 

Was he expecting a long conversation? 

“You were worried,” She took a step toward him.  

“I was worried,” He agreed, “But you were great. I just keep thinking, because you weren’t prepared, I could have made a better call that didn’t put you in more danger. That’s it.”

Bell put her hand to her forehead, exasperated with herself.

“And then I got pissed off-”

“You didn’t even let me explain!”

Bell sighed and sat on the bed next to him, staring at her shoes.  

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I think I can sleep easy tonight,” Woods sighed, he sounded relieved, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. 

He followed her gaze to her feet.

“You’re still wearing those shoes. I thought you would have kicked them off by now.” 

“Me too, if I’m being honest,” Bell stretched her legs out in front of her admiring the way the shoes sparkled, “But I like them. And I’m surprised they’re in such good shape considering everything. Anyway, they’re… uh….”

She trailed off, dropped her legs, and crossed her feet. 

“They’re what?” Woods asked. 

Bell glanced up at him. He was looking at her over his shoulder.

She huffed and tucked a hair behind her ear before responding, “They’re pretty, ok?” 

Then she braced herself for the teasing.

“So, you are actually a girl.”

She playfully shoved his shoulder, “What was your first clue?”

“You did look pretty good in that dress.”

Reflexively, Bell tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

“I seem to remember you telling me that- in a friendly way. ”

Woods looked away from her and rubbed the back of his head. The clean smell of the hotel shampoo wafted in the air around him. She remembered then that he had showered before joining her and Mason downstairs. That his breath smelled like mint. He had cleaned himself up. 

She had to wonder. 

“About that-” He turned his head to look at her again. Then he sighed as if he were rethinking what to say. A slight grin appeared on his face, “I think I like this outfit better.”

“Oh, you do, do you? Well,” She braced her hands on the edge of the bed, pushing her shoulders down and tilting her head back before continuing, “That’s good because I’m probably stuck in it.”

Bell crossed her legs.

“Stuck in it?”

“Well, yeah. I couldn’t get them on- so obviously, I have no idea how to take them off. Maybe you could help me?”

She was joking.  Once she had seen him put the garters on, it was easy to figure out how to remove them. 

“Oh, yeah?” Woods said as he leaned closer to her, “I guess it’s a good thing we made up, huh?”

Then he kissed her.  

After all that build-up, it took every bit of Bell’s willpower to not just pull him down on the bed on top of her. It seemed like he was trying to do just that as he leaned into her, but that’s not what she wanted to happen. Not yet.

And it wasn’t what she had asked him to do anyway.

Bell let him touch her lips briefly before placing her fingers on his chin and pushing his face away. 

“You said I should ask for help,” She said matter-of-factly.

Woods smirked at her, “I did, didn’t I?”

Leaning back on her hands again, she looked at him expectantly. 

He slipped his fingers between her skin and one of the straps and traced it down to where the clasp met her stocking. 

When he moved to undo it, she stopped him. 

“No.” 

And when he looked at her questioningly, she placed one heeled foot on his shoulder, guiding him down.

“Like before. On your knees.”

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Sometime later in the night they found themselves laying in bed together, catching their breath.

Woods shifted and pressed his forehead into her chest.

“That was good,” He said.

“Yeah,” Bell agreed.

A contented silence fell over them. Bell could feel herself fading, but she needed to get up, get this lingerie off of her. Finally shower?

“Frank?”

“Mmm?”

“I need to get up.”

He groaned and playfully squeezed her, like he wasn’t planning on letting her go, then rolled off. 

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, she turned back to him. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I really need to shower. I didn’t before-”

“What you don’t like smelling like a battlefield? Smoke, grease, sweat-” He grinned at her as he settled into the pillows. 

She gave him a horrified look and sniffed at a lock of her hair. 

“Oh god,” She scrunched her nose up. She did smell like smoke. And after he had cleaned himself up too. 

“Bell, if those smells bothered me, I’d be in the wrong business.” 

She gave him a tired smile and moved to stand up. Then realized was still wearing the heels from earlier. She wanted to kick them off.

“Wow,” Woods said behind her. 

Bell turned to look at him.

“Your ass is amazing,” He offered by way of explanation. 

“Oh,” She sat back down on the bed, her calves were aching, “It’s the heels.”

He drew himself up and sat next to her on the bed, slipping her shoes off before she had the chance.

“Nah, I think you’ve just got a great ass,” He said, setting the shoes down on the ground, “Now come on, I said I was going to help you with this.”

“You know I don’t actually-”

He put a finger over her lips to stop her. Then he detached the garters from the stockings in turn. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he removed the belt and tossed it on a chair. Then he carefully slipped the stockings off her, tossing them next to the belt.

He looked her over. His fingers traced where the lingerie had made indentations in her skin.

“Shit, did I make it too tight?”

Bell looked down to see what he was referring to and shrugged, “Oh no, that’s just how it is. Binding. Gotta keep everything in.”

Woods frowned at the indentations again.

“They’ll go away,” Bell assured him as she stood up. 

“For the record, I’m good with everything out.” Then he grabbed her hips and turned her around, “Yeah, perfect ass. No torture devices needed for that.”

She looked over her shoulder at him and chuckled, “Can I take a shower now?”

Woods slapped her ass, “Now you can.”

“Hey!” Bell turned and placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back down on the bed.

“Oh, change your mind? Looking for a round two?”

She sighed, shook her head, and climbed off of him.

Bell walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and waited as it heated up. Then she stepped in and let the warm water run over her aching body. She was so tired she felt like she would fall asleep standing up. Picking up the tiny hotel shampoo bottle, she stared at it, willing herself to wash her hair, but she couldn’t. Bell leaned against the cool tile and closed her eyes. 

“Hey,” Woods said from the other side of the shower curtain, “Room in there for one more?”

“Of course, but I thought you showered already.”

He carefully peeled back the curtain and stepped in.

“Some gal got me dirty since then.”

“Some gal?” She chuckled and turned to him.

“You ok?” He held her shoulders and tried to look at her face, “Oh wow, you are tired. Don’t fall asleep in here.” 

She made a non-committal sound in response.

“Guess you still need my help,” Woods chuckled. He took the shampoo bottle from her and pulled her into his chest. Then he started washing her hair.

“This is ok, right?”

“Yeah,” She sighed and wrapped her arms around him. He helped her clean up, and when they were done, he wrapped a robe around her.

“Ok all clean.”

“Great, want to get dirty again?” She asked halfheartedly.

“Don’t tempt me, baby” He turned her around and guided her to the bed, “You need to sleep.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah, what you don’t like it?” 

Bell considered this as she walked to the bed. She tossed her robe over a chair and pulled the covers aside. Then slipped between the sheets and settled in. 

“Maybe I could get used to it,“ Bell covered her mouth, “I mean- I didn’t-”

She started to speak when he got into bed and placed his arms on either side of her head. He looked into her eyes as he stroked her hair.

“Don’t tell me this was a one-time-only kind of thing.”

“Just didn’t want to assume anything.”

“Yeah, I get that. But we gotta do this again,” He rolled over and pulled the covers over himself, settling in bed next to her, “This ok?”

She nodded, “Yeah, I want you to stay.”

She wrapped one arm around him and placed her head on his chest.

“I think-” She paused. Then Bell lifted herself on her hands and looked him in the eye. Her long hair pooled on his chest. 

“I think I might like you, Frank,” She finished. 

“You think? ” He stroked her cheek with the back of his index finger, “I like you too, Bell.”

[nymphbnny]

perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.6k

tags/warnings: penetrative sex, dom jean, fingering, praising kink, slight body worship, dirty talk, sneaky.

synopsis: your recent discovery makes you certain that you won't be able to control yourself around him and neither will he, hence you decide that it was time to make an agreement that was rather spicy.

a.n: hey babies! so i finally decided to turn this into a short series since some of you were intrigued with the idea of having a continuation for the previous part i wrote. i hope you like it, enjoy <3

“How was I supposed to know?!” I yelled as soon as Jean exited our apartment. I had put on a random t-shirt to follow Connie to his room, trying to convince him that I had no idea that I fucked his best friend.

