#the 10 p.m. snack on the other hand

[ghostnebula]

me: "having a child will probably force me to change my lifestyle and make healthier choices, like having a more reasonable bedtime, and eating well to set a good example"

also me: sharing a large butter chicken pizza with my 1 year old at 10 p.m.

[pepperonidk]

9:10 p.m. || k.mg

Pairing: mingyu x gn!reader Summary: just some sleepy time tv time with your best boy Warnings: suggestive Word Count: 540

a/n: had a migraine, called in sick at work, and spent the whole day watching totally spies. 9/10 experience, but mingyu's the 1 i need. i'm on a mingyu kick lately

main masterlist || taglist

“So they’re… spies?” 

“Yeah,” you replied. “It’s literally called Totally Spies. That’s the whole thing.” 

You felt Mingyu’s chest rumble from behind you as he chuckled. You snuggled further into him and he pulled the blanket up higher over the two of you. 

“And you used to watch this when you were little?” he asked curiously. 

You hummed in confirmation. “The gadgets, the fashion, it was iconic. This was my James Bond.” You turned your head up to see Mingyu smiling, still watching the TV and leaned up to press a kiss against his neck. He chuckled again at the way your lips tickled his skin. 

"How did they even become spies?" he asked.

"Honestly, I forget," you answered him. "But I think they just randomly kind of fell into it. They were just normal rich teenage girls in Beverly Hills." He nodded as he kept watching, the girls fighting a handsome jewel thief on the TV.

“I have to admit,” he began, his words stretching into a yawn. “It is pretty cool to watch.” 

“Sleepy?” you asked. 

“A little,” he confessed, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist in a cozy embrace. “But we don’t have to go to bed just yet.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, baby,” he smiled down at you. “It’s the first time I’ve been able to spend the night with you in weeks.” 

“And you wanna spend it watching Totally Spies with me?” you chuckled. 

“I wanna spend it with you,” he corrected. 

You shifted in his lap, turning to straddle him instead so you could see his face directly. He smiled and lifted a hand to your cheek. 

“Have I told you lately what a cheese ball you are?” 

He shrugged and reached his other hand to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. “Not in the last 24 hours at least,” he smiled. 

“Well you are a cheese ball,” you teased.

“And you love me for it,” he pressed a kiss against your cheek as you squealed. 

“And I love you for it,” you confirmed with a laugh. Mingyu continued to press ticklish kisses against your skin. As you tried to pull yourself away from him, he pulled you tighter into his embrace and eventually fell into laughter with you. He pressed one final sweet kiss against your lips before finally relenting and letting you go. 

“What was that about?” you asked with a smile. It was the type of kiss that still made you blush even after all this time. 

“Missed kissing you,” Mingyu shrugged, leaning into you to kiss you again. He reached a hand behind your neck, as if he wasn’t close enough to you. He tasted like the strawberry candy he’d been snacking on during your tv session and you smiled against his lips. 

When you finally broke for air, Mingyu looked flushed. Before he could lean in for another, however, you stood up from the couch and reached a hand down to him. “Let’s go to bed,” you coaxed. 

He pouted up at you as he rubbed circles against your hand in his. “I’m not sleepy,” he protested. 

You smiled playfully at him before tugging him up anyway. “I didn’t say we were going to sleep.”

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[satninroses]

Drunken Care | A.B x Reader

(A/N): First Austin request :-), Supa cute!! Hope you enjoy :-))

Summary: Austin takes care of drunk reader.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1,083

Warnings: Drunk reader, throwing up, swearing, mentions of sadness.

The party had started somewhere at 4:00 P.M. At this point, it was almost 1:00 in the morning ad there were still plenty of people at his house.

You knew Austin from childhood. You were close friends from elementary to high school. He left about a year after your senior year to pursue a career in acting and you supported him all through it. Both of you stayed in touch after everything and talked practically everyday.

When he invited you to the party, you were eager to see how he was after all these years of chatting through the internet. You wanted to envelope him in a tight hug as if he was the one thing grounding you to this Earth.

When you arrived, Austin had pushed his way through the sea of bodies to get to you. This made your heart so happy. You had missed him so much that you couldn’t stop the cascade of happy tears from falling down your face.

You had spent the whole night chatting and catching up with eachother, reliving childhood memories, embarrassing moments, and so much more.

During your conversations, he would be invited to a toast in his name and to his accomplishments. You think there may have been 9 or 10 toasts. You really couldn’t remember at this point. All the drinks entering your system wound you up and unraveled you into a drunk girl.

You sat on his couch staring at your phone, which was upside down and backwards, waiting for him to get back from grabbing a few snacks. While he had drunk to his toasts, he could obviously handle his alcohol better than you could.

“Hey (Y/N). You doing ok?” He placed his hand on the small of your back to get your attention. You sluggishly turned your head to gaze into his pretty eyes. How were they so pretty? How was he so pretty?

You felt tears well up in your eyes at the sight of him. “Oh Austin! I mmmisssed youu! I didn’t know what I was gunna do without you!” You dug your head into the crook of his shoulder and let yourself cry.

“Oh, it’s ok! I’m here now, ok? Don’t cry, I’m right here.” He pat your back reassuringly and laid a small kiss on your forehead. He stood you up to walk you outside for some fresh air. This proved to be a challenge. Your foot- brain coordination was not on point due to your intoxication. You stumbled a bit before finally gripping his shirt and the wall. “Where are we going,” you slurred.

“I’m just gonna take you outside for some air. Is that ok?” He continued to lead you out onto his back deck in hope of calming you down a little bit. You finally reached the back door and he unlocked it. You stepped out into the slightly chilly June night.

An extreme wave a nausea hit you like a cinder block. Your knees hit the ground and your hands rushed to cover your mouth.

“(Y/N)! Hold still i’ll get your a bucket or something!” Before Austin had the chance to stand up and go search for something to catch your puke, it was too late.

You let out that days meals in a painful manner. You were absolutely humiliated. While throwing up did somewhat sober you up, you were still to far gone to stand on your own and clean it. “Oh god. Ok, stay here! It’s gonna be ok. Can you try and make it to that lawn chair for me?” You nodded slowly has to not upset your head more.

For a full five minutes, you sat on the chair and stared at the vomit in embarrassment. “I threw up on his porch. What kind of friend am I?” You began to sob again. “What if he thinks I’m gross and rude?” A hand touches your back.

“I don’t think anything but the world of you. You’re just a little drunk, and we’re gonna get you back on your feet, ok?” Austin went around the chair and kneeled in front of you. In one of his hands were two Ibuprofen and a few crackers. In the other hand was a glass of ice water. “Take these, munch on these crackers, and sip on the water ok?”

You took the pills and swallowed them. You had taken a few more sips of water. He held an outstretched hand towards you. With your free hand, you grabbed it and walked with him back into the home and upstairs. He led you to a large master bedroom. He sat you on the bed. “Stay here, ok? I need to run downstairs.”

You sat alone in silence again for a few more minutes. He returned upstairs with your purse, phone, and a sweatshirt.

“I told everyone to head home. Said some goodbyes. I brought you this in case you wanted to change into something more comfortable. You can use the bathroom right here if you want.”

At this point, you were more sober than you were 20 minutes ago. Still not completely sober. You stripped off your dress and heels as well as your bra. You slipped the sweatshirt on over yourself. You grabbed a pair of his shorts from the laundry basket in the corner of the bathroom.

You walked back into the room and sat on the bed.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah. I’m really sorry that I threw up on your porch.”

“It’s ok. Accidents happen.”

You smile at him and give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around your torso comfortingly. After some time, you let him go and stared at him.

“Do you want me to take the guest room?”

“No it’s ok. You can sleep in here. I’d prefer it too. That way in case you aren’t feeling well I can help you out.”

You laid your back down on the bed and let out a long exhale. “Thank you Austin.”

He smiles again and offers you a sweet kiss on the forehead. before laying beside you. “Anything for you (Y/N).”

You both maneuvered your way under the covers where you fell asleep next to Austin. While being one of your most embarrassing moments, you were glad to be with him again. That was all that mattered.

[beneath-the-irish-sky]

May 25th - 27th

Hi! Welcome to my blog! I am so excited to share what I have been up to in Ireland. I will format this page by sharing what I have had the opportunity to experience every day and then telling you which picture correlates with the story. I will be posting every few days or so for the next month!

My journey started on May 25th when I finally finished packing for this trip. It was a long process to figure out what I wanted to bring and what I could buy while abroad. I watched a few YouTube videos on others who have taken a similar trip. I decided to bring things like shampoo, conditioner, lotion, and medicine because they have different brands in Ireland. I also checked the weather and made sure to bring an umbrella, raincoat and a few jackets. Because of this, my bag was a little heavy and I had to move things around to my carry-on, making this process longer than I anticipated. In total, I brought a very full checked bag (50lbs exactly), a half-empty backpack, and a half-empty duffle bag. We were advised to leave some room in our luggage to fill with souvenirs or clothes!

My flight was scheduled to depart at 7:30 a.m. on May 26th, so I had to wake up around 4 a.m. with just 3 hours of sleep behind me. for the airport since we live about an hour away. The check-in process at the airport counter wasn’t too long. I made sure to pack my important papers (passport and IDs) where I could easily access them. I was lucky enough to have my mom and boyfriend drop me off at security and say goodbye. That helped ease the anxiety I was feeling a little. Goodbyes are bittersweet even if temporary. I finished up the Clear Security process and ventured through security where I met another girl going on the trip. We all wore NAU T-shirts to ensure we could find each other easily, and it was so worth it! We met up with our teacher and the majority of our group at the gate. Some girls decided to fly in later from other destinations. We eventually boarded the first leg of the flight and were on our way to Philadelphia (picture 1). We then had a three-hour layover before flying to Dublin. During my layover, I got food, talked more with my peers on the trip, and called my friends and family. We then began our final leg into Dublin (picture 2). I mostly slept on the plane, but when I wasn't, I was watching movies I had downloaded or colored in a book I had brought. I was too tired to read.

Once we landed, it was 5:30 a.m. on May 27th, Dublin time. We immediately proceeded to customs to get our passports stamped (picture 3) and had to wait a very long time afterwards in baggage claim. We then waited with our bags for another hour to meet two other girls who had later flights. Later, we hopped on a bus to our destination for the next month, University College Dublin! It was about 9 a.m. once we got checked in and got to our rooms. A long two days indeed. We have a kitchen (picture 4), a lounge (picture 5), and a combination of the two at the ends of long hallways (picture 6). In the middle of those are our individual living quarters (picture 7 & 8). The rooms are very nice even if they are a tad small but suitable for one person. The bathroom, however, is a little scary. It has a shower with no walls around it. It is very easy to flood the floor of your bathroom. The first thing I did when I got into my room was unpack and hang up my clothes. Hangers were not provided, but I had purchased travel hangers in advance. Afterwards, I showered and took a nap until about 3 p.m. We decided as a group to meet for dinner and explore Dublin. We also wanted to stop at a connivence store to buy things like hand soap, trash bags, water and snacks. We took the bus on campus (picture 9) into Dublin City Center. From there, we walked through a beautiful park that had the cutest dogs everywhere (picture 10, 11, & 12). Many people were soaking in the sun because it was a very warm day! We continued walking through the city past many cool buildings with gorgeous architecture (picture 13, 14, & 15). We settled on a pub nearby once we got tired of walking in the heat (picture 16). After dinner, we ventured over to the connivence store. It was so surprising the differences in prices here versus America. For instance, a 2 liter of water here was $.89 Euros and I ended up only spending 20 Euros for all of my groceries and paper goods! We then took a bus back to campus and made it just in time to watch the sun set (picture 17)!

I am so excited to be here! It is so beautiful here and Dublin has the most welcoming aura. It feels welcoming and open, and it is one of the main reasons I chose Dublin. I have heard stories about how people fall in love with this city, and I understand them now! I cannot wait to explore more over the next few weeks. I am also looking forward to seeing more of the countryside and looking for that four leaf clover.

Thank you again for reading! I am so excited to share what's next on my trip!

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 38 // My Hold // Day 23

Contents (Warnings): Lynette's very excited for movie night, until she has a heart breaking reminder. (very light vore mentions, the feelies, a slight bit of angst and seriousness).

Wordcount: 1316 (short chapter, I know, I'm working on the next which a day will be skipped, FYI).

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(Oct. 8th, Saturday (After Festival))

There was dancing, sparkling displays, and a lot of cheer as things ended. We didn’t have to stay and clean up, though Edgar made Alexander and Drake stay. June happily volunteered with Claudia and Tila, who looked to make a competition out of it. The rest of us left.

And Viola watched over me as the rest of us were leaving.

Viola handed me the bags I gave her on the first day, all the gifts and clothes Zilla and Lev helped me pick out. 

We passed many of the other places that were already closed or returned to empty lots of dirt. Looking back, I thought how crazy it’d be for all of this to soon be gone. 

At the exit, there was a line. A lot of monsters were leaving, going back into their human forms. The monsters that hadn’t let the beings they ate go had to stop at a tent nearby and do that. There was a slight ruckus at the gate because one monster refused to let someone go.

I tried to pay little attention to that once we went over the gate. Sandra patted each head the best she could. She counted us like we were her little ducklings.

I tugged at my wristband, taking it off and putting it in one of the gift bags. I didn’t think I’d need it from here on out. It would stop working tomorrow anyway.

“I hope everyone enjoyed their time,” Sandra muttered as she turned her back to us. She raised her shoulders, and after a minute or two, she dropped them. The portal opened, and she went through it. 

The others followed suit, talking amongst themselves. Viola gave me a happy smile and a pat, ushering me ahead. 

I went through it. A sense of dread entered my body once I was back in the halls of the pizzeria. My tribulations would continue as usual tomorrow. 

It was a nice break while it lasted. I thought to myself.

I said goodbye to everyone to avoid lingering and left. I checked my phone; it wasn’t even ten. 

Wicks: Can’t wait for movie night! 🥰🍿 9:25 p.m.

Lynette:🍿! 9:51 p.m.

I should get us some snacks! I said happily in my head.

I stopped at the store on the way home. I brought two big bags of caramel corn and all their finest, fizzy pleasures.

When I got home, I groaned aloud. “Is someone having a party?!” Our parking zone was filled. I sighed and had to park further away. I got out, looped my lanyard around my neck, got my duffle back on my shoulder, then shopping bags in one hand and the gift bags in another. 

I struggled to carry them. I closed my truck and locked it.

I walked all the way around, then squinted at the parking lot again. “Of course! Now there’s a spot!” I exclaimed to myself aloud with a giggle.

I struggled to open the glass door with my card, and luckily a sweet old lady opened it for me. I huffed up the steps with my quaking arms. I’m almost there. Come on, Lynette, you can do this! I cheered. 

I banged into the door, unable to lift my arms high enough to get my key when I bent over. 

I exhaled and had to release the bags like a chump. I failed the “take it all in one trip” achievement. 

I unlocked the door and entered our dark apartment. 

Wicks isn’t home yet? I thought to myself. I picked up the bags again. Ah, right, he usually gets home around 10:30. I put the groceries onto the counter overlooking the living room, then went into my room. I threw the duffle bag on my bed and stuffed the gifts under it. I had to sort through them later.  

A devious idea entered my head. I hadn’t turned the lights on. 

I could scare Wicks. I chuckled at the notion, unbagging everything and putting it onto the counter. 

I was going to text him and ask if he wanted me to pick up anything from the store for a cover, but I heard someone at the door. I got closer to it, hearing his voice from the other side. 

Did he bring someone with him?

I remained still, ready to shake the bags of caramel corn I held to spook him. 

But his words hit me clearly when he opened the door. “I know, Charletta, but I’m afraid she’ll hate me after it.”

He flicked on the switch near the door. He dropped his keys on the table, then saw me.

 I lifted up the bags with a weak smile, “surprise….”

I could hear Charletta talking through the receiver but couldn’t hear her response. 

 Wicks smiled half-heartedly. 

“Lentils, I didn’t see your car. You got home early too-” He flicked back to the phone, “Lynette’s here. I’ll call you back later.” He hung up on her.

He rushed over and hugged me tightly. I hugged back, but the usual comforting sandalwood smell didn’t help the twist in my chest. 

I tried not to dwell on his behavior during the festival. And I was so so excited to spend time with him when I got home that I forgot how I felt. 

In my throat, a question rose. It struggled to leave and slowly choked me. 

“I missed you, Lentils; how was it?” He asked. He pulled back, lightly holding my shoulders. I could see his aversion to the conversation he had with Charletta. 

I lowered my head. 

He wanted to tell me something for the past few weeks. He paused during certain subjects and avoided topics. 

I pretended there wasn’t anything wrong. I always did. There were things Wicks never said to me, and I acted blissfully aware. Why can’t you tell me everything like I tell you? Now was no different. I couldn’t keep pretending with the weight of my anxiety.

The question spilled from my quivering lips, “do you not want to be roommates anymore?” I looked at his scuffed white running shoes. 

The silence killed me, but he coddled me with another hug. “NO! That’s not it, Lentils!” He almost sounded offended. “You’re an awesome, loving roommate.” He pressed at the bags in my limp arms, “You even got me caramel corn. It’s my favorite…” he assured me.

“Then why-” 

He broke the hug and locked eyes with me. I could see the worry clouding them. “Would you still love me if I hid something from you?”

“You’re my brother, Wicks. I’ll always love you. You know that.”

He hesitated again. He searched around as if he had lost what he was going to say, and his fingers fidgeted with the trim of his black work vest.

“I’m seeing someone.”

“You are?”

“I was afraid to tell you. I thought you’d give me this long talk about how terrible it is to date a stranger.” He continued, avoiding eye contact and moving his head from side to side with his explanation. 

That’s not it, is it, Wicks… The thought squeezed my heart. You’re not going to tell me... 

I pressed up a smile. “AND YOU KEPT TELLING ME SOMETHING FOR COMING HOME LATER OR THE NEXT DAY!”

Wicks turned back to me, a smile returning to his face too. “YOU CAN’T BLAME ME FOR THAT! AT LEAST I DON’T DISAPPEAR FOR A WHOLE DAY!”

“There’s been times!” I said back in less of a shout and more of a matter of fact. Our playfulness slowly returned as we walked to the kitchen.

I had no choice but to play along and hope he’d tell me.

Wicks was the most normal person in my life right now; he was the only thing I could hold onto for safety. And I couldn't lose my hold, or I'd drown.

…

Thank you for reading! :D Have a gouda day! (Nonnegotiable, if you're lactose intolerant, you're about to be in a lot of pain, sorry, not sorry. Lol).

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[anticomedygarden]

lover, i was lonesome part 2

part 1

It was nearly 10 a.m. when Marlene and Dorcas finally stumbled into the Great Hall the next morning. That was actually earlier than anyone had probably expected them to be up, but seeing as they had passed out around 4 p.m. the previous day, they had actually woken up around 7 a.m. It had then taken another three hours for them to figure out where they were, actually get up, vomit, shower (together, obviously), and get dressed. As it was, they were still the last of their group to make it into the Great Hall. 

“There’s the lovebirds!” someone said smugly. Dorcas didn’t even take the time to figure out which person said that, just blindly threw up her middle finger and sat down. 

“Feel like shit,” she groaned, “and my head is pounding, so all of you, shut up.” 

“Food, now,” Marlene said and made grabby hands. “Make it as greasy as possible.” Dorcas made a noise of agreement. 

The others laughed at them, but there were soon two plates full of bacon, fried eggs, and toast dripping in butter placed in front of them. They dug in immediately. 

When Dorcas finally looked up, she frowned. “Where are Alice, Frank, Peter, and Mary?”

“Mary left with a Ravenclaw girl around 9 p.m., and I haven’t seen her since. Peter is still passed out under the snack table,” James informed them. Then, he smirked, and the light glinted off his glasses. “As for Alice and Frank, they left around 10 last night.”

Marlene whined. “But they were supposed to spend the weekend to celebrate our engagement.”

