#the apartment i live in sucks but i got nowhere else to go so LETS TRY THIS FROM NOW ON

[stardustswirldreams]

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Libertine 10 | JJK

Libertines put value on physical pleasures, meaning those experienced through the senses.

❧ Series Masterlist ❧

⏤summary ❧ He has a reputation for being the most promiscuous man on campus, and you, well, you are basically him in women’s pants. It will be the very first time that Jungkook is faced with someone who is gonna make him question his feelings and actions.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ f*boy jungkook x f*girl female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, smut, angst, slow burn, teasing and lots of sexual tension.

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language, NSFW🔞

❧ banner by: @dojakoo ❧

A few minutes later after leaving you astonished at the entrance of your building, Jungkook went straight to Taehyung’s apartment. He didn’t know what else to do so he texted him on the way there with a single line.

“I need to talk to you.”

Jungkook being the idiot he is, instantly regretted the way he treated you. He went all the way to Taehyung's cursing himself and his jealousy. The normal process should be to apologize to people when you hurt them but no, oh no, Jungkook’s brain never seemed to work at the same pace that everyone’s else did.

Even if he wanted to apologize, he didn’t know where to start. So here he was, sitting on Taehyung’s couch. His friend was on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed while giving him a questionable look as he finished telling the story about what had happened just a few minutes ago with you.

“So, let me get this straight, you’re saying that you were hooking up with someone else.” Started Taehyung trying to find some logic in Jungkook’s previous actions.

“No.” The youngest cringed “We didn’t get to the hooking up part.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and corrected himself. “Okay, okay. You were about to hook up with some random girl, sounds better?”

“I guess.”

“Okay, so Y/N, out of nowhere, called you to hang out sounding weird, at least according to you. Which by the way, let me point this out, she never did that before.” Said Taehyung as Jungkook just nodded his head in silence. “And while you were on the phone, this random girl literally moaned, and of course, unless Y/N is deaf, we can guess that she heard it. Did I get that right?”

Jungkook sighed in frustration. “Yes”

“So, you went to check up on her and when you got to her apartment, she was just talking with some dude you don’t even know, and you had a tantrum as if you were her boyfriend whilst your neck was looking like that?” Taehyung said pointing with his finger to Jungkook’s neck.

Furrowing his brows Jungkook looked at his friend with confusion all over his face. “Huh? My neck? What are you talking about, hyung?”

He was unbelievable.

“Dude, are you for real? Look at yourself in the mirror, please.”

Jungkook traveled a few steps from the couch to the wall mirror in the living room and took a quick look at his own reflection.

Oh, no.

His eyes widened at the image in front of him. His neck was full of purple marks. Very much clear marks. He was so blinded as soon as he got your phone call that didn’t even remember that the girl in his car had sucked his neck like a leech.

Even if by some kind of miracle, you were momentarily deaf and didn’t hear the moaning while you were on the phone with him, you clearly weren’t blind and saw his neck full of hickeys. And you could only assume what had transpired with that girl.

Jungkook groaned at the frustration while saying “Fuck me.”

“You’re an idiot, Jungkook” Taehyung sighed making a few seconds pause before continuing “From what I’m hearing, she probably was going through something when she reached out to you, and you acted like an entitled asshole. You don’t even have the right to be mad. If anything, you should be thankful because she didn’t even react to the moaning or the hickeys.”

“If she didn’t react maybe she just doesn’t care about me.” Responded Jungkook almost in a whisper, sounding even sad because you didn’t react to any of it.

Is he an idiot?

“Sure, that totally makes sense. She thought of you instead of any other person when she clearly had some kind of issue, but yeah, I’m sure she doesn’t care about you at all.” Said Taehyung with the most ironic tone possible.

His friend was right about that. Ugh, now Jungkook felt anxious to know what had happen that you felt the need to call him. You already had opened up to him about your dad and it felt like you were getting closer to him, and he just went straight to fuck up everything with his unhealthy way of dealing with his feelings.

“Fuck fuck fuck. What am I going to do?”

Taehyung was surprised to see the desperation in his friend. If it were Seulgi or any other girl who they’ll be talking about, Jungkook would probably be laughing right now thinking about how bold he was to show up to his hook up all marked by another random girl. Well, to be honest, Jungkook wouldn’t have cared if Seulgi called him, he would just kept hooking up with that random girl.

But no, this time around, they were talking about you. Taehyung could see real desperation in those big doe eyes.

And even he’s friends’ with Jungkook, you’d started to feel like a friend too, he liked having you around. By now, you had hung out a few times with him and Anyra and he could see that underneath the fuck girl persona that everyone knew over the campus there was an amazing cool girl.

Just like Jungkook, underneath all those layers of alleged indifference, there was someone valuable, someone that actually cared a lot about their inner circle.

Taehyung was in some way angry at his friend. He was being an asshole to you. Even if it wasn’t intentionally. If it were any other girl, he wouldn’t be surprised. After all it is Jungkook’s usual modus operandi with women.

The thing is, at least for Taehyung who knew him very well, Jungkook had already being too obvious about you. You were not like any other girl to him, even if he didn’t show it with his stupid actions. That’s why Taehyung started to feel angry towards the youngest.

His filter went out of the window when he responded to Jungkook. “I don’t know but if I were her, I wouldn’t talk to you again.”

Ouch.

Jungkook gasped. “Wow, you really are a great friend.”

“I know I am.” said Taehyung giggling.

Jungkook glared at him in silence. He couldn’t laugh at this. Not when you were probably already hating him.

Fuck, since when does he cares about someone hating him?

“You should know by now that being your friend means that I’ll be honest with you no matter what. I’m not gonna pamper you when you clearly fucked up. Plus, I like Y/N. She’s cool.”

Yeah, she definitely is, thought Jungkook.

As he plopped himself again on the couch with his hands over his head Jungkook said “Ugh. hyung, please. I don’t know how to fix this. What should I do?”

It was stupidly simple. It started with two words. 

Sighing and almost not believing how clueless Jungkook was when it came to human interactions Taehyung asked, “What do you want to do, Kook?”

“Because even for me that I’ve been your friend for years, you’re confusing as fuck.”

And that was a good question that left Jungkook thinking. What did he want?

There you were. Beautiful as always.

It was a few days later, almost a week had passed by since Jungkook last saw and talked to you.

Sitting in a bench at the end of the corridor, that feeling of superiority surrounding yourself as usual. Legs crossed, hands by your sides; a little smirk appeared on your lips once your sharp gaze fixed in Jungkook’s face.

You could see he was clearly surprised to see you there.

After days of silence and avoidance from both sides, he didn’t expect for you to be there. He couldn’t quite pin if you were mad, hurt or both and it was scary as hell. Whatever you were feeling, you were pretty good disguising it with your usual facade.

The only thing he could sense is that you went back to the old Y/N, the one that puzzled him every single time he interacted with you.

“Don’t fuck up” Taehyung’s voice in a whisper cut Jungkook’s train of thoughts as they both were approaching you.

“Hey Y/N” said Taehyung as he passed by waving his hand to you.

“Hi Tae Tae” You waved back giving him a little smile.

Tae Tae? Since when did you two got so close that you are calling him nicknames?

As Jungkook finally was in front of you, he talked almost in a whisper. “Hey”

“Hey” The cold tone with which you replied didn’t escape Jungkook’s ears neither the way you seemed to look at him with the same indifference you did when you first met. “May I have a few words with you?”

Okay. You probably are about to tell him to go fuck himself. Or maybe you want to patch things up, although he should be the one to say sorry first. Why does he have to be this coward? He should’ve been the first one to approach, not you.

Seeing that Jungkook was muted and spacing out, you decided to talk again.

“It’ll be just a few minutes, I’m not gonna take much of your time.”

He wanted to tell you that you could take all of his time whenever you wanted, but for some reason he just nodded and followed you from behind like a puppy while you started to walk towards a corridor that could give you two a little more privacy.

As he walked behind you, he could feel the trails of your scent that were being left behind. Oh, how much he’d missed it.

Suddenly, you stop your tracks and Jungkook mimics you. You turn around looking him straight to his eyes. He gulps at how beautiful you look. Always so ridiculously beautiful.

He wonders if you are even aware of how gorgeous you look. You probably do, how could you not?

“Okay, I'll go straight to the point” you said as you looked as if you were gathering your thoughts. “About what you said last time, I may be just a good fuck, but I know at least I’m not a hypocrite.”

Oh fuck. That's not what I think of you, I was just angry. That's what Jungkook had in his mind, but of course, he didn't dare to open his mouth. He just let you do the talking.

“Let me be clear with this.” You said as you took a step closer to him, making him even more nervous with your stern gaze. “You are free to do whatever the fuck you want with whoever you want to, as well as I am. I’m not gonna take any bullshit from you or anyone. I mean, you even had the audacity to act all jealousy while you were the one covered in hickeys, and right after I’d heard a girl moaning through the phone when I called you.”

God. So, you heard the moaning. And you did notice his neck covered in hickeys. That's phenomenal, Jungkook thought.

“Y/N, I’m s-” He was cut off by your hand in front of his face.

“No.”

“What?”

“Don’t even dare to say you’re sorry now. If it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t even be talking. You had plenty of time to be sorry, I think I gave you enough space for you to do that. You are a big boy; you should know by now when to say sorry.”

Those big sad puppy eyes he gave you almost made you give in for a moment.

But you had to do this. This went too far already. You know you’re a valuable person, that’s what you’ve been trying to be with him – at least these past weeks when you started to get closer - and you’re not going to lower to anyone who tries to convince you otherwise, even though you’re pretty sure that everything he said to you last time you talked, were being said in the heat of the moment.

You are certain that he’s not a bad guy, he’s just an idiot sometimes.

But as you said before, you gave him space. Almost a week. You gave him enough time to fix things between you two and he didn't do anything. Not a thing.

Little did you know, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to. But because he was trying to gather his balls once and for all and apologize properly, he didn’t want to fuck up this time. He planned to apologize this week no matter what, but of course, you were not a mind reader and for you, his silence during this whole week only showed indifference which it kind of hurt you even more.

“Look.” You sighed before continuing “I don’t particularly enjoy ending things in bad terms.”

Ending? Jungkook started panicking at your words.

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you first.” You said gesturing with your hands between you two “To give whatever this was, a nice proper closing since we’ll probably keep seeing each other’s faces from time to time.”

That’s when Jungkook felt all the air was being sucked from his lungs. Suddenly he seemed to gather some courage and started talking.

“Y/N, isn't this too much? Can't we talk about this at least?”

Don’t make this any harder, was all you could think of at that moment.

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I just know that you were extremely rude with me, and you didn't even have the decency to apologize.”

“Please, just-” You cut him off again.

“No. You hurt me. You are clearly too used to girls running after you, but I’ve told you this before and I’ll say it again, I’m not gonna run after you.”

He knew that. You were too good for him after all.

“And honestly, if you think I'm just a good fuck, I don't think it will change much for you ending this thing between us.”

For a moment he thought he saw in your eyes hurt, he felt awful.

No, you’re not just a good fuck.

He wanted to say that. He wanted to say so many things. He wanted to hug you and say that he is sorry, that he wanted to reach out so many times during these past few days, but he was afraid, he didn't know how to approach.

He never had to do this before. He never cared enough. He didn't know how to deal with these kinds of situations or his feelings. He was a coward.

You in the other hand, just wanted to get over with this because if you kept looking at those big puppy eyes for one more second, you knew you'd gave in and end up kissing him.

It was always like this between you two. One minute you were getting along and the next you were barking up a storm. Maybe, it was like a little game to you both. You’d fight, then make up.

The game was fun – until it wasn’t anymore - and it seemed to be all you’ve known since you two first met.

Your stomach was twisting in ways that you hadn't felt before. You decided to ignore it and make one last effort to end this the best way you could.

“Well, I've said everything I wanted to say.” You said as you straighten up your posture and tried to sound as unaffected as possible. “It was a pleasure, Jeon. Quite literally.” You said as you lightly chuckled and then leaned in to give Jungkook one last peck on his left cheek.

Why did all of this feel so wrong?

You turned around not wanting to wait for his response and walked away, leaving a spaced out Jungkook standing all alone in that corridor while he kept his hand placed where you last kissed him.

“I'm an idiot.” He said almost in a whisper. But you weren’t there anymore to hear him saying it.

“You coming tonight?” You hear a male voice from behind you, startling you. A second ago, you were all alone in the library searching a book for one of your exams and out of the sudden someone’s by your side.

You quickly turn around to see a smiling Taehyung. 

“Gosh, Tae. You scared me.” You said with your hand placed on your chest trying to calm your nerves. “At least say hi first.”

Taehyung giggled. “Hi, Y/N. Are you coming tonight?”

“You’re so weird” You sighed. “Where?” 

“Duh, to Jin’s party of course.” He reminded to you. 

Fuck, you had completely forgotten about that. Jungkook had definitely invited you.

Of course, that was at some point when you were in good terms. Not that you are in bad terms now, at least you don’t think so after the last talk you two had but it might be still a little bit awkward to see him again this soon.

Although you do miss his stupid face. Ugh, it’s frustrating.

You were unaware that Jungkook had actually begged Taehyung earlier to remind you about the party tonight and also convince you to go.

“No way. I’m not meddling between you two, Kook.” Said Taehyung as he finished eating the pizza that Jungkook so generously bought him out of nowhere.

Now he understood why he bought it in the first place.

“Hyung, please. You’re not meddling. You just have to tell Y/N to come to the party.”

Taehyung groaned in frustration knowing very well that Jungkook wasn’t gonna back off unless he said yes. “Fine. But you better fix everything tonight because I’m not doing this again.”

 “That’s the idea.” Said Jungkook as he gave his friend a triumphant smile.

So, Taehyung’s mission here was clear. He couldn’t take a no for an answer, that’s why he wasn’t expecting your next response.

“Mm, I don’t think so. I don’t have an outfit. Plus, I should probably be studying.” You excused yourself knowing damn well you had the time to spare, since you already delivered your pending essays, while you kept seeking for the book you needed.

Taehyung made a sound of complaint, before slightly hitting your head with the first book he saw. “Hey! Tae, what the fuck?!”

“Studying is for losers. Midterms aren’t even until next week! Plus, everyone’s going tonight.” He took a pause before he whispered, “Even your boyfriend, Jungkookie.”

He winked before you grabbed the book whacking him back. “You know damn well he is not my boyfriend, and you still sleep with a fucking night light. Talk to me nicely.”

“How the hell do you know that? Did Anyra tell you? It was only one time!” He defended himself. “We had just finished watching a scary movie. What else did you expect from me, lady?” 

Anyra did tell you about it and you knew that the truth was far from that. You giggled. “Sure, whatever you say, Taehyungie.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” He continued to pressure you regardless. “Who else will accompany me to down five shots in the span of a minute?”

“No one?! That’s insane, Taehyung.”

“We’ve done it before, at my party! Now you’re just shaming me.” He mumbled in disappointment. “Whatever, stay here then. I’ll be downing my tenth shot by the time you realize the mistake you committed by staying behind.” 

You shook your head smiling to yourself. You’d learned pretty quickly that Taehyung could be so stubborn at times.

In all honesty, sometimes you needed spontaneous night outs, and he was the perfect person to do almost anything chaotic and stupid with, but tonight was not the night.

Midterms were coming in soon, you needed to stay focused - or maybe you simply didn't want to bump into Jungkook and possibly see him in the arms of someone else for the night - but Taehyung didn’t need to know all that. 

“Sure Tae, have fun. Let me know how it goes.” 

He hummed. “See you loser.”

“Byeeee!” You shouted, watching him storm out the room and maybe you would. No, you will for sure - regret staying home, but only time would tell.

And you in fact did regret staying home. 

So much so, that you had put on the first top and skirt you saw within your closet that fits you best and nearly sprinted to the party. You weren’t there to impress anyone, but you did need to at least look presentable - enough to possibly be fucked mid-party.

Well, no, maybe you were there to impress a certain someone, but any extra attractions were a plus.

You were there for a good time; you could use some distraction from college or the image of Jungkook’s sad doe eyes last time you saw him.

It was so hard for you to cope with your feelings. You ended things with Jungkook because you thought it was the best for you, but you've been hesitating non-stop about it. You hate how much it affects you, it's not the first time you end things with someone, but it is the first time that you feel some kind of regret.

But you shouldn't, no... you shouldn't.

“Y/N! You made it!” Jin tugged you in for a hug, a wide smile plastered on his face. “The boys will be so happy to see you!”

You smiled into his hug. “I’m happy to be here, Jinnie! I’ll go find them. You enjoy your party!” 

He nodded, letting you go, waving a final goodbye as he disappeared into the crowd. The party was much bigger than you anticipated. Everyone was grinding on each other clearly already so fucked out of their own minds.

A lot of regrets were going to happen tonight definitely, you just hoped you weren’t a part of them. 

“Y/NNNNN!” Taehyung sang into your ear, as he pulled you in for a bear hug. “You came!!!”

You giggled, hugging him back tightly. “I did. You…look already very happy!” In other words, Taehyung was completely wasted, explaining his huge smile. “Bet you won’t be happy in the morning though; I promise you that—” 

He cut you off with a hand in front of your face. “Don’t ruin my good time. I knew you would make it. How could you miss this after all?” Taehyung put on an ‘I told you so’ face and he was right.

“Yeah, I know I couldn’t stay away, unfortunately.” You sighed, crossing your arms. “Where are the other boys anyways?”

Taehyung squinted his eyes, clearly up to no good in that round head of his. “You mean… Jungkookieee?” 

“No.” Definitely lying, but you couldn’t let him know that. “I mean the other- other boys. Like Yoongi.” 

Jungkook was so bummed when his friend told him that he couldn’t convince you to go to the party, he’d expected for you to go and talk things through in a more chill environment like this one.

Taehyung could see you were lying from a mile away, you clearly wanted to see Jungkook too. So stubborn, you two were really for each other, he thought.

He smirked. “Sure! Jungkook is around the corner, I saw him head over there earlier. Now if you excuse me, I have business to attend. Anyra is across the pool, and she has been eyeing me since she got here. I think she wants a piece of this handsome face again.” 

Your face turned to disgust. “Yup. Let’s never say things like that ever again. Now bye.”

You didn’t admit it but, you were totally looking for Jungkook. There was no need to say it aloud, Taehyung knew that very well. 

The entire time you had been - attempting and failed to – studying that day, Jungkook was all you could think of.

That and his usual stupid flirty behavior towards you. You missed it.

Were you too harsh when you last talked to him? Was it a mistake to end everything?

But then again, this game you guys were playing was getting old, it was just a matter of time before you both crashed and burned.

Jungkook was exactly where Taehyung had pointed, he was, except he was with a girl. The same girl you had seen him around so many times before you started this whole thing between you two. Seulgi.

Jungkook was fresh off being ‘dumped’ by you, if that’s what you call it when you end a relationship that you’re trying to pretend is just a casual friend with benefits thing.

Whatever you call it; it had happened less than 72 hours ago and from the looks of it; Jungkook and Seulgi were already rekindling things.

That stupid scene hurt you in more ways than one.

You couldn’t help, but to feel jealous. You didn’t want to care, you ended things with him, he could do whatever he wanted to, you were clear with that, but you couldn’t take your eyes of those two.

That obnoxious girl was sitting so close to him talking about who knows what. In all honesty you could see he didn’t seem so interested, avoiding all eye contact with her, but still he paid enough attention. 

“Y/N!” Your attention turned to the person who called your name. You smiled as you saw that it was none other than Mingyu. “You’re here too!”

“Mingyu hi! Yeah, guess I am!” He surprised you as he wrapped his arms around your waist lifting you up into a warm hug.

Every time you saw this guy, he had always treated you so well, he was exactly like his scent, so sweet and pretty. 

“You know Jin too?” You asked him curiously. Mingyu nodded, placing you back down carefully. 

“Well, yes and no. He is friends with my best friend over there.” He said pointing to a guy in a corner who was gulping down what it seemed to be a tequila shot.