“Y/n he literally told you his name is Jean and he was attending my party. You’re acting as you’ve never seen him before!” he scolded taking off his shirt and throwing it across his room.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Connie. The last time I saw Jean I was 16 and he didn’t look like that. He’s so fucking different now how was I supposed to know. And to be fair, he was studying abroad for I don’t know how many years, how was I supposed to know that he metamorphosed like that.” I motioned my arm out, my other hand resting on my hip.

He groaned, rubbing his temples before he looked back at me. “Look,” he spoke softly. “I don’t want to fight with you over this okay? You’re right, I should’ve told you that he was coming back. He graduated a year ago and was considering coming back to his hometown, here. Let’s just forget it all happened okay? It’s a simple misunderstanding.” I nodded, resting my head on his chest as he embraced me into a tight hug.

“Now go take a shower you reek of sex.” he snickered earning a punch on his arm. He winced rubbing his flesh, a proud smile setting on my face.

***

The week went by smoothly. I told Sasha and Hitch what happened and they both had different reactions. Hitch was gushing over the sex and Sasha on the other hand confessed that she forgot to mention that Jean was coming back to stay here. It’s okay though. We all passed it and I was working my ass off to finally graduate.

Connie was spending his days with Jean, which granted me a lot of peace and tranquility. At least, that’s what I thought.

I hadn’t spoken to Jean ever since we hooked up, figured that Connie already explained the whole situation and moved on.

Three knocks on my door broke my focus, a loud frustrated sigh leaving my lips. “What Connie!”

“Actually,” a voice on the other side of the door caught me off guard. “It’s Kirschtein. Can I come in?” A knot formed in my throat.

“Sure.” he turned the knob, slowly coming in. “Connie knows I’m here by the way.” I nodded, adjusting my seat.

“What’s up?” the tension was awkward. The tension shouldn’t even be present in the first place. But how could I not get aroused when he was wearing a black tank top showing off the tattoos on his sleeves with a pair of sweats. He looked effortlessly attractive.

“- and like I said it will never happen again. Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Never happen again. I’m very sorry but I need to finish this assignment.” He chuckled and nodded leaving me alone with my thoughts. Did I just make him talk to himself because I was too busy checking him out?

I shook my head, assuming that whatever he said wasn’t worth my time. Time went by rather quickly and the assignment was done earlier than I expected. It was already ten pm, and I had promised the girls I was going to meet up with them for some drinks.

I picked my outfit and applied some makeup. Simple and effective. We were going to spend the night at Sasha’s so I didn’t make much effort to look hot.

The place was empty when I left and I assumed that Connie was helping Jean to rent an apartment for himself.

Sasha’s place wasn’t very far from mine. As a matter of fact, it only took me ten minutes to get there. Once I got there, the girls were already ordering pizza and picking out some movies to watch.

“Hey whores.” I greeted them, earning cheers from Hitch and Sasha. “Oh my god, Mikasa I missed you!” I rushed to the dark-haired girl who was sitting on the couch and engulfed her into a tight hug. I haven’t seen Mikasa since I moved with Connie. We used to live together, but after she and Eren got together, he wouldn’t leave her alone. So I figured it would be best if I left and lived with my brother.

“I missed you too! I looked for you everywhere at that party where were you?” she asked taking a sip of her soda. Hitch began coughing dramatically as Sasha giggled next to her. “Oh quit it.” I teased rolling my eyes.

I ended up telling her everything, her face displaying a plethora of expressions. “I mean, Jean did change I can’t argue with that. But didn’t he recognize you?”

I shrugged. “I changed too. Puberty hit me like a truck.”

“Cheers to that.” Hitch raised her cup. We laughed and talked for hours. I missed going out with them like that. Fortunately, college will be over soon and I’ll have some time for myself.

Movies were playing in the background but we paid them no mind. We ate our food and cleaned the living room, not wanting to bother Sasha with the cleaning since she was having Niccolo over tomorrow.

I glanced at the clock that was hanging above the door. I gathered my stuff and tucked them in my bag, drawing all of their eyes on me.

“Already? Come on stay longer!” Sasha whined. I smiled softly at her and shook my head.

“I can’t, I’ll see you guys soon.” I waved at them and walked out of the door.

***

“Connie! I’m ho- what are you still doing here?” I froze at the entrance, my keys still hanging from my index finger, my eyes fixated on him as he only stood in basketball shorts.

“What do you mean what am I still doing here. I moved in here remember?”

Silence. Nothing but intense and awkward silence. Moved in? Since when?

“I told you when I came into your room. Weren’t you listening to me?” I stared at him blankly, not able to explain how caught in thought I was when he came into my room. I was too busy checking him out to care about what he was trying to tell me.

“Why didn’t Connie tell me?” I closed the door and locked it slowly, my legs feeling weak, the idea of living with him and seeing him walking around like that making me weak. And extremely horny.

“He said he’d rather if I told you. You know, break the ice.” he shrugged and walked forward, his chest now a few inches apart from mine. “You changed a lot from what I remember.” he lowly said tucking my hair behind my ear.

“So did you,” I replied, staring at his lips. He licked his bottom lip and held my chin between his fingers, forcing me to maintain eye contact.

I was a sweating mess. I still couldn’t believe that this was Jean, the horse face. What kind of water did he drink, and how did he get so big? Look at those muscles-

A sudden feeling on my lips interrupted my chain of thoughts. I soon realized that he held my bottom lip between his brown ones. “Kiss me back y/n, I know you want to,” he whispered, his breath brushing up my face.

It didn’t take me long to pull him to me, crashing my lips on his. He was intoxicating in ways I couldn’t understand nor explain. I needed him close to me at the moment and I didn’t care why.

“Yo, Jean where did you my video game?!” Connie’s voice boomed from the hallway, forcing us apart. Realization slapped my face when I looked at him and saw his cocky smirk. I just kissed him, even though I promised myself I’d never do anything with him ever again.

“I’ll get it!” he yelled back, the same expression resting on his face, his back facing the hallway. “I’d apologize, but you pulled me back. Anyway, I’ll see around beautiful.” he winked and began walking towards Connie’s room, his back muscles flexing at his movements.

What am I doing with myself?

***

The atmosphere felt nice. I couldn’t sleep so instead I lied down on my bed and watched the stars from my window. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened hours ago and how I had to sit with them and pretend as nothing happened.

Jean was certainly not the little boy he was years ago. He got more confident and a lot more handsome. He was fucking with me and I thought, why shouldn’t I fuck with him too?

After all, I know for sure he didn’t tell Connie anything. He’s too protective of me and if he knew, well let’s just say Jean would be moving out by tomorrow. He trusts him blindly and I honestly just think he doesn’t want me to hook up with him again because he’s just like him.

He likes to mess around. Not the type to stay in the morning after. But neither was I. I sighed and dragged my legs out of bed, my body following.

“Shit now I gotta pee,” I whined stomping slightly on the wooden floor. I ruffled my hair with my hand and slipped on my slippers. I was wearing Connie’s t-shirt, so it was long enough to hide my thighs.

I walked to the bathroom when suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into the guest bedroom. My mouth was quick to be silenced by another hand as I was about to squeal.

My back collided with the wall, my hands pinned on each side of my head.

“Jean let me go.” I struggled to get out of his grasp but he kept grinning at me. “Sure.” He let go of his grasp.

I looked around to notice a towel on his bed. “I was going to take a shower but then I heard your footsteps, couldn’t let you get there before I did.” He walked away, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

“Is that all?” I cocked my eyebrow, crossing my arms. He looked me up and down before saying: “You tell me. Need anything else?”

I looked at him briefly, calculating my next move. “An agreement. Connie can’t know.”

“Fuck yeah.” he dropped his towel and stepped closer to me, holding my face with his hands as he crashed his lips on mine. I kissed him back instantly, my fingers finding their way through his hair.

His tongue slipped in, caressing mine. His hands went down my body to squeeze my ass, pulling me even closer to him. My hands traveled across his bare chest, going over his pecs and then gliding one hand down his abs, while the other sat on his shoulder.

We pulled apart, his arms going under my thighs to pull me up and sit me onto the mattress. He walked to the door, locking it before he looked back at me.

Jean crawled over my body, caging me between his arms. “Divine.” he smiled and sat up, his hands tugging at my top. I helped him take it off and threw it on his chair. I was nude underneath him. It wasn’t the first time, yet he still looked mesmerized.

He licked his lips, his fingers tracing my cunt before dipping into my entrance. I arched my back at the sudden intrusion, trying my best to remain quiet.