Sirius laughed, mirth in his eyes. “Oh, you know, they probably wanted to go home and celebrate their own engagement.”

“What?!” Marlene shrieked. 

Dorcas moaned. “Loud,” she whined. 

Marlene pecked her cheek. “Sorry, love,” she apologized, then turned back to the others. “Frank and Alice got engaged? They totally stole our thunder!” 

The others gaped at her, and Lily spoke up, “You really don’t remember anything from yesterday, do you?”

“No,” Marlene and Dorcas said in unison. They exchanged a glance. “What happened?” 

The others all looked at each other. Remus said, “Who wants to start the story?”

James went first. “I guess I’ll start since we were there.” He cleared his throat. “You two got back from Hogsmeade around noon, I think? It was still pretty early. Anyway, you were both already tipsy when you got here, not drunk, though. We had the party ready and you were super excited, and Marlene kept screaming about how she’d ‘bagged the best one’ or something like that.”

“Hang on, I remember this,” Dorcas noted. 

“Same here,” Marlene agreed. “Skip to the part where we’re actually drunk.”

James sighed. “You guys went off on your own for a while, so I’m not sure when you went from ‘tipsy’ to ‘pissed out of your minds’, but I know at some point you decided you were going to convince the rest of us to get engaged and, quote, ‘be as happy as we are’.”

Dorcas gaped at him, and Marlene let out a small grunt-whimper noise. “Did-did we succeed?” she asked weakly. 

James grinned. “You tell me.” 

Dorcas and Marlene gasped, for both Lily and Remus held up a hand to show off their shiny new engagement rings. 

“Oh my god!” Marlene said in wonderment while Dorcas pulled their hands forward to get a closer look. 

Both rings were beautiful, each in their own way. Where Remus’ was a simple, pure gold band, Lily’s was an extravagant silver painted red and green braided to look like vines, and where Remus’ had RL+SB engraved in it, Lily’s had an at least five carat diamond sitting on top. Both must have cost a fortune. 

“Wow, guys, they’re beautiful!” Dorcas gushed. “So how did it happen?”

Lily giggled. “I can’t speak for Sirius and Remus, but for us, as well as Alice and Frank I believe, Marlene sort of let slip that James and Frank already had rings stashed somewhere and needed to suck it up and ask us already.”

Marlene’s mouth dropped open. “I said that? Merlin, I am so sorry.”

“It’s all right. Without the heads up, who knows when they would have finally asked!” Lily grinned. 

“Hey! I told you I was waiting for our one-year anniversary,” chided James, though he was smiling. 

Lily continued, “Anyway, after that, you two passed out - at 4 p.m., mind - so we took you up to the boys’ dorm and laid you on Sirius’ bed.”

Remus snorted. “That was at 4? We went up there at 5:30, so we thought maybe 5 at the earliest.” He raised an eyebrow. “That’s pretty sad, guys.” 

Marlene flipped him off. 

Lily waved a piece of bacon in the air. “As I was saying,” she said pointedly, “we took Marlene and Dorcas up to the dorm, and James and I talked about what Marlene said. I told him if he was looking for a ‘yes’, he would have to try harder, so I stepped out for a couple of minutes.”

James grinned. “I like this part.”

Lily flashed him a smile. “When I came back in, he had completely transformed the dorm. There were no dirty clothes on the floor, all the books were put away-”

Remus' head whipped toward James. “You messed with my books?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll put them back,” he assured him. 

This time, Lily didn’t even acknowledge them. “-all the curtains were closed so that it felt like one tiny room, and he had transfigured a bunch of tiny, floating garden lights.” Marlene and Dorcas oohed and aahed. “Then he got down on one knee, gave a little speech, and proposed!” she finished. 

“That’s wonderful!” Dorcas said. 

James broke in. “No, no, no, you can’t leave out the part where you made me think you were about to say ‘no’!”

Marlene giggled. “You did what?” 

Lily blushed. “It was only for a second, and then I said ‘yes’!” she hurried to say. James just looked at her with humor and adoration. 

Dorcas smiled as well. She was glad her friends had found such happiness. “Well, I’m glad we could be your catalyst.”

“Me, too,” added Marlene. She turned to Remus and Sirius. “And you two?”

Remus’ cheeks turned vibrant red. “You were less a catalyst for us and more of a…wake-up call.” Next to him, Sirius nodded. Remus took a deep breath as if he was about to admit something embarrassing. “Sirius actually proposed to me a week ago.”

Four loud gasps rang out from their little section of table; James in particular looked betrayed. 

He swatted Sirius on the shoulder. “He said ‘no’ and you didn’t tell me?” 

Sirius glowered at him but rubbed his arm. “I assumed you got the message when he avoided me all week,” mumbled Sirius. 

“And I didn’t technically say no,” Remus countered. 

Sirius glowered some more. “No, instead you panicked and ran. I couldn’t find you until classes the next day!”

Lily, knowing they wouldn’t stop until someone stopped them, cut in: “It’s over now. He said yes, so you can forget about it.” 

They both mumbled variations of “yeah” and “fine”. 

“So, what did happen yesterday?” Dorcas inquired. 

“Once the party really started, I decided I wasn’t going to let him avoid me anymore,” said Sirius. 

Remus scoffed. “That’s one way to put it! He found me at the beginning of the party and wouldn’t leave me alone the whole afternoon!”

“I was making sure you didn’t run off again,” defended Sirius. 

“Well, it worked. From noon to half past 5, we were attached, and he kept making passive aggressive remarks about how nice it must be to love someone so much you have to get married right then.”

Dorcas winced. “Ouch.”

“Yeah.” Remus rolled his eyes. “At some point, I’d had enough, so we went upstairs. We were actually about to start fighting when we heard you two snoring, but you were so drunk, we figured it would take an explosion to wake you up.”

“We got loud, though. You were lucky you were so pissed, or you definitely would have heard the whole thing,” Sirius piped up. 

Remus’ eyes crinkled. “Indeed. And that was when we really got into it.”

Sirius nodded. “Full on screaming, yelling, cursing, the whole nine yards. Eventually, Remus realized he was being stupid-” Remus huffed but didn’t argue “-and he ended up asking me. Sort of.”

“Sort of?” Marlene prompted.

“Yeah. It was the end of the argument, and he gave me a, ‘do you still want to get married?’” Sirius shook his head, a smile on his face. “I said ‘yes’ of course.”

"Naturally," Marlene said. 

"I still think it's sweet," Dorcas added, "however dubious the start." The others nodded. 

"How did the rest of the night go?" Marlene asked. 

James answered, "The actual party didn't go too much longer since somehow Minnie found out and broke it up, but we all stayed up and talked. Played some games. Once we found out the six of us and Frank and Alice had all gotten engaged because of you two, everybody decided they wanted to do another party over Christmas break, so we didn't stay up that long, and Frank and Alice decided to just go home."

Marlene clapped her hands. "Yes! Another party! Whose house is it going to be at?"

There was a unanimous vote of, "James!" and someone posed the next question, and again, and again, and as (most of) her favorite people in the world planned their four way engagement party, Dorcas decided she didn't care that they were still in school. She didn't care about the looming threats or the war; all she cared about was the woman at her side and the life they would have together. 

[engbergeurovacay23]

Barcelona on Tuesday night

Soooo, we arrived on the train from Madrid at about 6:30 p.m. on Tuesday night and it took a little while to get an Uber, which actually was a taxi, and then there was tons of traffic, but we finally made it to our Airbnb at about 7:15. But, it turns out that our host, Antonio, had been there since 5 p.m. because the power had been out during the day because a fuse had blown. So, we told him, no problem, we're going to go out walking and have dinner and when we come back, maybe the electrician will have finished working.

This ended up not being the case, suffice to say. We were out a very long time and did like six miles of walking -- taking in La Sagrada Familia from the outside at night (Eric and I did not see it at night during our trip here like 13 years ago!) and we had tapas at a place called La Lolita, which was kind of in the thick of things in a very busy area. The food was really yummy and we ordered a lot of it because we were all starving (patatas bravas, other potatoes with pesto, a traditional tomato-soaked bread, salad, cheese with tomatoes and olives, meatballs for Cece, peppers, and more items that I can't remember). It was after dinner that we really did our big walking adventure. Oh, during dinner, there were many roving entertainers, since it was a busy part of town at night with lots of diners outside; the ones that most entertained the kids were some breakdancers, with one guy doing lots of one-armed handstands where he jumped on one hand, and he also did headspins in a helmet. The kids were very impressed.

So, after we walked back and were quite close to our place, around 10:30 p.m., we still had not heard from Antonio, so I checked in and the electrician was still not done. By this point, everyone really had to pee and was super hot, sweaty, and thirsty. We stopped and got the kids a pineapple slushee and dealt with most of our other needs there, and make the final leg back to the Airbnb without much trouble, no longer having to pee and having some pineapple slushee in our systems. But, there was still no electricity nor a/c at 11 p.m. in the apartment and poor Antonio had been waiting for so long for it to be fixed. We packed up our stuff by cellphone-flashlight and went to a Holiday Inn Express for the night where we were presented with some bar snacks and a free glass of wine--and an air-conditioned room. Eventually, the kids fell asleep, as did Eric, and I did too, at long last. After such an evening full of unexpected developments, it took me a while to settle in.

On Wednesday morning (this morning), we had breakfast at the hotel and then heard from Antonio that the place was back in business electricity-wise, so we took our bags back to the apartment and rested for a quick minute. I discovered yesterday that buying La Sagrada Familia tickets in advance was the thing to do, which we had not done, and it looked like we were out of luck :( I checked again today, and I was able to book us tickets with a tour operator for tomorrow, without tower access, so we do finally have that on our itinerary. I think I was pretty air-headed about what we needed tickets for here and what we didn't. More in the category of "no tickets/no luck" in my next post.

Eric and Cece decided to jaunt off to the beach today and Rowan and I went out to the fabric store and to see the Gaudi apartment building (or one of them), Casa Batlló. More on all of our Wednesday afternoon and evening activities in another post!

[whereareroo]

FIRST HILLY DAY



WF UPDATE (7/2/23) : DAY 4

Today was our first real challenge. We survived the challenge.

The challenge was created by two factors:

1. Our total distance would be longer (16.2 miles), and;

2. We would face our first real uphills.

To beat the challenge, I was up at 5:00 a.m. to pack the backpacks. I usually do that the night before, but I had to wait because our swimming stuff was still wet last night.

Last night, GC1 and I agreed that we would skip breakfast today so we could hit the road early. By 5:30 a.m., I was packed, dressed, and I had snacked (a breakfast bar.) I woke GC1 and gave him a quick snack (breakfast bar and banana.) We were out the door at 6:02 a.m.

By 9:00 a.m., we had covered almost 10 miles. Most of it was slightly uphill, but it was no big deal. We stopped at a cafe for rest and to eat breakfast. We had tortillas, toastadas, fresh OJ, and cake. We took our time. We resumed at 10:00 a.m.

For the next 3 miles, the climb got more serious. It was also getting hotter. It was approaching 80 degrees. We needed to take extra breaks. The trail surface was also getting tougher. For the first part of the day, we were on wide paths of packed dirt. For the climb, the trail changed to a narrower dirt path, overgrown with brush, that was full of ruts and rocks. The scenic views, on the other hand, were improving.

It was after 11:30 a.m. when we hit the 13 mile mark. The cafe at that location was the last option for food. We decided to have lunch. It was a nice cafe, that included a little mini-mart and a covered picnic area. Because we’re on a tight budget, we bought stuff to make our own sandwiches. GC1 also had his first ice cream of the day. We had a leisurely lunch and took some extra time to rest. It was close to 1:00 p.m. when we started walking again.

The last 3.2 mile stretch was pretty tough, although the views were beautiful. It was almost 90 degrees. There was no shade. The incline was pretty steep. I’m sure that 80% of our altitude gain today occurred during the last 3.2 miles. The condition of the trail worsened. It got narrower, more overgrown, and the amount of loose rock increased significantly. It took about two hours to cover that last stretch. We got to our hotel, in a town called Foncebadon, at about 3:00. It was a long day. GC1 was a trooper.

While we’re on the subject, let’s take a minute to talk about GC1. The kid is a TALKER. He spoke nonstop from 6:00 a.m. until 2:00 p.m. He’s particularly fond of a game, which he created, where we alternate naming items in a category that he chooses. You lose if you can’t think of a responsive item. He started the game at 6:00 a.m. with the category “current or former NBA players.” We then moved onto baseball players, fruits, vegetables, sports, countries, states in the USA, and a few other categories. We played that game for four or five hours. I was the biggest loser. Then the discussion turned to a multitude of other topics. We also spent a good amount of time learning Spanish. He didn’t stop talking until about 2:00 p.m. When he stopped talking, he charged up the hill with gusto.

We met a higher number of Pilgrims today. We met a group from California, and a group from Denver. Let me tell you about the most interesting people we met today:

• For a mile or two, we walked with a guy from Germany named Maurice. (Not a typical German name.) He’s in his mid-20s. About a month ago, he decided that he had two weeks to devote to The Camino. When the time came, he drove for two days to a town on The Camino called Burgos, and he started walking towards Santiago. He’s been doing twenty miles a day. He doesn’t take time off. He’s walking for two more days, and then he has to get back to his car in Burgos. He does know how he’ll do that. On the drive home through France, he plans to stop for the afternoon to watch the bikers compete in the Tour du France. Interesting guy.

• We met an Asian couple, in their early 70s, who live in Paris. They recently retired, and they decided to walk to Santiago. They started in Paris! They walk six days a week, and rest on the seventh day. Today was their 88th day of walking. They were originally hoping to get to Santiago in 90 days, but that is obviously not happening. Their new goal is 100 days. It’s possible.

We’ve developed a pretty standard “after walk” routine. We got that stuff done pretty quickly today. Because it was empty and the people here are nice, we ate dinner in the dining room at our hotel. GC1 went for spaghetti and, of course, an ice cream. I had a tasty ham dish. We ate with Carlos, a guy from San Francisco who is walking alone right now. His wife is meeting him in a few days. I’d say that Carlos is in his late 30s. He’s having a terrible time with blisters. When he started, he walked 20 miles a day for a few days. Now he’s down to five or six miles a day. He’s hoping to recover before his wife gets here. I hope he bounces back. Nice guy. He’s off for the summer because he’s a Special Education teacher. GC1 and Carlos discussed the various sports teams from California.

We haven’t experienced blisters or any other physical problems. Let’s hope that our luck holds out.

Today we climbed from about 3,000 feet to about 4,700 feet. Tomorrow morning, as part of a 16.75 mile day, we top out at about 5,000 feet. Then it’s a slow drop down to about 1,800 feet. We plan to get another early start. See you on the top of the hill.

[humayra216]

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Everyone dreams of a healthy life. But almost 90% of people do not know how to find or get a healthy lifestyle due to proper knowledge.

According to studies, 75-85% of people don’t know how to fit their bodies. If we follow and follow correctly, we can find a sound healthy, and peaceful mind. Not only that, on the other hand, we can prevent so many diseases like heart disease, lung cancer, etc.

In this article, we talk about all those things.

What is a healthy life? A healthy lifestyle is a way of living that is to eat proper foods, take proper sleep, keep your mind stressed less, keep your mind fresh and fits your body, connects socially with people, and so on.

If we follow all those things, we can fit our bodies and refresh our minds peacefully. Here we discuss all those things-

Measuring your weight Eat healthy foods Drink more water Regular exercise Enough proper sleep Managing your emotions Avoid smoking and drinking alcohol Meditation Regular eat fruits and vegetables Love yourself Walk regularly Learn to say no Regular checkup Hang out with healthy people Go on the fresh air/ green fields Weight measuring We must have to measure weight. Because so many diseases depend on weight. Some people are overweight; on the other hand, some people have too little. For that, every day or every week, we have to measure our weight for the proper weight we need.

Eat healthy foods To maintain a healthy lifestyle, we have to eat timely and healthy food. Do not forget breakfast, lunch, and dinner. According to studies, we saw that almost 60% of people do not take their breakfast. They can suffer in the long run. They are not conscious of their health. We must choose nutritious food with more protein, less fat, and less sugar and collect more calories from foods.

Studies show that people were at the workplace. They feel hungry, but most of the time, they do not eat food; that’s the mistake of the people. When people are hungry, they have to eat food. Otherwise, the stomach discharges juice from different hormones and causes different diseases. For that, if people feel hungry at the workplace, they must eat healthy foods like snacks, fruits, juices, etc., and avoid cookies and candy, which contain sugar.

People must include potatoes, bread, rice, green vegetables, fruits, fish, etc.

Drink more water Most people don’t drink enough water, which we need every day. Water is essential for human bodies. Water supplies nutrients and oxygen to our whole body’s functions. The human body needs almost 3-4 liters of water per day. Water flushing bacteria from the bladder also helps food digestion, prevents constipation, normalizes our blood pressure, protects our organs and tissues, and improves our skin complexion.

Regular exercise exercise According to studies, we saw that regular exercise brings a lot of benefits to our health. Regular exercise helps to control body weight, improve mental health, and reduce heart disease. It also improves our memory and sharpens our brains. If a person exercises regularly, he can improve his sound sleep and reduce his anxiety and depression.

Enough proper sleep Sleep is vital for everyone. Sound sleep is important for a body because it repairs our body to be fit and ready for work the next day. Adults need 7 to 9 hours of sound sleep every night. Proper sleep helps our brain function, also improves our mental health, and on the other hand, reduces disease risk. Research suggests that 10 p.m. is the best time to go to sleep.

Avoid smoking and drinking alcohol. Smoking and drinking alcohol are two harmful sites to our health and society. Those lead to various kinds of diseases, such as lung cancer. Most people smoke and drink alcohol due to release stress. According to studies, people have shown that social norms play a part in shaping behavior. People smoke or drink alcohol among their friends. Smoking and drinking alcohol harms our body and health as well as our brain, liver, lungs, and other major organs of our body. It is high time to avoid smoking and drinking alcohol as soon as possible. We will suffer in the long run if we don’t do this.

Meditation Meditation is the best exercise for our body and health. It helps to control our stress and blood pressure. By meditation, we can get a night of sound sleep and out of risk of heart disease. It can refresh our bodies and mind.

Regularly eating fruits and vegetables. Regularly eating fruits and vegetables are good for our health. Fruits have a lot of vitamins and minerals. It helps control our blood pressure, reduces heart disease and stroke, reduces cancer diseases, and protects our eyes. If we eat them regularly in our food habits, then we can find a good healthy lifestyle.

Love yourself Love yourself/ self-love is the central part of a healthy lifestyle. Suppose you don’t love yourself; your mental health decreases daily. First of all, you have to understand yourself. Yoga and meditation are the best mind refresh practices. That can improve your self-belief; after that, you can love yourself.

Walk regularly Walking regularly in the morning is one of the best exercises for good health. Walking regularly maintains a healthy weight for your body. It prevents less stress for your feet and joints, heart diseases, and stroke, and controls blood pressure, cancer and diabetes. Also improve our fitness, muscles, and bone strength. If you walk then at night, you can find a good sound sleep.

[coffeewithsinclair]

11/9 - Klatch Coffee, Chino Hills

Avocado toast, sparkling waters, and coffee galore: Klatch Coffee is a dreamscape for those needing a snack and study haven.

Located in Chino Hills' outdoor shopping center, The Shoppes, Klatch coffee offers both indoor and outdoor seating, with ample parking. The seating options aren't the only plus; a lengthy food menu including breakfast options, paninis, and fresh pastries means you'll want to hang out at Klatch for a while.

The Vanilla Bean latte is a classic drink of theirs, made with delicate vanilla bean syrup, roasted espresso, and your choice of milk. Anyone looking for a reliable pick-me-up would do well trying this drink out, hot or iced. Other notable drink choices include the Chai tea (served hot and iced), Cookies and Creme Frappe (blended iced drink), as well as the seasonal Polar Cold Brew.

