#the first four are obv from the same shoot

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Bearshifter!Price x reader | explicit

Simon stands behind the bar like some sort of massive, brooding Aeacus. As if they were always bound to meet here, and John was always bound to spill his secrets, and wasn't John such a stupid little twat for not having ever realized that before? It speaks volumes that not even Simon's shit eating grin puts a damper on John's mood.

A/N: texts are displayed as screen caps, but alt text is available. Warnings for John being a weirdo about Bunny menstruating, and for disparaging comments about Bunny's weight (not from John, obv)

Simon stands behind the bar like some sort of massive, brooding Aeacus. As if they were always bound to meet here, and John was always bound to spill his secrets, and wasn't John such a stupid little twat for not having ever realized that before?

It speaks volumes that not even Simon's shit eating grin puts a damper on John's mood.

"You're relieved, Riley."

"I'll say. Didn't even need to have a talk with 'er about curfews."

"Well, I know how you worry. It went well, by the way."

"Didn't ask. How'd you manage not to muck it up?"

"I got this excellent relationship coach that gave me some great ideas."

"You keep adding to my workload and I'm unionizing."

"Yeah?" John laughs, "You and who?"

"That new barkeep seems easily impressionable."

"Mm. That what got your stamp of approval?"

Oh, it's always a good day when John can pry a real reaction from his head brewer. Simon doesn't squint, but there's a tightening around his eyes that suggest he would do, if he suffered such banal things as 'automatic response disinhibition.'

"Am I gonna need to sit you down with the harassment video again, Riley?"

"Don't technically work at the bar, cap. One Four One pays my bills." He's aiming for a sarcastic 'so what if I am,' lands slightly off center.

"Good point. You been putting a lot of thought into it?"

The pause is a half a beat too long. "Too busy thinkin' about having to cover my boss's shifts while 'e flits about with some young bird like 'e's in uni again."

"Aye. Gonna need you to do it again on Sunday, too."

"Sunday?" Simon barks. "You're training on Sunday."

"No, you're training on Sunday. By the time I get here he'll probably be good to go."

Now he does squint. "And if I got plans?"

"You'd've mentioned them first. Thanks, Si. I owe you one."

"You owe me the business at this point."

"Already in my will and testament."

"Mm. Keep trying your luck and I'll take what's owed sooner'n later."

***

Simon stays on to cook, a blessing considering it ends up being a decent Friday turnout. The early spring seems to be pulling in more than just the locals. John resolutely does not put on the hockey match he knows his rabbit's interested in because he doesn't want to listen to Simon's opinion on that, but he does watch the ticker tape at the bottom of the basketball commentary to monitor the score when he can. He's not sure why; he can't exactly participate in any informed conversation on the subject, but it seems like it'll be a good anecdote to know when they're skating.

Fuck, skating. He'd been a few times in his life and it had all been perfectly fine, but he usually sleeps right through the season so it's not something he's practiced in a while. He doesn't want to make an ass of himself, even if the rabbit had the same concerns. It's embarrassing enough being as twiggy as he is currently, he couldn't stand to be uncoordinated or in any way less physical in her eyes. He remembers how raptly she'd watched that match, the ways her eyes had tracked the men on screen. He hadn't found it in any way threatening at the time, but he doesn't want to be compared negatively to them. The fact that they're professional doesn't matter, of course, at least not to the beast in his chest.

John shoots her a sympathetic text when the team she'd been following loses (again. He's going to have to figure out how playoffs work here, the basketball announcers are even talking about multiple games) but he doesn't get a response until quite late, when he's on the roof enjoying a cigar after closing.

Christ, another game?

John damn near preens

He'd rather buy her those panels but he doesn't think she'd let him. More than that he'd rather drive her car into Whitefish Lake, but he supposes she'd be a little cross about that, too.

John nearly bites through his cigar. It's an honest struggle to force his bear back under his skin, the animal not fully understanding that such a challenge could be issued through miles of suburban landscape and a thirty foot drop off a roof. Much as he wants her here (on her knees between his thighs, mouth hot and wet through the fabric of his trousers as he shoves a boot under her cunt, preferably), it's probably a good thing she isn't because he doesn't want her on all fours their first time, his jaws clamped on the nape of her neck as he leans his full weight on her, trapping her big soft body between the mass of himself and the cold hard ground, uncaring if the whole city heard her whining, or screaming, or begging, or moaning. He wants to see her face as he fucks her, learn what she likes or doesn't. He wants to eat her out as if she's the only food he'll need for winter - until she's crying about how she has nothing left to give and then he wants to lick her tears up, too.

But right now the only thing he wants from her is her round arse presented in apology, the feel of her flesh between his teeth.

It's a struggle to be witty when your body is trying to prime you for both a fight and a fuck at the same time and your circulatory system feels like the Magic Roundabout, so John doesn't bother.

And that's -. Fuckin' -.

Just like that, she's got him back to heel. More pup than predator, eager to beg for treats from her hands. A brat he can handle; even his bear seems greedy at the prospect. If her challenges aren't in earnest - if she's simply trying to get a rise out of him because she wants him to fuck her hard, he's more than happy to allow it. Happy to let his bear take over and give her what she wants.

Fuck, he's hard. A green cub, can't even distinguish rational thought and animalistic impulses. No, she's not asking for an actual bear in human skin to take her to task, Christ. He needs circulation back to his brain STAT. And to think this all started with a Viagra joke.

***

Saturday is a lesson in patience. He feels unmoored, confused. A bit like standing in a cold stream waiting for the salmon run to leap into his mouth, weeks before they're due to arrive. There is so much to do. His rut looms in the distance like a sundog: a beautiful, bad omen. He should be preparing. Securing his mate, improving his den, padding his own body, ensuring she's equipped to carry both herself and his cubs through the winter.

Instead he's lying to QuickBooks about where his head brewer worked this week and hosing off beer mats, listening to some old coot veer dangerously close to homophobic remarks about the lesbian couple who own the boot shop across the way. It sets John's teeth on edge, makes him snappy. He spills the man's third beer across his lap as he hands it off and gets even more irritated when it only garners benevolent absolution. He wants a fight. Wants a fuck even more. Is turning in circles knowing he won't get either any time soon. Simon doesn't stop by, doesn't offer himself as a verbal, pricker-covered punching bag. The rabbit never texts. John would give his left eye to eat a porcupine right now, feel the satisfaction of the kill and the anger of his prey, both.

He closes shop early, finds his way to the edge of town. He hardly even bothers to hide his clothes in a sparse, budding green thicket before he's on all fours, lumbering off into the woods. Her scent has been growing stronger for him. In his human form, he can usually smell her from across town but like this, snout high in the air as he sifts through the noxious scent of the other humans in town, he can track her clear up to Lake McDonald. It's soothing, usually: the sweetness of the simple foods she eats, the saltiness of her skin. Her cunt. But it's sour tonight, distressed and distressing. He sets off in a blind panic.

He's nearing the Flathead when it hits him properly and he slows, relief and understanding washing over him. Poor rabbit, she's nearing her monthlies. He can smell it now, the stink of her discomfort and the impending blood. No wonder he was so off kilter all day. It speaks to the quality of their bond that he can already sense these things. Means when his rut comes around, she'll likely be impacted too, which sets his mouth watering. Although -.

If their bond was really that strong, she wouldn't be menstruating. Waste of bloody resources. A stupid fucking design flaw he could cure her of.

With a proper bond or a cub, whichever came first.

She's not parked in a proper camp tonight, just tucked away on a four wheel path safe from the main road. He considers not disturbing her for all of thirty seconds before he starts chuffing and sniffing like a hog around her wheel wells. He hears her shuffling about and then her little curtain moves and she beams at him.

"That you, big guy?"

John lowers at her and she pulls her screen down properly to get a better look. He doesn't raise himself half onto her roof this time, just remains on all fours and lifts his head enough to peer back at her.

"You know, we have to stop meeting like this. People will talk." For once, John doesn't think he'd mind. As if to test that theory, she shuffles around a bit and John sees her pull her phone out of the center console to power it up. She was supposed to get battery back ups today. Part of the reason he was so irritable; he'd wanted to speak with her. But if even he was feeling so completely out of it, he can't imagine she cared very much about a trip to the store herself. He waits patiently for her phone to power up. She keeps an eye on him, but he just continues to puff foggy breaths onto her window, unbothered. Eventually she tells him to say cheese and he makes a soft noise at her that makes her grin.

"I never knew bears could moo," she teases and John sneezes at her in annoyance which only makes her giggle. Christ, an honest giggle. She's so fucking cute he could squeeze her til she popped.

"I think that's my favorite noise you make. Though the huffs are pretty cute too." So John does it again, just to show off. "Yeah, that one! Gonna have to do some studying, figure out what those all mean. Just suppose I'm lucky you haven't roared at me yet."

Don't worry bunny, he'd never.

She putz around on her phone and John wonders how many people she's sending the picture to. He's being careless, he knows, but it's worth it to see her - to ensure she's thinking of him, even if she doesn't know it. She holds her stomach absently as she types and after a few moments her face scrunches and she winces, curling in on herself a bit more. When it passes, she eyes him with mock suspicion. "That why you're here, big guy? The bears can smell the menstruation!" That last bit is said in an affected voice, probably a reference to something he's too British to understand. "Thought that was a myth?"

It is, clever rabbit. For all but you.

She hasn't actually started yet, he doesn't think. Poor lamb will likely start right as they're due to meet at the rink. He wonders if she'll cancel. He's already making contingency plans, wondering if she'll let him take care of her or if she'll make excuses and leave him to figure out how to both pretend he doesn't know what's really going on and also make it clear she's allowed to ask him for help with it.

"Well, periods are a curse enough as it is. It's not fair that god sends his cuddliest looking creatures out to kill us, too. You look like an industrial size heating pad and the world's biggest spoon all rolled up in the fuzziest weighted blanket imaginable. You're a frickin' cure all come to kill me. Tease!"

Oh, he's the luckiest man to ever walk the earth. She's so perfect, already warmed up to his bear, no coaxing required. Soon, honey. You can cuddle up to his beast anytime you want. He can't help the constant chuffing noises her spiel has earned; or the way he presses against her car as if he can transfer some of his heat through the metal. He'd been struggling to keep his impulses in check all day, but in this form it's even harder. He's split between the elation of her accepting this form and the frustration that she won't let him help her. He wants to turn back right here, let her see, ferret her out of her den and let her use his body to cure her ails in whatever way she sees fit.

"You're so cute though, I guess I can forgive you," she continues, and it's a struggle to keep his grunting noises in check enough that he can still hear her. "You know, I told my friend about you. He said the bears around here can be pretty well socialized because it's such a high traffic area. You got other girls you're seeing on the side?"

Never, bunny, he snorts, never again.

"I promise I won't be offended. We can keep it casual." She puts on an overly breezy air, being silly. "I mean like, cause they're not like feeding or petting you either, right? Like, you're not… getting that from any girl at all, right?" A beat. John tries to play along by looking as contrite as a bear possibly can. "You whore!" she gasps, "Who is she?"

His response is to stand and lean against her car, ducking his head to nod at her.

"Mmm, nice recover. You know if you really wanted to make it up to me, you'd stop scraping my paint." Admonished, Price lowers himself back to the ground. The rabbit eyes him suspiciously. "I swear, sometimes it feels like you can understand me. Are you a circus escapee? Do you know any tricks?" She pauses, as if waiting. "Can you speak?"

Fuck it, John gives her a halfhearted, rumbling roar.

She laughs, delighted. "How about lay down? You know that one?"

And that sounds like a great idea so he does, makes himself comfortable with his belly on the muddy trail.

"What about roll over?" She asks, voice soft with apprehension; unfortunately, twice is a coincidence but three times is a pattern. John ignores her command in favor of chewing at the pads of his forepaw and after a moment, the rabbit breathes out a heavy, chuckling sigh.

"Might be going a bit batty, spending all my time alone," she mutters. Louder, she tells him, "I think you've got the right idea about getting comfy, though. I'm turning in. You staying there? You'd make some guard dog."

John just rolls his eyes to her and huffs.

"Right. Well, goodnight. Please be gone when I wake up so I can pee without fear." He snorts at her and she chuckles in response, shifting her weight around the car enough to make it rock a bit. She doesn't put her privacy screen back up, he notes with some frustration. He'll have to stay until the early hours just to be sure she's safe, but he doesn't mind. He's been tempted to spend every night exactly like this since he first spotted her rubbing herself raw in the early spring dawn. He's just happy to know she doesn't seem too freaked out by his presence.

***

Sunrise finds him fishing his damp clothes out of the bush he'd hastily tucked them into the night previous. They make for an unpleasant trip back, but he's warmed by a missed text from his bunny: a picture of himself captioned 'Think I made a new friend'.

She'd been asleep when he'd left her but even still, John cannot help replying right then and there.

***

John is leaning against his passenger door when he spots her big Wrangler pulling in and he makes his way to her with enough time to offer a hand as she slides out of the car. He maybe stands a bit too close, appreciating the way her thick, soft thighs rub briefly against his own as he helps guide her gracefully to the ground.

She's got on leggings and tall socks with converse and a thin henley under a worn denim jacket. She's so cute he wants to throw her in the back of her Jeep right then and give the suspension a run for its money. Compounding his dilemma is the strong scent of her monthlies evident through the thin material of her trousers. It's weak enough he doubts anyone else will notice, but the scent of the iron rich blood has his teeth itching.

Plus it's upsetting to be slapped in the face with such strong evidence that their bond isn't fully formed.

Despite his turmoil, John smiles at her warmly and kisses her on the cheek in greeting, making her blush.

"Good to see that bear didn't make off with you. Not sure I could win that particular fight."

She laughs as they make their way inside, "I don't know, he seems more of a lover than a fighter. You could probably win him over with some berries or something."

"So then I'd have to share both you and my food? I gotta run this bloke out of town." John can feel the rabbit eyeing him suspiciously, weighing the quality of his words. He, of course, doesn't flinch; simply holds the door open and guides her through with a palm on her lower back.

He's hoping she'll tell him he doesn't need to worry about sharing her, but it seems that's a bit much to expect from a casual second date. She motions to the door he's held for her instead. "See? And here you were worried about not being a gentleman."

John's laugh is a mean, hot puff of breath. "There's still time," he warns, standing too close.

He helps her into her cute little skates, lets her use his body to keep herself upright as they stand in the carpeted hallway waiting on the zamboni to finish up. He's maybe a little swept up in the domesticity of it, surrounded as they are by other couples and families with small kids. 'Stanley Cup hopefuls,' the rabbit calls them, and John nearly goes weak in the knees imagining her bringing his cubs back here one day, decked out in her team's colors. He stands too close but she doesn't seem to mind; and when he kisses her on the crown of her head and keeps his lips there, she just leans a little more into him and he sighs in contentment. And when the doors finally open, he is treated to the absolute delight of watching his rabbit trying to figure out how to keep her feet under herself, laughing all the while.

The crowd is a mix of old hats just trying to stay limber; pesky children who rocket by, trying hard as they can to get under feet and trip people up; and landlubbin' newbies like them. It's good, sweet. Gives John an excuse to keep his hands on his rabbit, and seems to take her mind off her cramps, if the way her sweat turns from acrid with stress to good clean salt is anything to go by. It would be perfect, John decides, if not for a pair of twenty-something boys that linger, skating big ambling circles around John and his girl. They're casual, keep their eyes mostly to themselves, but John is already on edge and something about their presence makes him want to stand his ground.

Of course, he can't quite do that when the whole point of free skate appears to be 'skate in a circle'.

"Might've had it wrong, bunny," John grins as he gets his hand around her thick waist for the dozenth time, catching her just as her right foot goes slipping out in a direction she didn't authorize. "Think you're more of a Bambi than a thumper."

"With these thighs?" she jokes, slapping her quad for effect.

John doesn't bother to hide the hunger that elicits in him. He's about to give her a tiny little smack of his own when -,

"Nice catch, man. Way to take one for the team."

"Yeah, they'll have to bring the zamboni back out if she goes down."

John is distantly aware of his rabbit going stiff and quiet, her gaze drifting somewhere down by her feet. He keeps hold of her arm but it's more an instinctual comfort than a conscious decision, as all his higher brain function is dedicated to not growing fangs between which to trap these boys.

"They'll have to bring it back out if I use your teeth like an auger, too." John's voice is low. Possibly too low to be strictly human. It gets the point across anyway. The twiggy twats who have been circling like sharks all morning take one look at him and decide they have severely misread the depth of his feelings for the soft girl they've targeted. Finding no easy prey here, they mumble an apology (to John, the gits, not his rabbit) and dart off to pester a gaggle of teenage girls. John draws himself even closer to his girl, waits until he's certain he can control his voice better. "Fucking bellends. Sorry about them. You okay, honey?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Thanks for that. Sorry I clammed up, I can usually fight my own battles."

John scoffs, unamused. "No need, sweetheart. Unless you'd rather, of course. Actually, sorry if I overstepped. Knee jerk reaction."

"Oh, no, trust me, you're fine. Not mad at all." Her breath is soft, nearly amused, and John can't help but feel a little proud at having turned her mood around so quickly.

"Do you want to go do something else?"

"And let them know they bothered me? Absolutely not."

John grins, hums appreciatively. "That's my girl." His grin only widens when she blushes at the term.

They talk about their hometowns when they're not busy stumbling. John tells her about Hereford and his mom, and she tells him how similar this area is to where she grew up. She deflects a bit when asked about her family and John doesn't pry. He wishes she would tell him everything, of course, but can't help being a tiny bit selfishly pleased at the knowledge there's no tight knit family waiting for her back home. He tries asking about Dallas instead but the answers she provides are stiff and rehearsed, and her body language locks up so much it negates the small progress she's made in her skating abilities. John quickly moves on to film preferences and she's quick to loosen back up (she likes period dramas and high fantasy and isn't immune to a night in with a kid's movie).