“Oh, wow, it’s definitely a small world. So, are you having fun so far?”

“Always.” He said as he smiled. “What do you say? Wanna dance?” He held out a hand, kind eyes. 

You looked past his shoulder, Jungkook had noticed you the minute Mingyu decided to yell your name across the room, he didn’t look happy, not in the slightest.

He was surprised and insanely happy to see you there but then the surprise and happiness turned into anger and jealousy when he saw who you were with.

This was your chance. Your chance to be petty of course.

“I’d love to!” You said without hesitation. 

There was never a time where you didn’t have a good time with Mingyu, especially when dancing. That reminded you to the night you ended up sleeping together, you remembered that before ending the night in your apartment you had danced with him for a long ass time.

He was never too handsy, never missed a single beat, always led well. But he was also a natural flirt, and you weren’t one to reject a playful endeavor.

“What a dream.” Mingyu whispered against your ear, hands still laid carefully against your back. “Dancing is always so much fun with you.”

You smiled, swaying your hips to the beat as you flirtatiously said, “This kinda feels like a déjà vu to me.” 

He smiled in return, keeping up with your pace. “Your friend from the other day is staring.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?” 

Mingyu flipped you around, your back was now against his front. “Look.”

Oh. That friend.

Jungkook was staring and he was staring hard. He did not look one bit happy, nothing about his expression screamed content. He noticed your attention on him, but he didn’t dare drop eye contact.

Instead, he decided to be even more petty than you and brought Seulgi against him, whispering something unknown against her ear. She smiled, tilting her head, her arms traveled up his chest leaning into him, but his eyes stayed on you. 

He knew you were trying to get back at him. And God knows he knew damn well how to be petty. You are not the one to talk either.

You wanna play, Jeon Jungkook? The game begins now.  

You dropped eye contact first, forcing yourself to focus only on Mingyu even though all your mind was replaying nonstop was Jungkook’s face. You could feel your ass pressed harder against Mingyu as the beat sped up. Your arms traveled up finding the back of his head, he tilted slightly brushing his soft lips against your neck. “I think you’re going to get me in trouble, sweetie.”

The situation was different now. You didn't think Jungkook even cared. It must had been something with his ego that was making him angry to see you with another guy that wasn’t him. There was no way he cared about you.

If only you knew what was going on in Jungkook’s mind at that exact moment.

You, like Jungkook, were popular – even though you preferred having a low profile -, everyone who knew you liked you, and, in more than one occasion, he had clearly heard that, apparently, everyone wanted to fuck you. Even females.

He absolutely agreed; after all, you were funny, smart, full of fire and absolutely gorgeous to the point one can’t look away when you’re in the same room as he was doing at that moment.

He was very much aware of the fact that the short little piece of chaos that he was staring at was not his girlfriend and, therefore, you could do whatever you want with whoever you want, and that was what had been eating him alive for the last few days since you ended things with him.

“Who fucking cares?” You whimpered, feeling Mingyu drop a kiss right below your ear. He opened his mouth barely and his teeth came in contact next. He licked before he sucked gently. You knew he was leaving a mark, but you didn’t even care at that moment. 

Your hooded eyes locked with Jungkook’s, but it didn’t last long. Mingyu pulled away from your neck too suddenly. “From the looks of it, your friend cares.”

He came closer with his head tilted, whispering in your ear. “I don’t mind giving you a hand if you wanna make him jealous.”

You chuckled at the mischievousness that Mingyu’s words implied. “What a gentleman. But that sounds too petty for me.”

Liar. You were already trying to make him jealous.

He smiled and leaned down slightly, the angle making him look big, intimidating. “Well, you can think of it as taking out your frustrations on me. You seem to be too stressed lately and I wouldn’t mind. Not at all.”

Hot. This guy is so fucking hot. You would be riding him by now if it weren’t for Jungkook’s hard gaze on you. He was screwing with your head. Maybe Mingyu was a good distraction for you. If you were here with Joy and Jihyo you know they would totally encourage you to enjoy yourself with him.

After all, you and Jungkook are no longer a thing. Well, you never were, did you?

You scoffed, and smiled wide, flashing straight teeth as you said, “I might take your offer.” Then you shrugged. “We’ll see how the night goes.”

It was fine. Truly.

You weren’t together. You weren’t anything more than friends? Who occasionally happened to find their way into each other’s bed. Only when you were stressed, or it’s been a tough week. Sometimes you’d use it as a chance to let off steam before a big exam, or just when you were lonely, when your friends were out and about in your college town but neither of you had a desire to join them.

It was the perfect arrangement really. Well, not arrangement because you never really stated anything about this, but it was always implicit for you. ‘Friends’ that helped each other out, scratching an itch. Simple, no strings attached. A buddy you could get your jollies off with and then go grab a burger together without it being a big deal.

That’s what you had with one another. 

So, there was absolutely no reason for you to feel a gnawing heat in your belly, eating away at the lining of your stomach, causing your insides to churn as Jungkook casually brushed a lock of long, dark curls over Seulgi’s shoulder, fingers skimming down the bare skin of the woman’s bicep as he grinned at her in that way that made his dimples crease in his cheeks.

Your smile, dammit.

Except it wasn’t. You didn’t own that. He is perfectly free to give it to whomever he wished. The thought didn’t comfort you whatsoever. Not while you were still dancing with Mingyu and watching Jungkook flirt with another girl.

Suddenly, it was too much. The people, the noise, those dark brown eyes that winked at you from across the room when Jungkook caught your eyes on him. It was all wrong.

“Did you mean what you said before?” You asked, fixing Mingyu with a look he couldn’t quite discern.

You should kick yourself for letting your emotions get the best of you. This didn’t happen before Jungkook came into your life. If you ever saw a guy that you slept with, being with another girl you would brush it off and move on to the next guy in line. You wouldn’t give two fucks.

“Which part?” Mingyu returned while studying your pretty face with interest.

“About taking out my frustrations on you?” You replied vaguely in return.

“You want to yell or hit me after we had such a great time dancing?” He asked, feigning offense, but smirking anyway.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Not quite.” Your eyes flicking to his. “I had something else in mind.” You added shameless, taking a tentative step towards him and hoping the look on your face and vagueness of your words have been suggestive enough for him to get the point. 

There was something akin to desire in his eyes when you took another step, one that closed most of the space between you. He made his own move forward, eliminating the rest and conveying his consent, which was all the motivation you needed to rise up on your tiptoes, grab a fistful of his shirt, and press your lips to his.

It was vastly different from kissing Jungkook, which had still made you feel worried and self-conscious that you might mess things up each time. With Mingyu there was really nothing to lose so you kissed him with a reckless abandon of inhibitions you could never be capable of with Jungkook.

When it came to Jeon Jungkook, there were too many feelings involved, good and bad, too much intimacy.

With Mingyu it was a blank slate, for the most part, which is much easier to work with as far as escaping reality went than hooking up with a man that you’d shared too much of your personal life in a short period of time, things that you didn’t usually share with anyone. 

Mingyu was a decidedly good kisser, which was no surprise. But there was an almost smugness you felt radiating off of him when you left out a soft moan of pleasure against his lips as his fingers squeezed your hips roughly whilst his other hand stroked up and down your back, warm and heavy. He knew he was talented, of course, and he was not even remotely shy about making that known.

“We shouldn’t do this here, gorgeous” He stated, breathless in his own right after a few all-consuming moments of letting his lips devour yours wantonly.

You left out a frustrated huff, both at the statement and the break in the passionate series of kisses you’d been sharing that had been doing a world of good relieving the frustrations and stress that had been so overwhelming for you in the moments before.

You know that it’s true, what he’d said. Thankfully, you weren’t lost in your thoughts long as he started talking again. “We could go upstairs, if you want.” He said, not a hint of shyness in his words.

“Sure, let's do that.” You said in immediate agreement, disentangling yourself from him and heading upstairs.

As soon as Jungkook saw you and Mingyu kissing and then going upstairs, he got up from his seat consumed in rage and said, “Fuck this, I’m getting the fuck out of here.”

Before Seulgi had a chance to say anything, Jungkook was darting his way out of the room, beelining down the hall and weaving through people until he reached the backdoor.

It was just as lively out there, people set up playing beer pong and a few smoking beside the hedges, laughing together, but at least there wasn’t the suffocating, overheated atmosphere of too many bodies crammed into one room. And the music was blessedly muted out there.

Maybe he could breathe for a few minutes, get himself back under control. Maybe he should just go home, he thought absently. And with that he just got onto his car and went straight home, trying not to think anymore of you and Mingyu, and failing miserably every time.

Going to that party had been a mistake.

Seulgi on the other hand, wasn’t even surprised. She had seen how hard he was staring at you before you went upstairs, one of his veins at his neck was about to pop anytime soon. She also knew Jungkook was just using her to make you jealous, but as long as she got some action she didn’t care. And now she was left high and dry.

She would have to look for another guy to screw with, what a waste of time.

“You want something to drink first?” Asked Mingyu, watching lingeringly as you walked up the stairs.

“No, I’d rather just…” You bit your lip and shrugged, your eyes casting to his, not bothering to feel embarrassed by the implied forwardness of your half-statement.

Now that you weren’t being disoriented by strobe lights, on the corner of a dark room, he really took in just how hot you looked with the clothing you were wearing. Just the sight of you like that was such a turn on, your curves were more than just a little enticing.

He couldn’t wait to have you again. He didn’t even care if you were hung up on the guy that was staring at you downstairs because Mingyu could clearly see that you were affected by Jungkook. But tonight, you were his again and he wanted to be inside you no matter what.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing at your words. It didn’t take any further convincing for him to comply, tucking his hand into yours and leading you towards the first bedroom in sight.

The room you got in had a design theme of all dark colors and sharp angles. There was a king size bed adorned in all black and you found it made neatly.

“So, what exactly do you have in mi-” Mingyu couldn’t finish his question, because your lips were pressed to his again with the same passion as before, as if unpausing a movie you’d put on hold for the ride upstairs.

His hands started at your face, cupping your cheeks as he kissed you back until moving them to grasp the backs of your thighs and urged your legs to leave the ground in favor of wrapping around his waist.

He started pressing you gently into the mattress as his body came down heavily over yours. His lips start their southern descent, trailing down between your breasts and over your bare stomach as your body writhed under his with the pleasure elicited from such actions. 

“Mingyu, you don’t have to– oh ,” Your sentence faded off into a moan as he dipped his face between your legs, his tongue swiping over already apparent arousal as his nose bumped up against your most sensitive area. All this, and he hadn’t so much as removed your panties yet.

“Stop talking now, Y/N” He muttered against your thigh before resuming his action, using his tongue to work you up appropriately.

Fuck. He sounded hot.

If this were Jungkook, you’d be almost embarrassed at how fast he’s able to make you cum. At the graceless moans that had fallen from your lips as your hips had bucked up wildly from under the strength of his restraint. But this was Mingyu, and you weren’t thinking about much of anything besides your immediate pleasure. Well, that… and Jungkook.

You quickly brushed him off and concentrated on reaching your orgasm as you felt Mingyu’s tongue rapidly licking and sucking your clit. A minute and few moans later and you were releasing your juices, pleasure running all over your body.

You were not sure you loved the satisfied smile Mingyu was wearing, clearly proud at how fast he had made you come undone. “We can stop there, if you want, gorgeous.” He said sweetly.

This time, Jungkook was the furthest thing from your mind, lust clouting all of your inner thoughts. “Just fuck me already, Mingyu.” You said with uncharacteristic grit, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you looked at him with your pupils fully blown.

He actually groaned because hearing you say that sentence with his name tacked onto the end just did something to him that he wasn’t quite expecting. 

He slipped back up your body, his lips pressing to yours with the taste of you still on them. His hand moved to where his mouth had just been and you arched your back, rising up into his touch desirously. “How do you want it?” He asked, his mouth on your neck now, his tongue swirled against your skin as he sucked lightly but not enough to leave a mark. 

“I don’t care.” You said, breathless as you squeezed your eyes shut, squirming underneath his ministrations, craving more from him in an unabashed way.

“Well, I do.” He said pointedly, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone with greater affection than you expected. “Now tell me again, Y/N” He dragged his lips down from your neck to the valley between your breasts, nuzzling his nose against your flesh. His hands slipped up your back and under the small fabric of your top. “How do you want it?” He repeated the question, his breath ghosting over your skin.

You had a default answer, you thought. Typically, you liked it on top, because you enjoyed having control. But at that moment, you felt like being powerless to someone else and somehow you also felt safe letting that person be Mingyu.

You slid your hand down his torso until you could feel his hardness strained against the confines of his zipped-up jeans. You bit your lip at the way it spanned most of your palm, you remembered how big he was. Not as big as Jungkook, but big enough to make you cum.

“Hard,” You admitted without shyness, the double intender not lost on you. “...and rough.” You added, rolling over and rising up onto your knees, pulling your top off and letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck. Is that really what you like or just what you think you deserve?” He asked a question that felt more loaded and accusatory than maybe he meant for it to. But he trailed his hand from your shoulder down your spine to settle on your hip anyway, his lips following the same path briefly, as he ridded you of the rest of your clothes and his quickly followed suit.

Suddenly, you felt the sound of something near you vibrating. What was that? A phone?

“Hey,” You said through gritted teeth, your annoyance increasing slightly at the sound of it while he was flicking a condom wrapper to the floor, pressing himself against you wantonly. “I-I think your phone is vibrating.” You whined.

“It probably can wait,” He said, laughing gently at your eagerness, but not at your expense. His fingers slipped teasingly to where his tongue had already tipped you over the precipice of pleasure with minimal effort. They were thick and wide, and two of them working together almost felt like he was giving you what you wanted if you closed your eyes.

That was until he really gave you what you wanted, and you realized just how incomparable the real thing is to those skillful fingers of his. You gasped at the fullness. It took a few long moments before the pressure faded into pleasure instead and you felt his hand slip over your breast and up towards your throat. 

Now this is the type of escape you really needed. It was mindless, the way you’d lost yourself to the pleasure his rocking, vigorously paced hips provided you while his thumb traced patternless circles between your legs. Your mind finally achieved an escape from all of the hurtful things that these past few days usually plagued your thoughts.

When your second orgasm of the night hit you and Mingyu finally released his seeds on the condom, you were left with nothing there, not even the anxiety to feel self-conscious about the way he made you moan loudly or beg him for more.

A few minutes later, you were both putting your clothes on again with silly smiles on your faces.

As soon as he finished putting his jeans again, with his chest on display for you to admire, he took a step towards you and cupped your face giving you a long kiss that almost made you undress him again. If it weren’t for his phone that was vibrating on his pocket, you probably would have.

He stopped the kiss and groaned. “Sorry, I should probably take that now.”

You giggled at his annoyed looks. “Yeah, go ahead.”

Based on the conversation he had with whoever called him, you realized it was probably one of his friends and Mingyu didn’t seem to be so happy when he finished talking over the phone.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I have to leave, apparently my idiot best friend is completely wasted, and we came with my car, so I have to drive him home.”

“No worries. Thanks for helping to relieve my stress.” You said with a teasing smile.

Mingyu chuckled as he put his shirt on. “My pleasure. You know we can repeat it whenever you want to.”

You nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind”

He kissed you one last time and said “See you, Y/N.”

“See you, Mingyu.”

He waved you from the door and closed it as he left to let you finish cleaning up yourself. You were finishing putting your boots while sitting on the bed when the sound of the door opening made you giggle.

“Did you forget something, Min-“ You cut your own words and your smile dropped as soon as you turned around and saw someone that was not Mingyu standing there.  

It was a guy you recognized seeing around campus, you had bumped into him a few times when you were going to classes or at the library. You usually don’t remember people’s faces that easily but there was something on his gaze that always unsettled you, he was creepy to say the least. He never talked to you but every time you saw him, he was either looking at you or near your classrooms which you thought it was because he had classes over there too but no.

The guy entered the room, closing the door behind him alarming you instantly.

 You got up from the bed immediately with arms crossed, trying to look as unaffected as possible. “Ah. Excuse me. Who are you?”

The creep smirked and chuckled making you feel goosebumps on your skin, not the good ones.

You were fucked.

Hoseok was trying to decide if he wanted to open a third beer or just head to bed for the night when his phone rang. Groaning to himself, he fumbled in his pocket for the device.

Without even looking at the ID, he answered the phone. “Yes?”

“H-hobi?”

His bright usual persona raised immediately as he recognized the voice on the other end of the line. “Oh, hey darling, what’s up?”

“Hobi, I know it’s late but I-I…”

Something was off. Your voice was shaky with a definite huskiness that wasn’t usually present, and he could hear the tears threatening to fall with every word. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I was at this p-party I went and…This guy, he-he cornered me-” Hobi’s blood ran cold “-and, uh, can you ju-just please come get me?”

“Are you hurt? What did he do to you?”

A massive sob was your only response.

Trying to keep his voice calm and level, he asked, “Where are you?”

“I ran off. I’m in the a-alley across from the li-library” you said between hiccupy cries.

“I’ll be right there.” Hobi paused, his voice softening slightly. “And hey, it’s gonna be okay, do you hear me? I want you to stay on the phone with me until I can get there. You don’t have to say anything, but I want to make sure I’m here if you need me. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

Hoseok tore through another red light as he sped across town trying to get to you. Since he had left his apartment, you hadn’t said a word over the phone but every once and a while he could hear a soft sniffle or stifled sob from your end and the sounds felt like a dagger to his heart.

Jung Hoseok. The two of you had become fast friends ever since the night he had met you at the bar where you used to hang out with Joy and Jihyo.

Jihyo would constantly talk about his classmate who also became her close friend and she had described him as someone who was always friendly and easygoing and that was certainly accurate as he had easily managed to break down the walls you normally built up around new people.

And soon, your chats at the bar grew into coffees before classes at the campus, which soon became watching movies on his or your couch while eating take-out on your days off.

He felt like a brother to you.

You didn’t have many friends outside of Joy and Jihyo. Or at least not the kind you could hang out with outside the prison walls of college. So, it was nice to have someone like him in your life.

As Hoseok pulled into the empty library parking lot and hurried across the street, he saw you almost immediately. Leaning up against the wall, you had your legs pulled tightly against your chest and your face buried in your knees. As you heard him approach, you sunk even deeper into yourself as if you were trying to disappear completely.

Slowing to a stop, Hoseok crouched down a few feet away from you. Calling out softly, he said, “Y/N, it’s just me. You have nothing to be afraid of anymore.”

You relaxed slightly, the tension easing out of your shoulders, but you still hid your face. “It’s okay, darling. No one will hurt you again, not while I’m around. I swear, but please can you let me see what happened? I need to see how bad it is.”

It took almost a full minute, but you cautiously peered up at him with a haunted look that sucked the air from Hoseok’s lungs.

Your lipstick was smeared across your split, bloody lip and down the side of your chin. Black trails of mascara dripped down your cheeks from the tears you had been crying, he also noticed your cheek near the bloody lip was red and a little bit swollen. Both your top and your skirt had been torn apart and one of your earrings appeared to have been ripped out. He could see a dozen different emotions cycling through your face: fear, relief, sadness, helplessness, gratitude, shame, pain.

“Oh, love,” he muttered under his breath as he straightened up and slowly began to approach you.

Without a word, he slid down the wall until he was seated beside you and the two of you just stared into the darkness of the night. Finally, after about five minutes of just sitting in silence, Hoseok whispered, “Are you alright?”

Still not looking him in the eye, you murmured, “Can you just take me home?” Your voice was hoarse and cracking, probably damaged from screaming for help.

“Of course, whatever you need.” Hoseok stood then offered you his hand.

You pulled back slightly, eyeing his hand as if it were a snake about to strike. The sight of you scared to even touch him, made Hoseok’s heart sink even further.

It wasn’t right. Not coming from the girl who would jump on his back in public and make him give her a piggyback ride. Who would idly run her fingers through his hair while his head rested in her lap during a movie. Yet now, just the thought of taking his hand seemed to terrify you.

