#this is just a bit of fun but i couldn't get it out of my head so here we are

[lolab4t]

off duty

pairing: avenger!bucky barnes x fem!avenger!younger!reader summary: after a rare night off, you stumble back into avengers tower at 2 am.. tipsy, feet hurting, and definitely not expecting to run into bucky barnes on the couch. word count: 5.8k warning(s): light cursing, alcohol consumption/intoxication, fluff, use of nicknames, humor, age gap, mild suggestive language, reader is a young adult avenger, reader is described as wanting to party a/n: here's my first fic! it's a throwback to the avengers before the infinity war. i really hope you enjoy :) and if you do, please like, comment, or reblog! <3

being a young adult and an avenger at the same time wasn't easy. you wanted to be like others your age... party, stay out late, maybe dance with a random guy you found mildly attractive under the dim nightclub lighting, then bolt when you actually saw his face in the light. hell, you would settle for just shopping or grabbing lunch with your friends, however mundane that sounded.

but, as a full-time avenger, you weren't privy to this lifestyle. the main issue was your schedule. being an avenger isn't exactly a 9–5 job... it's more 24/7. you're meant to always be ready to jump into a mission when needed. with your time mainly consisting of training, meetings, and missions, you didn't exactly have free time.

this didn't stop your friends from pushing, though, and they eventually got through. so, after a few long conversations of begging stark, here you are, stumbling into the elevator of the avengers tower at like 2 in the morning, ever so slightly intoxicated. who can blame you? it was your first night off in a while; of course you took advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and got shitfaced. you might regret it during training later that day, but for now, all that mattered was that you had fun with your friends.

you did regret wearing heels, though. you wanted to trade in your boots for something more fun tonight, but god, did your feet hurt. you were also dying to get out of your minidress. considering your wardrobe now reflects your job and only consists of suits and very little casual clothes, you had to borrow this dress from your friend. you were beginning to remember why you never liked to wear dresses even before joining the avengers.

the elevator dinged, and the door opened to the top floor, the avengers' quarters. you dragged yourself out, hair messy, dress slightly hiked up, and feet already blistering. your makeup made it clear you had been sweating on a dancefloor not long ago. you headed to your room when a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"where ya been?"

you turned to the source, shocked to see bucky barnes sitting on the sofa. he was laid back, one arm draped lazily on the backrest, and the other on his knee. he was almost smirking, likely having a good idea of your whereabouts based on your appearance.

you and the winter soldier weren't exactly close. he was a very quiet and reserved guy, usually a man of few words. your interactions mainly consisted of short conversation and sometimes catching him staring at you on the quinjet or in meetings. you never really thought much of it.

but his tone... his expression right now was different. it was weird, but a good weird.

"why're you awake?" you huffed, walking toward the couch.

"couldn't sleep," he stated simply, scanning your form with that smug look on his face. "you have a fun night?" he chuckled to himself a bit.

"yeah, i went out with some friends," you replied, sitting on the couch. you began fiddling with your heels, wanting to go ahead and relieve yourself of the pain. however, the alcohol was messing with your coordination, and you were struggling rather pathetically.

noticing the pout forming on your lips and the clear trouble you were having, bucky snickered, speaking in his gruff voice, "need some help?"

you looked up at him and nodded, still pouting. without a word, he moved a bit closer to you and curled his fingers around your ankles, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he rested them across his lap. you were reclining into the corner of the sofa now, watching him in shock. he hummed as his fingers slipped through the straps of the heels, sliding them off your feet gently. he set them down carefully, his free hand absentmindedly rubbing your calves.

"i've never seen you in anything but your boots," he grinned, turning his head toward you. "so, how much did you drink?" his grin turned into a knowing smirk.

you scoffed, pulling your legs away, drawing your knees to your chest. the short dress wasn’t doing you any favors, and you were probably flashing him, but bucky never looked. he was a gentleman... at least in the ways that mattered. you groaned, rubbing your face sleepily. no point in pretending.

"too much," you muttered.

"yeah, i can tell. you practically stumbled out of the elevator," he chuckled, eyes following your every move.

you let out a half-laugh, sheepish. your head dropped to rest on your knee as you sighed.

"kill me."

"not tonight, doll. i’m off duty."

your head lifted slightly, an eyebrow raising. "did you just call me ‘doll’?" you snickered at the old-fashioned nickname, trying to hide how much it made your heart beat faster.

he smirked, leaning back again with that maddening ease. "i dunno. you kinda look like one."

was he flirting? surely not. he probably saw you as some annoying kid.

"alright, old man. what do you call natasha then? sugar? darling?" you smiled lazily, thinking of more old-timey terms of endearment.

"hell no. she’d break my jaw," he grinned.

"and you think i won’t break your jaw?" you smirked, raising a brow.

bucky scoffed out a laugh. "oh, i'm sure you can, but i don't think you would."

"if i wasn't tipsy, i might've. you're getting off easy this time, grandpa," you giggled, starting to slur your words. your eyelids were beginning to feel heavy, and you found your head resting on your knee again.

bucky laughed at your slurred speech, not sure if it was the alcohol or just exhaustion. "you okay, doll?"

"mhm," you hummed, obviously dozing off.

"alright, i guess i'll babysit the lightweight," he joked, his grin never faltering.

you eventually drifted off, and so did bucky not long after. you both slept better than you had in a while. that was, until you awoke to the stunned faces of the other avengers. they definitely weren't expecting to find you in bucky's arms on the sofa. hell, you weren't expecting it either.

thanks so much for reading <3

[avaredava]

JJK men and your weird questions

MDNI

Master lists

Nanami Kento:

You're raking your nails up and down Nanami Kentos bare chest, heaving up and down after having long sweaty sex.

He hit from the back today, even though he doesn't like it because he can't see your pretty face but seeing your ass jiggle makes up for it.

"What if I hit it from the back Nanami?"

He shut his eyes tight ribbing the bridge of his nose as he caresses your back. "How would that even work love?" He asked with an overstimulated hint in his voice.

"Baby you do a lot and you didn't even do aftercare because your overwhelmed and stuff but I want you to sit there and look pretty my gorgeous queen." You say with your lips puckered.

"Whatever makes you happy princess."

"Whoop! I love you so much Nanami, I already bought the strap."

"Oh my god."

He said for the tenth time today, he gets tired being your husband but he couldn't live without you.

Toji Fushiguro:

When you ovulate it's rough. Toji makes fun of you sometimes, because it's like your sex deprived, like he didn't just fuck you into the mattress an hour ago.

But seeing his muscles bulge in his tight shirt. But it's also good when he wears a baggy shirt too.

So when he stretched you can see his v muscle and happy trail leading to happy places.

So you instantly get wet. But for some reason the normal sex that last like 30. Minutes feels so good.

But it's so fast and quick. You need something slow and sensual. But sometimes you get so wet, you need it to be fast.

But maybe something else...

"Toji can I sit on your face?"

He turned his head back with a small grin. And a little nod just made your squeeze your thighs together.

Yeah he did not let you get off his face all night.

Suguru Geto:

Suguru will always be a dom, no matter what.

But sometimes it pisses you off. So mid sex when he was plowing into you missionary you started to yap.

"Fuck- Suguru so uhm I wanna talk about something." You say trying to stay composed because his thick cock was rubbing on every one of your sweet spots.

"Yeah? What's that pretty?" He said it in a breathy tone that made your clit throb. His hair hanging in front of his while is more shorter hair in the front stuck to his forehead with sweat.

He let out a shaky breath out when you held him closer. To whisper something in his ear.

"Can I like... eat your ass out?"

He rolls inside half way in a thrust and looks at you while he stopped. "What did you say?" His fazed look leaving his face to a more confused one.

"Like your chocolate starfish?"

His face dropped and pulled out immediately. He left, making you feel empty and a bit sad since he usually gives you after care but he ran into the washroom and you hear a ding on your phone.

"Listen, only if you never tell anyone because like it kinda sounds fun as long as it's with you."

Yeah this means more than aftercare.

Satoru Gojo:

"What's your opinion on smacking?"

"What?" He said snapping his head back to behind the couch to where you were standing, fluttering his white lashes over his wide open baby blues.

"I don't mean meanly, I mean like during sex." You respond in an overly happy voice, like you want him to hit you.

And of course his jaw drops, like the dramatic baby boy he is. He never wants to hit you. Even if mildly pinched you and he saw a blemish of red on your skin because he did that too you he would die. (His words, not yours)

"No!"

He said almost instantly after panicking, with a long stare and a gaping mouth.

"But..." His demeanor fully changed into cocky, you sometimes don't know how it works. But it happens.

"You can smack me mommy dommy."

You walk off with a roll of your eyes. "Eugh you ruined it, I'm leaving."

"Wait!"

Ryomen Sukuna:

"Can you scratch your name out on my back?"

"Why in the world would I do that woman?" He said with a scrunch of his eyebrows and all four of his arms crossed.

You're sitting on his knee in his empty throne room. Just sitting quietly like he likes it. You're just reading and he's relaxing but looking over your shoulder once and a while to read what you're reading.

So the random breaking of silence just made him surprised. Especially when you said that.

"I wanna show people you own me." You said with a small smirk. Like he doesn't have you clinging to his hip 24/7.

But he gave in anyway, mid back shots (like usual) you felt his long nail drawing his name small on the back. A tramp stamp.

It hurt for a second but it quickly stopped when he used his cursed technique to heal it before it started to bleed.

The next morning you look at your back in the mirror, it was his first and last name in the prettiest font. He surprisingly has good hand writing.

When the scar goes away he'll do it again.

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖・h.j.

🎸 — you don't think jisung cares about you enough to tell your fans you're dating, fucking. he proves you wrong when he pulls you in on stage, and kisses you in front of everyone.

♟️ — paring・hanji x reader // genres・suggestive, band members with benefits, han writing hold my hand for the reader // words・1.5k // warnings・illusions to sex, kissing on stage, cursing and general crude language, han is kind of an asshole in the beginning, but he makes up for it, kinda silly kinda sexy, a little bit of my weird awkward writing style.

a/n・ ngl it was kinda crazy rewriting this. i wrote this near the very, very beginning of my old blog and i found it rotting in my drafts bc i never got to re-upload it...then i re-read it and remembered why... (why did i never use proper punctuation holy shit) but yeah i had fun writing them on stage ngl also what do we think of the new layout/theme?? (guys im still @lixies-favorite-cookie :))

"So you're okay with fucking me before the show, but telling people we're together—that's where you draw the line?" you spit, narrowing your eyes at a frustrated Han, stress-sweating as he wrestles with his guitar strap, huffing when it gets caught on a tuft of his hair.

He's flustered, cheeks flushed and red as he cards his fingers through his hair, untangling the rogue strand from the slider. It's a Han Jisung staple: rushing right before a performance because, before he can actually get ready, he has to hear the setlist 143 times, chat with the sound tech about his new gaming system, and—his personal favorite—drag you into the bathroom to screw the daylights out of you.

He calls it: jisung's good luck fuck™

You haven't decided if you love it or hate it.

He huffs, giving you an agitated look, "We really don't have time for this, the show starts in 5 minutes." He continues tuning his guitar, testing a few strings.

"You seemed to have plenty of time when your dick was inside of me!"

He buffers, his ears flushing red as he fumbles a loud, off-tune string.

The crew freezes.

"Jesus, just put your damn bass on, y/n." He mutters, his entire face painted dark red.

You clench your jaw, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. The crowd roars from behind the velvet curtain, anticipating, your now, very soon arrival. He's right, you do need to get ready. Though, that knowledge doesn't make the crack inside your ribs any less painful.

It was futile arguing with him—if he wanted to, he would.