Eventually her discomfort seems to catch up with her and John thinks he has the unique experience of realizing she will need to make a sanitary run to the bathroom before she does. He debates how best to handle it for exactly thirty seconds before his mouth is moving.

"Do you want to go get lunch?"

The rabbit stops, turning to face him fully. Well, John stops. She grabs his coat sleeve and tries to convert her momentum into a quick u-turn. It's mostly successful in that John has to swing an arm around her back to keep her upright. It's extremely successful in that the momentum carries her right on through and into his chest, where he keeps her pinned tight just because she seems quite content there. "You don't have to work?"

John shrugs, knowing Simon may well quit. "What's the point in being the boss if I can't bang in late every now and again?"

"I guess, but you don't want to -?"

Whatever she's about to suggest is interrupted by the very loud sound of John's stomach growling.

"Oh so that was more a cry for help than a suggestion?" the rabbit laughs, cute little nose scrunching up.

"I may be bloody famished, yeah."

"Oh, poor pumpkin. What are you feeling, then?" she asks as she heads off toward the exit, confident as she skates out of his arm's reach.

"Burgers. Maybe steak. Or lamb." Really, he wants an entire barrel of fish and perhaps some apples, but he wants to feed his poor little mate a mouthful of iron supplements more.

"It's lunch time," she laughs at him.

"Burgers, then?"

"Yeah, alright." He helps lower her onto the hall carpet and squats to help her with her laces. "You don't have to do that," she tells him but he just shakes his head at her.

"Want to." She's quiet after that, perhaps a little contemplative. She excuses herself while he returns the skates and when she comes back she smells like the fake, perfumed chemical they coat feminine products in which always sticks to his nose.

Honestly, cunt is supposed to smell like cunt. Even when it smells like a bloody cunt. Humans are fucking ridiculous.

"Hope you know I'm driving you there," John informs as he holds the door for her yet again.

"That doesn't even make any sense," his rabbit laughs. "You're gonna drive me all the way back here before going into work?"

"Might do. Or: new bartender starting today. Might let you be his guinea pig all evening."

"Oh yeah? You trying to loosen my morals?" Her tone is light and airy but something has shuttered behind her eyes.

"No," John's voice is confident but quietly reassuring. "I'm trying to get you all lushed and cute tonight and then maybe try my hand tomorrow when you're charmed and impressed by the breakfast I make. How well you handle a hangover depending," he tacks on with a teasing little wink.

She blinks once, twice.

"That okay?"

"No. Well, yes, but uh -. It's not a good... time."

John just cocks his head at her, knowing full well what she means but needing to hear her say it so he has an excuse to spoil her.

The rabbit sighs, "It's just -. Christ this is embarrassing. If that's your end goal you should maybe know I'm on my period. Just so you don't get your hopes up too much."

"Oh, poor lamb." John's smile is wolfish, the cat that got the cream. "And here I've had you on your feet all morning. Do you want to get lunch? Or would you rather just curl up? I can make you something if you'd rather not stay out."

"No, that's - um. Lunch sounds good, thank you, but uh -. You're not… mad?"

A beat. John's smirk slides slowly off his face. "Mad?"

"I mean, if that was your plan and I'm… you're not upset?"

"No, honey…" John's not entirely sure how to handle this turn. Logistically he knows the first step should be reassurance, but there's a desperate, cloying, insightful little creature in his chest that wants to push all these niceties aside and demand why she would think he was mad. "A man can dream, but I had no expectations. There's nothing to be mad about." She gives him a wan smile and he can't help but continue, "In fact, I oughta give you my mum's number. I ever seem mad about that, you go ahead and tell her to sort me out."

It works, the quiet giggle she lets out has a touch too much relief for his taste, but he'd take that over whatever the hell misplaced anxiety she'd just been exhibiting.

"Can chastise you myself, you know. No mum's needed."

"Oh thank God. Would way rather you do it. She can be proper scary."

"And I can't?"

"Rabbits aren't scary. You ever yell at me, it won't be fear makes me change my ways."

"Not scary? They don't make kids sit on the Easter bunny's lap back home? I still gotta steer clear of malls this time of year."

John grins again, can't help the mental image she's conjured of him having to scare off a man in a pink bunny suit for her. "So I'll have to wait at least a month to spoil you with a shopping trip, noted."

She splutters. "You don't have to do that ever!"

He shrugs, "Told you, want to. Now get in, I'm hungry enough I'd eat you if you held still long enough." When she blanches, scandalized, he can't help but grin.

"Okay, yeah, let's go. But -."

John resolutely doesn't let his smile drop lest she thinks he's mad again, but he can't help the punched out feeling her continued protests elicit.

"- if I'm spending the night, I do definitely need to drive the Jeep to a more anonymous parking lot. That thing gets towed, I'm screwed."

Yes, it sure would be a shame if someone hobbled her speedy little den before she realized she belonged with him. Still, "I'll tell you what. You keep letting me treat you to lunches and dinners and whatever other little excursions we can come up with and I'll let you park at the bar whenever you'd like, hm?"

"What, so I can deal with the noisy neighbors?"

"Have it on good authority the second floor's pretty well sound proofed. You can hang your hat up there if it ever bugs you," he winks. "But fine, go get your bloody buggy. I'll send you the address, yeah?"

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

Okay I think I’ve finally come up with a plot for that jervis story I was telling you about. This is pretty long- I’m sorry 😭

Basically could follow the same plots as the ‘come on Eileen’ story with an age gap but obv themed for Jervis’s character. For the sake of everything, since this could be already dark-ish, instead of Alice being his sister, she’s his coworker. Very similar story tied with the btas version. Anyways continuing that, let’s say reader is Jim and Barbara’s kid all the way from episode 1 when they were still in there couple era (I miss it 😔). Jim had custody over reader when Barbara was sent to Arkham but once she’s out and running the sirens club, her and Jim come to an agreement for the sake of the reader to co-parent. Reader is about 10-13 during that time and then jumping to like season 3 with jervis being introduced, reader is around 17-19 (I’m not sure if this is the realistic time jump but whatever). During the first episode with how Barbara introduces tabby to jervis, imagine that same scenario but with reader also present. Jervis realizes how much reader reminds him of the book version of Alice with their curiosity, ambition, etc. I’d like to imagine Barbara finds it cute in a way similar with that one fix you did when jervis was leaving stuff for the reader while tabby is like “Stay away from the baby 😡”.

Now when Alice gets killed, we know jervis makes him go through all these games of killing and stuff and then he has to choose the one he loves. Instead of Val, it’s reader. As much as Jervis doesn’t want to hurt his current crush, he tries to be nicer about it and shoots them where the bullet won’t damage them as bad?? Idk where else I’m goin with this lol. I’ll let you come up with whatever else you wanna do. Be creative if you’d like.

I’d say basically it follows the plot of season 3 but without Alice and reader is present.

Thank you Cupid 🙏🖤

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART ONE]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Everything's always the same in Gotham. Hard to imagine things changing.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) Readers got trauma. Reader's also a cynic and dissociating. She fell first, he fell harder. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Jervis being an obsessive freak, per usual. Jervis and reader are soulmates, not just in his head but in real life! More about reader is revealed as the story goes on. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - ‘PART THREE, - ‘PART FOUR, - ‘PART FIVE, - ‘PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN, - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, -'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE, - 'PART THIRTEEN, - 'PART FOURTEEN,

Special thanks to @adalwolfgang for giving me the idea for this fic <3 really really excited to make this multichapter !!

♫ “Echoes of your name inside my mind / Halo, hiding my obsession.” Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

You feel like your ten again, staring into space, watching the passerby's from inside a Gala. You're mother used to take you there, when you're dad wasn't available.

You sometimes miss it, even though you used to complain. You hated just sitting there, hours on end, seeing rich people dance; like there weren't people being murdered on the street two blocks down. Maybe you took after your father in that aspect. It was a curse.

Your mom used to do your hair. You remember the way she finger-twirled your curls, gasping as she looked in the mirror. Eyes wide, she always said the same thing.

"Look at you, you're gorgeous!" You'd laugh and hit her on the shoulder, young and innocent. Sometimes, you'd make a mess of her lipsticks and bronzer. You'd try on her dresses which were far too tall for your young stature.

The sound of yelling rips you away from your thoughts.

This place isn't a gala. It's a club. And you didn't get ready with your mom, you got ready in the morning, waking up alone in your dads house.

You watch the two men argue from across the bar. You're cradling a drink; unsure what to do with it. Selina had stole it for you, somehow. You didn't ask questions anymore. You'd known her since you were eleven and she was eight. You didn't really like to drink. She knew that. You don't know where she ran off too.

Mindlessly stirring your glass in your palm, you can't help but squint under the bright blue lights. This place...it's not your first choice of where you'd like to be right now. Never is.

You hear a feminine voice calling you to the front of the club, and you can already guess who it is. You haven't seen her in a little over a week, not that it matters.

You decide to down your drink anyway. Who cares.

Pushing your way through the crowds of Gothamites, you notice the stage light up. Your mother and Tabitha stand in grand dresses. Tabitha's resting, one arm on the bar, looking effectively bored out of her mind. Your mother, on the contrary, looks utterly pleased. You fight the urge to snort.

There's a man on the stage. Long hair, cat-like smile. Your eyes follow the contours of his cheek bones. He's spouting something about waking up from an animal-identity. You're frankly lost, staring into his dark eyes. They look pitch black.

Sounds of clapping arise from the back. You simply suck your teeth. Someone new comes into the club everyday with a different act. This guy certainly wasn't any different.

"A magician? Really?" Tabitha asks, interrupting your thoughts. She sounds displeased and confounded, unsure what to make of Barbara's smile.

"Hypnotist." Your mom answers, correcting her. Ah, so thats what he is. You think. Couldn't hypnotize himself to have a better act? You almost make yourself laugh. Barbara mistakes it for agreeance.

"See! I like him! Y/N likes him!" Barbara chimes, smile lighting up to be a bit more genuine at your laugh. "Like mother like daughter. Plus, the place is packed. Be happy." She waves her drink around. Tabitha still looks peeved.

You want to correct her, but the words 'like mother like daughter' make bile rise in your throat. You don't speak.

"Just a taste, ladies and gentlemen." The man purrs, pulling your attention to him. That dark stare of his never once leaves the crowd. "But now...let us venture into something more arcane."

His eyes drift to you in the crowd, and it feels like a jolt of electricity. You wonder if he feels it too. He must have, since he cocks his head, pausing in his words for a little too long. His brows furrow, until the crowd begins to murmur. It's awfully intense.

You tear your gaze away to look at your mom, wondering if she was who he was looking at instead. It would certainly make more sense, given they must've been around the same age. But as soon as your gaze leaves his, the man clears his throat, and goes right back to speaking.

"The hell was that?" Tabitha whispers to me, and my mind goes blank.

"...No clue."

We watch the rest of the act, intrigued. He makes a man stand on the back of a chair, which definitely does not obey the laws of physics whatsoever. I can see why some people might find this amusing.

Your mom does bring up a good question though.

"So you could get him to do anything you wanted?" She asks, abet too excitedly. You want to roll your eyes. When you were younger, she would've made fun of this guy with you.

The man looks between the two of us, and you squint your eyes.

"Did you have something in mind, Ms. Kean?" He asks, and her gaze darkens. You feel a little sick.

As the act finishes, the man takes one too many bows, but the crowd eats it up. That blinding blue light still bounces off his face. Something about it is...unsettling. You notice it more as he stalks towards the three of you.

"Very impressive, Mr. Tetch." Your mom compliments. Mr. Tetch, huh. Well, you finally have a name for the man. "You have quite the gift. But you didn't answer my question. Can you make people do anything you tell them to do?" She speaks, slowly. Mr. Tetch looks flattered at the praise.

He clicks his tongue. "Only things they secretly wish to do," he remarks, eyes falling on me once more. "It's surprising what people will wish for," His eye contact remains on you, voice getting quieter. "Secretly. Deep down." He repeats.

Your mother makes a sound akin to a pleased hum. Tabitha looks between the man and you, and she looks less than amused.

"True," Tabitha speaks, pushing you to the side a bit. You watch as his gaze leaves yours, and snaps up to her. There's a ghost of a scowl on both of their faces that suddenly makes you confused. "You must be a very popular man."

She takes a swig out of her drink as she says the words, a bit sarcastically. Mr. Tetch, or whatever his name is, doesn't falter in his resolve. He instead offers a polite chuckle.

"Oh, I wish. Parties like this help pave my way, so, thank you."

"And you're new to Gotham?" Your mom asks.

"Yes...just arrived from up north."

"You have a place to stay?" Tabitha asks, head cocked. You begin to feel a bit embarrassed, heat rising in your clothes. They're asking the guy way too many questions. And he's a new comer. Poor man probably doesn't know a thing.

Before the man can answer, you butt in.

"Let the man breathe." You huff, and all three of them look at you in unison. Eyes-narrowed on you, the man blinks. Barbara looks at you, surprised, and Tabitha glares daggers.

Silence surrounds the four of you, and you shiver uncomfortably.

"Just saying." You mumble. Barbara raises an eyebrow.

"You'll have to excuse her. This is my daughter, Y/N."

Jervis's face lights up in realization.

"Ah, I see." He remarks, taking your hand. Tabitha instinctively steps close, watching the way he takes it. He presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/N."

"Thank you," You say, softly, looking into his eyes. It really does feel like time stops. You can understand why people are hypnotized by him.

Tabitha finally steps in between you two, as Barbara watches the interaction with vague intrigue. He drops your hand with some reluctance. You don't blame him.

"I think you should get going." Tabitha says, firm. The man simply nods.

"Very well. Enjoy your night." He speaks. "Ms. Kean, Ms. Y/N." He bids one last nod of goodbye, before turning on his heel.

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; chapter twenty-four

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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John B and I run into the woods together, with no real plan on where to go now that we just saw what we did. Rafe was going to shoot her. Ward did shoot her. Where do we even go from here?

We run out into a street, not even looking at our surroundings. I'm assuming John B has the same tunnel vision I do right now, because we immediately get hit by a car. We both fly up over the hood, onto either side of the car. Once I hit the ground is when I feel the pain, though. My ankle feels like it's on fire. I try to get up as the man driving opens his door. "John B!" I shout as the man helps me up.

"Are you okay? Whose blood is that?" He asks and I look down, noticing I'm almost entirely covered in Sheriff Peterkin's blood just as John B grabs me from him.

"Snowy? We gotta go- we gotta go." John B says, and I scream at the pain in my foot as I try to take a step with him.

"We're fine, sir." John B says, wrapping his arm around my waist and helping me walk into the woods on the other side of the street as fast as we can.

"I know- I know, you're okay. You're gonna be fine." John B rambles to me as the man continues shouting at us, offering to call someone.

"It's broken, my foot is broken." I cry, holding onto John B as we stumble through the trees.

"No! No, you're okay, Snow. We just need to get to.. uh, somewhere. We'll get somewhere safe and everything will be fine." John B insists.

I try to keep my screams of agony to a minimum as we keep walking, John B practically carrying me even though he's limping slightly himself. We look up through the leaves when we hear a plane flying overhead. It's the Cameron's. Of course, we've lost the gold for real.

We eventually make it to a clearing with an open garage, and decide we can hide in there until we can contact our friends. We sneak around the corner, and John B helps me sit down against the wall, keeping my foot from moving.

"You're okay- here, stay still..." John B whispers, standing back up to look around.

"John B!" I hear someone gasp, and people running over.

"Are you okay? Hey, is this yours?" I hear JJ ask our friend, referring to the blood on his hands as I close my eyes and lean my head back against the wall.

"Shit- Snowy!" I hear Kie say, and JJ is quickly at my side, grabbing at my shirt. "Are you shot? Hey, are you shot?" He asks again and I shake my head.

"It's Peterkin's." John B says to the group, making everyone look over at him.

"What? What happened to Peterkin?" Kie asks, and then we hear more sirens and everyone ducks as some police cruisers tear past us on the road.

"Ward shot her." I say, looking up at my friends. "Ward shot her, and we were trying to save her but he was going to shoot us too so we ran."

"And then we got hit by a car." John B adds. "I'm pretty sure her ankle is broken. We need to get her to a hospital."

"No, no way." Pope chimes in, shaking his head. "I'm usually the first to say we need to do the safe thing, but something tells me you guys need to lay low- I have a bad feeling about this." I nod a little bit at that in agreement.

"No, we need to go to the police, like right now and tell them what happened." John B protests.

"Okay.. okay, I'll run home and get my car, and we can camp out in there, take John B to the police station, and then we can get Snowy to the hospital." Kie suggests.

"Okay, yes. Good idea." JJ agrees, standing up again with everyone. "We'll stay here, you and Pope go get the car."

The two of them nod and run off, and the three of us left hide behind some of the scrap in the garage while we wait for them to come back.

It's about fifteen minutes before Kie's car pulls up, but by now it's dark. The boys help me up and into the back seat, and we get to the police station as fast as we can.

"This is a bad idea, man, never trust the cops." JJ says as John B climbs out of the car.

"I need to tell them what happened." John B insists, closing the door behind him and walking up to the door. The rest of us sit in silence.

"I think Rafe was going to shoot her if I didn't practically tackle him." I say, needing to get that off my chest. Everyone turns to look at me.

"He was going to kill a cop?" Kie asks, a look of disgust crossing her face.

I nod slightly. "Maybe! I mean, I don't know... it was his gun. He brought it. I think he was just panicking, you know?"

"Jesus Christ, Snowy." JJ sighs, fixing his hair. "That's what happens when you sleep with a Kook I guess, I don't know what they do over here."

"JJ..." I groan, leaning my head back against the seat. "You should see how his dad treats him, it's horrible. There's something going on with him, like, mentally, and his dad not giving a shit stacked with a drug problem equals out to be pretty much what you'd expect. He just needs help."