Without moving his hand any closer or farther away, Hoseok said, “It’s okay, love. If you don’t want to take it, you don’t have to. I’m here to help any way I can. Just tell me what you need me to do.”

Hesitating for a moment longer, you finally cautiously placed your left hand in his outstretched right one. He gently wrapped his fingers around yours and slowly rubbed his calloused thumb over the back of your hand as he pulled you to your feet with a reassuring smile.

You stared down at your hands for a minute but then your bottom lip began to tremble. Without warning, you dove into Hoseok’s chest, wrapping your arms around his frame as you began to sob. He slowly returned the embrace, ready to back off at the slightest sign that you were uncomfortable. But you just buried yourself deeper into him.

He began rubbing your back, whispering softly that it was going to be okay. He rested his chin on the top of your head, feeling your sobs vibrating in his jaw. He had never seen you cry before this. Not even to shed a tear at a sad movie or when you dislocated your shoulder in the gym. And now seeing you fall apart in his arms was almost too much for Hoseok to bear.

When your tears finally subsided, he tried to lead you to his car. But when you tried taking a step, you hissed loudly and fell into him. Glancing at your foot, he saw your ankle was swollen to almost twice its normal size. So, he simply scooped you up in his arms and carried you across the street.

As he sat you down in the passenger seat of his car, you once again pulled your knees into your chest and curled up into a tight ball. Hoseok had a blanket in the back seat that he brushed off and draped over you. Then he got into the driver’s seat and took off for your apartment.

Neither one of you spoke the entire ride. Occasionally, he would glance over at you out of the corner of his eye, but you remained motionless, just staring out the window. And even when he stopped the car in your building parking lot and lifted you out of your seat, you still just stared blankly ahead.

He was able to get you to dig your keys out of your pocket, but it was still an almost robotic movement as your eyes remained lifeless and glazed.

Once inside your apartment, Hobi wasn’t quite sure what to do.

Should he place you in your bed so you could get some sleep? Help you take a shower and rinse off your blood? Should he sit you at the table and try to get you to eat something?

Finally, he decided to place you down on the couch so he could patch up your injuries first. He had grabbed the first aid kit from your bathroom. Having lived in your apartment for a few weeks last summer, he knew his way around and where you used to place those kinds of things. He began to lay out the bandages and disinfectants on your coffee table. Then he went to your freezer and grabbed two bags of frozen vegetables.

When he returned to the couch, he handed one to you. “Here. Place that over your cheek. It’ll help with the swelling.” He then used some of the gauze to wrap the other bag of vegetables around your ankle.

As you placed the frozen bag on your face, the cold seemed to rouse you from your state of shock. You seemed slightly more alert than you had been in the car. So, while he opened a disinfectant wipe to clean off your face, Hoseok muttered, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You winced as the wipe dabs at your busted lip, but you whispered, “It was just some drunk asshole I remember seeing at the campus. He never talked to me, but I kept seeing him leering at me. He never actually tried to approach me until now, so I didn’t think much about it.”

He nodded and sighed deeply. “Where are the girls? I’ve told you again and again, it is too dangerous to be going to a college party alone,” Hoseok said, finishing cleaning your lip.

“I know, I just needed to get some stress away, and Joy and Jihyo were busy today. I knew some friends would be there, so I just decided to go.”

Jungkook. You went there because you wanted to see Jungkook, although you were never going to admit it out loud.

You also weren’t going to admit that the first person you looked for help right after the attempt of assault was him, but you weren’t able to find him anywhere at the party and you just wanted to get the fuck out of that house.

You’d already turned lots of people’s attention on your looks, which you hated to even think about. People were probably already gossiping. You remember Anyra and Taehyung’s horror faces as soon as they saw you, you didn’t even give them time to ask what had happened to you as you quickly ran off.

You probably should message Anyra later to explain yourself. You don’t even understand how you ended up in this fucked up situation.

“You could have called me. I would’ve gone with you.” Hoseok cut your thoughts as he started wiping some of your ruined makeup off your cheeks.

“I didn’t want to bother you; I remembered you told me that you wanted to stay in this weekend.” The words were spoken so softly, Hoseok almost didn’t hear them.

“Darling, you’re never a bother. You know that. I just want you to be safe. I need you to be safe.” He reached for your right hand, but you flinched and grunted in pain as he touched it.

Examining it closer, he saw, like your ankle, it was swollen not as much but it was probably sprained. With a sigh, he pulled out more gauze and began to wrap your wrist.

As you shifted to allow him a better angle, your torn shirt slid open. You quickly readjusted it, but a terrible thought occurred to Hoseok.

He cleared his throat and looked around the room nervously. “Listen, I don’t really know how to ask this, but it’s important. Did he...I-I, mean, I saw your clothes were torn….so did he... do anything to you, you know…in that way.”

You ducked your head in embarrassment but shook it slightly. “No. He tried but….” You just shook your head again.

Hoseok let out a small sigh of relief. It was bad enough what that asshole did, but if he had been able to go through with his intent... No, his blood boiled just thinking about it.

You nudged him slightly in the side and his attention snapped back to you. He realized he had been clenching his fists so hard, one or two of his nails had actually broken his skin, leaving small crescent moon shaped cuts on his palms. Clearing his throat, he turned his focus back to your arm.

As he finished wrapping your wrist, he nodded at your fingers. “Does whatever happened to your wrist have to do with why your knuckles are all bruised up?”

“Yeah, I did what Jiji taught me. I punched the guy in the throat.”

Jihyo had attended a self-defense training a few years ago and she constantly asked to practice with you and Joy whatever she had learnt. She always said, “You never know when a girl would need to use her fists to protect herself”. And how right she was.

Hoseok chuckled proudly. “Really? Good girl.”

“Yeah, but that’s when he hit me in the face, the fucker reacted faster than I thought.” The smile dropped from Hoseok’s face as he watched you move the bag of vegetables and tenderly touch the bruising around your left cheek. “We started struggling and that’s when he tore my clothes and twisted my hand, he tried to-…touch me and I-I grabbed the first thing I saw near me, I think it was a lamp and I hit him as hardest as I could with that thing in the face and that’s when I ran off.”

“I’m so sorry, love. I really wish you wouldn’t have to go through this at all.”

“Not your fault. I would have been a lot worse off if Jiji hadn’t taught me what she did. I’ll have to thank her later for that.” You glanced down at your lap. “And thanks for everything tonight, Hobi. I-I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come to get me.” Your voice was growing thick with tears once again.

“Anytime. I’m always here for you.” Hoseok squeezed the fingers of your uninjured hand tightly before saying, “Well, all good to go. Just give it a few days, and you should be good as new.”

Hoseok silently cursed himself for his choice of words. While physically you might be better in just a few days’ time, he knew that the emotional and mental scars created tonight might never really go away. “Um, uh, is there anything else I can do for you right now? Anything I can get you?”

“Can you just……just hold me for a while?” you whispered softly as your voice broke a little.

“Of course, love. Whatever you need.”

Next day morning, Jungkook was on his way to the field, to meet his friends as usual. Jin, Taehyung and Yoongi would probably be already there. Jimin hasn’t shown up since he got into the fight with Jungkook. They haven’t talked since then.

Which made Jungkook think how everything got so messed up during the last few months. Not only he ended up punching one of his oldest and best friends – although Jimin totally deserved it – but he also managed to fuck things up with you.

Last night he almost couldn’t even sleep, thoughts of you and that guy in the party flooded his mind. He knows you’ve probably slept with him. And maybe you were probably still in his arms.

He hated to think that you were with someone else, he tried not to think of it but failed miserably every single time. He knew he couldn’t demand anything from you, not when you ended things with him. And to begin with, you weren’t even exclusive when you were ’together’.

He should’ve apologized earlier.

He knew he was being unreasonable when he treated you like shit the other day. If it weren’t because you called him and interrupted his shenanigans with that girl in his car the other day, he probably would have slept with her too. He couldn’t blame you for sleeping with someone else.

Maybe he even pushed you to sleep with that guy. He never acted as petty as last night. He wasn’t even listening what Seulgi was saying to him at the party, she was probably trying to get laid – as usual – but he wasn’t in the mood, not when his mind was elsewhere. On you.

But when he saw you with Mingyu, he couldn’t help it. He got so angry. He was the one that should have danced with you at that party, not that guy. You made him feel all sort of things that he never felt before. This was beyond frustrating.

As he walked through the field, he could see from a far his friends were engaged in a conversation. Anyra was there too.

“Yeah, I talked with Y/N about what happened last night, she texted me back a few minutes ago.” Jungkook heard Anyra talking.

Oh, no. The last thing he needs is everyone talking in front of him about who you screwed with last night.

“Please. I don’t want to hear who Y/N slept with.” Said Jungkook with a sour expression on his face.

Anyra and the other guys turned their heads to Jungkook with furrowed eyebrows.

“Did someone drop you on the head when you were a baby?” said Yoongi with his arms crossed over his chest and his usual cold tone.

Taehyung intervened seeing Jungkook’s confused face, he realized he might not know what happened since he left the party earlier. “Wait. Do you not know what happened to Y/N yesterday?”

Jungkook felt like his blood ran cold all of the sudden. “What the fuck are you talking about? Did something bad happen to her?”

His friends looked at each other. A few seconds of silence followed.

“Guys, can someone tell me what the fuck is happening?” Jungkook insisted.

“Calm down, Kook” Jin sighed as he explained “A guy at my party tried to assault her, she fought with him and managed to escape.”

“Poor Y/N, she looked li-“ Taehyung stopped talking as he saw Jungkook leaving “Hey! I’m talking! Where the fuck are you going Jungkook?”

“I forgot I had an essay to write. See you later guys.”

All his friends started laughing. They obviously knew he was lying.

“He hasn’t written an essay in his entire life.” Yoongi pointed out as he chuckled.

“I bet the essay’s name is Y/N.” added Anyra teasingly.

Taehyung watched his friend running towards his car. “He’s so whipped, he just doesn’t want to see it.”

Hoseok had stayed the night with you to make you company, he knew you were still pretty shaken up about last night’s events. Joy and Jihyo also came to your place last night as soon as Hoseok told them what had happened, and they decided to stay with you too.

The girls both had compromises this morning that they couldn’t miss and after a long hour of convincing them that you were okay and that they should go, they did.

You felt lucky and proud of the friends you made. You might not have a lot of friends, but they were without a doubt, the best that you could ever had.

You were watching Netflix on your couch when Hoseok came back with a pizza box you easily recognized in one of his hands and a convenience store bag in the other.

“You got us pizza from Hierin’s? Ohhhh yeessss, you know how much I love that pizza.”

Hobi chuckled. “It wasn’t me. Guess someone left it at your doorstep. I thought you might have asked for a delivery.”

With furrowed brows you said “Huh? No. I didn’t. Who would do that?”

“Maybe Jungkook. I’m pretty sure I saw him parked at the front of the building.”

Jungkook? What the hell was he doing here? Maybe Taehyung and Anyra told him something about what happened yesterday. Most likely Taehyung opened his big mouth.

You immediately went to check over your window and it was indeed Jungkook’s car that was parked in front of your building entrance. You decided to text him. Last time you had a proper talk with each other was when you said that you wanted to end things, it felt a little bit weird texting him again.

Y/N: Hey, where are you?

Few seconds later his response came in.

JK: Hey. I’m at the bar near the campus having a beer with the guys and some girls. What’s up?

Liar. You chuckled seeing his idiotic response. Was he patrolling the area surrounding your building?

Little did you know, he was. He wasn’t gonna admit it because he thought it might sound lame and maybe you wouldn’t want him to be there after everything that happened between you two. He also bought you the pizza from your favorite place, he remembered one time you had mentioned it.

Y/N: Home. Just bored. Well, have fun!

Huh? What? You just cut him off like that. Jungkook wanted to keep talking, he was expecting for you to say that you wanted to see him or maybe tell him about last night. He started typing as he tried to think what the hell to respond.

“So, I guess the bar is actually your car.”

Jungkook almost jumped of his seat, his phone dropping on the car’s floor as you surprised him standing right next to his window.

He almost felt like crying when he saw you. You had your lip cut and the surrounding area and cheek a little bit bruised up. He saw you had gauze around one of your wrists, your knuckles were clearly bruised up. Even like that, you still looked like the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on.

He was going to kill the motherfucker who did this to you.

“Uh..n-no, I was just about to leave when you texted me.” Said as he stammered his response.

Your lips twitched. You wanted to laugh at his face so bad. He is really bad at acting. “You are all alone, I thought you said you were with some girls.”.

“I-I was but I was feeling tired, so I left alone.”

It was so amusing to see him trying to elaborate a lie.

You sighed. “Oh, well. You should get going then and have some rest.” Jungkook just nodded sadly. Maybe he was expecting for you to say something else.

As you walked back to your building you suddenly stopped and turned around looking him straight to those beautiful doe eyes and gave him a smile. “Oh, I almost forgot. Thanks for the pizza, JK.”

JK. You never called him by his nickname. It was always either Jeon or Jungkook.

Jungkook felt the way he started blushing instantly at your words. JK. It sounded so much better in your lips.

Have some balls, Jungkook. He encouraged himself. He couldn’t let you go just like that so, he instantly got out of his car and ran towards you, startling you as he hugged you from behind.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so fucking sorry. About the way I treated you, about what happened to you last night. I’ve should’ve been there for you. I’ve said so many hurtful things too. You’re not just a good fuck, you are an amazing person. I care so much about you. I-I just got so angry and didn’t measure what I said, you don’t deserve to be treated like that. Please Y/N forgive me, I miss spending time with you.”

You were left speechless. You weren’t expecting to hear all of those things coming out from him. Your heart was beating 10 times faster than usual.

You looked to your side, where he was laying his head on your shoulder as he kept hugging your body, he looked so damn cute. “I’m sorry too, JK. But let’s not talk about this now, okay?”

Jungkook nodded and surprised you once again when he leaned in and gave you a peck on your cheek. You gulped feeling your face turning red, shivers running down your skin. Only know you realized how much you missed him.

Trying to recompose yourself, you asked stammering a bit “U-um, you wanna come upstairs and eat some pizza?” The galaxy in his eyes sparkling at you as you kept talking “That is if Hobi left anything, he really loves pizza.”

Smiling uncontrollably, Jungkook responded “Yeah, I’d love to.”

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A/N: my first shot at the spot lets gooo. I’m sure this idea may have been done before, but the idea wouldn’t leave my mind as I imagined what it must be for Jon’s significant other to realize what he’s become when he tries to reach out after the incident, so here’s my take on it! It has been about 3-4 weeks since I’ve seen the film so sorry for any ooc-ness, I tried to stay true to his awkward, quirky, dorkiness though.

Trigger Warning: none

Word Count: 907

Jonathan Ohnn/The Spot x Reader - Welcome Home

After living in New York City for a while, you figured you've seen just about everything. 

Robberies, arson, colossal property damage, and even the usual Spider-Man swinging around or the occasional fracturing of reality as you know it…

You know, the usual. 

However even with all of that…it didn't prepare you for what or who waited for you at your apartment. 

You opened the door and began kicking off your shoes when you looked up and saw…it.

There stood a tall white figure that had its back bent against the ceiling. The figure had no face, just an endless black hole with various shaped holes littered all along its body. 

Your back hit the door as you jumped back in shock. "W-who-Wh-what are you?" 

The figure also jumped. "Ah! Hey-hey I-I know this is weir-AH!"

You came barreling towards the figure with a baseball bat you kept by the door, but the figure quickly shuffled behind the sofa. 

"What-Who-What're you doing here?! Who are you?" You shouted as you tried to get closer to him and make contact with your bat. 

"Hey! Hey-Sweetheart! Listen! I-Its me Jonny! I-I know I look-WHOA!" He ducked as you swung the bat again. “No, no, stop! It’s okay!”

The figure was on his back now, slowly scooting along the wooden floor with his arms out in defense.

The voice made you pause. It…it sounded familiar. C-could it be? 

"Jonny?" You slowly lowered the bat. 

Once you lowered your bat, a black portal appeared at your side and a white hand emerged and snatched your bat.

"Hey!" 

The figure in front of you, claiming to be Jon, now held your bat. 

"Sorry, sweetie…but you-we don't need this…just let me explain. Please." 

Your eyes scanned vigorously across the figure. Where were you supposed to look? His head had no facial features at all, you suppose the voice came from the black abyss where his face would be…

You couldn't deny the voice though and the warm comforting feeling that resonated in you when he called you sweetie. 

Plus you weren't sure how to explain to the cops that a large figure with spots broke into your home. 

"O-Okay…" You sighed, crossing your arms, having no other choice but to hear him out. 

At first, it was beyond difficult to comprehend. Super-Collider, radioactive spiders, dark matter, different dimensions and a bagel? 

"When the Super Collider was destroyed…I-I got mutated into this…this thing…I…I'm still getting used to the whole…portal..hole…spot stuff." He explained sheepishly. 

"I tried to go home..to my family but they shunned me away immediately, I-I was so nervous about coming here, but…I had nowhere else…no one else to turn to…I-I'm so sorry for scaring you, sweetie…if…if you still want me to leave or-or-" 

You finally spoke up. "No. No I-I don't want..I mean…yeah you did freak me out…a little…" 

Jonathan chuckled nervously, "uhh..yeah." 

"I mean…I-I don't quite understand the science behind it all, but it makes sense…it's just a lot."

He nodded. "I-I understand, t-thank you for letting me speak…I couldn't get a word in back home." 

"I missed you." You blurted out. "I-I didn't believe you when you said you were you, but…your voice…there's no mistaking it…and I missed it." 

"Oh, sweetheart…I-I'm so sorry." Jonathan got up on his knees and was able to get eye level to you. 

You couldn't deny how unnerving it was to stare into the pitch black abyss of his face. Did it go somewhere? Were his features sucked away into it? Or are they permanently erased? 

You gasped softly when you felt a heavy hand with long fingers touch the side of your face. 

A stray tear had fallen down and his thumb gently swiped it away. 

"I..know it's a little unsettling..my appearance. But I promise I'm still here…" He murmured. 

You gulped the lump in your throat as you experimentally reached your hand out. The tips of your fingers tracing the side of his oblong face, before nestling his cheek (or atleast where it would be) into your palm. 

Jonathan may not look like the Jonathan you knew, but you couldn't deny the warm loving feeling of being whole. To finally have that missing piece back where it belonged. 

"Is…is it safe to hug you?" You whispered softly. 

Jonathan pekred up. “Oh, uh, I mean…yeah, i-it should be, I-I won’t try and send you to another dimension or anything,” he chuckled nervously. 

“Yeah, please don’t do that, I just got you back.” You giggled half-heartedly, trying to keep the mood light. 

He nodded as he experimentally opened his arms up to you. You glanced all around his torso, shoulder, and arms. The spots stared back at you, as if tempting, daring you.

You closed your eyes and sighed before wrapping your arms around Jonathan’s waist…

Soon a pair of long lanky arms followed and returned your embrace. Jonathan rested his chin on top of your head.

“Wow…so, so, glad that worked out.” His arms squeezed tighter around you. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you relished in his close proximity. “Yeah, me too…”

“I-I know…I don’t look like me-but–”

You shushed him as you looked up at him. “It’s okay…it’ll be an adjustment but…I’m just so glad to have you back…regardless. We can..make it work, right?” 

You leaned in and pecked a patch of white skin on his cheek that wasn’t obscured by a spot. “Welcome home, Jonny.”

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Finding peace in your life

Everyone's always talking about finding peace in their lives. Let me ask you, is there chaos in your life? Is there always so much drama around you? You never get a minute's peace, and you wonder why life is doing this to you?

Is this you? Are you thinking you will never have peace?

I have to tell you, and you might like this, but because I'm not Willy Wonker, I do not sugar coat shit! Stand up and be accountable for your life. Peace is a choice. You choose to have peace in your life!

Simple, huh? Yes, you choose to have peace, but it is up to you.

