#this was gonna have a different caption but I got riled

[pillarsalt]

[kaebedom-me]

THE FVDJSNSBDJ LSSJ BIKER AU!!! AAAAAHSHDHAJSJJD!!!!! 💕💖💖💞💗💕💖💕💕 MWAHHH MWAHH PERFECTioOON!! ogei ogei ogeii i got a request!! how bout,, chaeya sending nudes to each other 🥺👉👈 like,, could be biker au! could be uni au?! whatever you want just go ham mwahh💕💖💗💞💗💕 -⭐

Allowing me to go ham i 💜💛💖💙💕🖤🤍💖💕 but also i can't decide which is better?? For this prompt nskfkfb

I'm so glad to do this ask rn 🥺🥺 thank you past star nonnie for the serotonin

Chaeya would be Addicted™ to sending nudes to each other lmAo

They're both such a huge tease + like getting teased

We're unclear who initiated the first nude but boy oh boy it's never gonna stop now

They're Kings of Sending Nudes at Inappropriate Times

Them knowing each others schedule so well and just "oh i guess i should just pop one over right now, that'll be funny"

In Uni!AU it's just them sending each other progressively more lewd pictures and texts during lectures to see who seeks out the other for a quick fuck

In Biker!AU sometimes they're away from each other for awhile, and the other person's prolly with their gang so it's hard to do anything, the person at home will do their absolute the fuck best to break the other one

Let's just say, even if there's very little privacy, they're still able to get each other off

Kaeya's nudes are 💦👌🏻👌🏻💦😩 ok The Best of the Best. You take one look as it and you know it should belong in museums

He sets up his nudes like a fucking photoshoot, ok. He's just extra like that

Has a whole like series per photoshoot session too, from fully clothed to half naked to just in his underwear then finally his birthday suit

Will add in a little lingerie too if he's feeling a little spicy

Kaeya's a little bit vain right HAHAHA he doesn't just take a nude then and there and hits send no

He takes photos of himself every time he thinks he looks sexy. So it could be him dressing up or taking off his clothes, tries on new lingerie or toys, when he's in the mood

He just snaps a pic and continues with whatever so he ends up with having an entire album worth of nudes for Childe

Childe's nudes are pretty normal. HAHAHAH Doesn't quite have Kaeya's pizzazz but Kaeya appreciates them all the same

The type or just snap a quick pic before and after

But does enjoy teasing Kaeya when he's out working out or doing something sexy

In Uni!AU, before and after his fights. And in Biker!AU, when he's dressed up to go for a ride

They both don't really send like dick pics that often? Rather just shirtless pics or videos of them touching themselves accompanied with their moans because they know its what drives each other wild

Childe when he receives nudes from Kaeya it almost always ends in phone sex because Childe's impatient and seeing Kaeya posing lewdly just 😩😩 he needs to be in Kaeya so bad

Like he knows they're not pictures of him at this very moment but the fact that Kaeya took the time out of his day to send a nude to him means he's want something

Kaeya though, he's very good at ignoring even the most scandalous videos from Childe. Leaves him on read for hours then sends him a pictures of himself sucking on a lollipop

If he's feeling spicy, he sexts Childe the raunchiest things in the middle of having dinner with his friends or something

Sometimes they both just??? Delay their gratification. So they call each other to rile each other up more, then one of then just ok bye gtg love you babe and??? Y'all did this for what?? (They'll tell you the orgasm when they do get to fuck is Top Tier)

Sometimes, if they really wanna bother each other when they're home alone and masturbating, they just send each other voice recordings of their moans and an inconspicuous emoji

They're always sexting too smh

Childe is also bold enough to set one of Kaeya's most artfully taken nudes as his homescreen wallpaper

Kaeya doesn't mind so he takes nicer ones whenever he feels like seeing a different picture of himself when he's going through Childe's phone

Nobody asked. But Childe's lockscreen is a selfie of the two of them whete Kaeya is giving him a kiss on the cheek. He refuses to change to anything less sweet

Of course, when he's visiting home he changes it HAHAHA he doesn't want to corrupt his younger siblings jsjfbg

🌝 Kaeya's favourite pass time is to send all of that spicy content to Childe when he's visiting home because he knows how torn Childe's going to be

Attaches like 1 nude and 1 voice recording of him getting off with the caption "miss you 🥺" and then follow up texts "how's Teceur and Tonia"

Childe hates but loves it so much, sure his siblings are with him almost all the time and can't have a moment to himself long enough to relieve himself but when he gets back home to Kaeya....

