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[gyubakeries]

Hi! Can you write a story about Junhui? He & the reader met accidentally like in a bar, Jun is kinda hiding to have some time off then it escalated to smut, kinda rough & passionate at the same time. Thanks!

𝗼𝗳𝗳-𝗱𝘂𝘁𝘆 | w.jh

a/n: hi anon! thanks for requesting!! my mind went on its own trip after reading the request, so i hope this is what you had in mind! this took way too long to answer 😭 i hope it's turned out well!

word count: 4.1k contents: NSFW content , junhui x afab!reader , idol!junhui , alcohol consumption , explicit sexual content , reader gets insecure for a sec , jun helps with that , hopeful ending , nsfw warnings below the cut!

nsfw warnings: mdni! 18+ , rough sex , protected sex , fingering (f. receiving) , using spit as lube , slight mentions of choking

it was your best friend, yerim's birthday, and to celebrate, you and your group of girls found yourselves at a bar, dancing and downing shots like there was no tomorrow.

it was an experience you desperately needed. after recently having been dumped by your shitty ex because he needed 'more in the bedroom', he left you feeling insecure about yourself.

your group of girls had been enraged upon hearing this, and they didn't let you mope around over him for a bit. so here you were, wearing your tiniest dress and filling your bloodstream up with liquid courage, waiting to find the right man for the night.

so far, your prospects weren't promising.

whatever confidence had been built up over the course of the night was slowly ebbing away, and you were a little disappointed. not wanting to ruin the mood of the other girls, you quietly excused yourself to the bathroom.

just as you are pushing yourself through the crowds of people gathered in the club, you find yourself tripping on someone's outstretched leg, and great, now you're going to fall right on your face and-

the fall never comes.

instead, a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you up against a sturdy chest.

"i'm so sorry! i didn't see you walking, and you tripped on my leg. are you okay?" your saviour asks you, but the bass-boosted edm makes it hard to hear anything.

"can we go somewhere quiet? i can't hear you well!" you yell loudly, and the stranger guides you towards the back of the club. the loud music fades away as you finally face the stranger who saved you.

and god damn.

his eyes held a piercing gaze that made you feel weirdly exposed, even though you were fully clothed. his features were sharp and defined, and you were certain you could cut yourself on his jawline. it was that sharp.

"um," you mumble, taken aback by how beautiful this stranger was. "i'm y/n."

"i'm junhui," the stranger replies, and the name sounds familiar, but you can't quite place it. "again, i'm really sorry about the-"

"it's alright," you wave his apology off. "no harm, no foul." you chuckle, and the beautiful man lets out an equally beautiful laugh.

before you could take the conversation further, junhui's phone starts ringing. he shoots you an apologetic glance and steps away to take the call. he doesn't stray away too far, so you can clearly hear him talking to someone named jeonghan on the phone.

wait. jeonghan?

"sorry, my friend called," junhui says, making you snap back to reality.

"you’re the junhui? from seventeen?" you almost shriek, and junhui's eyes go wide.

he hurriedly places a hand over your mouth to shut you up, pushing you up against the wall in the process.

"don't scream that loudly, please," he whispers, and from being this close to him, you can see a hint of tiredness in his eyes. "no one knows i'm here, and no one can find out."

you nod, promising to stay silent, so he removes his hand, but never moves away from you. instead, the distance between you two seems to grow even shorter.

"are you running away or something?" you ask jokingly.

"i just needed a break," junhui sighs. "the company wouldn't let any of us near a bar without supervision, so i snuck out. are you a fan?"

"ah, i'm actually not," you reply awkwardly. "i've heard about you all a lot, but i don't really listen to music in general. my friend is crazy about seventeen though. she even carries a mingyu photocard around, hoping to bump into him someday."

junhui seems a bit more relaxed at your confession. "that's actually refreshing. usually we bump into fans any time we're outside the dorms, so meeting someone who doesn't know us is a good change."

"it must be tiring," you say, wondering how idols have the capacity to be on their best behavior at all times in case they run into fans. "anyways, i'm taking up your break time, so i'll leave you to it."

"wait!" junhui says, holding onto your wrist to stop you from leaving. "i mean, you can totally say no, but i want to get to know you more. we could, uh, get out of here and go somewhere more private? i don't mean it in, like, a sexual way or anything. not unless you want it."

you can't help but blush at how blunt he is with his offer. you're intrigued by junhui, and not just because of his job. he looks like an interesting person to get to know, and you wouldn't mind spending some time with him, especially not if its sex.

"i'll take you up on your offer then," you smile. "why don't you wait outside and get a cab, and i'll let my friends know i'm leaving?"

"okay," junhui agrees easily. and in one swift movement, he leans in to peck your cheek. the moment is over in the blink of an eye, and all you can see is his face turning red as he all but runs towards the exit of the bar.

you giggle to yourself as you make your way to your friends. in favor of respecting junhui's privacy, you just let them know that you're heading home early. after a few hugs, (and two shots that your friend forced you to take) you're stumbling out of the bar, slightly tipsy.

the crisp winter air greets you, instantly making you shiver. you regret wearing such a short dress that barely covers anything, but soon enough, a jacket is being draped over your shoulders, blanketing you in warmth.

"you should've brought something warm," junhui tsks, his arm still wrapped around your shoulders, so you nuzzle into his embrace. he's wearing a mask that covers his face, but you can't help yourself from admiring how beautiful his eyes look, the soft glow of streetlights reflecting off them.

after giving your address to the driver, the cab journey is spent in exchanging small talk. junhui encourages you to talk about your work, and you ask about his life back in china. talking to him felt light-hearted and comfortable, but the air in the cab was charged with sexual tension.

you couldn't keep your gaze off his droopy, sensual eyes, or the way his deep voice reverberated in your chest, causing arousal to stir in your gut.

he was just as affected by your presence. his eyes kept glancing down at the way your dress had ridden up, exposing more of your thigh, and the sweet, intoxicating scent of your perfume had him hooked.

it wasn't a surprise when junhui crowded you against the door of your apartment the second you entered, claiming your lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

his hands grab at your waist, and you weave your fingers in his soft, black hair, pulling slightly. a groan escapes him at your action, and he pulls away from the kiss, panting as he stares into your eyes.

"do that again."

you comply, tugging a bit harder on his hair as he covers your neck in angry, red marks, biting and sucking on the exposed skin. you gasp at the feeling of his teeth grazing against the skin of your collarbones next, adding more marks to the ones he'd already left before.

"jun- jun," you gasp. "bedroom, please."

"alright, pretty," he agrees easily, pulling away from you. "lead the way."

he intertwines his hand with yours, and you giggle at the warmth the simple gesture brings to you. tugging on his hand slightly, you lead him to your bedroom, thanking every divine force for making you clean your room before you left for the night.

the bed is perfectly made, and you had even lit up a tiramisu-scented candle before leaving for the party, the lingering scent filling up your room.

you look at junhui observing all the details of your room, his eyebrows raised as he nodded at the decor. "what, does it not suit your taste, mr. famous celebrity?" you tease, your hands going up to the back of your dress to unzip the zipper holding it up.

junhui's eyes flit towards you, and he smiles. "on the contrary, your room looks much more fit to be a celebrity's bedroom. mine is terribly messy and boring," he then moves closer to you, spinning you around and taking your hands off your zipper. "let me help you?"

you nod to give him permission, so with gentle hands, he quickly unzips your dress, placing kisses on your spine as more skin is revealed. soon, the fabric is slipping off your shoulders and you shrug the dress off.

you move away from junhui, crawling onto the bed and laying down right in the middle, propping yourself up against your pillows. "your turn," you prompt him, and he reacts quickly, untucking his shirt and pulling it off, taking his shoes and socks off, undoing his belt and stepping out of the slacks he'd been wearing. he joins you on the bed only in his underwear, slotting himself between your spread legs and hovering over you.

and then, a sudden wave of insecurity courses through you. it was unusual, because you've never felt so doubtful of your performance in bed. as if on cue, your ex boyfriend's words echo in your head.

"she was too boring in bed, i couldn't put up with that for long."

almost as if a switch has been flipped inside you, you shy away from junhui's intense gaze, wrapping your arms around yourself to hide your body from him.

"hey, what's wrong?" junhui asks, immediately picking up on your discomfort. he moves up to kneel between your legs, instead of hovering above you. "we can stop, if you want."

"i- it's stupid," you groan, your ears feeling warm because of the embarrassment you felt. "i'm sorry, i probably just ruined the mood."

"not at all," he immediately counters, his eyes softening as he looks at you with care. "is everything okay?"

you exhale loudly. for some reason, junhui's presence made it so easy for you to open up to him about whatever's been weighing you down after you broke up with your ex boyfriend.

"it's my ex," you explain. "he left me because he said i was never enough in bed, and he got bored. i guess i'm feeling a little shitty about myself because of it."

junhui's eyebrows furrow at your words. you expect him to get a little weirded out and awkwardly back out from sleeping with you, but to your surprise, he touches your arms gently. "can i see you, please?"

the soft tone of his voice soothes you, and you nod, moving your arms away. he leans down to press soft kisses to your upper body, muttering words between every kiss.

"you're gorgeous, y/n," he says, his eyes locked on yours. the heat that had been building up in your core is rekindled as his kisses become less soft and more sharp. "i'm sure your ex has no idea what he's missing out on. if it's okay with you, i'd like to prove it to you that you're much better than whatever he said about you."

with that, his tongue flicks your nipple over the lacy fabric of your bra, and you gasp sharply, arching up into his touch. "yes, please," you nod too eagerly, your earlier worries forgotten.

smirking against your skin, junhui unclasps your bra, his mouth latching onto one breast as he kneads the other with his hand. you bring up your hands to thread your fingers through his hair, keeping him pressed into your chest, the stimulation too good to be taken away.

when he moves his mouth to your other breast, one hand trails lower, slipping past the waistband of your panties. his fingers quickly reach your pussy, rubbing the folds with a sort of impatience.

"shit, you're so wet and i haven't even done anything," he taunts you, all while spreading your folds apart and pressing them together, creating a soft, squelching sound.

"please, need it in me," you whine, hips rolling up to get some friction on your clit, or his fingers inside you.

"i'll give it to you," junhui promises, sounding a bit too solemn for someone who's about to finger you, but you don't really care. "can i ask one thing before i go ahead though?"

his movements halt for a moment, and you realize that his question requires a clear answer from you, so you gesture for him to continue.

"do you mind if i'm a bit rough?" he asks, a little timid. "nothing too crazy, and if you want it to be slow, then i'm okay with that too! i just wanted to make sure we're on the same page."

you blush heavily at his question, but you appreciate it nonetheless. "yeah, rough works for me," you agree. "just don't be mean, please? everything else is okay."

his eyes light up with your permission. "how do you feel about choking?"

the next question has you, ironically, choking on air. you've never really given it a thought, which led you to think that maybe it was your ex who was boring in bed.

"i think i'd like it," you answer shyly, and junhui swoops in for a kiss, hands gripping your waist tightly.

"perfect," he breathes out, pressing his lips against yours again. "let me know if it gets too much, okay? i'll prep you now."

you hum a sound of consent against his lips, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer.

junhui all but rips your panties off, flinging them off in some random direction behind him. (it landed on your poor stuffed teddy bear's head.) he pulls away from the kiss, shifting his attention to your pussy, lips parted and eyes blown wide as he takes in the sight of your glistening folds and twitching hole.

"if i didn't have early morning schedules, i would have loved to eat you out," junhui remarks, humming as he licks up your arousal from his fingers.

"if it's in the cards, you can do it next time," you suggest, your voice airy. "can we focus on the present moment and the lack of prep work you said you'd be doing?"

"damn, princess, you know i'll give it to you," junhui chuckles. "don't get so impatient. i promised you a good time."

"then show me."

your words seemed to be like a trigger for junhui, judging from the way he immediately thrusts one finger into your hole, and you let out a long, drawn-out whine. it's been a while since you've touched yourself, and even longer since the last time you had sex, so every touch feels sensitive to you.

smiling smugly at your reaction, junhui thrusts the finger into you slowly, waiting for you to relax before he adds another finger, scissoring you open.

"shit, your fingers fill me up s'good," you moan, loving the way junhui's slender fingers reached places you couldn't on your own. at the praise, junhui's fingers curl up inside you, brushing against your g-spot and you cry out.

"more! there, please," you whine, clenching around his fingers. "god, you're so tight around my fingers," junhui groans, taking up the sight of your cunt swallowing up two of his fingers. "can't imagine how warm you'd feel around my cock."

"want it in me, please junnie," the endearment slips off your tongue. even though it was mindless on your end, it somehow fuels junhui further, the thrust of his fingers getting faster as he mercilessly rubs your g-spot.

"'m ready, jun," you mumble, trying to string together coherent words. "take me, i need it."

taking pity on your dishevelled state, junhui takes his fingers out of you abruptly, making you whine at the loss of it. "where are the condoms, beautiful?"

"top drawer, to the left," you instruct, and junhui leans over to your bedside table to get the condoms from your drawer. "they're the perfect size, did you know i was gonna come over?" he jokes, taking out a condom and tearing the foil wrapper open.

"my ex used the same ones," you admit. "never got around to replacing them."

something flares up in junhui at your admission. he hasn't known you for long, and certainly has no idea of who your ex was, but he suddenly feels determined to make the sex even better for you.

"well, i hope you know that i'm going to fuck you better than he ever could," he huffs, trying his best not to let his irrational jealousy show. with that, he pulls his boxers down, his cock slapping against his stomach as the fabric is removed.

your mouth waters at the sight of him, and any thoughts about your ex have left your mind a long time ago. you had no doubt that junhui could treat you much better than he did. eager to get a closer look, you prop yourself up on your elbows, taking the condom from him.

"let me do it," you gaze up at him. you wrap a hand around his length, almost moaning at how heavy and hot it felt in your palm. you stroke it a few times, the slide too dry to be pleasurable, but you come up with a quick fix. you roll the condom down his length, and then spit into your palm, stroking him again to cover his cock in the wetness.

junhui groans from above you, loving the way your hand looks, wrapped around his cock, your deep red manicure contrasting against the dark skin.

"fuck, you're handsy, hm?" he pants, trying to stay composed. "how about we get to the actual fucking now?"

"yes, please," you all but beg, laying against the pillows again, legs automatically spreading open to let junhui settle between them again. junhui grabs the base of his cock, positioning the tip at your entrance, pressing against it lightly.

"just push it in already- oh," you feel the breath getting knocked out of your lungs as junhui fills you up in one rough thrust, his length buried to the hilt inside you.