“I missed your little cunt.” he chuckled massaging my insides slowly. I gasped, my hand immediately covering my mouth.

He rubbed my bud with his thumb, his pace never changing. It was torturing and slow, but I knew we couldn’t make a lot of noise nor make lots of movements that could awake Connie. We had to go nice and easy.

My legs squirmed, the combination of playing my nipples and watching him touch like he does driving me to the edge. My eyes rolled to the back as he added a third finger, my walls clenching tightly around them as I felt myself orgasm around them. “Good girl.” he praised with a chuckle, removing his fingers from my opening.

“Suck your juices off come on.” he tapped my hand, motioning me to remove it and take his fingers in. I stuck my tongue out, his ling digits finding their way down my throat making me slightly gag. “I didn’t know you were such an obedient girl.” he cooed, as I sucked off my arousal.

Jean sat back up, removing his shorts along with his briefs, his erection slapping on my lower stomach. “As much as I’d love you to suck me,” he paused pumping his cock. “I have to say that I miss being inside you.” And with that, he slid all the way in, his mouth silencing my moans.

He stayed still for a while, his eyes staring into mine intensely, almost as if he was trying to tell me something. I nodded my head, his hips moving at my signal. His thrusts were slow and deep, going over every spot. I wrapped my arms around him, my forehead resting against his, as he breathed heavily.

“I want to fuck you dumb, but he’ll hear your moans.” he taunted rolling his hips, his tip almost hitting my cervix. “So good.” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him, my heels digging into his lower back.

“Jean…” I was close and my legs were a shaking mess. “That’s right baby, say my name.” he breathed in my ear, slightly speeding up his thrusts. I bit onto his shoulder, my orgasm ripping through my body.

I tightened around him, his strokes getting sloppier. It came to my attention that he wasn’t wearing protection, and I wasn’t about to get adventurous like last time. “Jean… pull out…”

“Beg.” was his only reply to which I complied. “Please, anywhere, just not-“ He harshly pulled out, and instead of jerking himself on my stomach, he reached up to straddle my chest and stroked himself. “Open.”

I stuck my tongue out, his hand now replaced with mine as I jerked him off, ropes of cum shooting down my throat. “Such a good girl.” he chuckled, rubbing his hand over his face.

He got off me and pulled his hair back using both hands, his naked body walking around the bed to grab some tissues. He cleaned off my arousal and handed me some to clean the corners of my lips.

“If only you could see how messed up you look,” he smirked and threw me my t-shirt before grabbing his towel and sliding on his shorts.

I put on my top and got off his bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and internally yelled at myself. I looked like a mess. My hair was tangled and my skin was all sweaty. Guess I have to take a shower too.

I looked over at Jean to see him staring at me with an amused look on his face. “What?” I cocked my eyebrow. He shrugged and smiled at me. “Connie and I are going out to get some lunch tomorrow. What’d you say?” he requested.

“I mean yeah sure. But Jean he can-“

“Can’t know alright.” he rolled his eyes. We stared at each other for a minute before I decided to leave his room.

As I made my way past him, his hand flew to cup my swollen cunt. “This belongs to me.”

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: as someone who’s been tormented for being a nerd, you’ve never viewed your friendly teasing towards your best friend seonghwa as bullying. but that is until he completely changes his style and image in school, confronting you about your past behaviour, so you have no choice but to admit the real reason why you’ve been making fun of him...

pairing: popular boy!seonghwa x nerd!reader

genre: high school!AU (the characters are 18 for the spicy parts huehehe), best friends to fake dating to lovers, angst, romance, smut, fluff

warnings: friendly teasing, clichéd/unrealistic portrayal of high school dynamics, hwa does kabedon on yn like once, seonghwa’s a bit of a tsundere, fake dating, hints of possessiveness, slightly problematic remarks, yn is briefly hwa’s slave?! (no, i will not elaborate), bullying, mean girls, insults, hair-pulling, kicking, death threats, some swearing, self-blame, power play, overuse of pet names (princess, baby, little girl, etc.), sir kink (i won’t apologize lol), begging, yunho being nosy (yes, that’s a warning), mention of hypothetical collars, insecurities, making out, loss of virginities, lots of kissing, soft dom!hwa, eating out, fingering, blowjob, consensual protected sex, dirty talk, praising, aftercare, crying, hurt&comfort, a lot of dorky references (cuz that’s me, after all), jumping off a balcony (don’t try this at home!), happy ending

author’s note: will i ever stop bullying poor hwa’s kermit hoodie? no. jk, i lov him so much, he’s so talented & gorgeous no matter what he wears ;-;

disclaimer: all jokes aside, i do not in any way condone bullying and this work is entirely fictional for entertainment purposes! i’ve been physically and emotionally tormented in school and though i have not talked much about it, i do not wish such an experience to anyone! treating people with kindness is cool and i hope everyone spreads more love! ❤️

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Having been best friends with Seonghwa for four years now (ever since your first year in high school), you couldn’t help but making fun of every little adorable thing he did. And honestly, you admired his patience when it came to putting up with your incessant teasing. Diligently cleaning up everything after him? You’d call him a neat freak. Not being able to drink coffee? You’d call him a teacup loser. 

So, when he started wearing that green hoodie of his to school, you couldn’t resist the temptation to call him Kermit the frog. And at first, it all started as a joke. But then the nickname kinda stuck and you just kept addressing him as Kermit, even if he wasn’t wearing the delectable green hoodie. And at one point, you could tell that poor Seonghwa was not a huge fan of the whole thing. But he never called you out on it or told you to stop. He never teased you back for being a hopeless nerd who studied 24/7 and read books for fun. So, you kept going.

Until the summer before your last year in high school arrived. Sadly, Seonghwa was going to be out of the country for the whole vacation. You were going to miss him terribly, you realized. You had become so used to seeing him everyday that you couldn’t imagine how you’d last three months without being able to see his pretty face all the time. You’d occasionally text him memes and ask him what he was up to. But as the summer was coming to an end, his replies became less and less frequent, more and more concise. You kept wondering if you’d done something wrong. It couldn’t be the Kermit thing, you began telling yourself. After all, it was normal to tease your best friend every once in a while. Right?

When the first day of your last year in high school came, you were nervously anticipating the moment when you’d see Seonghwa again. Summer without him had been so boring and you couldn’t wait to hug him again and find a new thing to joke about.

The second you saw him, you instinctively knew there would be no more joking around. Seonghwa practically walked into the school hallway like he owned the place. He’d completely changed his style and overall image. Gone were the dorky hoodies you secretly loved so much. Instead, they were replaced by a black leather jacket. Gone were the casual sweatpants he looked so good in. In their place were dark jeans that made him look kinda dangerous. And the whole confidence with which he carried himself was just totally different. 

If you had known that a summer abroad could change a person so much, you would have tried harder at convincing him to stay in the country. On top of it all, he was now hanging out with a bunch of popular a-holes that you had never talked to before. Honestly, you couldn’t even gather the courage to approach your best friend. He looked so distant and unfamiliar that you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Especially when you heard him laughing at the cool kids’ jokes. That should have been you...

You remembered when you were the one making him giggle, as if it was a century ago, when in reality it was just a couple of months. You kept sighing during the whole day, not daring to even talk to him. If he wanted to still hang out with you after his sudden “change in status”, he would, you kept convincing yourself. But he didn’t. In fact, he ignored you the whole day, making you feel like shit.

Just as you were leaving the school building in a hurry, mentally prepared for an evening of crying your eyes out and eating ice cream, you felt a hand grabbing you tightly. Turning around, you were surprised to find Seonghwa’s eyes staring back at you.

“Hi, princess,” he greeted you calmly.

“H-hi, S-seonghwa,” you responded dumbly.

“What? No witty comeback?” Seonghwa scoffed, smirking.

“What are you talking about?”

“Aren’t you gonna bully me and call me names again? Kermit? Teacup loser? Neat freak? What’s it gonna be this time?” he spat out, pushing you against the school wall and extending his arms to touch the cold bricks so that you would feel trapped.

“Bully you?” you whispered in disbelief. “H-hwa, I wasn’t...I didn’t m-mean...”

“Oh, yeah?” he mocked your stuttering self. “Then, why did you say all these things, huh?”