Klatch Coffee has a delightful atmosphere, complete with large glass windows and a second loft-like level with limited seating that looks over the first floor. The sign above the counter reads, "Where coffee is the conversation", which couldn't be truer at this cafe. Next to the order window, customers can watch pour-over coffees being brewed fresh per order, adding to the coffeehouse scenery.

Upon entering, it's not unusual to see clusters of students in university sweatshirts hunched over laptops with a sweet drink close by. Klatch Coffee lends itself to a younger crowd, with its modern furniture and lo-fi music playing in the background. However, the wide menu options make it a solid choice for any crowd.

Food is key here: Their stronger nitro cold brew drinks would go well with their Turkey Pesto Panini, which comes with a small salad on the side. The food tastes fresh, including the ham and cheese breakfast sandwich, served on a warm, fluffy croissant. Those looking to satisfy their sweet tooth would need to order the coffee cake, like, immediately. The collection of artisanal toasts, such as the Goat Cheese and Honey toast, highlights the diverse food choices.

A stand-out menu item that would complete even the hottest summer day is the Strawberry Mint Sparkler, which includes lemon soda, strawberry pieces, and fresh mint leaves. After a day of outdoor shopping in a Californian heatwave, it's bound to hit the spot.

Klatch Coffee is open from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m., seven days a week. Stop by, take a seat, and relax with the perfect drink in hand.

[womenties]

Learning Field Hockey & Fielding Career Questions with the Keuka College's Women's Field Hockey Team

Women TIES has always loved inspiring college age girls in career aspirations whenever we are asked. This phenomenal athletic, networking and career focused event to help Keuka College female sports teams is a perfect opportunity for all women in business to participate in.

The Women's Athletic Network, a division of Women TIES, has planned on November 12, 2022, from 10 a.m. - 1 p.m. to not only learn the game of field hockey with the women's field hockey team at Keuka College but also network with them afterwards, answering career questions to help them. This is a win-win situation if there ever was one.

Sports not only bring women entrepreneur, female business owners, and women in business together but gathers college athletes to teach us and then learn from us. We need all hands-on deck for this one even if you aren't a sporty woman.

Details: 10 a.m. - Arrive for Field Hockey Lesson and eventually scrimmage with the Women's Field Hockey Team. 12 p.m. - Snacks, Drinks and networking to follow, with Career Question and Answer period with the women's field hockey team and perhaps other Keuka College female athletes. 1 p.m. - End of event

The event is rain or shine because we are all tough females. If by chance it is lightening, we will go to an inside space to learn the sport.

Part of this ticket price is a donation to the Keuka College Women's Field Hockey team for their needs.

Thank you to Erika Profenno, Women’s Field Hockey Coach, Julie Darling, a Mohawk Valley woman in business and her niece Kristen Despins, a Keuka College Field Hockey player for helping to give us this great opportunity.

Register online to secure you spot and pay - Women TIES website - and we'll send further details about parking, clothes, food/drink, etc. BUT until then, please, please invite some other women you know to join us for this really unique event!

[jungkxook]

—just for tonight. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 

⟶ genre: nerve!au / strangers-to-lovers / fluff + smut 

⟶ words: 17,762

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: jungkook will do anything to get invited to the annual and exclusive start-of-the-year party, even if that means dragging you along for the ride

⟶ warnings: jungkook and oc get close to committing a few crimes oops, unprotected sex (jk got that pull out game tho), breast play, multiple orgasms, sixety-nine position, oral sex (f and m receiving), deepthroating, face riding, cum eating, doggy style, missionary

⟶ note: this is a repost of an old fic of mine, and a gift to celebrate since it’s jungkook’s birthday! this fic is also inspired by the movie nerve!!

From: Unknown number.

Received: 2:45 p.m.

Congratulations! You are one of the randomly limited selected numbers that have been chosen as a potential candidate to be invited to the annual start of the year party! If you wish to accept your invitation, you must first prove your worth to us by completing a number of tasks that we will assign you. These tasks will also have to be documented and sent back to us, at this exact number. If you are interested, please respond accordingly to this, and any other future message we send you, with only “yes” or “no” answers.

From: You

Sent: 2:48 p.m.

Yes.

From: Unknown number.

Sent: 2:50 p.m.

The rules for tonight are simple. Complete the tasks we give you and send us proof of your completion of the task. If you fail or refuse to complete a task, your invitation is revoked. Once you complete all assigned tasks, a secret location and instructions on how to find us will be sent to you. Are you ready for your first task?

From: You

Sent: 2:50 p.m.

YES!!

From: Unknown number.

Sent: 2:53 p.m.

Your first task is as follows: sneak into the gala masquerade ball downtown being held tonight at 4:00 p.m. and get a drink from a stranger. Then, kiss said stranger.

4:10 p.m.

From beneath a simple black mask, you stare nervously down at the illuminated screen of your phone in your hand, eyes skimming over the texts you had received only hours ago. Tearing your gaze from the phone, you turn your attention towards the grandiose banquet hall and the masked party-goers that occupy it, drinking champagne out of crystal glasses, snacking on delectable hors d’oeuvres, and sharing shrill pompous laughter that rings in your ears over the sound of smooth jazz that plays from a live band.

You don’t belong here. You hadn’t been invited, hadn’t been a part of the rich families that were only supposed to be there, hadn’t dressed the part, and yet you had somehow found a way to sneak in. It was a risky idea, you’ll admit you thought, when you anxiously and briskly walked to the very back of the banquet hall with a plan formulating in your mind. You had been restlessly tugging at the frills of your prom dress that you were still surprised you had fit in after stuffing it in the back of your closet for the past few years but the simple idea on your mind was all that you had. You find the back doors of the kitchen with ease, the windows of which you peek through to notice the staff of the banquet hall hurriedly bustling about.

It’s chaotic, it’s messy, but your plan is to act as one of the waiters that run back and forth from the kitchen to the main floor. You are surprised when, after cautiously tiptoeing into the kitchen and past the chefs, someone (someone whom you assume to be the boss), angrily points at you and you think you have been caught until he exclaims, “There you are! You’re part of the new staff, correct? My goodness, love, you’re really putting a strain on my heart ━ and you’re not even dressed! No matter, there’s a change of clothes in the breakroom. Make it quick! We need all the hands we can get out there!”

Then he’s scurrying off, yelling orders at another one of his staff, and you are left alone just like that. Using their frenzied commotion to your advantage, you pick up your pace and jog out the kitchen until you have finally emerged into the open space of the gala. The music and decorations are as quaint as the guests, and you are apprehensively glancing around the party when you notice certain eyes flicker to your bare face and fraying dress. Your palms flatten the stray wisps of your hair back down to your head and smooth the skirt of your dress. You gulp, hold your head high, and glance once more down at your phone and the texts you had received.

It happens every year.

Through whispered tales and harbored secrets, almost everyone knows of it but no one knows who plans it or where it is held. The Start of Year party begins every September 1st, ending summer, and starting the new school year, in a promised thrilling way. You have heard stories of it being grand and elaborate, with the best food, the best music, the best drinks, the best guests (the list of which includes the utmost famous of celebrities), the best everything. Except, it’s near impossible to receive an invitation. It’s invite only, an anonymous organization throwing a secret underground party that requires a certain location and a certain codeword in order to access it.

Invitees are given numerous dares to complete in order to finally be deemed of worth to be allowed entrance. The “worthy” people, you have discovered over time, are meant to be people that are fun, exciting, thrilling, bold, akin to the anonymous group who host the party. Up until receiving the texts in your phone, you had thought the whole idea to be rather pretentious. In fact, you had even considered it to be a fabricated lie. But upon being selected to be invited and receiving the text, you could not bring yourself to reject an invitation to a party others would kill to be at.

So, as expected, you find yourself accepting the dare, even if you cannot bring yourself to kiss a random stranger, let alone converse with one that is, perhaps, too far out of your league. Yet you tell yourself that you can be reckless, wild, exhilarated, even if it is just for tonight. So, you approach the bar first and slowly sit on one of the stools, eyes scanning those around you for a potential date you could flirt with but the masks, as they would, distort their true appearances. You’re too caught up in surveying your surroundings that you don’t even notice the stranger that slips into the seat beside you.

“Are you okay?”

Craning your neck, you turn to see the newcomer and are surprised to find him staring right at you from underneath his own mask. You can’t make out much of what he looks like but you know he is tall with shaggy carob brown hair that is pushed hastily up and out of his face in an attempt to make him look somewhat formal. He’s wearing a suit but it looks just as frayed and old as your prom dress and the tie he wears is wrong. But his voice… His voice sounds all too familiar, though you can’t quite place a finger on it.

“Hm? Me?”

The boy nods and gestures to the way you absentmindedly gnaw on your fingernails.

“You look a little nervous,” he points out, the faintest of grins tugging at his pink lips. “Did you do something you’re not supposed to?”

Your eyes widen at his simple question and, for a moment, you think you may have been caught.

“What? No, of course not!” You exclaim. The boy raises an eyebrow beneath his mask and chuckles lightly, even as you straighten up in your seat and scoff. “I mean, no, I’m fine. You know, it isn’t very nice to accuse people of doing something they didn’t. Oh, and your tie is on backwards. Are you sure you aren’t the nervous one?”

The boy glances down at the flimsy material around his neck and bursts out into laughter. He shakes his head and yanks at the tie, loosening it until it falls off from his neck. He shoves it into his pants pockets, murmuring, “I never really could put a tie on properly.”

When he glances back up at you, he smiles. “Hey, how about I buy you a drink? To make up for my apparently accusatory joke.”

You nearly jump at his offer, your face lighting up with a smile as you think, was it really that easy? You nod eagerly, your eyes flickering down to your phone momentarily, as the boy leans over the counter to order two drinks. When they slide onto the counter beside you, you carefully and swiftly snap a picture of them to send to the unknown number who had first texted you. Maybe it’s because you were so swiftly able to get a drink from a stranger that suddenly boosts your confidence and makes you eager to finish the rest of the dare, and the ones that are to come. So, as you stare at the boy who makes himself comfortable next to you, your mind has an inner struggle on what you should do.

“So,” The boy begins, but you are hardly paying attention, “what’s your name━”

It’s as he’s turning to face you that you react fast. You reach out to grab onto his face and pull him down to you, instantly colliding your lips with his. You catch him completely off guard that he nearly falls out of his seat but you are just as shocked with yourself. Palms warm, cheeks burning, heartbeat ringing in your ears, you can’t believe that you actually kissed a stranger. He doesn’t push you off and you take that as a good sign, even when he begins moving his lips in time with yours for a chaste kiss, but then you’re slowly reminded of the fact that this is for a dare and you pull apart from him just as frantically. You’re staring at him with widened eyes, and he looks bewildered, staring down at your lips.

“I mean, it’s never hard for me to pick up girls but I gotta admit this is a new time record for me,” The boy admits with a laugh.

“I’m sorry,” You say sheepishly, your face flushing in embarrassment. “I had to.”

“Is that because of my charming personality and good looks,” he says, “or because of your dare?”

You’re stricken horrified as you stare up at him but then you notice the way he gestures to your phone.

“I’m not that stupid,” he says. “Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you’ve been glancing at your phone or when you tried to slyly take a picture.” He glances over both his shoulders to look around the room and leans in closer for when he speaks next, as if it is some exclusive secret, “So, you got invited to the party too, huh? What was your first dare?”

Swallowing your nerves, you tell him, “Sneak into here and get a drink from a stranger, then kiss them. You?”

“Same as mine, minus the drink part,” he says. “Hey, how’d you get in here?”

“I went around back to the kitchen,” You explain. “It was so hectic back there that they confused me as one of the staff.”

The boy bursts out into sudden laughter so loud that a few guests turn to shoot him a look. “Genius! I wish I’d thought of that.”

You quirk a brow. “How did you get in here, then?”

“Well,” he says, “let’s just say it didn’t go as smoothly as your entrance and that security is still looking for me. So, I’m glad you decided to make that very quick first move because I’m afraid I need to get going.”

He cranes his neck over his shoulder to look at something in the distance and you follow his gaze only to notice a brute looking man in a security uniform. He is scanning the crowd with an intense eye, his brows screwed together in a look of vex. When you turn back around, the boy is already out of his seat.

“Wait, wait!” You exclaim. “What was your name?”

Fortunately, the boy pauses. He turns to look at you and flashes you a cheeky smile that makes your heart flutter. “Jungkook.”

Yet just as fast as your reverie had overcome you, it comes crashing and burning down. The name dawns on you and suddenly you realize who he is. “Jeon Jungkook? It’s you? I knew your voice sounded familiar!”

The boy squints from beneath his mask as he stares at you, as if trying to figure you out, and then he gaps. “Y/N? You got invited to the party?”

The surprise and hostility in his voice when he asks you his question distracts you from the fact that you had just met, and kissed, Jungkook, a reckless boy who attends the same college as you and shares a few classes with you but someone you never really talked to before. From what you could tell, he was rather popular amongst the student body but you couldn’t quite pinpoint if it had to do with his handsome features and dark hair, his charming and daring personality, or the tattoos that litter his arms and made him even more appealing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask hotly.

“Nothing!” Jungkook assures briskly. He tosses a glance over his shoulder to see the security guard walking aimlessly and naively towards the bar, not yet spotting Jungkook. “Just that you don’t exactly seem like the type to be daring. Look, I really have to go-”

“Then take me with you,” You say abruptly. “I’ll show you I can be daring and we can help each other finish these dares so we can get into the stupid party sooner.”

Jungkook pauses to think, shuffling his feet nervously. He rakes a hand through his hair, eyes flickering fleetingly once more to the security guard and back again. He sighs rather quickly than you would have thought he would. “Fine. Fine, let’s go! Quick, come on!”

You wonder why he’s suddenly rushing before you notice the security guard hurriedly pushing through the crowd and chasing toward the bar. Jungkook grabs onto your hand and then he’s running, pulling you along with him and, though you know you can push him off of you and change your mind (especially when he, in his rush, bolts past a pompous-looking couple and knocks their champagne out of their hands so that it spills down their designer outfits (but still takes the time to shout an apology), you quicken your pace and scurry after him.

As you’re running, another security guard jumps out from his hiding place and blocks the path Jungkook is running in. To avoid an unpleasant confrontation, Jungkook suddenly jerks you to the left and maneuvers his way through the guests, ignoring the angry yells coming from the guards. It takes you a moment to realize that Jungkook is laughing maniacally and you wonder if you should be scared at just how much he seems to be enjoying the adrenaline rush. You doubt for a moment that you will even be able to make it outside to your freedom that you don’t even notice Jungkook pulling you in the direction of the kitchen. He bursts through the swinging doors and emerges into the crowded and frantic kitchen and nearly bumps into a waiter carrying a tray full of dainty finger foods.

“Sorry!” Jungkook shouts, reaching out with his free hand to steady the tray before side-stepping the waiter and running past him.

You scramble to keep up, legs burning and lungs wheezing for air, but you favour the idea of not being caught now when you are so close to the exit that it pushes you to run faster. You giggle at Jungkook’s clumsiness in his haste and watch incredulously as he zigzags past every waiter and chef even when the security guards charge through the kitchen door. It doesn’t take you long before you finally come tumbling through the very back doors and are thrown out into the darkened night. Jungkook, however, doesn’t stop running until he’s far away from the back alley, far away from the building, and is once more in the crowded streets of the city’s nightlife, long escaping the security guards from the gala. When you finally come to a halt, it is next to a car that you assume is Jungkook’s as he starts digging around his pockets for his keys. You’re both gasping for air, stripping yourselves of your bothersome masks and attempting to calm the shrill beating of your heart, when you start laughing.

“That,” You say, “was insane. You’re insane. Do you know that?”

Jungkook chuckles as he fishes his keys out of his pockets. He shrugs sheepishly, innocently. “At least we didn’t get caught. Are you still sure you want to team up with me after that?”

“You’re going to have to try harder than that to scare me away,” You tell him. “Especially from this apparently too exclusive party- Hey, what are you doing? I thought that was your car.”

As you are talking, Jungkook slowly inches forward, moving away from the car and heading for what’s parked in front of it. A motorcycle. The boy mounts the bike and reaches down below to another compartment to pull out a helmet. He looks over his shoulder at you and smirks at your startled expression, especially when he hands you the helmet.

“This is your ride?” You ask.

Jungkook nods. “Not chickening out now, are you?”

You scoff at his accusatory tone and snatch the helmet from him. “No, of course not. It’s just that, y’know, I’m in a dress and I don’t think that’s exactly the best thing to wear on a motorcycle-”

“Oh, get on, princess,” he sighs dramatically. “We’ll get a change of clothes before we do the next task. Sound good?”

You’re still staring at him long after he finishes speaking. It’s ridiculous, you think, how easily you seem to want to prove yourself to this boy you had hardly talked to before tonight - and now you were actually considering going with him on his bike. It’s the small nagging voice in the back of your mind that pushes you to cave, that tells you it’s only just for one night.

“Sounds great,” You say weakly.

Jungkook grins wide and then readjusts himself in his seat, revving the engine to life. You’re still hovering awkwardly next to the motorcycle as it roars and groans, gnawing on your lower lip. You tell yourself that maybe Jungkook isn’t that bad of a partner - and you certainly can’t deny how good he looks in a suit on a motorcycle.

“You coming?” Jungkook asks, bursting through your thoughts. “We don’t have all night.”

“I know, I know,” You say. “But Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again so we can get a picture.”

Jungkook’s head snaps in your direction and he lets out a rumble of laughter, shaking his head. “Well, if it’s for the picture, then I guess we have to.”

“Have to?” You repeat. “I’m sorry it’s such a hassle-”

But he silences you quickly by smashing his lips on yours. You’re taken completely off guard that you stumble forward and trip, colliding against him, though he catches you swiftly and hooks one arm around your waist. Unlike the kiss in the bar, you take the time to memorize his soft lips on yours and the way they taste; how he moves gently and slowly for a soft kiss, how his free hand grasps lightly at your face. Without warning, there’s a flash of light and the sound of a camera clicking. You pull apart and snap your eyes open to see Jungkook holding his phone level with your heads. His eyes flicker fleetingly down at the picture on his phone and he shoots you an amused look, the corners of his lips tugging upward into a faint smirk.

“Definitely not a hassle,” he says. “In fact, I kind of like it. Maybe we should kiss again - just to get a better picture. I think this one’s a little blurry.”

You stare at him for a moment, completely dumbfounded, before bursting into a fit of (albeit, nervous) laughter. You push his head away from you with a shake of your head and climb onto the motorcycle behind him, ignoring his suggestion. It’s only when you both have your helmets on and wrap your arms around Jungkook’s torso, that you can feel the light shake of his back as he tries to contain his laughter.

The last thing he says to you before kicking the motorcycle into a start is, “Hold on tight, okay?”

And then he’s off, speeding down the street at what feels like lightning speed that you almost shriek and wonder just what you have gotten yourself into.

5:45 pm.

It’s nearly an hour later when you and Jungkook arrive at your next destination, having made two stops along the way, one at your house, and another at his, to change out of your “formal” attire and into something more casual.

Jungkook doesn’t even receive his next dare until you’re both leaving his place and seems rather ecstatic to read that it says “get a spontaneous tattoo.” Jungkook had almost laughed out loud in an air of pride - what’s one more tattoo to his arm already covered in an intricate sleeve of ink? He isn’t necessarily excited to read the second part of the dare which is “get a spontaneous tattoo of the name of the stranger you met at the bar and let someone who isn’t your tattooist tattoo you,” but it somehow still doesn’t seem to stop him from adding yet another tattoo to his random collection and soon you’re standing in the tattoo parlour that he says one of his friends works at.

The shop itself is located in the heart of downtown, and in the midst of a busy end-of-summer festival. It’s dimly lit and rather shabby-looking, with thick smoke clinging in the stuffy air and flickering neon lights but it seems to be quite busy. Jungkook is hardly intimidated by the idea of getting your name tattooed on him and goes straight up to his friend (who is equally as covered in tattoos as Jungkook) who introduces himself as Yoongi. Jungkook, within minutes, is sitting back in a chair for Yoongi to begin work on. He decides to get your name along his neck, just behind his right ear. You sit across from Jungkook, watching Yoongi with steady eyes as he concentrates on the needle and the tattoo. At some point, when you look up at Jungkook, you find him already staring pensively at you.