"And that's you? You really think you're helping him?" Kie raises her eyebrow at me.

"I don't know! That's what he told me, I don't want to ignore that." I say frustratedly. "Will you guys please just stop shitting on my boyfriend for one day?"

"Sure- but it won't be the day he tries to kill a cop. Or either of the days his dad tried to shoot you. And don't forget the days his friends beat the shit out of us." Pope says sarcastically.

"Okay, yeah, I get it. He's not a bad person, you guys just don't know him like I do. So many people hate us because of what we do and how we live but like... you guys can't see that he also deserves a chance?"

JJ scoffs. "Right, yeah, what Rafe Cameron needs is another chance."

"JJ, I know you're not talking right now- you've told us more than once about times you've thought about killing your dad. About how you held a gun to his head while he was asleep! And I'm not judging you for that- I seriously don't, I get it. I just think you and Rafe are more alike then you're willing to admit."

"Fuck off, Snowy-" JJ responds, going to continue when he's interrupted by yelling coming from the station. We see John B sprinting towards us, shouting at Kie to start the car while he jumps in.

"Go! Go! Start it!" John B yells as a few officers run towards us from the station, and Kie fumbles to start the car again.

"I'm trying!" She says, locking to doors so the officers can't open it from the outside and we finally get moving.

We're all panicking and talking at once as the officers are yelling at us to stop and open the doors.

"Open it!" I shout at John B, who looks at me confused as I gesture for him to knock the female officer off with the door.

"Oh!" He says, turning and shoving the door open, pushing the woman off and closing it again as we drive away.

"Holy shit, John B, what did you do?" Kie asks him, still panicking as we speed away.

"Ward- he said we killed her." He explains breathlessly. Of course Ward would blame us.

"Why would we kill her? That doesn't even make sense! Oh my god, what are we going to do?" I ask, beginning to hyperventilate at this point.

John B just shakes his head.

"Oh yeah, real great family you're getting yourself into Snow!" JJ says, clearly making fun of me. "Framing you for fucking murder. Gotcha."

I groan frustratedly and decide not to say anything. No one is in the place to listen to me anyways.

Our best move is to camp out in the car in the woods, where no one can see us. We just need to buy more time to figure out how we can tell the truth and get everyone to actually believe us.

Bright and early, once the sun rises, we decided to take the ferry and get off the island instead. We're waiting in a line in the car, and I'm laying down in the back seat next to John B, trying to get some more sleep out of view from the windows.

"What is taking so long?" Pope asks, tapping on the steering wheel frustratedly.

Just then, Kie gets back in the car and I can hear paper crinkling in her hands. "Okay, so bad news. They closed the ferry so no one can leave the island. And, you guys are wanted." She says, passing the paper back to JJ as I open my eyes.

"What's that?" I ask, as JJ looks between us and the poster in his hand.

"This is a nice framer of you guys. Really captures Snowy's hair nicely I think." JJ jokes as John B reaches over and snatches it from him. We look at the poster, and I notice they used a picture of Rafe and I at Midsummers that I had on my instagram, but he is cropped out. I wonder if he has seen this. I sigh and close my eyes again.

"We've got to figure out another way to get out of here." JJ says.

"Maybe The Pogue?" I suggest and everyone shakes their head.

"It's at the chateau..." John B replies.

"Hm.. yeah let me think- yeah. Cops have definitely got that place locked down right now."

"Okay, well, any other ideas?" I ask. "Pope?" He's usually the smart one.

"I'm thinking! Give me a second." He says, rubbing his eyes. "Okay, okay, JJ, your dad still have that cigarette boat? The one he used to race with... The Phantom?" Pope turns in his seat to look at the boy sitting behind him.

"Yeah, I think so." JJ nods. "I don't know where the keys are though."

"Hey, Kie? Your car is on this." John B interrupts, just as I notice that as well.

"Come on, move!" Pope says, honking the horn now. Typically when we smoke we don't get angry, but Pope is a big fan of "keeping the signal clear" and he doesn't usually join us. Last night, after blowing his interview and seeing John B almost get killed, he changed his pace and decided now was as good a time as any to try weed. I guess under this much stress I'd be irritable too.

"Woah, hey, someone's spotted us we gotta go!" Kie says as John B covers both of our faces with his sweater and a man bangs on the window, and I can hear him fighting with a kid over who saw us first.

We jolt forward as Pope slams on the gas, hitting the car in front of us. We're all screaming as we peel out onto the road, speeding away.

"Pope, man, careful!" JJ says.

"My parents are going to kill me." Kie whines, covering her eyes.

Once we're out of the immediate area, Pope slams on the brakes. "John B, Snowy, get out." He says, looking back at us.

"He's right- we'll draw the cops, you run."

"I can't run guys I can't." I say, sitting up and shaking my head.

"Okay- okay, John B, you go, we'll figure out how to hide Snowy and meet you out at the dump at three tomorrow with the boat." JJ says as John B climbs out. "Dump at three!" He adds to make sure his friend heard as he runs into the woods.

We drive away quickly as I watch John B out the window.

We find a place to hide the car, and walk over to the Wreck, JJ practically carrying me the whole way. Kie let's us in and we settle on sitting under the window, so anyone looking in can't see us.

"Can I borrow someone's phone?" I ask and JJ hands me his.

"Who are you calling?" Kie asks, but I ignore her. I don't want to fight about this right now.

I hold it up to my ear as I wait for Rafe to answer.

"Hello?" He answers, sounding frustrated and stressed.

"Hi." I say quietly.

"Snowy- oh my god, are you okay? Where are you?"

"We're camped out at The Wreck, please don't tell anyone. And I'm alive but my ankle is broken because I got hit by a stupid car and now I'm wanted for murder and I just don't know what to do." I say, feeling tears fill my eyes.

"I know, I know baby I just-" Rafe sighs. He sounds both sad and frustrated. "I'm doing everything I can, okay? I'm not going to let them come after you."

"They already are, I saw the poster." I sniffle.

"Okay, yeah, it's okay. I'm going to the station right now and I'm going to tell them you didn't do anything, okay? Then I'll come get you and we'll get you to the hospital."

"You're going to tell the truth, right?" I ask and he doesn't reply for a moment. This is when I know he can hear me crying through the phone.

"Listen, okay, listen I talked to my dad, we can tell them you didn't do anything. I'm going to tell them you're innocent, okay?"

"What about John B?" I ask, and I'm met with silence again. "Rafe..."

"Snowy I... I don't have a choice. He saved me, he saved us. I have to listen to my dad."

"But-"

"No!" He shouts out of nowhere. "I'm going out of my way to help you but I can't help your friend."

"Rafe, you're better than this." I tell him honestly.

"I'm going to get you out of this. I promise. I'll see you soon." He says, and then he hangs up.

I lean my head back against the wall, holding the phone back out to JJ.

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A/N; we're coming up so quick on s2 omg

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Baixie

{White blood /白血}

( WARNING: MURDER / DEATH / DECAPITATION / ETC YOU MAY NOT READ IF DISTURBED !!!! )

nonbinary/aroace/they/them

( they are a child in they're physical form but they are spiritually a teen )

Baixie was created by LBD as a role of her servant even though hes a child and he grew with fear for his own "mother". ever since LBD found the emperor she used to work for She had been more harsh on Baxie in closed doors and forced him to take part in being the emperors servant.

they didnt surprisingly well at serving the emperor due to the fear that he would harm them just like how LBD did but then something happened. a guard had caught LBD talking to Baixie about the plan she did for "perfection" and told the emperor and planed the execution for Baixie since the emperor really trusted him.

the cause of they're death was being left in the mountains while he was being hanged on a nearby tree causing his head to pop off and the guards slashed his arm and both of his feet so he couldnt run away.

LBD then resurrected Baixie after the victory of defeating the emperor just to be her harbinger instead and suffer more even in death. that was until SWK and the pilgrims locked away LBD and then sealed them away in the same calabash along with "the mayor" that jin and yin used for MK and the calabash broke.

the only people Baixie fully trusted and saw them as a true parental was Macaque and spiderqueen the only reason why they trusted macaque even though they know he doesnt have good intentions is because he was the only person that spended the most time with them even on missions appreciating his best effort as if they were bonding as a family making them feel safe for the first time ever and taught him on how to fight properly. and as for spiderqueen she didnt treat him like a servant like all of her spiderbots most of the time she wouldnt allow them to fight why? Baixie is only a innocent child dying at such a young age no one should deserve it she doesnt want him to get hurt. but then Baixie asked spiderqueen to give them a chance to fight just for her and to feel worthy enough its mostly for her though so she gave him charm spells to help him during battle and it cannot run out.

Baixie once called spiderqueen mom on accident and she called them her spiderling :)

powers:

ice claw ( the ice claw is surprisingly light for them to lift but its heavy if a human tries to hold it. when the ice claw smashes something really hard ice spikes instantly shoot out from the spot being smashed )

he literally inherited LBDs powers after her defeat ( well half of it )

shadow flames ( despite the darkness it has it gives off warmth of peace for Baixie because Macaque himself gifted him that power for a safe space and to ambush people )

charm curses ( the charms come in with four types shield for defense and poison to poison others when touched by the charm they barely used that one tho. healing for health treatment obv and fire its like any normal flames but it can purify corrupted stuff

[g0ttal0ve101]

🪩 School Dance Headcanons! 🪩

I just thought. I should elaborate on the fact that ALL my ocs go to the same school therefore would attend the dances together and I’m……at a lost for words 💀 anyway tho i’ll include @billys-bbg ‘s ocs bc shipping reasons so yea :3

Thomas

The dance king by default. like. DEFAULT. before the dance was even ANNOUNCED he was alr it. and that’s on peaking in high school….so obv all the girls want to be the dance queen, blah blah blah, ok. BUT HOW WILL THOMAS CHOOSE? (spoiler alert: murder 🥱)

He’ll lock up all the girls hot enough to go with him in one room, force them to murder each other in a certain amount of time, then whoever lasts he’ll go with!!

The final girl is SO EXCITED TO HAVE HER HANDS ON THE DANCE QUEEN POSITION!!

^ Until Thomas changes his mind and goes with Riley anyway. Indecisive people are the worst, right? :3

Anyway he wears the most expensive brands and shit to a fucking FOUR hour party…..like bro…it’s never that deep

he tries to pull riley before and after the dance but…no. she was too busy hanging out with that sam boy or whatever. BOOOORING. YAAAWNINGGG. am i right? (no)

^ bc he’s salty, he convinces everyone to vote for riley to be the dance’s queen, just to make sam pissed off. (again, spoiler alert!! IT WORKS!!)

His after party is to KILL for though. Drugs, sex, and alcohol included!!! just forget abt the missing young ladies ok?

Evelyn

SHE TAKES THIS SHIT WAY TOO SERIOUSLY.

stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, radiant, captivating, charming, elegant, striking, dashing, alluring, exquisite, lovely, mesmerizing, enchanting, irresistible, fabulous, charismatic, fashionable, incredible, incomparable, graceful, appealing, el-

Violet is sooo supportive of her…despite having to go dress shopping for eight hours straight 😻 (Evelyn couldn’t decide and her gf was passing out from the amount of beauty she witnessed 💀)

At the party though, she immediately wants to leave. She literally just showed up bc getting ready is fun n shi…

BUT SHE DID SLOW DANCE WITH HER GF BEFORE LEAVING TO GO MAKE OUT!! TRUST!!!

everyone’s honest reaction when she showed up in a limbo that she actually owned: 😦

^ she was definitely the ride for everyone to get there……..

Sam

sigh. this boy has been preparing to propose to riley since the beginning of the school year. he literally had fifty mental breakdowns beforehand just for her to say ‘uh babe obv we’re going together, you’re my bf?’

but the issue is…they both don’t know what their gonna wear. riley HATES dresses and sam is going through the horrors of gender dysphoria…HOWEVER!! THEY CONQUER THEIR FEARS AND GO SHOPPING AT THE MALL TOGETHER!!!!!! only for them to get really cute outfits that compliment each other very well. (sam sobbed when seeing riley all dressed up for the first time.)

GAAAAAH THEY DID EACH OTHER’S HAIR AND NAILS!!! THE CUTIES!!! ofc riley’s parents didnt want anything to do with the dance so sam’s mom ended up doing the photo shoot and taking them to dinner!! she lit thinks of riley as her own daughter atp…. (she is the #1 riam shipper!!)

at the party, jordan is pissed off that riley had moved on from him and tried to rub it in her face that he pulled tons of other bitches. (A.K.A. lindsey hall who sleeps with literally every single man she can get with and has 91827391927382 diseases. 😻) sam wants to brutally murder him but doesn’t want to ruin the night by causing any sort of drama, so let’s the side eyeing go and plans the murder for later.

everything is going well up until the king and queen are announced!! for some reason, riley won the queen position even though half the girls at school hated her, especially after the breakup with jordan. they knew IMMEDIATELY that thomas rigged the whole thing…….

once she’s called up there, thomas spews out some bullshit about sam to embarrass him and make him cry in front of everyone. it was all fun and games until girlie literally slapped the shit outta him in front of the entire fucking school. 💀

^ everyone was STUNNED. JAW ELONGATED. EYES BUGGING OUT. ETC. The chaperones wanted to escort both riley and sam out, but thomas told them to let it go and let them continue dancing. after convincing them of it, he had the balls to invite both of them to his after party too. asshole, am i right?

….they both end up going lmao. (alcohol 😻)

Max

he tags along with the gang ™️ even though he’s super poor and cannot afford to get any sort of outfit!!

^ ends up wearing his older brother’s clothes instead lmao.

he tries to stick with lucian for the beginning of the night, but seeing kai’s eyes shooting out daggers to ensure he knew his place…sorta scared him off……

then he tries to stick with evelyn!! but she leaves early to go make out with her gf 💀

then he tries to stick with sam!! but….something was off? how much fruit punch did he spill on himself and……did he splash it on riley too? they looked like they murdered someone or something haha!

^ wait where did that big group of girls go?

ANYWAY. it’s time to stick around thomas on the dance floor. surely nothing could go wrong, right? ….uh. did Thomas just drug that girl’s drink?

after seeing that, he called his brother to come pick him up. 💀

Lucian

*lovely dovey sigh* lucian loves school dances! he loves the lights, the food, the dancing, the music…but the same could not be said about his date. Kai DESPISES these sorta gatherings, considering he doesn’t like ANY of these motherfuckers around them. he only went since he knew lucian was excited for it and didn’t want to disappoint.

the proposal (made by our silly boy kai :3) went as follows: lucian wil u plez go to the danse with me ? i wil birng ring pops i love u (dyslexic rizz)

despite having completely different styles, their suits still complimented each other to a T. lucian wore a soft, fitting suit while his bf wore his usual spikes and combat boots he always did. everyone could recognize who they were from miles away.

KAI HAD A SEIZURE WHEN SEEING HIS BF WEARING HIS HAIR UP IN A CUTE LIL PONYTAIL. BRO WAS SPAZZING OUT ON THE FLOOR, DYING EVEN.

lucian hung out with a few other groups of friends while there, having a light hearted conversation and a good time. he always wondered why they would be quick to leave and almost look….scared? kai reassured him that it was probably nothing, knowing DAMN WELL he was scaring them off by death staring into their fucking souls.

they ate everyone up when slow dancing bc obv two idiots who have no idea what they’re doing is MUCH cuter and efficient than losers who take things seriously 🥱

whenever they got tired of walking around or dancing or whatever, kai would claim a table and let lucian sit in his lap to take a drink. (these bitches WISH they had what they had 💀)

the dance ended at 10:30 and lucian’s usual bedtime was at 9:00…..he was nearly passing out by the time they got in the car to leave. kai had to carry him to bed….

[atanx]

Just finished Yakuza 3 so here's some of my thoughts:

BEAUTIFUL EYES

Richardson and Kiryu talking at each other in different languages was so funny to me. Like they don't understand each other yet stubbornly keep talking as if they did XD

RIKIYA DYING WAS SO UNNECESSARY FOR THE PLOT WHYY like Kiryu has GOT to get rid of his stupid habit of leaving defeated enemies to their devices around various lethal objects (especially guns). Because they always, ALWAYS get back up. I'm not saying he should kill them. But like secure them in SOME way. Start carrying around some rope or something. I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried.

Damn, Mine, babygirl, you are so beyond fucked up you need therapy BAD

Poor Daigo like imagine getting shot, being in a coma and you wake up on a rooftop in fucking december, toes freezing off, falling off of a hospital bed and immediately being greeted with the sight of several gun wielding assholes. You shoot them, still confused about what's going on (why tf is your father-figure of sorts there? Why is the dude u wished was ir boyfriend there? WHY ARE THEY SHIRTLESS AND BLOODY). Then ur crush starts spouting cryptic shit, the dude you shot somehow still has fight in him and to save you, your crush charges at him, getting shot multiple times and then tells you that he doesnt deserve to live before throwing himself off the roof. You've been awake for three minutes.