"i'll take care of you, princess," junhui assures you. "sit back and enjoy the ride."

he pulls out till only his tip is inside you, and then thrusts back in quickly, punching a surprised moan out of you. your hands wrap around his shoulders as his thrusts get hard and rough, his pace relentless. you're completely fucked out, your brain devoid of any thoughts, only junhui's name falling past your lips.

meanwhile, junhui feels like he's losing his mind. your tight, wet heat engulfing him has his hips rocking into you faster, his climax building up gradually.

you gasp at the shift in the angle when junhui throws your legs over his shoulders, his cock somehow reaching deeper inside of you. at that moment, you realize that he'd also promised you something else.

eyeing his free hand, which was just holding your hip as he fucked into you, you grab it by the wrist, pulling his hand up to your throat, looking up at him expectantly.

"you're gonna be the death of me, y/n," junhui growls, his fingers wrapping themselves around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure and cutting off your airflow.

the sensation is almost magical. you can't breathe, and even though the thought should be scary, you can only feel yourself getting more aroused, clenching around junhui even tighter.

tears gather in your eyes as he chokes you a bit harder, his thrusts getting faster in pace too. your orgasm is building up quickly, and you bring your hand to your clit, rubbing it harshly in tandem to his thrusts.

"so close," you wheeze, trying your best to speak while getting choked. "harder, junnie, c'mon."

junhui rams into you at an almost animalistic pace, the bed creaking under the strength of his efforts to give you your best orgasm. "i'm close too, princess. let me feel you come on my cock, please."

your eyes roll to the back of your head as junhui takes his hand away from your throat in favor of twisting your nipple as he keeps up his relentless pace, making you scream out loud.

"shit, i'm coming!" you all but scream. your body goes rigid for a moment as your orgasm crashes down upon you. your chest heaves with the intensity of the orgasm, and the overstimulation from junhui's thrusts makes you whine loudly.

"'m close too, princess, hang on," junhui grunts. his release isn't too far away, not with the way your hole keeps squeezing his cock, as if it never wants him to leave. he comes a while later, filling up the condom as his hips finally stop moving.

for a few minutes, only the sounds of your loud breathing can be heard in your bedroom.

"that was amazing," you pant, curling closer to junhui, who was now laying beside you.

"you were amazing," junhui replies, with that easy charm of his that makes you blush. "let's get you cleaned up, hm?"

with a bit of reluctancy from your end to leave the bed, junhui drags you to your bathroom. you both quickly shower together, and he gently washes your hair too. then, while you did your skincare, junhui found some fresh bedsheets to change the stained ones.

once you're both dried off, you give junhui one of your older brother's t-shirts and shorts, an old ratty band t-shirt that you had stolen from him years ago, and basketball shorts he had left at your apartment when he last visited you.

junhui wastes no time in getting into bed, and you follow soon after. this part feels awkward, even after having shared an intimate moment with junhui.

"what's on your mind?" junhui asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. you notice how he's left a respectful distance between you both on the bed, and your heart aches a little.

"it's a shame that this was a one-time thing," you smile sadly.

"it doesn't have to be," junhui frowns. "i did say i would eat you out some day."

you laugh at his words. you wish it was that easy, but reality was a bit more harsh.

"correct me if i'm wrong, but your career doesn't allow a lot of room for all this, right?" you ask, breaking your gaze away from him.

junhui reaches out to hold your chin, tilting your head up so that you look at him. "idols date around a lot, nowadays," he explains. "we'd just have to be careful with where we're meeting, but otherwise it's alright. a few of my own bandmates have girlfriends, and it's going well."

"i know, but i don't do casual sex, junhui," you sigh. "after my last breakup, especially, i haven't been doing well, as you saw. i'm incapable of just casually sleeping around without catching feelings, which doesn't always end well for me."

"hey, look i know it's too soon, but i don't think i want you just for casual sex," junhui says. "i'll be frank with you, there will be times where i may be too busy to even call you, and we'd have to text a lot more often, but that doesn't mean i don't want to try."

"it might be silly, but i felt drawn to you before you tripped over my shoe at the bar. i was just too shy to come up to you. but when i got the opportunity to talk to you, to come back to your place, it felt kinda like fate, y'know?"

you do know. even though junhui was someone you'd met a few hours ago, you already felt a connection with him, past all the physical intimacy. and you knew that he was being genuine too, you could see it in his eyes.

"i know," you nod, smiling softly at him. "i guess, we could go on a few dates and figure things out? whenever you're free of course," you add on, and junhui is practically beaming with how bright his smile is.

"i'd love that," he grins. "now, can we cuddle? i wasn't too sure if i could ask you that earlier."

"yeah, we can," you giggle, scooting closer to the warmth junhui emanated. his arms wrap around you easily, like it's natural, and you have a feeling that you made the right decision by giving him a chance.

"i'm glad we talked about this," junhui whispers some time later, the both of you drowsy with sleep. "now i really can take you up on that offer of eating you out."

"jun!"

"what? i'm being honest!"

"just go to sleep, don't you have an early morning schedule."

"and you say you're not a fan. you sure you didn't plan for this to happen?"

"do you want me to start rethinking my decision?"

"no, ma'am. goodnight, y/n."

"goodnight, junhui."

- fin.

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[planethibiscus]

What would it be like if the yandere characters from Until Dawn were jealous of Reader?

JEALOUSY 🌸 UD

An: I interpreted the wording of this ask as the characters being jealous of the reader, but if you meant over reader, send another request and I'll write that.

Jessica is an insecure individual. She envies both readers looks and confidence. She ties her appearance to her level of importance, so it shocks her how ugly she feels in comparison to you. How little you seem to prioritise your looks might anger her because she has to fight for her presence to even slightly match yours. It makes her feel undeserving of you, like she's not worthy to be anything more with someone so much better than her.

Emily is a control freak. She envies readers influence. She notices your natural ability to sway others around you almost without trying, and it aggravates her that she doesn't possess that same power. People will do things for you simply because they want to. You don't have to play mind games or even ask. It's unfair. She wants that too, because then you'd be so much easier to make hers.

Hannah is desperate. She envies readers nonchalant manner of being. Hannah could never, she's in too deep with the “I love you”s and “I need you”s. She's so easily swept up in the throes of love that she forgets herself. She doesn't want to be less clingy until she sees how easily you cope without her. She resents you for it, how you're able to just keep on living without every thought being about her, whilst her every thought is about you.

Ashley is lonely. She envies readers ability to make friends. Your easy way of making those around you comfortable is something she wishes she knew how to do. She'd use it on you if she could. Make you open up to her, relax a little beside her, but she can't help feeling that she's creeping you out. She wants to share in your peace of not overthinking simple “hello”s and “how are you?”s because it's driving her insane.

Josh is vindictive. He envies readers compassion. He used to be a loving person to all of his friends in his own silly way, but now he feels like an outsider in his own inner circle. He can't stand these people, he doesn't like them anymore, but you do. It makes him bitter, he wishes he could be as forgiving as you are, but watching you be so warm with them leads him to believe that he's just not as good of a person as you need.

Chris is skeptical. He envies readers trust. Chris does not trust himself around you at all. He feels like he'll screw up something, lose some nerve and say something stupid that'll make you never want to talk to him again. He doesn't like how he's beginning to feel uncomfortable around his friends, but he just can't trust them around you, and he can't trust himself to let his guard down when someone else might hurt you, or god forbid, swoon you first.

Mike is invested. He envies readers indifference. Before he met you, he was an easy man with easy morals. Now he finds himself wanting to settle down, his fear of commitment squashed under your smile. But he knows it's crazy to ask you for anything serious when you hardly know eachother, so for once he'll have to dread playing the slow game instead of feeling empowered by it.

Beth is honest. She envies readers filter. She's always been a truthful type, but since meeting you she's become unable to hold words in. Things she doesn't mean to say will slip out and horrify her. Compliments too deep and specific to be from a friend will leave her lips before she realises she was distracted by your eyes. Biting remarks towards old friends will be spat out in a natural way that she fears will disgust you.

Matt is emotional. He envies readers stability. Head over heels isn't a bad way to be in his opinion, afterall it's quite rewarding to have someone who can immediately give you that dopamine boost, but it's also dangerous. You hold far too much power over his mood. A smile from you can set him up for a whole week. A frown from you can ruin his month.

Sam is smitten. She can't find any reason to be jealous of you. There's no need to envy you because she's simply so lucky to have you, even if you're not actually hers yet. Things she sees in you, she doesn't need to have in herself. You bring those things to her life by being there. You fulfil her by being. That's all.

An2: thank you for your request!

[aechii]

getting into a argument w jude before a big match and him thinking you two aren’t on good terms but before the game starts he spots you in his jersey in the crowd and has that extra boost of confidence to do well bc he considers u a good luck charm

₍⁠₍ DRiViNG FORCE ₎⁠₎

A/N ?! nothing much to say, other than, expect ALOT of jude works this next week heheh 🤭

in retrospect, jude's frustration was justified. blinded and consumed by workload- both her own and favours [y/n] had hesitantly agreed to take on- which had ultimately caused her deathly amounts of stress, she had missed jude’s past 5 games. it was something both her and him found distasteful, and after a long conversation, they had come to the (forced) agreement that she would show up to his next one, no questions asked.

so, of course, when she had informed him that she was due in for an extra day of work, unprecedented, jude’s uplifted mood and focused mindset merged into a catastrophic ensemble as annoyance and disappointment took over. and as she rushed around the kitchen to gather her things, jude remained stagnant and stood by the table as he watched her, frowning. 

“you’re really not coming?” jude questioned indignantly. it came out harsher than he intended, but with all due candor, he didn’t have the heart to care. 

[y/n] hurriedly leaned over the counter to grab her keys, but her boyfriend beat her to it, swiping it into his hands before shoving them into his pocket. 

“what the hell, jude?” 

“are you not listening to me? i asked you a question.”

jude’s stubbornness triggered [y/n] as she threw her arms up in the air. 

“what does it look like?” she retorted, annoyed, “i’m sorry but i really have to go.”

she attempted to reach for her keys, but was stopped by jude. his face turned frigid and a tide of disbelief succumbed him, “are you being serious right now? [y/n]- you haven’t been to any of my games for weeks!”

she checked the time, getting more desperate as she noticed it was 5 minutes past the time she was supposed to leave the house.

“jude, i’m sorry, okay? but i'm going to be late, we can talk about this later.”

he didn’t move, but rather stayed rooted in his spot, arms crossed as he glared at the girl before him. he was swallowed by fury, his mind trailing off on its own, and his mouth just let angered words tumble out.

“you’re so selfish. fucking go then.” his hand digs through his pocket, hurling the keys on the table before shoving his way back to the living room. 

[y/n] stood there, stilled with bewilderment as she attempted to process jude’s outburst. she understood that he had been m.i.a for the past few weeks, and hadn’t shown her face in support of jude. so much so, that fans started speculating that they had broken up, forcing them to reach dire needs of posting travel photos to compensate for her absence. 

but he needn’t call her that. they had talked about it many a time that [y/n] wasn’t ready to give up her job any time soon, and jude, albeit reluctantly, agreed for her to continue going. she knew it would be hard for him to understand as her work involved shifts and being called in spontaneously to fill in missing staff. 

[y/n] faded out of her shock, scoffing as her frustration lead her conscience, “if you want to be like that, then be like that jude,” she shouted to him, snatching her last belonging off of the table and heading to the door. 

she would've cared if she wasn't so pissed at jude, but she instead slammed the door behind her after jude slipped in his last attack. 

"i'll just find somebody else to wear my shirt then!"

+_-

jude could already feel how skewed his mind was the second his cleats sunk into the grass. he felt guilty, in all rights, for what he had said, but he truly was upset for the lack of [y/n]'s support. he realised that his game had dipped just bit, whether they lose or win, and consequently, his name was losing its shine on the scoresheet. 

everyone knew he performed better when she was there. gio had called her his 'good luck charm' to which jude replied with a sound of agreement because he thought so too. jude always had the urge to impress her even more, as if she wasn't vehemently aware of his talent, and it had him dominating the attacking line.

he could excuse 2 games maximum of no show, but now that this was turning into her 6th disappearance, he was getting fed up. 

"you look like there's a stick up your ass, what's wrong?" 

gio had commenced a side step circle around jude, in an attempt to dizzy the boy. it evokes a light look of judgment instead, but jude said nothing. 

"[y/n] isn't coming today… again."

his friend's face turns sympathetic and he stops his ministrations, walking up to him, "man, really?"

jude nodded, "yeah. and even if there was a slight chance she could, i've fucked that up too."

gio rolled his eyes, exhaling melodramatically, "what now?"

"i said that if she doesn't come then i'll just find someone else to wear my shirt." shame riddled his being, and his words progressively depleted in volume as gio looked punched by shock. 

"jude, what the fuck?" he tsked, "and how did she react to that? pissed? because it's very much deserved. matter of fact, i would've broken up with you."

jude's face turned hard, yet he felt his heart drop at the possibility. what he'd said was absolute shit, and it had given his girlfriend options, one of which was to leave him.

over his dead, fucking body.

"don't say that and no, we didn't break up. she just slammed the door and left."

"as if that makes anything any better, jude," gio retorted, arms crossed. he knew jude was quite an amateur when it came to gripping the reins of his feelings, but more times than not, it seemed like it was vice versa. 

marco noticed them slacking off, running up to them before they were being forced into a couple more training drills. jude knew that his playing headspace had to be on, but his conscience dallied between that and pondering over his fallout with [y/n] and he gave up, knowing that he was going to have another off-game. 

+_-

by half time, jude wanted out. they were 2-0 down, and marco was completely livid. his coach had watched them with complete confusion, trying to find the break in the circuit. if he had, and noticed that it was, in fact, jude himself, it was as if he was sworn to secrecy because most players but him were subbed out. 

jude had spaced out during the locker room talk, and his legs were on autopilot as they walked back into the field. his eyes were trained on the mass of black and yellow, in an attempt for a last string of hope, before he's interrupted by gio's voice. 

"jude, look!"

he pointed to the vip box, and jude squinted before his eyes set upon the undeniable stature of his girlfriend, dressed in his shirt. 

"no way."

his mind failed at formulating words, and the second they made eye contact, jude smiled and blew her a kiss. she didn't catch it, but rather gave him a humorous look that said, 'impress me'. 

gio watched the whole ordeal with a grin, hooking his arm around the boy before whispering in his ear, "fix the game, loverboy!"

jude snickers back, feeling his limbs light with exhilaration, "bet."

and the second he scored, he ran up to the stands, hands structured in his girlfriend's initial before making a heart. 

the smile she gave her would remain in his memories forever.

[pinkpigtailsprincess]

💿: Hey, U-Go-Girl⋆.ೃ࿔* 🎀⭐️

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₊˚💿✩; Hey Dolls 2Day we’re gonna be talking about building self confidence/ self esteem and embracing your natural self!! this post is heavily inspired by U-Go-Girl By Lee Hyori Bc honestly that song literally screams CONFIDENCE!! {Long Post Ahead}

DISCLAIMER !! some of this stuff might mo resonate with some folk because of certain circumstances like social anxiety i know bc i literally have social anxiety + agoraphobia and these are also some things ive done to cope with anxiety and stuff like that so don’t even!