“So, what made you decide to go to the party?” he asks. “I used to always hear you make fun of it.”

You shrug. “I just figured I’d give it a try and it’d be a shame to pass up the invitation when so many other people are dying to get one.”

Yoongi chuckles under his breath. “Yeah, that was Jungkook. The kid turned into a huge baby whenever he didn’t get invited.”

Jungkook grimaces and shoots Yoongi a glare as you stifle your giggles.

“No,” he says firmly. “It’s just that I’ve been trying for three years to get invited to this party and tonight is finally the night. I’m not letting it go to waste.”

Yoongi only hums in response, ignoring his friend.

“So, why do you want to go to the party so badly?” You ask.

“They always hand out invitations the last day of August and my birthday is the first of September,” he says. “I just figured it’d be a pretty awesome way to end my summer and kick off my birthday. That, and, I, Jeon Jungkook, never back down from a dare.”

“He’s an idiot,” Yoongi comments. He pauses on Jungkook’s arm and pulls back to glance at you. “You can finish the name, if you want - and if Jungkook wants.”

“Well, we need to finish the dare,” Jungkook replies.

Yoongi sighs and hands you a pair of latex gloves for your hands before passing the tattoo gun onto you. You switch seats with the other boy and follow Yoongi’s directions as he tells you what to do. When Yoongi leaves you to finish it on your own, you catch sight of an uneasy-looking Jungkook.

“Don’t mess up,” he says. “Please.”

Quirking a brow, and favouring a moment of redemption for the scare he had given you at the bar, you decide to feign a dramatic gasp. You curse aloud, “Oh, shit!”

Jungkook jolts in his seat and immediately glances behind at you only to be greeted to the sight of both you and Yoongi stifling your amused laughter.

“Relax, Jeon,” You snicker. “I’m just messing with you.”

Jungkook only rolls his eyes. A few minutes pass of silence (in, which time, Jungkook snaps a picture of you tattooing his neck) but when you are finally done, you pull back from him and beam down at your work.

“Well, I think it looks pretty good,” You say. “Considering it is my name.”

“It better be good,” Jungkook retaliates. “Considering I’m stuck with it on me forever now.”

Yoongi finishes cleaning, sanitizing, and wrapping the tattoo before letting Jungkook go. When the commotion is done, Jungkook finally takes the chance to look at his tattoo in the mirror and you’re relieved (despite your teasing) to see he doesn’t hate it. It’s when you’re both leaving after paying Yoongi for his time that Jungkook remembers something and turns to you.

“What did you say was your dare again?” he asks.

“I didn’t.”

“Oh,” he quirks a brow. “Well, what was it?”

You purse your lips when you look at Jungkook. You had received your dare shortly after Jungkook’s and have been thinking about it the entire time in the tattoo shop. Now, as you’re standing in the large crowd of people at the festival, you realize you have the perfect opportunity to finish your dare. So, you swiftly push away your worrisome thoughts that had been plaguing you for the past hour and the nerves churning your stomach. Just for tonight, you tell yourself again. The simple mantra you are slowly coming to accept.

“This,” You say to Jungkook and then you’re dashing forward.

Jungkook wonders why, wonders what your dare is, as you run into the middle of a busy crowd and hop up on a nearby concrete step. Before he can chase after you and ask what you’re doing, you’re lifting your shirt and bra and cheering loudly enough to make everyone near you look over in appalled and shocked stares. Your back is to Jungkook but he can see the smooth expanse of your skin and his jaw drops open in a gasp. Before you can pull your shirt back down, Jungkook fumbles to snap a picture of you flashing the crowd from your back and nearly drops his phone. The crowd’s reaction is a mixed cacophony of either cheering or disapproved murmuring but none of it makes you feel any better. Jungkook watches as you pull your shirt back down and scurry back to him, your face burning sheepishly and your eyebrows scrunching together.

“Let’s get out of here, please,” You beg silently. “And don’t say anything.”

Jungkook, despite you grabbing onto his wrist to pull him away, can’t help but laugh at your flustered attire. People are still staring but he and you seem to blend easily amongst the crowd that reforms to carry on with their own business. He’s smirking at the way you continue to stomp away but he doesn’t bother to linger and chases after you, swiftly falling into step beside you.

“Listen,” he hums, “I gotta give you kudos for actually doing that. I don’t think I’d even flash people.”

He’s suddenly laughing again at the way you frown and, if you weren’t as embarrassed as you are or desperate to flee the crowd, you may have scoffed some sarcastic response but, for now, you remain in your silent brooding and hop on the back of the bike to prepare for the rest of the night.

6:30 pm.

“So, where are we right now?”

Your voice seems loud as you ask your question in what feels like the dead of night. After finishing your last dare, Jungkook’s next task was to deface private property (though the actual dare read T.P. or egg a random house). While you stood with the fact that this was a bad idea, Jungkook seemed keen to get started and had the perfect place in mind. Half an hour later, he’s made a pit stop at a grocery store to buy a carton of eggs and a package of toilet paper and drives you both into the suburbs of the city. He finds the right house with ease and parks the motorcycle in front of it, hoping off of it with a frown already etched on his face.

“This,” Jungkook says, “is Lee Minhyuk’s house. Ever heard of him?”

The name hardly takes a second to register in your memory. Lee Minhyuk is a boy who you have had the displeasure of attending all years of high school with and college and is the least favourable person you have met to date. He is pretentious and snobby, arrogant and mean, and finds joy in hurting others.

“Rings a bell,” You reply grimly. “I take it you don’t like him?”

“What’s there to like?” Jungkook scoffs. “We used to be friends but he’s done a lot of shit to me. One, for instance, is the way he deliberately hooked up with my, now ex, girlfriend behind my back for a good few months. I never really did pay him back for that.”

“Ouch,” You wince. “That’s an asshole move.”

“Tell me about it,” he hums, his eyes narrowing into a glare as he stares up at the house.

You purse your lips as you study Jungkook and then the house behind him. You push yourself off of the motorcycle which you had been leaning against and grab the bag of items, carrying them over to the boy.

“Then I think we should use both the eggs and toilet paper,” You say. “That way we can give Minhyuk a special surprise for when he wakes up. Choose your weapon.”

Jungkook looks down at you and the opened bag in your hands. He laughs before sticking his hand inside and pulls out the fresh carton of eggs, flipping open the lid. He plucks one perfectly rounded egg from the dozen, looks down at it in his hand as if sizing it, and then glances back up at the house. He hesitates for a moment before winding his arm back and hurling the egg forward, where it collides messily with the bricks on the foundation of the upper level, breaks into pieces, and splatters it’s yellow yolk all over. It’s silent as he observes his work and then he’s smirking.

“Now that was satisfying,” he admits. The look on his face is one of pure unadulterated joy and it’s irreplaceable. “Let’s just make this quick before someone finds us.”

You don’t argue his point as you aren’t exactly keen on the idea of being caught. Jungkook continues to make his way through the carton until the house is painted in egg-white shell pieces and dripping yolk. As he’s busying himself with the eggs, you take the time to run around Minhyuk’s front lawn and toss the toilet paper around the tree planted near you and on his car. When you have both used all your supply of eggs and toilet paper, the two of you stand back and admire the mess that you have created together. Jungkook is right. It’s satisfying to do something so destructive and maybe it’s the fact that you’re doing it to someone as payback that makes it fun. There is a small inkling in you that makes you feel bad for doing something such as vandalizing but the joy it gives you, the smile on Jungkook’s face, and the laughter the two of you share in the process of destroying the exterior of Minhyuk’s home is all worth it.

“I gotta say,” You hum in content, “this may just be our magnum opus.”

Jungkook swiftly swipes a picture of the house with his phone and then finally turns to you. “I think we’ve done enough remodelling to Minhyuk’s home. How about we get going?”

You nod silently, watching as he walks back to his motorcycle and grabs his helmet. When you join him on the bike and are hugging his torso close to you, you ask, “So, how are you feeling now?”

Jungkook, without missing a beat, replies, “Like I can take on the world,” and it makes you laugh.

7:25 pm.

Forty-five minutes later, and miles away from Minhyuk’s house, you are wishing that you had the bold attitude and brave heart of Jungkook as you struggle to find the courage to complete your dare.

It’s a simple one but it’s enough to make you shift nervously in your spot, toy anxiously with your fingers, and gnaw on your lower lip or the inside of your cheek. Dye your hair a bright colour. It’s the bright colour aspect of the dare that makes you apprehensive, as you tend to enjoy the way you seem to blend in to crowds rather than stick out. You and Jungkook spend a good fifteen minutes in the beauty section of your local drug store, staring at the abundance of hair dye before you gather the last of your wits and courage and grab the brightest of shades, a vibrant violet purple, and pay for it. Then, you march straight to the empty and dingy woman’s washroom and pull Jungkook inside where you hesitate once more.

“I don’t think I can do it,” You say. “I don’t want to ruin my hair.”

“You’ll be fine,” Jungkook assures.

“What if I hate it?”

“It’ll fade. Besides, you can dye it back to your natural colour later.”

You grimace at the thought of having to go at least 24 hours with bright purple hair and rub your face tiredly.

“Everyone will stare,” You say.

Jungkook chuckles and nods. He’s leaning against one of the porcelain sinks in the washroom, his arms folded over his chest. “That’s the point. Purple will look nice, trust me. At least it doesn’t stand out as much as neon green or yellow.”

When you don’t reply, Jungkook glances over at you and the way you’re nervously toying with your hair as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. He feels bad to see you struggling so much with one simple dare that it jolts something in him and he begins beaming at you with no explanation. You see the strange look on his face and quirk an eyebrow, shooting him a questioning stare.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Helping,” he says. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Then he’s fleeing out of the washroom and disappearing out of your sight. You wait by the sink, anxiously watching the door as you wait for his return, and when he does, it is three minutes later. He’s grinning wide as he holds up the box in his hands, the hair dye that he just paid for.

“How do you think I’ll look with blonde hair?” he asks.

When you lock eyes with his, there is a mischievous glint in them that makes you shake your head at him and a warm smile tug at your lips.

“I guess we’ll just have to find out,” You say.

“Exactly,” he replies. “If I look like an idiot, it’s because I’m helping you. Now, let’s do this.”

It’s Jungkook’s blazing determination and fearlessness that seems to suddenly reinvoke your own confidence and you nod firmly. The next few minutes are spent with the both of you applying the whole bottle worth of dye on both of your heads, evenly coating every inch and layer of your hair. Then, you let it sit for the next thirty to forty-five minutes, in which time the two of you spend lounging around the washroom and talking. When the time is up, you both struggle to wash your hair out in the sinks with shampoo you buy from the same store. The whole process is long and tedious but you don’t seem to mind when you’re spending it with Jungkook.

When you’re finished washing your hair, you straighten up and finally take a long look at yourself in the mirror. The first thing you see is a shock of purple hair and it makes you gasp audibly. Though it is mostly a sound of surprise as you find that you actually kind of, sort of, like it. You laugh at your own dumbfounded expression in the mirror, too caught up with fiddling with your new purple strands to notice Jungkook is done washing his hair. When he straightens up beside you, you glance over at him and can’t help but smile. The blonde dye mingles with his dark hair and creates some sort of beautiful dirty blonde that makes his golden tan even more prominent. You find yourself gazing too long and too hard at his new hair colour that you don’t even realize he asks you a question.

“Earth to Y/N?” he asks. “You there?”

When you hear his voice break through your reverie, you shake your head furiously and avert your gaze back to his. “Oh, uh, sorry. What was that?”

“I said, how do I look?”

“Hot.” The word slips from your mouth before you can bite it back but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind. He laughs at your compliment and nods.

“Thanks,” he says. “I can say the same for you.”

He reaches out suddenly to run his fingers through the ends of your hair, admiring the purple. “It actually really suits you. I told you it’d look nice.”

“You’re lying,” You say.

“I swear I’m not,” he replies. “I think you should keep it. I like it on you.”

His comment makes you blush but he doesn’t seem to notice - or maybe he doesn’t mind.

8:38 pm.

“Jungkook, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

After leaving the washroom of the store with your newly dyed hair, and after sending pictures to the unknown number as proof, your next dare came rather quickly. Jungkook’s was to skinny dip in any body of water and yours was to sneak into a stranger’s home and use their pool. Jungkook had the “perfect” idea and suggested using his friend, Namjoon’s, home for both your dares. Namjoon’s home is big, almost mansion-like, with huge lot and an enormous backyard, in which lays an inground pool. It doesn’t seem to hit you when Jungkook arrives to Namjoon’s house, or when Jungkook guides you around the side of the house to the fence of the backyard. It’s when he starts opening the fence door that you suddenly stop him.

Jungkook pushes open the door and looks back down at you. “Why not?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” You roll your eyes. “Maybe because this is considered breaking and entering.”

“It’s not that bad if you think about it,” he says. “Namjoon is my friend but is considered a stranger to you. Namjoon’s out of town at the moment but he asked if I could check in on his house every now and then. Granted, I told him I couldn’t because I can’t even look after a plant without having it die on me, but, long story short, he wouldn’t mind if I came over or brought someone else with me.”

Your face scrunches up with doubt but Jungkook simply shrugs. He gestures for you to follow after him and you reluctantly do so.

“We’ll be out of here in less than half an hour,” Jungkook promises. “If that makes you feel any better.”

“Not really,” You admit.

The boy laughs as he walks straight for the rectangle pool in Namjoon’s yard. The clear water ripples lightly under the slight breeze of the night and glistens as it reflects the silvery light of the moon and stars. You’re too busy admiring Namjoon’s yard and pool to not notice Jungkook as he starts pulling off his shirt. When you look over at him again, he’s tossing his shirt to the side and starting with the buckle of his belt and your heart all but stops beating before quickening in pace to the point where the rapid thud is all you can hear in your ears.

Jungkook, for lack of better words, is hot.

His golden tan spreads all over his toned torso and biceps and defined lines of his abs. His arms are both covered in tattoos and there is even one on his chest that you had no idea existed. His jeans hang low on his hips and you have to look away when you notice him kicking off his shoes and socks and then his own pants until he’s standing in just his boxers. You must look flustered because, when Jungkook glances over his shoulder at you, he starts chuckling.

“Are you getting naked or what?” he asks.

“What?” You exclaim, instantly rounding on him. “Excuse me?”

His chuckles escalate into booming laughter and he shakes his head. “Your dare. You have to go swimming in the pool with me.”

Your gulp thickly, soothing your heart to a lull. You sigh, “Right.”

He notices that you hesitate and looks at you curiously, maybe a little expectantly. “Well?”

“Don’t look at me while I’m stripping!” You argue.

“I’m going to see you in the pool anyway,” he points out.

“Just-” You shake your head. “Just humour me and get in the pool and shut your eyes. Please?”

Jungkook gives you a look, one that’s mostly amused, and laughs lightly to himself. Thankfully, he doesn’t protest your demand. Instead, he takes a few steps back before running forward and jumping into the pool, creating enough momentum that the cool water splashes at you. He resurfaces from the water with a beaming grin seconds later, shaking the water from his shaggy and dripping wet hair. When he sees you staring at him expectantly, he shuts his eyes and makes it a point to cover them with his hand. Just to be cautious, you turn your back to him (but not before you spot the way his lips curl into a faint smirk). You kick off your shoes first, then jeans, followed by your shirt. And, while you’re distracted with stripping to your underwear, Jungkook can’t help himself but sneak a glance at you. It’s much too tempting not to.

His eyes fall first to the smooth expanse of your legs and trails upward to the way your hips move as you shimmy out of your jeans. He watches the way your hair spills out of your shirt when you lift it up and over your head, notices the strap of your bra that falls down your shoulder and gulps. Just before you turn back around, he shuts his eyes once more and clamps his hand over them. He listens as your feet gently pad forward and as you slide into the pool with a soft splash, sighing at the way the cool water soothes your warm skin. He doesn’t open his eyes yet, not even when he’s certain you’re standing in the pool.

“You can open your eyes now,” You giggle.

He does so, slowly, just so he can take his time as he studies you. You’re standing a few feet away from him, your arms wrapped around your chest and all he can think is that you are beautiful. It’s this time, out of the entire night, that you finally find Jungkook to be the one gawking at you, to look flustered, and it puzzles you.

“Are you okay, Jungkook?” You ask. “You look red.”

“I-I’m fine,” he stammers. He swallows and shakes his head, taking a step forward. “More than fine, actually.”

A small silence follows that makes you look away from Jungkook and up at the sky. He let’s a few moments of solitude pass before inching forward again.

“So,” he hums, “how’s this night turning out for you?”

“Not as bad as I thought,” You admit. “I just hope this party is worth it.”

“And if it isn’t?”

“Then I’ll be kind of pissed.”

Jungkook laughs at your bluntness. He takes another step towards you and grins. “Isn’t the whole point of these dares to have fun? Kind of like the whole deal is with this party?”

“Are you telling me,” You say, “that you wouldn’t mind if this party was absolutely shit because you had fun trying to finish these dares to get invited in the first place?”

“Something like that,” he says. “Oh, come on, don’t make that face! Are you trying to tell me that you haven’t had fun tonight?”

“It’s been kind of stressful.”

“But it’s been fun.”

“Well, I’m still debating if this was a fun idea or not,” You say. “I’m still worried your friend might walk in on us at any moment and call the police.”

“He won’t,” Jungkook promises. “He’s on some trip with his family. We have the house all to ourselves. You didn’t answer my question, by the way. Have you been having fun?”

You don’t respond at first, and Jungkook waits patiently for your answer. After a while, you sigh exasperatedly.

“Okay, so maybe I have had a bit of fun,” You admit. “But I think it’s because you’re here.”

“So, you’re saying I’m fun?” he asks with a smug grin.

His question receives a roll of your eyes, though you’re trying to stifle the humour that paints your face by biting back your smile. He’s standing right in front of you now and you absentmindedly reach out to brush away the annoying piece of hair dangling down his forehead. When you realize what you’re doing, your hand drops from his face and a blush creeps up to your cheeks.

“Sorry,” You apologize sheepishly, looking away hastily.

You’re startled when his fingers brush against your chin and gently lift your face up to look at him. His gaze is warm, his smile is gentle, and his eyes twinkle under the light as they stare down at you. You aren’t quite sure what to expect him to say next but what he does say completely startles you.

“I really want to kiss you again right now.”

Your eyes widen into shock as you gawk up at him, your heart racing in your chest. When he realizes what he said, he suddenly looks as if he has just done something wrong and drops his hand from you.

“I-I-” he mumbles. “I just-”

You react fast, purely by instinct, just as you had hours earlier in the gala when you were near fearless. You reach out to grab onto his face and pull him down to you, pressing your lips against his and you instantly melt against his frame. He’s stunned for a moment, unsure of how to react, but you find him quickly relaxing and smoothing his own mouth over yours. His mouth detaches from yours to kiss your upper, then lower lip in such a slow yet sensual manner, but when his mouth collides with yours again, his tongue grazes along your lower lip, as if cautious to move any further. You’re too caught up in the moment, in the heat and passion of the kiss, but you remember taking the time to enjoy it, sliding your arms around his neck and letting your fingers tug at the hair at the nape of his neck. His own hands find purchase on your waist and he holds you delicately against him, in such a way that makes your heart skip a beat. Your lips part to allow him access and his tongue presses against yours in a fiery need.

“Don’t. Stop.” You mumble against his mouth.

You feel him smirk, sighing against your lips, and as if to reassure you that he has no means of stopping, he lifts one of his hands to cup the side of your face and pull you closer to him.

“Don’t plan on it,” he whispers between kissing you. “I’ve been wanting to do this again all night.”

He presses his mouth against yours again for a needy kiss that it distracts you momentarily. When you gather your wits again, you whisper weakly, “Then you should have kissed me sooner.”