“You know why,” you replied.

“No, I don’t. So, tell me right now or I swear, I can make your existence a living hell,” Seonghwa threatened.

“Because I like you, you idiot!” you cried out. “I like you so that’s why I’ve been teasing you. Because if I didn’t, I would have to admit how attractive I find all your habits. How adorable it is when you used to tidy your desk and how sexy you looked in that damned green hoodie. There, I said it. Are you happy now?”

You were so frustrated with the way he ignored you all day only to accuse you of bullying him that you ducked your head swiftly beneath his arm, simultaneously bending your knees, and, thus, successfully escaping from Seonghwa’s ambush.

“Y/N, wait!” he called after you, but you were running too fast and luck was on your side, as the bus arrived at that exact same moment, allowing you to get on it, before he could.

You couldn’t sleep much that night, tormented by the fact Seonghwa had confused your friendly jokes with bullying and how foolishly you’d confessed your feelings for him. You were certain that your affections were unrequited and now that he had this whole new position in the school hierarchy, he would undoubtedly make fun of you for them. You were even considering transferring to another school to avoid the potential embarrassment.

In the morning, no sooner had you finished breakfast in the comfort of your room than you heard loud honks. They were unlike the ones in your dad’s car so you couldn’t help but wonder what jerk had decided to park in front of your house and make your day even worse.

“Sweetie,” your mom informed you a bit after. “Your friend Seonghwa is here. He said he’ll drive you to school today. As promised.”

“He did?” you mumbled in confusion. But maybe because you weren’t ready to talk to your mom yet about what happened yesterday, you lied. “Ah, that’s right, I almost forgot.”

Hurriedly, you grabbed your bag and practically sprinted downstairs. You were curious to see what he wanted. And that’s exactly what you asked the minute you entered his car.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Aw, no good morning for me, princess?” Seonghwa pouted and God, you hated how cute you found him after the way he’d treated you the previous day. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he rolled his eyes, starting the engine. “I’m driving you to school.”

“I can see that. But why?” you hissed.

“Well, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed,” he groaned. “If you’re so insistent on finding out, I’ll tell you. Ever since you told me how you felt yesterday, I’ve been thinking...And I’ve come to the conclusion that you have two options. Option number one is to enjoy your hellish last year of high school. You’ve had your fair share of teasing me so I’m definitely going to enjoy telling everyone about your little crush on me. It’s going to be so much fun to embarrass you in front of the whole school.”

What the fuck was wrong with him? Seonghwa was supposed to be your best friend! Why was he suddenly acting like you were worth less than a dirty rug? Was it possible that he had changed so much in the span of three months? Or was he always like that? Had you been blinded by his good looks? No, that definitely wasn’t the case. Seonghwa was the sweetest guy you’d ever known. How did he get so...cold? Cold enough to chill your bones.

“And what’s option number two?” you grunted, already anticipating the worst.

“So, there’s this annoying girl in our class I want to avoid at all costs. Just because her parents are doing business with mine does not mean I’m into her. Option number two is for us to pretend we’re dating in school. Considering how much you like me, I’m assuming it won’t be very difficult for you to pretend. If you agree, that is.”

What a jerk...You shared your sincere feelings with your best friend and that’s the first thing that crossed his mind? To use you in order to avoid some random girl? If it was any other guy, you would have said no. If you weren’t desperate for even a fraction of Seonghwa’s time and attention, you would have said no. If you weren’t so pathetically whipped for him, you would have said no.

“I’ll do it,” you said. “For how long do you need me to be your fake girlfriend?”

“Just until graduation. Then, we’ll fake break up and each go our separate ways. How does that sound?”

It sounded terrible! You wanted Seonghwa to be a part of your life forever. But with the way he was treating you, you weren’t confident he felt the same way anymore.

“Sounds great,” you lied, because you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing your thoughts. You’d never be perceived as weak again.

The second you walked into school, Seonghwa’s arm wrapped possessively around your shoulder, everyone’s eyes were on you. It was like high-schoolers had no better thing to occupy their time with but to gossip around the latest dating news. If you weren’t enjoying his company so much, you would have found their reactions pathetic. And somewhat unnerving.

“When did you two lovebirds start seeing each other?” one of Seonghwa’s popular friends Yunho asked.

“Oh, you know what they say. A girl and a guy can’t stay just friends for long,” Seonghwa responded.

You internally rolled your eyes. Your best friend before the summer would have never said such a thing. Whatever the reason for his current behaviour was, you would get to the bottom of it. And right now, you felt like going along with this whole fake dating thing was your best chance at unraveling the mystery.

For the first day of your little arrangement, everything seemed to be going fine. Everyone was staring at you two but you didn’t mind. All you cared about was him. However, soon enough Seonghwa started asking you for weird things.

“Carry my bag for me.” / “Get me a drink from the vending machine, will you?” / “Bring me a snack from the supermarket across the street.” / “Oh, and for my friends, too, doll.”

Seriously, it was getting infuriating. You no longer felt like you were his bestie. You didn’t even feel like you were his fake girlfriend. At this point, you had practically become his slave! Running any errand and carrying his stuff for him. But what was the alternative? If you refused to play your part in this pretend dating scheme, he could easily turn against you and make fun of you in front of the whole school. So, you kept your mouth shut and swallowed your pride.

One evening, around a month after the fake dating agreement had started, you had stayed in the library a bit longer to prepare for an upcoming assignment. By the time you were out of the school building, you supposed that Seonghwa had already gone home. Frankly, the only nice thing he was intent on doing for you was driving you to school and back to your place most of the days.

As you were making your way towards the bus stop, you had the strangest suspicion you were being followed. Not daring to turn around, you started walking faster. But unfortunately, your attackers also sped up and soon enough, you were surrounded by a group of angry faces. Their leader was obviously Eunhee, the most popular girl in the whole school. And coincidentally, this was also the girl whose parents were doing business with Seonghwa’s parents. The very reason you were fake dating your best friend in the first place.

“Well, if it isn’t the little bookshrimp,” she mocked you, sticking a sharp nail into your chest. You didn’t bother correcting her that the right term was bookworm. You were already in enough trouble as it was. For some reason, teasing Seonghwa had been easy because you meant well and you were sure he wouldn’t hurt you. Not really. Because he knew how badly you’d been bullied in middle school. But now that you were met with so many threatening figures, you froze rightaway, unable to defend yourself.

“Just l-leave me alone,” you stammered.

“Aw, aren’t you a little pathetic shrimpie?” Eunhee cooed and started pulling your hair harshly and kicking you onto the ground. The other girls were holding you down so that you wouldn’t fight back. “Did you seriously believe you can steal Seonghwa from me? We’re meant to be together and if you stand in our way, I will fucking kill you!”

“S-stop, you’re hurting me!” you exclaimed sorrowfully. You tried your best to shield yourself and push her away but her loyal minions were preventing you from doing so. Just as Eunhee was about to slap you across the face, you witnessed as her threatening hand was stopped mid-air by the interloper whose features you couldn’t quite discern in the dark. But whose voice you would recognize anywhere.

“You think you’re so brave?” Seonghwa yelled at Eunhee and her friends. “Ganging up on her like that? Six against one? You’re the pathetic ones.”

“Hwa, we were just trying to teach her a lesson. She should learn her place, after all,” Eunhee tried to explain.

“A lesson?” he scoffed. “You dumbasses can’t even pass Calculus and you want to teach the smartest girl in our school a lesson?” your heart melted with warmth at how highly he thought of you. “Oh, that’s rich.”

“You won’t tell my dad, right?” Eunhee was suddenly on the defensive. She’d probably be in big trouble if he found out how his precious daughter was behaving in school.

“Get out of my sight right now or I’ll tell the whole country,” Seonghwa threatened through gritted teeth. (Later on, he actually did tell her dad about the incident and Eunhee, along with her followers, were suspended from school for two weeks. Oh, and their rich parents cut off their money, which was pretty impressive an accomplishment). And so, the vicious girls scattered like roaches in daylight. Pulling you onto your feet, Seonghwa grabbed your hand and started walking towards his car which you somehow hadn’t noticed parked nearby. Getting inside, he started the engine immediately but his hands were clutching the steering wheel so hard you were feeling a bit scared. You had never seen your best friend so angry. Well, maybe the only other time that came close was when you were telling him about your past experiences with bullying...