⋆🎀˚⊹ PILE 1 ;

Internal > Looking the Part > Baby Steps > Take Up Space > affirmations > body language > Embarrassment

⋆👖˚⊹ PILE 2 ;

External > Cutting People off > Opinions > being desperate > boundaries > compete with your self

₊˚🌺✩ ₊˚⭐️⊹♡ ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

₊˚🪼✩ 1; Looking The Part !! ୭₊˚

When you Look good you feel good!! it doesn’t matter what you look like when you’re put together + confident you’re automatically attractive!! 🎀 4 instants everyday even on lazy days always make sure you’re

Showered

Hair Put together

a cute outfit that YOU like

clean nails

fresh breathe

clean skin

moisturized + smelling AMAZING!!

Hot Tips ! ;

when it comes to Hair + Skincare + Oral Hygiene & Outfit personally i recommend Hair > Oral Hygiene > Outfit because when it comes to hair care certain products in your hair product can also have an affect on your skin and when brushing your teeth + mouth wash and scrubbing toothpaste get all over your mouth and water its messy!

₊˚📟✩ 2 ; Baby Steps !! ୭₊˚

For all my folks out there who are shy/have social anxiety/introverted or just need to get out more baby steps is the way to do it i learned this from the therapist so basically i rank things from least to most anxiety inducing (?) like sitting outside or something and i do the smallest task for about how ever long i possibly can and i keep doing it till i progress and start doing harder things !!

₊˚ 🍭✩3 ; Take up Too much Space !! ୭₊˚ (The wizard Liz Inspired)

Never dim your light to make others comfortable when it comes to confidence and being yourself you gotta be unapologetic about it!! you focus should never be on other people and how they perceive you , that literally none of your business and that’s literally a waste of time and draining your own happiness So where that dress,style your hair this way,showcase your true self and fuck how other people feel that a THEM Problem not Yours!!

₊˚ 💬✩4 ; Affirmations !! ୭₊˚

Affirmations Baby!!! Having daily affirmations is a MUST!! not only boost your self esteem and confidence but they will also bring you out of the mindset that your “below the bar” & help you validate yourself without needing outside opinions!!

What i like 2 do it is keep set of daily affirmations i repeat when i wake up & throughout the day and i like to put them all around my space like put sticky notes of mirrors,keep pinterest boards of affirmations,repeat then while getting ready,making a self concept playlist full of songs that make me feel my best etc.!! (P.S Affirmations tapes are TOP TIER)

. . . DYK?

The kinds of media you consumer can sometimes affect your over all mood,self image & mentality so be mindful of the media you consume when it comes to any form of media !!

₊˚ 🍋‍🟩✩5 ; Body Language!! ୭₊˚

SUPER IMPORTANT!! wether you’re in an active conversation or just walking down the street body language will play a huge role in not only how you feel but will also help you be confident & have people be more attracted to your energy

so what were gonna do is swap all of the awkward body language and swap them out!

Tense Shoulders > Drop & relax your shoulders and put them back

Looking down when walking > Hold your head up head

Slouching > Stop slouching and Keep your make straight

When you wave don’t shake your palm > use your 3 fingers in the middle to wave in an half way down and up motion

Sit in the Duchess Pose basically it putting both of your legs together and slant them 2 the right diagonally !!

STRUT YOUR STUFF!! I can’t stress this enough a good runway strut is always on your side i promise you this!! you gotta act like your a famous super model like naomi,shalom,yasmeen,linda etc. you gotta act like your opening for a runway or something and just be FABULOUS!!

₊˚ 🏩 ✩6 ; Embarrassment !! ୭₊˚

I Fully believe embarrassment is a SOCIAL CONSTRUCT like people who are consider “embarrassing” are literally just being themselves and when people see a person being themself they can’t handle and feel this dire urge to “humble” them and

An example of this comes from one of my favorite movies Legally Blonde!! when elle first stepped foot on Harvard campus people were automatically on her tail for just being herself and what did she do?? NOTHING. and thats exactly what you gotta do view their opinion as INVALID and keep doing you!

“Out of Sight Out of Mind”

Hey! You made it to pile 2 Lucky You!

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⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Cutting People Off .𖥔˚ 🐬

SPOILER ALERT!! The people you surround yourself with can definitely play a role in how you perceive yourself,your individual opinions,how you think & behavioral action due to peer pressure, sometimes toxic people can seep into your social circle and you might no even notice it

Signs You need to cut someone off!

- never supporting you

- repeating the same toxic behavior

- never being happy for you

- copying everything you do

- never fully apologizing

- trying to bring you down for literally anything

- talking behind your back

- trying to leave you out

- is hypocritical towards you

- is in competition with you

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Opinions! .𖥔˚ 👙

Again like i said people opinions on you is not a you problem its a them problem especially if it’s a negative opinion it doesn’t matter you don’t need to explain yourself to anyone especially not someone who won’t even take the time to know you before making up stupid assumptions! and you sure al hell don’t need to change to fit in with anyone , you were meant to stand put and thats okay

“No Problem i don’t care You’re you I’m me” - Jang Wonyoung

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Being Desperate.𖥔˚ 🪸

OH GIRL!! Being desperate is embarrassing for you especially if it’s over someone you have romantic interest in unt unt that simply won’t fly with me! if they’re ghosting you,being inconsistent,telling you one thing but acting another way etc. don’t be desperate for someone like that you deserve someone better! people like this probably don’t care and its silly of you to be desperate for their attention & you’re far too special for that

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Boundaries .𖥔˚ 🛍️

Always have boundaries and never let anyone over step them, if you set a boundaries in a friendship and they keep crossing that boundaries they don’t care about your boundaries don’t let someone continue to disrespect you & your boundaries

HOT TIP . . .

Don’t laugh at jokes that are at your expense

If someone is trying to embarrass you be upfront with them and tell them how you feel

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Compete with yourself .𖥔˚ 🌤️

See yourself as your only competition always try to out do yourself not matter what in any category even if its doing something productive one day to have a better day than you did yesterday i adapt this mindset with my blog and my self improvement i need to out do myself all the time im the only person i need to compete with!!

[localcultivator]

Forgive my northern attitude (i was raised in the cold) pt.1

tags: talk of emotional neglect, seasonal depression, depression related self harm actions, mild Buddie content, buddie friendly, bobby and athena act like Buck's parents.

Winter had never been Buck’s favorite season. It reminded him of short days, long nights desperately trying to stay quiet enough not to be called down by his parents and reminded how little they cared for him. Cold nights huddled under covers for warmth that was never truly there. It reminded him of the worst times in his life every time he was around snow, and frost, and ice. Buck was smart enough to realize that a good portion of his mood changing the moment it was below 50 degrees fahrenheit was also due to his clinically diagnosed seasonal depression. Truly, a bunch of fancy words to say that Buck thrived on light and warmth like any houseplant or herb.

Eddie knew this, planned for it year after year. Small little boosts that Buck needed to thrive and flourish in the chill (although some would say what chill as they had both lived in LA for many years, which would lead into a long tangent/rant from Buck regarding ocean currents, and wound patterns.). He would slide hand warmers into Buck’s hoodies, would make sure that the truck had time to warm up in the mornings before shuffling Buck in, and of course, when Buck stayed over, he would pile on the blankets. Eddie wasn’t sure how much of his seasonal caring for Buck was second nature, and something he had to put conscious effort into.  It was like anything else regarding Evan’s space in his life. Effortless.

Bobby loved the frost, even if the sight of snow brought on feelings of loss and sorrow as well. Too much outweighed the grief though, and joyous memories with Marcy and his family filled his daydreams whenever there was a particularly strong chill. Bobby loved the chill, and he knew with every fiber of his being, Buck did not. His oldest, by choice and love, was a different person in the winter air, and Bobby knew that it was a product of his childhood and how he was raised. Bobby always wondered if the frigid air reminded Buck a little too much of the house he grew up in, if the silence that came when the world was blanketed in snow reminded him of his parents. Bobby had so many questions, but he never dared to ask them with fear he would be prying into something even Evan himself had not yet handled. So year after year, Bobby helped take care of his son, even from afar. He made him his special chili, and always made sure to make two batches of his cornbread. He filled Bucks freezer with stock cubes, and frozen containers for soup for the days when everything was too much and Buck couldn’t cook. His heart warmed every year for being able to provide for one of his children. 

Maddie hadn’t known initially when she came to L.A the real reason Buck had decided to settle here. Sure, there was story after story, and reason after reason, but in the end, it was simple. Buck hated the cold, and loved the ocean. He also wasn’t much of a fan of hurricanes, although it felt silly to complain about that now that they had dealt with tsunami’s and such. Maddie wasn’t surprised about her brother’s lack of love for the winter months, and she felt they were truly united and related in this topic, even if it was for wildly different reasons. Cold always reminded Maddie of Doug, of fear and running and how warm blood can feel when you’re on the edge of hypothermia. Neither Buckley sibling could handle the temperature changes, and yet. Buck’s reactions had always been more severe than her own. His tended to lead to spirals and tendencies to rush in before thinking. Her support for him was bandaging wounds and fulfilling pinkie promises she had made over a decade ago. Her’s led to nightmares and late nights with insomnia. His support for her was cuddling on the couch and checking for monsters as though her trauma would physically manifest itself in the dark corners of her bedroom. Chimney was happy to entertain the strange rituals of chilled Buckley’s and had a few of his own for the siblings. 

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the rest will be posted when i finish it <3

missing chim's, hen's and Athena's POV

[prismaticpichu]

7 Wholesome Floofcanons to Heal From Inevitable Ever Crisis Trauma ❤️

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• Sephiroth, Genesis, and Angeal, playing video games together in Genesis’s apartment. It’s one of the first times where Angeal commends Genesis’s competitiveness and gives a genuine laugh at how hard his friends are going at it. He keeps “switching sides” in order to keep the healthy rivalry going, as well as a way to boost both SOLDIERs’ self-esteem while he’s at it (and also just likes hearing “ANGEAL! HOW DARE YOU ROOT FOR MY NEMESIS?”). Ofc, the tides are turned when a two v. two minigame comes up, and Genesis & Seph join forces to crush their wishy-washy cheerleader. Angeal is playfully irritated by the defeat as Gen & Seph share a best-freindsy high five <333

• Zack, unable to sleep one night, too riled up from a training session he just returned from and desperately in the mood to go on a mission. Angeal tries everything in the books from lavender fragrance to a story, but nothing seems to calm the SOLDIER down. Suddenly, Sephiroth shows up, needing to borrow something from his friend, and notices the predicament. He tells Angeal he knows what to do before going up to Zack, crouching down beside him, and whispering something in his ear. Mere seconds later, Zack is plopped into his pillow and falling asleep. As Angeal and Sephiroth leave the room, Angeal incredulously asks what Seph did. Sephiroth simply gives a soft smiles and says he told Zack he could attend a mission in his dreams <3

• Sephiroth & Genesis, teaming up to make dinner one night when Angeal is bushed after a long day. They both realize amid their act of kindness that neither of them actually know how to cook, and so the two proceed to use one of Angeal’s cookbooks. What they end up making was actually something meant for dessert, and the three of them have a good laugh as they treat themselves to a sweet potato pie for dinner. <3

• Sephiroth, falling ill while his best friends are away on a mission. He tries to convince himself that he is fine, continuing to go about his duties, but the sickness has too much of a grasp on his throat to disguise when Angeal & Gen call to check-in. Hours later, and Sephiroth finds the two SOLDIERs at his apartment door, having managed to return home a week early from their 10 day-long mission in order to take care of their friend. Sephiroth falls asleep that night with an empty bowl of soup by his side and a cold washcloth pressed against his head <3

• Zack, slowly getting tutored by Angeal about the wonderful world of botany so he can impress Aerith. Angeal even finds little printable quizzes Zack can take to test his knowledge. Zack gets perfect scores every time <3

• Zack, slowly getting tutored by Sephiroth about the wonderful world of literature so he can have something to talk about with Genesis. The man hands him a copy of Genesis’s favorite novel, the likes of which he jokingly tells Zack to read. This eventually leads to Zack & Genesis starting a book club in SOLDIER together after Zack falls into an unironic reading spree. (Genesis is impressed by Zack’s vast knowledge and Zack is honored to have to finally have the respect of one his heroes <3)

• Zack, slowly getting tutored by Genesis about the wonderful world of pomology so he can finally understand Angeal’s stories. Genesis tells him all about the history of the Dumbapple—soon followed by Zack developing a newfound appreciation and fancy for Banora White juice. Angeal’s heart does a flip every time Zack asks for a glass <3

BONUS!~

• Zack, getting through to Sephiroth in the Nibelheim library because, instead of simply grasping Sephiroth’s hand as he turns to leave, Zack does a little something else: he squeezes it. One two three. It’s something they’ve been doing for over a year now, a sign of unconditional friendship and trust. A sign that breaks the fog of Jenova’s control as the three cryptic squeezes ring their true meaning in his mind.

I love you…

(Fic coming soon! :3c)

[retrieve-the-kraken]

Young Royals Season 2 play-by-play analysis

This is a much longer analysis because so much happens on this episode that sent me on a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts... I couldn't stop from writing a near essay worth about most crucial moments. Can't stop, won't stop.

EPISODE 5

Simon has been keeping Wille’s sweater under his pillow this whole time, probably sleeping with it. Does it still even smell like Wille? Is the scent fading? Is that why he needs to inhale harder, longer, deeper, wrap his whole face in it? He closes his eyes and licks his lips, like he’s trying to conjure the memory of the feeling of being with Wille, the taste of Wille’s lips. He’s still conflicted, just because he gave in at the ball and kissed Wille doesn’t mean that things have gotten any easier for them. He’s still technically with Marcus, he’s still aware that things with Wille are difficult, that Wille still hurt him, but he’s so drawn to him, he’s finally allowing himself to feel all the things again. He’s been fighting for so long and it’s exhausting.

Smelling Wille’s sweater is like a drug to him, he‘s conflicted, confused, and he needs a hit right now. It’s not going to help things become clearer, in fact they’re probably going to get more muddled. (Fun fact: smelling the person that you love can release the chemical oxytocin, a hormone and neurotransmitter that is also released when we hug and when we orgasm. That’s why it’s often referred to as the love hormone. Our brain chemistry combined with our feelings for a person can determine whether we think that person’s smell is the most fantastic thing in the world, even if they should smell stinky and unpleasant. Simon’s brain loves Wille’s scent. If his feelings for Wille had changed at all, Wille’s scent might not have had the same effect on him anymore. But he still has feelings for him, and so his smell is the most attractive and comforting thing in the world to him.)

Meanwhile Wille cannot contain his happiness, he’s full of hope again, and the shower intensifies that. He’s alone with his thoughts and he gets to mull over them. (Fun fact: did you know that showering lifts your mood because of negative oxygen ions? Sounds contradictory, but these are negatively charged atoms generated by the falling water, and they make you feel energized. That’s part of the reason why Wille is smiling like a madman here, the shower is boosting the way he already feels. Happy, elated, hopeful, invincible. Simon kissed him, he’s still majorly under the effects of oxytocin).