Jungkook parts from you to laugh and then quickly reattaches his lips to your jawline, sucking at the sensitive skin there. A shiver runs down your spine and you can begin to feel the heat pooling at your core, warming your body all over. He kisses a trail down to your neck and nibbles down gently on the skin there but with enough force that it leaves you gasping, moaning his name. As soon as you do, it seems to jolt some sort of excitement in him because he sighs in content and buries his face in the junction where your shoulder meets your neck.

“God, you’re amazing,” he mumbles. “Do that again.”

As if to tease you further, he nibbles down on your neck again and emits yet another moan from you. You shake your head at him and, if you hadn’t been enjoying yourself as much as you were, you might have pushed him off of you. Instead, your fingers thread in his hair and hold his head closer to your neck as you crane it, allowing him more access. His hand that rests on your waist drops down to your hip bone and his grip tightens just enough for him to yank you toward him as his mouth continues to leave love bites along your neck. It’s then that you can feel the prominent stiffness in his boxers, feel it brush against the inside of your thigh, and it reminds you of your own heat that drips from your core. You instinctively jutt your hips forward, desperate to please him and yourself, and earn a guttural growl into your neck.

“Fuck, I need you,” he hisses. He presses his mouth back against yours, kissing you hard and fast, and holds your hips tight against his. “I need you so bad.”

“Jungkook,” You rasp. “M-Maybe we should go inside.”

He parts from you only to leave heated kisses along your jaw and neck once more just so he can speak between them. “I can’t wait. Let me take you here and now, baby.”

You giggle at his neediness and push his head away. He relents at once and looks at you desperately, silently begging you. You don’t hesitate to lock eyes with him and lean forward to kiss the skin just below his left ear. Your teeth catch onto his lobe and you tug at it lightly, letting his breath hitch in his throat.

“If we go inside, you can have me anyway you want,” You pur. “Bend me over, spank me, eat me out, or fuck me until I can’t walk - I’ll be all yours.”

A lock of shock paints Jungkook’s face when you pull back from him, and then it’s quickly being replaced with a sudden urge. “Then, let’s go,” he says. “What are we still doing out here?”

You laugh again and purposely reach down with your hand to splash him with water as if to distract him so you can have a head start on climbing out of the pool. He scrambles to join you, completely shameless with his budding erection but it still humours you nonetheless. It’s a struggle to keep your hands off of one another as soon as you’re both out of the pool. When you’re grabbing your clothes haphazardly and standing up straight again, Jungkook can’t help but wrap his arms around your torso from behind and kissing your neck and shoulder all over, both of you equally dripping with water. You bask in the way his hands feel running down the front of your stomach, his lips as they graze along your skin, but before you can get too carried away again, you’re pushing him off of you and winking up at him.

“You’re such a tease,” he whines, bending over to grab his clothes.

Prompting to further tease him, you choose you ask, “How do we get inside?”

He grumbles something behind you but briskly keeps up. He guides you back to the front of the house and pauses on the porch next to a small potted plant. He lifts it up where there is a tiny latch that he pops open to reveal a key inside. He nearly drops it in his haste and fumbles to unlock the door, much to your amusement. By the time he is able to fling open the door, the two of you aren’t nearly as wet as climbing out of the pool and don’t leave wet footprints as you walk inside. Namjoon’s house is as big as Jungkook promises and is rather clean for someone who lives on their own. As soon as Jungkook slams the door shut and locks it and flickers on the lights, he tosses his clothes to the ground and walks right up to you. He takes the liberty of knocking your own clothes out of your hand, though you don’t protest him - especially not when he leans down to kiss you again.

“I swear when we make it to this bed,” he hums against you, “I’ll make you wish we had just fucked in the pool.”

You snort. “That’s if we make it to the bed.”

“Do you want me to take you on the floor instead now?” he asks.

You snicker. You lean into the kiss once more and nibble down on his lower lip before pulling away and letting go. You spin around and saunter off quickly, leaving him stumbling after you in your wake. Trying to make it up the stairs proves to be a hassle as he continuously tries to grab onto you to yank you back to him. Somehow, you’re both able to make it to the second landing, and Jungkook pulls you quickly into what you assume is the guest bedroom. He shuts the door behind him and, as soon as he does and turns back around to you, you fling yourself against him, knocking him off his balance. He collides against the door as your lips smash against his and he grabs onto your hips, urging you to jump. You instantly oblige, leaping forward and hugging your legs around his waist as your arms snake around his neck and then he’s walking you towards the bed.

He plops you down onto the mattress and silky sheets with a soft bounce and climbs over you with a certain type of hunger laced in his eyes. He’s hovering over your stomach as he crawls up to meet your face and pauses along the way to press his lips against your navel. He leaves a trail of butterfly kisses up past the valley of your breasts, along your collarbones, and jugular, before planting them once more on your own lips. Your fingers grasp needily at his hips and you pull him down onto you, bucking your own hips forward to meet with his erection. It’s then that you realize just how needy you are for him, just how wet you’ve become, and, as if to find solace for your aching core, you begin desperately grinding your hips against his.

He’s still too preoccupied with tasting your lips with his that when you first press your hips against his, he jolts and nearly collapses against you. He exhales a shuddering breath and presses his lips harder against yours in an entirely ungraceful but needy passion, full of lip smacking and teeth clashing. It’s quick and hot and messy and you find yourself loving every minute of it to the point where all you know is that you need more. Maybe Jungkook can sense this, or maybe he feels the same way, because he replaces your efforts of grinding against him with his own, pressing you hard into the bed. A moan falls from your lips and resonates deep within Jungkook because he’s certain he’s never heard anything as sexy before.

And then, he realizes he needs to see, needs to feel just how needy you are. One of his hands flitters down your stomach and lands right at the waistband of your underwear. He pauses, letting his fingers run along the top and tugging at it teasingly so that it snaps back onto your skin. Just when you think he’ll continue teasing you, he presses his fingers against your clothed core and can feel, past the way your underwear are still damp from the pool, just how wet you are and he groans. His fingers fumble to push your underwear off your legs and you kick it off the rest of the way, exposing yourself to him. His hooded eyes flicker down to your core and he licks his lips hungrily, admiring the soft glisten of your arousal. He touches you delicately, running his fingers along your folds and up to your clit, coating his fingers in your cum at once.

“Fuck, you’re soaking,” he mumbles. “I need you to sit on my face, baby. I want you to.”

“Y-You what?” You struggle to stammer, both flustered from his sudden proclamation and the way his fingers continue to rub circles against your clit.

“You heard me,” he says. “Ride my face. Let me eat you out. Can you do that for me? Think of it as another dare.”

He adds the last part mischievously, though you’re much too caught up in your own lust to pay attention. You gasp as you struggle to keep up and nod quickly. “Fuck- Yes, yes, okay!”

A smirk forms on his face and then he’s grasping at your hips again and flipping you both over so that he’s on his back. You’re straddling his hips and sit back on him momentarily, unsure of how to carry on, and he must notice the way you bite down on your lower lip as you look at him because he guides you forward until your knees are propping you up on either side of his head. His gaze locks with yours momentarily before flickering back down to your core and you watch him with steady eyes as he begins to move. He firsts reaches out with his fingers to run along your core, spreading your walls open just enough in a way that makes you writhe above him.

He continues to press small circles into your clit until he thinks you’ve had enough and then you feel the slippery warmth of his tongue lap at your core. A gasp tears from your throat and the surprise has your hurtling forward, nearly falling to the side, but you grip the headboard of the bed quickly and clutch it hard. He laps at you again and again in kitten licks that have you suddenly moaning and groaning and you shut your eyes to focus your attention only on the pleasure.

“Jungkook,” You mewl. “Mmmm-”

“You taste so good,” he hums from beneath. “So good.”

And there’s something about the way he mumbles it hoarsely before burying his face once more into your core that makes you cum then and there. His teeth suddenly clamp down on your clit and tug at it lightly but it’s enough to make you nearly scream. Your hand falls from your ironclad grip on the headboard to tangle in his blonde strands that have begun to dry after being in the pool. His tongue smooths over your clit once more and then pushes past your folds to your entrance, lapping at you until all you can hear is the sound of a wet smacking.

He spends a few moments lapping at your core and then returns to pleasure your clit, and repeats this process again and again until you’ve become a moaning and gasping mess above him. You can’t help it but grind down against his tongue each time and, when he sees you’re desperate for more, lets you ride his face as promised. You’re a panting mess, moans and curses falling from your lips, but you refuse to stop - not when you feel your release so near. Jungkook hums beneath you and you can feel the vibrations run through your body, coursing up your spine which makes you arch your back. You’re somehow able to gather a few of your thoughts and wits which make you, reluctantly, pull away from Jungkook, panting hard. When you do, he shoots you a questioning look and it’s hard not to notice the way his chin and mouth glisten with you - and he has no qualms about it.

“Wait, wait,” You gasp. “Let me- Let me try something- Don’t stop, either-”

Jungkook quirks a brow but doesn’t object when you twist around to face the rest of his body. He must catch on quickly to what your plan is because he resorts to eating you out again, lapping at your core once more even as you bend over to hover closer to his crotch. You struggle to focus on pleasuring Jungkook when he is already distracting you with his own tongue and mouth but you force yourself to move. The erection in his boxers is, if possible, ever more prominent, and you cannot help but to run your fingers along his length. His reaction is immediate and he moans into your heat, bucking his hips forward, and you take that as a good sign. Running your fingers back up and then back down, you grasp the base of his clothed length and earn yet another moan. Jungkook detaches his mouth from your core with a lewd pop and groans.

“Don’t tease me,” he complains in a needy whine. “Ah, shit- Y/N-”

You silence him by peeling the elastic waistband of his boxers back and grasping his cock in your hand and pulling him out of his boxers. To you, he’s big and bulging, his tip angry and red and leaking with pearly drops of his cum. You brush your thumb along his head and pinch it lightly, just enough in way that makes him buck forward in your hand. You lick your own lips hungrily at the sight of him and lean down to lick at his tip before wrapping your entire mouth around it and sucking. Jungkook moans again and stifles the noise by burying his face back between your thighs, wrapping his mouth around your clit. The onslaught of sensations is suddenly overwhelming but entirely in a good way. It makes you get ahead of yourself and rush to please Jungkook, licking from the base of his length up before sinking your mouth down on him as far as possible. You gag when he reaches the back of your throat and sputter, instantly pulling back, but the action causes Jungkook to moan.

“Holy shit,” he grunts. “That felt amazing. Can you do that again?”

Your lips tug into a smirk and you oblige without protesting. You first let your tongue glide across his tip, tasting his salty release, before inhaling a deep breath through your nose and sinking your mouth down on him once more. This time, you try to stay still for as long as possible, even when he hits the back of your throat, and swallow around him. He nearly yelps with delight at the sudden feeling and bucks his hips forward absentmindedly.

“A-Again,” he gasps.

And you do.

You repeat the action again and again, swallowing each time, and enjoying the way he grunts and groans even when he reattaches his lips and tongue to your core. Soon, the room is filled with lewd and sloppy sounds of the both of you pleasing one another mixed with your whiny moans and Jungkook’s breathy grunts and you never want it to stop. However, when you feel your release approaching, it hits you all at once and barely gives you time to prepare. Jungkook’s tongue is relentless against you, his lips smacking against your folds, and he grasps your hips, pulling you back and forth on him. When you can feel the familiar warmth begin to pool at your core and flicker outward to the rest of your body, your lips detach from Jungkook’s length with a loud pop! You toss your head back, pressing your hips further back on Jungkook’s face, and casting your gaze over your shoulder at him only to see him burrowing deep into you.

“Ahh, fuck!” You cry. “F-Fuck, Jungkook, that feels amazing. I-I- I’m not going to last-”

As soon as the words slip from your mouth, Jungkook makes it his duty to make sure you come on his tongue. He begins eating you out in a passionate frenzy to the point where you can feel your cum leak from your folds and drip down your thighs onto his chin. To feel your release so near makes you shudder and writhe and you hurry to aid yourself by pressing one of your hands between your two bodies to rub fiercely at your clit.

“J-Jungkook!” His name rips from your throat in a strangled croak. “Jungkook, oh my god-”

Your voice is suddenly cut off by the way your release hits you. It’s abrupt, starting with a spark that ignites in your chest and spirals outward, making you twist and turn above him. Your legs begin shaking terribly and you whimper his name in a repeated mantra. Your chest is heaving and falling rapidly as the fire suddenly explodes into a burning white light and you can feel your own cum splash down your thighs and his face but he never stops - not until he’s certain he’s licked every last drop of you. You collapse against Jungkook’s body, too weak to lift yourself up, but he continues to lap at your core to help you ride out your high until you begin to cringe from oversensitivity.

“Ah, Jungkook, nghn, w-wait-” You gasp. “Let me- Let me catch my breath- fuck-”

You yelp suddenly but it turns into a quiet moan, although Jungkook decides then that you’ve had enough and pulls away from you. You push yourself off of him and land on your back, breathing hard and struggling to catch your breath. Jungkook, in the meantime (as you notice when you glance down at him), is busying himself with licking at his own lips to taste every last bit of you. His mouth, chin, and neck are glistening with you but he doesn’t seem to mind and, in fact, smirks when he meets your tired gaze.

“Have you had enough already?” he asks.

“No way,” You pant, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. “Fuck, that was amazing- No, I need to return the favour, of course.”

Jungkook almost sighs in relief and collapses against the bed. “Thank god,” he says. “Please do.”

You giggle as you wiggle around until you’re hovering over his crotch again. He’s close, you can tell, from the way he’s breathing hard and the way his own cock twitches with each second. You don’t hesitate to return to the same process as before. As soon as your mouth sinks down on him once more, he deteriorates into a sudden mess, moaning your name. His hands find purchase in your hair, tugging it back into a ponytail and pulling you closer down onto him.

“Ah, fuck,” he hisses. “Just like that, baby.”

His voice is a hoarse croak, ending in a single grunt. His reactions make you grin tiredly around him and then you abandon your slow pace to suck him off hard and fast. You let one of your hands stroke the base of his cock which your mouth can’t reach but, eventually, you resort to letting him buck in and out of your mouth. Though tears prickle at your eyes and you gag each time he hits the back of your throat, you remain still and calm for him, breathing in and out through your nose. He comes moments later with a loud “Fuck!” resonating around the room and releases his hot seed onto the tip of your tongue.

You prop your own mouth open and watch as his hand comes down to pump himself harder, as if to finish the last of his orgasm, and he’s a spasming mess beneath you when the last of his cum is released and he becomes boneless in his hand. You swallow as much of it as you can, though some sticks to your lips and coats your face but you don’t mind. You’re licking your lips free of his cum when you push yourself up into a sitting position again and wiping the rest from your face when you look down at him. He’s breathless, wheezing for air, and sweat begins to coat his forehead. He’s staring at you through dark, hooded eyes and rakes his hand through his blonde hair.

“Holy shit,” he laughs breathlessly. “Come here.”

You push yourself back up on all fours and crawl over to him only to collapse next to him. It’s silent as you both take the moment to calm down from your highs, both of you gazing up at the stucco ceiling. When your heart is back to an even beating pace and your lungs aren’t gasping for air, you push yourself over onto your stomach and look up at Jungkook.

“We need to do that again,” You tell him.

“Right now?” he asks with a wry smirk.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Not now. But eventually.”

“Not now?” he repeats. “But, baby, I’m not even done with you yet.”

“You aren’t?” You ask.

“Didn’t you promise that you were all mine?” he questions. “What was that last thing you said I can do to you? Fuck you until you can’t walk? That sounds fun.”

“You’re such a shit,” You gasp exasperatedly.

He presses his lips to yours and hums in agreement, grinning. If it had been any other moment, you might have told him to stop but, in that moment, you were still too excited to stop. If Jungkook wanted to keep going, you were certainly not going to reject him. He continues to kiss you lazily and you would have been content with even that but then his hands begin roaming your body again and finds the clasp of your bra, which he easily undoes. He pulls it off of your chest and you toss it somewhere behind you and he pulls back just enough to take your full exposed body in.

He pushes you onto your back and kisses down your neck once more to your collarbones and in between your breasts. His mouth catches one of your nipples and his tongue swirls across the perked bud, teeth lightly clamping down. His other hand comes up to knead at your other breast, fingers pinching at your perked bud and you gasp in delight, back arching off the bed. You aren’t sure how much time passes as he takes his time with your body once more, kissing it up and down and in all the right places. All you do know is that it’s enough time for his erection to poke against your thigh again and when he’s rock hard against you, you’re gasping for more.

“Fuck,” he grumbles. “Shit, baby girl, I need to be in you right now.”

You tingle with delight and beam. “Then fuck me. How do you want me?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he stares down at you, clearly surprised with your question. Then, his expression darkens and he’s grinning.

“Turn around,” he orders. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

You do as you’re told, lazily pushing yourself over onto your stomach and jutting out your hips for him. “Is this good?” You ask.

Jungkook’s eyes tear from your ass and flicker up to your face. He nods hurriedly, saying, “Better than.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“Right,” he says. “We need a condom- where the hell are the condoms?”

Jungkook suddenly springs into action and he reaches instinctively for his wallet in his jeans, which he thinks is on the floor next to the bed. He remembers then that he has left his clothes downstairs and groans inwardly.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, moving to get up, but you grab onto his arm and yank him back down, shaking your head furiously.

“No, no, no,” You beg. “Jungkook, fuck, I can’t wait any longer. I need you right now, please.”

He stares down at you momentarily and gives in “Screw it,” he says.

He’s behind you again, kneeling just behind your ass, and his hand grips his member, pumping himself slowly. You crane your neck to look and watch as he takes his time on his hardened length, his own gaze fixated on only you. Then, in the next second, and completely without breaking eye contact with you, he’s running his cock just along your folds, coating it in your own cum. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sudden pressure your core receives and you try to contain your desperate pleas for him to hurry. He taps his length against your clit, watching the way you jerk below him, head rolling back.

“Jungkook,” Your voice is a mixture somewhere between a groan of frustration and a moan. “If you don’t hurry up, I might explode.”

Jungkook laughs and shakes his head. He grabs your hips suddenly and lifts you higher up the bed. He lets one of his hands slide from your hips to the small of your back to gently guide you backward as his other hand starts pushing his member to you. Finally, you feel him push into you, feel the tip of his cock slide past your walls and you gasp. He’s even bigger as you feel him stretching you open inch by glorious inch, slipping into you with such ease that you feel no pain at all.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, stilling momentarily. He leans down until his chest is pressed against your back and his mouth begins to graze along your shoulder and neck. “You’re so wet and warm,” he grunts against you. “You take my cock so well, baby.”

A strangled choke of air leaves you in response and you needily jutt your hips backward on him, urgent for more. He takes the time to suck a small hickey on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, tongue swirling back and forth in a stray pattern. He’s marked your entire throat black and blue and red but you never once tell him to stop - especially not know, as you’re completely stripped of your wits and any reasonable thought as he slowly, so very slowly, pushes himself into you the rest of the way. Your jaw drops open in a delighted yet silent cry, fingers clutching the sheets beneath for dear life, as he buries himself hilt deep within you. He pauses again, collapsing against your back and sputtering against your neck. You can feel his cock twitch inside your walls and you instinctively squeeze your muscles around him which earn you a beautiful breathy moan from Jungkook.

“Don’t do that,” he whimpers. “Not yet, shit, I won’t last if you keep doing that.”

“Well, neither will I,” You rasp, shaking your head. “Fuck, fuck, you feel so good, Jungkook, I-”

Your voice cuts off suddenly when you feel him pull out in one fluid stroke until his tip is the only thing left. Then, just as slowly, he bucks himself into you. You fumble for words but nothing comes, safe for whining moans as he continues at his slow pace. You can feel his length parting your walls each time he thrusts back into you and the simple act is enough to have your legs start shaking. His tongue and mouth remain latched to your neck and he greedily sneaks a hand around your front to grasp at your breasts.