There's no wound getting on stage couldn't fix.

It's already an hour into the concert and the adrenaline still hasn't worn off, thrumming hot through your veins. Han's guitar explodes, threading its way into your last string fluidly. You whisper into the mic, your voice low and seductive, rolling over his riff like whiskey and wine.

The crowd goes wild, stomping so loud it makes the platform shake. Han eats it up, running across the stage and high-fiving a throng of women right before the final riff.

You finish the song with a dark, crisp chord that vibrates through the stadium with a bitter hiss. You're both gasping into the mics when everything's said and done, exchanging exhausted looks. You look over, watching as sweat drips down his forehead, making his hair stick to the back of his neck. The same thing is happening to you.

It's scorching up here, but it's worth it.

Han pants, scrunching his brows as the camera zooms in, tearing his IEM's out. You're both smiling, wobbly and slightly off center, but smiling nonetheless.

Then, he looks at you.

He's looking at you like he's plotting something, like he's in love with you, and like he's about to do something monumentally stupid all at the same time.

Whatever he was thinking, you were down.

Suddenly, the next song erupts from the speakers and he turns to you with a smile.

Han wrote the lyrics to this song after, finally, putting a label on the whole bandmates-with-benefits thing you two had going on.

It was three in the morning when you found him slumped over the bathroom sink, steam slipping out of the glass shower panels. He was butt-naked, a white towel slung over his neck, catching beads of water trickling from his wet hair. It was clear that he was troubled, a tight knit forming on his eyebrows as he stared at the single sentence written on his notebook.

First, you laughed at him for not putting clothes on before grabbing his notebook. Then, you spent the next three hours working him through his writer's block.

It was then, with your hair disheveled and mascara smudged underneath your eyes, he realized he was completely, irrevocably in love with you.

And in a typical Han Jisung fashion, he wrote a song about it

And, also, in typical Han Jisung fashion, he hid that song and his stupid feelings away from you, until, well, now.

You give him a 'what the fuck are you doing?' look before, right as he practiced, he slides towards you, plucking the first dramatic chord. You anxiously flick your eyes over his face, then the crowd, then back to him again.

"Numerous trials and errors and fights,"

A thousand eyes are watching him, and yet, he's only worried about yours. You stand there, looking both very awkward and very pissed, not knowing what to do with the bass hanging off your shoulder. He just smiles.

"Every time I see you cry

I feel like drowning in the dark

You said it's fine, but no, I'm not 'Cause all I want is you, not your tears

눈물이 마를 때까지

I wanna make you the happiest one, no fear"

His gaze never falters as he takes the final step forward, dropping his guitar and pushing away his mic. You were a mess—hair caked to your forehead by sweat, eyeliner streaming down your face from your tears, but, to him, you were as beautiful as you have always been.

It was just you and him in that stadium, when he cups your cheeks, and whispers—

"So baby, hold my hand now"

Then, he kisses you. He kisses you so hard, with so much passion it makes your knees go weak, melting into his arms. Confetti cannons explode around you.

There was no mistaking who he belonged to now.

When he pulls away, his cheeks are flushed and his lips are swollen and he just can't keep his shit-eating grin off his face. Tiny, colorful paper flutters around you, falling onto his shoulders and in his hair. It was magical, all of it was utterly magical.

It takes you a solid fifteen seconds to realize that there are other people in the room.

Forty four thousand to be exact.

He turns to the crowd, throwing his hands up into the air and finishing the song like nothing happened.

Han has been studying music for about as long as he has been alive, and in all of his 24 years of living, he has figured out three things.

One, music was the language of the heart. Two, music can only be created through passion. And three, his heart never stayed silent when he was with you.

[fizzyapplecandy]

Ateez as Romance Tropes

The one where you fall in love for real

Other members

Genres and warnings: fluff, best friends to lovers, fake relationship, wedding guests, mature language, some angst, suggestive content, happy ending

Word count: 4.9k

When you tell a lie to save yourself from the judgement of your family, you need Yunho to play the part of the perfect boyfriend. For some reason, he does it so effortlessly you wonder if there is something more underneath.

"I did a thing."

"I'll go find a shovel, but tell me who it is? It's your ex, right?"

Your mouth dropped, going over to punch your best friend in the guts.

"You idiot! Why would that be your first thought?"

Yunho laughed, rubbing at his stomach.

"Because you really hate the dude? Come on, lighten up."

"I can't, I really can't."

You sighed, throwing yourself on the couch and pushing your head into a pillow. Yunho ran over to you, kneeling down and placing his hand on top of your head.

"Hey, honey, what's going on? You only get this depressed when they don't have your favourite cookies in the store. And... What did you do?"

There was no easy way to explain your poor decision making to him, but you knew he'd understand. He may not like it much, but he'd follow along. Or at least you hoped he would. Sighing again, you turned your head to look at him.

"You know how my cousin is getting married in two weeks?"

He nodded. "Yeah, the one you don't like, but your parents do. Why?"

"Well... She made fun of me when I went to dinner with her and our families. She said how I'm going to be single forever, and I don't have a date for the wedding."

You paused, not able to look Yunho in the eyes. He urged you to continue.

"So? Come on, Y/N, spill it."

"I told them you were my boyfriend and I'm bringing you as a plus one."

After rushing the sentence out, you smashed your face into the cushion again, not wanting to see his face. His chuckle made you lift your head again.

"Is that it? Oh, honey, that's cute. We're going to a wedding!"

You shot up, scaring him slightly.

"Cute? Do you know what I've done? My mother won't leave us alone, my cousin as well, because they don't believe me! I had to convince them for half an hour before they stopped laughing straight at my face. They'll make us... I don't know, do couple shit."

"Okay, breathe! Slow down, chill out and just breathe."

You rubbed your eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. Yunho took this all way too lightly that he was supposed to, but that was his nature. He was always the casual one in your friendship.

The friendship that you two built over the years, going strong after so many ups and downs in college to adulthood. At twenty six, you were sharing an apartment and trying to tackle everyday obstacles. You wouldn't do this with just anyone.

"Why are you not mad? You know how my family is, and you know they'll be annoying us the whole time. We'll have to be all lovey dovey."

He smiled, plopping down on the couch and throwing an arm around you. You naturally gravitated into his embrace, letting him run his fingers through your hair.

"Why would I be mad? I love you, and I'd do anything for you. Nothing will change after one or two days pretending to be your boyfriend. You're still my Y/N, my best friend, right?"

You turned your head to look into his eyes, a bit confused by his expression. Yunho was always the fun one, the free spirited one, but why did he look so serious now? It almost felt like he was hiding something, but you didn't want to make this situation even more complicated.

"I love you too, Yun. Thank you, you're a lifesaver."

Ah, there it was, the face of your goofy friend. His grin was wider than ever, and before you knew it, his arms were strongly wrapped around you in a soul crushing hug.

"You love me? My, my honey, I haven't heard you say that since I got you two boxes of those cookies you like and couldn't find for a whole week!"

"Oh, shut up."

.

.

"You cannot wear that, absolutely not."

"But Y/N it's-"

"Bright green and ugly! Stop messing around, we have a family to impress - my family."

Yunho pouted, taking off the vomit coloured blazer and reaching into his closet for something else.

"I don't know why you're so obsessed with what I'm wearing to that shit show."

You sighed, feeling guilty about antagonizing your best friend when he was blindsided with your poor attempt at salvaging yourself.

"Look, all I'm trying to do is save us from any heavy judgement, you know how my mother gets. Lisa is even worse."

At the mention of your cousin's name, he shivered, making a sour face.

"Okay, okay. I'll look for something normal."

Yunho rummaged through his closet some more, before gasping excitedly.

"This is it! My 'boyfriend' armour! Yeah!"

"Whatever do you mean?" You questioned, already afraid it might be something ridiculous. But you were stopped in your tracks when he pulled out a sleek black suit. The one he wore on your graduation day.

Or as you remember it - The day you officially fell in love with Jeong Yunho.

"It's perfect, isn't it? You can't say no because you already complimented me when I wore it, if you weren't lying."

Even if you hated it, you couldn't say no to that happy expression of his. You just nodded, a lump forming in your throat.

"Y-Yeah, I think that will do."

"Oh, by the way, what are you wearing?"

You were quickly snapped back to reality with his question.

"Don't. Just don't ask me that. I'm a bridesmaid, per my cousin's request. The dress she chose... I'd rather not look at it until I really have to."

He winced.

"That bad, huh?"

"Worse."

"Okay, but knowing you, you'll manage to pull it off. You're just..." He stopped, suddenly averting his eyes from you.

"What? I'm just, what?" You urged him to continue, but he turned away to place the suit back into his wardrobe.

"You're just that beautiful."

For a moment, the world stopped. Yunho has always been the more affectionate one in your friendship, but you've never heard him sound so sincere. Without a word, you stood up from his bed and went over to where he was standing. He still hasn't turned around, rummaging mindlessly through the closet. You put your hand on his shoulder, standing on your tip toes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. Instantly, his ears turned bright red, and he looked at you with wide eyes. You only smiled in return.

"Thank you, Yunho."

He shrugged, trying to brush you off like it wasn't a big deal.

"Yeah, yeah... So, what's for dinner tonight?"

.

.

"Y/N, dear! What on earth are you wearing?"

"We've been travelling for three hours mom, I just wanted to be comfortable."

Your mother made a disappointed face, and you could feel the judgement oozing out of her. Suddenly, her whole face lit up.

"Oh! Yunho! What a surprise!"

Yunho, ever the polite gentleman, offered your mother a handshake before placing his arm so casually over your shoulders.

"Hello. Sorry we're a bit late, traffic was terrible."

She waved him off. "Don't be silly, you're right on time! The rehearsal dinner doesn't start for another two hours, Y/N will have enough time to be presentable. I'm quite surprised by the sudden turn of events, I must say."

You sighed. "What do you mean?"

She gestured between the two of you.

"Well, this. The relationship. I thought you were just friends? You've known each other, what, over five years?"

Oh. Maybe you hadn't really thought everything through, like explaining how you got into this supposed relationship. Luckily, Yunho's brain always worked overtime, and he was quick to answer.

"Well, it took a lot of courage for me to confess my true feelings to Y/N. But I did it. This girl here... I'm a lucky guy. I still can't believe she's finally mine."

Your head snapped towards him, surprised by how casually he came up with an explanation. One you almost believed as well. It seemed like your mother bought it without trouble.

"Isn't that wonderful! Maybe you'll finally be able to tame that little firecracker. Please, go unpack your bags in the guestroom, and try to be ready on time Y/N."

"Yes, mother."

Anxious to run away from your judgmental family, you took Yunho by the hand and led him towards the guest bedroom on the third floor of your house. The only good thing about the situation was the fact that you had the whole floor to yourselves. You don't want to hear your mother's shrill voice first thing in the morning.

"Your mom's as fun as I remember her."

"Shut up. She couldn't wait to criticize me. I'm so glad I'm not alone in this."

Yunho closed the door behind you, throwing himself on the queen sized bed. The only bed in the room.

"Oh God, how are we going to sleep? We can be in two rooms, they'll immediately figure us out."

"Don't be dramatic, the bed is big enough for both of us. You won't even feel me beside you."

You watched as he rolled around the mattress, almost purring like a cat.

"How are you this calm about... All of this? And what was that before with the speech? You really gave your everything."

He froze, leaning up on his elbows, but you could tell he was a bit more apprehensive now.

"I had to be convincing, don't read too much into it."

"Right..."

Silence overcame you, so you decided to unpack your things to keep yourself busy.

"Do we really need to go to that dinner?"

You sighed, feeling sorry about putting him through the whole ordeal.