“Are you mad at me?” you asked sheepishly.

“At you?” he chuckled harshly. “Why would I be mad at you? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I don’t know...”

“Why didn’t you fight them back?” Seonghwa inquired.

“I tried, but I was reminded of middle school and just...froze. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, I’m not blaming you,” he replied calmly. “I was just wondering. Cause I know you’ve been going to self-defense classes. And I thought you were making progress. I mean, the last time I came to watch, you were pretty good.”

That was before the summer. Of course it was. Still, you were touched by the fact that he remembered. Despite acting like he didn’t care, you instinctively knew he did.

“I mean, I was,” you said. “But I panicked.”

Seonghwa let go of the wheel with one hand and placed it on your bare knee, rubbing calming circles around it. You two were alone so you were certain this was no longer the fake dating thing. This was just your best friend being there for you when you needed him the most.

“If anyone tries that shit again, just tell them you’re my girlfriend, alright? They have to be idiots to mess with you,” he spoke angrily.

“Fake girlfriend,” you reminded him sadly.

“That’s none of their business,” he replied, but didn’t correct you. Oh, how badly you wished to be his real girlfriend. To show him how much you cared for him.

“Why did you change so much over the summer?” you suddenly asked, while Seonghwa was driving you home.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Seonghwa responded harshly. “You don’t like my green hoodie and you also don’t like my leather jacket? There’s really no satisfying you, is there?”

“I didn’t mean your clothes,” you mumbled. “Just...your overall attitude towards me. Before the summer you used to let me squeeze your cheeks and sit in your lap and now you seem so...unapproachable. I’m just saying, we were closer when I was your best friend than we are now that I’m your fake girlfriend.”

Seonghwa stopped the car abruptly, making you blink in shock.

“I changed because I was sick of you treating me like a little boy and I wanted you to start seeing me as a man,” he admitted but without looking into your eyes.

“W-what are you saying?” you swallowed nervously.

“Nevermind.���

“No, you have to talk to me, Hwa!” you insisted desperately. “If you still consider me your best friend, be honest with me. Please.”

“This,” he gestured vaguely at you as he finally met your gaze. “This is exactly why I changed so much, Y/N. I don’t want to be your best friend anymore.”

His cruel words hurt you more than anything you’d ever experienced in your life. More than all the bullying, the slapping and getting pushed against a wall. Losing your best friend was your worst fear. But you had promised yourself to never be weak again. So the second he said that, you pulled the handle of the side door, attempting to get out of his car. Before you could do that, Seonghwa grabbed your hand, effectively keeping you in place.

“I want to be your boyfriend. For real this time,” he elaborated.

You stared at him in utter confusion.

“But...when I confessed, you acted like you didn’t care. Like I meant nothing to you.”

“Forget how I acted. I only offered the fake dating shit because I wanted to get closer to you again. Make up for the lost time during the summer. Do you honestly think I give a fuck about what Eunhee thinks or says about me? I just used that as an excuse. I’ve told her I’m not into her hundreds of times. And yes, maybe I have changed. Not because I don’t care about you. But because I do. You used to gush about Count Dracula and Darth Vader so much that I thought if I became the bad guy, you’d finally notice me. I wanted so terribly to impress you and make you stop seeing me as your adorable best friend that I got too lost in the feeling of holding power over you...Too lost to notice you liked me all along, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you whispered teary-eyed. “I do,” correcting yourself. “H-hwa, I’m so sorry to break it to you but-”

“If you reject me, I won’t be responsible for attempted murder,” Seonghwa interrupted you jokingly.

“I’m so sorry to break it to you,” you repeated with a sly smirk. “But no matter how hard you try to change, I will always see you as my adorable best friend. And though I have to admit I did stop teasing you temporarily, that was only because you suddenly started behaving like the dangerously sexy king of the high school. Can you blame me for feeling a little intimidated? I know I’ve said this before but I didn’t think me teasingly calling you Kermit would go this far. I never meant to hurt you, Hwa.”

“I know you didn’t, princess,” Seonghwa whispered, gently stroking your cheeks.

“And yes,” you smiled shyly, leaning into his touch.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to be your real girlfriend. It would be a dream come true.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled, as if the very idea seemed amusing to him. “How badly do you want it?”

“So badly, I would do anything for you, sir,” you uttered the last word without thinking much, your brain somehow recalling a time when you two had discussed how you’d enjoy being called by a potential significant other. In retrospect, that wasn’t really a thing best friends generally talked about.

“Sir?” Seonghwa grinned, leaning his head against your forehead. “Keep that up and your real girlfriend status will be confirmed.”

“I want to kiss you so much,” you were on the verge of begging. Oh, screw it. “Please, please, let me kiss you.”

He didn’t respond, just connected your lips with his own softly, taking his time with you. It was pure magic. You had thought about kissing your best friend thousands of times. But nothing compared to the reality. Parting your lips further to let his tongue in, you physically couldn’t prevent yourself from moaning into his mouth, overwhelmed by how good it felt. How insanely intoxicating he tasted. How you were burning alive and it would be the sweetest death imaginable.

“Not if I kiss you first,” Seonghwa said once he broke the kiss apart. “Oh, wait, I just did.”

What the hell...had just happened? Sneaking a peak at the time, you were suddenly panicking by how late it was.

“Holy shit, my parents are going to kill me!” you exclaimed. “Can you please drive me home?”

“Sure thing, princess,” he laughed, increasingly amused by your flustered self. “That’s exactly what I was intending to do anyways. I’m not in the habit of keeping little girls past their bed time.”

“Shut up, I’m not a little girl!” you complained. “I’m just a few months younger than you. Asshole.”

“Hey! Is that any way to speak to your devoted boyfriend?” Seonghwa scolded you teasingly.

Oh, God. You loved the sound of that. Your best friend was now your boyfriend. It still felt unreal.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mewled apologetically, already knowing how to make him weak for you with just one tiny word. “And thank you for taking me home.”

“Anytime,” Seonghwa smiled. “See you tomorrow, baby.”

You could get used to it. Reaching forward to open the door for you, he whispered in your ear:

“I’m taking you out on our first date. Doll yourself up for me, will you?”

You nodded, your heart beating too fast to actually manage a verbal response. After you got inside and suffered a brief interrogation from your parents (using the library+extra assignments excuse), you hurried up the stairs, took a quick shower and then went to bed. No sooner had you closed your eyes than your phone buzzed with notifications.

Kermit the Frog: You still up?

Kermit the Frog: For fear of sounding lame, I moss you already

Kermit the Frog: *Miss...damn autocorrect

You chuckled upon seeing his messages. Whatever demon possessed you to still keep that nickname in your chat, you knew you had to change it immediately. If he saw it on your first date tomorrow, you would never hear the end of it.

You: I’m awake, yes

You: And I moss you too 😉

You purposefully misspelled the word to tease him. After all, it was only in order.

Boyfie 🐸: That obnoxious Kermit nickname better be gone by tomorrow

He texted as if he’d read your mind and you gasped in surprise.

Boyfie 🐸: Or we’re having our first couple fight!!

You: How did you know?!?

Boyfie 🐸: Not my fault you keep your phone unlocked sometimes

Boyfie 🐸: I’m not kidding, change it right now 😡

You: Changed it already

You texted him back quickly, sending him a screenshot.

You: Can I at least keep the frog emoji? 🥺

Boyfie 🐸: NO!!! REMOVE IT OR WE BREAK UP 😡😡😡

You: Damnit, Hwa, your angery Aries is showing...okay, fineee

You sent another screenshot of the now changed emoji.

You: Happy now?

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Much better, princess 🤗🤗🤗

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Now go to sleep, we have early classes tomorrow

You: Wow, so bossy. Okay, sir, I’m going

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Good night, my baby 😘

You: Staaahp, ohmygosh. And good night, Hwa 🥺

The next morning you ran outside faster than The Flash as soon as you heard the oh-so-familiar honks. When you saw Seonghwa waiting there to pick you up, your heart did a backflip as you excitedly took the passenger seat.

“Good morning, boyfriend,” you greeted him and kissed his cheek. “This still feels so strange.”

“Well, you better get used to it, doll. Wow, you really cleaned up nicely today,” he complimented your pastel pink dress. “Not that you usually don’t! You’re always gorgeous, I just meant that you’re especially gorgeous and...nope, that also sounds wrong. Okay, I shut up now.”