“F-Faster,” You cry.

Jungkook sighs against you and doesn’t oblige at first. Instead, he progressively begins to pick up speed, pulling out of you in measured strokes but thrusting into you quickly. He carries on at his leisurely pace until he abandons it all together for something a bit hastier but it still isn’t enough.

“Faster, Jungkook,” You beg. “Faster, please!”

He grunts behind you as he pulls out and then surprises you entirely by ramming himself into you. You jerk forward on the bed, completely being thrown off balance and losing your grip on the sheets, and yelp as your head flies forward into the pillow.

“Faster!” You whine. “Oh, god, please-”

Jungkook doesn’t bother to fight you anymore. He is quick to adopt a new pace, pumping himself in and out of you in fast and swift motions that it is near seamless, being coaxed by your wet arousal. You’re in a state of pure bliss as you feel him practically in the back of your throat, each thrust he makes igniting hot fire. You’re dripping around his cock, your own cum spilling down his length in a sticky mess. It’s hot and frantic and erotic but Jungkook doesn’t stop, refuses to.

“Is this good, baby?” he rasps. “Moan for me, let me hear you.”

You nod weakly, struggling to find your words when all that is ingrained in your mind and laced on the tip of your tongue is his name, which slips past your teeth before you can bite it back. He straightens up behind you and pushes you gently further down onto the bed. His own hands fly back to your hips, grazing over your ass, and he pulls you back and forth on him in a frantic need. You’re far too tired to lift yourself up and, instead, collapse against the bed to let him completely take all of you. You can barely hold on, tumbling quickly to the familiar effects of your release, but you force yourself to hold off, to relish in the feeling. You’re a panting, sobbing mess as Jungkook continues at his relentless pace, snapping his hips into yours with such a feverish passion that you are certain you’ll have bruises tomorrow but you can’t bring yourself to make him stop, not when it feels so fucking good.

The room is suddenly overwhelming and stiflingly hot and sweat begins to coat both yours and Jungkook’s body. Jungkook is just as much of a frantic mess behind you, gasping for air and groaning with each thrust he makes back into your heat. He must be close considering he can hardly keep himself composed either. His face is scrunched in pleasure, hooded eyes staring down at the way he disappears within you, mouth slightly ajar, and jaw clenched. In the next second, and all too quickly, Jungkook is pulling out of you and flipping you over onto your back. You weakly follow his lead and slump against the mattress, staring up at him with tired eyes. He wastes no time in rolling his hips back into yours, his length slipping into you with a wet squelch.

He’s kneeling in front of you, holding your hips to him so he can thrust into you easier. He pushes your thighs up to stretch you wider and he suddenly hits a spot in you at the new angle that shakes something in you. Your mouth drops open and your back arches off the bed, a whimper and a cry tearing from your throat. Your hands grasp at his neck and arms, desperate to have him closer to you, and he lets you pull him down to you. Your lips crash with his in a heated and passionate kiss that is entirely haphazard and you can’t bring yourself to part from him too much, even when you feel the need to talk.

“I-I’m close,” You whisper. “Fuck, Jungkook! Don’t stop.”

“Come for me, baby,” he grunts. “I want to feel you coming all over my cock, yeah?”

You nod distractedly, biting down accidentally on his lower lip. He hisses at the feeling and soon his hand is finding its way between your bodies and thighs, rubbing furiously at your clit. Your body begins to convulse and twist beneath him and you hastily bury your face in his shoulder, squeezing your eyes shut. It’s then, when you’re a panting and moaning mess, that you feel the familiar wave hit you, feel the fire coursing through your veins. You chase after your release hurriedly and are finally, finally, hit with it. Feeling your second orgasm of the night has you completely shaking from head to toe, tears forming in your eyes as you’re momentarily blinded by the pure white light of bliss.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jungkook!” You sob. “Oh my god, ah-”

Jungkook snaps his hips quicker into you, harder, and rides you out through your high. You’re struggling to breathe, gasping for air in between moans of his name, and you’re completely caught up in the moment, the sound of the bed creaking the accompanying your mewls of pleasure. You don’t know how much time passes as you bask in the feeling of your sweet release, lazily slumping against the bed for Jungkook to take control of. Eventually, he, too, is fumbling for his high after being spurred on by your reactions and the way your walls clench around him and you can tell with the way his thrusts become sloppy and quick spurts. Just before he can feel his release, he’s pulling out of you quickly and grasping his glistening cock with his hand to pump himself hard and fast. You shudder at the way your own cum leaks onto your thighs but push the thought away and focus your gaze only on Jungkook who is chasing after his high. You greedily replace his efforts with your own and reach down to pump his length. He comes moments later, releasing onto your stomach his hot seed that paints your skin in ivory white.

“Oh, fuck!” he moans, bucking into your hand.

He slumps completely against your chest as you help him ride out his high by jerking him off until he, too, begins to cringe at oversensitivity. When you’re certain he’s calmed down from his high, he collapses against you with a huff and the room suddenly goes silent. All that you hear is the sound of your thudding hearts and panting breaths, but neither of you speak as you wallow in the pure bliss and after sex glow. Eventually, Jungkook pushes himself off of you and falls onto his back beside you. You, instinctively, curl up into his side with a yawn, your hand flying up to rest on his chest as his wraps around your waist. In fact, the two of you do not speak for what feels like hours but you don’t entirely mind. It’s relaxing, you think, as your index finger traces the tattoos that ink his chest and arms whilst his hand strokes your back in feathery touches.

“I could stay like this forever,” You whisper at long last.

Jungkook smiles tiredly, watching as you yawn and nuzzle your head in his side. “That sounds amazing. Fuck, I’m tempted to just say forget the party altogether so we can stay like this but I don’t want all our hard work to be for nothing.”

“Right,” You sigh. “Should we leave now?”

Jungkook shakes his head and brushes the hair out of your face. “Why don’t you rest for a bit? Maybe take a nap? Here, I’ll get something to clean yourself up with.”

You’re too exhausted to keep up with him or watch where he goes but you know he disappears out of the room after slipping into his boxers. He returns moments later with a wad of toilet paper only to find you already fast asleep, your purple hair splayed out across the pillow and framing your face. The sight curls his lips back in a faint smile and makes something warm tug at his heart before he cleans the mess on your stomach and wipes softly at your core.

Jungkook ends up letting you sleep for half an hour before gently shaking you awake, reminding you of the party and the dares you have yet to complete. Before you leave, you both decide to use Namjoon’s house to the best of your advantage, throwing your stiffened underwear into his washing machine and then dryer, as well as taking the time to wash the bed sheets that you ruined (which was your idea), and hopping into one of his shower to wash off the chlorine and sex on your skin (at which time, Jungkook suggests that the two of you take a shower together to conserve water, but the shower itself ends up becoming yet another round of a quick fuck and completely defeats his purpose of saving water).

You eventually leave Namjoon’s house and return to Jungkook’s motorcycle, scrubbed raw and clean and with a newfound affection for the boy beside you. Before you climb onto the motorcycle behind him and let him drive you to your next destination, he takes the time to pull you toward him for one last chaste kiss and all you know, in that moment, is that you never want this night to end.

11:30 pm.

“Alright, so this is our last dare?”

Jungkook nods as he looks over at you. You’re both standing in an alleyway between two brick buildings in the busy downtown city to finish Jungkook’s dare. You had received both your dares nearly an hour ago. Yours was to sing and dance to an entire song in public which you only did after Jungkook agreed to join in with you on a, dare you say, brilliant performance of A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton (that resulted in you dancing rather animatedly around a large group of people, Jungkook serenading a man sitting nearby, and somehow bribing a busker to join in with his piano). Jungkook’s dare is to graffiti a building. The thought of defacing yet another building doesn’t exactly sit well with you but Jungkook promised that he would complete his dare quickly without risking any chance of being caught. You weren’t so sure how smoothly that would go.

“Apparently,” Jungkook says. “How long do we have? What did the text say again?”

You grab your phone out of your pocket and unlock it to find the text.

From: Unknown number.

Sent: 11:00 pm.

Congratulations! You have completed almost all of your tasks. Your last dare is to sing an entire song in public but beware: you must complete this task before midnight, as that is when we close the doors on late attendees. Once you complete this task, and send us proof, we will evaluate your score and send you both the location and secret password to access the party.

“We have thirty minutes,” You say. “Think we can do it?”

“Of course,” Jungkook says smugly. He’s holding a bag of spray paint that he purchased only moments ago and reaches inside to pull out a can of red paint. “Hey, don’t look so worried. It’s liberating once you give it a try.”

“You’ve done this before?” You ask.

Jungkook smirks and shrugs innocently. “Once. Okay, maybe a few times, but I’ve never gotten caught before.”

“Well, you better hope tonight isn’t the night,” You say.

Jungkook laughs and tosses you the can of spray paint before plucking the other orange one from the bag but he doesn’t respond. You watch as he uncaps the can of paint, looks up at the brick wall of the structure, and presses down on the nub, spraying orange paint all over. It’s fascinating to watch him as he works, and you tell yourself that trying it for a few minutes won’t hurt. So, you follow his lead, uncapping the can in your hands, covering your nose and mouth with your hand to protect your lungs from the fumes, and begin painting the wall in red strokes. You’re quick to realize that Jungkook is right once more and there’s something oddly liberating with spray painting a building, like a child who is suddenly allowed to colour outside of the lines, and soon you’re laughing in triumph. You’re both too caught up in the moment, too caught up with having fun, to notice the police car that drives by until it’s cruising down the street again, siren blaring and lights flashing. Jungkook is the one who notices it first and curses under his breath.

“Shit,” he grumbles.

He snatches the can from your hands and tosses both cans into the bag before chucking it to the ground. He grabs your hand next and he’s ready to run but is stopped when two police officers, both burly looking men, stand in front of you, blocking the entrance of the alleyway.

“What’s going on here?” One of them asks in a gruff voice.

Jungkook comes to a sudden halt and you crash into his back. The two of you are instantly silent, exchanging worrisome glances. The officers look stern, angry, eyeing the two of you with beady glares.

“Are you aware that graffiti and defacing of public property is against the law?” The other one asks. “And you have both just been caught in the act of vandalising this building. Can you both please step out of the alleyway?”

Jungkook grimaces and reluctantly agrees, pulling you with him. You can see him growing anxious, restless, gripping your hand tightly in his. The officers set you to the side as they drone on about the crime you’ve committed and the fine they need to write you both up for, as well as explaining that they would need the two of you to do some sort of community service to make up for it. While the cops are standing off to the side, writing up a ticket for the two of you, Jungkook glances down at his phone while the two of you sit on the curb of the street and groans.

“I’m sorry I got you into this mess,” he says.

“You didn’t. This party did,” You point out.

Jungkook winces at the mention of the party and runs a hand through his blonde hair.

“It’s 11:40,” he says. “They said we have until midnight to finish our dares. We’re cutting it close, don’t you think?”

“Didn’t you send them a picture of the wall while the cops were talking to us?” You ask.

Jungkook nods. “Well, there’s no way we can make it to the party by midnight - wherever it is - if we need to go down to the station.”

“It’s okay,” You tell him. You place your hand on his shoulder and make him look down at you. “Maybe we just weren’t meant to go to the party.”

“Three years,” Jungkook says, scowling. “That’s how long I’ve waited to get invited, and we’re twenty minutes to midnight, and now I can’t go. And, on top of that, I guess I’ll be spending my birthday at the police station - but I guess it’s not a total bust, right? We did meet.”

You look at him sympathetically and sigh. You’re gnawing on your lower lip as a stiff silence settles between the two of you. You know how much the party means to Jungkook, even if you can’t seem to find a reason to admire it, and you feel terrible for how this night might end. It’s then, as you’re fidgeting with the strands of your pink hair, that a completely reckless and shocking idea pops into your head. Your eyes flicker to the cops who have their back turned to you, then to Jungkook’s motorcycle which is parked across the busy street, and lands lastly on Jungkook.

“Maybe our fun doesn’t have to end here,” You whisper to the boy.

He turns to look at you, quirking an eyebrow. You lean in closer to him to make sure he is the only one who can hear you when you say, “Let’s run.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “From the cops? Holy shit, who are you and what have you done with Y/N?”

You shoot him a look that makes him sigh. He glances over at the cops and is silent, thinking, debating what he should do.

“This is a terrible idea,” he says, “but we can’t get in trouble if we don’t get caught. Follow me.”

There’s a devious glint in his eyes that suddenly makes you second guess yourself and your plan, but it’s already too late. He gets to his feet, pulling you with him. His eyes are darting back and forth from the police and the traffic lights at the intersection, which are green. Cars speed past going either direction and Jungkook waits until the lights turn yellow, then red. You think he’ll move as soon as it turns red but he waits, lingering. He waits a few seconds, counting down in his head, and then he’s lunging forward, exclaiming, “Run!”

You’re caught off guard by his sudden action that you fumble over your own two feet to catch up with Jungkook as he bolts across the street. You hear the police from somewhere behind you, grunting and yelling, most likely chasing after the two of you but, before they can and just as you and Jungkook weave through the stopped cars to the other side of the street, the traffic light turns green and the cars begin to drive again, blocking the police. You’re left in a state of shock when you realize you’ve outrun the cops but Jungkook doesn’t stop. He hops onto his motorcycle and tosses on his helmet and you hastily follow his lead, clinging onto him tightly as he revs the bike to life and merges into traffic without a second thought.

You wonder how he’s able to guide the motorcycle left and right to dodge the cars as fast as he can. The speed he’s at almost scares you but he can’t stop, not when the police are struggling to chase after the two of you, but they stop eventually, figuring the chase isn’t worth the fight and they let the two of you go, driving off into the night.

11:55 pm.

You still aren’t entirely sure how exactly you were able to outrun the police, and you aren’t sure if that simple action will have any other dire consequences, but all your worries are shooed from your mind when you’re both stopped at a red light eight minutes ago and you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, indicating a new text. It was much to your delight to read it said:

We are glad to invite you to the annual start of year party! You can find us at the bar The Hub. The secret password is “banana milk.” We hope to see you there!

You cannot contain your excitement and nearly shriek with joy in Jungkook’s ear, startling him entirely, before explaining the text. He beams as you relay the text to him and then tells you that The Hub isn’t far from where the two of you are and makes it to the bar at record time. The bar, however, isn’t at all what you imagined it to be. You weren’t so sure what you were expecting when you thought of what this party would look like but The Hub was certainly not it. The bar was dingy and old, with flickering neon lights and burnt out bulbs on it’s sign. It’s a small building, a tiny hole in the wall, and it is completely empty except for the bartender and two other customers sitting at the very end of the bar counter. It’s silent, and you wonder if maybe this whole thing, the invitation and the dares, was just a rouse.

“This is it?” You ask.

Jungkook, however, doesn’t reply. You can tell he doesn’t want to believe that a whole night’s worth of dares and running from the cops ends in a shabby looking bar. His eyes flicker around the room hopefully and settles on the bartender.

“Maybe we can ask him,” Jungkook suggests.

“I don’t think this is the kind of place that sells banana milk, Jungkook,” You say.

“What kind of stupid password is banana milk anyway?” Jungkook mumbles.

The two of you walk toward the counter and stop near the bartender to wait, awkwardly, as he finishes washing and drying a glass. When he’s done, he turns to the two of you with a stern look and asks, “What can I do for you?”

“Do you know anything about a party?” Jungkook asks.

The bartender shakes his head. “Party? Don’t know of one. Can I get you two anything?”

You purse your lips and shoot Jungkook a look. The boy glances behind at you and grimaces, thinking. You can see the physical confusion on his face with the way his eyebrows scrunch together. He sighs heavily and turns back to the bartender.

“Banana milk?”

The words come out of Jungkook’s mouth in the form of a question, as if he isn’t too sure himself if it will work. The two of you glance back at the bartender who is suddenly silent. He eyes the two of you and you wonder if he will burst into laughter or kick you both out for even asking a question but then he’s smiling, surprising the both of you.

“Right this way,” he says.

Still uncertain with what the password does with the bartender, you watch as he gestures for the two of you to come behind the counter. Jungkook is the first to move, following after the bartender and passing the other two customers who smile up at you. His hand reaches out for yours and he grips it reassuringly as he guides you behind the counter. The whole situation seems oddly like a scene out of a horror movie and your mind begins to panic at the thought of this being a whole set up to be either mugged or murdered. You cling into Jungkook tightly as he follows the bartender into the backroom of the bar. He doesn’t stop walking until he’s reached the storage room and pushes it open. Inside, past the shelves full of other various items and bottles, is another door that the bartender holds open.

“Have fun,” he says, and then he’s gone, disappearing back to the front of the bar and leaving the two of you alone.

You glance through the door that he opens to find a flight of stairs that lead down to a third door. Jungkook begins walking down them with no qualms and, though you chase after him, you grumble angrily the whole way down.

“We’re going to die,” You say. “We are going to die. Doesn’t this seem a little bit strange to you?”

“We’ll be fine,” Jungkook says. “Just take a deep breath.”

“Fine,” You mumble. “But if we walk through that door and see that bartender doing some Sweeney Todd baking and turning these party attendees into pies, I have full obligatory rights to say I told you so.”

“Well, Sweeney Todd is a barber,” Jungkook points out. “Not a bartender. Also, he’s not real. So-”

“You get what I’m saying,” You sigh.

Jungkook smirks just before the two of you reach the last step and, thus, the door. Jungkook takes a deep breath and looks up at you before reaching forward, grasping the doorknob, and turning it to push it open.

12:02 am.

It is much to your pleasure that, as soon as you walk through the door, you find yourselves walking not in the midst of the bartender baking human meat pies but in the middle of a party.

And it isn’t just any party.

It’s loud, it’s huge, it’s crazy. It certainly doesn’t let down and holds up to expectations. Crowds of hundreds of people already occupy the underground basement (which isn’t at all a basement, since, from what you can see, it stretches on and on), laughter and chatter mingling with the thump of bass that plays. There are glittering lights, ice sculptures, balloons, servers carrying trays of various arrays of foods and drinks, and a DJ playing from somewhere on a higher up platform. It’s entirely overwhelming and yet exciting at the same time and neither you nor Jungkook can fully comprehend what you have both just walked in on. You turn to look at one another, completely and absolutely shocked.

“We made it,” Jungkook says in disbelief. “We got in.”

A wide grin stretches across your face. “We got in!” You exclaim, bursting into triumphant laughter and swinging your arms around his neck. “I can’t believe this is actually a thing. We’re here!”

Jungkook can’t help but join in your laughter, scooping you up in his arms and lifting you off the ground in a tight hug. He places you back down moments later and locks gazes with yours. The smile on his face is irreplaceable, priceless, and you can’t bring yourself to look away. A sudden thought pops into your head and your smile softens.

“It’s midnight, isn’t it?” You ask. “Happy birthday! Is this everything you wanted?”

Jungkook grins and glances around the room. His stare settles back on you and his hands fall to the small of your waist so he can tug you closer to him.

“Everything and more,” he says.

“Must be a pretty awesome present, huh?”

“It’s alright,” he admits. “I think the better present was getting to spend this night with you - and, of course, when you let me eat you out.”

You gasp, reaching out to whack his shoulder playfully. “Ever the romantic, Jeon!”

“Well, I’m telling the truth,” Jungkook says. He laughs at your scowling face and leans down to catch your lips with his for a gentle kiss that leaves your heart fluttering. “Which reminds me, we’re going to need to go on a date after this night - maybe even have round two. I do, after all, have your name tattooed on me now. We can’t let that go to waste.”

“I’d like that,” You say.

“Good,” Jungkook smiles wide and then he’s grasping your hand and gesturing to the wide open space of the party and the crowd that occupies it. “Now, let’s have some fun. We didn’t run from the cops for no reason.”

You’ll follow after Jungkook then, slipping into the crowd of people to join in on the party, but you realize, in the end, that the party wasn’t the sole reason for your happiness. It was the events during the night, the dares, and the fact that you were able to meet Jungkook that made you remember that night the most - and you were certainly glad you had been able to start off the night right by gathering enough courage to kiss the stranger that was Jungkook.