Wille making a sandwich for Simon… like a little callback to their first night together, and him making Simon a s… I love you, Wille, I love you with all my heart.

August being all smug about the fact that he’s gotten the speech, then looking over at Wille, knowing that he probably also got the speech, and he looks annoyed. Wille automatically bites his nail anxiously.

Simon desperately wanting to talk to someone about kissing Wille. He feels like a bad person because he “betrayed” Marcus. But baby, you had already told Marcus that you didn’t want anything serious, you were still getting over Wille, you weren’t ready to move on yet, and he’s the one who convinced you to stay in a “relationship” that you didn’t want. So maybe… it’s Marcus’s fault. (Not excusing kissing someone else when you’re in a thing, situationship with someone else, but… read the room, Marcus.)

“But does that make you a bad person just cause you do one bad thing?” Sara, are you comparing Simon barely cheating on Marcus with Wille to you betraying your brother or August causing a whole royal scandal? Or maybe she’s referring to her secret relationship with August, which is, in her mind, a direct betrayal of Felice. She doesn’t think she’s really doing anything terrible to Simon by being with August, and she thinks that August can still be redeemed. She’s giving him a second chance, which she often chastises Simon for doing to other people (Wille, Micke).

“You’re supposed to tell me to forget about Wille and be with Marcus.” Simon feeling so guilty, and conflicted. He feels like he’s betraying himself because he shouldn’t still have such strong feelings for Wille after everything that happened. He’s so conflicted and desperate for something certain, something easy.

“But you’re not in love with Marcus,” says Sara, leaving out the obvious which is “you’re in love with Wille instead.” But also talking about herself. “You can’t control your feelings. If you have feelings for the wrong person, it can still feel just right.” Poor Sara, you fell in love with the worst person. But she’s right, you can’t control your feelings. Simon has been trying to do that all season and failing fantastically.

Sara being all nervous about learning the protocol for meeting the royal family. August being a brown-noser with Jan-Olof. They both want it so bad.

Simon singing with all his heart, singing like he’s never sang before… and Jan-Olof with his frumpy face. I love that Simon stands up for himself, that he argues, that he states that they’ve been practicing. “It’s important to stick to tradition.” “But I thought the whole point was to prove that the school has been modernized.”

“We want this to be a group performance, not a solo.” And then when Simon storms out, Jan-Olof actually says to the teacher “Good.” THE GALL. All the other bullshit about tradition and continuity might be true, but at that moment it becomes evident that it was also about not giving Simon the spotlight, to make sure he doesn’t stand out. Fuck you, Jan-Olof.

I'm here for a Simon and Felice team-up. I want them to be hot curly-haired melanin-blessed fierce besties, especially after what happens in the next episode... Simon seems to be cool with her now, despite how she treated Sara at first, despite the whole kissing Wille in his room, despite everyone knowing that she used to be in love with Wille. And Felice is the supportive friend we all deserve.

Felice: “They don’t want new rumors about the two of you, you know?” (And then Wille goes and blows the lid off of that in the next episode. You don’t want rumors? No problem. Nothing but verified information straight from the source from now on.)

Again, they are sitting together, even when Simon is angry about Wille, if not directly at him. Simon, don’t reject the sandwich, please, Wille made it with so much love… don’t be like that, Simon, please, he wants to please you so bad…

One day they will have a nice encounter in the music room, from beginning to end…

“Everything I do becomes a problem when you enter the picture.” This was why Simon said that he couldn’t accept Wille’s role, because he still thinks that it’s somehow Wille’s fault, that it’s not something out of Wille’s control. “They don’t want you to be associated with me, as per usual.”

“How long do I have to be punished for that video?” It’s true, he’s constantly being victim-blamed for the video, as if him and Wille wanted to get caught, as if it was their fault that the video was recorded and leaked and became viral… It’s like when actresses have nude pictures and they get hacked, and the media reports it like they shouldn’t have had nude pictures of themselves, and how embarrassing for them and the negative impact it might have on their careers... Instead of condemning the hackers…

“You don’t get it because you haven’t felt the consequences.” Simon is so angry about his song that he says things without trying to see from Wilhelm’s perspective. Haven’t felt the consequences???? Have you not seen this sad boi puddle of anxiety mopey mess walking around the school this whole time, almost getting yanked out of his dorm by his bodyguard and dragged all the way back to Drottningholm??? Did you not see him seething every time August was in the vicinity???? Did you not spot his raw red eyes from crying in his ridiculous wig???

“Yesterday was a mistake.” Simon says it, not because he doesn’t have feelings for Wille, but because he’s jaded. It will never work between them, they are not equals, there’s a whole institution hellbent on making sure that they never get back together. And Wille decides to try to level the ground.

This whole argument. It hurts so much. Of course Simon is hurt, at being lied to, at feeling like he can’t trust Wille. But we know that he really doesn’t understand, that he really would not get anywhere by reporting August. The fact that he says to Wille that he is the royal family, that he’s just like them, just like his mum… But we’ve established that yes, Wille hid the truth to protect Simon, just like Kristina hid the truth to protect Wille, but their motivations were different. Wille really truly wants to protect Simon, whereas Kristina protects her son and by extension the royal family.

Wille trying to control his panic attack in the music room. He feels like he fucked everything right up again. My poor baby. (Also, he just told Simon that it was August, and Simon can do whatever he wants with that information, and he’s probably worried that the thing he was trying to protect Simon from will actually happen…)

“Okay, so it wasn’t because it’s him.” Jan-Olof doesn’t answer, instead changes the subject. Duh.

”What a fucking snake.” “We always knew that August was an asshole.” “Yeah, but I meant Wille.” Simon turns like he was about to say something, but doesn’t.

Rosh being as good a lawyer as August’s dad. Give me Lawyer Rosh walking into court with her cow-print coat, please.

“Wille is right, people like them never get convicted.” Depressing truth. Rosh has a good point too, but it’s still bad advice. “Don’t you want everyone to know what August did?” The thing is that the royal family can probably manage to cover it before it even gets out, even after he’s gone to the police…

“Erik never had to give any speeches before he was of age.” This points so hard to how different Kristina treats Wille. Erik was, for all we know, the perfect Crown Prince, he didn’t have to make up for anything. Wille has to make up for past “scandals”… he has to clean up his image a lot, become the perfect Crown Prince in no time. Kristina probably thinks of this as pushing Wille to power through into his role of Crown Prince. Fake it till you make it. She’s sizing him up for his role, for whether he will be committed to it.

Now she poses the possibility that Wille may be deemed unfit. Or wether he'll be able to produce heirs. He’s fucking sixteen… “We risk upsetting the entire system of government.” So much for modernizing. Kristina has proven again to be old-fashioned and homophobic.

“I can’t force you. And I shouldn’t have to either.” Bullshit, Krissy. You’ve just mindgamed/mindfucked him into doing it, by revealing strategically that August is his backup. That was your plan all along. This whole conversation is so manipulative. “You have to remember that your decisions not only affect you. I need you on my team, Wilhelm.” Fuck you, Krissy. What about being on Wilhelm’s team instead, for once?

Wilhelm touching the broken frog prince snow globe, like he’s consulting with Erik...? Or like he’s realizing that the frog prince is free from his snow globe prison. It was terrible at first, it felt horrible for the snow globe to smash, something precious broke, but… now the frog prince is free…

But I love that Wilhelm wants to think about himself for once. And not in a selfish way. He’s weighing his options.

Sara not understanding that it’s not Felice’s decision who purchases Rousseau, and storming out.

Wilhelm finally opening up completely during the session, trusting Boris, making the tea and being very expressive.

“There was the real Erik, and then there was Prince Erik.” Erik had more training for his role, he was the first born, Wille was the spare. As far as everyone knew, Wille was never expected to step into the role…

“I know that I should be grateful for everything that I get, the honor, the privileges and everything, but how hard can it be?” He is aware of his privilege and he is aware of what is being asked from him in return, and he hasn’t realized that he would give all those up in a second, if it weren’t because he feels bound by duty.

“I do owe them, I have to do all this.” “Do you really?” Good, Boris, good.

I’ve said it before and I’ve said it again. Wilhelm drinks hot tea like a Viking. Dear god boy, your tongue, your throat, the roof of your mouth... (@makingupachangingmind pointed out that water in psychologists’ offices is always lukewarm, but it’s not… Wilhelm just boiled the water himself, and as he pours both cups you can see the steam. That is freshly boiled water. Obviously poor Edvin was not made to drink boiling tea during the scene, but for all intents and purposes Wilhelm just drank really freaking hot tea because he doesn’t mind how hot it is. It’s like he’s trying to kill something inside of him.)

And then Boris gives him permission to think about himself. To be a bit selfish.

By possibly giving August everything he’s ever wanted, Wilhelm might gain something much more important and valuable: his freedom, and the freedom to be with Simon.

August is playing chess with the same third year boys that turned on him before (they’re even almost in the exact same places and positions as the day they voted for Vincent). Like there’s no longer bad blood between them for voting him out of his prefect position. But knowing August, it’s simply because he doesn’t have to be resentful about that anymore, because what he knows that they don’t is that he’s about to be the top dog, once it becomes obvious that he’s the next in line to the throne.

I like that Malin calls Wille by his first name, not Crown Prince. I know that most of the time, people don’t have to address him that way, but often they do, so for Malin to be so familiar with him it’s nice.

Sara seeking comfort in August, and August being sweet. Ugh, I hate him so much, stop making me like you.

“If I let him take over, I could be free. From all this, I could be free with you. But if you go to the police, then I won’t have a backup anymore. I won’t have a choice. I can’t be free. I’ll be betraying my whole family, betraying Erik. I don’t want that.” This whole speech, it’s so simple and beautiful. Wille is finally doing what Simon asked him to do last season, to figure out what he wanted, something that he had to do on his own. And Wille figured it out, but even when he did it on his own, he was thinking of what Simon wanted too. Wille wants to be free, but it’s only worth it if it’s to be with Simon… so he exposes his feelings, he tells him what he wants, and what he hopes, and then leaves the choice completely up to Simon.

“Did he just say that he’d give up the crown for you?” Is one of the most iconic lines from this season, along with “they don’t have names”. I need a t-shirt of each. The look on Simon’s face as he realizes that yes, the boy he loves would literally give up everything for him, he would give up being King of Sweden, if it means he gets to be with Simon... If Simon will have him...

Jesus Christ, August is also giving up a part of himself, something that he felt was so important… for love. AND He looks so freaking cute looking at Sara… Goddamn you August.

Him talking about being King August and Queen Sara… like it’s in the bag…

Sara being sour still about Rousseau and making Felice feel terrible… it’s not the people that are buying Rousseau that she’s angry about, it’s not entirely about Rousseau being sold either, Sara feels helpless because it’s just another way in which she’s acutely aware of how much she doesn’t fit in with her peers. If she had the money, she could buy Rousseau for herself… But instead she has to depend on Felice’s family making “the right choice” of new owners for Rousseau, which let’s face it, Sara wasn’t going to be happy about absolutely anyone who might be interested in buying him. “What does she expect, for you to keep Rousseau so she can keep riding him?”

Wille waving his pencil to catch Simon’s attention… And that whole conversation whilst talking about the book… ugh, my heart. Simon finally understanding the pressure that Wille has on his shoulders, and Wille apologizing for it, and Simon forgiving him and understanding that it's not so simple and that it's not his fault, and basically saying that the ending is unknown so there’s hope… And Sara in the background being like “what’s going on between these two”. And Henry being Henry, of course.

“I mean she killed herself.” Ugh, let’s hope this is not foreshadowing of anything. (Unless it could be something about Erik…?)

LINDAAAA MY LOVE. We didn’t get enough Linda this season and it’s really upsetting. What’s even more upsetting is that Linda is so excited that Simon is in a relationship again with someone “caring” as far as she knows, that she doesn’t realize that Simon is uncomfortable with the conversation. Linda, I love you, but read the room. And of course Simon won’t say anything because he technically IS still with Marcus.

“Tampoco los voy a abochornar si vemos a la Reina (I won’t embarrass you either if we see the Queen)”. Now please let THIS be foreshadowing of the first time Linda and Kristina meet, PLEAAAASE. Not the embarrassing part, the meeting part. Please let them meet, please let them interact, please let Wille and Linda be super sweet with each other and for Kristina to realize that they have a warmer relationship than she has with her own son. Please let Kristina watch how Linda and Simon interact and realize how different that is from her relationship with Wille.

Sara tells August that Simon knows, like a little snitch, but she truly hopes that August will do the right thing, because she doesn’t understand how August works. What August knows that Sara doesn’t is that he gains nothing by confessing to the crime, as his stepdad told him. So now he has to find a way to save his ass. And that means sinking Simon somehow. (The game of chess is foreshadowing, though, throughout the whole show. August needs to be several moves ahead of Wille and Simon somehow. And someone pointed out a while back that, in the first episode, when Wille and Alexander are playing chess, Alex checkmates Wille, which is also foreshadowing to the next episode, where he has a role in pinning Wille and Simon…)

Simon thinking about how to tell Wille that he’s still going to the police… But Sara and Henry interrupted… Simon added a “But…” and then they came in and Wille had to leave because he felt physically ill.

EDIT (2023/03/23): I just realized I was wrong as I was rewatching most of this scene yet again (for fic research purposes, strictly) and it’s Wille who says “but…” then trails off when Sara and Henry come up. I don’t even want to know what he was going to say, because it doesn’t matter anymore, because after he has a breakdown and Simon comes by his room, Simon clarifies that he’s not doing it to hurt him, that he needs to do the right thing, and Wille says he knows and that he’s not trying to stop him. So we know already that whatever he might have said before the interruption was best left unsaid , perhaps. Maybe he would have protested, bargained a little, tried to sway Simon’s decision, and that would have negated what he said before, about it being Simon’s decision. So he kept quiet. He could have easily asked Simon to talk in private, try to talk him out of it, try to stop him, but he kept quiet, letting the reality of Simon’s choice to sink in, accept his fate. He needed to accept Simon’s decision, whatever it was, for Simon to trust him fully again.

After he throws up and as he’s brushing his teeth, he sounds like he's wheezing, he’s having trouble breathing. He's feeling weak, getting into bed without even taking his shoes off and rolling himself into a blanket burrito of pain and sadness... Because he knows that he will never be free, he will never be with Simon… he’s trapped forever… my poor baby…

“Are you mad at me?” No, Simon, you know he’s not… it’s just a tiny little thing of his whole world crumbling down…

Wille understating how sick he felt, because he didn't want his own feelings to influence Simon's decision. He's putting Simon first, because he loves him, even if if it's at the cost of his own freedom and happiness.