“Relax,” you giggled. “It’s fine. I appreciate the effort. You don’t look so bad yourself. Oh, who am I kidding? You’re practically sex on legs 24/7. I think it’s time for me to shut up now.”

“You’re so cute when you get flustered. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Just you,” you admitted.

Once you walked into the school, it was like everyone noticed the subtle change in your dynamic. Because Seonghwa did something he never did before. He carried your bag and gave you his leather jacket! And Hwa’s friends were immediately onto you like bees to honey.

“I mean, I knew you guys were dating,” Seonghwa’s friend Yunho observed. “But I never saw the chemistry before, to be honest. Until now. I mean, come on, Y/N was like a loyal puppy, always following Hwa around.”

“Hey, don’t give him any ideas!” you joked.

“Too late. Already ordered the collar,” Seonghwa winked.

“Kinky. Can’t tell if I’m into it or want to cut off my ears,” Yunho grinned. “Probably both.”

“Nice chat, but we gotta head to class, Yu,” Seonghwa said because his friend was in a different class.

“See you for lunch?” Yunho suggested.

“Can’t. Already made plans with this little girl,” Hwa tilted his head towards you.

“Whoo, enjoy, then!”

“It’s not what it sounds like!” you groaned, feeling uncharacteristically embarassed.

“Isn’t it?” Seonghwa smirked mysteriously and pulled you towards the room you had class in.

“Nothing involving collars and puppies, I assure you!” you yelled (perhaps a little too loudly), twisting your head, not wanting to give Yunho and the rest of Seonghwa’s friends the wrong idea.

When your classes for the day were over, Seonghwa led you towards his car once again. You were a bit nervous to make a good impression on your first date. Even though it was silly. Your best friend of four years had surely made a first impression a long time ago.

“Where are we going?” you asked to break the awkward silence.

“It’s a surprise, princess. Can you be patient for me?”

“I can,” you promised dutifully and placed your tiny hand on top of his. “Anything for you, sir.”

Seonghwa lost focus on the road for the briefest of moments in order to give you a warning look. One look and that was all you needed to keep you quiet and obedient. Eventually, you realized where he was taking you. Though you hadn’t been to his place for a couple of months now, you couldn’t forget how the drive to Seonghwa’s home looked.

“I dressed myself up and we’re just going to your place?” you hmphed in playful annoyance. “So much for our glamorous first date.”

“Don’t underestimate the power of my cooking skills. Shit, I sorta ruined the surprise, didn’t I?”

“Aww, you were planning to cook for me on our first date? Hwaaa, I’ve only had you as a boyfriend for less than 24 hours and you’re already pulling out the big guns! I don’t mean to push my luck but if you’re cooking now, I’m trembling to witness our one month anniversary.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

“You’re very ambitious to think you can put up with me for an entire month.”

”Hwa, sweetie, I’ve put up with you for four years.”

“Not as your boyfriend, you haven’t.”

“We’ll talk again in 30 days,” you vowed enigmatically.

“Here we are,” Seonghwa announced once he parked in front of his home. “My parents are currently at work so you don’t need to worry about...well, anything, really.”

“What’s the supposed to mean?” for some reason his words made you even more worried.

“Nothing, I just meant you can...like, be yourself. There’s no one to impress.”

“There’s you,” you pointed out. “Don’t forget your parents already know me. And besides, you’re the only person I care about impressing.” 

“Not to stroke your ego, but you’ve already impressed me. After all, you’re the only one who’s had the audacity to compare me to a freaking muppet and survived.”

“Point taken,” you chuckled.

“Come on, let’s get inside,” Seonghwa suggested and the two of you entered his house. No matter how much you begged him to let you help with the cooking, he was insistent that he would do all the work. Said something about making up to you for the times you had to carry his bag or buy snacks to him and his friends. When you argued that you also had some making up to do for all the times you teased him a little too insensitively, he said that you agreeing to be his real girlfriend was enough to satisfy his wounded heart. Seeing that there was no point in arguing, you gave up and occupied yourself by mindlessly scrolling through social media. About an hour later, Seonghwa finally deemed his culinary masterpieces ready to be eaten. He allowed you to at least help set the table which you considered a small victory. The second you tried the first meal, you were so overwhelmed by the exquisite tastes that you spoke without thinking much.

“God, I wanna marry you.”

Seonghwa simply chuckled, amused by your unexpected reaction.

“Did I say that out loud?” you whispered, completely mortified, covering your mouth in embarassment.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Shit, I’m such a mess,” you mumbled.

“No, it’s fine. I take it as a compliment. Now, eat up before it gets cold. If my wicked plan works, you’ll have bought me a wedding ring by the time dessert arrives.”

“Truly wicked. I’m in danger,” you laughed and kept enjoying the various meals Seonghwa had prepared. 

Once the plates were empty, you felt so full and warm you couldn’t possibly move. And no, that wasn’t an exaggeration. Seonghwa had to physically carry you to the couch so that you two would re-watch Star Wars: Return of the Jedi together, warmly cuddled up under a blanket.

Suddenly, you were possessed by the urge to speak your mind and be as honest with him as possible. After hiding your true feelings for four years, now that you were finally given the chance to be yourself, you were feeling uncharacteristically brave.

“You know, even though I was messing around earlier, I had indeed daydreamed about marrying you back in our first year of high school. You were the first boy who ever treated me like I wasn’t the walking joke of the universe. The first who ever hung out with me not as a prank but because you actually saw me as a friend. When I started teasing you about your cute habits, I hope you know I never wished to hurt you. I just wanted to show you that I notice and appreciate every single detail about you. So, yeah, I really like you, Hwa. Have liked you for a long time.”

Seonghwa had paused the movie the second you started talking. And now that you were done sharing your thoughts, he seemed unable to say anything. The silence was a bit awkward so you interrupted it once again.

“I’m sorry, that was silly. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable so early in our re-”

This time, he interrupted you with a kiss, pulling you into his lap, just like the good old days. You smiled into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him.

“It wasn’t silly. I appreciate you saying all that,” Seonghwa reassured you. “And for the record, I know you meant well with all the teasing. In a sense, a part of me even suspected that you liked me back. But I was also feeling a bit insecure. I kept thinking that you could do so much better than go out with dorky Kermit guy who has an obsession with tidying up, you know? That you deserved someone else. But I couldn’t allow anyone else to be that someone. So, I changed myself.”

“Maybe you did change a little. But in my heart, you’re always going to be my Frog Prince Hwa.”

“I hate you so much,” he rolled his eyes.

“Naw, you don’t.”

“Fine. I hate that you’re right.”

Things between you and Seonghwa were going great. It had been three months since you two started dating for real. He was super attentive and caring towards you. However, you were a bit bummed out since not much changed compared to his behaviour as your best friend and as your boyfriend. Sure, you did start kissing each other and occasionally making out (which wasn’t exactly a best friend activity). But there was one thing that still had not happened. And the more time passed, the more anxious you felt to bring it up.

One evening, you had miraculously convinced your parents to let you have a sleepover at Seonghwa’s place. After insisting that nothing out of the ordinary was going on between you two and even if something unusual did happen (which you highly doubted but secretly hoped for), you were going to use protection (and no, you were certainly not referring to Seonghwa’s collection of action figures who carried weapons).

As you and your boyfriend were enjoying your snacks while watching TV from the comfort of his bed, you couldn’t help but finally raise the question that had been tormenting your mind for a while now.

“S-seonghwa...do you not find me attractive?”

“What the hell are you asking me that for? Would you be my girlfriend if I didn’t find you attractive?”

“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never dated anyone before so...I was just wondering if there’s a particular reason why we still haven’t...taken things to the next level?”

“The next level?” he chuckled. “Relationships aren’t video games. And to answer your question, the reason’s actually the exact opposite of your concerns. We haven’t done anything more than making out because I find you ridiculously attractive. And it’s taking every last inch of my self-restraint to not pressure you into something you’re not comfortable with. I just wanted to wait until you’re ready.”

“Ready? So you knew that I haven’t...with anyone...yet?” you purposefully left out some words because you were feeling incredibly shy discussing this with Seonghwa.

“Of course I knew, princess. You’re my best friend. And my girlfriend.”