Also Haruka slapping Mine was EPIC. She should have kept going, kicked Mine in the shin, bitten his arm etc all feral foaming-at-the-mouth chihuahua mode

Also Mine feeling good about himself for having slapped a teen back. A grown ass adult. Like damn dude has issues

I'm stilk very upset about Rikiya. Like one moment I would run away from him in the Kamurocho streets and giggle with a warm feeling in my chest when he'd scream "ANIKII!!" and then the next he fell victim to this stupid gimmick of defeated opponents not being taken care of properly

I honestly feel like that gimmick is so overdone at this point

I think I did something wrong during the final boss battle because Mine was constantly going into this Jojo's bizarre adventure pose and regenerating health AND I had to do like the exact same QTE cutscene like four times even though I never failed it (besides the first time)

RIGHT I ALMOST FORGOT my steam screenshot folder is prob like 90% just various Majima facial expressions because I enjoyed them so much. Reminds me of that post going like "while older character models are kinda eh Majima's crowfeet in them slap!" and I really agree. I'm playing the games chronologically and when I got to YK2 something about Majima just looked extremely off but I couldn't put my finger on it. I think that's it tho they ironed him out and took away his wrinkles :(. Like obvs the model is still good it was just a weird change that I'm not sure why they implemented it. Anyway the Y3 Majima expressions are fucking precious especially the grins

Also pink truck scene probably best scene in the game it was so cute the way Majima was worried that he accidentally ran over Kiryu <3

I took way too long to finish this game because the old graphics are kind of jarring especially considering I played Judgement and Lost Judgement at the same time, but it was still a pretty good game. (another contributing factor was that for some reason the game doesn't allow me to do anything else on my PC besides access the taskbar while I'm playing it so taking short breaks is harder. The game literally does not allow for any apps to show up on screen) I'd really like a YK3 I think that would be epic especially to get an updated Rikiya model (I think there's an updated Mine model in Ishin? Idk anyway just more modern graphics would be really cool)

I can continue with Y4 now, which I'm really excited for because I've hears quite a bit of stuff about Akiyama and Saejima and this will be like the first proper contact with them and their storylines. I've actually started Y4 already and Akiyama has major cat energy to me

[mianwo]

okay obv spoilers and whatever for the movie but LISTEN i was cracking up the entire time

keanu reeves inexplicably hamming it up in all ten lines he has throughout the movie. i had to stop and think is he always like this? since ive never seen the first three and i only vaguely remember the matrix BUT i do remember him in that ali wong romcom movie and that was basically the same delivery

people unintentionally getting hit by cars during a fight was funny. keanu rolling ALL the way down the stairs after fighting a bunch of nameless enemies to get to the top was funny. everything donnie yen did was funny. the attack dog biting people in the nuts bc his owner has a command for that. the physical comedy in this was off the charts.

bill skarsgards gayass villain character posturing around and doing anything and donnie yen telling him to fuck off near the climax of the movie. just overall great comedic timing from all the actors

john wicks last line is him saying CONSEQUENCES in that grave yet wobbly tone right after shooting a man in the head and its supposedly a callback to the first film (according to my bf whos seen all four) and its a super serious scene bc he dies within the next five minutes as well. super funny

the entire fight scene in the berlin club where countless random dudes just fucking die and all the club patrons just continue to dance. this would happen in real life and its also funny

just like a really silly script and dialogue (i mean this in the best way possible).

CONSEQUENCES

john wick 4 comedy film of the year

[alvadee]

Portraits of Victor Buono taken in 1969

[fancyshooting]

OCELOT'S CODENAME

like the other members of foxhound, revolver ocelot's codename is derived from his weapon of choice and an animal. why an ocelot?

here's an excerpt from this 1998 interview with hideo kojima:

How did you came up with Ocelot’s name?

Well, originally he was going to be named Lynx, which is a wildcat [山猫/yamaneko in Japanese, literally a mountain cat]. However, to a Japanese person that name doesn’t quite convey that image. I thought making him a wildcat would be cool, wouldn’t it? So I really wanted him to be a wildcat.

So there’s a story written by author Yoichi Funato about a certain wildcat and it’s an ocelot, so that’s when I thought “alright, this is the one.” [Kojima is likely referring to the novel Yamaneko no Natsu/山猫の夏, otherwise known as The Summer of the Ocelot.]

Are ocelot wildcats?

That’s right! I decided on Revolver Ocelot since it sounded cool and was the easiest to understand in terms of image. Like an “old man wildcat” who happens to be sly. 

the book is set in brazil and tells the story of a feud between two families. this "ocelot" is hired by one of the families and violence ensues. it's only in japanese so idk much about it other than what google translate shows... but the wiki page lists four things about the character: he's in his 40s, he is good at shooting, he is a skilled martial artist and he likes the caipirinha cocktail. some of these traits are of course shared by our ocie. whether that includes enjoying a refreshing caipirinha I do not know

and from the "summer of the wildcat" synopsis:

"Wherever the wildcat moves, blood splatters immediately. When will the terrifying identity of the mysterious wildcat be revealed?"

reading this, you can see why kojima thought "ocelot" suited his character - the lone, mysterious, middle-aged killer

in mgs3, as pointed out by para-medic, the name "ocelot" is a hint to his split allegiance ("why would a soviet officer be using the name of an american wildcat?"). it also appears that ocelot identifies with these proud creatures somewhat. why's that? here's what I think:

for this to stand, you need to believe that ocelot's NSA backstory is true. the ADAM and EVA defection is based on the irl martin and mitchell defection and they followed the typical defector route of US -> cuba -> USSR. ADAM almost definitely travelled through south america. which animal can be found here? THE OCELOT!!

they're elusive but maybe he caught a rare sighting of one. he was only sixteen years old at the time and maybe he was feeling a bit apprehensive about this extremely important/complicated/risky mission that he had no say in partaking in. maybe a comparison was drawn between ADAM and the ocelot by whoever he was travelling with (EVA? the real one obv -_-). the ocelot is solitary and hunts under cover of darkness, much in the same way ADAM is expected to operate. stay hidden, be independent, never forget your objective. the mission will take years but don't let your prey escape. no matter how much you think you trust someone, remember: you hunt alone. "ocelot" was a sort of a last-minute codename to prepare him for his mission

"You're not a snake and I'm not an ocelot. we're men, with names."

this is ocelot acknowledging that "ocelot" is as much of a persona as "shalashaska". snake seems to be the first person to recognise the humanity in ocelot, which is the primary reason ocelot is drawn to him imo. I wrote about this before blah blah blah, back to the point: raised as a tool of the philosophers, ocelot's true personality was constantly suppressed so that he could adapt to any given situation. if mgsv really is a closer depiction of his true personality, then clearly he is a lot more benevolent and sympathetic than is ideal for a soldier-spy-terrorist-interrogator. he is only "ocelot" for most of his life because the characteristics he has attributed to that persona are those that are most suited to his all-consuming work

also ocelots stand slightly bow-legged and it reminds me of the classic cartoon cowboy stance:

^^^ all cowboys ^^^

what really happened is whoever gave him his codename saw an ocelot standing like this and said adam that's u lol

[bellesowl]

kiss and make up

- multiple characters 

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip 

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

-

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face. 

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time. 

-

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?” 

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you. 

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish. 

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-” 

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

-

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

[doctordiscosbignaturals]

ranking the doctors based on whether or not i could beat them in a fight:

one: no fucking way

look ik that he’s an old man but he beat the shit outta that one guy in the romans AND the robot-him that the daleks made. he also did NOT hesitate to try bash that caveman in the head with a rock so he definitely wouldn’t hesitate to beat me within an inch of my life.

two: probably

first off, let me clarify that i would never hurt him, i don’t think i could physically bring myself to do it. but if i had to, i’d totally win. bring it on little man. also; he doesn’t have a very good track record in delivering punches or defense BUT; he’s more flight than fight, and im a shit runner. so if he got away, there’s no way in hell i’d catch him again. i still say the likelihood of me winning is relatively high

three: oh hell no

the man has a pHd in kicking ass. he would fed-ex same-day ship my ass directly back to my maker.

four: definitely

idgaf that he has like a good foot on me; knees only bend one way and it ain’t backwards or sideways motherfucker come at me. i would kick the shit outta him, no doubt.

five: absolutely

this one it pretty self explanatory; what are u gonna do, twink? huh?? you gonna swing ur stupid little cricket bat at me?? id like to see you try. the only thing i’m worried about is he’s got a lot of backup to call on but one on one, id totally kick his ass.

six: no way

i mean he strangled peri so- he would beat the shit outta me, man idk what u want me to say.

seven: absolutely not

he’s a sadistic, manipulative, little man. i love him. he also: terrifies me. he’s the first version of the doctor id be scared to fight.

eight: bring it on, pretty boy

again, same with two, i would never hes so sweet and id feel terrible but, if i had to id win:

-THAT BEING SAID-

war: tell my mother i love her

eight im pretty sure i could take but war would kill me; he’s called the fucking WAR DOCTOR. THIS MAN SURVIVED A LITERAL W A R. he wouldn’t want to obv, but that’s the only way i can see this scenario playing out.

nine: i’m going to the hospital

i don’t think he’d want to fight me, he’d go easy on me bc he is a sweetheart. but: he would totally wreck my shit.

ten: let’s go, pretty boy, round 2

pre-christmas specials before he kinda went down the dark path, i totally win. the man in a bean poll, i could crush his head with my thighs. BUT: post-time lord victorious ego-trip, he would put a gun to my head and shoot me point blank, execution style.

eleven: i’m not afraid to fight a child

again, pre-emo phase, id totally win but like post-season 7, i think we might be evenly matched. i feel like he’s got a lot of pent up rage. but then again, so do i.

twelve: absolutely fucking not

this man could end my life with a LOOK, besides from seven, he’s the only other version of the doctor that would have me shitting myself if i ever had to square up with him

thirteen: lmao nah

id let her beat me up, no cap 🥴

[spiderlilyserendipity]

Deserve (KSJ x reader) 🔞

Genres: angst, smut, & fluff

Tags: brat tamer ksj, brat!reader, dom/sub elements (obv LMAO), references to cheating (no actual cheating by jin or oc dw), spanking, fingering, established relationship, possessive sex, unsafe sex (be safe irl y’all), insecurity, mentioned breeding kink, mentioned hand kink, sexting, jealousy, aftercare (always important!), lots of hickeys, whooo this one is wild

Warnings: ksj uses some mean language in this fic (slut, bitch, etc.)

WC: 3835

Reminder: 18+ ONLY

You grin to yourself at the sight of Seokjin readjusting his pants to hide his erection. The camera is angled low enough that no one notices, especially with the winter coat on top of his clothes, but Seokjin is embarrassed, you can read him well.

You love the sight of his large member tenting in his pants, even more so when it’s because of your actions.

You stopped by the set today to surprise him with dinner after a long shoot, but then you got jealous.

You and Seokjin haven’t seen each other in a few weeks due to his work, and he hasn’t been picking up your calls lately. You decided to put up with that, since it hasn’t even been a year of dating yet. Most people don’t call ten month long relationships “serious”. But when you were waiting on him to finish work, you saw Seokjin’s fans talking about his newest interview on Twitter.

Seokjin has such good chemistry with her! One fan commented.

Yeah he totally does 😍😍 I wonder if they’re dating on the DL HAHAHA. Another added.

That makes sense actually! I hear she also majored in acting, and at Seokjin’s college, too!

You watched the interview and you agreed, he had been too friendly with her. You know it’s all work, as an actor Seokjin has to be charming and suave. It’s the only way he can convince the audience he is deserving of the roles he plays. But something bothers you about the way they interact. It almost feels real.

Out of jealousy, you go to the bathroom and take a picture of yourself topless and send it to Seokjin. You pinch a bit of your skin until it reddens, making it look like a hickey. Then you do it again, in another place. They’re hard enough pinches to start to bruise, and you bet they’ll be deep purple in a couple hours. You caption the picture as if you don’t hurry, I’ll go back to him soon.

There is no ‘him’ of course. You’re exclusive to Seokjin, both romantically and sexually. But hey, you can’t be the only one that’s a little jealous.

You leave the dinner you packed for Seokjin in his dressing room and leave just in time to see him open the text out of anyone else’s sight (as he opens all your texts to prevent people finding out about your relationship).

You turn around and happily skip back to your car. Seokjin can be the frustrated one now, you’ve had it.

When Seokjin comes home, it’s nearing midnight. The shoot went on another 3 hours after you left, 3 painstaking hours you laid in bed and pretended to sleep.

Seokjin knows it, too.

“Covers off.” He says instead of hello, not even turning the lights on. When you stay still, he shuts the bedroom door and locks it even though you’re home alone in his apartment. You don’t usually use the house key he gave you since you always felt it was a bit early for you to even have one, but Seokjin had insisted on giving one to you (although oddly he never demanded one to your house in return). But tonight, you’re not shirking away from any sort of commitment. You don’t care what Seokjin thinks of you using his house key and waiting in his bed, if it looks clingy. You’re clearly not that important to him anyway.

The only light Seokjin turns on is a small bedside lamp he only keeps on when you have sex, to be able to read your facial expressions even when you’re tied up or blind folded.

Seokjin pulls the covers off you, leaving you cold. “Y/N. I’m here. Quit pretending to be asleep. If you want to come tonight, show some fucking respect.” He snaps, shaking your shoulder. You open your eyes and glare up at him. Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Get on your knees.” He orders.

You do so. You’re dressed in only a pair of black lace panties and one of his oversized long sleeve shirts. You showered and shaved for tonight, and you’re sure he can smell his own body wash on you. But you’re not anywhere close to behaving yet, and you stare ahead. Seokjin tugs down the collar of your shirt to reveal your collarbone and the top of your chest where there are two bruises that look uncannily like hickeys.

At your unusual silence, Seokjin stops to check on you. “Colour.” He states rather than asks.

“Green.”

Seokjin clicks his tongue in disapproval at you. His temper is worse with you today. You have obviously pushed him further than he has ever gone tonight with your picture. “Look me in the eye when you tell me your colour. Have I not trained you well?”

You look him in the eye, anger flashing on your face. “No, you haven’t.”

Seokjin tightens his jaw. A muscle quivers in his cheek as he does it. “Is that the right way to ask sir to fuck you, princess?” He asks in a threateningly calm voice. His voice is just above a whisper and sends a chill down your spine.

You know what you’re asking for though. You both do. You smirk up at him. “Green.”

Seokjin sits at the edge of the bed. “Over my lap this instant.” He tells you. When you continue to glare, he smirks. “You know it’s been a month since we did this. I won’t fuck you for another month if you push me any further. Write down the fucking date if you want to, Y/N.”

Knowing Seokjin always keeps his promises, you quietly bend over his lap. You can deal with being spanked or even edged until you’re crying, but being deprived of Seokjin’s touch altogether is the worst and you both know it.

Seokjin chuckles, tugging his shirt up and over your ass. He begins to knead your ass between his hands roughly, making you whine. “Who asked you to stop by the set today?”

“No one.” You answer.

Seokjin slaps your ass hard. “Does this look like a regular conversation to you? Use your manners.”

“No one, sir. I stopped by because I wanted to.” You correct, already breathless. Seokjin’s first few hits are usually lighter, but he doesn’t have that kind of patience with you tonight. He gives you the kind of smacks he saves for the end right at the start.

Seokjin scoffs, continuing to knead at the same part he just hit. You wriggle in his lap at the touch, making him laugh at you. “Are you that sensitive because I haven’t fucked you in so long? Or is it because your new dom is too soft on you?”

Another hit to the opposite cheek when you take too long to answer. “Do you want to go another month without coming?” Seokjin growls in your ear.

“N-No, sir.” You answer.

Seokjin scoffs at your answer. “Sir, my ass. If you had any respect for me you wouldn’t cheat. I bet you act all coy with him because he doesn’t know you like I do. I bet he thinks you’re some soft little sub that can only be fucked in missionary position. But he doesn’t know you’re a disobedient bitch, does he, Y/N?”

Two more hard smacks, followed immediately by him kneading your ass. “N-No, sir.” You reply breathlessly. Seokjin didn’t give you a number of hits tonight, which means he is going to punish you until you’re crying. Those nights always left you sore the next day, but tonight you feel sore already. Even just sitting tomorrow will be an achievement, forget walking.

“What do you even like about him?” Seokjin asks in a cold voice. “Is he your ideal ‘type’ or some bullshit?”

You close your eyes, envisioning your ideal man. Tall and muscular. Large biceps but a small waist. Cute dimples and round cheeks and shiny eyes when he smiles. Long fingers with rounded nails that look beautiful adorned with jewellery, but the most beautiful when wrapped around your hips, your neck, and especially when inside your––

Four hard smacks in succession, two to each ass cheek. “I asked you a fucking question, didn’t I?” Seokjin asks coldly. When you tremble under him, he pauses. “Colour.”

You sniffle, brushing tears away. “Green.”

“You already took eight. You don’t have to take anymore if you don’t want to, you know that.” Seokjin reminds you, no longer angry. He actually sounds a bit guilty. He gently rubs over your ass, making you wince. “Sorry. I did too much this time, right?” He whispers, now rubbing your lower back in apology.

“I want more.” You tell him through your tears. You turn your head so you can look him in the eye. “I want as much as sir thinks I deserve.”

Seokjin considers it for a moment. Then, he chuckles. “There’s my girl.” He says softly, even though there’s nothing soft about how his hands come down on your ass.

He gives you four more, two to each ass cheek. By the time he’s done, you’re sobbing. It burns, it really does. But you like it like this, like being all his. Even if he’s smiling at some other woman while he’s working or even dating her, you like being just his in this moment. And because you’ve made him jealous too, Seokjin will definitely remind you of that fact tonight. Even if he doesn’t really believe it anymore.

Seokjin manhandles you onto the bed, making you lay down against his pillow. You hiss in pain but Seokjin is quick to kiss you. He does a great job of distracting you, kissing you deep and making you moan in his mouth. He only breaks away from the kiss to unbutton the shirt you’re wearing.

“So fucking dirty. Letting some asshole get his hands on what’s mine all because I left you alone for a few weeks.” Seokjin curses, pushing you further into the mattress as he lays on top of you. You gasp as he sucks hard hickeys on your neck, your collarbones, and the top of your chest. Seokjin takes special care to cover the two bruises you made with larger ones, pinning you down by the waist as you wriggle against him.

“S-Sir.” You whimper, but Seokjin keeps going lower. He even leaves hickeys on your breasts and on your ribcage, refusing to leave you unmarked anywhere. You’re sure you will have over a dozen on you tomorrow morning.