Simon seeing the frog prince/frog king snow globe smashed and Wilhelm keeping it on a little plate in his room, with all the jagged broken pieces, he probably doesn’t know the story behind it, but he must deduce then that it held a lot of meaning to Wilhelm, that he wouldn’t simply throw it out just because it smashed.

“But it’s scary.” “It’s scary for me too.” They're both scared, of the consequences of their actions, Wille is scared of having to be Crown Prince, of disappointing people, and Simon is scared of fighting for nothing, of things staying the same, of pointlessly fighting the system and perhaps other consequences… but they’re also both scared of the same thing, of being without one another, of having to be apart, of losing each other… they were so close, and suddenly everything goes up in smoke…

Wille tentatively reaching for Simon’s hand, and Simon letting him take it, caressing his fingers. They're both so resigned. “What will happen to us?” “I don’t know…” Kind of like the ending of Kris by Karin Boye…

They hug, and they both get a hit of oxytocin. It’s like Wille’s dream at the beginning of the season, breathing in each other, feeling at home and safe in each other’s arms…

And then they give in, for one last kiss, perhaps… then they look at each other, silently asking each other “can we at least have one last time?” So much has been written about this scene already, about all the built-up desire and yearning and aching bubbling to the surface, about them thinking that this might be the last time that they get to be together, so they decide they will have one last night together, just in case, to cherish forever. To assure each other that it’s the circumstances that are keeping them apart, not themselves. They are in. They are it for each other. To know that they love each other, that this was real and intense and worth fighting for, even if they can’t be together in the end, might help them survive.

I just want to fixate on three instances: this moment when Simon’s aching and yearning come through in his face again, in that little frown, and then it disappears in an instant as he melts into the kiss, into Wille’s arms, and he breathes in and relaxes and lets himself enjoy this, enjoy the taste and the smell and the feeling of Wille again…

And the best kiss in my opinion is this moment, when Simon takes control, as he climbs onto Wille’s lap like he’s been aching to do for so long. Because it’s obvious that Wille has always been hung up on Simon, it’s obvious that his feelings for Simon never went away, that he was in it the entire time… But Simon tried to hide/push his feelings away so much, get over him, move on, he tried so hard, but now he’s done fighting it, and he lets his desire take over. Get on top, take control, ravish him. Hands on his hair and on his face, kissing him desperately, grinding against him, chests rubbing, heavy breaths, devouring his neck. It’s so intense and beautiful… the song choice is chef’s kiss. It is holy.

And of course, the moment where Wille manages to ignore his own pleasure, his own elation, long enough to have the presence of mind to close the fucking curtains. Simon looks momentarily conflicted, at the sudden darkness, but then Wille lets out a nervous little chuckle, as if he’s asking “is this okay?” And Simon smiles. Yes, it’s okay. With that simple move, Wille regains control of his own narrative, for him and for Simon. They regain their privacy. They are safe with each other. At this moment, the world outside disappears, shut out completely, and it's just them.

I don't know how many times I've rewatched this episode, but I never not lose my shit over every single beautiful Wilmon moment...

Next episode is just me screaming and yelling at the screen...

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@obscureign gets a starter

For the life of her she couldn’t actually think what she’d done to warrant a conversation with him. She was pretty sure she hadn’t gotten caught climbing the temple roof again. No she’d made sure this time there was no one watching it. She was also pretty sure that she couldn’t be hauled down here over the broken window. 

No. She hadn't done anything this time around…which brought her to another conclusion, that she might actually be getting to do something interesting for once. A bright smile spread across her face, oh yes. Finally!

It gave her the boost in mood she needed to peer around the open door. A hand holding onto the frame of the doorway as she leaned to the side so dramatically if she weren’t holding on she would have fallen. Her other hand dangled by her side as she tried to gauge the mood of the room. Though the reality was she might have been better off doing that before she decided to partake in such a childish display of energy. 

“Does this mean I get to do something interesting now?” No hello. No small talk. Just straight to the point, the exciting point. If she sounded desperate than she was, for something other than training and studying that she was categorically not doing any of right now. No. The hell if she was going to spend precious awake time on such trivial and unimportant things, Yuffie cared not for poetry or whatever bullshit was in the book she’d been given, no she cared about hitting things. 

“Does it?”

[zumpietoo]

Racist Has a Breakdown...

Okay, yes, lets!

Disclaimer: at least you admit it, but you don’t really, because you still continue to endlessly push your fully disproven, failed narrative and are, nonetheless, endlessly pompous and pretentious about everythingggg.....Also, this is you having a fullbore nervous breakdown...

Okay, so let’s see how far off you are:

-Plaiderdale is paid for by Netflix. Additionally, it still has merchandising, created an albeit brief, significant brand identity for the show....

-They were a show that went seven seasons (and even then are getting a full or almost full final season), which is a success by ANY metric. There is NO SYNDICATION....cuz A) again, Netflix and B) Syndication is becoming a thing of the past.....it cracks me up that you fail to grasp how different TeeVee is now....if it even IS TeeVee as we know it anymoar....

The contracts were all ending (actually another reason it was likely cancelled), plus now you’re effectively saying it it IS profitable?

Dude, go look at what the “CW” is becoming, hmmm? Everything’s being cancelled some of the new shows that performed well aren’t gonna be renewed, either....god, your willfull ignorance and stupidity is appalling.

PLUS.......WTF does this have to do with Jabi kissing in the promo? And your consequent butthurt over that?

-Errmmm.....nope, that’s again, you grasping at straws....and, actually, yes, they HAVE reflected the show. Do they troll sometimes? Sure, but, fact is, yes, there WILL be a Jabi TLK kiss happening, with both of them looking at each other adoringly....

WTF is her obsession with the photo shoot? NO show does a “photo shoot” for its final season.....plus how exactly is THAT gonna boost ratings, again?

Actually, they do and it’s really simple to have a low level staffer pick out 3 clips, based on the imagery/recognition they’re seeking, you fucking dumbass.

PLUS this was the Spring NETWORK promo, so yeah, they’d be clear on what they want, etc.....and what happened to the NETWORK clamping down HARDDDD cuz they want ratings (when it doesn’t matter anymoar)?

Also, even if this were true, that would be like an ad agency failing to understand the product they’re pitching to a client....and they’d need to do so and the client would need to approve it. I love how she thinks some boiler room full of monkees just throws up the first 3 images for each show and the CW, who will be airing it, just let it rip....

Wait, I thought she said “everybody haaatttessss Jabi”???? How could they thusly pique anybody’s interest? Similarly, how does Douchie gremlining on a bike/Pussy driving out of Pop’s parking lot (slowly and responsibly) get the world hot and bothered?

Ever think it’s moar of setting the mood, with Jabi, interestingly, framed as THE couple????

Yes, it does look “dreamlike” and is entirely possible.....THAT would go to MY theory, noooo?? Oh orrr it’s 50s Jug dreeming of Tabi and pining for her...hmmmm...again, all not good for Jizzy....

Erinn has, but yeah, keep on with that stupid....

Oh good lord, “manipulation” from somebody desperately seeking to gaslight others....

Ummm.....again, please tell me what’s been in the promos that hasn’t come to pass?

Also, now she’s Bagelswannering....I remember how they ALL insisted a clip of CS inserted with all canon couples (that, admittedly, wasn’t entirely romantic at the time, but the heavy foreshadowing of where that slooooowwwwwww burrrnnn would be heading) for a V-Day promo to the song Timeless, had them all scoffing endlessly about how stupid we were....

Annnddddd.....we all know, etc....

Oh yes, she sure proved her endless, pointless desperate restating of her disproven manipulations with the Seth gif, huh???

Duuuuddee....you are unquestionably in for “JT part two”. And endgame!!!

1. When it will be even shittier for you?

2. I sent you a trolling anon. You did not answer. Mah heart is broken. And you are a liar.

Well, at least her ridiculous lies talked down Izzy.....meanwhile, “declare victory”????

A) Duuuddeee.....it’s a fucking TeeVee show

B) But what would I do if I didn’t have your batshit whining?

C) Nope

Umm....y’all insisted the Jizzy kiss was you guys winning, and clung to it endlessly, despite Cole interviewing, “nope” for the rest of the season, dude....

Plus, the VD kiss? Trolling the BAV triangle to come....

But funny how you’re using instances of you not getting your way to “prove” your point, huh?

Once again, doesn’t change Jabi presented as this TL couple......if anything, again, then you’re saying you’re fine with Jizzy where Jug’s memory wiped/it’s an AU and neither really loves the other? How awesome for you. I thought, again, that doesn’t count?

Oh yeah, Snorty.....Jug then explained he was simply a fucking mess and not yet ready, made a pass at her five seconds later, admitted he had deep feelings after all five seconds after that ANNNDDD.....once he’d cleaned up, promptly informed her she was his, it wasn’t open for debate, made sweet love and they’ve been together and in love ever since......

Yeah, that sure turned out horribly for us Jabi shippers, huh???

Oh and how did Tabs cucking Jug with the ASL teacher work for you??? Oh, right, fanfic, cuz you’re a fucking idiot...

[rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team]

Chaz perked up at the quick agreement, a bit stunned, stammering "U-Uh yeah sure, just give me your phone real quick" Chaz said with an awkward grin, taking Blitz's phone and saving his address to it as quick as he could handing it back just in time for him to freeze as Blitz leaned over the counter and kissed him on the cheek, body heating up as he grinned with a shudder as Blitz whispered to him, tail wagging behind him.

He had a pretty noticeable blush as he chuckled, not sure what to say to such sweet words from the Imp, scratching his neck before giving a bashful grin "Thanks Blitz... You too Demetri" The shark said before waving them goodbye and sighing, desperately hoping that this went well

-

The shark went through the rest of his shift, pretty uneventfully, till the club was closing for the night, gathering his things and beginning to walk out before a voice snapped him out of his thoughts

"Was that Blitz you were talking to earlier?"

Chaz perked his head up, turning around to face the sin, Asmodeus comfortable sitting on the edge of the stage, casually instructing some other employees as they closed up "Y-Yes..?"

"I don't have a problem with it, just surprised, you and the others were pretty adamant on me and Fizz not mentioning you to him at all."

"Well yeah, we all got a past with him I guess but he just showed up at the bar, he was actually really forgiving and... nice. Asked me out for tomorrow even."

"Oh, well Im happy for you, You especially could use something like that I think. Good."

"M-Me? Why?" Chaz asked, raising a brow

"Cause In the time I've known you, I've sensed your lust for... redemption I suppose, for forgiveness and a second chance. I would have helped if you asked but Im glad it worked out on it's own. Though I still think those other two deserved it just slightly..." Ozzie rolled his eyes then grew a slight smirk, Chaz chuckling to hide his embarrassment.

"Gee Big O, okay then, know all my kinks and dirty thoughts too?" Chaz questioned jokingly, earning a giggle from the sin "Only what you think about in my presence, but a fair bit I guess, your a nice boost to the moods I thrive off of when your on shift~" Asmodeus teased, Chaz blushing as he waved him off "Your welcome Jizz Lord~ Goodnight~" Chaz almost sang as he walked out, waving farewell to his boss so he could get home.

-

Chaz made sure to get up earlier then usual, and did his whole routine, shower, brush and gel his hair as well as somewhat nice colone he was trying, that smelled like a NICE ocean, breeze. Not greed's for sure. He was just dressed in his shoes, tight pants and sweater.

He kept an eye on the time, and walked out, grinning back when he saw Blitz parked outside as he walked up "Heya Blitz! You look great! Hope this is a okay look, wasn't sure what to go with and besides it's got the comfort that Im used to it." Chaz said with a shrug as he put his hands in his pockets, thanking when Blitz opened the door for him, not often on the receiving end of gentlemanly gestures, ducking to get in only for his eyes to go wide.

Not even at the nice looking takeout and water, which he did need, his nervousness had left his throat a bit dry and parched, but at seeing his jacket again, clearly cleaned and taken care of, his heart skipped a beat, mouth agape for a second as he pulled it out, just enjoying holding it in his hands again for a second.

"Geez, I can't describe how much it means you giving this back to me Blitz. Just..." Chaz began, slipping it on, and taking a deep sigh of relief as he pulled it closed for a second, enjoying the comfort it brought in him again before smiling at Blitz "Thanks, and of course I do, don't get asked out much like this these days, besides-

He got real bold, putting a hand on Blitz's shoulder "I-I'd like to spend some more time with you too, get to know eachother. Hell Im the one who can't keep his dirty mouth shut, I'd be more concerned if your comfortable hanging out with me!" Chaz joked, leaning down to be on eye level mostly with Blitz, a dorky grin on his face as his tail wagged.

Chaz awkwardly scratched his neck, feeling very embarrassed and shameful about it all "Yeah guess I didn't leave you much choice, aaaannd about that... I kinda fucked one mob guy well enough so he made a fake jaw cause he has a friend who knows how to smith, bought me enough time to get out of there thank Leviathan. He's probably noticed it's a fake by now but now Im with Ozz, who's aware of that whole shtick so I'm... mostly safe now." Chaz shrugs awkwardly before honestly blushing at hearing Blitz say he's glad he's not dead or maimed, like that's something so strange. "G-Geez Blitz your gonna make me blush, thanks..." He said, watching the exchange between the two with just a hint of sadness on his face, before blushing even deeper at the proposition from Demetri, blinking in surprise, chuckling before leaning in closer to Incubus.

"Heheh so now you wanna pick all this up when I seem like a package deal with Dickzy Blitzy, should I be offended or impressed you have such high wants for what you want to bring back to your bed~ CauseI can least say Blitz is a stud under all that~" Chaz teased with a grin, winking at Blitz as he wiggled his hips and swayed his tail, even now he enjoyed bantering with Demetri, even if the proposition did sound nice.

He looked over at Blitz as he spoke, not even seeming dissappointed as Blitz asked for a raincheck, smiling a bit when he asked him to text when the shark could manage, and even wider at the question "U-Uh Yeah I can be free! Not a great shot myself but sounds fun, which... uh ring is it in? Unless you want to pick me up, which I can tell you my adress, just... Don't tell Moxxie or Millie, I'm afraid they'd break down our door..." Chaz admitted awkwardly at the end, honestly fearful of his ex girlfriend in particular still. but shrugging it off, looking to Blitz with a smile still, clearly happy to be asked out for an outing with the Imp.

[five-bi-five-mind]

hi!! was wondering if u could do a jealous jjxreader fic? be as angsty as u want lol i love angst and i hope u do too🤞

It's Killing Me

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Smutty angst. That's all it is really.

Words: 4.5k+

Summary: All you wanted to do was get over JJ and find someone new, but she wasn't going to let that happen.

Warnings: top!JJ, bottom!Reader, jealous JJ, fingering, semi-public sex, a little bit of angry sex, lots of mentions of alcohol, very very slight bit of dubcon (just wanted to warn about it just in case).