The sex marathon that follows; Kaeya's so wrecked he can't even moan properly, shooting blanks, lying limp and letting Childe manhandle him, and him going in and out of consciousness because he's so fucking tired is worth 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Also Kaeya having enough of Childe's mediocre nudes one day

He teaches Childe how to pose, what parts of his body he'd like to see in nudes, the angle, lightings and stuff so he can get artistic nudes too

Childe indulges obv, his boyfriends deserves nothing less

But also Kaeya texting back like "not sexy enough try again" HAHAHAH

Childe texting back "fuck you" cuz he really tried for his bf ok

Kaeya's like "not w your pathetic excuse of a nude you can't"

If you're wondering if this is a type of foreplay between them the answer is yes

I feel like i forgot to metion before, but they totes have a hidden, password protected photo of each other in their phones

That's the nude album tho like the pictures and videos that they take of each other while they were having sex is in a different folderb

But that's another thing for another time 😩💦

[eeveedel]

Before I go to bed -- a GOD TIER drabble @nevergoingbacknowshine  sent me today inspired by the chubby actor au  🥰🥰

Surprise :) for Del & the chubby friday fans :)

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Indulging in the Actor Louis AU - PT. 1

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Louis had a few fun things lined up for the next two days whilst Harry attended meetings with the rest of his fashion team in LA, it was rare he ever got to spend time alone unless it was being on set and away from home. Harry and Louis were always harryandlouis, and the entire world knew that.

What they didn’t know, was everything Louis did to rile Harry up whilst he was home alone. Or, just what the pair did in general.

“Hollywood’s fittest couple” hung in the balance as Louis had to lose weight for another role that required him to be slim and fit and run miles on end without breaking a sweat, and it was tiring Louis out. Granted, he decided he would never again reach his old physique of pure muscle, even for a role, because it didn’t make him happy anymore. The morning workouts, the constant bland food, tracking every calorie and macro was boring Louis to death - especially after having to gain 30 pounds for the previous role he just played.

So here he was, a weekend away from set, laying on the couch and stuffing his face with whatever he damn well pleased. In 20 minutes he decided he would get in the bath and indulge in some champagne with the silence of the house as his company before him and Harry had their facetime call later that night. Harry knew Louis was off this weekend and was sad he couldn’t reschedule his meetings to spend time with him, but they never missed a single day without wishing each other a good night over video call, no matter what time zone they happened to be in.

Louis had ordered just about everything his heart had been craving over the last two weeks he’d spent on set, hopelessly eating kale salads, green smoothies (that Harry would probably enjoy), and no meat in sight besides plain grilled chicken.

On the table in front of him now sat three large fries and a twenty piece chicken nugget from mcdonalds, two burgers from five guys, and a milkshake from shake shack - all of which arrived only about 5 minutes ago to the door of their California home, and Louis would be damned if he didn’t take this opportunity to make Harry wish he could teleport to their front door too.

Snapping a photograph of the impressive spread, Louis sent it away to the iphone of his husband all the way in some stuffy LA meeting space, while he began enjoying his meal like it was the last good one he would have for a while.

Not 10 minutes later when Louis was putting a burger wrapper and the first empty french fry container in the bag to be tossed when he was finished, his phone started buzzing like mad on the table before him.

H: “Are you kidding me Louis, I don’t even get to be there :(“

H: “The ONE WEEKEND I don’t get to spend with you and I can’t be there encouraging you?”

H: “Take it easy though, you have to be back on set in a few days, wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with the director for having a puffy face from the salt”

H: “this is an important meeting and here you are, ruining my thought process.”

H: “i’m kidding, i love you”

H: “but still.”

Louis couldn’t help but chuckle, he was going to leave Harry on read until he finished all of this food, just because he knows Harry will be losing his mind knowing that Louis was too preoccupied to answer right away.

And, when the phone started vibrating again, Louis knew he was right.

H: “too busy stuffing your face to answer me I see :(“

H: “you know, it’s not very nice of you to torture me when I’m 4 hours away.”

H: “loooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuubear”

Instead of answering, Louis sent him a picture of the now two empty french fry containers and both burger wrappers in the trash bag, hoping Harry would catch the hint.

H: “god damn it Louis William Tomlinson.”

With that, Louis kept eating, until everything was finished and he was struggling to suck down the rest of his vanilla milkshake.

When it was finished Louis’ belly ached from the amount of food it wasn’t as accustomed to anymore, and as he sat practically sedated on the couch, he got an idea.

He gave himself a few more minutes before picking up his feet and walking to the master bedroom, hand on his belly the entire way there, where he decided to take out one of his lace bodysuits.

Stripping out of his boxers and t-shirt, he slipped the soft lace on gently trying not to jostle his belly in the process, loving the way the lace scraped at his stretch marked skin while he pulled it on.

He glanced in the mirror and he lifted his arms to tie the top around his neck, noticing how his stomach was round and bloated from all the food packed into it.

Carefully, Louis laid on the bed after propping his phone up at the right angle, setting the timer, and beginning to pose for each shutter of the camera. This was going to drive Harry absolutely mad.