I write a lot about choices because that is what life is all about. Yes, things will get thrown at you. Sometimes, life will absolutely suck, but life is not always going to be a bed of roses. So get over it. It is what it is. This is real life. Sorry to be so harsh, but sometimes the truth hurts.

But it's about how you chose (there is that word again) to deal with it, that will make or break you. I write every day. I write about my story, my ups and downs, and about what got me to where I am today. It was all my choice. My choice to be hard-headed, my choice to do drugs, and my choice to stay in an abusive marriage, and yes, it was eventually my choice to give my life to God. But it was only because I was broken and hurting. I was lost and dying inside, and I had nowhere else to turn. I chose to believe God and know that I could do it. I could walk away from drugs, from my old life and yes, even from my abusive marriage. Even when everyone, including my own mother, said I would never make it on my own.

I choose to be happy. I choose to be positive every day. I choose to have peace and joy in my heart. How do I do this? I let go, and I gave it all to God. I knew that I couldn't do this on my own. Look, what a mess I made of my life without him. I chose to pray and let God worry. See, nothing changes when you worry, absolutely nothing! So why do it then? When I realized that, I chose to no longer worry about anything.

I choose to be grateful each and every day, even when things are falling apart around me. Even in the face of the storm, I know he is there for me. I know I will be alright. This is a test, to see how great my faith is, or to teach me a lesson, but no matter what, I know it's not happening to me but for me and I know it will get better.

The bible talks about seasons. We all have seasons in our lives. We have wonderful seasons, and yes, we will have hard seasons. We will have to endure, but it's up to us to hold on to our faith, to keep praising and keep thanking him for what we do have.

I chose to live, to give him all the glory with all that I am because I know I will be alright. I chose not to complain about what I don't have and give thanks for what I do.

Oh, here's a big one that most people can't or won't do. I chose to change. To change me, change my bad habits, and change my surroundings. I even changed the people in my life, which was necessary to make my life more peaceful.

Sometimes change is tough, but without change, you will not get to your goals, your dreams, and your peace.

So today, my friends, you say you want a peaceful life? Here are the steps to help you get there, now it is your choice to do something about it.

Remember, you only have one shot, and life is too short, so choose wisely.

“Be the change you want to see”

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feellikeimgonnaconstantlythrowupallthetimmeeeee never emotionally got to recover from my last situation bc the person just wanted to pretend like it didnt happen instead of resolving it and didnt realize because we just numbed tf over it but that entire safe space feels fucked plus a lot has changed in the small time we couldnt talk to anyone really and i chase it but i cant keep up to stay relevant and cool and funny and we're blurring as hell and work is FINE but my stupid mentally ill brain is breaking from working full time (which would be bad enough but also all the training is done from home) i wont stop shaking and i just wanna cry but we move out soon and need the money. im venting so much on here and i don't want to be but without a safe space and without a therapist (because my stupid boss won't give me a schedule to even make appointments in and when i make them ahead of time she gets upset) i have nowhere else to go. i dont expect people to reply to this i just need it out. this is so miserable. none of our interests are engaging or comforting us right now either.

i wish id never left florida. i have less here than i had there. i wish i stayed and played as some bimbo at a bar in the keys until some rich man swooped me up and told me he wanted to take care of me. i probably wouldnt then if all my needs were met but if i ever had to go inpatient then i know i could without actively making my situation worse by devoiding myself of money that couldve went to food or rent.

i dont want to die. i want to disappear. but i think its gonna only get harder to keep myself alive. its cruel to say this because i know how emotionally abused and controlled we were as children but it feels almost sick in retrospect knowing then how suicidal we were when we had food on the table and hot showers and no bills and now. no because we didnt even get that bc of roxas's consistently borderlining ed i swear was spurred by our parents comments and having our near naked body checked to make sure we werent cutting or hiding anything (yeah, dont let your suicidal baby get therapy or comfort them or anything, take away their phone and friends and invade their privacy nonstop because fear and deprivement will DEFINITELY make it better)

our youtube career better kick off as soon as we are in an apartment and start paying the bills because . hey! have i mentioned being demiromantic sucks ass! its 7am. i have got to stop typing. im going to get food or keep sleeping.

edit: i decided to lay in bed longer then birthgiver entered the room and im reminded i dont have room to have mental illness i need to grow up and get the fuck out of this house because i cant keep living like this her not gonna say more on this or im gonna explode.

[writemekpop]

Torn (Part 1) | Huang Renjun

Pairing: Huang Renjun x Reader (feat Jeno) 

Summary: When Renjun finds out you cheated, he kicks you out in the middle of the night... 

Genre: MAJOR angst, cheating AU

Word Count: 1.2k

Part 1 💚 | Part 2

There’s no such thing as happily ever after…

You came out of Renjun’s bathroom, humming as you dried your hair with a towel.

He was sitting on the bed, in his cute old grey sweats with the sparkly pink spots from when he tried to paint your nails. 

“Hello, gorgeous,” you crooned, wiggling your hips as you walked in front him.  

But Renjun didn’t reply. 

His eyes were narrowed, his face as cold and hostile as stone. He was gripping your phone in his hand, and it was shaking.   

Oh no. You always knew this day was coming. 

“W-what’s the matter?” you asked, voice shaky.

 “Why is Jeno texting you about how much he misses your lips on his dick?”

You gulped, wrapping the towel tighter around you. “I-I can explain-”

Renjun threw your phone down onto the wooden floor. You flinched. 

“How could you?” he shouted. “You fucked my best friend? Are you that much of a fucking cliché?” 

You looked down at your phone – it was smashed. Renjun had an ugly temper – you were beginning to get scared.

“It-it was an accident! I was drunk and-”

“An accident?” Renjun spat. “What? Did you trip and fall on his dick?” 

“It was just once,” you begged. “It didn’t mean anything. I love you, Renjun. It was a mistake. You gotta believe me!” 

“Three years,” Renjun hissed. “We’ve been dating for three years… you- you whore!”

You jerked forwards and grabbed his arm. “Renjun, please. I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t touch me!” Renjun shoved you off him, making you stumble backwards towards the wardrobe. “I can’t even look at you right now. Just… get out!”

Your mouth dropped open. “What?”

Renjun’s face was an angry red. “You heard me! Get out of my house.”

Your voice was hoarse. “You can’t be serious. It’s the middle of the night, a-and there’s a thunderstorm.” 

“I don’t care!” He hissed. “I want you out. You suck the life out of me, Y/n. You always have. I can’t believe it took you fucking Jeno for me to realise that.”

You gasped. Renjun used to be your Sun. Now, he was gone, and it was like you were spinning out of control, through the heartless black of the Universe. 

Renjun dragged you down the stairs and into the hallway. You were soaking wet and naked, apart from the towel. 

Renjun pulled open the front door. The storm blew in the wind and rain, flooding the hallway with cold. 

Tears pricked your eyes. “Where am I supposed to go? A-at least let me get some clothes!”

“Sleep on the fucking street, I don’t care, just get out!” 

Galaxies used to spin in Renjun’s eyes when he looked at you. Now, all you could see was hatred. 

You stood in the doorway, hesitating. What if you got onto your knees and begged? Would that work? 

Renjun let out an impatient huff. He gripped your shoulder and shoved you through the door. You stumbled onto the pavement, already soaked from the pouring rain.

You spun around, but Renjun had already slammed the door shut. 

You banged your fists on the door. “Please let me back in! I’m sorry! Renjun!” You screamed, the tears flowing freely now. 

You started to shiver. You didn’t even have shoes on.  

After twenty minutes of banging and crying, you realised that Renjun wasn’t coming back.

You looked out into the black, rainy night and shuddered. Renjun knew you were afraid of the dark. Once, there was a power cut in your house, and Renjun lit every candle you owned, just so you wouldn’t have to be afraid. 

Tonight, he’d left you out in the dark without a second thought. 

You looked up in the sky, searching for a guiding light, but you couldn’t see a single star. Even they had abandoned you now. 

You walked out onto the street, head throbbing from crying. You had no phone, no clothes, no shoes. 

Suddenly you remembered something. Jeno. Yes, Jeno! He was the only other person you knew in the city. He lived a mile away, but you had nowhere else to go. 

With newfound hope, you marched down the pavement. You didn’t even stop when you accidentally stepped on a broken bottle. You could barely feel it, your feet were that numb. 

But the more you walked, the more your resolve slipped away. You were getting tired. And the cold was setting into your bones. The flimsy towel you had wrapped around your body did nothing to protect you from the cold. 

After what felt like hours of walking, you finally made it to Jeno’s house. You could tell by the lights in the window that he was in, thank god. 

Jeno would help you. He was a good guy. Stupidly good. When you had sex, even though it was just a fling in the backseat of his old truck, he still touched you like you were God on earth. For a while, you wouldn’t have swapped those piled-up coats for the most luxurious mattress. 

After a few knocks, Jeno opened the door. When he saw you, the smile dropped off his face.

“Y/n? What the fuck?” he said. “Why are you here? And why are you naked?” 

Your teeth were chattering so much you could barely talk. “R-renjun… h-he f-found out… k-kicked me out-t.” 

“Oh shit…” Jeno said, tugging a hand though his dark hair. 

“C-can I… come in?” You took a step forwards, but Jeno pushed you back. 

“No… no you can’t,” Jeno said, eyes shifting guiltily. 

Your bottom lip quivered. “W-hat?” 

He leant towards you and lowered his voice. “My girlfriend’s upstairs. You’ll just have to find somewhere else to go.” 

You laughed out of sheer disbelief. “B-but I don’t… know anyone else.” 

“Who is it, babe?” A woman’s voice called from inside the house.

“No one!” Jeno shouted back. “Wrong house!” 

Your heart sunk. That’s what you were. No one. 

Black spots filled your vision. 

Jeno turned to you, he looked at your bruised feet and soaking hair and grimaced. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he pulled a coat off the rack and handed it to you.

“Here, take this. You can’t go around in just a towel.” 

Fresh tears started to roll down your cheeks.  “D-don’t… p-pretend you care.” Your head was starting to spin now. You were going to faint. And soon. 

You ignored Jeno’s outstretched hand and turned away from the door.

You stumbled down the driveway and back out onto the street. You made it a few houses down before you tripped and fell onto the floor, face smashing onto the concrete. 

The metallic tang of blood filled your mouth. As your eye lids slipped shut, the only face you could picture was Renjun’s.  

A small part of you thought that he’d come and find you. But he didn’t. Maybe he didn’t love you as much as you thought he did, how could he? 

That bitter truth hurt more than the cuts on your body. Now you were alone. Completely alone. 

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Clouds (m)

Service sub!Yeri ✦ Dom!F/Afab!Reader

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WARNING—oral ✦ face-sitting ✦ finger sucking ✦ filming ✦ cum-eating ✦ mentions of Irene x reader/Yeri ✦ use of sheesha/hookah

THEMES—smut ✦ very brief angst (?)

NOW PLAYING—Gimme More ✦ Britney Spears

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The air in the living room was white, contaminated by smoke from the hookah all six of you had been sharing for the past hour or so. But most of your lady friends had gone to their rooms by now, Irene hesitating a bit, wanting to spend a little more time with you since she hadn't seen you for a week. After the youngest whined at her, signaling she wanted you alone, Irene left, bringing the rest of the members with, leaving you with Yerim, alone in this cozy room.

At this point, the hookah was almost empty, so you could handle smoking the rest of it on your own. Yerim didn't want more of the minty taste. She wanted the taste of something else.

You two were total opposites, the smoke had made you calm, maybe tired even, but all it had done to Yerim was fill her lungs with energy. Slowly, you exhaled a small cloud, the woman beside you looking at it disappearing into thin air. As you were chilling on the couch, casually looking through Yerim’s to-watch list on Netflix, trying to find something you hadn't seen already, she sat in front of you on the carpet. You looked down on her, patting her head a bit with the remote in your hand, assuming she wanted your affection.

But you were wrong. She wanted to show you affection.

After settling on watching Eerie, you laid back on the couch, tossing the remote away to focus on the movie and smoking. But Yerim had other plans. She turned around, away from the TV, to look at you. You blew white smoke on her face, her inhaling some, letting some fade away on its own. She was so pretty. The cheerful girl who always had a smile for you to mirror was now looking at you with pitch black eyes.

"Aren't you going to watch the movie?" you asked.

But she didn't say anything. Instead, she put her hands on your knees and gulped. Maybe it was the smoke she had inhaled, or the way it changed the normal dorm atmosphere to a fun place for young people...but she did something she wasn't sure she'd have the courage to do after this. A smirk on your face when she moved your legs apart, making your skirt ride up your thighs to reveal a pair of panties for Yerim to see. Wow, she was really doing this.

You didn't say anything, just huffing and puffing the smoke as Yerim did something she wasn't she'd ever get the courage to do again. She looked at you, as if to ask for permission to proceed, to which you gave her a light nod. And it was enough to let her adrenaline filled veiny hands go up the skin of your thighs to the fabric of your underwear. Damn. She took them off, not letting her eyes off your pussy for a second. You put your free hand on her cheek, making her blush at the small touch. She couldn't look at you as she took your blush-producing hand away from her pink cheek to bring it to your pussy, and she was proud she had made you this wet this quickly. Looking at you, she took your wet middle finger into her mouth to taste you. If she wasn't motivated to eat your pussy before, she certainly was now that she had the taste of candy on her tongue.

She looked at you as she finally went down to let her tongue meet your pussy. First the clit, sending chills in your body. Then, licking and tasting your lips, watching your reaction to see if you liked it. Again, you brought your free hand on her cheek and gently guided her to be harder against you. She got the memo, pushing her tongue between your folds, letting her nose stimulate your clit, all while grabbing your thighs.

"Good girl," you praised.

She smiled against you, determined to make you cum just from her tongue (and nose).

"Can I film this for us?"

She blushed, nodding. You brought your phone from the side to film her eating your pussy with some smoke too. You decided to only film a minute as a memory to go back to whenever you (or Yerim) need to. Then you let go of your phone, looking at her loving your pussy when all of a sudden Yerim laid down on her back on the (thankfully) soft carpet.

"___?" she whispered.

The room was so silent you could hear her, "Yeah?"

"You— You should sit on my face."

"Gladly," you went up, bringing a pillow with.

She blushed, thinking you were going to put it under her head although the carpet was soft as feathers. But no. You wanted to do something you’d never do to her otherwise; the smoke had gotten to you too. A low gasp left her lips as you pushed her legs up, putting the pillow against her thighs, only to sit on her face and lean back to rest on her. Damn.

“You like being used like a toy, hm?”

She couldn’t say anything so she just moaned against your pussy. You moved her hands away from your thighs, telling her to only put them there as a stop sign since she couldn’t verbally tell you to stop. She moaned in response.

Soon you were the one moaning. Yerim was so good at reading your body language and expressions (she was still looking at you, wanting to savor every moment), and she listened to what you wanted. You were sure that tongue of hers was going to make you cum soon.

Irene just woke up, looking at the clock, seeing it had been 20 minutes since she left you two in the living room. It was something she’d do every time she went to sleep with a bad feeling. Upon realizing the hookah wasn’t empty when she had left, she felt guilty for not staying and finishing it with you and Yerim so you wouldn’t have to smoke it empty by yourselves. So she sat up, put on her slippers and started making her way down the stairs.

What she didn’t expect was the sight she was met by. Yerim on the floor, you on her face, leaning against her thighs, smoking hookah, moaning and praising her. Irene must’ve gasped or made a sound unconsciously because you looked at her direction. But you weren’t embarrassed. No, you had smoked too much and were too close to cumming to fucking care that this pretty woman was looking at you using her youngest member’s face for your pleasure. Yerim was too busy tasting you to notice. You waved the older woman off. She understood, looking at the sight one last time before turning around and letting a tear out. She shouldn’t have left you two alone.

Soon your pussy was letting tears out. But from pleasure, “Fuck, Yerim. I’m close.”

She moaned against your pussy, switching between a hard suck to your clit and a deep lick between your lips.

“Fuck. I’m cumming.”

You were moaning louder, almost screaming, and you were sure Irene could hear you through the walls but you didn’t care. This could’ve ended like any other time, emptying the hookah, waving your friends good bye, going to sleep. But Irene had left you two alone. You were shaking and moaning, grabbing onto Yerim’s head for balance. She continued licking your pussy, slower as to not overstimulate you, until no drop of cum was left for her to taste and swallow. She did it all with a smile and red cheeks. Damn.

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❝ Cameras are flashing While we're dirty dancing They keep watching (They keep watching) ❞

—britney jean spears; 2007

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Dear Fucking Diary: Entry the 5th - The Model and the Mouth That Almost Killed Me

Pairings: Dean x Fem!OFC (Daisy)

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: None really. A kiss. Dean being sexy af! (That's not new, but I feel the warning is warranted! 😁)

Word Count: 2,711

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Series Summary: I’ve been tasked with writing in this fucking diary like a some teenage girl. It sucks, but who else am I going to talk to about the incredible hottie who lives next door?

Chapter Summary: 5th Entry: In which Dean holds my hand and kisses me - not sure how I'm alive to write this!

A/N:  This series has popped into my head from out of nowhere. It was supposed to be a whole other thing, but then it just morphed into this. (Cause I needed more series to work on! 🙄😄) Hope you like it, I should be releasing a new entry every few days, and I think there will be about 7 or 8 entries. The first entry is short and sweet, but most of the others will range between 1000 and 3000 words. Thanks everyone!! 🥰

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So, he kissed me. Let me write that again.

HE FUCKING KISSED ME! Jesus, everything I write sounds like a teenage girl! But you know what - fuck it! I'm just gonna embrace it.

Omg! Omg! Omg! Dear Diary, he kissed me! Let me tell you about it!

K, being a teenage girl again is kinda fun!

So we've spent the last couple weeks chatting over text and he's been back a few times to my apartment to check on my ankle (pretty much all healed now, btw) and every time I talk to him, I turn right back into a gushing moron.

But I have actually been able to carry on some conversations with him without devolving into a puddle of mush.

He has one younger brother, Sam, who's a lawyer out in California, but they sound really close and he says they get together as often as they can.

He gets this look in his eye when he's talking about his "baby brother"; he's clearly full of pride! It's pretty adorable. From what I could gather, since he kinda downplayed it, he actually helped to raise him.

It was just the two of them and his Dad. Both his parents have passed on now, just like mine. But he lost his mom when he was really little.

I guess his Dad worked a lot building up the garage Dean now owns along with his Uncle Bobby. (He's the "Singer" in Singer Auto, btw. Dean's last name is Winchester.) He lost his Dad a few years ago.

We had a pretty deep discussion about all of that the other night. We were talking about the difference between losing your parents when you were really young, like he'd lost his mom, or losing them after you'd really known them, like his dad and my parents, and which was worse.

We came to the conclusion that losing your parents, no matter what your age is terrible. But we also agreed that no matter what, we were grateful for the time we got with them.

We've had a couple really great conversations like that actually. He's sweet and smart, and funny as hell. He's modest and cocky at the same time and it's just a fucking deadly combination.

And holy shit, does that boy know what to do with his mouth.

So, the kiss.

Yesterday we ended up meeting at our mailboxes after work. Purely by coincidence you understand. I absolutely did not make note of the fact that he gets off earlier on Tuesdays and then I for sure didn't purposely delay walking into the building after my shift just so I could bump into him at the mailboxes.

That would be pathetic. Right?

Anyway, we ended up at the mailboxes and started chatting about our day. All of a sudden I saw his face draw into a grimace and he spun away from the front door.

Instinctively, I turned away from the door too and faced the mailboxes with him.

"Shit." He said under his breath.

I looked at him questioningly and he gave me a pleading look.

"I will owe you so huge if you just play along. Please?" He said.

And before I could ask what the hell he was talking about, he'd grabbed my hand and spun us both back around to face the front doors of the building.

And the smoking hot woman walking through them.

She definitely looked like she'd stepped off a runway in Milan or out of the pages of Vogue; right down to her incredibly chic, minimalist black mini dress, and eight inch stiletto heels.

I would have looked like a baby deer on new legs in those friggin' things, but she strode in on her incredibly long legs, without a problem.