A/N: So this wasn't as angsty as I thought it would be. Lots of anger in it though I think. Hope this was angsty enough though! If not I can give it another go ;)

(gif not mine; credit to sapphicprentiss)

It was supposed to be a fun night. A night filled with too many drinks, meaningless flirting, maybe even a messy hookup. That’s what you were promised at least when Garcia practically begged you to agree to this.

You asked her for one simple thing in return for begrudgingly saying yes: no profilers. It wasn’t that you had a problem with them. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind if a few of them came along, but you couldn’t just single one out without getting asked a thousand questions from Garcia. You knew how curious she could be. She already had been poking a little too much at the sour mood you’ve been sporting for almost a month now. 

She didn’t have to be a profiler to know something was up with you, which is partially why you agreed to tonight. A night out might distract her from getting to the bottom of your bad mood and, if you were being honest, you hoped it would distract you from it too.

While party scenes weren’t your thing, you were hoping the loud music, countless dancing bodies, and a decent amount of alcohol would get you out of your own head. And after two drinks and a pretty girl pulling you away from Penelope to go dance, it was almost working. The bad mood was quickly leaving your mind with each song that played and with each moment the girl’s hands roamed your body as you danced. When she started whispering things in your ear it felt like almost every ounce of your bad mood was dissipating. All the while Penelope was nearby grinning each time she looked over to you. Another drink in, and you began to have hope that tonight would give you the boost you needed to move on.

Except, when you pulled away from the girl you made a mistake. You only were leaving for a moment to get water, take a moment to sober up just a little before you made the decision to let this stranger take you home. But when you stumbled through the crowd of dancing patrons to the bar that’s when you caught sight of her. The person you were avoiding, the reason for your bad mood. JJ stood at the bar with Garcia, laughing and talking together as if she was expected to be there. 

Your stomach dropped. All the progress you made tonight just went out the window. Any thoughts of having a meaningless fling to make you feel better was gone and in flooded all the pain and heartache you so desperately wanted to forget. 

Dignity be damned, you were not going to stay here any longer. Sure the girl on the dance floor was cute, and she was saying things to you that on any other day would’ve made you melt. But seeing JJ cracked open a wound you were meant to start healing tonight. The plan now was to turn and run. You’d text Garcia later. Maybe lie and say that another girl took you home. All you wanted was to call an Uber and crawl into your bed now. A total 180 from how you were feeling just moments ago.

Only, of fucking course, you can’t even do that. Before you can even begin to turn JJ’s eyes lock on yours. You feel like a deer caught in the headlights. Fuck it, you think, you’d absolutely still turn around and ignore her. Except, then Garcia sees you and gives you a sheepish smile before waving you over. 

It takes you only a moment to weigh your options. Knowing Garcia, if you still left now she would have an onslaught of questions for you in the morning. You didn’t want to deal with that, there’s only so many lies you can tell about the situation. 

You took your sweet time making it through the crowd to where Penelope and JJ were. Unfortunately, JJ never took her eyes off you and you felt like you were being suffocated by the weight of her stare. She threw you a gentle smile but you knew it was fake. A mask to further hide the truth from Garcia. Her eyes said it all though. There was a rage there, deep and fierce and it chilled you to the bone. Somehow, you knew the rest of your night was about to be a train wreck. 

“(Y/N) hey” JJ greets you innocently enough when you finally reach them. 

“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help the slight hint of aggression in your voice. “I mean… what brings you out tonight?”

JJ and Garcia exchange a look that you definitely didn’t miss, before JJ returned to staring you down. That same fake smile plastered to her face.

“Penelope knew I was spending my night alone, so she invited me.” 

“Oh,” was all you could manage to say as your eyes shifted to your very guilty looking friend. She mouthed the word sorry before giving a guilty smile. You rolled your eyes at her, trying to play it off as no big deal. But inside you were having an absolute melt down. How were you going to make this situation seem as a normal as possible while also making an excuse to not stay much longer? You figured one more drink would satisfy Garcia, and then you’d make the excuse that you’ve had a little too much alcohol and should probably go sleep it off.

“I’m going to get a drink,” JJ snaps you out of your thoughts. “Anybody want anything?” 

“Yes” Garcia and you say in unison. 

“What do you want, Penelope?” 

“Hmm get me something fruity. Surprise me.” And with that, JJ walked to the other end of the bar to flag down the bartender. She never asked you what you wanted, but then you realized she didn’t have to. She already knew your go-to. And the fact that she did irked you for some reason, bringing the rest of your bad mood back in full swing.

“Don’t make that face,” Garcia poked you in the rib to bring you out of your thoughts. 

“What face?”

“The grumpy one,” she pointed at you accusingly. “I know you said no profilers, but it’s just JJ. You can relax. She’s not going to analyze you here.” That’s exactly what she’s going to do. That’s exactly what she always does these days. Any moment you’re in a room with her back at the BAU. You can feel her eyes on you, you can tell she’s taking in your every word and action. 

“I know they all can be intimidating, but let your guard down a little bit,” Garcia continues. “JJ is fun, I promise.” Letting your guard down with JJ is what got you into this horrible headspace. 

“Here,” JJ comes up from behind you, startling you as she hands you your drink. She’s entirely too close, practically pressed right up against you as she stands by you and begins to sip hers. It feels like your entire being is entirely too aware of her presence. She makes no effort to move either. She just continues to chat away with Garcia as you try to drink your drink quickly so you can leave. With each passing second of standing near her, you felt yourself grow more and more on edge. 

Finally, you had finished your drink. Going at a pace that was a little too fast for a semi-lightweight like you, but normal enough that Garcia wouldn’t question it. JJ probably knew exactly what you were doing, but, frankly, you didn’t give a fuck.

“Hey, I’m gonna head out,” You say as you place your empty glass back on the bar.

“Oh no you’re not!” Garcia gives you an exaggerated frown. “You’re not leaving here until you at least get a cutie’s number.” You didn’t miss the way JJ’s hand clenched around her drink as Penelope said that. “What happened to that girl you were dancing with? By the way it looked, you two were getting really familiar.” 

You had completely forgotten about her. Looking back to the dance floor you scanned the crowd, catching a glimpse of her. She was already dancing with someone else. It didn’t bother you, though. Any idea of a fun hookup was long gone the moment you saw JJ. 

You just shrugged and hoped Garcia would drop it. 

“You really need to have more fun. Go hook up, get a little messy. Here, me and JJ will totally set you up.” JJ’s jaw clenched at this but she still put on a fake smile and nodded along with Garcia. Pretending like her blood wasn’t boiling at the thought. “There’s plenty of girls who’ve had their eye on you all night. One of them has to be your type. Wait, what is your type?”

“I don’t really have-“

“Blondes.” JJ interrupted, throwing you a devilish smirk. One that challenged and infuriated you. 

Penelope paused for a moment, her eyes shifting for just a second curiously between the two of you. You rolled your eyes at JJ, hoping Garcia wouldn’t think much of it and you could play it off as a joke. 

“That’s not enough to go on,” Garcia finally said, “but alright. Let’s find you a blonde.” 

She scanned the place for a potential match and you kept your eyes glued to your empty glass sitting on the bar. You were going to need another drink to survive the discomfort of the situation. But you knew one more drink was not something you’d be able to handle.

“Oh, what about her?” Garcia’s pointing was definitely not as sly as you’d want it to be. “She’s been glancing at you all night long.” 

“She’s cute, I guess,” you just shrug. You couldn’t say much more, not when JJ was monitoring your every move as you turned to look at the girl Garcia picked out for you. 

Unfortunately, you also weren’t as sly as you wanted to be. The girl across the bar glanced at you again, this time throwing you a wink and a flirtatious smile before giving you a little wave.

“Oh my god, you have to go over there,” Garcia practically bounced with joy as she saw the little interaction the girl threw your way. “Let her buy you a drink!” 

“Penelope, I don’t really know…” You really did not want to talk to this girl with JJ glaring you down the whole time. 

“Go! Go!” She wasn’t giving you a choice. 

You sigh in frustration and finally nod, turning to go force yourself to flirt with this stranger. Except, you didn’t get very far without tripping. On what? You weren’t sure, but you swear it was JJ’s foot and it wasn’t there before. The results of this was your worst nightmare though. You hadn’t realized JJ was that close to you still, yet you stumbled up on her to catch yourself, as the only way to keep yourself from falling was unfortunately to grab onto JJ. 

It didn’t end there though, of course it didn’t end there. Your hands latched onto the arm that was holding her drink and in a blink of an eye, it was all over you. You were utterly mortified, yet also incredibly angry. What was nagging at you was the immediate thought that JJ was more coordinated than that. That her drinking spilling all over you was a little more dramatic than it needed to be. That you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what you tripped on, and swore it was JJ’s strategic foot placement. 

“Fuck…” You groaned as you looked at your now drenched shirt. 

“Oh shit,” JJ feigned concern. “At least you didn’t fall.” 

You looked up at her for a moment to glare before looking back at your ruined outfit. 

“I’m going to dry off and then I’m going home.” 

“Let me go with you and help,” JJ offered. You could tell there was a motive to that. And there it was, the absolute proof you needed that she indeed caused you to trip. This was all planned just to stop you from getting that girl’s number.

“I’m fine. I don’t need help.” 

“It’s no problem, I insist.” JJ looks down at you. Her eyes are stern, dark. She’s challenging you to refute her, but she knew you wouldn’t. It would just cause Garcia to question, and you didn’t miss the curious stares she was giving you already. 

“Okay,” you sighed and started to make your way to the bathroom. JJ followed behind, still staying entirely too close. When you began to turn the wrong way, JJ’s hand pressed to your back to guide you in a different direction and you tensed up at the feeling. 

You don’t know if it was a relief or not when you entered the bathroom to find that it was completely empty. On one hand, no one could see you clean yourself off in shame. On the other hand, you were now completely alone with the one person you’ve tried so hard to avoid. What you didn’t notice was the click of the lock, as JJ turned it behind you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing trying to hook up with random strangers?” JJ rounded on you almost immediately. You had barely even reached for paper towels to dry yourself off, when you realized she was already in your face. 

“It’s none of your business.” You tried to square your shoulders. To act tough, even when she was staring you down with a fiery glare. 

“It is absolutely my fucking business, (Y/N).” 

“We broke up three weeks ago. I can hook up with whatever stranger I want. Plus, I wasn’t even doing anything, only dancing. Trying to have fun for once.” 

“Only dancing?” JJ scoffed. “I saw the way she was touching you. She was all over you. Practically fucking you on the dance floor for everyone to see.” 

“You were watching us the whole time?” Your eyes widened in shock. How long had she actually been at the club? 

“Of course I was,” JJ snapped. “When someone touches what’s mine, I’m going to fucking notice.” 

“I’m not yours anymore, JJ, remember?” You snapped back with fierceness. It may have been the alcohol you had, although you were sobering up quickly, but you could already feel the sting of tears threatening to spill. “Is this why you came? To keep tabs on me? To make sure I didn’t fuck anyone?” 

“Yes,” JJ hissed. 

You were taken aback by that. She was absolutely seething, practically shaking with anger. You’ve never even seen her like this before. Your back hit the counter in the bathroom and you didn’t even notice you’d been backing up as she kept inching closer. 

“JJ, we broke up,” Your voice was not as firm as you wanted it to be at this moment. “You didn’t want to go public. Remember? So this,” You motioned between the two of you, “right now, is going to make it painfully obvious that there’s something between us. You can’t just stop me from seeing other people.”

“I can,” JJ’s hands suddenly grabbed at your waist. “And I fucking will.” To emphasize her point you felt her entire body suddenly press to your front. It made your head spin to have her so close again. But it also made your stomach churn in disgust at your own desperation for her.

“JJ...” You warned, your hands bracing on her shoulders. “This isn’t a good idea.” It really wasn’t. You weren’t going to fall down the dark void that was loving Jennifer Jareau again. Not that you ever even stopped. The whole time you were together it was a bumpy road. There were so many nights filled with screaming matches. You didn’t want to be her dirty little secret anymore. You wanted to tell people that she was your girlfriend and that you two were in love. But she was afraid. She wouldn’t even hold your hand in public in case someone on the team just happened to be there. It would hurt every time. It started to feel like all she wanted you around for was to fuck and, in the moment, it was great and she made you feel amazing. But then there were times afterwards where she would close herself off, leave you there like it meant nothing and it broke your heart a little more each time. 

There were many times where you were close to telling her you had enough, but each time she would stop you and make you forget all about leaving her. But then there was the one time you put your foot down. It took all of your strength to walk out the door. You didn’t have that strength tonight. 

“Please, JJ,” she was kissing on your neck now and your hands balled into fists on her shirt. You weren’t sure if you were trying to push her off or pull her closer. 

“You don’t know how much it fucking kills me to see someone else’s hands on you,” she seethed against your skin as her lips made their way to your ear. “You’re mine. No one else is allowed to touch you like I do.” You couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spin. You should be refusing this, actually fight back, but you just couldn’t help it. 

Her hand slid behind your head, grabbing a fist full of your hair. She pulled back for just a moment, before using her grip to pull you forward and meet her lips in a searing kiss. And, god, did this kiss make you absolutely melt. It was all tongue and teeth. She kissed you with such force that your head was spinning. Her tongue pried your lips open and slid into your mouth and you couldn’t hold back the gasp when you felt it slide against hers. Suddenly, you found your body giving into the feeling of her all over you. Your fists relaxed on her shoulders and you tried to kiss her back with as much desperation as she was giving you. 

Her hand released its grip on your hair, only so she could move both of them down to the backs of your thighs to hoist you onto the bathroom counter. You let out a yelp of surprise against her lips as you felt yourself being lifted, but neither of you once broke the kiss. Without even thinking, you hooked your legs around her hips and pulled her even closer. In the back of your mind, there was still a tiny voice begging you to push her away. Yet, you continued to ignore it. This is what you’ve been craving for weeks and the minute JJ kissed your lips, you knew you couldn’t deny that anymore. All you wanted was her, that feeling never went away. How could you once have thought you could just hook up with someone else? Let someone else touch you? How could you think for a second that you weren’t always going to be hers. You had just been fooling yourself the entire night.

JJ pulled back from the kiss finally, only to reattach her lips to your neck while her hands made their way down your stomach to the button of your pants. Maybe you shouldn’t be doing this in the bathroom, you thought about it for a second. But then she was popping the button open and slipping her hand right past your underwear too.

“Fuck,” JJ groaned as her fingers slid up and down through your folds. “Is this for me?”

All you could do was whimper as you felt the tips of her fingers brush over your clit, once, twice. You couldn’t stop your hips from chasing the feeling, but each time you tried to get more contact she’d move her fingers away.

“I said, did I make you this wet?” JJ’s fingers were barely touching you now and you huffed in frustration. “Or was this for that girl you were trying to fuck?”

“I wasn’t-” you were cut off with a gasp when you felt the palm of JJ’s hand press down hard onto your clit. “Fuck! It’s for you, okay? I’m only this wet because of you.” She barely started touching you and you were already such a mess for her.