5 minutes later, after choosing and sending an appropriate photo captioned “babe my belly hurts :(“, Louis’ phone was again buzzing wildly.

H: “LOUIS I SWEAR TO GOD.”

H: “I’M IN A MEETING.”

H: “you know what”

H: “I hope it does, you did this to yourself whilst I wasn’t able to be there.”

Louis didn’t like the tone of that last text, so he sent another picture of just his hand resting on his belly for good measure, giggling like a madman after this time captioning it “do you think this body suit looks a little loose?”

H: “I think when I get home that body suit is going to be ruined.” Was the only reply Louis got before Harry put his phone on silent and buried it in his bag, hoping to feign innocence when he could feel his half hard on pressing against the zipper of his trousers.

Louis was a giggling mess as he rolled onto his back, continuing to rub his poor belly.

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It wasn’t an hour later when Louis was peacefully laying in the bathtub, still petting at his rounded tummy and sipping on some red wine that the doorbell rang a few times.

After about the fifth ring, Louis pulled himself out of the bath mumbling about who the hell could be visiting them today of all days, tying his bathrobe around his dripping body as he made his way down the staircase to the front door.

When he opened the door, he knew exactly who was to blame.

“Door dash, order for Louis Tomlinson.” The teenager looked less than enthused as he handed a large pizza and a small box of cupcakes over to Louis.

“Um…thank you” Louis said, taking the boxes before the teenager turned around to get back into his car.

L: “I can’t believe you”

L: “if you think I won’t finish all of this…”

Louis began walking back up to their master bath, setting the food down on the bed.

H: “facetime call in 30 minutes when I get to my hotel room.”

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By the time 15 minutes flew past, Louis had already decided not to wait for Harry.

He knew what Harry would be expecting him to eat, so….he just decided to have something different so Harry wouldn’t know he had eaten more before their call.

Logic, right?

Wrong. Because after Louis had finished his fifth king size chocolate bar in the bath tub, his belly was not too happy with him and his choices.

He lifted himself out of the tub gently, his belly making angry noises at the movements. Louis stifled a burp into his palm begging for room to be made inside his tummy or Harry would know something was up.

No such luck when only a small air bubble was shifted, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

He was going to have to play pretend.

Trudging to the bed to lay down for a few minutes, Louis hoped the food would shift around even a little bit to make room for what he was sure Harry would expect him to eat on the call. He reached his hand down to grip the swell of his bloated belly, angry with his decision to play this game.

When his Skype began ringing a few minutes later he had picked out a soft set of lace to lay down in front of the camera for his husband. He laid on his side, his head propped up on one hand that was propped by his elbow on the soft comforter, and pressed the answer button.

“Hey sweetie, I missed you so-“ Harry stopped when he realized what he was looking at and Louis smirked in pleasure as he ran his hand over his belly.

“You…I haven’t been gone more than 24 and you look like you’ve put on weight Louis.” Harry blurted out not thinking.

“Well, they do say the camera adds 10 pounds so…” Louis said, picking up a cupcake to lick the icing off from the meal Harry had ordered for him. His belly gurgled softly in protest, knowing it would soon be packed beyond repair.

“I…I….Mhm.” Harry stuttered out as he watched Louis lick the white frosting off the cupcake, acting like he’d never experienced something like this before.

“Stunned to silence huh? Over a little lace? Surely you’re not a virgin we know this.” Louis laughed gently, his belly pushing forward a little more as he took a deep breath in preparation.

“Sorry sorry sorry, just…fuck I wish I was with you Lou you look…really fucking good. So fucking fit.” Harry blushed a deeper shade of red as he went to rest his head in his hands to watch.

“Fit? Hmmm….yeah if you say so. Wouldn’t use that term but..” Louis slapped his belly, helping to move the air enough for him to finally burp effectively, he was gonna need more room for this food if he was going to trick Harry - and he wanted nothing more than to see Harry’s face when he finished this.

“Not like I’ll be running a few miles anytime soon yeah?” Louis said with a smirk as he took a bite out of the frosting-Less cupcake.

“We may live in America currently but you know what I mean when I say fit Louis” Harry deadpanned at his husband’s joke, even if the joke did make his dick twitch in interest. He wasn’t going to make Louis run or anything, maybe…maybe he’d have him top, just to tease him. Louis loved a good teasing.

“Yeah yeah, I know, tell me about your day sweetheart while I finish this for you.” Louis smiled as he picked up another cupcake, Harry detailing his slew of fashion meetings for the upcoming spring season - all the types of fabrics and colors that were projected to be on trend that Harry wanted to be ahead of.

“And of course they chose this shade of violet that was just…ridiculous Louis you should’ve seen it I -“ Harry stopped off as Louis interrupted him stifling another burp into his palm.