When he’s satisfied, Seokjin returns to your breasts. He is all tongue and teeth as he sucks at them until they’re both hard. You whine as he pinches them both hard afterwards. “You let some other guy do this to you? When only I can fucking work you up like this?” Seokjin demands, anger returning to his voice. He clamps one hand over your throat, not hard enough to block your breathing but enough to make your head spin. “Answer me, Y/N. Right fucking now.”

“S-Sorry, sir.” You answer, not really sure what you’re sorry for. You haven’t cheated on him, but his reaction makes you more sorry than if you had. You hadn’t known Seokjin could look at you with that kind of fire in his eyes. It’s different from other scenes, where Seokjin was turned on but carefully in control. Tonight, Seokjin is angry. But under it, there’s another emotion that shines just as brightly. Hurt. Seokjin is hurt by what he thinks you did.

Seokjin takes his hand off you. “You’re not sorry yet, princess. But you will be.” He warns.

Seokjin sinks lower, pressing kisses to your pubic bone and lower. He pulls your panties down and discards them. Then, Seokjin starts making new hickeys on the insides of your thighs without breaking eye contact.

When Seokjin finally pushes his middle finger into you, you’re half out of your mind and so wet it makes the insides of your thighs glisten. “Did he do this to you, princess?” Seokjin asks you, stretching you easily.

You shake your head, pushing your hips to get him to touch that spot. Seokjin grips your hip with one hand, nails digging into the skin as he holds you in place. The pain is what reminds you that he asked a question. “No! No one can do this to me.” You answer honestly, panting from the force of not coming. It would be so embarrassing to come from being fingered a little, and knowing Seokjin’s mood, he might not let you come the rest of the night if you come without permission.

Seokjin re-enters, two fingers this time. When you moan, he kisses one of the hickeys he made to cover your bruise. “That’s what I thought.” He says in a sing-song voice, mocking you. You grip his shoulders, grateful that Seokjin hadn’t tied you up as part of punishment. You dig your nails into the strong skin there, feeling him tense at how hard you do it. You don’t mean it as pay back or anything for him gripping your hip, you’re truly just that worked up tonight. But no matter his anger, Seokjin always checks on you. “Colour.”

“Green, green. Oh fuck Seokjin. Please can I come, please, please?” You beg, tipping your head back as tears roll out of them. As you clench around his fingers, Seokjin just chuckles and scissors you.

A few pumps later, he adds a third finger. “Do you think you deserve to come tonight?” He mocks you. “Look at how tight you are, I don’t even think you can take my cock tonight. That’s what happens when you fuck someone that isn’t as good as me, I guess.” Seokjin mocks you, rubbing his thumb against your clit to rile you up more.

“Ugh, I said I’m s-sorry! Sir, please.” You wriggle.

Seokjin smirks down at you. “You said it yourself, princess. ‘As much as sir thinks I deserve.’ And I think you deserve to be reminded who you fucking belong to, not to come. But if you beg really well, I might come in you. I bet you’d love to be bred by me after so long, stuffed full of my come like a dumb little slut.” Seokjin slows down, tightening his jaw again. “That is if it’s even special to you anymore. Assuming you don’t let him come in you too, of fucking course.” Seokjin punctuates each word with a hard thrust that has you scrambling for purchase on the bed sheets.

“I don’t, sir! I don’t! No one has except you.” You tell him. It’s true. You have been on birth control for years, but have never done it raw with any man until you met Seokjin. You had always been too afraid in case you missed your pill a day and wound up pregnant. But Seokjin had made you feel safer than any ex-boyfriend of yours had. Only a few months into dating, Seokjin made you feel safe enough to let him go raw, and never made you regret it. Hell, he even picked up your prescription for you when you worked late.

Seokjin’s fingers slip out of you. He pushes a stray hair back from your face, making you shiver as he gets some pre-come on your forehead. “And why’s that, princess?”

“I belong to you. I’m yours.”

You jolt in surprise as you feel the head of Seokjin’s cock press against your entrance. You grip his wide shoulders as he eases into you, but Seokjin pulls your hands off. He pins you down against the mattress, a hand to each wrist. “Correct.” He replies, before starting to move.

You can’t help the moans that fall from your lips with each of his movements. They’re not loud, actually the opposite. Seokjin’s punishment and teasing tired you out, so you can only let out soft moans and whines now. Seokjin pins you down, eyes pitch black and piercing in the dim light. There are no words needed for what Seokjin is doing right now. He’s trying to prove himself to you.

That only makes you feel more guilty. Even a simple nude while he was working would’ve riled Seokjin up, why did you have to make him think you cheated? In hindsight, you hadn’t been thinking straight. “I-I’m sorry.” You whisper as you look at Seokjin.

Seokjin looks away from you and down at your chest, at the darkening spots on your body. “Shut up.” He whispers back. His grip tightens on your wrists and he picks up the pace.

You’re getting close and you know Seokjin is, too. “S-Sir. Please.” You beg.

Seokjin pulls your arms up, taking both of your wrists in one hand and holding them away. You arch your back as the head of his cock rubs against your g-spot. “Sir!” You cry out. When Seokjin’s hips start to stutter, you finally lose your patience. “Fuck, Seokjin!”

Seokjin lets go of your wrists. One hand comes to grip your thigh hard, pushing it as far out as it can go. The other comes to rub at your clit. His pace picks up again, filling you up in a way that feels entirely different this time.

When you come, it feels like a flood of emotion. You tremble and clench around Seokjin, moaning his name and crying. When Seokjin comes, it’s with a deep moan and his fingernails digging into your skin, sure to leave marks tomorrow morning. You both know it, but you’re not upset at all. You have always liked the reminder that you’re his and only his.

Seokjin collapses on top of you as you both come down from your high. Seokjin pushes his bangs back from his forehead, wiping at the sweat on his face with one hand. He doesn’t look you in the eye. You try to kiss him, but he pulls away. He sits up, pulling out of you. Seokjin grabs tissues off the nightstand and wipes himself and you down gently.

“You can use the shower in the guest bedroom.” Seokjin says.

You grab his hand before he can go. “Why can’t I use your shower? We’ve showered together before.”

Seokjin pulls his hand away. “That was before you cheated on me, Y/N. I know we fucked tonight, but this is it. I’m not your boyfriend after tonight.”

Your heart sinks. “Seokjin. I didn’t actually cheat on you.”

That makes Seokjin look at you, eyes still dark but now sad. “Don’t lie to me now, Y/N. You told me clearly in your text that another guy made hickeys on you and that you were going to go back to him.”

You shake your head, taking his hands in yours. “I actually pinched myself. I only meant to make it look real and tease you, but I went too far. I’m sorry baby. I really am.”

Seokjin looks at you like he can’t believe his own ears. “You gave yourself bruises that look like hickeys just to make me mad?”

When you nod and look honest, Seokjin pulls you close. “Why?”

“I watched your newest interview.” You say.

A long moment passes and then Seokjin seems to get what you’re saying. “Were you jealous of me interacting with her?” Seokjin asks, surprised. When you pout he starts to laugh. He tips his head back and closes his eyes at how funny it is to him but it’s not funny to you. When you smack his chest lightly, he looks at you with a fond smile. He brushes your hair behind your ear. “Say it. Were you jealous?”

You bite your lip. Seokjin notices immediately you’re not finding this funny and grows serious. You look away from him. “I was jealous. But I was also insecure.”

“Insecure?” Seokjin repeats the word. “Why?”

You play with his hands. “Don’t know.” You mumble.

Seokjin cups your face and makes you look at him. “Be honest.” He tells you. “You know I like it when you’re honest the most, right?”

You chew your bottom lip. “I...I saw some stuff on Twitter. They said you two looked like a couple. And to be honest, you were kinda too friendly with her.”

Seokjin looks sad. “And that’s why you teased me? Even though you knew I’d think you were just playing and punish you?” You nod. Seokjin’s brows knit together. He pulls you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry baby. I should’ve thought more.”

You shake your head, but tears fall on Seokjin’s shoulder anyway. “I liked it. I always like it when we have sex like that. But I also wanted your attention.”

“You always have my attention.” Seokjin pulls back, cupping your face again. His eyes are wide and genuine. You love that the most about Seokjin; even though he’s an actor, he’s never lied to you. “Let’s take a shower.”

So you do. The two of you get in the shower together. Seokjin washes your chest and between your thighs for you, gentle as he touches the hickeys he made. You wash his back for him and his hair, giving him little kisses every now and then. You grab a spare pair of panties you left at his house and another one of his shirts.

When you get in bed, Seokjin turns you onto your back and applies lotion onto your ass. You wince at the burn of lotion on your sore spots. “Sorry baby. I got really angry thinking about you sleeping with someone else and lost my control.” Seokjin apologizes for the 1000th time.

“It’s okay. I wanted this.” You reply to him for the 1000th time. But still, Seokjin is really gentle with you.

“I only want you, okay?” You tell him when you lay on top of his chest later. “Even though I know after tonight, I don’t deserve you.”

Seokjin kisses your forehead. “Don’t ever say that baby. Of course you deserve me.”

You make yourself comfortable against him and he tucks the blankets in around both of you. “Do I?”

Seokjin rubs your back. “Someone like you deserves the best, Y/N. And naturally, that’s me, Kim Seokjin.” He ends jokingly.

You scoff but kiss his cheek anyway. “That’s true. My boyfriend is the best.”

Seokjin smiles at you lovingly. “I love you.”

Your eyes widen. Seokjin’s eyes widen too. “Shit. I mean, no. Well, no, I mean yes.” Seokjin stammers, ears turning pink. “Sorry, this is too quick right? Fuck, we haven’t even dated a year but I already said that.”

“I love you too.” You reply, feeling yourself blush too. It’s so odd how you’ve been entirely naked before him before but you feel more vulnerable now.

You and Seokjin smile at each other. “I must’ve saved the country in my past life to deserve you.” You whisper.

“That’s my line, baby.” Seokjin teases, kissing your lips sweetly. You melt into him, safe and comfortable. This is home.

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i think i'm no good | hot damn

contents page | chapter two

anime: haikyuu!!

character: iwaizumi hajime

summary: y/n is a manga artist and writer that seems to project her emotions onto the work called "officially gone". when she has to find new inspiration for her next arc, her marketing manager gives her a number of a friend he knows will help. but can y/n keep her personal life separate from her professional? will it help her feel better about herself, or even worse?

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▹ that morning, y/n and tetsu had to go to a meeting that occurs every month to check on 'officially gone's selling rate as well as to keep in touch with how the readers react to them. Usually, kei attends as these meetings for the sake of the manga's art, but he couldn't go today as he was working on the story board for the end of the existing arc (which is why he got so mad about the change because of all the hard work).

▹ there are three main characters in officially gone. each one of them has an aspect of kou, tetsu and kei since they all helped her with the making of the manga. it's not really something readers could pick up on unless they do intense research into the four's history.

▹ the protagonist, nishikawa yuzuki, is a transfer university student. kou transferred to y/n, tetsu and kei's school after learning they all went to the same one. he felt left out and y/n actually helped him do it bc she missed him :(( (bc she let kou read the first draft of the prologue, he wanted to pick the name of the mc).

▹ yuzuki was running late on her first day of classes for the year, and the train doors were closing on her, when the first love interest that readers get introduced stops the doors from closing so she could get in. this is kazama mitsuaki. this encounter is based off how kei and y/n met again and found out they were going to the same uni (kei kept his school choice to himself bc he became close friends with the other three and was worried they'd stalk him).

▹ as yuzuki and mitsuaki are getting their attendance down, they get their seating plan. yuzuki is seated next to second love interest, who is fallen asleep on the desk before hearing her sit down. this is kurosawa hiroki. obv referencing tetsu's last name. he didn't want a 'sucky shoutout in your cool manga', he wanted it to be pretty clear.

▹ although primarily a character model for y/n (poses for drawing reference), kou has done actual modelling gigs and has reached the top 5 models this year. he's been invited to the end-of-year modelling magazine on thursday, which is the same one tooru, atsumu and sakusa are going to.

▹ tetsu actually isn't actually meant to be bringing anyone to the shoot other than managers of the models, fashion designers and stylists. but they were really adamant on getting kou on the magazine since he rose to top 5 in under 6 months, due to his affiliation with the 'officially gone' group. so tetsu is sure it will be fine.

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damn the charcuterie board. (m) pjm. myg.

pairing: min yoongi x reader x park jimin genre: light crack, smut, pwp, warnings: threesome (obvs), oral sex, face riding, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, stupid jokes about raw meat lmfao word count: 6.7k of pure filth author’s note: hihiii this is loosely based on a request i got a while back that i finally got around to doing. i hope you guys enjoy it, feel free to shoot me a message and lmk what you think!

“This feels wrong.” Jimin exclaims, finger pointing at the wooden slab that Yoongi just laid out on the coffee table in front of you two. Yoongi looks down right offended, a scowl gracing his face as he glares at Jimin.

“What the fuck, why?” He grumbles, plucking up a slice of cheese and stuffing it into his mouth, rounding the corner and plopping down next to you on the couch.

You stare at Jimin in amusement, your feet resting on the coffee table, your hands gently patting your knees, “Yeah why?”

Jimin scoffs, leaning forward and pushing the slices of salami around with his finger, a disgusted look on his face as he does so. “This is raw meat Yoongi, raw meat and cheese.”

“With dried fruits!” You interject.

“Yes, with dried fruits.” Jimin hums, reluctantly grabbing a cracker and chewing it slowly, almost cautiously.

“And nuts!” You continue with a laugh.

Jimin sighs, “Yes, thank you Y/N and nuts.”

“You’re so uncultured.” Yoongi grumbles out, reaching forward to grab the piece of peppered salami that Jimin had been assaulting prior, “Its cured meat, not raw.”

Jimin scoffs now, “Same difference.”

You chuckle under your breath, reaching forward to grab the unopened wine bottle sitting by the charcuterie board, swiping the bottle opener as well before settling back onto the couch.

The bottle sits between your thighs as you twist into the cork, a smile on your face due to how Yoongi and Jimin continue to bicker about whether the meats were raw or not.

A pop sounds off when you uncork the bottle, momentarily silencing Jimin when he mentions not wanting to catch salmonella from the raw meat touching the cheese.

“I’m gonna pretend like you’re not an entire idiot and didn’t just say that. Y/N, pour me a glass.”

Jimin stares at him like he just said the most offensive thing, sagging into the couch with a grumble, crossing his arms under his chest while you pour Yoongi a large glass of Merlot.

“If it means anything I think your charcuterie board is beautiful Yoongi.”

You take a glance at him and see him admiring his work, the marbled slab of wood that held different meats, cheeses, crackers, dried fruit and nuts, along with an assortment of jams and dips to top it off.

“This is why I love you and you only.”

He reaches over and hooks an arm around your shoulder, tugging you into his side, not caring that you flopped over and nearly spilled his glass of wine.

“Her only?” Jimin once again complains, he had been in a rather grumpy mood today, whining about the tiniest things. You had an inkling something at work must have happened that dampened his mood. “How are you gonna say that.”

“We’re like the three musketeers Yoongi you can’t single out Jimin like that.”

Yoongi laughs under his breath, taking a sip of his wine slowly while Jimin continues, “No way, we’re totally a Lizzie McGuire-esque friend group.”

That makes Yoongi choke on the drink, his teeth knocking into the glass as he coughs obnoxiously, your body jostling against his as he pounds on his chest. “What?”

“What?” Jimin parrots, “Y/N’s Lizzie, I’m Gordo–“

“And what, I’m Miranda? The fuck.”

How in the hell did he fall under the Miranda characterization, this was so fucked up.

“Would you rather be Kate Sanders? Or Ethan?”

Yoongi had enough, he nudges you aside to reach over once more, his hands grabbing a handful of grapes and chucking them at Jimin, laughing when the fruit messes up his blonde hair. “Fuck you, I’m Gordo.”

You reach over yourself, grabbing some dried oranges and popping them in your mouth, deciding that Jimin had been attacked enough. “To be fair, I think I’m more of a Miranda, Jimin’s definitely Lizzie and you’re Gordo for sure.”

That seems to satisfy everyone, Jimin beaming at being called Lizzie, grabbing the grapes that had landed on his lap and popping them in his mouth with a grin, “Yeah that sounds more like it.”

Yoongi continues to sip on his wine, letting you go back to snuggling on his side, your legs now outstretched over onto Jimin’s lap.

Little by little you and Yoongi, and after much hesitation even Jimin, finish the majority of the contents of the board and wine. Laying on the couch, warm faced and full you groan out when Yoongi’s fingers dig into your calves, massaging the flesh.

“Hey, wasn’t your date with Chanwoo yesterday?” Jimin asks softly, ears perking up when you let out a soft moan at the tension Yoongi’s releasing in your legs.

Yoongi watches on curiously, your face on Jimin’s lap, content as he rakes his fingers through your hair. You had been gushing about Chanwoo for weeks now, how excited you were to finally go on a date together. Yoongi and Jimin were the two people you went to for everything, they knew absolutely every dirty secret about you and as much as Yoongi loved knowing what made you tick, hearing about your love interests was definitely a downside.

“Yes,” you sigh, your tone differing greatly from the dreamy way you had spoke about him before, tracing a fingertip on the fabric of Jimin’s jean covered thigh, “he made dinner and we watched a movie at my place.”

“So netflix and chill?” Jimin snorts, laughing when you punch your arm out to hit his stomach.

“You know what, so what if it was. I have needs and I needed to get laid.”

Yoongi hums now, his fingers pausing on your skin, “And were your needs met?” Hes asking because he knows, he can tell by your voice that whatever had transpired between you and Chanwoo had not satisfied you.