"We do. It's the big rehearsal before the wedding, and I'm a bridesmaid. Although, I don't know why Lisa chose me in the first place. We've never been particularly close."

"Maybe she had a change of heart?"

You chuckled, glancing at him, seeing he was now in his stomach staring at you.

"Yeah, no. That evil spawn has had it put for me since we were kids. Do you know she chopped off my hair when we were seven? I had to get a bob. A bob! I looked like a sauce pan. Don't laugh!"

You threw a shirt at his head, but his laughing only got louder.

"Cut it out!"

Before you knew it, you were headed towards him, trying to silence him. Yunho grabbed your hands, and you toppled over him. In a mess of limbs, you somehow landed on top of him.

His laughing was cut off sharply, the grip he had on you tightening slightly. Your eyes met, and you were confused by the way he was gazing up at you.

Almost as if... No, no way. Yunho was your friend, and this was an awkward situation.

"Yunho?"

"Yeah?"

"I have to get up now."

"Oh!"

He let go of you, trying to sit up himself. You were now next to him, staring off in front of you. No words were said by either, so you slowly got up and continued rummaging through your things.

"I'm.. I'm gonna go take a shower and get ready. You... I don't know, do something. We need to be there in less than two hours, so don't fall asleep."

He nodded, avoiding your gaze.

"Got it. No sleeping. Off you go."

Leaving him be, you rushed out of the room and into the bathroom, all of your clothes in hand. You'd rather eat mud than have to walk into the room in just a towel. No way.

It took you an hour to get ready completely, and by the time you re-entered, Yunho was fast asleep.

"Silly boy."

You reached over to pat him on the back since he was sleeping on his stomach.

"Yunho? What did I tell you about falling asleep?"

The tall man jolted up, eyes still closed.

"I'm awake! I was just resting my eyelids. Yes, just resting."

"Well you have under an hour to get ready so I'd suggest you hurry it up."

He saluted you, eyes shut, and saluted you.

It took him a minute, but once he finally came to, he let out a gasp. His eyes were wide as you turned to look at him, mouth open.

"You... Wow."

This was the second time you found yourself questioning Yunho's expressions aimed at you. His eyes, usually full of joy, had a different glint in them.

"Oh? This? It's just an old dress I've never bothered to wear before."

"I can see why. You can kill a man with your looks honey. It's dangerous."

The blush on your cheeks was instantaneous.

"Stop that. What's going on with you?"

He laughed, grabbing his things to head out and get ready.

"I'm only speaking the truth. I think your cousin won't be happy when you outshine her tonight."

Yunho didn't give you a chance to reply because he was out the door in a second. You chuckled, going over to the floor length mirror in the corner of the room.

Your reflection was never something you appreciated enough, but Yunho always managed to make you feel special. Right now, you were gazing at yourself with another set of eyes, a set you were so familiar with. His words made you fall in love with the way you looked tonight. He just had that kind of charm.

You lounged around and waited for Yunho to get ready, your nerves starting to get the best of you, again. The door opened, and in came your best friend, dressed to the nines. Yunho somehow pulled off the checkered blazer and causal jeans combo like he got straight off the runway.

"What do you think? Too plain, or too weird? I really can't be bothered to wear slacks tonight."

Your heels made you a couple inches taller, but he still towered over you as you stood in front of him. No words were said from your end, and you grabbed the lapels of his jacket to straighten them out.

"It's crazy, you know?" You whisper.

"What?" Yunho looked confused, trying to decipher what you meant.

"How handsome you are, but you don't even realize it. You just make it all look so... Easy. So casual."

His eyes softened, placing his large palms over your shaking hands. The touch grounded you, making you aware of how close you were. If you just stood on your tip toes, if he just bent down a bit more...

"Y/N! I told you to get ready on time, we're going to be late!"

Your mother's shrill voice pulled both of you out of the trance you were in, separating like you were caught doing something naughty.

"Let's go. I can't stand her nagging me the whole night about not being on time."

He only nodded, following after you like a lost puppy.

"Oh just look at you two! Yunho, I'm impressed! You could pass as a model. How did my daughter get herself such a handsome man?"

Of course she would try to put you down in any way she could. You were about to burst, but Yunho beat you to it.

"I'd have to disagree with you. I think I'm the lucky man who got to have this beauty by his side. I'm still wondering how I managed to do that."

Your mother looked taken aback, not used to people taking your side. She quickly pulled herself together, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Well then... Both of you can consider yourselves lucky. Come on now, let's get going."

You just mouthed a silent thank you in his direction, and he winked before taking your hand in his and walking out of the house.

It wasn't a weird gesture, you two always held hands, but your brain was too jumbled to notice the tingly feeling you got in the moment.

"I think you should take up acting, you know?"

Yunho chuckled, buckling up and starting the car.

"And why is that?"

"Come on, my mother is smitten by you. I'm sure the rest of my family will be, too. You just saved my sorry ass from explaining why I've been single for so long."

He was silent for a while, and you thought you might have said something wrong, but then he reached over to take your hand again.

"You know, it's not all acting."

"What do you mean?"

"The things I say about you... I really mean them. You're special, Y/N, and I'm angry when I hear other people brushing you off."

"Yunho..."

You squeezed his palm tighter, not believing how you managed to get yourself a man like him. The little crush you had only grew bigger every time he opened his mouth in the past week. Something was up, but you didn't want to get your hopes up too much. This was still your best friend, doing you a major favour.

"I'm just being honest. This isn't as difficult as you made it out to be. I'm just being myself, and everything I say is completely honest."

He glanced at you briefly, giving you one of his smiles that made your knees weak.

"You're going to make a girl so lucky one day, I'm actually jealous."

You said it fleetingly, trying to sound casual.

"Oh..."

"But not like that! No, hey. You're my man. I mean, not mine, but you know? My best man! My friend! Yeah..."

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes to stop rambling. Yunho chuckled, raising your intertwined hands and placing a light kiss on yours. You froze, looking over at him. His eyes were on the road, but his ears were now bright red.

"You're my woman, too. Best one."

The rest of the ride was mainly silent, both of you blushing like crazy after the confessions. The restaurant your cousin chose for the rehearsal soon came into view, and you took a deep breath to prepare yourself.

Yunho parked the car before getting out and walking over to open your door. You just smiled, used to it by now. Ever since you became friends, you haven't opened a single door by yourself.

You said hi to a few people out front before entering the restaurant. From your left, someone shrieked.

"There you are! You're late! We have to start, come on, move it!"

"Hi Lisa, good to see you too."

Your cousin Lisa was in a short white dress, heels higher than you ever dared to wear, but she looked like she was about to have a break down.

"No time for that! Is this your boyfriend? He seems strong, he can help the others to rearrange the tables. Let's go."

You glanced at Yunho, ready to apologise, but he only shook his head and went over to the group of men in the corner.

"You got yourself a hotte Y/N. Who would have thought? Honestly, is it the sex? You must be good at it if he's still around."

"You're as classy as ever."

Lisa scoffed, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you over to the buffet.

"I'm just curious. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you have your qualities, but him? How did you manage to snag that?"

Honestly, sometimes you wondered how you did that as well. Yunho was charismatic, friendly, and not to mention drop dead gorgeous. You were... You. That's why you made peace with the fact that he would always be your friend, nothing more.

"I'd rather not talk about my relationship right now. It's your day, isn't it?"

Your cousin smiled, nodding immediately.

"You're right! We'll talk about it some other time. Now, I don't like how they placed the flowers, so do something about it."

"You know this is just a rehearsal, right?"

Lisa gave you a look, making you cower slightly.

"It has to be perfect. Now, do as I say."

She turned around and stalked off to yell at someone else, and you sighed in relief. Glancing over, you saw the men in your family talking to Yunho. They seemed to be having a good time, regardless of the fact that they had to move ten tables around. He just had that kind of charm, you thought.

As if sensing your gaze, he turned around and winked. You smiled, knowing this whole event would be slightly more bearable with him by your side. With another sigh, you made your hands busy with the roses and carnations in front of you.

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"And she had the audacity to mention my failed science project! I know I may have ruined our kitchen table, but I was proud of that volcano, you know?"

"What a jerk!"

"And then, she said how she couldn't believe I had a boyfriend because I was "too plain". Plain? Is she serious?"

"Y/N, I was there, I heard her."

You huffed, crossing your arms and leaning into the passenger's seat. The rehearsal was over, and you couldn't wait to get home. Yunho was the main attraction, and everybody loved him. You knew it would be like that, but you hoped your cousins would leave you alone for once.

Instead, she threw jabbs at you throughout the whole dinner, but you ignored her for the sake of your peace and sanity.

"Honey, whatever she said, and she talked a lot, wasn't true. Sure, you may be clumsy and sometimes awkward, but that's you. I love the way you are, and I'd never change your personality."

You glanced at Yunho, surprised by his sudden confession.

"You really mean that?"

"I really do."

You reached your home, noticing your parents' car wasn't there. Your mother mentioned going over to Lisa's house to sleep there before the big day so that she could be available for her at any second.

For some reason, you felt a bit sad. Yunho noticed how your mood changed, but he didn't want to make it worse by questioning you, so he just followed you to the shared room.

You took off your heels, sitting on the bed and holding back your tears.

"Hey, are you okay? I know tonight was crazy, but you seem so... Devastated."

He knelt on the floor in front of you, grabbing both of your hands. With him looking at you with those big eyes, full of concern, you broke down.

"I just can't take it anymore."

The first tear fell, but the second couldn't follow because Yunho instantly reached for your cheeks to wipe them away.

"Oh honey... Don't waste your tears on them. I know you love your family, you're just that kind of person, but I can't stand the way they treat you."

"It didn't bother me before, you know? But my mom never talked about how she couldn't wait to see me get married, it was always about Lisa. Am I that bad? Is it so impossible to imagine me in a wedding dress?"

Yunho stood up, crowding you in his embrace. He gently lifted your legs to place you into his lap, squeezing you to his chest.

"You want to know something?" He whispered.

"What?"

"I always think about how you would look in a wedding dress."

Your head snapped up to look at him, and his eyes were already on yours.

"You?"

He nodded, placing his forehead on yours. His gaze was now darker, and you noticed how his hands trembled while holding you.

"Me. You know what else? The person you are walking towards is always me. Standing there at the end of the altar, waiting patiently for you to come."

"Yunho... What are you..."

His hands cupped your cheeks again, face so close you could count his eyelashes.

"Those people... They don't know how much you are worth. You're the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on. You're funny, so smart and witty it's not even real. You..."

His lips, the ones you've been dreaming about for a while now, were a breath away from yours. He hesitated, trying to decipher your emotions. You didn't want to let him get too into his head, so you grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him in.

Your lips smashed together, and Yunho finally let go.

The kiss was different from any other you've ever had. After all, it was Yunho kissing you instead of someone random. Yunho, the man who stood by you through thick and thin.

Yunho, the person you turned to when your bad thoughts took over.

Yunho, messy, lovable Yunho, who talked about you like you were his lifeline.

Your lips danced together, his hands squeezing your cheeks as if you would disappear at any moment. Yours were placed on his sturdy chest. The chest you loved cuddling to when you watched sappy movies.

The air grew hotter in seconds, and you had to stop for a second to take a breath. As you detached yourself from him, you were surprised how natural everything felt.

There was no awkwardness, no doubt.

You just kissed Yunho, your best friend, and it felt as natural as breathing.

"Now that... That was super hot."

It took you a second before you burst out into laughter. Leave it to Yunho to say something a frat boy would in a moment like this.

"Yeah, it was. You're such a dork, oh my God."

"But I'm your dork, right?"