She was ridiculously beautiful, with a willowy figure and an angular face that probably photographed very well. She had perfectly highlighted blonde hair that was twisted into a perfectly styled chignon.

She was stunning. She was also very clearly pissed.

She came to stand directly in front of Dean, and because she was runway model tall, and had added eight inches of heel, she ended up being a bit taller than Dean which is really saying something.

Standing near them, I felt like an elf. And I still didn't understand why Dean had hold of my hand, but the heat and roughness of it was distracting me from thinking clearly or I probably would have figured it out quicker and maybe seemed less flabbergasted.

"Why haven't you returned my texts, Dean." the woman said without preamble.

"Hi, Lois." Dean said, his voice sounding extremely exasperated.

"Why?" She demanded again.

Dean heaved a sigh and ran a hand down his face. "Well, for the same reason I gave you when we got together that. one. time." Dean said, emphasizing the words.

"The same reason I repeated to you when you showed up here at my apartment two days later, and then repeated again when you showed up at my work the week after that." He continued in a long suffering tone.

"And then once again, I gave you the same reason when you showed up at my favorite coffee place the very next day."

He took a deep breath. "The reason I haven't returned your texts is the same reason I gave you every one of those times; I am not interested in pursuing a relationship with you."

Lois gritted her teeth, and seethed.

Dean's voice remained firm but also held a note of compassion as he continued. "Now, as I've said before, I really am sorry if I was unclear about that, or if I made you believe, for any reason that I was interested in something with you long term. But I'm just not."

He raised our joined hands. "And now I'm with someone, so I'm really, really not interested."

Lois turned her wide, brown, doe eyes to where I stood next to Dean and raked her gaze contemptuously up and down my body.

And then scoffed; like, didn't even try to hide it, just looked me over and laughed at the idea that Dean would be dating me.

She turned back to Dean and shot him a look that said she refused to believe it. "You're telling me, you passed me over," she swept a hand up and down, encompassing all her perfection, "for that?" she finished with a dismissive wave at wholly unspectacular me.

I mean, I couldn't exactly blame her, it did stretch credulity that Dean was going to pass on this runway model with legs up to her ears to settle for the slightly dumpy, Plain Jane girl that barely reached his shoulder.

But still, she didn't have to say it out loud, geez.

In the couple weeks I've been stalking known Dean, I've never seen him be anything other than cordial and kind, and often downright sweet and charming.

But when Lois issued her incredibly accurate insult his face changed in an instant and, I gotta say, it was just a little scary. And also hot af! His expression became hard and his jaw set, the muscle there jumping.

He squeezed my hand tighter and pulled me into his side, before dropping my hand and sliding his arm around my upper back, his hand coming to rest against my ribs.

His voice was deeper and harder when he spoke to her, all compassion having disappeared.

"Yeah, actually." He said in answer to her skepticism. "I'm with Daisy because she's beautiful and smart, funny and kind and not a um..."

He snapped his fingers in rapid succession. "What was the word?" He asked as though it was right on the tip of his tongue.

He shook his forefinger like he just remembered. "Right! Not a raging psychopath!" He nodded. "That was it. So yeah...yeah, I think I'm happy with my choice."

Lois' beautiful face was turning a slightly less attractive shade of red. "You're an asshole." She told Dean.

He clicked his tongue and shot a finger gun at her. "Noted."

She turned scathing eyes on me. "Well, best of luck, Daisy."

She said my name with derision dripping from her tone. "But let me give you a warning. He may be a hell of a lay, but he's gonna fuck you and forget you."

I felt Dean tense a little beside me and I became inexplicably defensive on his behalf. As I result, I blurted out my next words without thinking. "Oh, he's already fucked me and he still seems able to remember me fine."

I turned to look at Dean. "You remember my name, right, babe?"

His face split into a surprised grin for a moment before he scowled, playing along. "It's...Daisy? Right? Is it?"

"Hey! Way to go!" I said and offered him a fist bump which he returned promptly.

I turned back to the fuming blonde in front of us. "Yeah, I feel like we're good, so..."

She spun on her eight inch heel (another impressive feat from her!) and stomped away.

"Aw, she's mad!" I said in mock sadness. I turned to Dean. "I think we made her mad."

He was grinning so wide it was almost blinding. "You're awesome!"

My brazenness seemed to desert me almost as fast as it had come and I ducked my head. "Well, only in comparison." I said with a wave toward the departed Lois.

But Dean shook his head. "No, seriously. Thank you so much." His eyes sparkled and I was suddenly very aware of his hand, warm against my ribcage.

"I owe you dinner."

I sputtered my way through a denial. "No, you don't...I mean, you don't owe me...there's nothing..."

He remained quiet, just smiling at me while I stumbled over my words. When I finally ran out of rambling denials he tilted his head to the side in that incredibly endearing way he had.

"This is my very subtle way of asking you on a date." He smiled and shrugged. "In case that wasn't clear."

My mouth gaped open and shut like a fish on land for a few seconds before I pulled away from him and began my second round of rambled idiocy, it was all half started sentences and stuttered words.

He just shook his head at me. "You can say no." He raised his hand like he was being sworn in. "I promise I won't turn into an asshole."

He gave me a gentle smile that melted the only brain cell I had left into mush.

And then I heard myself say, "Okay, sure." No more rambles, no meandering speeches. I think my brain was just putty and acquiescence was the only option left to me.

His smile turned blinding and I swear to god, I might commit murder just to keep that smile on his beautiful face.

I mean, Jesus Christ, there's only so much I can take.

But it was about to get so. much. worse. better. worse?

"Really?" He confirmed happily. "Great! Pick you up at 7:00?"

I nodded. "Sure. Just don't get stuck in traffic on your way over!" I joked lamely.

Amazingly, Dean chuckled. "I'll try not to."

I nodded. "Okay, see you then."

"See you then."

And we both left. To go to our apartments.

We took a few steps and stopped.

Dean let out a bark of laughter. "We're both awkwardly going in the same direction now aren't we?"

I nodded. "Mm hmm. Because we live beside each other."

We started walking together again, heading up the flight of stairs to our floor. On the landing in the middle of the flight Dean stopped and turned to me.

"Maybe we can make the moment a little less awkward and maybe even take some awkwardness and worry out of the date later."

He had a mischievous glint in his eye that I will know to be on the lookout for next time.

He subtly shifted so that I was up against the wall and his body blocked me from continuing up the stairs. He leaned in toward me, resting an arm on the wall above my head, caging me in and making my heart hammer so hard against my ribs I was sure he had to be able to hear it.

Then his next words made it abruptly stop beating and I'm honestly not sure how I'm still alive.

"Can I kiss you goodnight ahead of time?"

I returned to my trusty fish imitation before croaking like a bullfrog. "You want to kiss me?"

As questions went, it wasn't a terribly intelligent one.

But Dean smiled and nodded, eyes flickering to my lips. "Since the moment I first saw you walking into your apartment."

I felt my face flush, so I can add blushing to the list of schoolgirl actions this man has brought back into my life along with writing in a diary and squeeing a whole lot.

I shook my head. "Wow. That's quite a line."

"Not a line." He denied. "It was about two months ago, not long after I moved in. You were coming home after work and I was headed out. You had your purse, some kind of giant binder, and a bag of takeout in your hands and you were fighting with your keys and cursing loudly at them."

He chuckled and the sound made my stomach swoop. I dropped my gaze from his, trying to get myself under control.

I tried for a nonchalant tone. "You remember me because I got pissy with my keys?"

With his forefinger he tipped up my chin so I was forced to look up at him again.

"Actually," he said with a wolfish grin. "I think it was the short black skirt and F-bombs that stuck with me."

He dipped his head incredibly close to mine, his deep voice causing my stomach muscles to clench low in my belly. "There's something incredibly sexy about such dirty words coming out of such a pretty mouth." He plucked my bottom lip with his thumb. "Very memorable."

I stared at his plush lips and nodded. "I know the feeling." I said, breathless.

And then he was kissing me.

Fuck. I wasn't wrong. He uses that goddam mouth like a weapon.

He sort of nibbled at the corners of my mouth at first and then pressed his closed mouth against mine, applying pressure gently at first and then increasing it slowly.

So slowly that by the time he was finally pushing his tongue against my lips, I was desperate to feel him invade my mouth and opened to him immediately.

He tasted like mint and honey.

Every sweep of his tongue was absolutely delicious, and he could have kept me pinned to that wall for days and I would have been just fine with it.

I honestly couldn't tell you if I kissed him back, or just stood there and let him ravage my mouth.

But I have to imagine that whatever I did he liked it, because I have the very distinct memory of the sound of his moans, soft at first but increasingly ragged and deep as he slanted his mouth over mine again and again.

Finally though (absolutely NO idea how long we stood there!) he pulled back and buried his face in my neck (which was a whole other level of shivers and heat running up and down my body!) before he stepped away and tugged my hand, leading me up the other half of the stairs.

When we got to my door he waited beside me while I unlocked my door just as though he really had kissed me goodnight.

I opened my door and turned back to him. "I'll see you in a few hours." I was once again all blushes.

He didn't help when he leaned close and pressed a feather light kiss to my temple.

"Looking forward to it."

He smiled again as he walked backwards towards his apartment and I ducked into the sanctuary of my own.

That was about an hour ago and now I have to start getting ready.

What the fuck am I supposed to wear?

Jesus Christ, I'm perpetually thirteen years old when it comes to this man.

I kinda like it.

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[quiltedgold]

study buddies - leorio p.

pairing: leorio paladiknight x f!reader

wc: 1.9k

genre: smut. 18+ pretty please

contains: smut, unprotected sex, switch!leorio, switch!reader, college-age, handjob, yada yada

notes: this has not been proofread so forgive any mistakes. my friend saw a tiktok art this concept and inspired me to write this. also the empty leorio smut tag made me sad, so. enjoy :p

As you approached the door of your apartment, you dug in your bag for your keys, and… Nothing. No metal against your fingertips or jangling sounds from the depths of the backpack.

Damn it. No way you forgot them in Leorio’s apartment. You two had been studying for so long, and you were positive you had gathered up all your things from the table before heading out…

After one last sweep of your backpack, you were positive. No keys.

Sighing, you turned to make the trek back across campus to Leorio’s place. It wasn’t too far, a fifteen minute walk, ten if you hurried. Hopefully he was still up.

Before long, you were back at the entrance to his apartment complex. Grabbing your phone, you dialed him up and waited as it rang, then went to voicemail. Ah, maybe he was in the shower? No matter, you had a spare key to his place in case of emergencies, and he for yours. He wouldn’t mind if you used it to grab what you needed and got out of there. Fishing it out of your bag, you unlocked the door and headed up to his floor.

Rapping twice on the door, you called out- “Hey, Leorio? It’s me, I forgot something…”

No reply.

Frowning, you slotted the key into the lock and eased the door open, hoping he wasn’t asleep.

Before you saw him, you heard him. Quick, ragged breaths, and the wet, unmistakable sound of… Oh, god.

He was splayed on the couch, his legs spread and his sweatpants loose around his thighs. His head was thrown back against the cushions, facing towards the door, and you. His face was twisted in pleasure, his teeth digging into his lower lip. His sunglasses were nowhere to be seen.

The sounds you heard were coming from his hand wrapped around his dick, rapidly fisting it into his palm. As you watched, his hips stuttered upwards once, and he threw his head back even further, letting out a whine, adam’s apple bobbing up his throat. He looked absolutely debauched.

Your brain battled with your desires, respect for your friend warring with the thoughts raging through your head.

Just when you thought you could work up the courage to leave, Leorio moaned your name in the most breathless, needy tone you’d ever heard from him, followed by a whiny, “Fuck, y/n, please-”

Your feet were immediately frozen to the floor, heart leaping into your throat. Your common sense told you to scram, to shut the door quietly and let him have his privacy and forget this ever happened, for both of your sakes’.

But the other part of you was louder. The part who knew that you’d been lusting after your friend for months, the part who’s encouraged the urge to crawl into his lap and kiss him breathless and more each time you hung out to study, but always been stifled… until now. That part of you made your brain kick into gear again.

You stepped quietly inside, shutting the door behind you, kicking off your shoes and placing your bag on the ground.

You padded over to the couch, face heating up with anticipation as you got closer.

“Leorio…” you whispered, and his eyes flew open, letting out a choked gasp. The hand around his dick halted its ministrations, and he scrambled to pull his sweatpants back up.

“Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry, I, I thought you had left-”

“If you were so pent up, you could have asked for my help,” you hummed, gently pushing his hand away from his sweatpants. “What else is a study buddy for?”

Leorio gulped, desperately searching your eyes for confirmation that his actions weren’t wrong, that you meant what you were saying. His pupils were still blown with pleasure, sweat beaded across his forehead.

You trailed your fingers up his thigh, ghosting the base of his dick.

“Need some help?” you asked, holding his gaze for affirmation.

“Yes, please, god, yes. I- I need you so bad, please,” he moaned, bucking his hips up into your featherlight touch.

Smiling, you retracted your hand and fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt instead. “I want you to show me how you were doing it,” you requested.

Gasping, he grabbed his cock again and began pumping it, screwing his eyes shut with pleasure and perhaps shame.

“Tell me what you think about when you do it,” you said, sliding a hand beneath his shirt.

“You, always you,” he moaned without hesitation. “Kissing you, eating you out, f-fucking you, nngh-” He cut himself off as your fingers circled his nipple.

“Keep going,” you teased.

“Oh, god. You, sucking my- my cock, under the table or in the shower, or- fuck!” He jolted as you gave his nipple a pinch. “Please, I want you to… I want-”

“Want me to jerk you off?” You offered.

“Yes,” he answered, gasping.

With a devilish grin, you slid onto the couch next to him and tucked yourself into his side, placing your hand atop his on his cock, entangling your fingers and leading the pace, purposefully slowing it down. You moved with long, slow strokes, squeezing lightly at the base and tracing your thumb against the tip. He was painfully hard, beads of precum oozing from the angry red tip, and his hips bucked up with every especially hard squeeze.

“Fuck,” he garbled. “Fuck, y/n, it’s so good, please, I need to… I need to c-come, please-”

“Go ahead, Leorio,” you purred. “Come for me.”

With a strangled moan, his hips jutted upwards one last time and cum spurted from his tip, painting both of your knuckles’ white. Each pulse of liquid sent a jolt up his cock, and you squeezed it lightly as he rode out the bulk of his orgasm.

As he wound down, panting, you lifted your hand from his dick and brought it to your mouth, making sure he watched as you lapped up his salty substance from each finger. His eyes, already lidded, darkened with desire.

Flitting your gaze down again to his length, you saw that, unbelievably, it was still hard.

“Y/n,” he rasped. “Let me fuck you. Please.”

It was all you could do to nod before he flipped you over, back pressed into the cushions and head against the arm of the couch. In the blink of an eye, he had your shirt and skirt off, leaving you in simply the matching set of lingerie you’d worn in the event that this was an outcome of tonight’s study session.

Leaning back on his heels, he raked his eyes across your figure, admiring each inch, squeezing the base of his cock again with the sight of you.

Struck with a wave of self-consciousness, you pressed your thighs together and turned your head into the armrest, face burning.

Leorio tsked, “Don’t get shy now, not after you just jerked me off on my own couch,” he growled, slotting his knee in between your thighs to force them apart. Running a finger along your covered slit, he stopped when he reached your heat, pressing lightly then bringing his finger up to examine.

“Oh, my god, you’re soaking,” he groaned, sucking his finger into his mouth to lap your juices clean. He leaned down to capture you in a kiss, hungrily sucking at your lower lip and dipping his tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and something that normally would have disgusted you only served to turn you on further as your tongues pressed against each other. You kissed hungrily for several moments, until the heat burning down below became too much to bear.

“Please, fuck me,” you moaned into his ear, looping your arms around his neck. “I can’t wait any longer, please.”

Nodding, Leorio wasted no time, shoving your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your entrance. Even the touch of his tip against your hole had both of you groaning, and he met your gaze and held it as he pushed his length all the way in. You wailed, wrapping your legs around his trim waist and trying everything to pull him closer, deeper.

His cock stretched your walls deliciously, filling you perfectly and making you wonder how you could have ever lived without this.

After his pelvis pressed flush against yours, his length as deep as humanly possible, he paused to give you time to adjust. Time held still, your breathing synched, his head dropped against your shoulder and pressing openmouthed kisses against your collarbone, light sideburns scratching gently against your jawline.

Then the moment was over, and he pulled out entirely, just the tip remaining. You almost cried at the loss, but he thrusted back into your heat before you could procure the sound.

The pace he set was breakneck, cock slamming into your tight hole, his moans echoing in your ear. What should have been too much only fanned the flames of your lust, throwing your head back with each thrust and crying his name and an assortment of obscenities.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Leorio groaned, breathless. “Ever since you came to my place in that short-ass skirt and kept uncrossing your legs in front of me, god-”

His hands gripped your waist for dear life as he fucked into you, the size of them deliciously large compared to your frame, his thumbs practically touching. Leorio’s fingers pressed shadows into the soft of your stomach, undoubtedly leaving marks by the end of the night; which you couldn’t find it in yourself to be unhappy about.

“Remember that?” He asked, rolling his hips in a way that made you squeal. “I was convinced you were doing it to- nngh- to tease me. By the end of the night I was this close to bending you over the table and taking you right there, shit.”

Catching his breath, he leaned down to hiss in your ear. “But I guess that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Little slut.”

Fuck. You wailed at that, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Your fingers scrabbled for purchase against his back, likely leaving scratches against its tan expanse.

He groaned, speeding up the pace of his thrusts, cock insatiably hot and thick inside you. “Y/n, I’m close- want you to come with me, c’mon-”

Thankfully, the incessant slapping of his balls against your ass, pelvis rubbing against your clit, and his length reaching impossible centers within your cunt was sending you dangerously close to the edge.

“Please, Leorio, I need it, I need you, please-”

“Fuck, baby, I’m c-coming, where d’you- where do you want it-”

“Inside, inside-” you gasped without thinking, and he buried his cock inside you one last time, groaning as thick spurts of white painted your walls. The feeling of his cum inside you sent you over the edge, arching your back and sending your eyes rolling back into your skull as your orgasm racked your body, fireworks of pleasure radiating through each appendage. You gripped his damp hair for purchase as you rode out your climax, and he huffed against your throat, arm muscles rippling as their strength faded.

Both of you panted as you came down from your respective highs. Rolling off you, Leorio collapsed at your side, hands trailing over your heaving chest.

With a puff of laughter, you turned your head to meet his eyes, now droopy and satisfied as they gazed into yours.

You grinned softly. “I should forget my keys over here more often.”

[fireinmoonshot]

SPIDER | BUCKY BARNES x READER | PART ONE

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR TFATWS EPISODE 3 ONWARDS.

PART ONE OF ? Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to make of you when he meets you. You’re friends with Sharon, and you seem pretty easy to read on the surface. But the more time he spends with you, the more he seems to uncover, and the more he becomes tangled in the web you unwittingly weave.  Pairing: female!Reader x Bucky Barnes Fandom: Marvel / The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Word Count: 1,138 Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER EPISODE 3 ONWARDS A/N: Title is taken from the song Spider by Hoshi! The lyrics really inspired me for the dynamic between reader x Bucky in this one. This does contain spoilers for Episode 3 of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier and it will probably contain more as the parts go on. I’m not sure how many parts there will be at this point, I’ll just see how I go! Please let me know how you enjoy it and I’ll try and get the second part up relatively soon!

Bucky specifically makes sure he doesn’t look at you for too long just so he can avoid the teasing from Sam – because he knows Sam will tease him. Sam always teases him. He also avoids looking at you for too long because he’s worried you’ll catch him and he’ll have to explain himself. He’s not good at explaining himself.

From where you’re sat across from him in your and Sharon’s apartment, you cross your legs and take a long sip of your drink. Zemo has made himself at home, Sam and Sharon are having a conversation by the wardrobe and Bucky is sat on the couch looking more uncomfortable than you’ve ever seen anyone sit before.