He was right too, Chanwoo had been a gentleman, coming over to yours right on time and making a plate of carbonara that had been delicious. Halfway through watching Jumanji—that alone should’ve been a sign that you were not going to be getting the dicking you desperately wanted—he had made his move.

A messy make out session on your couch led to him fumbling out of his jeans as quickly as he could, barely giving you time to fall into the motions before he was rutting into you like a horny teenager.

His eagerness would have turned you on if he hadn’t been so insistent in hiding his face in your neck, getting himself to cum in three minutes flat. Not even an entire scene of the movie had passed before a whine met your ears as he finished. He had the audacity to ask you if you had came as well and you were in no hurry to soothe his ego, bluntly telling him it had been underwhelming and asking him to leave.

After he had gone you moved yourself into your room, grabbed your favorite vibrator and searched the internet for a video worthy of getting you off. You had stumbled onto a threesome video, watching a petite girl getting railed from behind as she choked on cock at the same time.

As you sat in your friends house, laid on the couch between the both of them, that video comes to mind again. How would it feel to have both Jimin and Yoongi have their way with you? Just like they knew everything about you, you knew everything about them, having heard every story of their sexual escapades. Unless they were all talk, you knew they were both very good lays.

Your thighs press together as your mind wanders, Yoongi’s question no longer being a focus of interest, instead you pictured yourself on all fours on this same couch, Yoongi thrusting into you from behind while you sucked Jimin off.

The two boys aren’t idiots, they can see the dazed out look on your face that you can’t conceal, the way your thighs are rubbing together on top of Yoongi’s lap, nudging along his crotch in a way that has his own mind wandering.

“Whatcha thinking about in here?” Jimin asks, his finger gently tapping at your temple, dragging you out of your explicit daydream.

You blink back to the present, turning your head over to look at him. The smirk he’s currently sporting makes you think he can read your mind, his eyes piercing into you with his head slightly tilted in faux innocence.

“I just–“ you stop to sigh out, flopping onto your back and readjusting your body on the couch, “Chanwoo sucked so I had to get off on my own and this damn video is seared into my mind.”

Jimin hums, his cock twitching at the visual he gets of you in your room, desperate to get off, sweaty on your sheets as you rut against your hand. Maybe you’d think of him, calling out his name when you brought yourself over the edge.

“I need specifics sweet heart.”

You roll your eyes at the teasing tone in Jimin’s voice, you knew they weren’t going to let this go now, not until they got all the details. “It was a threesome video.”

“Oh?” Yoongi perks up, “Two girls one boy or?”

These perverts.

“Two boys one girl.” You grumble out, feeling your cheeks start to blush for some reason.

“Strange.” Jimin sighs out, his fingers resuming raking through your hair, where as Yoongi’s trail up onto your thighs until they reach the hem of your jean shorts and then they come back down to repeat. “Have you ever been in a threesome, is that like some secret desire of yours?”

Your lips purse as you think it through, you hadn’t been in one and whenever you thought of threesomes the only men who occupied that space were currently on the couch with you. “Never have and I guess you could say that.”

The way Yoongi and Jimin share a look has you furrowing your brows, “Wait, have you two?”

Yoongi’s the first to break, his smile spreading across his face as he laughs in an almost giddy way. “Y/N, we’re two horny boys who happen to be room mates. Of course we’ve been in a threesome together.”

Well that was news to you, maybe your idea of being in one with them wasn’t so far fetched then. 

“You guys never told me.” The tone of your voice has Yoongi laughing out loud, his palm swatting at your thigh, making the pout on your face turn into a scowl.

“We didn’t think you wanted to know that.”

You scoff, “Yoongi considering you told me about the time a girl asked you to pee on her I’m pretty sure we’re past the i didn’t think you wanted to know that stage.”

Jimin laughs at the memory, how Yoongi had walked into his room after she had left, looking almost scarred at the request. He was not a kink shamer by any means but water sports were definitely a hard no.

“She has a point.” He chimes in, his fingers now twisting your strands in a playful manner.

Yoongi hums in agreement, toying with the hem of your shorts, dipping slightly under the fabric until his fingertips felt the edge of your underwear. A smirk curves up his lip when your leg jumps slightly at the sensation.

He stares down at you with an expression that matches Jimin’s, “It was a while back, if you want details I can give you details.”

“Oh I think she wants details Yoongi, she needs material for the next time someone disappoints her.”

“Fuck you.” Your hand reaches for the discarded remote, Jimin having placed it onto the coffee table after deciding to play episodes of Lizzie Mcguire. Before you can grasp it though, Jimin’s grabbing your hand and yanking it back, forcing you to lay back onto the couch once more. He grabs your other hand as well, pressing both of them above your head in a strong grip.

“No baby, you wanted details we’re gonna give them to you right Yoongi?”

The brunette boy nods along, his fingers pressing onto your thighs when you try to wiggle out of his grasp out of annoyance. “That’s right, I’m sure you’d love to know how we made that pretty girl cry. Bet you wish it was you huh?”

Yoongi doesn’t miss how your thighs resume pressing together, your hips lightly bucking into the air at his words.

“I’m curious though,” Jimin starts, his fingers tracing delicate shapes onto your wrists, “which one of us would you fuck first?”

“Neither.” You laugh out, giggling harder when Yoongi slaps your thighs. He calls bullshit, they both do. While you three have technically never slept together, the amount of drunk kissing and fondling shared between you was evidence enough of the sexual tension surrounding you.

“No?” Yoongi wonders, a curious look on his face as he stares at you, “So if I just–“ he reaches for your short buttons, slowly popping them open and moving on to the zipper, pulling it down halfway, “took these off and ate you out you wouldn’t be begging me to fuck you?”

A stubborn shake of your head is all you give him, your teeth nibbling on your bottom lip as you mentally urged him on. When Yoongi invited you over to hang out this is definitely not what you had in mind but once again, you were a woman with needs and you needed to get laid properly.

“Should we find out?”

The first crack in your exterior is shown when you softly nod your head, wiggling your hips to get him to resume unzipping your shorts. Yoongi chuckles when you lift up your hips, helping him in tugging them off completely, your soft pink underwear being put on display.

“Cute.” Yoongi hums, tossing your shorts aside. His fingers trail around the edge of your underwear, gently pressing down on your center where a small wet patch soaked into the fabric.

Jimin holds both your wrists in his left hand, the right one coming to drape across your stomach to hold you in place. You feel totally restrained but ready to let the boys do whatever they pleased to you. It could partially be blamed on the fact that you were incredibly horny but you had fantasied about this for too long now.

“You gonna slide them off or just stare?” Yoongi chuckles at your remark, his jaw ticking out at how bratty you were behaving.

“Oh believe me, I’m not just gonna stare sweet heart.” Yoongi mumbles out as he stands up from the couch, motioning for you to get up as well.

A curious look over takes your face as you watch him, Jimin’s light laugh making you feel like he knows something you don’t. With a bit of hesitation you haul yourself up.

His fingers hook onto your underwear and tug them down, letting you step out of them and leaving them in a pile on the floor. His eyes lock onto your center, a devious grin on his face when he sees how riled up you got yourself while lost in your thoughts.

“Do something then, give me new material to think about the next time someone disappoints me.”

Its Jimin’s hand that shoot forward, delivering a swift slap onto your ass, your body jumping at the slight sting on your flesh. “Watch it, patience gets rewarded. Let Yoongi have a taste.”

“Gotta see if you’ll beg or not.” Yoongi mumbles out, his fingers trailing up your thighs once more, light feather-like touches until he reaches the hem of your shirt, tugging it off as well and humming when he sees you’d forgone wearing a bra.

His eyes look onto Jimin and he nods, he clearly knew what that meant because he stands right up and clears the space on the couch for Yoongi to settle back onto it, this time flat on his back.

For a moment you’re confused but when he motions his hands for you to join him it clicks and your jaw drops open for a second.

Yoongi wanted you to sit on his face.

“Really?” You shyly ask, no one had ever asked you to do that but Yoongi seemed very eager to be in this position, his head nodding immediately.

“Really, unless you don’t wanna.” He shrugs casually with a grin.

“No, no I do.” You whisper out, stepping towards him and straddling his hips. That only makes Yoongi chuckle, his hands settling onto your hips again and tugging you higher up his body.

“You gotta get over here for that sweet heart.” He teases and Jimin laughs along, stepping forward to help Yoongi haul your body up until your thighs were pressed into the sofa, snuggly beside his head, your core right above his face and you’re struck with a brief moment of embarrassment at feeling so exposed by this position.

You can feel his breath on your skin as he inches forward, Yoongi’s fingers dig into your ass to keep you in place. A soft kiss is pressed onto the skin of your inner thighs, his eyes flicking up to look at you and send you a wink before he slowly licks his way up to your center. His ears focus on the hitch of your breath when he reaches your clit, a playful flick of his tongue that lasts a second until hes moving on.

A small sigh leaves you as you relax against Yoongi, your head dropping back as you settle lower onto his face, a hum of content coming from him, pleased that you’re relaxing into the motions. 

The teasing flicks of Yoongi’s tongue have you on edge, not wanting to bite back and beg him to do more so you let him take his time. Let his tongue explore, dipping into your slit, down to your entrance to collect more of your arousal before moving back up to your clit. A teasing pattern that has you moaning quietly, your body hunching forward to rest your hands on the arms of the couch.

His fingers dig into your ass harder as his eyes shut, savoring the way you taste, not quite expecting this to be the events of the night but the way his dick is currently aching in his jeans shows how much he’s enjoying the change of events.

“Fuck.” You shudder as he licks a broad stripe up your slit, your hands gripping the material of the sofa harder as he latches back onto your clit and Jimin reaches forward to touch you, his hands softly rubbing the back of your knuckles to get your attention. 

His plump lips spread into a smile when he sees your mouth drop open into a moan at the rhythmic sucking that has you grinding your hips onto his face, a groan from Yoongi meeting your ears from the action.

“You wanna beg yet baby?” Jimin asks from in front of you, a smirk on his face as he touches your cheek, his thumb rubbing along your lower lip. His eyes widen when you take the digit into your mouth, sucking on it as if it was his cock.

“No.” You breathe out with a smile, softly biting down on his thumb as you stare down at your friend.

“No?” Yoongi asks as he moves away, a frown on his shiny lips as he nods. A giggle leaves your mouth, your hand moving from its spot and reaching to grip his hair, slowly tugging him forward and the face he gives you only makes you giggle harder, “I knew it.” He barely gets out before he has a mouthful of your pussy again, this time eating you out with determination.

You might not have begged them yet but he would take it, the grip in his hair spurring him on. His fingers spread you open as he digs in, his tongue alternating between flicking against your clit or sucking on it.

“Shit Yoongi,” you keen as you resume grinding against him, your other hand grabbing onto Jimin’s that moved from your mouth onto the back of your head, tangling into your hair and bringing you forward to crash your lips against his.

“Better than Chanwoo already huh?” Jimin speaks softly when he pulls back, acting as if he isn’t at all affected by whats going on, as if the way you’re grinding down onto his room mates face isn’t making him want to take his cock out and ask you to sink down onto it.

“So much better.” You moan. Yoongi hears it loud and clear, a smile on his face at the confession. His fingers move down until they circle your entrance, dipping in teasingly to test the waters. A groan of frustration is the only response to his action so he continues, slipping a finger into you and wiggling it around your heat, the warmth and wetness helping the digit sink in with ease so he adds another one, spreading them apart to stretch you open for whats to come.

Jimin licks his way into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated kiss. The way you’re moaning into his mouth has him tugging at your strands, wanting to pull you closer as if he wasn’t close enough already. He can hear your breathing shuddering as Yoongi’s ministrations, pulling away to catch your breath.

“He’s getting you nice and ready for us sweet heart.”

Your walls clamp down onto Yoongi’s finger and he laughs, “Oh she liked that Jimin.”

“Hm, did she?” He chuckles, watching your face screw up when Yoongi goes back to thrusting his fingers into you, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking with more fervor, intent on sending you over the edge, wanting to feel you falling apart on top of him.

“Fuck, nngh-” you keen, dropping down further onto Yoongi and he lets you, your hips grinding down onto him as you seek your release, the pleasure blooming in your stomach as it inches closer, “so close.”

“Thats it sweet heart, let go.” Jimin speaks softly. Yoongi’s uses the hand on your ass to continue to rut your hips against his face when you fall head first into your orgasm, the pleasure spreading through out your body and causing you to still as you nearly bent over. Jimin’s hands clutch onto your shoulders to keep you up when Yoongi doesn’t pull away, humming and slurping against you to milk out your orgasm until you’re twitching on top of him, your hips stuttering on his face, jumping slightly when he delivers a gentle slap onto your ass once he pulls away.

You might have just came but Yoongi is completely satisfied, happy to be buried between your thighs for as long as you needed, his cock pressing against his jeans it was a shock he hadn’t cum in his pants when you did.

“You taste so good.” He groans, continuing to lick at the skin of your inner thighs, collecting the drips of your cum up in a tantalizing manner.

“Let me have a tase.” Jimin begs, his hand trailing down your torso until his reaches your sensitive center, a soft shiver running through your body when he grazes your clit before slipping two fingers inside of you. It lasts for a brief moment, he spreads his fingers out and coats them in your arousal before pulling them back out and bringing them to his lips.

You watch in awe as he pops them into his mouth, his eyes slipping shut at the taste of it, licking them clean as he moans, “I’ll have to get a proper taste next time, but I’m feeling a little neglected sweet heart, can you help me.” He pouts, grasping the hand that was tangled in Yoongi’s hair and bring it to the top of his jeans, trailing them down slowly until your hands cupped his cock over the material.

“You can’t single out Jimin like that Y/N,” Yoongi teases, sliding out from underneath you, “suck his cock and make him feel included baby.”

Jimin smirks down at you when you nod, your hands moving to unbutton Jimin’s pants as Yoongi settles behind you, his own hands roaming your body until they reach your nipples, enjoying the way you gasp as he pinches the pebbled buds.

Jimin watches on patiently when you finally unzip them, tugging them down as best as you can until he takes over with a chuckle. He steps back from the side of the couch to slide out of his shoes and jeans, his black briefs joining in on the pile of clothes on the floor.

His cock springs out when its released from its confines, already leaking precum from watching the earlier events go down. Jimin was a fan of watching, getting pleasure out of seeing others fall apart but he loved partaking on the action more.

Your hands press gentle touches onto his cock as he slides his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach to you, not at all shy about being naked in front of his friend. “You just gonna stare?” He shoots back at you with a smile, dragging you out of your admiration of his cock and you smile back at being called out.

“No,” you breathe as you lean forward, your lips an inch away from the head of his cock, “gonna make you feel good.” You promise, one hand wrapping around the base of him as you ease him into your mouth, the slight tang of his precum hitting your tongue. He lets out a breath at the warmth of your mouth, how your lips wrap around him as you sink further down, your tongue running along the bottom of him.

“Good girl.” He praises, cupping your cheek softly as you start to bob down his length, your cheeks hallowing out as you suck, your eyes fluttering up to look at him and he groans, his top teeth biting down onto his lip at the visual.

You’re bent forward on your hands and knees, holding yourself up with one hand on the arm of the couch while Yoongi kneels behind you, using your moment of distraction with his best friends cock to undress himself as well.

His own cock has been throbbing in his jeans, a feeling of relief washing over him when its finally released, the tip angry and red as he wraps his hands around himself. He watches on curiously as you moan around Jimin’s cock, pumping his length in time to match the motion, a soft groan leaving his lips when he sees Jimin thrust forward into your mouth.

A choked moan escapes you, your throat tightening around his cock for a moment until he pulls back, his shining length leaving your mouth as he smiles down at you, his eyes locking onto Yoongi’s as he settles behind your ass. When you feels his hands on your hips your turn your head around, eyes wide at him being fully naked now as well, “Can you keep sucking his cock while I fuck you sweet heart?”

You’re nodding immediately, turning back around to bring Jimin’s length back into your mouth, sinking down onto him quickly and he groans at the feeling, his head dropping back as he moans. “Fuck, just like that Y/N.” 

You hum against his length, arching your back when you feel Yoongi bring his cock towards your entrance, his bulbous head teasing you, sliding in between your lips to thrust forward, evenly coating himself before nudging his way inside of you. When he breaches your entrance your pause, Jimin’s cock nuzzled in your mouth as you let out a breath, feeling Yoongi stretch you open inch by inch, his palms on your ass rubbing the skin softly until he bottoms out with a sigh.

“You love this huh?” Yoongi asks as he pulls out, waiting for a moment before thrusting in, the force of it making you sink further onto Jimin’s cock, “Love being stuffed like this by your best friends?”

Not being able to respond you rut back onto him, hearing him chuckle as you do so, the hand clutching onto the arm of the sofa digs in harder as he begins rocking his hips into you, the sound of skin smacking together joining in with Jimin’s moans as you continue sucking his cock.

His hands tangle into your hair once more, holding you in place as he starts the shallowly thrust into your mouth, taking note to be gentle to not overwhelm you as Yoongi fucks into you.

“Such a good cock slut, is this living up to your fantasy?” He asks, giving you a wicked smile when you look back at him, “It’s living up to mine.” He admits, his eyes glued to the way your lips spread apart to take him in, covered in your spit as he thrusts into you. Jimin thought of this often, he wasn’t blind to the way you’d stare at them, how you’d get that dazed look on your face whenever the topic of sex would come up between you three, no doubt thinking of the ways they’d defile you.

You gurgle a response around his length and he coos at you, his eyes looking back at Yoongi and smirking at how lost he looks in the pleasure of it all, his cock being enveloped by your heat, the way your walls flutter every time he surges forward. His fingers are digging into your flesh harshly, slight imprints that will most likely remain on your skin for days to come but it urges you on, urges you to continue to please both men but when Yoongi rubs against your g-spot you have to pull back from Jimin, a wet gasp leaving your mouth as your head hangs forward.