You looked into his eyes, seeing how serious he actually was.

"Do you... Want to be?"

"I thought I already was, but let's make it official."

Before you could respond, Yunho got down on one knee in front of you. Your eyes widened, and you panicked slightly when he reached into his pocket.

You soon realised there was no need, because he only took out his wallet. Strange, but okay.

"I know this is so sudden, but I always knew we'd end up together. I was just too shy to do anything because I'm me, and you are incredible. And so sexy it's not even real."

You gasped, knowing there was no chance Yunho could do a standard, normal, romantic confession.

For some reason, you loved him even more for that.

"Look at this."

He took out a piece of paper from his wallet, giving it to you.

There, on a random sticky note, was your writing. It only said "gone out, eat breakfast you idiot!!! love you"

"It's funny, but when I looked at the note you wrote about six months ago, I couldn't help but wonder. Do you love me in the same way I love you, or was it just something you said because we've known each other for so long. I realised I had to step up my game, so I tried to be obvious. But you... You are as dense as honey sometimes."

Your eyes widened.

"Is that why you..."

"Call you honey? Part of the reason. You're just the sweetest person I've ever met, so it fits. Do you get it now?"

You nodded, realising he was still down on one knee. You pointed at his position, raising your brow.

"If you propose to me on my cousin's wedding day we might as well be exiled from planet earth afterwards."

Yunho gasped, seemingly realising himself how this might look to you.

"No, no! Don't worry, I plan on proposing, but not today. I need to figure out where I can rent a unicorn."

"You do know those aren't real? And why the hell would you need a unicorn?"

"Doesn't matter. Let me get back to my point. I love you, and I want you. Do you want me?"

The two of you looked into each other's eyes, not knowing whose smile was bigger.

"I love you, and I want you. Come and kiss me again."

"Yes ma'am!"

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"We totally broke your bed."

"Let's hope we did not, because my mother would freak out."

Your back was pressed against Yunho's front, his arms wrapped securely around you. The position wasn't foreign to you, but the state of undress you were in was.

After his grand confession, Yunho couldn't keep his hands off of you. Soon enough, you were tangled in the sheets of your old bed, your moans making the sweetest melodies.

"You know, we can skip the wedding if you want to."

You turned to glance at him, totally unprepared for the suggestion.

"We can't do that. My family would... You know, I don't think my family would mind much."

"Do you want to go?"

"No! No, I don't! You're a genius."

He laughed, placing a kiss on your hair.

"I pride myself in having a big brain. I don't think that's the only thing that is big abo-"

"Okay! We get it."

You turned around in his arms, placing your hands on his cheeks.

"I love you. Thank you for going through this hell with me. And thank you for pushing me to do something I want, but don't have the courage to."

He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips, his arms strengthening their hold on you.

"You can always count on me. You deserve to be surrounded by people who worship the ground you walk on."

"There aren't that many."

Yunho smiled, chuckling afterwards.

"There's me. I will be there, for as long as you want me."

"Somehow, I think that will be more than enough."

The two of you enjoyed the feeling of finally being together for some more, before you silently packed up your things and headed out to the car.

Finally, you were able to escape the horrible behaviour you'd been exposed to since you were little.

Your heart didn't feel so heavy anymore, and with Yunho's hand covering yours, you knew it never will.

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[wren-kitchens]

there is no line never enough

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maybe it's cruel. no- it's almost definitely cruel, and grian is probably stooping a bit lower than he'd like here, but frankly, he has not been able to think about hotguy without that creeping dread accompanying it. he’s never liked the guy that much, but he’s always been.. for lack of a better phrase, a bit of a bumbling idiot. grian hasn't seen him so cold and calculating behind that cheery persona before, and now he doubts he'll ever be able to see him the same way again. so with that in mind.. it's still cruel. but, in grian's opinion anyway, it might just be deserved. 

completely inspired by this incredible animatic by @persiiart on youtube! which in turn is ddvau created by the wonderful doody and maruu! go check them all out, they’re all so incredibly talented

maybe it's cruel. no- it's almost definitely cruel, and grian is probably stooping a bit lower than he'd like here, but frankly, he has not been able to think about hotguy without that creeping dread accompanying it. he’s never liked the guy that much, but he’s always been.. for lack of a better phrase, a bit of a bumbling idiot. grian hasn't seen him so cold and calculating behind that cheery persona before, and now he doubts he'll ever be able to see him the same way again.

so with that in mind.. it's still cruel. but, in grian's opinion anyway, it might just be deserved. 

he watches as hotguy wanders across the street from atop the roof, and he can’t help smirking to himself. grian has always found it funny to wind jimmy up with some silly story about trimming his eyelashes or polishing his books—perhaps this is just an extension of that. the thought crosses his mind that jimmy ought to have gone on his 'not-a-date' with tango by now, and he finds himself a little miffed that he has not heard all about it just yet. sure, he’s spent the better part of a week in the hospital, but still—you’d think joel or lizzie would have come by to gossip, at least.

"i know you’re there, birdie!" comes hotguy's voice, that stupid flirtatious note in it, as if grian would ever fall for him. "come on, don't be shy!"

grian rolls his eyes and lets himself fall from the roof, spreading his wings to glide slowly down. hotguy, the complete dolt that he is, doesn't see him as he descends, nor does he hear as grian lands directly behind him. how he ever managed to get this far is beyond grian's understanding.

"i’m hardly shy." grian says, and hotguy yelps, jumping away from him. he smirks as hotguy tries to regain his composure. "what are you doing out here? doesn’t seem to be much going on."

"aw, just waiting for my favourite vigilante!" hotguy gives what grian assumes is something he considers a winning smile, and grian wants to gag. "haven't seen you around!"

grian shrugs, taking a step forward. "i've been busy." he tilts his head to the side. "i’ve heard you had something of an ordeal with a couple civilians."

hotguy blinks, apparently already taken aback by grian's behaviour. well, this ought to be more fun than he expected. "i- well, it's all over the news, i’d be surprised if you hadn't." he gives an awkward chuckle. "y’know- it's thanks to a professor at the university that we got things under control."

"what, you couldn't handle it yourself?" grian leans forward, hands behind his back—birdlike. "you’re all.." he gives hotguy a look up and down, lingering a little on his chest. "well, you know."

much to grian's satisfaction, hotguy's face has begun to redden, his eyes wide. "i don’t- you- i may be called hotguy, but i don't have fire powers." he manages, flustered. "that was- it was kind of the whole- the saviour of the day! i- um."

grian is definitely enjoying himself too much now, but he doesn't want to stop. "never seen you be so tongue-tied." he glances at hotguy's lips briefly, but long enough for him to have noticed. maybe he should do this more often, actually. "it's kinda cute."

okay, that may have slipped out there. as much as he detests the guy, grian has to admit- it is a little cute how easily the macho hero can be completely thrown off his game by some flirting. once again grian has to wonder how he managed to get this position—you'd think he should be better at this. 

"i- i’m only human, cuteguy." hotguy laughs, visibly embarrassed. he takes a step back, and grian takes another forward. "i’m not- what are you doing? um- exactly." 

grian gives what he hopes is an attractive laugh, beginning to circle the self-proclaimed 'hero'. "oh, i’m just havin' a little fun. can’t blame a guy for that, can you?"

"i suppose not." hotguy is beginning to look nervous, until grian puts a hand on his shoulder and runs his fingers along to his neck and down his spine. hotguy gives an almost imperceptible shiver. "you- you know, your name is pretty accurate."

"hm?" grian hums, resting his chin on hotguy's other shoulder, interested by the change in tone. he sounds confident, and grian is too curious to shut it down. "how's that?"

hotguy turns his head, and his lips brush grian's ear as he murmurs. "well, you’re pretty darn cute, birdie."

grian expects it to be revolting—unpleasant at least. so when something sparks in his chest, something that makes him want hotguy to talk like that some more, needless to say, he’s surprised. surprised, but not displeased. 

"now aren't you just the charmer." grian smirks, placing his hand on hotguy's waist and keeping it there as he walks around to face him. 

despite his boost of confidence, hotguy is breathless when he says, "i live to serve." he grins. "besides, it's true."

grian tilts his head, and pushes hotguy in the chest, his back against the brick wall of what he assumes to be unoccupied apartment buildings, if the lack of light emitted from any of the windows is an accurate indicator. hotguy gives a surprised huff, and grian moves closer, standing between hotguy's legs, hand still on his chest.

"this- this is a change of pace." hotguy says, the colour on his cheeks deepening further. his eyes flicker from grian's own to his lips and back again. well, why not?

grian leans forward until his lips almost graze hotguy's, eyes half closed. "not a fan?"

a beat, in which grian can hear hotguy's breath quicken ever so slightly, and feel his pulse speeding under his palms. "well- that isn’t what i said, is it?"

"i have noticed, of course." grian murmurs. "the way you look at me. it'd be hard to miss."

hotguy huffs a laugh that ruffles the tips of grian's hair. "i can’t say i’m surprised to hear that."

"you probably also noticed," grian's lips are practically brushing against hotguy's as he speaks, he’s that close. he watches as hotguy's eyes flutter shut. "that i don’t look at you the same."

grian pulls back suddenly, staying long enough to watch hotguy blink in confusion before he takes off, grinning triumphantly as he wiggles his fingers in a mocking wave. as he flies away, back home, he doesn't bother looking back.

[medievalharlot]

Make Up, Make Out 彡 Jason Hochberg x f!reader

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Pairing: Jason x f!reader

Synopsis: After moving you got asked to be counselor at Pineway, unfornately you weren't really what Jason was expecting to stumble upon in the head counselor bunk..

Wordcount: 4,7k

Tags: Enemies to lovers, slight angst, comfort, fluff, reader is homesick, plot strays away from the movie (no killing here I want my boy to be happy at camp)

A/N: I have been wanting to write for Jason since forever. Unfortunately I STILL have not finished Hell Of a Summer because i have been busy but I couldn't help writing for him. Shoutout to @yearsbecomingcool for helping me with this idea! Jason might be a little ooc, but please enjoy!

Something about you annoyed him. Jason couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but you rubbed him the wrong way completely. The way you dressed, the way you talked and the way the kids seemed to prefer you over him. It was true that you had a certain charm to you that Jason did not have, and maybe that was what annoyed him so much. Even for him, it felt out of character to dislike someone this much. Especially at camp Pineway of all places. He never had an issue with any of the people here. The two of you just seemed to clash. Every team game turned into a competition between you. So far you had won every single game. You had defeated him at badminton, the yearly relay race, tug of war and countless games of dodgeball. The real problem here? The two of you were co head counselors..

This was going to be his year, Jason could feel it. John and Kathy had asked him specifically this year! Besides, even if he gave an emotional goodbye-speech last year, he couldn’t stay away from this place. Most of the people here he had already met, either as counselor or as campers. It truly felt incredible to be back. Claire, Demi, Ezra, he was happy to see some familiar faces. There were some new faces as well, but he was sure it was going to be fun. His summer’s at Pineway were some of his best memories. While everyone was getting to know each other and getting settled, Jason decided to head up to the bunk of John and Kathy.

“John, Kathy, where are thou.” He laughed as he knocked on the door. No reply, odd. Jason peeked his head around the door. “Here’s Jason-” He cut himself off when he saw you. You were leaning over the desk slightly, reading some notes they left behind. Jason didn’t remember ever seeing you at camp Pineway, he definitely would have remembered you. Why were you in the bunk of John and Kathy? First time counselors weren’t supposed to come here. You were tucking a hair behind your ear when you looked up at him. Jason glanced you up and down. He couldn’t deny you were quite attractive. You had stunning eyes, your hair sat effortlessly good, you were wearing a black and red flannel with jean shorts that seem to fit you just right. But the first thing he noticed about you now that he got a good look at you was the way you smiled, it radiated a certain positivity.