“We don’t bite, you know?” You say.

He looks at you for a second. “You’re funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be. I’m telling the truth. Sharon and I – we genuinely don’t bite. And that couch doesn’t either, it’s actually rather comfortable.”

Bucky narrows his eyes at you. You smile.

He doesn’t know what to make of you and it bothers him.

When Sharon had found them in Madripoor and essentially saved their lives, Bucky hadn’t expected to see her, let-alone see her with someone else. In the time it’d taken you to get back to your apartment Sharon had explained the basics. You’d met accidentally one night when you were both on the run from different people. A friendship had been struck and you’d been by each others sides ever since, saving each others asses on a nearly daily basis. The blip had taken the both of you, but when you came back things were just the same, if not stronger.

Sharon crosses the room and sits down rather comfortably on the couch next to Bucky. You smirk at the difference in their posture and Bucky flashes a glance at you once more, and thankfully you don’t catch him.

“Karli Morgenthau and at least seven others have taken the serum,” Sam sits down on the chair beside you, ignores Bucky’s comment about your best friend and instead, focuses on the situation at hand.

“You guys really should steer clear of all of this… for your own safety.”

Sam shakes his head. You’ve only known him personally for a matter of hours, but it’s clear to you that he’s the type of man who never backs down. You find it easy to trust people like him. “We know it’s a risk but we’re not gonna leave until we find the person who cracked the code.”

Bucky speaks up. “We got a name. Wilfred Nagel.”

You recognise the name. Sharon meets your eyes and you can see the apprehension in her face. “Nagel works for the Power Broker.” She stands up and goes to get her drink. The protective instincts you feel for her nearly make you stand up and order the three men out of your apartment, though you truly doubt they’d listen. You and Sharon have been through too much to get yourselves tangled up in more, right?

“We need your help, Sharon,” Sam starts again. “I can get your name cleared.”

Unintentionally, you suck in a harsh breath. Bucky looks at you, the only one in the room who seems to have noticed your intake of breath. He notices that you’re tense now, no longer comfortably slumped in your chair. He also notices that the grip you have on your glass is much tighter.

Sharon raises an eyebrow. “You haggling with my life?”

“Not like that.”

“I don’t buy that. You pretending like you can clear my name.”

“Okay, maybe it is hypocrisy. Maybe you’re right. What happened to you. But I’m willing to try if you are,” Sam stood up and walked over to Sharon. “They cleared the bionic staring machine, and he killed almost everybody he’s met.”

“I heard that.” He speaks without looking away from you, not caring that he’s living up to Sam’s nickname. You don’t notice.

“I don’t trust charity.”

“Okay, a deal, then. You help us out and I get your name cleared.”

Your grip on the glass tightens as you watch Sharon sigh and reach out a hand to shake Sam’s extended one. Bucky, at this point, is surprised that the glass hasn’t shattered, but then again – you’re not a super soldier, and the glass is pretty thick.

Sharon lets go of Sam’s hand. “Well, I sell to some pretty connected people. Lay low, enjoy the party. Try to stay out of trouble. I’ll see what I can find.”

You’re on your feet in seconds, putting your glass down a little too heavily on the table and walking out of the room after her. Bucky is smart enough to put two and two together as Sam comes and sits back down.

“Only Sharon’s name?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“What? I don’t know her friend. She’s barely said a word. We know Sharon. Her friend could be anyone. We’re not in the business of trusting people we don’t know. Not when this much is at stake.”

Bucky looks across at the glass you’d left on the table. “You’re judging people based off of first impressions now?”

“Don’t you?”

Bucky can’t bring himself to reply to that. He stands and wanders over to one of the windows that overlooks the city and the streets below. He pretends he’s looking out at the view, but he doesn’t see anything except for his reflection staring back at him darkly. He does. He did. He judged you, and then he judged Sam for doing the same thing. He shakes his head and turns back around.

“Let’s just get this damn party over with and find Nagel. I want to get out of here.”

He’s about to walk back over to Sam when you come downstairs. You grab your coat from the coat rack by the door and tug it on, pulling the hood up over your head. Sharon is nowhere to be seen and Bucky has a bad feeling your conversation hadn’t ended well.

“If anything the three of you are doing is going to end up hurting her, I’d rethink your plans.” You take a moment to look around the room and Bucky could have sworn your gaze lingered a little longer on him.

And then you’re gone, disappearing out the door without another word. Bucky ignores the tug deep in his stomach that pulls him to follow you and stays firmly rooted to the spot.

Sam frowns. “See? I knew something weird was up with her.”

***

Bucky doesn’t see you at the party that night. He looks, though. He spends too long looking. He sees Sharon talking to several people, he sees Zemo dancing and wishes he could erase the sight from his mind. But he doesn’t see the one person he doesn’t realise he wants to see. You.

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Finding peace in your life

Everyone's always talking about finding peace in their lives. Let me ask you, is there chaos in your life? Is there always so much drama around you? You never get a minute's peace, and you wonder why life is doing this to you?

Is this you? Are you thinking you will never have peace?

I have to tell you, and you might like this, but because I'm not Willy Wonker, I do not sugar coat shit! Stand up and be accountable for your life. Peace is a choice. You choose to have peace in your life!

Simple, huh? Yes, you choose to have peace, but it is up to you.

I write a lot about choices because that is what life is all about. Yes, things will get thrown at you. Sometimes, life will absolutely suck, but life is not always going to be a bed of roses. So get over it. It is what it is. This is real life. Sorry to be so harsh, but sometimes the truth hurts.

But it's about how you chose (there is that word again) to deal with it, that will make or break you. I write every day. I write about my story, my ups and downs, and about what got me to where I am today. It was all my choice. My choice to be hard-headed, my choice to do drugs, and my choice to stay in an abusive marriage, and yes, it was eventually my choice to give my life to God. But it was only because I was broken and hurting. I was lost and dying inside, and I had nowhere else to turn. I chose to believe God and know that I could do it. I could walk away from drugs, from my old life and yes, even from my abusive marriage. Even when everyone, including my own mother, said I would never make it on my own.

I choose to be happy. I choose to be positive every day. I choose to have peace and joy in my heart. How do I do this? I let go, and I gave it all to God. I knew that I couldn't do this on my own. Look, what a mess I made of my life without him. I chose to pray and let God worry. See, nothing changes when you worry, absolutely nothing! So why do it then? When I realized that, I chose to no longer worry about anything.

I choose to be grateful each and every day, even when things are falling apart around me. Even in the face of the storm, I know he is there for me. I know I will be alright. This is a test, to see how great my faith is, or to teach me a lesson, but no matter what, I know it's not happening to me but for me and I know it will get better.

The bible talks about seasons. We all have seasons in our lives. We have wonderful seasons, and yes, we will have hard seasons. We will have to endure, but it's up to us to hold on to our faith, to keep praising and keep thanking him for what we do have.

I chose to live, to give him all the glory with all that I am because I know I will be alright. I chose not to complain about what I don't have and give thanks for what I do.

Oh, here's a big one that most people can't or won't do. I chose to change. To change me, change my bad habits, and change my surroundings. I even changed the people in my life, which was necessary to make my life more peaceful.

Sometimes change is tough, but without change, you will not get to your goals, your dreams, and your peace.

So today, my friends, you say you want a peaceful life? Here are the steps to help you get there, now it is your choice to do something about it.

Remember, you only have one shot, and life is too short, so choose wisely.

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HERE IN BROOKLYN

Summary: Stuck for the night in Brooklyn, New York, Y/N meets a stranger at the bar. At first it seemed like a one night stand, but the more time they spend together, the harder it is to let go.

Bucky Barnes x Reader. SMUT WARNING-unprotected sex, oral receiving male&female, and steamy hot.

A/N: hope you enjoy this one. I had a pleasure to writing this one. My inbox is open for anonymous requests.

“This can’t be happening right now!” Y/N exclaimed at the woman behind the desk. “When will the next flight be?”

This was the cherry on top of one of the worst weeks of her life. Her asshole of a boss sent her on a work trip to Brooklyn, New York, in the middle of winter. She worked as a marketing agent for a sales business. Earlier morning on this day, she pitched her strategies to a potential client. It was important because this was the last opportunity to prove herself to her boss. Unfortunately, they rejected her ideas and upon hearing the bad news, she was fired on the spot over the phone. So, here she was at the airport only trying to get back home.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, there’s nothing I can do,” the check-in clerk apologized to calm the frantic woman the best she could. “Because of the oncoming storm, all flights have been canceled until further notice. We will post new flights once we feel it’s safe.” She turned her attention elsewhere to help another customer.

Y/N stood there for a minute, dumbfounded, before storming away. “This is bullshit,” she muttered under her breath.

White powder fell from the sky, covering the ground in a blanket of snow. Icy, bitter air nipped at any exposed skin. Y/N could see the fog of her frustrated breaths. She tightened the thick coat around her as the snow quickened its pace. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the cold. Everything felt like it was crashing down on her. Finally, after waiting in the freezing snowfall, the headlights of the cab appeared in the distance.

• • • • •

Bucky laid there on the couch in his living room, listening to the low hum of the TV. All he wanted was to get some much-needed sleep. Whenever his eyes closed, instead of darkness, he would see memories of his past fill his mind. He’s seen a therapist. Any progress he makes, the doubts that whispered in his head held him back. It wasn’t going to be that easy, he knew that. Nothing he could do can change or erase what he’s done.

Instead of some shut-eye he grabbed his coat, and he found himself wandering outside in the cold. He made his way to the local bar down the street.

Bucky took a sip of the bitter liquid that calmed his nerves. Even though he couldn’t get drunk, he still enjoyed the taste and the burn in his throat. With enhanced hearing, his ears picked up the faint sound of boots walking to where he was sitting. In the corner of his eyes, he watched the woman sit down next to him.

“3 shots please,” she requested to the bartender, voice distressed. She choked one down as soon as they have been set down in front of her.

His head cocked to the side to get a better look. Her beauty struck him. She was absolutely breathtaking. Bloodshot eyes met his briefly. He noted the puffiness around the fragile skin as if she had been crying.

Bucky couldn’t help himself. He leaned over, so she could hear him over the loud music and voices. “Rough night?”

The second shot glass was raised up and she paused, looking at him. “Could be better,” she replied dryly. The clear liquid passed her lips. She cringed at the taste in her mouth.

“Yeah, mine too.” He took another sip of his beer. “Are you from around here?”

She shook her head. “I’m here for a business, or was,” she explained. “My boss fired me today because I didn’t get the contract... I was supposed to fly back home tonight until they canceled the flight. So now I’m here.”

Bucky’s face scrunched up at what she said. “Yeah. You’re night is much worse than mine. I’m sorry. That definitely sucks.” He swiveled the stool around that he sat on to face her and stuck out his human arm. “I’m Bucky.”

She looked down at his hand, hesitant at first, before placing hers in his. “Y/N.” She shifted in her seat to get a better look at him, she recognized him. “Wait a second, you’re the Winter Soldier. I’ve watched you on the news.” Y/N found him attractive. The long dark hair she’s seen him with on TV was cut short, and he had the most striking blue eyes she had ever seen.

Not being used to people recognizing him, he looked away. He was mostly afraid they would judge him for the bad things he did, instead of the good. “Which side of me have you seen?”

Y/N frowned at this. “Both. I like the good Bucky.” She drank down the last shot.

Bucky went to say something else but tensed up when her arm reached out, a hand grabbing on to his. Normally, he would freak out whenever someone touched him out of nowhere. That was then, so he relaxed.

She tugged on him. “We should go dance. This is my favorite song.”

At first, he stalled, staying in his seat. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. I don’t really dance.”

Y/N ignored his protests and continued to drag him on to the dance floor. She stumbled on her own feet, feeling fuzzy from the alcohol.

Bucky was a bit uncertain, but he followed her anyway. She swayed her hips to the beat with a grin on her face. He stood there, not knowing what to do, nor did he have any intentions to join her. That was until a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. On instinct, he placed his hands on her waist. He decided he needed to loosen up and live a little, mimicking her movements.

Y/N had a boost of confidence from the booze running through her veins. She pushed herself up on to her tippy-toes and pressed her lips on to his.

For a second he was frozen in shock. A rush of something unexplainable came over him, telling him to kiss her back. His palms moved to each side of her face as the kiss deepened. “Want to get out of here?” he asked against her lips. Y/N nodded, and that’s all it took for Bucky to lead her back out into the cold.

• • • • •

As soon as they made it inside of his apartment, she was against the wall, Bucky hot on her tail. Their mouths locked in an intense kiss. Bucky kicked the door closed with his foot as he moved his mouth roughly against hers. His human-hand was placed at the small of her back, guiding her hips to brush against him. Y/N panted for breath when he tore away to pepper her exposed neck with kisses, her head lolling to the side to give him better access.

Bucky had a sudden sense of nerves, causing him to pause his pursuit. “To be honest, I haven’t done this in a long time.” The words he spoke came out in shaky whispers.

She looked at him in a dazed way, her eyes filled with lust. “Do you want to stop?”

To answer her question, Bucky kissed her again. His tongue that wove into her accepting mouth found hers, and they danced together. He hoisted her up by her thighs, her legs wounding themselves around him. By the time they reached his bedroom, most of Y/N’s clothes were thrown every which way, leaving her in only her bra and underwear. Bucky’s mouth made a trail from her lips to her neck. His lips traveled further down to find the curve of one of her breasts. With ease, he popped the clasp of the undergarment and tossed it behind him. Y/N arches at the warmth of his tongue flicking against her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth. Teeth grazed the swollen bud while his hand massaged the other.

“You’re overdressed,” she said, breaking the silence. She gripped the bottom of his shirt. He lifted his arms to assist her.

For a second Bucky’s insecurities got to him and closed his eyes tight, scared of what she’ll think of his metal arm. But all his fears washed away when she didn’t even acknowledge it, pulling him closer towards her. Y/N’s hand found the zipper to his jeans and he kicked them off, his briefs following in the same direction.

He hooked his hands, one on her hip and one on her thigh. Before she knew it, she felt the dip of the bed under her weight as she sunk into the sheets. Their bodies pressed ever so close together, skin to skin. Lips locked, his fingers lacing into her hair. Once again, he let his lips wonder her body until they reached the spot where she wanted to feel them the most.

Hot breath brushed against her clothed core. A cool sensation ran along her slit. Without a warning, her thong was torn off. Light feather kisses littered the inside of her thighs.

A breathy moan seeped out when she finally felt his wet mouth encase her pussy. He suckled on the bundle of nerves. The flat of his tongue licked up in a slow motion. He wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. The cold feeling came back. She shivered in response as it pressed its way into her entrance. She twitched and writhed under his touch.

Tension rose inside her as she was reaching her peak. At the sound of her moans and motions of her squirming, the movements of his tongue on her clit quickened its pace. His metal fingers moved in a rhythmic motion inside her. She screamed out his name. Her orgasm washed into his mouth, and he sucked her clean.

Bucky crawled back up and kissed her, the taste of herself on his lips exciting her. She flipped them over, wanting to return the favor. Without wasting time, she took his rather large length in her mouth. Tongue flicked and circled around the head.

“Shit baby. That feels incredible,” he said through gritted teeth. His hands found themself tangled into her hair.

She bobbed up and down, massaging his balls. He quivered at the sensations he was feeling. Before he could let go just yet, he pulled her up and was back on top, his knee spreading her legs apart.

They shuddered in unison when the tip of his groin brushed against her entrance. Not being able to contain it any longer, he shoved the rest of his dick all the way inside as far as it could go. He groaned in pleasure at her wetness.

Bucky went slowly at first. He wanted to avoid hurting her, but she urged him to speed up. Her nails dug into his shoulders, crying in ecstasy. His breath fanned over the side of her face and bare skin.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he growled out in a hungry tone. He pounded in to her in fierce strokes. She felt extraordinary against him.

“Me too,” she moaned out, her eyes rolling back.

They both let out a series of almost animalistic moans, the rush of their release sending them into complete bliss. Bucky collapsed on top of her, propping himself up so he doesn’t crush her. He rolled to one side of the bed. Y/N followed him, her arm and leg slung over his torso. Bucky pressed a kiss to her temple, wrapping his arms around her too. The two laid there breathless, like they had the wind knocked out of them.

• • • • •

“Careful, it’s hot,” Bucky warned her, handing her a mug of steaming hot tea. He took a seat next to her on the couch with a cup for himself.

“Thanks.” She sighed at the warmth the mug gave off to her hands, the heat soothing her insides. They were fully dressed and shared a large blanket that bundled around them.

The rest of the night was spent sat on the couch together, talking and getting to know each other. Y/N spoke about small bits of her life, and he told her some things he remembered before he became the Winter Soldier, back when Captain America was his best friend. Soon enough, they both drifted off to sleep against each other. And for once, rather than nightmares, Bucky had pleasant dreams.

The weather cleared up the next day. Bucky and Y/N spent most of it wondering around Brooklyn. He showed her around to some of his favorite places.

Bucky quickly grew fond of Y/N. He felt at ease around her, which is something that he hasn’t experienced in a long time. Was it crazy to say it is love at first sight? The things he was feeling, he wished it would never go away. Everything about her made him crave and want more. The little quirks she did like her laugh and the way her eyes crinkled. And when she got shy, she would play with her hair. Y/N’s presence enticed him. The usual worries, the negative thoughts, and all else that beat at Bucky daily went away.

Y/N sensed it too. She saddened more when the day went by. Being around Bucky, she felt light on air as if she was floating and like she was on Cloud 9. There was something in her that was begging her to stay. It told her not to board that flight and go home. But she was afraid of being vulnerable so fast. She was also not used to change.

Later on, they found themselves at a park. Both sat down on a bench, watching families play on the snow and people all around them.

Bucky turned to her. Those steel-blue eyes that were starting to tug on the strings of her heart held sadness. “Do you really have to go?” he asked, his voice gloomy.

Y/N thought for a moment. She almost wanted to say no. “I should get back home.”

“Or you could stay,” he pushed. “You’d like it here and would be happier here. It’s New York. There are opportunities here, you could find a better job, and there’s me.”

Something rubbed her the wrong way. She stood up, whirling around to face him. “You only met me last night, and you already think you know what’s best for me?”

He was taken aback at her outburst. His hands went up in a defensive stance. “No, not at all,” he said quickly. “I’m sorry that you thought that. I just don’t want this to end.”

“You’re just being selfish. I’m sure there’s plenty of girls that you could pick up at the bar that I’m sure would be happy to have sex with you,” Y/N snapped out. Her own words surprised her. As soon as they left her mouth, she regretted them.

Bucky was confused at her words. “You assume that I picked you up at the bar just for sex? Is that what you think all of this was? And hey by the way, you’re the one who came on to me.”

Y/N jabbed at his chest. “Yeah, well, I was upset and had a bit to drink. I didn’t think it would go any further than this.” She wasn’t even upset at him. She honestly didn’t know why she was mad. Maybe it was the fact that .

The commotion stirred attention from a couple of bystanders as they watched the scene unfold.

“I’m not just some guy that uses girls. That’s not me at all,” he retorted back, standing up too.

Y/N became distraught and emotional. Her eyes watered with fresh tears. “It shouldn’t have gone further than it has. I’m supposed to move here all because you got caught in your feelings? Well, I did too. We have to say goodbye.”

“But it doesn’t have to end now. I feel something for once in the longest time.” Bucky felt his stomach turn. His fists balled at his side, clenching and unclenched.

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” she croaked out. “I can’t stay. I can’t change everything suddenly for you when we just met.” She turned on her heels and ran off, hurrying down the park. She waved down a nearby taxi.

Bucky just stood there watching what could be the start of his life drive away. The cab disappeared, and his head lowered. He felt stupid. He knew he was in the wrong. She had every right to feel and think like she did. At first, he thought about just forgetting it and going home. But he didn’t. He couldn’t let it go. “Fuck!” he blurted out loudly, scaring the surrounding individuals. He raced down the street and flagged down a taxi as well.