“That’s what I thought,” JJ taunted as she began to rub the palm of her hand against your clit at a rough pace. You couldn’t help the grind of your hips against her hand and you buried your face into her shoulder to muffle the pathetic sounds of your whimpering. 

But you needed more. You needed to feel her again, to have her closer. It had been less than a month since the last time you were with her, but right now that felt like a lifetime. You needed to feel JJ fill you and take what was hers. As if reading your mind, that’s exactly what JJ did. Sliding two fingers inside you without warning you tried to hide your moan in the crook of JJ’s neck. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” JJ groaned as her fingers set an unforgiving pace. She was fucking her fingers into you hard and fast. Part of you wanted to make it last, part of you was ashamed that you were letting this happen in the first place, and another, larger part of you wanted her to make you cum quick. At any minute someone could walk into that bathroom and see you looking like an absolute mess, trying to fuck yourself on JJ’s fingers to match her pace and chase your orgasm. Not to mention, Garcia was still out there waiting for you both to return. 

When JJ curled her fingers inside you just right your hands clenched back into fists on her shirt. You couldn’t keep yourself quiet and desperately tried to muffle the whines and moans that she was forcing out of you. When she started pumping her fingers in even harder, causing her palm to rub against your clit again, you could feel yourself clench around her. 

“This right here?” JJ’s voice was dripping with lust as she thrust her fingers into you particularly hard. “This pussy is mine.” You could feel your legs shaking as her speed increased. She was being incredibly rough, but you loved every single moment of it. 

JJ’s free hand found its way into your hair again, prying you from where your face was buried in her chest to force you to make eye contact. “Say it,” JJ growled.

“Say what?” You could barely form those two words. Her fingers slowed and you couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that came from your lips, your hips trying to pick up the pace. You were so close and her slowly down was leaving you painfully right at the edge. Not able to cum, even though you desperately needed to. 

“Say who you belong to.” JJ pulled you closer until her lips ghosted yours. “Say it and you get to cum.”

You groaned in frustration but knew you had to give in. She always did this, took all control from you and left you a desperate mess for her. But fuck, did you love it. 

“You,” you moaned out as your hips kept moving to encourage her to keep her fingers pumping inside you.

“Good girl,” JJ mocked and then returned to her brutal pace. It took only a few more seconds of her fingers sliding in and out of you, before you were on that edge again. And when she finally pressed her lips firmly against yours again you felt yourself falling over. Her lips muffled the moan that ripped out of you when you came.

Both of you stayed there for a moment. Her fingers still inside you as you both caught your breath. But then JJ pulled away, slipping her hand out of your pants and turning past you without a word to wash the cum off her fingers. You sat there on the counter and watched in silence. Your mind still hadn’t caught up with what just happened, and honestly you still weren’t recovered from the powerful orgasm she drew out of you. 

She didn’t say anything as you watched her dry her hands. And when you watched her turn the lock and walk out, she didn’t so much as look back at you.

That familiar feeling suddenly came back in full force. The feeling of shame that you gave in like you always do. The feeling of being treated only as property by JJ yet again. 

You shook your head, you weren’t gonna have a break down in the club bathroom after this. No, you were going to go back out there and act as if nothing happened. You’d tell Garcia you were going home, and then you could process the night’s unfortunate turn all you wanted. At least if you cried, it would be in the comfort of your own bed.

Pushing yourself off the counter you made quick work to clean yourself up and burst out of the bathroom. Walking towards where Garcia was with your head held high. 

“I’m heading out,” you said as you stopped at Garcia. “Where’s JJ though?” You couldn’t help, but ask. Hoping JJ would see the way you were trying to pretend like you were unphased. 

“Getting another drink over there!” Garcia pointed to where JJ was currently talking to the bartender. She looked back to where you were, locking eyes for only a moment before returning to ordering a drink. But in that brief moment she made your blood boil yet again, throwing you a knowing look as if she could see right through your facade. 

“Okay, yeah” you mumbled. “So I’ll see you.”

You didn’t give Garcia a chance to say anything more as you pushed through the crowd of drunken people to get to the exit. Fuck, you were furious. Your hands were shaking and you could feel that you wouldn’t make it to your apartment before tears started to fall. How could you do this to yourself again? How could you let her have her way with you only to throw you aside yet again? 

You knew that on Monday everything would go back to the way it was. She would pretend like you two were merely coworkers, that she didn’t know you at all, that she didn’t have her fingers buried knuckle deep inside you in a public place two days before. Fuck why did you let her do that? 

The following weeks were going to be unbearable for you. You already knew that. Now, you are starting at square one again. Not that you made much progress getting over her in the first place. But you wouldn’t falter again, not after tonight. No, this was the last time.

But then you felt your phone vibrate and somehow you knew. There it was, a text from her, a text that immediately made you break your promise to yourself. 

Be at my place. I’ll follow soon. 

And without a second thought, you called the Uber. A few minutes later you were waiting outside JJ’s door. 

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Okay, honestly, Does artist sukuna ever talk to his beloved when he notices their mood's down? After they struggle career wise? I guess what I'm trying to say is, how does he go about comforting them? Since he isn't good with words in my eyes

sukuna’s never been the best with words – even when he tries, he usually trips over his sorrys, his vulnerable thoughts, his heartfelt and dramatic i love yous. so even when your mood is very clearly worse than usual, sukuna knows if he tried to tell you everything will be fine he would probably fuck up somewhere along the way and accidentally tell you something you did not need to hear. instead, sukuna goes about his “my beloved’s career is going badly” comfort in a variety of Sukuna Approved methods, including, but not limited to: 

1. good old-fashioned fucking, especially fucking where he does all the work and you just sit back and have the time of your life and feel better. sukuna may not be good with words, but he is an expert in the art of physical affection, and this is a form of comfort he feels very confident in. he would also follow up such passionate love-making with a very good cuddle and a movie of your choosing to make sure you know without words that he is aggressively in love

2. classic shit talking, wherein he tells you to simply let it out and shit on whatever superior decided that your work was terrible or whoever decided that you “did not have talent.” he will not let you shit talk yourself, though – if you start to question your own abilities, he’s quick to silence you with a forceful “no” and probably some good old-fashioned fucking to boost your ego back up 

3. various acts of service, such as cooking you a meal, washing your hair, giving you spa treatment, etc: sukuna’s other love language is actions that convey just how much he’s obsessed with you. if the vibes are bad, he immediately starts doing Literally Everything Around the House in a desperate attempt to make you comfortable and to treat you like the royalty you are, to the point where if you try to pour your own glass of wine he gets upset

4. outside distractions, like going to the movies, visiting a museum, or taking a day trip to take your mind off what’s bothering you and hopefully get your excitement/inspiration back. he’ll plan a day to a state park or a beach or sword fighting class to get you out of the house and force you to stop stewing in your own self-loathing. sukuna would make sure you both dress so hot and sexy to feed your ego and be the most slutty, whorish man whenever no one’s looking just to improve your mood (and also because he wants to fuck)

5. aggressive compliments, which usually come after one of the above. since sukuna doesn’t use words often, your only choice is to believe him when he almost too-aggressively states that you are the most talented person he’s ever met and everyone who doesn’t see that is a stupid little bitch, what if i just threatened them, what then? his belief in your eventual success is so potent and unwavering that it almost moves you to tears, but you’re usually too busy laughing at the blush on his cheeks to start crying 

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‘I Love You More Than Video Games’ Kenny Omega (Tyson) x fem!reader

^reader is in dire need of cuddles and attention from her boyfriend.^

Y/N POV:

I watched him stare at the screen for what felt like an eternity. I walked into what he calls the ‘Nerd Cave’; one of the spare rooms we had that was decked out with posters, figures, props and all kinds of stuff from our favorite shows or films. It was a sweet thing he had come up with when we moved in together. I stood in the doorway for a while just admiring him. It’s always nice to see him in one of his elements: dressed comfy, sat in his gamer chair, glasses on, and playing video games; truly peaceful. Though I adore to see him like that, I was so desperate for his cuddles. One thing many don’t know about the great Kenny Omega is that he is a cuddle king! And I needed them BAD! I walked into the room carefully so I didn’t startle him. A habit we both adopted was not to scare each other when they had headphones on. I gently put my hands on his shoulders and leaned over the chair, kissing his cheek. He paused his game and lowered his headphones so they rested around his neck, “Hey honey. Wanna join?” he asked. “I actually was hoping for some cuddles. Pleaseee Ty?” He smiled and leaned his head to kiss my hand. “Aw, is someone deficient in Vitamin Me?” Another thing people don’t know is that he makes terrible but cute puns. “Let me finish this level, then you’ll get all the cuddles. Okay?” I nodded and went to the bedroom; knowing his skill, he’ll have the level beat in minutes.

After another half hour, I got annoyed. I went back to the Nerd Cave and noticed he’s started a new level. He must have heard me come in somehow and pulled his headphones down. “I’ll join you in a second baby.” I decided I had enough and turned the chair slightly, climbing into his lap and clinging onto him. “Now Tyson. If I don’t get snuggles in the next five minutes, I might die” I joked. He laughed, “We can’t have that now, can we?” he wrapped his arms around me and resumed his game, “You stay like that, I finish the level, then we go to bed and snuggle.” I smile into his chest, “Dobbie too?” I feel the vibrations from his chuckle, “Yes, babygirl, Dobbie too.” He kissed the top of my head and went back to his game. 

He was a man of his word and after this level, he took his headphones off and picked me up to go to the bedroom. Like the king he is, Dobbie was already on the bed. We settled in bed under the covers and I immediately laid my head on his chest, his arms wrapping around me tightly. Cuddles with Ty always boosted my mood. We didn’t have to talk, just our bodies close together. His hand went up to play with my hair until he tilted my head up to kiss my lips. “I’m glad you didn’t die. I do think you laying on me while I game is absolutely adorable and you should do it more often.” I couldn’t help the smile on my face, “Of course you do, dork.” “I’m serious! You close to me while I kick virtual ass? Makes it even better.” I roll my eyes playfully, “I’ll keep that in mind. I love you.” He kisses me again, letting the feel of his lips on mine linger for a moment, “I love you too.” I decided to poke fun at him: “More than video games?” “A billion times more than video games.”  From then on I made sure to sit in his lap while he gamed more often. It’s, how you say, ‘killing two birds with one stone’?

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A Game

Summary: Tony suggests a game that you, the unfortunate intern, get dragged right into the center of: who can make a woman cum the fastest?

Pairings: all dark!: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader, Tony x Reader, implied natasha x reader

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON (oral: f-receiving, fingering, tiny smidge of analplay) VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM, BLACKMAILING, OVERSTIMULATION. The characters in this story are NOT good people. After reading the warnings, your media consumption is your own responsibility!

As Stark’s party mellowed down and all the guests left, you, the unfortunate intern, were called over to the small group of five Avengers seated in a section of couches.

“Y/n, come!” Thor’s voice boomed.

“Y/n, come!” Sam mimicked, deepening his voice to make fun of Thor’s.

You approached them as the men snickered at Sam’s joke. 

“What can I do for you?” you ask, a fake smile plastered on your face.

Stark cleared his throat and raised a brow at you; a silent command. 

“What can I do for you, sir?” 

“A round of drinks please, and add this to Sir Barnes, Sir Rogers, and I’s drinks.” Thor handed you the flask of his Asgardian liquor and you accepted it, hiding the slight nervous tremble of your hands.

“Of course, sir.”

“Someone’s been learning their manners,” Steve taunted, and it took all your restraint to not snarl at him.

“Easy there, Rogers,” Stark interjected, noticing how your fingers clenched Thor’s flask tighter. “Pretty sure Barnes fucked the brat outta her couple days ago when he came back from that shitshow of mission in Bosnia. Got a lot of pent up rage there, Buck?”

“Mission just put me in a bad mood,” Bucky shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think I fucked all the brat outta her. Got anything left for me, doll?”

“I have nothing for you, you self-righteous, ignorant prick,” you spat venomously.

“There she is. I always love a challenge.” Bucky smirked at how your knuckles were turning white around the flask. “Now didn’t Thor ask you to go fetch us some drinks?”

You huffed, opting to bite your tongue rather than lashing out, and spun on your heel toward the minibar.

Three-months ago, you would never have imagined your internship interview at S.H.I.E.L.D to bring you here. Your interview had been conducted by Captain America himself, and just as things began to look promising, it was interrupted by a sharp knock from Tony Stark. Tony had brought Steve into the hall, leaving the door to the conference room open, and you could only sneak glances through the window of the room, hearing Steve whisper about how it was “a question of morality” while they both kept looking back at you.

You got the position, and the next day, Tony sat you down and gave you an offer.

The Avengers needed to be ‘taken care of’, as he put it, and you being a ‘stress-reliever’ would boost morale around the team. Most of the them never had time for the outside world (apparently saving the world was a big commitment?) and were rarely ever able to make lasting relationships. You could accept the position, be compensated monthy, and get to live in the compound, or you could decline, and walk away with your mouth sealed by the confidentiality contract you signed before the interview.  Something about S.H.I.E.L.D. work being linked to a lot of top secret information, meaning you weren’t allowed to speak any details of the job to outside parties unless you wanted to get sued for every penny you were worth.

You had been on the cusp of taking the second option before Tony mentioned your sister’s job as S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent. She was half the reason you’d interviewed for an internship. A couple words from Tony about her possibly falling into a fatal accident on a mission, and you took the position offer in a heartbeat.

You almost overfilled the glass while getting lost in your train of thought. Setting down the bottle of expensive whiskey, you placed the last glass next to the others on the silver tray, and picked it up, gracefully yet begrudgingly making your way back to the small gathering.

“Y/n, finally. We were just talking about who here can make a woman cum the fastest.”

The complete utter bluntness of Tony’s words caught you entirely off guard, and you tripped over your own feet, stumbling in your high heels to keep the tray of drinks from falling before Sam reached an arm out to catch the tray and another arm to hold your hip and steady you.

You ripped yourself from Sam’s touch without acknowledging or thanking him, to disturbed by Tony’s previous words to do so. You began passing out the glasses of dark liquid. “And you’re telling me this why?” Your voice was flat in hopes of showing Tony you were completely disinterested in any plans he might have.

“Why, we need your aid, Lady Y/n,” Thor answered a little too cheerfully for your taste.

“I won’t be partaking in your little immature competition of toxic masculinity.” You crossed your arms and continued. “It makes it seem that women are nothing but prizes. Games to be played by boys as they fight over the highscore. Toys.”

“Aren’t they?” Steve cocked his head, eyes glimmering with amusement while a smirk painted his face. The rest of the men chuckled at his reply.

“I think HR would be shocked to hear that Captain America is being a sexist dick to a woman in the workplace,” you bit back, but your threat was weak and they all knew it.