“You must be Jason, right?” You spoke and took a few steps forward. “I am Y/N.” With that same smile you offered him your hand to shake. He was about to ask why you were in the headbunk, but you already answered his question before he could ask it. “I will be your co head-counselor this year.”

A bit confused he shook your hand. “My co head-counselor?” He asked you as he watched you. “But you’re a first year?” It sounded a bit sassier than he wanted it to sound.

“Yeah?” You raised a brow as you crossed your arms. “But this isn’t my first rodeo, have been doing this since I was eighteen actually. I just happened to move here this year, and after talking to John and Kathy they asked if I wanted to help you with counseling this year.”

Jason took another good look at you, you were probably a bit younger than he was. John and Kathy asked you specifically to help him? That stung a little. He thought that they wanted him to finally be head-counselor. “Well do you know where they are right now?”

You shook your head. “On this note they said they had to run some errands and that they expect us to get the party started.” The sticky note was on the table between another pile of papers. Before he could read what it said you were already out of the bunk and making your way to the group of counselors that were waiting in the mess hall.

Jason followed behind you, taking a few big steps to be ahead of you. “I’ll handle this, I’ve known this group for a while.” He told you as he started fumbling with a few cards in his hands. With an amused smirk on your face you watched him with crossed arms.

It went about as well as you expected. Jason tried to do an awkward magic trick and nobody really seemd to listen to him. The attempt was sweet, but you liked cutting to the chase. “Okay so, hi new face here. I am Y/N and together with Jason I will be head counselor. this year I already have a few years of counseling under my belt at camp Twin Creeks but my parents moved here, so camp Pineway it is!”

Jason looked affronted when you interrupted him. Didn’t you see he was trying to do a thing here? This was his chance to set a good impression and you made him blow it! He got pulled out of his thoughts when you looked at him to continue the introduction. “Yes uh- John and Kathy will come later! So they asked me.” He then looked at you. “Us. To start the party for them!” Jason chuckled a bit.

You had already grabbed a plastic basket, always a step ahead. “You guys know the drill, phones in the basket.” The basket got passed around, a bunch of groans of discontempt filled the hall. “Give those fried dopamine receptors a rest! If I catch any of you with your phones, it’s mine.” You looked at the basket with phones as you sat down on the table.

“Let’s get fucked up!”

“Let's get effed up, but let's also remember, the camp has very strict policies against partying. So just no drinking, no smoking, and most importantly, no Game of Thrones spoilers.” Jason’s protests fell on deaf ears. It was just you, Jason and an awkward silence left in the hall.

You patted him on the back. He didn’t like that. “Losen up a little Jason, I rather know what they are drinking than them doing it behind my back. I won’t say no to a beer either.” With a jump you got off the table. “And Game of Thrones ended in like 2018? Don’t tell me you still haven’t finished it.” Before he could even reply you were already outside.

That day started a rivalry between the two of you. Every activity was a chance to show off and Jason did have quite the competitive streak. That night you two already managed to have a drinking competition. Jason had sworn he was not going to drink or break any rules but when you told him you would outdrink him, he was dead set on beating you. It ended with Jason falling asleep against Claire’s shoulder after he had one too many.

He never regretted anything more that morning. With a pounding headache and a dry throat he made his way to the mess hall. The rest of the counselors cheered him on when he walked in, making him smile a little. Jason planned on making ammends with you tho, he couldn’t keep behaving like this. But when he saw you making breakfast for the rest of the crew, something he always enjoyed doing, wearing his ‘kiss the cook’ apron those plans went out the window.

Softly groaning he sat down next to Claire somewhere in the front. She couldn’t help but laugh at the display. “I never thought I would live to see the day goody two shoes Jason Hochberg hungover at camp.” She offered him a glass of water.

“She challenged me!” Jason said defensively while he pointed at you. “She shouldn’t be head-counselor if she encourages people to break rules.”

Claire quickly shoved his arm down. “Don’t point at her, it’s rude.” She turned to her plate again, taking a bite of her toast. “I think she is nice. She helped me unpack last night after we brought you to bed.” Of course his best friend liked his new found rival. “And she makes a delicious fried egg, you got competition Jason.” She grinned while taking another bite.

Just as he was about to protest, you walked out of the kitchen with two plates. He watched you sit down and placing one of the plates infront of him. “I was surprised at how much a guy like you could drink in such a short amount of time.” You chuckled as you took a bite of your own food. “Eat, it’ll help. We need to go over the activites for next week.”

It had really set the tone for the rest of the camp. Jason was always bickering with you and Claire was trying to mediate between the two of you. When the campers arrived the rivalry continued. Who could gather the most firewood first, who’s assigned group could clean up faster, who could finish the dishes faster. Every activity was a competition, and damn you were good at everything. He truly found you a stuck up perfectionist that is always showing off and you found Jason an awkward wimp that couldn’t read the room. Like House Lannister and House Stark, as Jason would put it, the two of you clashed.

He disliked your bratty remarks, your smart ideas, the way a room lit up when you smiled, your beautiful hair and the way that even despite all of it you made the heat rise to his cheeks. It made him even more frustrated. A girl like you would never give him a chance.

But you had wanted to give him a chance. The first thing you noticed about him was his dorky smile that unfortunately dropped as soon as he saw you. You hated to admit that you thought he was cute. His attitude towards you when you first met hurt. It hurt even more to see him behaving so warm towards everyone, but so doubting and cold towards you. Why did he have to question everything you did as if you haven’t been doing this since you were eighteen? Of course you were going to give him snide remarks if he kept doing that.

Ezra was the only one that saw right through the two of you. He called you ‘The real life straight version of Elphaba and Galinda’. Whenever he brought up the topic it was the only time you and Jason agreed. You two loathed each other, and would continue to do so..

After a few days, John and Kathy finally called in. Apparently they had some mold and water issues at their new home that was going to take the summer to fix. So it was just you and Jason running the camp. You almost regretted going. Even before you got here you missed your home and your friends. You had hoped that Camp Pineway would cure your homesickness but your rivalry with Jason only made it worse. He was supposed to be your buddy yet he acted like you spat in his coffee each morning.

Now the two of you were also in charge of a bunch of kids and you were running out of supplies. Jason wasn’t sure what to do, John and Kathy usually ran the errands. Claire insisted that it would be fine if the two of you went to the store, she and the other camp counselors had got it covered. Jason knew the way to the storeand you knew what to get. She had also secretly hoped that without the campers and the other counselors around the two of you would make up.

Jason had already taken the drivers seat in the worn down truck, not that you wanted to drive that scrap of metal anyway. With a hard swing you loudly closed the door.

“It’s going to break like that you know, old Betty has seen many Pineway years and it would be a shame to break in on your first year.” Jason had to start the car a few times before it started, the soft rumbling of the motor alerting everyone you were leaving.

“Sorry, not everyone has an emotional attachment to a piece of metal. Are you going to kiss and caress it too like those other weird car freaks?” You retorted and crossed your arms as he drove away from the camp.

“I am not a car freak.”

“You are into Game of Thrones tho.”

“So are you?”

“That’s different.”

Jason frowned. “How is it any different from me?” He looked at you. Did you really just straight up call him weird? He knew you thought he was, it made him quite insecure, but he never thought you would say it like that. You were truly just another bully like at highschool.

“Because I read the books first, before watching the show.” It was almost in a teasing tone. You hated when people insisted they were a better fan for reading the books, but pissing Jason off was just too fun.

“How is that different?” He scoffed, eyes returning to the road. For a moment it was silent. “What is your favorite character then?” Jason eventually asked, it didn’t hurt to ask about something he liked. Besides, he was curious what kind of fan you were.

To you, it felt more like a trick question but there was no shame in answering truthfully. “Sansa Stark. Yours?” It was the first time you sounded genuinely interested in what he had to say. You were quite interested in what he thought about the show. Being a nerd and being into nerdy stuff had always been a big part of your personality, but thus far you had not found someone to talk to about your interests.

Jason nodded, he couldn’t really argue with your character choice. “Tyrion Lannister. He’s quite funny.”

“It has been a while since I watched tho.” You spoke, placing an elbow on the car door. “I used to watch it with one of my best friends.” There was a sadness to your voice.

“When did you move?” Jason turned his head for a moment to look at you. Even if he disliked you, he understood how it might make you feel sad.

“A few weeks before camp. It’s a wonder John and Kathy hired me, but apparently my previous co-counselors really sang my praises.”

Jason looked at the road again. He couldn’t lie, you were a good campleader. The kids really seemed to like you and you were always creative in your activity ideas. The scavenger hunt you set out was brilliant, both the campers and counselors really enjoyed it. At the campfire after the hunt nobody could seem to shut up about it.

Even the shy kids seemed to blossom whenever you connected with them. Jason noticed you sitting with one of the shy girl’s before while a group of boys was pulling him along to teach them how to use the bow and arrow, you were really taking the time for her. The next time he saw the girl she was laughing and smiling with another girl. He could really applaud your ability to make camp special for everyone. Too bad you were always sassmouthing him..

“Do you like it here?” Jason dared to ask.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” He could hear the lump in your throat. Did you really did not like it here? He regretted the way he acted towards you now, he hadn’t noticed you were feeling awful. The rest of the carride was silent. Not an awkward silence tho, it was comfortable to sit in. You watched the trees slowly turning into buildings again as you got closer to the store.

When you got back Claire was happy to see you hadn’t ripped each other’s heads off. It felt like the two of you had a truce. She watched as Jason helped you with the groceries, there was no witty remark or protest coming from you this time. Instead, you held the door to the mess hall open for him. Both of you didn’t say a thing as you helped each other, almost as if you didn’t want to acknowledge it.

She approached Jason after you stayed in the kitchen to start on dinner. He was setting the tables, passing around paper plates and plastic forks for the kids to eat from as soon as it was served. Claire sat down on one of the tables. “Did you two make out or something? You didn’t argue about who’s making dinner.” She grinned.

Jason looked up at her, still holding a pile of paper plates. “What? No, never!” He might have a little bit of empathy for your situation but he would never make out with you, you still called him weird inexplicitly. Besides, he didn’t have the guts to do that. “I think she doesn’t really like it here. When I asked she said it was fine but it didn’t really sound like it.” He admitted.

“Oh.. Well she covers it up really well then.”Claire raised her eyebrows. “Never seen someone put this much energy into something they did not like.” She watched Jason knit his brows, there was clearly something on his mind bothering him.

Jason sat down next to her with a sigh. “I just..” He started and then scratched the back of his neck. “I just feel bad about how I have been acting towards her. I mean she did call me weird-”

“You weren’t exactly mister perfect either, you basically doubted her ability to be counselor from the moment she got here Jason.” Claire interrupted him, reminding this whole ordeal wasn’t just one sided.

“I know I know.” He looked ahead for a moment. “I guess I was just a little dissapointed John and Kathy didn’t just pick me specifically to be counselor. Not that they made a bad decision to ask Y/N to join us. Don’t think I have ever seen the campers this excited, she really has a talent for this. It’s admirable.” Jason had a soft smile on his face as he thought about the way you sang to the kids at last night’s bonfire. “She probably expected to make new friends this summer and I acted like a total asshole.”

Claire watched as Jason burried his face into his hands with a groan. “Yeah you pretty much have been.” She chuckled and patted his back when he let out another groan. “But it’s never too late to make up?”