Y/N grabbed her stuff from the conveyor belt. She got there just in time. The plane that will take her home had just landed. Her mind was swirling with many emotions. She felt the guilt eat away at her for being mad at Bucky. She couldn’t blame him. He had been through so much. All he wanted was something good for once. She also wanted it so badly too. But her life isn’t here. She wasn’t about to put it on hold.

Before she could make another step forward, she felt a cold touch on her shoulder. Y/N recognized it as the metal arm that belonged to Bucky. He spun her around. She went to speak, but lost her train of thought when a pair of lips came crashing down on hers.

A few seconds into the kiss, Bucky pulled away. He placed his hands on either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. His eyes said everything. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, doll,” he whispered. “It wasn’t my intention to make you feel like you had to change your life. You’re right. I was being selfish. I just, I felt different around you. For once, when I’m around you I was at peace. All the worries and darkness that I have, is pushed aside. It felt so good to have a sense of freedom from the constant battle I have everyday. I didn’t want to lose that.”

Tears fell from Y/N’s eyes at his confession. His thumbs quickly swept them away. “I’m sorry too, for getting mad at you. I let my emotions and doubts get to me. I know you’ve been through a lot. I’m so grateful that I make you feel that way.”

He kissed her again, this time it was soft and full of promises. “You’ll come back, right?” he asked, hopeful.

Y/N smiled, nodding. “Yes. Yes, of course I will, Bucky. I promise.”

They shared one last kiss. It wasn’t a goodbye. It meant see you soon.

Y/N kept that promise.

• • • • •

She leaned against the window, looking out. The plane has just landed. Y/N gleamed with happiness and excitement. She couldn’t help the smile that lit up her face.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to JFK Airport. It is 7:43 pm and 60 degrees out.’

Her happy thoughts drowned out the rest of what the captain was saying. It was the end of March. The snow has melted away. Here she was, back in New York.

Bucky sat at the bar, beer in hand. His mind wandered with delight. He couldn’t stop thinking about it all day today and yesterday. Mid-sip, his extraordinary hearing, his ears perked up at the sound of heels approaching him.

“Rough night?”

His lips curved up in a grin. That voice was something he was impatiently waiting to hear again. Setting the bottle down, he swung around. There she was. The woman who has not left his mind ever since they met stood right in front of him.

“Actually, my night just became even better,” he spoke. The grin on his face broke out into the dorkiest smile.

Y/N’s matched his. “I have some good news to share.”

He arched his brow in response.

She sat down on the stool next to him. “I got an internship,” she began to say. “And if they like me enough, a permanent job. Here in New York to be exact.”

Bucky’s heart swelled, as if it was going to burst out of his chest. He reached over and kissed her. Oh, how much he missed those addicting lips. He pulled away. “That is wonderful. I’m so happy for you. Congratulations, Doll.”

“The good thing is that the people I’m working with I’ve personally worked with in the past,” she said. “So it’s almost a guarantee.”

“Well, we need to celebrate. How about I take you on a proper date?”

Y/N’s heart soared. “I can’t say no to that.”

This was the beginning of a new start for both of them, together.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction | Injured and Don’t Tell Them [Request]

Chan:

He was away on tour so when it happened you saw no reason to tell him about it, you never thought he would know since he was going to be on the tour longer than you were going to have the cast on your leg. It wasn't like he would see it in the video calls either so you were all set to hide it from him. There had only been one thing you hadn't taken into account and that was STAY finding out about your leg and telling Chan about it in Vlives and through twitter - you knew he was always on twitter despite telling you that he didn't have a fake twitter account.

"Baby!" You laughed as his face popped up onto your laptop screen but he wasn't the usual smiling and happy Chan he always was whenever he called you. He looked really angry and annoyed about something,

"One of the boys wake you up again?" You laughed nervously but he folded his arms across his chesr to let you know he was serious about this.

"Do you have something to tell me?" His tone of voice made you feel like you were in trouble with someone at school but you shook your head.

 "So your leg isn't in a bright blue cast right now?" You looked down at your leg which wasn't in a blue one,

 "No, it's in a pink one." You tried to joke with him but you could tell by the look on his face he wasn't impressed with you,

"Why didn't you tell me?" You sat back against the seat and shrugged your shoulders,

"I didn't think it was a big deal, the cast will be off before you're even home-"

"Not a big deal?! Y/n! You've hurt yourself! I'm your boyfriend I'm supposed to know these things," He didn't mean to yell at you but he wanted to be the one you called when anything ever went wrong,

"You're supposed to call me when something happens." You looked at the pout on his lips and felt bad,

"You were on the other side of the world what were you going to do? Fly home?" You laughed softly trying to lighten the mood and it worked but he still wasn't happy about it,

"I could have called you so you weren't alone in the hospital." He groaned looking at the cast as you angled the laptop for him to see it.

"I have another four weeks left, so you might just get to sign it before it comes off." You smiled at him and he shook his head at you questioning you on how you'd done it in the first place.

Minho:

It had been weeks since it happened and you hadn't told Minho about it because there was no reason to, you'd fallen over and grazed your knee up after chasing Jeongin around while playing hide and seek in one of the huge venues they were playing in. You'd both been bored and decided it would be fun, what was not fun was slipping over a wire and crash landing on the floor where you'd scraped all your leg.

"Do you remember your face when you fell?!" Jeongin laughed loudly recounting the story Chan who was wondering why all the plasters in the dorms were going missing all of the time.

"Hyung you should have seen their face, Y/n slipped but- Ugh I wish I'd had my phone-"

"Y/n slipped?" Minho came out of nowhere, he was supposed to be at the JYP building practising and you jumped a little as he rubbed your shoulders gently,

"A couple of weeks ago it was nothing." You whispered trying to pass it off but Jeongin began the story again and Minho just stared at you wondering why you hadn't told him any of it had happened.

"I didn't want you to laugh at me." You groaned as he sat down beside you, he rolled your trousers up to look at your leg. It wasn't anything bad, a couple of cuts and bruises nothing major.

"You're supposed to tell me these things." He whispered he was more hurt that you'd kept something from him than anything else and he just looked at you.

"I'm sorry, I just really didn't think it was that big a deal, it was just a small slip up." You laughed thinking about it and then you began to tell Minho about the way you slipped,

"I don't think it was funny, it hurt." You faked a groan and he shook his head at you wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

Changbin:

"PUT IT DOWN!" You screamed as Jisung began chasing you around the dorms with one of the sofa pillows, you'd accidentally thrown a pair of socks in his direction when you were aiming for Jeongin and from there it turned into a pillow fight.

"You come any closer and I will scream this building down." You cried out backing against the wall, you had nowhere to go since he'd cornered you next to the dorms bedrooms and the wall.

"Jisung please!" You pleaded, he lowered the pillow to lure you into a false sense of security,

"Thank you, now that-" The pillow flew upwards at a force Jisung had no control over and slapped you in the nose causing you to yell out in pain.

"Fuck!" You screamed hands clamping over your nose as you felt the pain shoot through your face and then a drop of blood hit the floor.

"Language," Felix joked coming out of his room to see what all of the yellings was about when he saw you nose bleeding pretty badly while Jisung began freaking out about hurting you.

"Tissues!" You tried to mumble out but got a mouthful of metal taste as the blood dripped onto your lips, Felix rushed over clutching a kitchen roll, roll in his hands as he ripped some off to hand to you.

(X)

Changbin came in later that night with a smile on his face, you and Jisung had decided it was better not to tell him about the incident. It would only make him worry about something that didn't need to be worried about, it was just an accident anyway so it wasn't a big deal.

"How was your day handsome?" You greeted as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your lips softly,

"My day was good, how was yours?" He asked walking with you towards the sofa and sitting down beside you.

"It was good, me and the boys played video games most of the day and then I went to get us all some food." You looked at him while he began to tell you about his day at the studio with Chan and Seungmin.

"We were about to-"

"Y/n! Did your nose finally stop bleeding?!" You stared over at Felix who had just walked into the dorms holding up your favourite tub of ice cream - he'd gone to get it for you with Jisung to try and cheer you up.

"Your nose was bleeding?!" Changbin sounded panicked already and Felix groaned wanting the dorm wall to open up and suck him into it so he wouldn't have to be a part of this.

"It was an accident-"

"Who did it?" He stood up ready to defend you against whoever had been the one to make your nose bleed,

"Jisung but it was an accident! We were just having a pillow fight and it got out of hand." You placed your hands on his arms and he relaxed a little turning down to look at you.

"You okay though right?" You nodded our head at him, promising him it was nothing major and that you didn't want to tell him because you didn't want to worry him.

Hyunjin:

It was one of the smallest bumps ever, you'd been crossing the road and the car came out of nowhere hitting your leg and knocking you onto the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" Someone said as they came rushing out of their car and over to you, bending down to help you stand up asking for you to take their details but you reassured them that it was nothing and that you would be fine.

"It was just a bump." You laughed walking away from the scene and going up to see Hyunjin at the dorms. By the time you'd gotten into the apartment Chan had just seen the video of you getting hit by the car, there had been STAY watching the entire thing with a close look.

"Hyunjin," You breathed as he rushed over to you, you thought hr was going to hug you but he began checking you over trying to make sure you were okay.

"What are you doing?" You laughed when you heard the video playing, you looked up to see a phone in Chan's hand as he replayed the video for everyone to see, you groaned looking at Hyunjin who was mumbling something in Korean to you as he looked you over.

"Hyunjin I'm not that good at Korean, speak slowly." You begged him but he just stared at you and shook his head,

"It was a small bump!"

"You got hit by a car!" He yelled back in the same tone of voice that you had used and you rolled your eyes at him as he sat you down on the sofa,

"You'll feel it in the morning," Chan warned you wanted Hyunjin the ice he wanted for your leg,

"Hyunjin I'm fine-" He glared at you placing down the bag of ice on the side of your leg where the car had hit you, it was obvious you weren't going to get away with passing this off as if it wasn't a huge deal when to Hyunjin it was. Whether it was a small bump or not you still got hurt and he wanted to be the good boyfriend and look after you.

Jisung:

"Hey, you wanna come in?" You asked loudly while you were dancing around your apartment, you'd been cleaning all day getting ready for Jisung to come over for a movie night. It was the first time in weeks you would get to spend some alone time together and you were excited, you'd been dying to see him. As you were cutting up ingredients for the dinner you were making Back Door came on so you had to start dancing along to it but you hadn't taken into account that while doing the choreography you should have put the knife down as you ended up cutting your stomach as you tried to replicate one of the moves.

"Ah fuck," You hissed looking at your new shirt, you'd only bought it last week and now it had a hole on it as well as a little blood. You rolled your eyes at yourself putting the knife into the sink to clean it while you went to change and clean up the small graze along your stomach.

(X)

You weren't going to tell Jisung because it wasn't a big deal if you'd actually stabbed yourself then maybe you would have told him but it was no big deal. Just a small cut that everyone had done at some point in their lives.

"Food smells great baby," He chuckled coming up behind you and squeezing you, you closed your eyes tightly ignoring the pain it because on the small cut.

"Good I put my blood sweat and tears into it." He didn't understand why you were laughing so hard at the small joke but he sat down at the table,

"What happened to your shirt, by the way, I went to change and it was in the bin?" You sat down in front of him handing him the plate of food.

"I nicked myself when I was cutting up the vegetables for dinner, no big deal," He started laughing as he finally understood what you meant by ''blood sweat and tears.''

"You were dancing again, weren't you?" He knew you to well to know it wasn't just an accident, you had to have been doing something else while you were cutting up the vegetables.

"What?! No, don't be- Yes." You couldn't lie to him and he started laughing harder as he thought about you dancing around the kitchen with a knife in your hand.

"Carry on and I'll make sure you eat alone." You pouted but he continued to laugh harder.

Felix:

You were helping Chan in his new studio, he'd finally been given one of his own so he wouldn't have to carry everything around on one laptop anymore and he was installing some shelves up on the wall.

"Make sure the brackets are lined up at the holes." He warned you as you held up the shelve in front of you. Once everything was in place and you had a good grip on it he began drilling into the wallplugs that you'd put in.

"All done." You wiggled the shelve a little to make sure it was stable and then as you went to place your hand on the wall you brushed your skin over the freshly screwed screw and screamed out in shock. A burning sensation shocked you as you looked down at your hand to see a star-like shape on your hand where the screw had burn you.

"I forgot to warn you! Here!" Chan panicked looking around for something cold for you to press onto the skin, the only thing coming to hand was a can of ice-cold soda so he pressed it into your hand and began rushing you out of the studio and towards one of the bathrooms on that floor to run your skin under a hot tap.

"Don't tell Felix." You said in unison as the tap began running freezing cold water onto your skin cooling it instantly. If you told Felix he would have done nothing but worry and go into over-protective boyfriend mode/ nurse mode and he wouldn't focus on anything except for you.

(X)

"That's what I told him!" You laughed at Jisung as you reached out your chopsticks to take some more noodles from the centre of the table,

"What happened to your hand Y/n?" You drew your hand back as Felix questioned the bandage that was around your hand, Chan had taken you to see someone in the JYP building who advised you kept it covered for a couple of days,

"Nothing, it's a style." Your voice went up in pitch as you lied to him and he took your hand unwrapping it, you didn't even fight him because you knew it was useless too.

"How did-"

"I pressed my hand down against a hot screw when I was helping Chan in the studio," You hissed as he touched the small burn on your hand and then looked at Chan,

"Hyung why didn't you-"

"Because you would do nothing but worry about me." You laughed softly as his brows knitted together looking at the scar that was no doubt going to be there for a while,

"I do not-"

"Every time they get hurt Lix you're always there..." Jisung admitted making Felix look at you as you nodded slowly you found it cute but it wasn't what you needed or what he needed, he had to focus on himself especially with comeback season coming.

Seungmin:

The boys were all out for the day and you decided to stay at the dorms since you were feeling a little under the weather, you'd spent the last half of your day curled up in Seugmin's bed with movies and video games but you were starting to feel hungry so you wanted to venture into the kitchen. You went to get out of the bed but before you could even grasp what was happening to you, you slipped off the bed landing face-first on the floor, twisting your ankle and damaging your wrist in the process. You let out a loud groan as you tried to move your wrist but found it almost impossible without hurting yourself even more,

"No, no, don't be broken." You whimpered shifting on the floor so you were sitting up and looking at your wrist, you got up from the floor and limped into the kitchen to get a bag of frozen peas to put on your ankle and a bag of frozen sweetcorn for your wrist.

(X)

Laughter filled the dorms as everyone made their way inside,

"Hey boys!" You didn't get up from the sofa, your ankle was still in pain and your wrist was still hurting.

"How was your day?" Jisung jumped down onto the floor beside the sofa and you began talking to him when Felix sat down beside you landing on your ankle, you whimpered looking at him with tear-filled eyes.

"Why is there a bag full of defrosted peas in the sink?" Minho called out but Felix had uncovered your ankle showing off the bruise to everyone.

"I think I know why," You hissed out as Seungmin rushed over looking at the swollen ankle and then to your face as you let tears roll down your cheeks.

"What happened?!" He panicked looking at you and then to the ankle again, this was why you hadn't planned on telling him it had happened. Not only had it been embarrassing but he would do nothing but be over-protective with you now.

"I fell off the bed," Jisung laughed but soon stopped when he got glared at by both you and Seungmin,

"My leg got caught up in all of the blankets and I just sort of slipped and fell onto the floor." You had to admit it was a little funny now you were saying it out loud to someone else but Seungmin wasn't laughing, he was looking around for a first aid kit to get your ankle bandaged up.

IN:  

"I told you not to tell him." You said to Minho as he walked into the doctor's office, you'd passed out backstage and despite telling Minho it was no big deal, that you'd just gotten a little tired he dragged you along to see a doctor and called Jeongin after you begging for him not to.

"He was going to find out sooner or later," He defended his actions and you rolled your eyes holding your head. As you went down you'd smacked it onto one of the speakers and the doctor advised you to stay overnight while they could watch over you to make sure you didn't have a concussion.

"You weren't going to tell me you seriously hurt yourself?!" Minho dipped out of the room as your boyfriend sat down beside you on the bed and you sighed at him.

"It wasn't serious, it was a small bump and I am fine." You sat up ignoring the dizziness you were feeling and laid your head on his shoulder, he linked his hands with you and shook his head.

"Minho saw you go down and hit your head, what if someone wasn't there?!" You squeezed his hand to try and make him relax a little,

"He was there though, and I'm fine. I was just tired and too hot back there that's all." You reassured him kissing his cheek as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed. You wanted to go home but if the doctors and Jeongin were going to have their way you were going to have to stay there all night, even if you did feel fine.

"If I'm staying here you have to stay with me. I'm not being alone in this place." You mumbled looking around, doctors gave you the goosebumps and he nodded at you jumping down from the bed so you could lay down and get some rest.

A/N: I’m not even going to lie I have done Jisung’s, Seungmins, Hyunjin’s and Felix’s, I stabbed myself at college when I was cutting something and trying to dance, I fell off my bed the other day because my leg was caught in the trimming of the pillow and I burnt myself putting in my new Kpop shelve. Hyunjins was when I was walking to college, I got hit by a car and just kept walking to class

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[sebsbrokentoe]

Your Bucky

A/N: i was on a roll last night and started writing this immediately after my last one. ALSO THIS CAN BE EXTREMELY TRIGGERING TO SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN IN AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, SO PLEASE READ THE TAGS CAREFULLY AND DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED BY SUCH TOPIC. gif credits to owner.

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warnings: mentions of abusive relationship, therefore themes of domestic abuse, angst. also bucky is not the abuser, italics are meant to be when reader is referencing her ex,  shitty ex and family and bestfriend!bucky

AGAIN PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED. I apologise if i missed any tags, so please tell me if i do. 

You tend to blame yourself if something happened or if he was mad, so he wouldn’t take it out on you so you shouldered the blame. You should’ve listened to everyone when they said he was bad news but you thought you could change him, turns out you weren’t meant to be in the business of changing someone. You were too naive and young and eager to be in love. You wanted someone to be there for you, to love you, to support you, and in a way you got that for a while until you stepped out of line. Then you discovered there were consequences when you did that and the consequences were never something you could tell to someone else. His excuse was that people wouldn’t understand your relationship and mistake it for abuse, while he’d say it was him expressing his love for you and love hurts. 

So you stayed, you fell for it, thinking it was a one-time thing and it was nothing, he was just in a bad mood, but he had bad moods a lot. And every time he’d say, “ I’m sorry you should know better than to anger me, baby, there’s always a consequence”. And every time you shrivel back and whisper I’m sorry over and over again to seek his forgiveness. 

He’d forget about it the next day and cover it up when you go to see his family as if they had no clue what was going on. He didn’t even try with his excuses, just that oh ‘she fell down the stairs’, but you lived in a one-story apartment, and they’d nod their heads and say be careful next time. 

However you could never make excuses for your best friend, Bucky, so you stopped talking to him, you stopped seeing him altogether, also for the fact that you knew there would be consequences if you were friends with a guy, or with anyone. 

You’ve been running for what seems like miles now, not turning back to even catch a glimpse of anything behind you, fearing he’d go home to see you missing and start looking for you. However, at this point, you’re sure he knows you’re gone, and he’s probably pissed, so getting away at this point is the safest option. Maybe this is why he chose to love so far out from anyone else you knew, so you’d have nowhere else to run. 

Before you left, the only thing you took was some money that you kept away from him for a time like this, leaving everything else, because if you brought it with you it would only remind you of him and you didn’t want that anymore. 

You don’t know if showing up at Bucky’s door would be the right thing to do since you pushed him away under false excuses. Maybe he won’t let you in, but you’re desperate for anything right now. You knock at his door, praying he’s home, while you look back onto the street to ensure you weren’t caught up with. You see the doorknob jiggle and you panic again, ready to run out overthinking again, but you don’t get the chance because you see Bucky. You expected him to be angry and close the door on you but he let you in, still not saying a word. 