“Well, that’s a relief, at least. That you’re not repulsed by my...inexperience.”

“Why would I be when we’re in the same boat?”

“We are?” you whispered in shock.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Seonghwa laughed. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you since forever. Did you honestly think I would just screw anyone else?”

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t have options,” you pointed out, referring to all the potential love interests swarming around him like bees. “Unlike me.”

“Are you regretful, little girl?” he inquired, running a lazy finger across your cheek. “Jealous?”

“No, I just...want to be the best for you, sir,” you confessed nervously.

“You’re already the best I could hope for,” Seonghwa responded and kissed you hungrily, burying his hands into your hair.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” you curiously needed to know. “That you haven’t either...”

“It’s not something that comes up in everyday conversation?” he pointed out. “What was I supposed to say? Hi, bestie, let’s have lunch together. Oh and by the way, I’m a hopeless virgin pining over you?”

“You’re right,” you laughed. “It would have made things awkward.”

“Now, unless you have any other pressing issues, I suggest we go back to kissing.”

And without giving you the time to argue, Seonghwa devoured your lips rightaway, gently pushing you down so that your back hit the sheets. Then, he started slowly taking off your jeans. Anxiously trembling under his vigorous touch, you placed a hand against his chest. He immediately noticed and put a temporary halt to his ministrations.

“We don’t have to do this right now,” he comforted you with all the seriousness in his voice.

“No, I want to, I swear,” you nodded eagerly.

“Princess, you’re literally shaking,” Seonghwa remarked.

“What’s wrong with me?” you sighed.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect. Tell me to stop if you feel even the slightest hint of hesitation or discomfort and I will, I promise.”

“I know you would, Hwa. I trust you. But even if I’m a bit nervous, I want to do this with you. Please?”

“Well, I can’t deny you since you’re asking so nicely,” he grinned and continued where he left off. “Can I get rid of these?” Seonghwa inquired, carefully pushing your panties to the side.

“Yes, you can do anything to me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you really shouldn’t have said that,” he chuckled darkly and tore your underwear savagely. You couldn’t even gather the energy to complain about the ruination of your new pair, you were far too turned on by Seonghwa’s aggressive nature to care. He didn’t waste any more time, grabbing your thighs to hold them in place, he began licking your pussy with his tongue and stimulating it with his long fingers. It didn’t take long for you to start squirming beneath his touch, helplessly moaning his name. He didn’t cease his merciless movements until you reached your orgasm. When your breathing finally eased, you gathered the energy to speak again:

“I thought you said you’ve never done this before? How were you so...so...”

“So good?” Seonghwa smirked confidently and bit his lower lip. “I mean...I’ve seen videos. Read some things here and there.”

“Honestly? I think you’re a god.”

“You’ll have to stop complimenting me so much or I’ll develop a god complex,” he joked. “What do you want to do next, baby?”

“I want to suck you off,” you mumbled.

“Who taught you such dirty language?”

“Hey! I read, too,” you pouted and assuredly made your way towards the carpet next to his bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Seonghwa asked.

“Aren’t I supposed to kneel in order to pleasure you, sir?”

“Princesses never kneel,” he instructed and got up from the bed, urging you to lie down with your head hanging from the very edge of the bed and make yourself comfortable. “Open up that pretty little mouth for me, will you?”

You did as he asked obediently and even went the extra mile to stick your tongue out. Unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the side, Seonghwa was quick to follow your wishes and let his cock spring free from his jeans. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his monstrous size. Seeing your worries if it will fit reflected in your eyes, he expressed his concern for you:

“Are you sure about this?”

“Please, please, I need you,” you whimpered without thinking, eager to have a taste. Without making you wait any longer, Seonghwa pushed the tip of his cock inside, gently letting your cheeks get used to the unfamiliar feeling. Slowly, he went deeper, allowing you to acquaint yourself with the stretch. When you kept blinking at him in anticipation, he realized you were ready for more and began moving faster, fucking into your mouth at a steady pace. As he neared his high, his motions became less controlled you were sucking more intently, impatient to swallow every last drop of him.

“Shit, I’m going to-” he attempted to break away, but you managed to wrap your hands at the back of his legs in order to keep his cock inside your mouth. 

Seconds later, he released his cum and you began drinking it thirstily. When you had made certain that no drop was wasted, you finally let go of his legs, allowing your boyfriend’s dick to dangle freely outside of your mouth.

“You’re fucking incredible,” Seonghwa praised you and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. “My incredible girl.”

“I’m only yours, sir,” you mumbled, way too affected by him.

“You like this, don’t you?” he mocked you teasingly.

“Yes, sir, I want to belong to you,” you whimpered and turned around to pull him back into bed.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Seonghwa smiled fondly and took a mysterious package out of the back pocket of his jeans. Soon enough, you realized what it was, as he started lining up the condom on his cock.

“Oooh, I brought one of those, as well!” you exclaimed in surprise.

“You came here on a mission, didn’t you? Wicked little thing,” he tsked in fake disapproval.

“It’s not my fault you’re walking around like an Adonis,” you defended yourself boldly.

“You’re one to speak. Freaking goddess,” Seonghwa complimented you and slowly began unbuttoning your shirt you had somehow forgotten you were still wearing. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, always making sure you were feeling safe.

“More than okay,” you consented. Left in nothing but your baby pink bra, you unintentionally shivered at the sudden cold air surrounding you. Soon after that, Seonghwa undid the clasps and you were now only wearing your birthday suit. Feeling a bit timid, you self-consciously covered your breasts and broke eye contact with your boyfriend.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” he pressed the palm of his hand against your cheek. “Do you want to stop?”

You weakly shook your head and somehow managed to gather the strength to look into his beautifully dark eyes once again.

“Then, let me see you, yeah?” Seonghwa nudged your hands away gently. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

You blushed at his sudden praise and allowed him to have a look. But seconds later, you were getting a bit impatient.

“Please, Hwa, I want you so much.”

“Anything for my princess,” he chuckled and coaxed his tip at your entrance slowly. When you gave him a sign he could go deeper, his movements became bolder. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

“M-more, sir, I swear I can do this,” you begged as you were beginning to unravel beneath him. As he fucked you faster into oblivion, you were no longer thinking straight and his name was the only word you were capable of uttering. Over and over again. Until you both came, blissfully lost in each other’s arms.

“Here, let me clean you up,” Seonghwa offered sweetly, picking you up with little effort and carrying you to the bathtub. 

When he started shampooing your hair, rubbing body lotion into your sensitive skin and covering your neck with soft kisses, you couldn’t stop your tears from falling, touched by his infinite tenderness and by the sheer intimacy of the gesture.

“Darling, are you crying?” he questioned you upon hearing your hiccups.

“N-no,” you lied but it was useless, because it was quite obvious you were, in fact, bawling your eyes out.

“Did I hurt you, my sweet princess?” Seonghwa asked in concern.

“How...how could you think that?” you whimpered. “You’ve been nothing but kind and caring towards me. It’s just that...this is the first time I’ve felt so...special, so worthy, so...”

“Loved?” he offered the word you had been seeking for but had been too scared to utter out loud.

“Y-yeah,” you confirmed shyly. “Is it too early to say this? I’m sorry if it is but...I love you, Seonghwa.”

He simply stared at you in disbelief for a couple of seconds. This time, you were once again the one to break the deafening silence.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just...I wanted you to know. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way but-”

“I love you too, baby. Of course I do,” Seonghwa reassured you. “And I’m not just saying it, I don’t feel obliged to say it. As my best friend, you know me better than anyone else. And you know I don’t do things unless I want to. So, believe me when I say this.”

“Fuck,” you uttered and only started crying harder in his arms.

“Shhh, you’re safe with me, sweetheart. I would never harm you,” he comforted you and stroked your hair lovingly, putting all your worries and self-doubts at the very back of your head.

After you were all dried up from the bath and had put on your boyfriend’s shirt while he was still in the shower, you were feeling uncharacteristically confident. Confident enough to look for something you hadn’t seen for a while. You had been wondering if he had it hanging around somewhere in his wardrobe. And after a short period of rummaging you found your treasure. The green hoodie. The Kermit hoodie. You smiled mischievously as you changed into it. It still smelled like him, you beamed. Back when he was simply your best friend, the amount of times you had fantasized about him lending it to you should have been illegal. So now that you had been promoted to his girlfriend, you simply couldn’t let such an opportunity pass you by.