That night Jason couldn’t sleep. While staring at the ceiling he could not help thinking about you. He couldn’t believe he was really blinded by his own feelings to see how amazing you actually were. You had a real talent for counseling, you were extremely creative and your smile. Your lovely smile. He could feel his cheeks get red by the idea of you smiling at him, hugging him, kissing him. A warm feeling spread through his body at the thought.

His wandering mind got interrupted when he heard a soft knock on the door. The campers were supposed to be asleep a long while ago, so something had to be up. He quickly got off his bed and opened the door. The shy girl, her name was Taylor, stood infront of him in tears. Quickly he let her into his bunk.

As she sat on his bed she told him in tears that she felt sick. She couldn’t find your bunk or the bunk of the nurses so she went to his bunk instead. The bunk of head counselor was the only one that was yellow, easy to spot in the dark. Jason tried to calm her, but she only seemed to get more upset. He knew that you would be able to calm her down, so after he felt her forehead to confirm her fever he decided to take her to your bunk.

He had walked the road to your bunk several times before throughout the years, yet he couldn’t help but feel nervous. Your lights were already off so he was probably waking you up. Softly, he knocked on your door while shooting a weak smile at Taylor. You opened the door quite quickly to his surprise. So you had been awake.

“Jason? What’s wrong?” You asked but he could hear your broken voice. Had you been crying? “Taylor are you alright sweetheart?” Before Jason could ask anything about it you led them into your bunk. You turned on the light, it was interesting to see how you decided to decorate your bunk. It was also suprisingly neat compared to his bunk. Jason’s was always a mess within days.

“She probably has a fever.” Jason turned to you. “I couldn’t get her to calm down, I thought maybe you could?” He whispered softly as he stood next to you. The sound of his voice so intimately in your ear sent shivers down your spine.

“Poor thing.” You brushed her hair from her burning forehead with your hand as you looked at Jason. He had already been looking at you the entire time with those dreamy blue eyes. It made you pause for a moment. The way he looked at you with genuine admiration and kindness made the feelings from the first day that you have been pushing away bubble right up again.

You shook your head, trying to collect your thoughts. “We should get her some medication, I think I have some Advil in my backpack.” You pointed at your bag on the chair. Taylor’s sobs got slightly harder so you decided to sit down with her on your bed. While Jason was getting the Advil you softly rubbed her back, asking her about her day as you tried to ease her mind.

As soon as she took the Advil you quietly took her back to her bunk trying to not wake up the rest of the kids. Jason watched you by the door as you sat by her bed, brushed your finger along her temple as you waited for her to fall asleep. It didn’t take long, the campers did have a busy day and without her fever and anxiety keeping her up she fell asleep quite fast. After waiting a little while you got up and walked to him.

“Can’t imagine what seven-year-old would have done if I got a fever at my first summer camp, poor girl.” You said as soon as the two of you got outside.

“Sorry I woke you up.” Jason felt like he had to apologize, even though he knew you weren’t sleeping. It was a first step in trying to make ammends.

“It’s fine.” You said, you hadn’t expected him to apologise. “I couldn’t really sleep anyway, crickets kept me up.” It was a lie, you had been up crying. You looked at the bonfire, it was still slowly dying out. “Might aswell enjoy the little bit of heat from the fire.” You stopped, waiting for him to also join you.

He did, he sat down next to you. Silently you watched the embers of the fire burn out as the night got chillier. You had forgat to bring a sweater so you tried to rub your arms warm. Jason noticed and he offered his zip-up hoodie, which you gladly took. The soft cotton still smelled like him, you softly snuggled into the fabric.

“I’m sorry for-” Jason broke the comfortable silence, not sure how to start. “I am sorry for acting like a douchebag. You’re a very capable counselor and I have been acting awfull towards you.” He started rambling, Jason never could quite tell when it was time to shut up.

“I haven’t been very nice to you either. I think I might be just as awkward and weird as you are.” You had your eyes stuck on the campfire as you were trying to avoid his gaze.. “Guess I just hadn’t expected you to question me, but I don’t blame you. It’s probably odd to share your position with a stranger without questioning their abilities to do said job.”

Jason frowned as he continued to look at you. “No, I mean it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin camp for you. I never want someone to feel out of place at Pineway of all places!” He made a grand gesture. It was clear he loved this place.

You pulled your knees to your chest, resting your head on top of them. “It’s not entirely your fault, Jason.” A sigh left your lip. “I have been feeling quite homesick. Yes Pineway is fun, but it’s not like home.” You sniffed as you could feel the tears stinging in your eyes.

Even in the dark Jason could notice the tears in your eyes, the hurt in your voice. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve been doing amazing tho, I have never seen a summer this full of activities. And you manage to do it without John and Kathy. That’s impressive. Don’t know how this year would have turned out without you here.” He gave your shoulder a squeeze.

His nice words only spurred on your tears. You placed your forehead against the top of your knees as you sobbed. “I am just so scared that nobody actually likes me here, even after camp. I don’t have any friends and my new room is so ugly too. They’ll never like me at my new school because I am a big loser after all.” All your worries came pouring out.

Jason watched you ramble on. Without hesitating he pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head. He held you close in silence, his warmth was comforting. It surprised you for a moment before you leaning your head against his chest as you softly cried. He surprised you even more when he placed a kiss on your head. “You’re way cooler than you think, and if they don’t see that at your new school they’re fools.” He muttered softly. You pulled away, looking him in the eye. Those beautifull blue eyes.

“I’m sorry did I go to far?-”

You couldn’t help but lean in and place your lips on his. With your hands holding onto his shirt you pulled him closer. His one hand was placed next to you on the bench, the other reaching to cup your cheek. He softly stroked it in a comforting manner with his thumb, wiping away your tears.

It was a perfect moment, yet twenty-four hours ago you would never have thought you would kiss Jason. Both of you were inexperienced but you didn’t really care. When you pulled away eventually you stared at each other for a moment.

“That was the first time someone kissed me.” Jason look down a bit embarassed before looking at you again.

“That was the first time I kissed someone too.” You admitted as well, feeling a little less ashamed knowing it was his first kiss too.

You stared at him for a moment longer before a ray of light hit the grass, had the two of you been sitting out here for so long that the sun was already rising? You grabbed his wrist to look at his watch, it was 5AM. It would take another three hours before the rest of the camp would wake up.

“I have always wanted to watch the sunrise.” You said as you leaned against his shoulder, hugging his arm.

Jason blushed slightly at your affectionate gesture. “Glad to scrape it off your camp bucketlist with you.” He placed his arm around your shoulders as he held you close, resting the side of his head on top of yours. He could care less about the teasing remarks he would get from Claire or the rest of the counselors about his little crush. Right now, he was here enjoying the sunset with the girl he turned out to not hate as much as he thought he would.

[bluem1lls]

hii tthere, i love ur fics so much oml especially the one that's like a toxic relationship with se-mi, I was wondering if you could write something where f-reader sucks se-mi's strap? like giving her a whole show and everything, you can add anything you want weather it's rough or softer, include degradation etc, however you prefer i just can't get the idea out of my head and i need it lol ✨

you get me closer to god.

toxic situationship! se-mi x reader - summary: you’re not allowed to be jealous but oh, she definitely is. and she’s about to show you how bad it can get. - content: smut mdni, strap sucking (s! receiving), degrading, face slapping, fingering, toxic toxic se-mi but we know that already! - author's note: HI BABIES!!! i love u yall and ty for the request andddd tysm for reading me another night n another smut!

the ambience was tense.

after the fight last night, you and se-mi weren't exactly on speaking terms. clearly, she kept pretending you were, because the way she kissed you, hugged you, and touched you was the same as always.

she tried to play it cool in front of her friends, make it seem like nothing’s wrong. she ended up drunk, sitting in a circle playing spin the bottle with everyone —knowing damn well that if she got paired with a girl, she'd have to kiss her.

and that she did.

and of course, she's so used to seeing you mad and jealous that she thought it’d be over when it was done. like, c'mon, she knew she messed up big time, but you’d forgive her eventually.

but when she turned? oh. it was nothing like that.

i mean yeah, the jealousy was making your blood boil. but you’d learned your lesson.

se-mi doesn't get mad if you ignore her, or if you spit your entire feelings at her, nah, she couldn’t care less.

wanna know when she gets real angry?

when you're online but don’t answer her texts.

like, who are you texting???

or when you're out with your friends and don't answer her calls.

why the fuck are you so busy? doing what?

so you figured... what better way to give her revenge?

when the guys ended their cheering, their eyes went to you. you quickly erased the angered expression, changing it for a smirk as you slowly approached the circle. your half-smoked cigarette was left on the ashtray as you sat beside se-mi, who was staring at you like you'd grown two heads.

why weren't you going all psycho mode?

"am i allowed to play too?" your voice came out silky, almost provocative, as you stared at her them.

"are you—" se-mi was about to ask, bitting the inside of her cheek as nam-gyu interrupted her

"join us! it’ll be fun!" he said. se-mi stared at him with anger in her eyes. he knew you were hers. why would he insist on you playing a game where you could cheat on her? was he insane?

it doesn't matter if she played it! like, you knew she only loves you, duh.

but if you did it???? now thats another business. because you were always a one-person kind of girl.

so what the fuck???

your hands slowly settled on the bottle, spinning it around. her heart beat like it was trying to escape from her chest.

so, imagine her surprise when the bottle landed on mi-na.

the same girl she had just made out with.

mi-na felt like she'd won the lottery.

"babe, you don't have to do it" se-mi chuckled anxiously, her hand grabbing your thigh and giving it a rough pat —kinda like a stay in your place.

"it's fine. mi-na doesn't mind, right?" you shrugged, staring at the girl as the strawberry blonde nodded with eager. se-mi shifted in her seat, clenching her fists when you stood up to get closer to mi-na.

your hands slowly settled on the girl's backneck, pulling her in to smash your lips together. mi-na tried to follow the rough pace —and i say tried because the way her body was becoming hot with only one kiss, wasn't allowing her.

se-mi's blood seemed to boil. your lips on mi-na, her hands moving all around your body and the kiss turning more—

she couldn't take it anymore, god.

"hey, that's fucking enough, don't you think?" she said, her hands gripping harshly at your waist, pulling you away. you turned around to meet her, only to find dark eyes filled with rage and…

oh.

something more.

you could hear the guys as a distant background noise as she pulled you toward the first room she found in the apartment. her grip was surely gonna leave a bruise. she closed the door behind her and turned to stare at you.

you felt her cold hands pushing you onto the bed, making you sit on the edge as she stood in between your legs. the thrill of seeing her angry made you press your thighs together, looking for some relief.

her eyes drop to watch exactly what you’re doing, making her chuckle dryly. "you're getting off from this? fuck. you love pissing me off, huh?” she licked her lower lip, her pale hands grabbing your thighs, slowly reaching upwards to meet where you needed her the most.

thank god you decided to wear a skirt for easy access.

"so i have to be okay with you kissing her but if i— o-oh my— fuck." you couldn't even finish your sentence because two of her fingers slowly moved your thong aside, teased your entrance and push themselves inside. her palm hit your clit, making your eyes roll back.

"finally you shut the fuck up.” she mumbled as she kept her pace, going in and out of your soaked hole, slowly lifting her stare. her other hand left your thight to give a soft slap to your face, making you whine.

her hand went from your cheek to your hair, grabbing a fistfull of it. she removed her fingers from inside, making you cry out from the loss. she quickly pulled you forward to make you kneal in front of her.

"there's nothing i love more than having you like this" she whispered, caressing your face like she loved you. your doe eyes followed hers.

althought one of her hands was still on your hair, her other went to unzip and lower her pants, leaving her in some grey boxers —wait, was that...

you could feel yourself drooling. the boxers revealed a bulge in between her legs, one you knew very well.