“Does he know you’re here?” Bucky asked frowning slightly because even he knew it wouldn’t be good if he found out. Bucky didn’t exactly know what went on, but he had a good idea when you suddenly left you out of your life, the problem was that he didn’t want to believe that you were sucked up into an abusive relationship, he didn’t want to believe that you were suffering instead of being in love and living your fantasies without him. So he didn’t inquire about you from your parents. Instead, he stayed away, when he shouldn’t have. 

“No, I don’t think so, I don’t think he knows where you live. I could leave if this is uncomfortable, I just had nowhere else to go but I should have called, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”. You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you started crying, continuously apologising. You finally allowed yourself to completely break down and let out your emotions. Bucky immediately stopped to the floor where you slid down to hold you and try to comfort you, which he wishes he did for these months. 

You froze at first, not understanding the feeling of comfort, almost scared at his touch but relaxed knowing it was just Bucky. Your Bucky who you always felt safe around, your Bucky who always protected you through most of your life, your Bucky who was always there for you, your Bucky who knew everything about you, who understood you, who cared for you. 

You didn’t realise until now but you didn’t need to be with someone else to feel loved and appreciated because your Bucky was here all along. You were blinded before, but now you thought everything would be okay, with Bucky holding you, you’re no longer afraid of hiding or running away. 

You both stay on the floor holding each other while Bucky whispers sweet affirmation in your ear to calm you down and it works, your loud sobs now reduced to small sniffles. 

“Thank you“. You whispered to Bucky, your voice still hoarse from crying. “For what?”. Bucky seemed confused on why you’d thank him, with a frown set on his face. “For being here”. You weren’t just thanking him for being present with you right now, but for all the times he was there for you and the times he could’ve been there for you. 

You didn’t know if he’d find you but right now you didn’t think of that, all you cared was that you were home, with your Bucky. 

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Hey! I love your meta’s, a little while ago you talked about The Order of the Phoenix as an organization could you talk about the Death Eaters?

The post anon is referencing.

TL;DR the Order is incompetently hilarious and Dumbledore is a man who trusts no one.

Oh, the Death Eaters, what to say about the Death Eaters...

In a World Without Voldemort, They'd Probably Be Arsonists

One of the things JKR implies in the series, and something fandom seems to take for granted, is that Tom Riddle is the ultimate corrupting influence.

Were it not for him, the Wizarding World would be a much better place, and people like Bellatrix LeStrange would be productive members of society.

As soon as he is killed, even, by Harry, the good guys win, their problems all presumably solved, and Harry tells his son Albus Severus that it's totally fine if he's put into Slytherin.

I don't believe that though.

To me, it's not so much that Tom Riddle corrupted these people, but that he gave them an organized cause. The people themselves, oh, they were itching for a fight.

In a world without Tom I think they'd be a loosely, poorly organized, group (probably with Bellatrix as the ring leader) where they commit acts of domestic terrorism probably involving burning offensive shops to the ground or attacking muggleborns, halfbloods, and blood traitors.

Voldemort, to me, is designed to pander to them (and not the other way around).

The Death Eaters' Beginnings

So, first off, I think Tom's goals are not what he says they are. What he represents to his followers is exactly what they want to hear, wrapped in a grandiose theatric bow that they just love.

But how did this all start?

First, I don't believe in the Knights of Walpurgis. Instead I think Tom came relatively out of nowhere in the 70's uses parseltongue to prove his heritage as the Heir of Slytherin and thus of purer blood than any of them.

He throws these exciting rallies/parties that the rebellious, angsty, teenage heirs all go to. There he says everything they wanted to hear in the most eloquent manner they've ever heard, promises them the action that their fathers have never delivered, promises them a role in the glorious revolution and a place in history, and probably offers them mounds of cocaine.

All the Death Eaters we see, or the core of them, appear to be in this age range where they'd be in Hogwarts or just out of it when Voldemort came knocking. I can imagine they're all whipped up with excitement, YEAH LET'S BLOW UP THE MUDBLOODS and for some that's great, for others... things don't go the way they expected.

October 31, 1981: It All Falls Apart

Regulus famously steals Tom's horcrux. I imagine it wasn't so much that he learned the error of his ways but that he saw what Tom Riddle was really after: the destruction of his very society.

Lucius is riding high until October 31, 1981 and he sees the complete destruction of the entire Black family. Lucius' priorities greatly shift and as he grows older he prays Voldemort never returns. Unfortunately, Tom does, and he charges interest.

Bellatrix absolutely loses her mind, refuses to accept reality, and tries to torture the Longbottoms for information they do not possess. She is imprisoned in Azkaban and never truly recovers from this.

Snape ends up the cause of death for Lily Evans and must forever live with the guilt and be tied to her prophesied son. He also becomes Dumbledore's lackey forever, which ultimately gets him killed.

Point being, no one's having a good time. Some because they figure out being a Death Eater wasn't all it was cracked up to be, and others because they had the Voldemort rug pulled out from under their feet when Tom Riddle disappears.

Pettigrew flees and lives as the Weasley rat for nearly fifteen years.

They're left making a mad scramble as they try to pick up the pieces of their lives.

Canon Catches Up

More than ten years go by and then suddenly, in a muggle graveyard, the surviving Death Eaters discover that they are bound to Voldemort for the rest of their lives.

Death cannot stop this man and he has branded them: there's no escape.

Some are still enthusiastic supporters of the cause: Bellatrix is vindicated that her lord has returned, he rescues her from hell on earth, and everything's finally coming up Bella. Barty is similar in actively working for Voldemort's resurrection.

Lucius, meanwhile, lives in constant terror. Karkaroff desperately flees the country and hopes Tom will not find him. Snape, is in fact, Dumbledore's agent. Pettigrew only returned in utter desperation and has now cut off his own hand.

They're not the young men they were, some of them have families, to some of the past ten years have been utterly miserable. They have to watch as their children make the same damn mistakes they did, be sucked into this same hell hole, and there's nothing they can do about it.

There is a notable reluctance for the cause, and yet, they have to try with the same vigor or this madman will kill them all.

And it's all worthless anyway: come 1998, Voldemort dies again (perhaps for real this time, who knows, Harry Potter seems to think so for whatever reason) and then they are imprisoned for their acts as Death Eaters.

And they just laugh, because how badly Lucius wishes he could go back in time and tell his eighteen-year-old self, "YOU DUMB FUCK, LEAVE NOW!"

But Do They Learn Anything?

No.

Just because we see some of them regret being Death Eaters doesn't mean they regret their beliefs. Their beliefs were fine, even blowing up people here and there, a bit gauche but fine.

But maybe following Voldemort blindly was a bad idea.

Are They More Competent Than the Order?

No.

Tom Riddle is terrifyingly competent in that he infiltrates the government with ease, has spies everywhere, and all but proclaims himself minister one day and nobody blinks.

He gains the full support of most of the wizarding world's wealthiest and prestigious families.

But he doesn't actually give these people anything to do. Because there's nothing for them to do, with them, Tom's won. He owns the Wizengamot, the Ministry, everything.

There's no need to fight. It's over, there never was a war. Society is primed to accept Tom Riddle as their ruler.

However, the likes of Bellatrix LeStrange thinks there's a glorious war on, so "uh, go out and blow up a few muggles, have fun." And the young Death Eaters (and the older ones), think they've committed this great, daring, brave, and very important act.

Tom only seems to hand out real assignments when in desperate straits or else when being particularly vindictive.

Lucius, after messing up with the diary, is told to retrieve a prophecy he is not allowed to touch in a department of the ministry he should have no access to. If he fails: Tom kills his entire family. When Lucius does fail, Tom assigns his son to assassinate an already dying Dumbledore. These aren't real tasks, though they do have the appearance of one, and consequences for failure.

Barty, Tom is forced to rely on, as he is trapped in this dying infant's body. And better Barty, someone who is truly loyal and seems fairly clever, than Peter Pettigrew who is a miserable scum bag who'd sell his grandmother for a bar of soap.

Barty, of course, fucks this up. Rather than just kidnap Harry Potter at any of the many easy points this could be done (Hogsmeade trip, lure Harry out to Hogsmeade with super secret serial information about Voldemort/Snape being a Death Eater, etc.), Barty is determined to make use of the Triwizard Tournament to destroy his father's legacy.

This means rather than a few weeks, it takes months to kidnap Harry, and even then they bring along an extra boy who then gets killed and provides some evidence that Tom Riddle has in fact returned. (Somebody murdered Cedric). It takes months and Barty actively ensuring Harry makes it through the tournament and does well, leaving open the possibility that he might get caught helping Harry cheat at any moment. And of course, Barty has to pretend to be Madeye Moody for months, keeping his man locked and drugged in his trunk.

Thankfully, Moody's such a paranoid wreck, no one even notices.

Quirrell, Tom is forced to rely on. Quirrell fucks up, though admittedly not as badly as Barty. Quirrell fails to steal the stone when it's in transit/in Gringotts. He fails to murder Harry Potter, an eleven year old boy in the world's most dangerous school. He rouses Snape's suspicion almost immediately. Then of course he doesn't get the stone. He at least gets to the room with the stone and nearly overpowers Harry and gets it had he not been mysteriously lit on fire by the power of love/Lily Evans.

The only one Tom ever really relies on by choice is Snape. Snape is charged with spying on Dumbledore and later running Hogwarts (which he fucks up).

There is only one competent man in Britain: Severus Snape. Which is, of course, why he's a double agent that Dumbledore and Tom both extensively rely on despite his being a double agent.

There's no one else.

Tom Riddle doesn't make use of the Death Eaters but given they prove themselves enthusiastically incompetent at every turn I don't blame him. Just pretend to give them something to do and hope it makes them feel important.

That's all I've got in general, you want anything else you'll have to ask for something more specific.

[darkandstormyart]

Xicheng fic recs

(figured i might make a list of my own)

(to be expanded as i dig out more treasure/remember stuff)

in no particular order:

Deep as the Yearning Night by FreckledStarKnight

“At first, it was pure chance. The second time was accidental. And the third time? Well, they say the third time’s the charm, after all. Lan Xichen discovers that Jiang Wanyin sings beautifully and is immediately enamored by it. His pursuit of Jiang Wanyin’s secret talent leads to a discovery and a series of events that he did not anticipate at all. Not that he’s complaining, of course. He got what he came for and more. Or, how two sect leaders get together through the song called love. CQL-verse.“

post-seclusion lxc

trying to get jc to sing

bonus lxc & jin ling feels i hadn’t considered before

cute

Always use protection by hesselives

“In which Lan Wangji attempts to hire a new bodyguard for his older brother, a well-known traveling exorcist. Jiang Wanyin doesn’t even make his carefully considered list of Top Ten Candidates, and yet here he is.

Lots of wandering in the countryside, distant yelling, and mildly inconvenient spirits.”

bodyguard au

honestly just really intersting worldbuilding

Rewrite the stars by Arashii

“Five great kingdoms have been fighting for years and when the kingdom of Yunmeng is destroyed, the Crown Prince Jiang Cheng vanishes.In Gusu, Lan Xichen makes an offer impossible for Jiang Cheng to refuse. His life or revenge? There’s only one option and Jiang Cheng swears loyalty to the man he hated the most his whole life, the Crown Prince of Gusu, Lan Xichen himself.Written for XiChengFest2020 - Day 4“

ROYALTY AU ROYALTY AU

enemies to lovers!

flashbacks! i love flashbacks so much ohmygod

No paths are bound by Arashii

“In seclusion, Lan Huan has the support of a ghost no one has seen since the massacre of Yunmeng Jiang. His feelings start changing with the often visits and conversations they share. Before Lan Huan can confess though, he ascends, leaving everything and everyone behind him.

Two hundred years later, back to the Human Realm and without powers, the Martial God Zewu-Jun has a mission to uphold. His Heavenly Calamity started. The clues are little and the support comes in the most unexpected form, the current Ghost King: Sandu Shengshou. Now they need to stick together to contain a menace that is slowly growing.“

TGCF AU TGCF AU

ghost king jiang cheng come on

doesn’t follow tgcf plot, just the setup so no spoilers

jiang cheng gets the dogs and the xichen he deserves

once upon a dream by cafedeolla

“Xicheng soulmate AU

An au where your dreams are small snippets of your soulmate’s day. They’d show small things like buying coffee, reading a book, or hanging out with people from their perspective.

The problem was that people always have expectations and Jiang Cheng knows he always falls short of them. Time and time again.“

soulmate au, but being soulmates is more a problem than a solution

misunderstandingssss all over the place

now with a squel (in progress?)

Lan Furen series by jagaimocchi

“Jiang Cheng leaves Lotus Pier before the Wen Internment Camp and before the destruction of his home. When he meets Lan Xichen on the run from the Wens after the burning of Cloud Recesses, his plan to live a peaceful life away from cultivation sects is quickly derailed. Now, free to make his own choices, he cannot find it in himself to leave the other man's side.

With love, patience and time, Jiang Cheng finds his own happiness and peace with his past.“

have you ever wanted a fic where jiang cheng peaces out from home in search for a better life, bc he’s Had Enough??? jags got you covered

adorable xicheng

good uncle-dad-figure Lan Qiren

ongoing <3

Just around the riverbend by JungleJelly

“One day.

Jiang Cheng just wanted one day of peace and quiet, away from home, away from his responsibilities, away from his idiot brother and his nutcases of a mother and father. Just a few hours alone — him and a boat and nothing else.

Clearly, that was too much to ask for.”

now with a new story in the series which is adorable too!!!

mermaid!lxc need i say more?

Bad ideas (where they lead) by JungleJelly

“Jiang Cheng is a busy man. Fortunately, he is also a huge pushover when it comes to his sister, so when she recommends that he start doing yoga, he agrees pretty easily.Featuring Lan Xichen in yoga pants, Jiang Cheng’s inability to handle a crush, and, perhaps most importantly, a big fluffy dog.“

done for 2020 MXTX MiniBang

yoga instructor Lan Xichen

Jiang Cheng is: struggling with a crush on the yoga guy from youtube & very angry about that

If there’s a price for rotten judgement by TheWanderingHeart

“All Jiang Cheng wants to do is, well... his job, really. Other than that? Keep the city safe, keep his nephew alive, keep his sanity intact (if possible).

So when his brother calls with unexpected news, he knows all of that is about to fly out of the window.

***

[Every instinct is telling him don’t ask, you don’t want to know. By this point, Nie HuaiSang has scooted closer to listen. Jiang Cheng takes a steadying breath and pulls out his antacids. “What did you do?”]”

superhero au, come on

jc just trying to do his job in peace

(he can’t)

i love it so much oh my god *sobs*

The Form of Boneless Ice by TheWanderingHeart

“Mythical beasts have long ago been driven to extinction by the gentry — hunted for sport, but more importantly for their magical cores. Since then, there remains only one creature that has never been caught. The Jiang’s retreated a long time ago. Abandoning land altogether, they sought safety where the humans could not reach.It all comes to a head though, purely by chance. (Or is it by fate that a spontaneous decision allows for them to meet? If fate were a rock!) Jiang Cheng suddenly finds his whole life balanced on the head of a pin — on the flimsy promise of a human boy. In his opinion, things cannot possibly get worse!(But then they do when the Wens decide it’s finally time to search for the elusive merpeople, and suddenly nowhere is safe.)“

there she goes again, with another beautiful xicheng story full of awwww and mythology

actually one of the first xicheng fics i read

i chose it because there were mermaids

painfully accurate takes on Jiang family dynamics

kids! lots of kids!

Let me Slytherin to Your Heart by TheWanderingHeart

“Jiang Cheng never thought he'd return to Hogwarts, but in hindsight, he probably should have known that someday he would.With his nephew about to start school, he reluctantly takes his good friend's bad parenting? career? advice and ends up tumbling head-first back into the madness that he hoped he'd left behind... and rediscovering some feelings he thought he'd left behind too.“

Harry Potter au!

just really fecking cute

lots of snakes

[I am not going to link all of Jo’s fics, though I probably could, just my 3 favourites. UOSB is there by default]

Talent Hunt Crew Finds Angry Guy Shouting On College Campus, Recruits Him For Vocal Projection Abilities by oh_fudgecakes

“Jiang Cheng, resident Angry Guy and heir to a conglomerate empire, has never been the apple of his father’s eye. Quashed under the shadow of his brilliant brother, the music prodigy Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng sees his chance to turn things around when he is recruited by the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt. One problem: he can’t sing to save his goddamn life.As he struggles to develop his nascent singing abilities, Jiang Cheng finds himself sucked into the whirlwind drama of reality TV, helped along by his adoring siblings, his irritable vocal coach Wen Qing, and strangely enough, the unfairly attractive host of the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt, Lan Xichen. Somewhere in the glare of the stage lights and an unexpected first love, Jiang Cheng stumbles upon the thing he was searching for all along: the courage to dream — and to attempt the impossible.“

done for 2019 MXTX Big Bang

uuuuuuuuuuh i might have cried maybe

heartwarming? painful at times? lots of family love?

slowburn xicheng being lovely

The Provenence of Hope series by velithya

“A chance meeting on a night hunt sets a course of events into motion that will change everything. Featuring Xicheng getting together, recovery for Lan Xichen, healing for Jiang Cheng, and always, always, hope.“

got everything. feels. hope. love. ~~healing~~

A Small Measure of Peace by Sandstone112

“With his brother in seclusion, Lan Xichen finds himself in temporary custody of his nephew with little to no expertise in the child-raising department. Uncertain and alone, Zewu-Jun is willing to do everything to be the person Yuan needs—even if it means inviting Sandu Shengshou to a playdate.“

a loooot of adorable family times with jc and lxc taking care of their nephews

good grandpa lqr!

canon but fixed and less painful

🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋if you wish to avoid scurvy:🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Some day I’m gonna make you mine series by locketofyourhair

xicheng getting together through the years

friends with benefits but the real benefits are the friends we made along the way

Take me over (take me tonight) by velithya

jiang cheng has a tattoo and lan xichen doesn’t stand a chance

i'd be the sweet feeling of release (mankind now dreams of) by piyo13

two bros, chilling in a cave, no feet apart because they don’t want to lose their cultivation powers what are you gonna do

haven’t read yet and shame on me, but AM GONNA:

Upon Our Silver Bridge by TheWanderingHeart obviously

““When the path ignites a soul, there's no remaining in place. The foot touches ground, but not for long.” ― Hakim Sanai

**

Lan Xichen's sorrows have caught the attention of something. Unlike the adventures and foes they have faced before, there is no obvious enemy here to defeat. If this is the same thing they thought had taken Nie Mingjue's life, then he believes it is fated for him to die as well. Nothing can stop the black fire when it wants to burn.Jiang Cheng is sure his part in this is over. Wei Wuxian is back, his grand adventure concluded, and he'd never been at the centre of it anyway. So what does it matter what happens to him in the end? Slowly, he will come to realise that there will always be a battle to fight, a story to tell, a choice to make, and there is no such thing as an end to anything.“

it was difficult to do things in 2020 and few i regret not doing more than not reading uosb yet :’(

i will tho

Emergency Help Wanted by piyo13

“EMERGENCY HELP WANTED I lied when I got my job. I told them I had a kid so I could leave early from work to pick him up from daycare, take him to doctor's appointments, and occasionally miss a day when he's sick. Long story short, I'm in too deep. I didn't think it through. Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy ages four to six, longish dark hair, likes soccer. Must also be artistic as the macaroni noodle paintings I made seem a little advanced for his age. Also, I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of husband when dropping him off. He's a prosecuting attorney who often brings his work home. Message me for further details. Serious inquiries only.“

Running Our Hands Through Embers by MarvelousMar

“If asked, Jiang Cheng would compare falling in love with Lan Xichen to a moth inevitably drawn to a flame.It burned.***In which Jiang Cheng discovers that even death can't help him escape from his trauma, so he embarks on a quest to save the people he loves, fix what he can, make the love of his life fall for him, and maybe, somewhere along the way, do a little bit of healing.”

The Beginner’s Guide to Moving On by InvincibleMel

gone from ao3, but i think there’s a link with a pdf going around