“I think HR would be to busy writing a condolence letter to your sisters family if, let’s say, on her mission with Sam tomorrow in Russia, a stray bullet hit her,” Steve replied. A quick reminder at the stakes. 

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock sympathy. “Those darn Russians and their careless aim.”  

He abruptly pushed himself off the couch and clapped his hands together. “I wanna go first,” he declared.

“Just remember, you can’t use your dick,” Tony added. “Some of us don’t have super soldier serum enhanced fuckwands.”

“Please never, ever say fuckwand again,” Bucky said, scrunching up his nose. “Besides, the hydra serum didn’t do anything down there.” He waggled his eyebrows while elbowing his enhanced counterpart. “Don’t think I could say the same for this punk here though.”

Steve muttered a ‘shut up’ while the group snickered.

All while they compared sizes like a bunch of teenagers, Sam manhandled you onto the coffee table in the center of the couches. You let out a grunt as you were shoved onto your front, stomach pressed into the tabletop while your pelvis was slammed into the edge.

Sam kneeled behind you and brought up two fingers to your mouth.

“Get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby.”

The men around you went quiet, entranced as you reluctantly took Sam’s fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them.

When Sam finally pulled them out, he looked back at Tony.

“You ready?” Sam asked.

Sam hiked the flowy skirt of your dress up your legs causing you to squirm and pathetically thrash; a desperate attempt at putting an abrupt stop to this stupid game.

“You’re on the clock.”

At Tony’s words, Sam immediately stopped your desperate attempt at worming away from him by catching you by the back of your neck and slamming you back down hard on the coffee table. Much to your disdain, the rough treatment made you wet, and that was the last thing you wanted them to see.

But when Sam pulled your lacy panties down, you could tell it was the first thing he noticed.

“Fuck babygirl, I didn’t need you lubing up my fingers, you’re already drenched,” he noted.

You let out a soft moan as Sam worked two calloused fingers into your pussy. Although they’re thick and long, they were nowhere near the size of his dick and you silently thanked whatever was out there that he wasn’t splitting you in half with it at the moment. Sam released the grip on your neck, moving to settle the hand on your ass before giving it a light squeeze and a slap that elicited another moan from you. While Sam slowly began moving his fingers- twisting, curling, and pumping them- he leaned over you, caging your body under his broad chest, to speak dirty words into your ear.

“Baby, you’re so wet right now, I think you like having them watch you.” Your cheeks burned in shame while he picked up the pace. “You want them to see how well-behaved you are for me? Want them to see how you come on my hand like a good little slut?” he cooed.

Slow pumps now turned to quick thrusts from his skilled fingers and Sam groaned as you fluttered around him.

“That’s it. You’re taking me perfectly.”

Twisting his wrist so his thumb could also strum your clit, Sam was moving so fast you’d easily mistake him for a superhuman.

“Yes, Sam, please,” you cried out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, babygirl. Wrong word,” he scolded, although his pace never slowed as his fingers brutally fucked into you.

“Daddy!” you screamed. “I’m cumming!”

You chanted those words, cunt clamping down on his merciless fingers. He gave you no reprieve, mercilessly thrusting into you, until you squirted, your release coating his hand and dripping down his forearm. Only when you were almost crying, did he finally remove his hand from your abused cunt.

“Now that-,” Sam stated, grinning while he stood. “-is how you make a girl come.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Birdbrain.” You don’t have any strength to look at Tony as he speaks. “Give her a couple minutes before whoever’s next.”

Whatever the conversation was between them (you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing in your brain), it was much too short to your liking. The few minutes Tony gave you only felt like a few seconds before Bucky was getting up.

“Guess I’ll take a crack at it,” he announced, rolling his head from side to side.

“No one says “take a crack at it” anymore, old man.”

“Keep talking when your in last place, Sam,” Bucky quipped, however, his tone was still light.

You felt a metal hand on your hip before you were rolled over onto your back, now facing Bucky while your eyes pleaded with him.

“Please dont,” you croaked.

Bucky just scoffed, kneeling down between your legs and wrapping both arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer.

“Tony?” His hot breath fanned your pussy as he spoke and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Stark said.

Bucky wasted no time the moment the words left Tony’s mouth. He started by licking up from your hole to clit over and over, the lazy stripes already driving you wild. Letting go of one of your thighs to bring his flesh hand to your pussy, he pulled the hood of your clit back, pausing his licking to blow on your engorged bud.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” he murmured before turning his head around and speaking louder. “You guys seeing this?” 

He moved his head out of the way to showcase your glistening folds. A couple groans from the men on the couches had you trying to close your legs, but Bucky’s grip was like steel (especially considering his hand was metal).

“Wasting time Buck,” Steve commented and Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I can still beat Sam and have time left over,” he scoffed.

Bucky directed his attention back to your folds, this time, diving in right away. He still had the hood of your clit pulled back as he encased the bud with his lips causing you to writhe at the intense sensation. And yet, you were held down with practically no effort as he methodically played with you. Each time he groaned against you, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and by the time he started sucking on your clit, you were wrecked. Your hand found home in his brown locks of hair while he quickly moved his tongue back and forward on your sensitive nub that was trapped in the vacuum of his mouth. The coil inside you wound tighter and tighter, and suddenly, while Bucky began shaking his head from side to side, it snapped. Your clit pulsed rapidly while encased in his hot mouth, and you screamed, legs locking around his head while your hand held his head in place. He worked you while you rode out your orgasm on his face until you could barely move.

Bucky got up from his knees, grinning down at you, so weak, you couldn’t muster it in you to glare back.

“Now I think I really fucked the brat out of you,” he said. “What was that?” He cupped his ear. “Did I hear a thank you sir?”

“Thank you, sir,” you whimpered weakly.

You were so fucked out, all the next events were but a blur.

Thor had feasted between your thighs the same as Bucky but was more sloppy, although, your body seemed to love ‘sloppy’. His tongue was constantly lashing and worming around your clit, the wet muscle accompanied by lewd slurping sounds, and in record time, Thor’s suckling and licking had you tensing and building up so much that your orgasm felt like a waterfall crashing over your body.

Steve was just as methodical and precise as Bucky, also pumping his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy. He was sweetly slow, dragging out your pleasure to the point where you were begging him to come. His warm tongue dragged across your sensitive cunt, while another hand reached up to grab a breast and pinch a nipple. You felt like your body was on fire. It wasn’t until Steve had inserted a thumb into your ass that he finally allowed your body sweet sweet release.

Your head span as finally collapsing on Tony’s floor, listening to the muffled voices above you.

You didn’t even register Stark’s words as he announced Thor had won and Steve had come in last. You barely even heard Steve’s defense that he was just enjoying himself too much in the moment.

Although ten-minutes later you had a somewhat sense of clarity, after hearing their conversation, you wished you were just unconscious. Even better, dead.

“I’m tellin’ you man, I made her squirt. She definitely came the hardest with me.” Sam’s voice rang.

“Dude- she was literally grinding against my face and holding me in a headlock with her legs,” Bucky argued.

“I literally made the brat beg to cum,” Steve inserted.

“I’d say that by bringing her to release the fastest, it was most intense with me,” Thor declared, victoriously.

You were on the brink of tears as they talked about you. Until another voice cut into the room. A female voice.

“What do you boys think you’re doing?”

It was Natasha. Your head jolted up as you felt a glimmer of hope surge through you.

That glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished at her next words.

“Not inviting me to the boy’s party?” she scolded. “You think a girl might beat you by a landslide?”

Nat squatted down next to you, running a soft hand on your cheek.

“Well you’re right. I’ll beat Thor’s record and cut it in half.”

She began unbuttoning her pants.

“And I’ll do it while riding her face.”

[rommahh]

{Harry in sparkly black….Harry lemme **** *** *** for free}

You hadn’t talked to Harry all day. Not that you were mad at him or anything but your therapy this morning left you feeling a little spacey. There was something about talking about your emotions that left you feeling emotionally drained.

You missed Harry terribly and though it’s only been a short week, you felt very lonely. But on another note, your anxiety wasn’t as bad as it was. You were starting to feel like your normal self again but missing something.

You loved the tight knit life you have with Harry. You like being around him most hours of the day. You two were inseparable. If you were in the shower, he was in the bathroom reading a book from the lounger chair in the corner. If he was writing music on the beach, you were somewhere on the shore collecting shells. If you were going to the grocery store the least he could do was go for the drive with you. You two were close and it was something the both of you were ok with.

Some couples don’t like being so close but it worked for you and Harry. Being away from Harry was a weird experience. It’s only been a week but you feel like it’s been a lifetime. You haven’t minded being on your own but you wanted to be with the person you felt most connected to.

So being you, you purchased a ticket to Chicago. You didn’t know how Harry was going to react but you could only assume it would be a positive reaction. You told Jeff that you were coming so he could get you a hotel key and backstage pass.

As you sat in the airport you felt your back pocket buzz- your music pausing for the call. Your hand slipped into the pocket roughly pulling out the small phone. Harry’s icon, him in a fluffy robe looking as grumpy as ever, met your eyes. You cursed because you were quite obviously in the airport and if he saw you, the surprise would be ruined.

You answered anyways but only for audio. You made sure that your airpods were snug in you ear and there was no chance of them falling out.

“My lover!” Harry greets you a in sing song voice. You could hear his humph as he recognizes that you didn’t answer with the FaceTime video on. “Turn your camera on.”

“Can’t, I’m not feeling good.” You fib nervously. Harry frowned, nervous that he may have done something to upset you.

“Oh, alright. What’s wrong then?” He asks. You chew your lip trying to think of an answer.

“Uh, period.” You stammer.

“Your period doesn’t start for another few day…saw it on the tracker.” Harry may have your period tracker on his phone but it was because he wanted to make sure he was able to comfort you the best way he could when he needed to.

“Must be the meds-“ The sound of your boarding attendant sounded over your head cutting you off. “Hey bubs, I’ve actually got to go but we can’t chat later.”

“Sure, that’s fine I guess. Love you.” He mumbles, confused by the phone call. You hang up leaving Harry a little lost in his thoughts.

Later, Harry sang through his rehearsal carelessly, his head clouded with thoughts. He even sang through TBSL and though he was in the worst of moods, fans waiting at the venue thought he never sounded better.

You on the other hand had just sat through the worst flight of your life. There was a woman in the flight who didn’t want to wear her mask causing commotion before the flight could even take off. You had the worst headache halfway through the flight and because of the lack on supplies, the flight couldn’t give you any ginger ale or accommodations.

You didn’t let any of it get to you though as you directed for the chauffeur Jeff sent for you to go to the venue for show.

Harry sat in the common room backstage with the band and Jeff eating dinner grumpily. His fork was stabbing every little piece of lettuce of his salad, everyone watched worried that he may break his bowl.

“HS3 is trending on Twitter today, pretty exciting.” Jeff says to Harry breaking the silence. Jeff just received a text from you saying that you arrived to the venue and were walking towards Harry’s dressing room.

“Mmm great.” Harry grumbles. Jeff rolled his eyes at the diva.

“Someone’s a little pissy this evening. How about you go fix that mood before you greet your fans with a bad attitude.” Jeff scolds him like a child who just got caught doing something they shouldn’t have. Jeff really didn’t care about Harry’s attitude, used to the moods at this point, but he needed a way for Harry to leave the room and see you in the dressing room.

“Fine, didn’t want to be around anyways.” Harry shrugs.

Back in Harry’s dressing room, you rolled your suitcase into a corner where Harry’s outfit for the night resided on a hanger. You smiled at the sparkly black top that you helped pick out. You walked around his dressing room from the hair and makeup table, past the bathroom/ dressing area, and back around to the couch’s and coffee table where you took a seat. You snagged one of his green juices needing the boost of energy from being on the flight.

You heard the door knob jiggle but stayed planted in you seat sipping on the juice. You never made a peep as Harry barged through the room, scowl covering his face. He stormed past the couch not batting an eye at you. He went to the mini fridge where his juices were before letting an exasperated sigh.

“Who fucking took my juice?” He whines. You quietly giggle in your hand at his tone.

“Im sorry, thought I could have it.” You chuckle. Harry leaps from where he stands letting out a yell. He turns to look at you with wide eyes, hand over his chest as if his heart was going to explode from his chest. You stood from the couch waiting for him to react more but he just stood there in shock. When the realization of you actually being there kicked in he let out another yell before bounding over to you.

Before you knew it, you had two strong arms wrapped tightly around you. Your wrapped around his neck, hands and fingers spread through his hair. His face tucked into your lower neck peppering desperate kisses all over just to feel something.

“What are you doing here?” You hear him cry. You pulled away from him to wipe his eyes of the tears that streamed down his face.

“I needed to see you.” Was all you could muster. He pulled you down on the couch, your body cushioning his larger frame. He laid in between your legs, your back flat in the body of the couch.

“Im so happy your here.” Harry couldn’t even put his excitement into words. He knew you were coming in a week but to have you here earlier than that made him feel things. He sat up from suffocating you into the couch, allowing for you to sit up beside him. “What about your therapy? I hope you’re not jeopardizing your mental health to be here with me cause I would much prefer if you put me on the back burner and took care of yourself.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m ok. I still will see my therapist virtually, I’ve got all new meds that are working fine, and if all goes to shit I will go back home. It’s ok bubs.” You reassure him.

He grabs your face with both hands pulling your face to his. Your lips meet with need. His lips slotting with yours, moving slowly but with rigor as if he was scared you would slip from his fingers. Your bottom lips fit between his lips leaving for him to suck on it slightly. You moaned at the feeling making Harry pull you in tighter. You sat slightly upon his lap, chest against each other tightly. Your tongues pushed at one another, lips loving in tangent.

You pulled away when you felt his lower presence awaken. He whined at the loss of contact making you giggle.

“If we go any further you’re gonna be late for your show. I’ll give you more back at the hotel, yeah?” You say lowly trying to catch your breathe. He groaned resting his forehead on yours chasing your lips with chaste kisses making you smile.

“Fine, you owe my though. This is level three apology situation that can only be resolved with these things; sloppy blowies, butt stuff, or face masks if you catch my drift.” He chastised. You let out a deep belly laugh pushing yourself away from him. You two still sit facing each other, your legs slightly on top of his.

“You’re so nasty, but I may be able to arrange one of those.” You wink making Harry let out a triumphant laugh.

“Are you staying for the show? I understand if your not.” He questions fiddling with your fingers.

“Think it would be best if I didn’t. I’m really tired and I obviously need a nap if I’m going to be up for your post show antics.” You joke giving his nose a poke. He jokingly pretends to bite your finger in retaliation.

Harry went on stage that night happier than ever. He started plotting proposals from the second he walked you to the car with your suitcase and waved goodbye to you. You went to the hotel room and “accidentally” fell asleep wearing one of your most recent purchases curled up in your tour bus blanket.

Let’s just say that Harry not so accidentally woke you up after that concert ready to love all of his adrenaline off in you.

Part 2👀