“Shit,” You moan out, your hand staying wrapped around Jimin as you weakly pump his length. “feels so good.”

He just laughs at the slur in your voice, the fact that he knows he could do so much more to you yet you were already falling apart, “Yeah?” He implores, his head falling back when you squeeze around him, your walls clamping down around him whenever he thrusts out, almost as if you’re pulling him back in, wanting to keep him nuzzled inside of you.

“You’re not doing a very good job at following directions” He scolds lightly, forcing you back into action as you apologize and wrap your lips around Jimin’s cock again, “Don’t worry, we’ll help you.”

Yoongi nods at Jimin, making the younger one smirk as he nods back, the two of them waiting until you relax once more before they take turns thrusting in to you, practiced motions that make you feel connected. Yoongi thrusts forward as Jimin pulls back, feeling like they were attached together. 

You let your jaw open further to accommodate for the way Jimin was fucking your throat, not caring about the drool that escaped your mouth and pooled onto the couch. Both of your hands held onto the couch now, needing them to hold your body up as they ravished you, using you to seek out their own pleasure and it had a gush of wetness escaping you.

“Fuck,” Yoongi groans at the glide, harsh pants leaving him as he focusing on the way your arousal clings to his cock, dripping off of it and coating your inner thighs to add on to the mess of earlier. He’d already been on edge from having you riding his face earlier, the warm feeling of pleasure knotting up in his stomach at each thrust. The way you’re taking him in, letting them both do what they want to you has his nerves on edge, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as he feels his release approaching.

Jimin takes note of the way Yoongi’s thrust grow in speed so he eases off, shallowly thrusting into you and pulling out as his friend seeks out his release. Your head rests on Jimin’s stomach, moans of pleasure being able to sound out now that your mouth was free. He feels the wetness of your lips against his skin every time Yoongi thrusts forward, “Oh my god.” You cry out, arching your back further for him and he hums in approval.

“You gonna let me fill you up?” He rasps out, his hand splayed across your back until it reaches your hair, tangling around Jimin’s as they both tug at it, “I’m gonna stuff you nice and full, then Jimin can fuck it all out of you and fill you up too.”

Your walls clench up at the thought of it, wanting nothing more than for Yoongi to fuck him cum into you with Jimin joining in and adding more to the mess of it all. “Fuck, please.” You whine, panting harshly onto Jimin’s skin, “Please.”

Yoongi moans at your pleading, his hands moving onto your hips to force you back onto him. His jaw drops open, the pretty moans you let out drawing his release closer, “F-fuck, sweetheart-” He groans, his thrusts growing sloppier as his climax washes over him, the band inside of him snapping as the buries his cock deeper inside of you, ropes of his cum filling you up to the brim.

“Mm,” you hum out when he continues to rock into you, shallow thrust to push him cum deeper inside of you. His head is dropped forward, his eyes shut as he tries to ground himself after his orgasm.

When he pulls out with a sigh he opens them once more, locking onto the way globs of his cum leak out of your swollen lips, your clit is aching from not being touched but you knew the night wasn’t over with. 

“Such a pretty sight.” Yoongi muses, his fingers gathering the remnants of cum that had leaked out of you, stuffing back inside of you. “You gonna let Jimin get a turn?”

Your thighs come together as you nod, looking up at Jimin, his cock still hard and throbbing as he wraps his hand around himself, “Fuck me Jimin, please.”

He releases his cock to clutch your face and bring you back in for a kiss, he maneuvers around the couch and pushes you back as Yoongi removes himself from behind you and settles onto the far edge of the couch. A squeal leaves you when your back meets the couch, your hair splayed out on Yoongi’s lap as Jimin settles on top of you, his hips slotting between yours, the weight of his cock on your stomach fills you with excitement.

“Gonna fuck you so good.” He mumbles against your lips, smiling when you open your thighs wider for him, one of your heels pressing into the back of the couch while the other rests on the edge of the cushion. His hands guide his cock to your entrance, a sigh leaving the both of you as he slides in with ease, the added wetness of Yoongi’s cum aiding in the glide. “Fuck, you’re so messy.” 

You throw you head back onto Yoongi as he bottoms out, your hands clutching onto his sides at the feeling of being filled up once again, “You guys are gonna ruin me.” You admit with a laugh, a breathy moan joining in once Jimin begins to thrust into you, the squelching sounds of just how wet and messy you were filling up the room.

“Are we?” Yoongi asks, a smile on his face as his hands roam down your body, his fingers gently circling your nipple.

“We’re all you’re gonna think about next time you get fucked huh?” Jimin pants, a beautiful moan leaving his plump lips when he falls into a steady rhythm, “Next time you’re in your room trying to get yourself off, I hope you think of us.”

A high pitched moan leaves you when Yoongi twists your nipple in his grasp, Jimin’s hips rocking into you with new found energy, the curve of his cock rubbing against the sweet spot inside of you. Your heels move from the edge of the couch to wrap around his waist, pushing him further into you, “God Jimin,” you cry, rolling your hips into him to match his thrusts.

The both of you had been edged on enough from earlier, with Yoongi seeking his own release and keeping you on edge and you not being able to continue sucking Jimin’s cock the two of you are teetering close to your release.

Jimin’s thrusts have your body jostling upwards, Yoongi having to release your nipple to grasp your shoulders to keep you in place and it has you shutting your eyes, bursts of light flashing behind your lids every time he pistons into you, “Fuck this is so hot.” Jimin moans when he pulls back enough to look at where you two connect, his cock covered in a sheen of wetness and cum, the couch being utterly ruined underneath your ass but this was worth it.

“You close baby?” Yoongi asks, trailing one hand down your body until it reaches your clit, rubbing tight circles on it and smirking when your back arches at the feeling.

“Yes,” you whine, your fingers digging into Jimin’s sides. When you look up at him, seeing his hair sticking to his forehead, sweaty from exertion, his mouth dropped open as he moans, it has that same bundle of pleasure tightening up inside of you once more. “harder Jimin, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He winks at you, his hands unhooking your legs from around him and pushing your thighs towards your chest. This angle has you feeling like his cock is splitting you open but you love it, love the way he jack hammers into you like its the only thing he wants to do.

With the way he continues to hit your g-spot, coupled with the expert flicks of Yoongi’s fingers on your clit, your orgasm crashes over you in a flash, your nails digging into his skin and making him hiss in slight pain but it numbs up when he sees how you unravel because of him, your head thrown back as moans of his and Yoongi’s name fill the room, how your thighs tense up and tremble in his grasp, your hips rocking into his desperately as you cum.

“Fill me up Jimin, please.” You plead, your mind swimming with pleasure as he continues to fuck you, “Wanna feel you.”

His brows pinch together as he drops his head forward, “Whatever you want baby.” It comes out in a breathy sigh, his thrusting turning into a roll of his hips as he nears his release, his moans raising in pitch until they get cut off with a gasp as he cums, continuing to rut into you as he empties his load inside of you to join Yoongi’s mess. The added warmth of his cum filling you up makes you mewl, soothing rubs on his skin helping him ease down from his high while he stills inside of you.

“Wow.” He sighs as he collapses on top of you, humming when Yoongi’s fingers trail through his hair. You giggle underneath him, sandwiched between your best friends, sweaty and filled with cum, a wonderful turn of events.

When he finally pulls out of you he takes his time to admire your cunt, eyes glimmering at the mess between your legs and it makes you squeeze them shut with a laugh, “Stop staring.”

Yoongi chuckles and pinches your cheeks gently, reaching forward and grabbing a lone cracker that was left on the charcuterie board from earlier.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jimin groans out when Yoongi begins to eat as if they hadn’t just fucked your brains out. The eldest just shrugs as he picks up a piece of salami and munches on it as well.

“You should be thanking this charcuterie board for the best sex of your life.” He retorts with a smirk, bringing half of the eaten cracker to your own mouth which you accept with a smile, still resting on his thighs.

Jimin pauses at that, staring at the board in thought before he shakes his head, “You know, for someone who complained about raw meat you sure had no problem with that right now.” You tease, opening up your legs once more and cackling at the look he gives you.

“Whatever,” he pouts, swatting at your thighs, “make another one of these damn charcuterie boards next week or something then.”

[petersasteria]

Oof - Harry Holland (10)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I don’t know how photo shoots work so yeah. I’m sorry, I guess.

Pairing: Harry Holland x Model!Reader

Based on my Harry Holland one shot of the same title.

Harry Holland Masterlist || Ultimate Masterlist || Oof Materlist

DISCLAIMER:  *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: He liked her for a long time, but she didn’t know he existed.

Harry's eyes widen when he sees the text. In fact, he's never clicked on a text so fast before. He was too busy freaking out to form some kind of reply. Harry stares at his phone as his heart beats faster than normal. Harry shouts for Tom and Harrison.

"TOM!! HAZ!! COME DOWN HERE!! I NEED YOUR HELP!!" Harry shouts. The two men quickly run down the stairs and to the living room where Harry is currently hopping around and doing random things with his phone on his hands. He's not staying still, that's for sure.

"Are you being possessed or something?!" Tom shrieks in panic. Harry never reacted like that before and Tom, being the older brother, is freaking out because their mom will totally kill him.

"You div!" Harrison slaps Tom's arms. "If he were possessed, he would've talked to us with a demonic voice! He's not possessed! Calm the fuck down, Thomas." He says as he looks at Harry, "And that goes for you too!"

Harry calms down and so does Tom. Harry sits down on the middle of the couch and leans back. Tom and Harrison stare at him, waiting for him to say something.

"...So what do you need help with?" Tom asks, sitting next to Harry while Harrison sits in front of the brothers on the coffee table.

"Y/N." Harry breathes.

"What about her?" Harrison asks.

"S-She texted- She texted me!" Harry stammers. He hands his phone to Harrison and Tom sits beside Harrison for him to see the text.

Unknown Hey! It's Y/N. Is this Harry Holland?

"You left her on read?!" Tom says loudly.

"That's what I need help with! I don't know what to say!" Harry whines.

"Um, how about start with confirming that it's you, you twat!" Harrison shakes his head as he types out a reply. He hits send and gives the phone back to Harry. "You're welcome, by the way." He adds.

Just as they're about to stand up from the coffee table, they hear Harry's phone 'ping', notifying them that Harry received a new message.

"It's from Y/N. She's a fast replier." Harry says.

Tom and Harrison quickly sit on either side of Harry. Together, they all look at Y/N reply.

Y/N That's a relief! I thought Harrison gave me a wrong number. Anyway, Harrison showed me your photography account earlier and I'd like to personally message you and tell you that I admire your work! That being said, I'd like to work with you.

"Oh my god. What the fuck will I say?!" Harry freaks out.

"Isn't this what you've been wanting and dreaming for YEARS?? Go for it!" Tom says excitedly as he lightly shakes Harry by the shoulders.

"If it makes you feel better, at the restaurant we were in, she asked me if there was any way that you could take her pictures. I gave your number instead because you haven't texted her since you bumped into a pole. She's been expecting a text from you, you know?" Harrison explains.

"She's been expecting a text from ME??" Harry asks, his face turning red like a tomato.

"Yeah. She wanted to know if you were okay after that incident but you didn't text her or anything. Now's your chance, mate! Go for it!" Harrison says.

"Okay!" Harry smiles.

Y/N That's a relief! I thought Harrison gave me a wrong number. Anyway, Harrison showed me your photography account earlier and I'd like to personally message you and tell you that I admire your work! That being said, I'd like to work with you.

Harry I'm very flattered that you liked my work! And yes, I'd be very interested in working with you too!

Harry hits the send button, feeling proud that he sent a decent reply. Tom and Harrison pat his back as if saying that they, too, are proud of him.

"Let us know how it goes, alright?" Harrison says as he stands up to leave. Tom gets up and leaves too. Harry gets another text.

Y/N Awesome! Are you free tomorrow?

Harry Yes, I am!

Y/N Great! We'll start tomorrow. You can bring some friends. It'll just be me at home tomorrow and I don't really invite my friends at home bc reasons lmao.

Harry's about to reply when Y/N sends another message.

Y/N Bring Harrison! I'm quite fond of him. He's really fun :)

Harry Of course! I'll let him know.

Y/N Send me ur address and I'll let my driver fetch you. That way you wouldn't have to use your car or whatever lol. Be ready by 10am. Y'all can have lunch here.

Harry grins and sends his address but not forgetting to add: "good night! I'm looking forward to tomorrow x"

Harry gets up from the couch, turns off the lights in the living room and walks up the stairs to Harrison's room. He knocks and pokes his head in Harrison's room.

"We're going to Y/N's tomorrow. Be ready by 10am." Harry says.

"Sure! I'll be dressed by then." Harrison chuckles.

"Aight. Cool. Thanks again, Haz. I owe you one!" Harry chuckles before leaving to knock on Tom's door.

"It's open!" Tom's faint voice says. Harry opens the door slightly, enough for half of him to enter his brother's room.

"We're going to Y/N's tomorrow! Be ready by 10am. Her driver will pick us up. I'll text Sam about it later." Harry says excitedly.

"Okay then." Tom laughs. "You're lucky it's my day off."

"Yeah, whatever. Don't forget!" Harry says.

"I won't. Now, get out of my room." Tom says and throws a pillow at him.

Harry quickly leaves before he gets hit. He goes straight to his room and texts Sam about it.

Harry Yo Y/N's inviting me to her place and she said I could bring someone.

Sam You thought of me? I'm so flattered SKSKHJSHFH

Harry Don't feel special. I invited Haz and Tom too LMAO

Sam That's hurtful, Harry Robert. Very hurtful. But lmao yeah sure I'd love to come lol

Harry gr8!

Sam Did you just type like you're from the early 2000s??

Harry Deal with it, bitch. Be here before 10am xoxo, gossip girl

Sam GOSSIP GIRL I- sure lmao see u then, dickwad

Harry good night, asshole love u

Sam love myself too x

Harry fuck u bro :(

Sam i'm obvs kidding lol love u too x

Harry shakes his head with a smile on his face and charges his phone before going to sleep.

-

Everyone in the house wakes up early. Sam arrives at 7am which baffles everyone because it's too early. "I figured I'd get ready here instead." Sam yawns as he goes up the stairs to put his duffel bag in the spare bedroom.

"I think he's sleeping over." Tom says.

Harry shrugs and shouts, "Sam, are you sleeping over?"

"Yeah!" Sam shouts back from the room. "I'll take a shower now so that I won't be the last one to get ready!"

"Okay!" All three boys shout before eating breakfast. After a few hours, it's almost 10am and everyone's already ready.

"Y/N texted me!" Harry says.

"What she say?" Harrison asks, not looking up from his phone.

Harry reads Y/N's text, "Jeeves will arrive there shortly. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you last night. I was really tired but if you could bring your swimsuits or whatever, that'll be great!"

Harry looks at them and says, "Well, you heard what I said. Let's get our swimming trunks!"

"Thank god I brought mine!" Sam lets out a sigh of relief as he checks his drawstring bag.

"You knew we'd swim?" Tom asks with furrowed eyebrows. Sam shrugs, "You expect me to not expect that we'd swim? C'mon, guys. She basically lives in a mansion. Of fucking course there's a pool!"

"I mean... true, though." Harrison nods before going to his room to get his trunks. The rest of the boys did the same except for Sam. The doorbell rings and Sam opens the door.

"Good morning! My name is Jeeves. I'm Ms. Y/N's chauffeur. Are you Mr. Harry Holland?" Jeeves asks in a posh accent.

"Oh, hello! I'm not him. He's my twin." Sam says. "Would you like to come in?"

"No, thank you. Will you be coming with Mr. Harry?"

"Yes! There will be three of us who will join Harry." Sam says.

"Okay. I shall wait out here." Jeeves says with a smile.

"Alright." Sam says before turning around to shout, "Guys! Jeeves is here!"

Three boys come running down the stairs and they quickly grab their bags in the living room before going out. Sam is already outside with Jeeves. When all of them are outside, Jeeves leads them to the car which is a limousine. Jeeves opens the door for them and allows them to get in before going to the driver's side, getting in, and driving.

"Please help yourself with some refreshments. Ms. Y/N personally put it there herself. She wants her friends to have a wonderful time on the way to her house." Jeeves says as he presses a button to make the inside of the limousine light up and to make the cooler open by itself.

"There's a remote just below the door handle. You may use that to play some songs, change songs, watch on the mini tv, or do some karaoke." Jeeves adds before pulling up the small divider so that he wouldn't bother them.

Tom fills up the glasses and passes them around. Harrison takes the remote because it's right next to him, "Guys, anyone up for a little karaoke session?"

"Only if we'll sing the most iconic song" Harry says as he sips his drink.

"Are we all thinking of the same song?" Sam asks as all of them look at each other.

"Okay we'll all say the song that we have in mind on the count of three." Tom suggests. "1... 2... 3!"

"BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY!!" All four them say.

"Huh, we do share one brain cell." Tom chuckles. "Play the song, Haz!"

Harrison sets up the song and hands them all the microphones. "We'll go alphabetically. Me first. Then Harry. Then Sam and then Tom goes last." Harrison says as everyone nods.

"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?" Harrison starts.

"Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality." Harry sings passionately.

"Open your eyes. Look up to the skies and seeeeeeeee!" Sam continues.

"I'm just a poor boy! I need no sympathy because I'm-" Tom sings and encourages everyone to sing the next line.

"Easy come, easy go. Little high, little low." They all sing in sync.

"Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to meeeeee." Harrison sings dramatically.

"To me." Harry continues.

Sam makes the piano sounds by himself as everyone laughs. They all enjoy the song until it comes to the operatic section.

(a/n: I'll write it like a script bc it's easier I'm so sorry sksks)

Harrison: I see a little silhouetto of a man

Everyone: Scaramouche, scaramouche! Will you do the Fandango?