If there are any potential consequences for completing your chaotic dares, you suppose you could deal with all that later (and with the bonus of Jungkook by your side), putting it off for a better day if only just for tonight.

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[therealpussybangs]

Answer to: @toshiiushijima! 

Said: “I NEED A PART TWO FOR THAT KITA ONE BECAUSE I AM CRYING AND I WANT Y/N TO BE HAPPY. 😭😭😭😭”

Here it is hehe... I’m sorry in advance..

TW: Angst, swearing, crying, mentions of child birth, 

Kita x reader --> Random person x reader lol

12:10 P.M

It was 12:10 p.m when you found out your ex’s baby had been born. The baby that should have been yours. The family he so desperately wanted. But here he is, with some other woman, crying happy tears over their newborn child. 

Your steps falter at work as you watch the video posted on Facebook. You don’t really know why you still followed him there, it’s been years since your last talk.. with him. 

9:30 P.M

it’s 9:30 when he shows up at your doorstep, baby carrier in one hand, and the hand of his wife in his other. You about smack him when he smiles weakly, as if asking shyly to enter.

You eventually let him in, and make them some tea. You’re about to ask why he’s there when the other women begins;

“I’m so sorry..” She says, looking down. You suppose there’s nothing else she can look at, but it makes you mad that she can’t even look at you whilst apologizing. 

“yeah..” was all you could muster before you take a seat.

The three of you chatted about how it wasn’t supposed to end up that way, and you knew it wasn’t. Because that was supposed to be you next to him and his new born son. 

She didn’t even want a son, she wanted a daughter. 

You wanted a son.

You eventually try to get them out of your house as soon as possible, not wanting to breakdown in front of them.

Right as they leave, you scream. 

You let all your emotions out in one long, gut wrenching, deafening scream. You wanted nothing more than to yell at the woman. To call her a home-wrecker and all sorts of names. But deep down, you knew it wasn’t her fault. 

Heck, she didn’t even know Shin was in a relationship at the time. So you let your emotions out in private, and to be the bigger person, you blocked them both on all platforms. You cut off all ties. For the best. 

1:25 A.M

another knock? At 1:25?  Oh. It’s your neighbor.

“Hello?” You say, cocking a brow.

“Hey, I heard you scream a bit ago, then it got really quiet, so I came to check up on you.” He said looking all smart and what not.

He always hit on you jokingly when you were planting flowers, or helped you make dinner sometimes. Even the dogs liked him! So you decided to let him in.

“Guess I owe you an explanation I guess..” You chortle and open the door for him to come in.

4:45 A.M

I’ts 4:45 now.. and you literally cried your heart out to your neighbor, who..listened. He got you snacks and drinks!!

“You have to stay hydrated, tears are dehydrating!”

“Please eat, it will make you feel better!”

“Sweats always make me feel better!” 

Hell, this man even cuddled you until you could calm down. He understood everything and offered to give you space. It was heaven. You wanted to give him a fucking kiss, and go to bed. 

So you did. You said goodnight, gave him a peck and a “thank you”, and fell asleep in his arms. 

Little did you know, that wouldn’t be the last kiss you two shared. But it for sure was the best in your book.

Second only to your wedding kiss of course >;)

Annnnnnd it’s done! I hope you liked it!! Feel free to fill in neighbor with anything or anyone! I hope you have a great night/day! I love you, and stay safe! :3

[sleepysnk]

hey hey! i'm back with some stuff for Eren because tbh i really liked this scenario. this kind of makes me happy because i feel like this happens often, and ngl, i see Eren kind of like this? not exactly sure, but i hope you guys enjoy! 🖤

Ditched

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol, fluff at the end

A sigh came from Eren's mouth as he leaned up against the wall at the party he was currently at.

He got invited to this party that Reiner was hosting, of course Eren wasn't going to say no to a party, and Reiner being his friend he couldn't necessarily deny it would be bad. Reiner always threw some bangers and knew how to get all kinds of people to come. It was no lie to say Reiner was like a damn celebrity.

Eren on the other hand, wasn't having the greatest time.

He was waiting for someone. More specifically, Mina Carolina.

Eren and Mina had been talking for a few weeks and the two were starting to get to a point where they could reach a serious relationship, and Eren figured he'd invite her to the party. He genuinely liked her, but recently she started acting way different towards Eren. She became more dry and only interested in what Eren had to... offer. His friends explained that maybe she was just going through something, but something in his gut told him that things weren't right.

Here he was now, waiting for about 30 minutes or so. She still hadn't replied, nor showed up. It slightly made Eren's heart feel heavy, he felt like he had his time wasted.

He looked down at his phone, going to her messages.

8:28 <-Eren: hey i'm here

8:35 <-Eren: did you get the address?

8:47 <-Eren: Mina? where are you?

8:51 <-Eren: are you even coming?

9:01 <-Eren: hello??

Read: 9:05 P.M.

Eren clicked his phone off, placing it in his pocket after realizing she most likely wasn't showing up. Another disappointment in a talking stage, he was certain Mina was a nice girl. She was introduced to him Sasha, she never said anything bad about Mina. For one, Sasha always talked Mina up to Eren, but he guessed she wasn't into it anymore.

"Hey Eren! Did she show up?" Connie yelled over the loud music. "We've got some sick jello shots!" he said, smiling excitedly at him.

Eren didn't even feel excitement anymore, he just felt upset. His whole mood just crashed and he wanted nothing but to go home and sleep, maybe a nap would do him some good, or maybe some McDonald's.

"I think I'm gonna head home!" Eren shouted back, looking at Connie.

Connie nodded. "Are you sure?! Did she ditch you or something?!" he asked, looking around to find the black-haired girl who was no where to be seen.

"I guess so!" he yelled, looking at the time on his phone.

Eren felt the fullness of his bladder from the alcohol he consumed. He needed to pee before he leaves or he'll explode.

"Hey where's the bathroom!?" Eren asked, shouting at Connie.

He rubbed the back of his head. "Upstairs! Third door on the left!" he yelled, turning to walk away. "Drive safe by the way!" he added, walking away.

Eren shoved his phone back in his pocket and made his way up the long stairs to find the bathroom, his ears having a slight ring from going further away from the loud music that blasted below him.

As he made his way up the steps, he passed different people drunkenly falling down the stairs, or couples who were eating each other's faces. Making him cringe as he passed by as he heard the soft kissing noises coming from them. Gross.

He passed the multiple doors, hearing soft moans from girls who decided that hooking up with college guys was a good idea, or he heard different people yelling at those who were taking shots or hanging around in those usual smoke circles with marijuana.

"Third door on the left.." Eren said to himself as he stopped in front of the bathroom door which was shut.

The light was on and someone was clearly using it, so he decided to just wait for whoever was in there to come out. Eren kept looking at his phone as he waited, a few people passing by him and heading into the bedrooms. He assumed they were going in there to do the usual.

After about 10 minutes of waiting, Eren was starting to get antsy. Why the hell was someone in the bathroom for this long? He thought the person could be sick or maybe two people decided to go and hookup in the bathroom.

He decided to just knock, approaching the door he used his finger to knock on the door.

"Yo! Open the door! I gotta pee," he said, leaning against it so whoever was in there could hear him.

No response.

He sighed, whoever was in there clearly heard him, because he heard shifting behind the door.

"Look, just open the damn door. A line is going to form soon," Eren said, knocking once again on the door.

No response once again.

Eren decided to just say fuck it and open the door. He hesitated a bit and put his hand on the knob, nobody was really around to see him. He looked around and turned the knob which was unlocked, pushing it open he was faced with a girl.

She was leaning against the sink, a red solo cup next to her. Eren took in her features noticing dark mascara smudged around her eyes, along with tears going down her face.

The girls head snapped towards him. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry... um, I was just in here. Were you trying to come in?" she asked, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

Eren stood there for a moment taking in her appearance. "No don't worry.. um my bad for slamming the door open. I just needed to pee," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Why are you crying? If you don't mind me asking," he asked, looking at her puffy eyes.

She sniffed. "Um.. it's really stupid, especially telling a stranger. I'm sorry, also don't apologize for coming in. I didn't hear you, I'm gonna go now." she said, grabbing her items.

Eren felt guilt washing over him noticing how sad she looked, she had nobody around her. Usually when he found girls crying at parties they were surrounded by their friends, but she was alone. Something about it didn't sit right with Eren, and he wanted to know what was up with her.

"Wait!" Eren said, stopping the girl in her tracks.

She looked back with her brows furrowed. "Huh?" she said.

He looked away and then back at her. "Look I know I may not know you, but you seem really upset right now, and I know how it feels to be alone. If I can, I'd like to know why you're crying in a bathroom." he replied, crossing his arms.

The girl stopped and stood, looking down at the floor. "Um.. well, it's a lot and I feel like it'd just bother you really. I need to call an Uber anyway," she said, going onto her phone. "Thank you really but it'd just burden you," she added.

Eren leaned against the door frame. "You had a shitty night and so did I, least I can do is help you out. Of course no force," he said, shrugging.

She thought for a second. Maybe he was just trying to be nice? He didn't seem like a creep, considering he didn't seem dressed to impress anybody.

"Um sure I guess..." she replied, putting her phone away.

Eren was surprised at her answer. "I need to pee first if you don't mind," he said, smiling a bit.

She felt a small smile grow onto her lips as she moved outside the bathroom. "Take your time," she replied, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom.

Eren finished his business and exited the bathroom. He saw the girl standing outside, she seemed to be in deep thought.

"Let's go," Eren said, taking his keys out of his pocket and heading down the stairs.

The girl slowly followed behind him as he made his way outside, she felt the cooler air hit her skin causing her to shiver. She totally forgot how chilly the air was, rubbing her arms for warmth she stopped noticing the car he walked up to. He had a nice car, tinted windows, freshly clean, he seemed to know how take care of it.

"Hop in," he said, unlocking the passenger side door.

She got in and shut the door, feeling the cool leather of his seats go up against her skin. Making her shiver and goosebumps litter onto her skin.

Eren couldn't help but notice how nervous she seemed, he wasn't a creep. He didn't have bad intentions with her at all, she just seemed to be having a bad night, so he wanted to be of some help. Even if she didn't ever speak to him again.

"I know you're nervous and I know what you're thinking, but trust me I'm not going to do anything bad to you. I just wanted to be a cool person and help you out, since you were crying and you were by yourself." Eren said, breaking the silence between them.

She nodded, swallowing thickly. "I see.. what's your name?" she asked, nodding.

"Eren.. and you?" he asked, turning on the car to heat it up.

"(Y/N)," she replied, putting her seatbelt on as he began to drive his car away from the house.

Her name was pretty to Eren.

"Do you want to get some McDonald's? I don't know about you but food makes me feel better," he said, throwing a smile her way.

(Y/N) looked his way and smiled a bit. "Yeah.. sure, um I can pay for myself," she said, searching through her small purse she had with her.

Eren looked over. "Nah don't worry about it. I can pay for ya," he replied, turning into the McDonald's. "What do you want?" he asked, looking into her (e/c) eyes.

She pondered for a moment on what she wanted. "Chicken nuggets," she replied, giggling a bit.

Eren shot her a toothy smile. "Those are my favorite so I'm gonna get the same," he said, turning to the drive-thru.

He ordered their food and gave the bag to her as he drove to one of the empty parking spaces. She felt a bit more comfortable with him now, he seemed chill. She was starting to trust him, she felt relieved knowing he wasn't trying to do anything weird or dangerous.

Eren looked at her before putting the car in park. "Alright, let's get snacking." he said, removing his seatbelt.

(Y/N) gave the bag to him, moving her body so she was against the door. She removed her seatbelt and watched as Eren tossed her chicken nuggets. She put it on the armrest between them, and watched as he started eating.

"Thank you... for the food," she said, looking up at him.

Eren looked up and nodded. "Oh yeah, no problem! Party food was the worst, I drank too so I wanted something to eat." he replied, taking a sip of his drink.

(Y/N) started to eat her food and the two chatted about things. Getting to know each other, which made her feel a little more comfortable. They actually went to colleges that were close by, and they knew a few of the same people.

"Then this one time I almost poured the chemicals down the drain, and the teacher almost killed me!" Eren said, laughing at the memory. "I never saw a teacher more pissed off than ever," he added, rolling his eyes playfully.

She giggled a bit, looking down at her food. "Duh! That's like, one of the first things you learn in chemistry!" she replied, laughing even more.

He rolled his eyes once again, adjusting his bun. "So what? Sometimes you gotta live on the edge or whatever," he said, looking at the different cars driving past on the road. "Oh! By the way, what's your address? I'm sure you'll want to be home after this," he asked, taking his phone to open Maps.

(Y/N) looked over at him. "Oh! Um.. let me put it in," she replied, taking his phone from him. She felt a bit sad that it had to end, she kind of liked his vibe. He seemed chill and like a cool dude.

She handed his phone back to him after putting her address in. "Alright, you don't live too far. Let's get going," he said, putting his seatbelt on and starting the car.

"Wait!" she said, looking at him.

Eren stopped and furrowed his brows. "What's up? Did I do something?" he asked, nodding at her.

She looked away for a second. "Um.. Eren, do you have to drop me off right now?" she asked, avoiding his gaze.

He furrowed his brows in confusion. "I just figured you wanted to be home since it was late, why?" he asked.

(Y/N) sighed. "I just... um, would it be weird if we hung out a little longer? Of course we don't have to," she asked, nodding.

Eren smiled. "No that's not weird at all, just tell me where you wanna go," he said, looking at her.

She felt heat rush onto her cheeks seeing his smile, Eren was charming to (Y/N) and even though they just met, she enjoyed talking to him.

"Um.. just take me wherever! We can go anywhere," she replied, putting her seatbelt on.

Eren smirked. "Alright! I know where to go," he replied, putting the car in reverse and driving out of the parking lot.

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The rest of the car ride was so much fun. Eren and (Y/N) jammed to music, cracked jokes, stopped for ice cream, and even told each other funny stories.

Eren pulled into this clearing on a hill, showing a view of the city and the highway. The lights in the distance gave a perfect view of everything. (Y/N) was surprised seeing such a pretty view, she never knew something like this ever existed. If she knew she'd come up here often, she was always a fan of views, and so was Eren.

"Let's go," Eren said, opening his car door and exiting his car.

(Y/N) followed and stood next to the hood of his car, which Eren was sitting on. She felt a bit awkward and shy in the moment.

"Oh.. my bad, my ass takes a lot of space. You don't have to sit," he said, giving a weak smile.

(Y/N) laughed a bit, climbing to sit next to him. She felt the metal on the back of her legs, causing her to shiver, as well as the cooler air that surrounded her.

"You cold?" Eren asked, looking at the way she was shivering.

She giggled a bit and nodded her head. "Y-Yeah.. my fault for wearing this," she replied, adjusting the skirt she was wearing.

Eren got off the hood of the car and went to the backseat, he grabbed a black cotton blanket he always kept back there. Sometimes before classes he would take a snooze in his car, and he used the blanket for warmth.

"Here.. I uh, take naps before class." he said, handing the blanket to (Y/N).

She reached for it, feeling his fingertips brush against hers, making small sparks come from his touch. His fingers felt.. warm. She wrapped the blanket around her frame, feeling the warmth surrounding her made her feel cozy.

"Thank you.. really, you didn't have to do this." she said, looking over at Eren.

He stared at the city lights. "It's no problem, you looked like you needed some cheering up anyway," he said, bumping his elbow into her arm.

(Y/N) looked into his green eyes which were twinkling in the light. "You never mentioned why your night was shitty," she said, nodding her head at him.

Eren felt the disappointment coming back to him about Mina. "O-Oh! Yeah, uh.. it's a lot really," he said, looking towards the girl. "I can tell you," he added.

She smiled. "I have time," she replied, adjusting herself a bit and wrapping the blanket around her a bit tighter.

Eren sighed, staring at the ground. "I got ditched tonight by a girl who I thought liked me. I was kind of stupid to ignore how she was acting, I guess in a way I should have taken the signs, but I liked her too much. She was supposed to join me tonight at the party but she never showed, so I guess that's the end of that," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

(Y/N) felt bad for him, nobody deserves to have that happen to them. Eren seemed like a nice guy to her as well, she couldn't exactly see why a girl would pass up on him.

"That's really mean... I couldn't imagine being ditched by a guy. I'd probably feel so embarrassed," she said, looking towards him. "How long have you guys been talking?" she asked.

"Three weeks? Almost maybe a month? I was planning on asking her out tonight too but I guess she had other plans," Eren replied, leaning on his elbows.

(Y/N) nodded, staring at the ground.

"Say... you never told me why you were crying, do you wanna talk about it? No force," he asked, leaning up to look at her face.

A frown formed onto her lips thinking about the events that occurred. "Yeah I feel like I need to vent," she replied, putting her knees to her chest.

Eren turned to face her. "Ready when you are," he said, giving her a reassuring smile.

Her smile grew as he looked at her. "Well um, my boyfriend- well now ex-boyfriend cheated on me a few weeks ago, he hooked up with someone I was close with. My friends brought me to that party to sort of 'let loose' in a way, then they ended up ditching me. I didn't know anybody there, so I just went to the bathroom and broke down." she explained, feeling a few tears well into her eyes.

Eren felt a tug at his heart hearing what she had to say. He couldn't imagine what she was going through right now, especially with her ex.

"I'm so sorry (Y/N), those people aren't your friends for sure. You should honestly stop talking to them," he said, crossing his arms.

She laughed a bit, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "It's just been hard you know? None of them seemed to care when he cheated on me, and they sort of just brushed my problems away." she said, shrugging her shoulders. "It sucks telling you this," she added.

Eren placed his hand on her wrist. "I get it, what you're going through is so difficult. Having people around who don't care are the worst and it sucks seeing you this way, you seem like a really cool girl! Well, from what I've seen anyway. That's besides the point, you're really cool and those people don't deserve you. Your ex is also an asshole too," he said, rolling his eyes.

She smiled a bit at his words. Nobody really said that kind of stuff to her before.

"Same goes to you, you seem like a nice guy, and whoever that girl was who ditched you, she's missing out." (Y/N) said, smiling at him.

Eren chuckled a bit. "I guess in a way we both had a shitty night, but it ended pretty great." he said, looking at the sky.

"Eren... thank you for everything. If you didn't find me in that bathroom I probably would be eating ice cream and sobbing to Twilight right now," she said, laughing a bit.

He smiled. "No problem (Y/N), if I didn't find you I'd probably be at home watching some stupid sports compilation," he said, laughing along with her.

(Y/N) leaned against the windshield. "Do you want to head back?" she asked, looking towards him.

He sat up, stretching a bit. "Yeah sure," he replied, standing up and heading towards the drivers seat of the car.

The two hopped in and drove back to (Y/N)'s apartment, the drive felt long, but their company kept each other in good moods.

Eren pulled into the parking area and looked towards (Y/N). "Tonight was fun," she said, smiling at him.

A smile grew onto his lips. "Yeah it was, you made tonight great." he replied, putting his car in park.

(Y/N) grabbed her stuff. "Well... thank you really, you made me feel a bit better. I appreciate you a ton," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"Yeah, no problem at all," he replied, looking towards the front of the building.

He unlocked the car and watched her get out.

"Wait!" Eren said, stopping her in her tracks.

(Y/N) looked back at him. "What's up?" she asked, nodding a bit

Eren grabbed his phone from his pocket and handed it to her. "May I.. get your number?" he asked, smiling a bit at her as a blush formed onto his face.

She felt heat rush onto her cheeks, taking his phone in her hands. "Of course," she said, smiling as she entered her number into his phone. "Text me tonight, we should facetime." she added, handing his phone back to him.

Eren smiled, taking his phone back. "I'd love that," he replied, smiling again at her.

"See you then, and drive safe!" she said, closing his car door.