"did you actually brough the—" you asked, staring at her.

"maybe." she snickered as she lowered her boxers, exposing the big black strap that quickly went to rest on your lips.

"open up." she said, tapping two of her fingers on your lips. you opened to let them in, and she quickly followed. you obeyed, licking them for a few seconds before she removed them, replacing them with her cock. fuck, it was big.

your eyes never left hers as you went up and down the silicone toy, and god, it made her feel like she might break into pieces.

you removed it from inside your mouth to wrap your hands around it, giving it a few strokes. your tongue gave a slow lick from the base all the way up to the tip, circling it around the head a few times. her eyes become darker as she caressed your hair away from your face.

her hand went to the back of your head, guiding you to take her cock as deep inside your throat as you could.

this act was making you soak your —already ruined— panties. her eyes were fixed on you, her lower lip trapped between her teeth.

god, she was poison—but right now? you wanted nothing more than to please her.

your head bobbed, trying to take her even deeper, making her moan as if she could feel your lips wrapped around it —she swore she could tho.

"c'mon, keep taking it." she said, moving you to her own rhythm and making you gag. "drooling already?" she cooes, a teasing smirk on her lips.

you slowly pulled away, releasing the strap with a 'pop', giving her a stare with half-lidded eyes.

but she wasn't having your teasing tonight.

her hand grips your hair harder, making you whine. the minute you open your mouth to complain, the toy enters back to your mouth and doesn't stop till it reaches the back of your throat. this time, she starts fucking your mouth at her pace. everytime you took all of it, the base hit her clit, making her moan louder and louder.

it made you throb. fuck, you needed her, anything she could give you; her fingers, her cock, her tongue. your cunt clench around nothing at the thought. your panties felt uncomfortable and the fact that she wasn't touching you right now made you ache.

too bad she was focused on the sight in front of her; your lips wrapped around her cock, the mascara tears that ran down your cheeks, the drool that kept falling from the sides of your mouth.

“love this” she heard your small mumble, too cock-drunk to say it louder. “having you in my mouth. love this. w-want you in every hole” you muttered, still with her strap in your mouth, and god, the words had her moaning.

"yeah?" she answered breathless while moving her hips. you can feel yourself choking on her cock, so you tap her thigh, making her pull away for a few minutes so you can breathe again. one of her cold, pale hands takes your face and squeezes your cheeks together, making your lips pout. her eyes scanned your entire face. she seemed like she was making fun of you; probably because she was. i mean, you were a mess. "you know, if i could, i'd cum all over your face.” she whispered, you could feel her lips almost on yours. almost. her words went straight to your clit, making you let out a pornographic moan. such a whore.

her eyes darted from your face to your pressed thighs, half-covered by the mini skirt. oh, you needed to cum so badly, poor thing.

she pulled you up, making you stand up with a hiss of complaint as she had grabbed you from your hair. she guided you to the side of the room, where the desk and study chair sat.

her hands slowly gripped your waist, turning you around, making your back hit her chest. you closed your eyes, moaning at the feeling as her hands pressed you against the desk, making you bend over. your lips let out a small gasp of surprise. she reached the end of your skirt, lifting it and leaving you exposed, revealing your already soaked cunt.

"since you did so good, guess it’s your turn now”she whispered in your ear, softly biting the lobe. she alined her strap to your already dripping pussy, going inside with no warning.

oh. it's gonna be a long night.

[ballsandbabes]

What I had Pt.I : Michael Kaiser x Reader

Summary: What happens when the media monkey and the hyperbolic ego are stuck in a room and would like to be at each other's throats?

Authors note: Not proofread// female reader implied// GIFs are not mine// have fun while reading it

Series: Part I // Part II // Part III

You weren’t sure what was more exhausting—wrangling the ever-glamorous, ever-demanding Michael Kaiser for his social media content, or now having to explain to the hotel receptionist how the top scorer of Bastard München and his personal media assistant had just been booked into the same room.

It's been a year and a half since you finished your studies. A not-so-fresh sports journalist who hated her office job. When your friend Tsukki gave you the opportunity to work as a personal media assistant at a well-known and large sports club, you immediately resigned full of enthusiasm. In the days before your first day at work you had read documentaries and all sorts of articles in order to find out as much as possible about your new employer.

What no one knew back then, however, is that you would get HIM. Michael Kaiser....an arrogant young man who had the greatest superiority complex you had ever seen. Honestly it amazed you at times. He sees everybody around him as merely small time actor compared to his big time main role as the star of his world, which then had also become your world. 

And being part of this world meant being called at half past two in the morning, picking up your suit from the dry cleaners or even spontaneously reading out a statement about why Kaiser couldn't attend the press conference. Since day one, you knew he would be a lot of work.

“This is unacceptable,” Kaiser muttered beside you, arms crossed, leaning against the marble counter like he was posing for GQ.

You tried to manage a polite smile. “We’re sorry, but the rest of the team rooms are full. The soccer game really....It was a mix-up in booking,” the hotel manager repeated apologetically, looking to the side very much intimidated. “We can offer you a double room with two beds and a great view—for tonight, at least.”

Before you could protest, Kaiser sighed dramatically. “Ugh Fine. I suppose I can endure the company of my camera monkey for one night.”

You elbowed him lightly. “Camera monkey? Who do you think makes you look like a god in the media?”

He flashed his signature smirk. “I make me look like a god myself. You just happen to catch the angles. Dont be so full of yourself or your work”

—---

The room wasn’t bad, on the contrary, the double room was more glamorous than anything you had seen so far. Two neatly made beds with the softest cushions you ever felt, a minibar that Kaiser had already raided for sparkling water, and a huge window that overlooked the city skyline. The room had the vibe of a castle, with the dark blue wallpaper, the delicate gold accents and the slowly awakening glow of the sunset, which enveloped the room in a delicate golden light. You set your laptop on the desk, pulling out your camera and some editing work. You had left your luggage next to one of the beds.

Kaiser flopped onto one of the beds—definitely the one with the fluffier pillows—and threw an arm over his eyes.

“You're going to post that boomerang from the training session, right? I looked so amazing there” he asked, voice half-muffled.

“I was going to. Until you started doing finger hearts and ruined the serious tone I was going for.”

He peeked at you with one violet eye. “Oh Please. The fans loved it. Don’t pretend you didn’t smile while editing it.”

You had smiled. But you weren’t about to inflate his already dangerously large ego.

“Your fans would probably still love you if you posted nothing but your shoes.”

“Because my shoes are also iconic.”

You snorted. “Wow. Must be nice living with that much confidence.”

He stretched, looking over at you with a bit more sincerity. “It is. But it’s also nice knowing someone actually sees the work behind the image. That’s you, huh?”

You paused your typing. That was surprisingly... genuine. Otherwise he would always chase you around, equipped with the most impossible tasks, without even thanking you for it.

“Thanks,” you said, quieter than before.

A beat passed. Then: “You snore, don’t you?”

You blinked. “What?!”

“I need to prepare mentally. You look like a snorer.”

“I do not—!” you launched a pillow at him, starting to get angry. He caught it mid-air, effortlessly smug. You wouldn't survive this night…if it continued like this, you wouldn't be able to breathe in this room anymore, because his inflated ego needed all the air. "Kaiser, you're such an unabashed asshole, you know that?"

“Relax,” he said, throwing it back, softer. “Even if you do, I’ll survive. I’ve shared rooms with far worse.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Oh yeah? Like who?”

“Ego. His breathing is so dramatic it’s like sleeping next to a theatre kid doing Hamlet.”

You wanted to laugh but you tried to keep it in. You wouldnt make it easy for him.

“You know,” he added after a pause, lying back with his hands behind his head, “this isn’t the worst away game I’ve had.”

You raised a brow. “Because you’re in a room with your ‘camera monkey’?”

“Because I’m in a room with you.”

Your heart skipped. Why was he saying shit like this? Was he trying to get on your nerves again?

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, knowing exactly what he’d done. “Don’t let it go to your head, though. There’s only room for one ego this size.”

You didnt even look at him when you said. “Sleep with one eye open, Kaiser.”

[vicedmuses]

maybe it was true that brett prided himself on gaslighting people. mike was supposed to be his victim even thirty minutes ago. he had been chasing the man across the city for quite some time now. it was fun, thrilling, got things pulsing within him. then they entered the shack and everything changed. it was like something had sparked within the other man and it radiated out to him. the vampire had only seen that type of fuse be lit when he was dealing with witches. he didn't think too much of it though. what the stranger was didn't really matter. all he knew was that he was also turned on. he no longer wanted to kill the younger man. maybe he still wanted to drink from him, but not to the point where his body was going to go limp in his arms. only enough where he could get some semblance of nourishment and arousal all at the same time. from his experience, biting someone and keeping them alive could've been intimate. suddenly that's where his mind was going towards.

all the while they're flirting up a storm and getting to know each other, the werewolf thinks someone is close to dying. this has happened before. where his brother is hunting someone down and if he's close enough, he can almost feel the rush coming from him. often times he doesn't make it in time because the sadistic vampire is far too focused on feeding than anything else. he doesn't let the chase go on for too long. although this time around, it seemed like there was no real danger. if anything, he would've assumed his brother was just about to get his cock out. meanwhile, brett was having the time of his life. “i'm always the one that gets a reward. if i don't get off, no one around me is going to.” when he grinned this time, his fangs were exposed. both because he was aroused and because he wanted mike to see all parts of himself. “it's not something that can be so generalized. maybe i've just been watching you for a while. the others it's just something that i spot that makes me interested in them. with you? it's been everything.” by that point, he didn't think he needed to be shy about admitting the truth anymore. he shook his head when mike asked if he should lose interest. “love, i don't think that's something that can happen anymore.” his brows perked up when the man asked him that question. “maybe. let's just say this pretty boy is making my blood all rush to the same place.” another comment on how turned on he was.

the question did seem to make brett pause a bit. would he have helped mike? even if he didn't know him and they hadn't had this interaction yet? even though he hesitated, the answer seemed too clear to miss. “i'd help you, but not everyone is as hot as you are.” he winked at him, still laying that charm on as thick as possible. hearing the fact that mike wanted to be claimed by him, wanted to be his, was going all to his head. he wanted to do all of those things too. for some reason, he couldn't get the man off of his mind anymore. he didn't know how he was going to walk away from this. would it be so bad if they just hid out in the shack for the next couple of hours? “i'm going to breed you. i'm going to make you mine. no other man is going to be able to touch you after i'm done with you.” although all of that slowly slipped away from his hands when his brother walked in. cockblock. rhett continued to look in between the two of them, confusion only growing on his face. “so he was attacking you, but you also wanted to fuck him in a shack that isn't neither of yours?” the werewolf stepped closer. he noticed that mike's shirt was ripped. at the same time, the vampire looked a little insulted. “so he gets your name right away and i had to work for it?” rhett rolled his eyes to briefly look at his brother. “shut up. i don' think that you have any place to talk right now. i told you to stop hunting people down.” especially hot guys, but he wasn't going to say that out loud at that point. he did take his jacket off and threw it around mike's shoulders. his facial features looked soft, concerned, coming from a full place of empathy. “nice to meet you mike. i'm rhett. i know that my brother brett can be a little intoxicating sometimes, so please know that i'm not judging you for anything that happened today.” as his hands fell down to the other's arms, it could easily be sensed that he was warm. warmer than a regular human and much warmer than the vampire. “do you need someone to take you home? i kind of ran here so i don't have my car, but something tells me that you're not against to walking. i can also get us an uber. i'm a detective, so you're safe with me.” brett stepped forward and grabbed mike's other arm with his hand. almost like he was pulling him away from his brother, or at least trying. “or you can come with me.” the vampire smirked at him again. “you know i'm not going to hurt you. i don't bite, unless you ask me to. so you're sage with me.” what would the man choose now? two brothers. two creatures. all in direct contrast of each other.