Harry: Thunderbolt and lightning-

Sam: Very, very frightening me!

Tom, closes eyes for dramatic effect: Galileo!

Harrison: Galileo!

Harry: Galileo!

Sam: Galileo!

Tom: Galileo figaro-

Harrison and Harry: MAGNIFICOOOO

Sam: But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me

Tom, tries singing like he's from a choir: He's just a poor boy from a poor family

Harrison, imitates Tom: Spare him his life from this monstrosity!

"For the record, we're not poor, Sam. We're alright." Tom says to Sam as Harry sings his line.

"Shut up, Tom." Sam says and continues, "Bismillah! No, we will not let you go!"

This went on until the last line.

Tom, closes his eyes to feel the moment: Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me!

Harrison: For me!

Harry: FOR ME!!!!!

"I think I nailed that high note!" Harry laughs as the instrumental play. Everyone laughs too. Soon, they finish the song and they cheer and sing other songs. After that, Jeeves puts down the barrier and says, "Excuse me, I hate to interrupt your time, but we're here."

The four boys immediately clean up and turn off the lights and karaoke. They all look out the window and stare at the mansion. "So, you're telling me she has the whole place to herself?" Sam asks in awe.

"Are you sure we aren't at the Palace of Versailles?" Tom asks quietly. "This is like, a smaller version of Versailles. I swear."

"So, you're telling me she's lived here all her life? Lucky, oh my god." Harrison gasps.

Jeeves stops the car in front of the house. He gets out of the car and opens the door for them. The four lads get out of the car with their things and Jeeves walks them to the door. He rings the doorbell and waits for Y/N to answer.

Y/N opens the door wearing a one-piece swimsuit and denim shorts. She smiles at the sight of her guests, "Hey! Come in! It's so nice to see new people!!"

"Thanks for having us, Y/N!" Harrison smiles as he gives her a short hug before entering the house.

"It's no problem! Just go straight and you'll see a door that leads to the pool area. You can bring your things there too and the food is ready!" Y/N smiles excitedly as the last boy enters the house. "Thanks, Jeeves! I'll pay you later."

"You're welcome, Ms. Y/N." Jeeves smiles before leaving to park to limousine. Y/N closes the door and follows the boys to the pool area.

"The interior is so great! I love the whole Palace of Versailles theme." Tom compliments as he looks around.

"It's been like this since I was little." Y/N giggles. "Thank you."

They arrive at the pool area and they each pick out their chaise. Once everyone is settled, Y/N tells them that their food is on the outdoor dining area already. They make their way there and sit down and eat. Y/N is sitting at the head of the table. On her right, are the twins and on her left, are Tom and Harrison.

They talk about random things when Y/N stares at Tom for a long time. Tom notices this and clears his throat, "Is something wrong?"

Y/N snaps out of it and shakes her head, "Nah. I just- Do I know you from somewhere? You seem familiar."

Tom smirks slightly, "To be fair, I'm quite everywhere."

"Yeah, he's an actor." Harrison adds as he sips his champagne.

Y/N's mouth forms a small 'o' shape and says, "Really? Where have I seen you? What movies are you in?"

"Spider-Man: Homecoming?" Tom asks. Y/N furrows her eyebrows and shakes her head.

"Okay, um, Spider-Man: Far From Home? I was with Jake Gyllenhaal in it." Tom says in hopes that she might know or it might jog her memory or something. Y/N makes a sound that equates to a 'no'.

"Onward? It's Disney." Tom suggests.

"The ones that are blue like the Smurfs?" Y/N asks. Tom smiles and nods, "Yeah! I'm the-"

"Nah, I didn't watch it. Anything else?" Y/N asks. Tom just stares at her in disbelief and licks his lips as he looks at his brothers and Harrison to ask for help.

Harry holds back his laughter and can't offer his help. So, he drinks his champagne instead. Harrison does the same thing. Sam shakes his head, smiles and turns to Y/N, "Dolittle with Robert Downey Jr., perhaps? He's the dog."

"I've been meaning to watch that. At least now I know he's in it. What else?"

"Avengers: Infinity War? Avengers: Endgame? Captain America: Civil War?" Harry asks. Y/N shakes her head, "Nope. Never watched them."

"Um, The Impossible?" Harrison shrugs.

"What? Kim Possible?" Y/N asks. Harrison sighs, "Um... Pilgrimage?"

"The one about the monks and shit?" Y/N asks.

"YES!!" Tom says in frustration.

"Oh, I know that! I watched it, like, a bunch of times. Are you that young monk boy?" Y/N questions with a million dollar smile.

Tom nods, "Yes. That's me."

Y/N laughs loudly. The four boys look at each other weirdly. Y/N calms down and wipes away the tears in her eyes due to laughing, "I was messing with you. Of course I know who you are! Well, not your real name, but I know your face. I've seen those movies! I just didn't pay attention that much."

"You're not the only one who can act, Mr. Peter Parker." Y/N winks and Tom smiles shyly and looks down to hide the blush on his cheeks. "But I really do know you from somewhere! Not from any movie."

Y/N stares at Tom and shouts, "THE GROCERY STORE!!! WE TOOK PICTURES AT THE GROCERY STORE."

"Oh, right!!!!" Tom says in realization.

"Small world, huh?" Y/N chuckles. "So, what's a successful actor doing in my home? Are you related to Harrison?"

"I'm just his best mate." Harrison says with a smile. "He's related to Sam and Harry."

Y/N turns to the twins and nods, "Of course! How foolish of me. I now see the resemblance. Which one of you is Harry?"

Harry raises his hand, "That'll be me."

"Ahh, yes! The pole guy. How's your head?" Y/N chuckles.

"It's alright. It doesn't hurt anymore." Harry blushes and runs a hand through his hair.

"That's good to hear." Y/N smiles. "Anyway, I invited Harry here because I need a photographer. If I recall correctly, I told you that I wanted to work with you. I'm actually offering you a job as my photographer. You'll be with me everywhere. You take my pictures, I post them and credit you by tagging you in it and I pay you, of course. Photography is art and it deserves to be paid for."

"So," Y/N meets Harry's gaze. "Will you accept it?"

Everyone looks at Harry and Tom kicks him under the table for a response. "U-Um, sure! I'd love to!" Harry replies and Y/N claps.

"Yay! Let's celebrate!" Y/N giggles and stands up from the table. She takes off her expensive bracelet and lets her hair down and says, "Last one in the pool has to buy pizza!"

Everyone runs to the pool and Tom was the last one to get in.

"Aww, shit!" Tom sighs as he splashes around the pool. "What fancy pizza do you want, Y/N?"

"Anything, really. If you think I'm one of those snobby rich kids, please think differently. I'm not like them... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." Y/N giggles.

"Tom. Tom Holland."

"Is it short for 'Thomas'?"

"Yes. Why?"

"I'll call you, Thomas. I want to be different. That's why I don't call Harrison by his nickname." Y/N looks at Harry and says, "Obviously, I know you now."

She looks at Sam and asks, "Et toi? Comment tu t'appelles?"

"Je m'appelle Sam." He smirks. Y/N laughs, "You're one of the few people who replied to me in French... I like you already. What do you do, Sam?"

"I cook and stuff. I also play piano." Sam smiles.

"My parents will be throwing an anniversary party next week and I'm in charge of the whole party. Is it alright if you'll play the piano when they dance?" Y/N asks. "I'll pay you five thousand pounds. Is that enough?"

Sam's jaw drops, "That's more than enough, actually. I'd be happy to play for them."

"Cool beans. I'll AirDrop you the songs later, okay? Let's swim while Tom orders the pizza!" Y/N laughs and everyone laughs too.

"Ahh, fuck you guys." Tom chuckles as he gets out of the pool to grab his phone and order pizza. Tom turns to them and smiles to himself as he sees everyone having fun. He opens the camera app on his phone and takes a picture of them laughing and splashing around in the pool before ordering the pizza.

It is at that moment that Tom realizes that Y/N's right. She really is different from the other privileged kids like her. Tom also realizes that Harry's made the right choice in falling for this girl.

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one day kitty; Kita version

《inspired by movie A Whisker Away》

✿✿ you wished to be with the person you like and wish granted. whiskers, button nose, tail, four legs and ears on top of the head; you turned into a cat. with this, you are given the opportunity to be with the person you want to express your affections to. but as a cat. and only in one day.

― haikyuu characters x cat!reader imagines!

❀ masterlist ❀

the wheel of names have spoken.

kita was having a good time by himself in his grandmother’s rice fields, feeling the breeze like the precious farm boi he is,,, when he saw a cat sleeping on a wet patch in the middle of the field

gathering concern for the little cat, he brought him home and decided to clean it up 

then you woke up

you felt something scrubbing your back when you open your eyes you see a guy aiming a hose at you 

you scream bc obv, but that scream translated into a screech leaving your mouth and you see your hand

homie that was a paw

why do u have a paw?????

"stay still, you might hurt yourself”

and why is there a Kita Shinsuke spraying water at you lmao

you see that he’s kinda annoyed that you’re moving so much while he’s trying to clean you up but at the same time you arent sure since he isnt easy to read and that don’t know him too well rip so you let yourself be cleaned for free ig

but yo what the hell??? so you’re a cat now????

you try to remember what happened before all this and how in the world you suddenly turned into a cat and magically wake up in Kita’s place 

you dont know the exact location of his place so you have no idea how to get back home from here

Kita pulled the cat closer to him, and wiping the wet fur with a towel as generously as he could that the cat soon found comfort from his gentle caresses

okay maybe you could stay for a while yk huehue

“you’re having fun”

you hear a familiar voice from a mile away, you look back and see a fat, creepy cat standing on two of its hind feet

o wait

you saw that cat last night when you were watching the shooting star outside,,, you thought it’d be cute if you suddenly wished for something so you did then that thing appeared outta nowhere promising you that he can make your wish come true than compared to a stupid star

so he forced the wish outta you

that you wished to be closer to a guy you admired,, and you had a lot of crushes in your school ykyk,,, just that Kita takes the entire cake

“you have until midnight to remain as a cat. be sure to leisurely fulfill your desires, y/n.”

and so he vanished

while knowing full well you’re basically Cinderella now, you take consideration of your leisure time with Kita-sama

do you stay or do you go home first to check on your household

“oh what do we have here?”

Kita’s grandma entered the scene and you think that okay maybe this development is a little too quick since you weren’t ready to face his relatives yet

“i found this cat in the fields. it looked like it could get sick so i cleaned it”

o yea you were a damn cat

also Kita calls you freakin “it”

:) 

pennywise who

you chose to stay in Kita’s place bc grandma thought it’d be lovely to let you stay there for a while,, and that you looked like you were starving when you saw the food on the table

thank goodness you were a cat bc jesus were you actually drooling

so you spent time in Kita’s place big deal

but his place isn’t what you’re aimed for no?

“i’m leaving”

Kita says putting on his shoes, ready to leave and he’s wearing casual clothes,, you don’t think he’s going to school for volleyball practice

IS HE GOING ON A DATE????????????

lmao

as if thats actually true cmon Kita doesn’t even hang out with girls that much,,, even though he prolly has a bunch of admirers like the other Inarizaki Vball bois

but what if he swang that wae?

??????????

so you followed him right?

you wanted to find out where he’s headed also that he looked good in casual clothes you just want to keep looking at him like this 

Kita went to the grocery store

ah

and apparently he was buying ingredients to make food

ahh

so you begin to think that you were foolish for lowkey gate-keeping him

like sis cmon you’re a cat rn keep your head in the game,, what do you do with those paws of yours that cant even grab his hand and pull him away when he was about to bump into a girl as he was about to grab a bottle of tomato paste

heck you cant even get inside the damn grocery store and walk in between them cause you’re a fcking cat!!!!!!!!

you watch their mouths say sorries to each other

the girl was blushing

hm?

Kita looked worried that he couldve hurt her since the hag was coverin her face

hm

nani k

n̸̢̪̜͚͑́̾́̑̋ á̴̠̜̳͖̼̃͗̚͘͠ͅ n̵̼͙͇̻̹̓͜͜ i̷̥̲̻̪͈̞̙̩͛̾̅̓͝͝͠ ̶̨̡̜̞̟͆̿̈́͜ḵ̶̂̓̀̚ o̶͎͛̋̋̊͋̊̅̈̅ͅ r̶͙̮̱͊̎͠ ę̷̺̪͎͈̗̖̯̣͍͒͊̒͆͂̈́͛́̒̃

you started tapping the glass windows like mad SKSKD

and ofc since you’re a stray animal ppl wont let u get away with absolutely anything so one personnel saw you tapping the windows and shouted at you from inside the store

Kita and the hag saw you and yea that was enough embarrassment for the day, you ran away and let your feet take you wherever 

its a bit boring that since its a weekend there’s nothing to do,, you never expected that Kita’s weekends would be this boring too :(

so the creepy cat appeared

“what’s wrong you dont seem to be enjoying yourself anymore”

“turn me back to human i need to finish my homework”

maybe thats not the most liable excuse you have but it is true that you need to finish an assignment

“but i gave you a chance to be with the person you admire, no? is this not enough?”

“yea well its-”

“here you are”

you feel someone pick you up and you see that it was Kita:0he must’ve looked for you since you dont even know where you are

oh my god Kita Shinsuke looked for you ma’am eye- or mayhaps you took the route back to his house without knowing since you were busy staring at him when you were stalking him earlier ye

you watched how he looked at the creepy cat you were talking to and and judged it from head to hind feet lmao Kita

“do you have the same owner as this cat?”

he asked you and you gave out every ounce of your energy to shake your head as a no as well as to let out the most disgusted and disapproval meow you ever could-

“the hell would i want to be acquainted with that thing!”

a

what

no way did u just speak

so Kita stared at you for the remainder of the time but decided you speaking isnt physically possible and that he could’ve been real tired since he saw the Miya twins along the way

he took you back home since his grandma seemed to be real happy seeing a little animal in the house with them

but you didnt miss to see the little knowing smile from the creepy cat from earlier, you just knew from that alone that he was messing with you since as you said you were bored 

it was wrong of you to talk to that lil disgusting thing

since that moment you refused to speak with your mouth every again, if you were going to speak thought you would probably just purposely say meow only to not make anymore mistakes

also you’re spending a lot of time with Kita’s grandma than Kita himself

“i wonder what your future spouse is doing at this moment, Shin-kun”

Kita looked like he wanted to roll his eyes so bad lmao since he always hears things about his grandma wanting to see his wedding before she dies :c

and yk it makes you sad too just hearing about this

and you want to help 😔

and you would offer help 😌

they heard the cat speak and now you’re running away bc they heard you talk about wanting to marry Shinsuke 🤡

the day ended and you managed to go home before the sun set basically nothing happened and your transformation was all for nuttin, you were bamboozled by a demon cat you randomly saw one night

the next day you were back to your human self and it was a school day so ofc you have to live on normally in school as if nothing happened, as if you didnt just stalk a guy from your school but we’ll get to that

see, you’re friends are friends with a few of the guys from your school’s volleyball team,,, so you’re within vicinity of Kita’s attention 

when you explicitly did not want to see him atm

BUT THEN YOU REMEMBER YOUR FRIENDS KNOW YOU LIKE KITA

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU DO NOW

you decided to run away but you realize that’s useless bc you’re all going home together :D

now you weren’t the crowds type of person,, you had no idea how it come to this, you’re used to hanging out with your girlfriends yes but they were having fun altogether like this it was fun just watching them goof off and whatnot

“hey”

when i told you you’re almost dropped the second you hear Kita calling to you, you best believe

you said hey but in a different tone of voice bc it was too early for him to notice you had the same voice as the cat he saw yesterday,,, then you both walked in silence

you couldnt take it anymore and decided to go to the nearest convenience store since you had something you want to buy,, you went and whispered this to your friends but when they were asking you to let your voice out, you were deadass croaking

but then you clown yourself sum more bc Kita was concerned of you acting like this and asked if you were alright

now you’re stuck with him in the convenience store bc your friends and his friends thought it’d be a great idea for him to go with you :D

“you should eat something warm before going to sleep, and take a warm bath too”

:((((((

okay now you feel bad for actually making him worry lol

your alibi of getting sick works really well with not speaking at all around him so you used this till the end thinking you can escape him with this until it rained and you dont have an umbrella with you

aight y/n you’re one hell of a clutz

Kita was enough of a gentleman to buy an umbrella for you until its actually out of stock

you guys stayed in the convenience store for the time being

you were losing your mind

how much longer will you stay with him

you thought of an alibi to save you from the embarrassment so you told him you gotta jet and go back to school bc you forgot to bring your notebook with you 

but now you realize you realize you didnt have to tell him bc he’ll still follow you as if his life depends on taking care of you :(

after you randomly stormed out of the convenience store, he caught up to you and pulled you somewhere where there’s a roof over

“are you usually this reckless? or do you just like getting yourself sick?”

homie does not hold back

he pulled a spare shirt from his back and put it on your head,, proceeding to wipe your wet hair with it until he realized he’s subconsciously invading your personal space

he looked right at you, so you two were standing there,,, staring,, his hands on both sides of your head,,,,, both of y’all are wet hunni

he let go and turned the other way,,, the darkness wasnt dark enough to conceal his red cheeks and hunni you made him blush aight

“you reminded me of a cat i saw yesterday im sorry about that”

“you dont have to apologize”

o sis you did it now

you s p o k e

so Kita was beyond surprised to hear that voice again,,,, and this time from yOU,, ALL NORMAL,, NO FROGS

“i, i can explain”

he looked at you confused, hell was he so confused, that you sounded exactly like the voice he randomly heard yesterday which made him think that came from the cat,, he didnt think that was physically possible bc yk but the embarrassment from your face was enough for him to guess

“did you really say you’re willing to marry me”

gOD

“i mean,,, i don’t mind”

“grandma would be glad”

stay tuned for more!