Once Seonghwa got out of the shower, water droplets running down the divine skin on his bare chest, you were too busy staring at him in all his beauty and glory to notice the angry look on his face.

“How did you even find this? It was hidden so well in my wardrobe,” he scowled.

“Don’t be mad,” you pouted adorably. “I look so cute in it, right?”

“Cuter than me, that’s for sure,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes and tickled your belly.

“That’s impossible, you make the cutest Kermit,” you giggled, enjoying how easy it was to get on his nerves.

“You’ll never let me live this down, will you?” he groaned.

“Never ever, my stunning Frog Prince,” you vowed and kissed him quickly, taking him by surprise. His eyes widened in shock and he seemed too flustered to continue scolding you.

“You’re in luck today. Nothing can ruin my good mood,” Seonghwa was determined.

“Great,” you grinned gleefully. “Cause from now on, I intend on making all your days filled with joy.”

“From now on?” he chuckled sarcastically. “Oh, princess, my days have been filled with nothing but joy ever since I met you.”

And indeed, both Seonghwa’s days and yours were nothing but pure happiness ever since you decided to make your relationship real. And despite his foolish statement that he no longer wanted to be your best friend, you had somehow managed to convince him that he was both your boyfriend and bestie and that was perfectly okay. As if in the blink of an eye, spring came which meant that the whole school was in nervous excitement about the upcoming prom. Generally, you weren’t the type to get overwhelmed about such a trivial topic. But now that you were dating Seonghwa, the most popular guy in the school, you couldn’t help but worry a little. What if he wanted to go with someone else? Someone equal in “status”? Your worries and insecurities further intensified when he started asking questions in a weird way.

“I need your help,” Seonghwa blurted out over lunch.

“Shoot.”

“Okay, so, I have this friend. And he really likes this girl and wants to ask her to prom. What do you think would make her happy?”

You blinked in surprise. You knew that when people pulled the “I’m just asking for a friend” card, they were most likely talking about themselves. Was he seriously thinking of inviting another girl to prom? You tensed a little but tried really hard to remain neutral in your answer and actually make an attempt to help your bestie.

“I mean, all girls are different,” you reasoned. “If you describe her to me, maybe I’ll be able to give a more appropriate suggestion.”

“She’s a bit like you. You know, kinda bookish and-”

“It’s alright, Seonghwa, you can say it. I’m a nerd.”

“Well, yes, but...”

“It’s not exactly a slur,” you chuckled coldly.

“I know, but that’s what your bullies in middle school called you. I didn’t mean to sound insensitive,” Hwa put his hand on top of yours in a gentle, comforting manner.

“It’s fine when if you say it,” you smiled. “I won’t get offended.”

“I was going to say my friend’s crush is intelligent like you but, oh well.”

“That does sound better, I admit,” you giggled.

“She’s also a bit shy and introverted so maybe she wouldn’t enjoy a public promposal. Crowds tend to make her nervous,” Seonghwa observed.

“Seems like you didn’t need my help after all,” you scoffed playfully.

“No, I do! I still haven’t come up with an actual way to propose. I mean, for my friend.”

“Right. Your friend. Well, he can’t go wrong with some poetry under her balcony. If she has one, that is.”

“I’m pretty sure she does.” Seonghwa smirked. “Alright, thanks.”

He jumped from his seat, not even having finished his lunch.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I gotta prepare my friend’s promposal,” he shrugged and disappeared from your sight, leaving you a bit crest-fallen. If he was intending on asking you, he wouldn’t have turned to you for help, right? That would sorta ruin the element of surprise, wouldn’t it? And yet, you knew that Seonghwa wasn’t the type to care about people’s opinions and randomly ask a more popular girl out because of public demand. And he definitely wasn’t the kind of person to just date you for kicks and then ditch you at prom. Despite those very logical reasons, you couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

A week later, you realized all your worries had been for nothing. It was a Sunday morning and you had just finished having breakfast with your family. You were leisurely reading on your bed when you heard some suspicious noises coming from your window. You looked up from your book and you could swear you saw tiny rocks hitting the glass! You jumped up angrily, half-expecting to find a bunch of neighbour kids pulling a prank. But you were surprised when you spotted your boyfriend standing under your balcony. Wearing his iconic green hoodie.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, though a hopeful part of you already knew the answer.

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,” he recited diligently in a song-like manner.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his overdramatic acting but it was the effort that touched you immensely.

“And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!” he continued sweetly.

You were so in love with this man it was insane.

“Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return,” Seonghwa kept going.

You couldn’t resist the urge to leap off the balcony. It was just the second floor so what could possibly go wrong? Other than a scraped knee and a bit of a limp. God, you were such an idiot.

“Shit, are you okay?” Seonghwa asked in terror and wrapped his arms around you.

“The excruciating pain is worth it if I get to hug you like this,” you grinned, leaning against him for support.

“Why couldn’t you just walk down the stairs like a normal person?”

“And what’s romantic about that?” you joked. “Jumping off a balcony makes for a much better story.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Only for you, my sweet Frogmeo!” you teased and kissed his cheek.

“Wait, I wasn’t finished!” Seonghwa exclaimed excitedly, not bothering to act offended about your obsession with him and that Kermit hoodie. “There was something about cheeks, I swear.”

“See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!” you helped him out dutifully.

“O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!” he finished proudly and placed his palm against your cheek.

“Only you could possibly mix Romeo and Juliet with The Frog Prince and somehow make it work,” you praised him.

“Does that mean you’ll go to prom with me?” Seonghwa tilted his head to the side adorably.

“Of course I will, baby,” you responded happily.

“Thank God, ‘cause learning that monologue drained my soul and brain,” he whistled playfully.

“You know, you had me worried there for a second,” you confessed reluctantly, because you didn’t want to keep any secrets from your doting boyfriend.

“When?” Seonghwa asked in confusion.

“Lunchtime. A week ago. When you asked me for advice. I thought that...”

“That I would ask someone else?” he correctly guessed your suspicions. And you nodded. “Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?”

“No, you’re perfect. In fact, too perfect. It makes me feel like I don’t deserve you.”

Seonghwa smiled sadly and kissed the top of your head. But he wasn’t angry with you. Just wanted to erase those silly thoughts from your mind.

“You deserve so much more, princess. But I’ll try my best to give you all I can.”

“As will I,” you promised and mischievously pulled the drawstrings on his hoodie, making his face squished adorably.

“If this is the best you’re capable of, I dread to see your worst,” he shook his head in amusement.

“Prince Frogmeo and the Nerdy Princess,” you sighed wistfully. “That would make a hell of a fairy tale, wouldn’t it?”

“How about Kermit the Frog whoops the Princess’s ass for being a brat?” Seonghwa threatened jokingly.

“You know what? I wouldn’t say no to that,” you giggled and started running away from him. “If you catch me first!”

Prom night arrived and despite all the preparations and excitements around it, it was nothing special in itself. What made it special, however, were the moments you spent with Seonghwa. Just dancing and talking seemed to be enough to make your heart leap with joy. And the smile never left your face the entire night.

“School’s really ending, huh?” you spoke aloud without thinking, while you were swaying slightly to the music in your boyfriend’s arms.

“This isn’t the end of us. We’ll go to college, we’ll grow up. The best is yet to come, darling.”

“You know what I meant,” you replied, a hint of sadness tinging your tone. “In college, I’ll study Literature, you’ll study Music. We’ll no longer be able to sit next to each other in class or exchange notes or hold hands under the desk.”

“We’ll do all sorts of other things,” Seonghwa responded cheerfully, trying to think positive. “We’ll have study dates in college, we’ll visit new restaurants and make more memories together. Just because high school is over, doesn’t mean we are. I’m not giving up on my best friend ever.”

“Your girlfriend,” you corrected him playfully.

“My best friend,” he repeated. “You were right. Being in love with each other doesn’t nullify our friendship. Both are equally important to me. You are the most important to me.”

“God, Hwa, how can you say such things so easily?”

“Is your heart fluttering?” your boyfriend and best friend teased you, swirling you around while dancing. You were met with his beautiful dark gaze again as he murmured: “Hi, princess.”

“H-hi, S-seonghwa,” you chuckled in response.

And you were finally home.

The End