Mike was acting like some love-struck teenager—giddy, flushed, and awkward in the worst possible way. It was ridiculous, considering he didn’t even know the guy’s name. He hadn’t exactly had time to ask, not when he was busy running for his life. And yet here they were: tangled up in each other, kissing like they meant it, grinding against one another in a heat that felt more like defiance than desire. If anyone saw them, they’d probably call it arguing without the hostility. Mike would’ve called it something closer to flirting. He caught himself smiling more than he should’ve, laughing at things that shouldn't be funny. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. Maybe he’d finally snapped. Maybe this was his spiral—sweet and messy and completely fucked. This guy wasn’t innocent. Mike knew it from the way he moved, like he’d been ready to kill him a few hours ago without even blinking. And yeah, maybe Mike would’ve done the same. In any other world, they’d be beating each other bloody, not making out in the ruins of whatever the hell just happened.

The smugness, the cocky grin—anyone else and it would’ve been a turn-off. But with Brett? Somehow it worked. Somehow, Mike found himself loving it. Maybe even craving it. “Oh?” Mike teased, eyes narrowing playfully. “Is that more of a reward for me or for yourself?” His voice dipped into something low, something bordering on seductive. “I’ll take it either way.” There was a sharpness to the way Brett carried himself—like he always had the upper hand. And maybe he did. But Mike wasn’t going to let him have the last word so easily. “You didn’t say it, but you treated me.” His voice caught, not quite accusing, not quite grateful either. “Oh really? You watch them from the shadows or something? How do you know they’re smart—just from the way they look?” He didn’t even care about the answer. Not really. All that mattered was this—the heat between them, the way their words crackled like live wires. “Uh huh. So I should lose interest, then? Since you’re not trying to impress anyone?” Mike asked with a slow, knowing smirk. Truth was, he was already impressed. But Brett didn’t need more ego boosts. He was already drowning in his own charm. “Oh?” Mike breathed, feeling that familiar spark flare hot in his chest. “Is it ‘cause you’ve got a pretty boy under you? And now you wanna bruise me instead?” There was no hiding it anymore—he wanted Brett. Wanted his attention, his affection, all of it. If he could’ve kept Brett’s eyes on him forever, he would’ve. Because somehow, against all logic and reason, Mike couldn’t get enough.

“So... if I was in danger,” Mike asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper, “or needed medical help—and you were off shift—would you help me? Or would you just die?” It wasn’t really a question. Not after everything. Not after Brett had tried to kill him. Why the hell would he help? But something told Mike the answer wasn’t that. Maybe it was the way Brett looked at him—like he wasn’t just prey anymore. Like something had shifted. Maybe something had dropped—chemically, emotionally, cosmically—because there was no sane explanation for the way he was ready to lose his virginity in an abandoned shack to a man who’d wanted to kill him. And maybe still would again. None of it made sense. Their thoughts were hazy, instincts twisted. Every touch felt electric. Too much and not enough. And there was no one around to hear Mike’s moans echo off the rotting wood, raw and desperate as Brett’s hands moved over him like he knew him—like this wasn’t new. Like they’d done this a thousand times in some other life. “Please,” Mike gasped, words tumbling out unfiltered, soaked in need. “I want to be yours. Take me—claim me.” It was more than lust. It was some toxic mix of obsession and hunger and whatever the hell this was. Mike’s mind was spinning, so lost in Brett, he didn’t even hear the door creak open until a voice shattered the air. His heart jumped into his throat. A soft yelp escaped him, and he tried to move, but Brett had him pinned—strong and unyielding, like his body already knew Mike’s better than Mike did. His face burned crimson, and he turned away, unable to look at the newcomer. But Brett had already shifted off him, calm as ever, like this wasn’t the most humiliating moment of Mike’s life. Although he managed to catch Brett calling the other a brother. Brother? Mike scrambled to cover himself, hands shaking as he tried to form words that didn’t sound completely insane. “No—I mean—he was… no, not like that, it was consensual, okay? I mean, he was trying to kill me earlier, but we’re good now?” He winced. “Not that I—like—offered myself or anything. I’m not just—God, I don’t even know what happened...” He finally forced himself to look up. And froze. The guy standing in the doorway wasn’t just hot—he was unreal. Sharp jawline, piercing eyes, the same magnetic energy Brett had but… different. And worse? That same unshakable pull twisted in Mike’s gut. Like gravity, but personal. Intimate. Immediate. “Umm… hi,” he said, dazed, heart still racing. “I’m Mike.”

[imnotcasper]

Royal expectations weigh heavily on dutiful Prince Casper. During an ill-advised night at the tavern, meant to let off some steam and ease the pressure, he gets into a brawl with Holger, a sharp-tongued lad from town wielding insults (and his sword) with the precision of a trained knight. Holger beats him fair and square, and the Prince, furious, has him thrown into the dungeons. Holger pesters the guards relentlessly, forcing them to release him out of sheer irritation. In a bid to teach him discipline – and secretly impressed by his wit and skill – Prince Casper pardons Holger and makes him a knight at his court. The two of them begin adventuring together, and chaos quickly follows.

for the @advantage-tennisblr promp fest

ruru, medieval au (knight & prince/princess) OR viking au

[coralie--olsen]

"I'm not one to just back down that easily," she said, her words meaningful, but still lighthearted. Coralie had always been one to keep her word, and would never allow herself to give up on even the simplest of things; she held herself to a high standard. "I won't let you forget—me or my ability to win." In the moment of silence, she wasn't sure if her inner feelings had shown on her face; either way, she appreciated not knowing. There was a little bit of guilt laced with the fleeting worry, and a small bit of sadness that it was something she even needed to worry about. Allowing the moment to pass between them, she squinted in thought. "Five stars make sense, and ten stars would be far too many to make you work for. A ceremony would be super duper official, though. Hold onto that thought." She tapped her bottom lip, and then motioned towards him. "How about an authentic piece, made specially for you, from me? Something more thoughtful. I... Wouldn't be mad about the handshake either." Coralie nodded. "What's the fun in handouts? Working for it means a lot more." His grip was firm and safe, one that made her feel like she could trust him not to let her go. There was a little bit of anxiety in her chest as he hoisted the both of them up, a small whimper escaping her lips as the ladder creaked. Heights never scared her; unsteady ladders did. Though, as he kept them both steady, she put her faith in him. She held his hand with a grip that begged him not to let her fall. At the top, she let out a long breath full of relief. Finally. She looked around them, her eyes wide with a childlike wonder. The pure thrill sent a laugh of amazement into the air. She could see everything. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and a slight fear, a combination that she couldn't help but to enjoy. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced anywhere else. She could get used to this feeling. Coralie seated herself beside him, leaving a few inches between them and setting her smoothie beside her. As she pulled her knees to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs, she looked to Callum. "Oh, that's what you' landed on? 'Miss Possibly Gonna Let Me Stay'?" she echoed with a smile. Following his gaze to the sky, she sighed. "I never would have even been able to slightly predict what today would lead to, but I have to say, it's one of the best days I've had in a long time." Looking back to him, the glimmer of the moon sparkled in her chocolate eyes. Her hair blew in the wind, brushing against her shoulders and back. "I have to tell you... Thank you," she said with deep sincerity, not moving her eyes from him. "It's not every day you come across someone so... Warm. Nobody else could have convinced me to do this." Coralie shook her head, looking back to the sky.

Callum’s grin tugged wider at her reaction to the combat boots. “Oh, you’d absolutely kill it,” he said, giving her a quick once-over, as if trying to picture it. “Gives ‘chaos queen’ a whole new look. You in boots, leading the charge? Yeah, I’d follow that.” There was no doubt in his voice—only admiration, a little bit teasing, but mostly genuine. As she promised she wouldn’t be the one to tap out, he raised his hands in surrender, playful but impressed. “Alright, alright. Noted. Remind me not to challenge you to anything I’m not ready to lose.” But the truth was, he liked that fire in her. The confidence that wasn't loud or arrogant, but woven into her bones in a quiet, powerful way. He caught the flicker of doubt behind her eyes for a second—barely there, but real. He didn’t say anything about it. He just gave her the space to sit with it. That’s what trust was, wasn’t it? Giving someone room to decide for themselves. When she moved past it, his chest lifted with a kind of silent respect. She chose this. Him. Whatever this was. Callum raised an eyebrow at the mention of her star system. “Okay, so how many stars are there, exactly? Is there, like, a ceremony when I hit five? Or do I get a secret handshake and a cool jacket?” he asked with a laugh, but his voice softened at the end. “Humble, though. Got it. Guess I’ll just have to keep earning it.” When she took his hand, there was a moment—brief, unspoken—where the night tilted. Her fingers slipped into his, warm and sure, and he held on like she might disappear if he didn’t. The ladder groaned slightly under their weight, but it held. Step by step, he guided her up, one hand still in hers, the other steadying them both as they climbed the rust-worn rungs. At the top, he hoisted himself over the edge, then reached down to help her over. And then they were there. The rooftop stretched wide and open beneath the darkening sky. It was nothing glamorous—just concrete and tar paper, with a few scattered air vents and an old lawn chair someone had probably dragged up years ago—but the view? The view made it something more. From here, you could see the whole town: the curve of the beach, now quiet and dark; the boardwalk lights flickering like a string of fireflies; the sea stretching into blackness, shimmering under the kiss of moonlight. Somewhere nearby, music drifted faintly from an open window, and the warm breeze tugged at their clothes, full of salt and summer. Callum dropped down to sit near the edge, patting the spot beside him. “Alright, Miss Possibly Gonna Let Me Stay,” he said, smiling sideways at her. “We’ve made it. Felony-free chaos, phase one: complete.” He took a long sip of his smoothie, then leaned back on his hands, staring up at the stars just starting to pepper the sky. “Not bad for a spontaneous team-up, huh?”

[jash-updates]

Most normal energy drink consumer

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER EPISODE OOOOF - YOU GUESSED IT - HT OVERTHINKS!

So, I've been thinking SO MUCH about this expression.

Now, I'm shit at reading expressions, but to me this reads as confusion. Of "that's not how it happened...was it?" and if it's not, completely disregard the rest of this.

I'm pretty sure Macaque tends to stir on things. From the fact he tended to quiet about his concerns when others didn't take them seriously to his anger in his debut, and the fact that he has twice now recalled lines nearly to the word ("Good to see ya, bud." and "You always were the most cowardly of the bunch."), I feel like there's a good chance he has stirred on these lines. Stayed up at night with them running around his head type thing.

And that kinda stuff tends to warp memories and perceptions, and we've already established that Macaque's an unreliable narrator (whether he means to be or not) because his perception of events is warped by emotions.

I was just using this as a headcanon, but then I noticed it's not the first time we'd be shown memories of events changing from one person to another (even subtly). And here's where I'm probably overthinking (if I wasn't already).

After the Samadhi Fire ritual, in Demon Bull King's retelling, he drops the ring when he runs for Red Son.

But in (what I assume to be Wukong's) memory of events, he holds onto it.

If this was a deviation between memories and not just an inaccuracy, I don't think I'm reaching too terribly far to say that Macaque's memory of the argument could've been warped over time.

Buuuut I'm probably just overthinking stuff. Fun to do though!

[rowenabean]

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[actuallylorelaigilmore]

realized this morning while crying in bed that i've needed a break from my life for a long time now and i'm the only member of my family who can't have a proper one so that was a pretty existentially depressing moment

[sysig]

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