He watched as she entered her apartment building, Eren smiled to himself thinking about what happened tonight.

Who knew being ditched would lead to this?

[deexchanel]

New York

Word Count: 2,655

Pairing: Avengers x BlackFem!Reader. Justice League x BlackFem!Reader but more specifically Clark Kent x BlackFem!Reader.

Warning: Arguing, mention of miscarriage, angst.

Summary: After not being in contact for so long, someone decides to make a visit.

A/N: The title has nothing to do with the one short. Oops. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy!😁 below is Y/N’s outfit for the first half.

A long day after helping the team on their mission, Y/N wanted some pizza. It was around 10 p.m. when she decided to leave the tower. Tony was asleep in the chair, Steve was asleep on the couch. Natasha and Bucky were on the floor watching a movie. Thor was rummaging through the refrigerator, he was watching the movie as well but stopped to get some snacks.

Loki was in the library reading a book. Peter was on patrol so that’s why she felt safe with being out so late. “Loki I’m leaving to get some pizza okay?” He closed his book, preparing to stand up.

“Alright, I’m going with you.”

Y/N placed a hand on his chest so he could stay sitting. “ I want to go by myself Loki. I’m going to be perfectly fine, Peter’s patrolling right now.”

Loki sigh trying to push down his overprotective feeling. “Alright, just be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Y/N hummed kissing his forehead, she then walked to the living. Everyone in their same position except Thor was now back on the floor.

Y/N kissed each of their foreheads, “I’m going to go get some pizza. Anyone wants anything?”

Natasha shook her head,“ No, be careful though. I really want to pause this good movie to save your ass.” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, grabbing her purse from the hook.

“Bring me back some pizza? I’m rather hungry.” Thor said with his eyes glued to the tv.

“You’re always hungry Thor. Bring me some too. Better yet, why don’t I just come.” Y/N heard shuffling from behind her. She wanted to take a peaceful by herself to get pizza, is that too hard to ask? “No Bucky, I want to go by myself. I can handle it.”

She turns around to see him looking at her hesitantly. “You sure Y/N? I don’t mind coming-”

“I got it, really. Go enjoy the movie Bucky. I’ll be right back.” Y/N cut him off, walking out of the door. Bucky stood there dumbfounded, “Is she acting weird or it’s just me?” He pointed to the door, looking at Natasha and Thor.

“She seems alright with me.” Natasha shrugged and Thor didn’t reply.

Y/N took a deep breath hearing the new york life sparkle in her ears. Taxis coming and going. The roar of the subway beneath Y/N’s feet. Everyone talking but still being able to hear your own conversation.

Lights flashing brightly, babies crying, the homeless constantly asking for money. The smell of 1,000 vendors, many selling gyros. Broadway fans going insane when their favorite cast member walks out of the stage door. People of every race, color, and religion.

“Finally,” Y/N mumbled after a good minute of walking, she arrived at the pizza store on the corner. She ordered and stood in line for 15 minutes then left with 5 boxes of pizza. Stopping at the park, Y/N sat on a bench eating pizza enjoying the night air.

Y/N was happy with life but sometimes a person just wants to be alone. A little part of her misses the old lifestyle she had. Bruce, Barry, Diane, Victor, and Arthur. She missed them so much, especially Clark but he was the last person she wanted to see.

They were old lovers, at one time there wasn't a thing Clark wouldn't do for Y/N. Time skip, Y/N found out she was pregnant but due to stress from Clark, she miscarried. No one knew because of the genuine smile she held on her face. He was probably so caught up with Lois to not notice that she'd been gone for a year now.

She loved Clark, Y/N was his best friend. Lois came into the picture and he dropped everything just for her. Heartbroken, Y/N came to new york searching for happiness. She found it in the avengers who she now calls family.

Today was the anniversary of her baby and she just wanted to be alone. She was alone when it happened so she rather be alone now. Y/N stared off into space not even hearing someone land beside her. You read right, land.

"Y/N?"

The deep voice took her out of her gaze. Y/N turned to see Clark in his superman attire. Shocked, she could barely get anything out. "...Clark??"

Clark's face held worry," Y/N..." Y/N furrow her eyebrow confused cutting him off.

"What are you doing here Clark?"

"I can't come to see you now? Y/N I haven't seen you in months."

"Clark I don't wanna talk about that right now. I want to know how did you know I was here??" Y/N stood up, placing her unfinished pizza in the box. She couldn't even enjoy alone time without being bothered.

"Bruce's been track you this whole time Y/N. Come home, we miss you. I miss you." He reached out for her hands. Surprisingly Y/N let him grab her hands. She shook her head.

"Clark I can't just leave. I have a life and family here. You have Lois now, that's who you need. Not me."

Clark looked down," She left me Y/N. Lois said me being superman was too much."Y/N sigh knowing how to hurt he was. Yes, she was mad at him but sometimes not everything needs a reaction. Keeping it calm, she gave him a hug.

"I'm so sorry Clark, I should've been there for you."

Clark held her close smelling her wonderful smell of lavender. "It's okay Y/N. I know this life is treating you well."

Y/N could feel that it was getting late. "Clark I have to go, but I do have to ask you something." He pulled back glazing into her brown eyes.

"What is it Y/N?"

"Tomorrow evening bring the team to the tower. I want everyone to meet each other. I'll cook! It'll be so much fun."

Clark looked at her with hesitation, "I don't know Y/N.."

Y/N gave him the puppy dog eyes, "Please Clark? You get to see me in a nice outfit." He smiled giving in.

"Oh alright."

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"A little bit of this," Y/N murmured pouring grated cheese on top of the macaroni. She placed it in the oven, closing the door with her butt. Dinner consisted of steak with tarragon mushrooms with a side of macaroni. Y/N had been in the kitchen all day while the team did their overview with Fury for missions they have done.

"Smells amazing in here Y/N! What you make?" Steve's voice came from behind while she grabbed plates out of the cabinet. "Food Steve. You'll see when it's dinner time and if you don't mind, can you help me set the table?"

Steve nodded his head with a smile, "Sure I don't mind Y/N." The two joked around while they set the table. Clark and everyone were to be here in about 20 minutes. When she got home from the park last night, Y/N told the avengers about this evening dinner, and boy it was some weird faces.

She didn't know who was harder to convince, Tony or Steve. Maybe because they had been on the team longer. Once finished Y/N ushered Steve to go get dressed. She was so caught up with finishing the meal, that she didn't check the time. "Fuck!"

It was 10 minutes until Clark and the rest got there. She was nowhere near ready. "Y/N why aren't you ready?" Tony asked in disbelief when he walked into the kitchen. Y/N pulled at her hair.

"I know, I know! I was too caught up in finishing the steaks. Can you watch the food so it won't burn? please?"

Tony sigh,"If that makes you get dressed faster then I'll watch it." He opened the lid, the food smelled amazing. "Yeah hurry up, this smells good. I'm ready to eat."

"Thank you!" She kissed his cheek, rushing past so can get dressed.

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"Y/N they're here!" Steve called up the stairs. Y/N hopped around on one foot trying to put on the other boot. When it finally slid on her foot, she stood in front of a mirror taking a deep breath. She wanted all her favorite people to come together and be her support. To make her forget about the pain she went through a year ago yesterday.

Y/N walked downstairs with all eyes on her. Clark's mouth was agape from how good she looked. "Arthur! Diana! I've missed you guys!" Y/N hugged her with passion.

"Me too. You look beautiful." Diana hugged her back. Y/N moved towards Arthur giving him a hug. "Thank you."

"Yeah you look too good, don't make me have to beat anyone up from looking too hard." Thor snorted which made Arthur glance at him for a second. Y/N moved to Bruce.

"I hope you're doing good Bruce other than Barry getting on your nerves."

"Hey!" Barry said in defense.

"I'm good, just missed having you around."Bruce expressed which kinda shocked Y/N because he wasn't so open. She then gave Victor and Barry a hug. "I've missed you, two knuckleheads, together."

"We've missed you too." Victor smiled.

"What are we eating, it smells so good in here," Barry said excitedly. Y/N laughing gesturing towards the dining table. "We're about to find out, let's eat!"

Everyone cheered a bit sitting at the table, you know they didn't mingle but sat on the opposite side. Y/N walked over to the stove trying to bring the food to the table but Natasha stopped her.

"I got it Y/N, go sit down. You've been on your feet all day, I can bring the food to the table." Natasha grabbed the glass casserole dish out of her hand. She wasn't lying about her feet hurting but Y/N wasn't going to admit it.

Y/N sigh, "Fine, I'm bringing the champagne to the table though." She hurriedly grabbed two bottles of champagne before Natasha could protest. She definitely needed a sip before dealing with two rival heroes.

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There were conversations here and there but most of Y/N. She had all her favorite people in one room. Dinner was running smoothly until...

"So Y/N, Clark told us that you were coming back to stay permanently. I'm excited to have you back." Barry used his knife to cut the steak. Y/N didn't know who to look at crazy him or Clark. She could feel the hard glaze from Bucky.

"What's speedy boy talking about Y/N?" Tony asked tilting his head. Steve sat down his knife.

"Yes please do explain."

"I uh haven't said anything like that. I had planned on visiting, it wasn't official." Y/N scratched her arm out of nervousness from all eyes on her.

"I knew I wasn't going insane. Y/N wasn't going to go back permanently, she's not that crazy." Thor chuckled drinking his champagne.

Victor glanced at him sideways."What's that supposed to mean? Y/N wouldn't be crazy if she came back permanently. That's honestly the perfect decision if she does."

"Guys.." Y/N trailed off but was ignored by everyone. "Y/N is right where she belongs. Do I need to say more?" Loki wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"If she wants to come back permanently then she can. Y/N's only been with you guys for what ? a year? She's been with us forever so you know who she's going to choose." Arthur leaned back in the seat.

"Sure fish boy." Tony let his smart mouth get the best of him. Y/N took a sip of her champagne to calm her nerves.

"Guys..."

She was ignored again. "Y/N is coming with us and that's final. That's the only reason why I came to this wretched place was for her." Clark crossed his arm and Bucky narrowed his eyes at him.

"She's not going anywhere with you. I stand on that."

"Barnes right, you think I was going to let her leave with you after what you did? That's really funny." Natasha chugged the rest of her champagne down. Y/N winced at what she said.

"Guys please."

"Does that matter? Y/N is coming whether you like it or not." Bruce said setting his fork down. Diana nodded in agreement.

"I don't have to anything. Just know I'm not going down without a fight?"

"You people are so petty and tiny." Thor laughed using his fingers to indicate how small they were.

"If Y/N doesn't want to leave she isn't going to leave. it's her decision." Steve sat forward in his seat. They were getting louder by the minute.

"She isn't going, you weaklings," Loki growled sitting forward in his seat as well, not taking eyes off Arthur. Both Clark and Bucky held an intense stare.

"We should go few rounds." Tony stood up and so did Bruce.

"Let's do it then Stark."

Y/N chugged down the rest of the champagne. "Stop." The argument between them grew louder. "Stop!" Y/N stood up placing her hands on the table, no one noticed.

She slammed her hands against the table. "STOP! JUST STOP IT!" Everyone stared at her in shock.

"ENOUGH WITH THIS! I brought you altogether because I wanted support. I needed support."Y/N gritted through her teeth, tears welling in her eyes. "The one time I step out, you all can't even put your petty egos aside. I don't care who I'm staying with and I don't fucking know why it's an argument. I just wanted it to be a normal night."

Y/N lips trembled as she cried, "I can't hold on to this no longer. I was pregnant before I left Clark. I lost the baby. I lost it the day I went to find out the gender." Clark squeezed his eyes closed, his heart broke hearing the news. "And I hate myself so much for even letting myself stress so much that I lost it. When it happened I was alone. I didn't have you, Bruce, or Diana. I didn't have no one. I came to New York heartbroken."

She looked at the Avengers, they held a sad face. Natasha's cheeks were coated with tears."You guys mended my broken heart. You made me feel welcome and I don't know how I could ever repay you." Y/N wiped her tears.

"But I can't deal with this between all of you. I'm leaving so you can have your big ego contest."

She slid the chair back, walking to the elevator. "Y/N!" Bucky called for her but she ignored him. "Shit!" Clark curses under his breath getting up from the chair. Tony shook his head at him.

"Leave her be Clark. She probably went up to the roof or to the park for fresh air."

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Y/N sat in the chair at the airport. She was only going out of the country for a couple of days just to clear her mind. Bruce and Tony have been blowing up her phone none stop. She was tired and waiting on her flight to be called. "Ugh, I'm so tired." She mumbled rubbing her temple. She got up going to the bathroom.

It was oddly quiet until she heard panicked screams. "What?" She murmured looking over her shoulder. Parademons were everywhere. Y/N scrambled to grab her phone trying to be quiet. She slid down the wall, covering her mouth trying to contain her breathing so she wouldn't be heard. The vibration from her phone caught one of their attention and she didn't know.

Still scrambling, Y/N declined the call somehow. She knew she was fucked, tears raced down her melanin cheeks as she held her breath. The parademons appeared beside Y/N, one inspected making sure she was the right one. It snatched Y/N up and she screamed.

"CLARK!"

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The two teams were either sitting around or cleaning up. Clark stood in front of the wet dishes drying them off while Bucky cleaned them. He froze hearing Y/N scream in his ears. Diana noticed and instantly spoke up.

"What is Clark? What's wrong?"

"Y/N's been kidnapped."

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Omg, I feel like this is so weird😂😂😂. I am going to make a part 2 I just gotta think about how it's going to go. I have a busy weekend ahead so I won't update until Monday.

Yk i had to make Y/N damsel in distress 😉. Clark is her lover but Bucky does like her. This is kinda a part 2 of Vacation. I love Marvel and DC so why not put them together 😁!

I hope you guys enjoyed this weird post even though the title has nothing to do with the plot of the story, I just couldn't think of anything 😂😂.

Stay slutty my friends 💜

[mcwriting]

it's just part of the job

This is a once shot based on a request by @laurentrvn! I really loved the idea and tried to stick as closely to the prompt given, so I hope you enjoy!

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1248

Warnings: can't think of any, it's pure fluff

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You were exhausted, to be frank.

It was just past 2 a.m. in yours and Tom's London home as he prepared for a late night TV interview based in Los Angeles.

The show was taping his part at 8 p.m. their time, which converted to 3 a.m. yours during the summer months.

Normally it wouldn't have been that big of a deal.

You were so proud of Tom for his upcoming film, but you were actually in the middle of shooting your own movie in the city, something you'd been busy doing all day long.

Crazy hours are just part of the job, though.

The interview wouldn't be long, so you'd agreed to stay up with your boyfriend and make sure he was well styled so he wouldn't have to call other people to the house in those early morning hours.

Thankfully, you were going to have a two-day work break anyways as your film's scripts went through some minor rewrites.

Because of the ridiculous hour, your stomach had decided that 2 a.m. was the perfect time for a snack, so while Tom dressed you had decided to scrounge around the kitchen until you found something good.

You brewed some tea in the meanwhile, both you and Tom deciding that this wasn't an ideal time for coffee, especially considering you hadn't slept in at least 20 hours.

You walked into the bedroom, a small tray in hand with the tea and snacks stacked carefully.

"Hey I got some fruit and some cookies but let me know if- woooow..." you said, brows raised once you saw Tom's outfit in the reflection of his full-length mirror.

He'd chosen to dress in a shirt you loved, a button up with thick vertical stripes tucked into some grey slacks, an outfit which was reminiscent of 70s fashion.

You had to laugh at the fact that he was even wearing pants, though. Unfortunately he'd learned the hard way what it was like to forgo pants on a zoom meeting, so he swore to wear them for any video call from now own.

Who knew, he might even be asked about it in his interview tonight after his boxers had previously gone viral.

Tom turned and smiled at your pleased reaction, walking towards you. After you set the tray down, he snaked an arm around your waist and planted one kiss on your forehead and another to your lips.

"Think I look good, eh?"

"I'm loving the fit, but we need to put a little makeup on you," you said, shimmying from his grip and disappearing into the bathroom to find the foundation his stylist had explicitly told him to use tonight.

When you returned, he was indulging in a chocolate chip cookie, the crumbs all over his mouth.

"While you finish that, I'm going to start on your forehead," you explained as you began dabbing a beauty blender along his hairline. After a few minutes, he had an even layer painted over his face and neck.

"Am I done now? I'm supposed to log onto the call soon," he pouted.

"Almost, I just need to swipe on a little blush and neutral eyeshadow and you'll be all set," you answered, focused on picking out a blush color that would look natural on camera.

"I don't even get why I need makeup. They're going to be seeing me from my shitty computer camera and office lights. I mean look at you. You're not wearing makeup and you look great!"

You paused brushing a light rouge over one cheek to give him a half lidded look.

"Nice try, but we both know I look like I was run over with a truck," you joked.

It's not like you were even trying to sound self-deprecating, it's just that you had been awake far too long after having done a physically taxing shoot all day.

The second you'd gotten home, you'd showered and gotten rid of any trace of makeup, leaving you bare faced with damp hair that wet the collar of your old t-shirt.

"Well I think you look beautiful," Tom reiterated, kissing your forehead again as you went to grab eyeshadow.

You hummed in response and quickly brushed a light tan color over his eyelids to complete his look.

"Okay, all done. You did a good job on you hair," you commented, still instinctively reaching up to reposition a curl.

"Well that's perfect, because I need to get logged on. Why don't you relax and I'll come get you when I'm done, yeah?"

You nodded and let him go, watching him head across the hall as you sat at your vanity, sipping on the tea you'd made for yourself.

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Though it took almost 30 minutes of sound checking and ensuring a good connection, Tom's interview had only lasted about 10 minutes.

When asked about the time in London, he'd only had one answer:

"It's just part of the job"

As expected, he'd had to show off his pants and make sure everyone knew he was wearing them despite the wee morning hour. Also unsurprisingly, he'd been asked where y/n was, explaining her taxing day and praising her for helping him get ready.

Once he closed up his laptop, he got up and turned out the office light. He then untucked and unbuttoned his shirt, ready to put on some comfy clothes and get in bed.

"Hey I'm don-" he paused and stopped in the doorway, grinning.

In the 40 or so minutes since he'd left you, you'd fallen asleep with your head down on the vanity, a half-eaten cookie in hand and your hair splayed all around the desk.

"Darling, are you awake?" he asked in a whisper, his hand gently placed over your shoulder, to make sure that you weren't just resting your head.

When he got no response, he knew you were actually asleep.

Tom quickly removed his unbuttoned shirt and exchanged his slacks for sweatpants. He also haphazardly took a makeup wipe to his face, knowing that leaving makeup on his face would cause it to break out.

Once he was cleaned up, he came back into the room to take care of you, starting by removing the cookie from your hand and placing it back on the tray.

He sat you up, your head rolling backwards until his hand could catch it. Thankfully you hadn't scooted the seat forward at all, so all he had to do was hook an arm below your knees and the other around your back.

He stood with a little huff, your dead weight no match for his strength.

Though you were asleep, your head instinctively turned into his chest as he transferred you a few feet and laid you gently on the bed where he had folded back the covers.

The missing warmth of his skin awoke you as he shuffled to the other side of the bed, so you stretched and yawned.

"Sorry that I woke you love, I was trying to be gentle," he whispered, sliding onto the mattress as you rolled to face him, still exhausted.

"It's okay. How did it go?"

"Amazing of course," he punctuated the statement with a forehead kiss. "He asked what you were up to."

"Hmm. What did you say?" you asked, cozying up to Tom.

"I told him you were out partying while I worked all day, as usual," he joked.

You snorted, not having the energy to fully laugh at his joke.

"It's just part of the job," you retorted. You were starting to slip away again.

"G'night, Tom. Love you," you slurred hazily.

"Good night, darling. I love you, too."

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A/N: Ugh this was so cute are you kidding me??? Pretty much all the credit goes to @laurentrvn like I said before. I was given pretty much the backbone of this fic and just filled in the missing pieces, so I hope it's what you were imagining with this!

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