“You’re really struggling through this one babe?” Harry asked with interest laced in his tone. Louis had only had the two cupcakes and three slices of pizza, he wasn’t anywhere near finished and usually he would be plowing through a meal this simple.

He so wished he could be there to force the food into a tied up Louis’ mouth.

“Mmmm I, yeah, I guess I am.” Louis set the cupcake he was working on down and rolled onto his back, rubbing his distended belly that was on full display for Harry and the camera, groaning as the food shifted around in his tummy.

“Harrrrryyyyyy, my belly hurts” Louis whined as his right hand joined his left on top of his belly, slowly moving lower to knead the pudge below his belly button.

“Louis…god, what did….what did you even eat today? Did you eat again before this call?” Harry’s interest was peaking, his dick hard as he questioned why Louis’ stomach was so round and firm, the pressure of all the food packed so tightly in his belly making the older boy groan.

“N-no I wouldn’t, you wanted me to wait for you.” Louis cheeks were giving his lies away as they became a cute shade of pink.

“Louis, tell me the truth. There is no way you’re this full from this meal - I’ve seen you eat far more in less time with an embarrassing amount of ease.” Harry huffed, Louis had to be lying.

“Embarrassing? I take pride in that, you know. I worked hard to be able to eat so much in such a little time.” Louis glared at the computer screen as his left house pinched at his lower belly for emphasis.

“I take pride in it too, after all, you are bursting with my love. Now be honest and tell me what you ate.” Harry said, voice firm. He was not playing games if he couldn’t be there to absolutely wreck his boy.

“Mmmmm, Harry” Louis frowned as his belly made a very loud unhappy noise, moving his hand to pat his upper belly as if apologizing to it.

Harry stayed silent as he waited for his answer.

“Fine, yes, I ate candy. A lot of candy.” Louis huffed as he rolled back onto his side gently, cradling his belly as a pregnant woman would.

“Hmm, why did you lie?” Harry mused, entertained by Louis having to eat before their Skype call.

“Because I wanted to be able to do this, eat all this food, and then tell you I got hungry before hand and ate even more.” Louis poutted, looking directly into the camera.

“Well, looks like this is going to be a very long Skype call. Because you’re going to eat, all of this.” Harry’s tone was not to be played with.

“Can I…can I wait for just a few more minutes? My belly is so tight Harry, please.” Louis stifled yet another burp into his palm, finally the food beginning to digest.

“A few minutes honey, then you’re going to finish the pizza. The cupcakes can wait.” Harry took pity on his husband, knowing Louis was much better as finishing stuffings when he was physically there to help.

“Okay okay, yeah, a couple minutes.” Louis rolled back onto his back, patting his tummy. “Maybe….maybe it’s not the camera that adds 10 pounds” Louis chuckled at his previous joke.

“I knew you looked bigger than you did, you bastard. Your belly does look really tight baby boy, wish I could be there to help” Harry frowned. He missed Louis’ soft skin, running his fingers up and down his curves, patting his belly from behind. Even if it had only been a day since he had left.

“Yeah, don’t know what I weigh right now” Louis jiggled his belly, what he could with it being so full. “That’s your job” He looked into the camera at Harry with a smile.

“What I do know is that I haven’t stopped eating since you left, genuinely. We’re definitely going to have to go shopping when you come home, I might clean the house out.” Louis giggled a little bit at that.

“Hmmmm, my baby boy has been hungry lately hasn’t he? We can certainly buy whatever you’d like when I come back.” Harry smiled brightly, always happy for Louis’ appetite to be growing with him.

[katehuntington]

Title: Ride With Me (part seventeen) Fandom: Supernatural Timeline: 2008 Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: ±4700 words Summary series: Y/N is a talented horse rider who is on her way to become a professional. In order to convince her father that she deserves the loan needed to start her own farm, she goes to Arizona for six months, to intern at a ranch owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. Her future is set out, but then she meets a handsome horseman, who goes by the name of Dean Winchester. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family.  Summary part seventeen: Unable to sleep, Y/N goes over last night’s events, until she gets an unexpected visitor. Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fluff, angst, eventually smut. Swearing, smoking, alcohol intoxication, alcohol abuse. Mutual pining, heartbreak. Crying, nightmares, childhood trauma. Description of animal abuse, domestic violence, mentions of addiction. Financial problems, stress, mental breakdown. Description of blood and injury, hospital scenes, character death, grief. Music: ‘After My Heart + Can’t Help Falling In Love’ - John Michael Howell. Follow ‘Kate Huntington’s Ride With Me playlist’ on Spotify! Please listen to this song during the scene, it’s so worth it! Author’s note: I’m excited for this one, y’all! Thank you @kittenofdoomage, @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish and @winchest09 for helping me. You girls are awesome betas and friends.

Ride With Me Masterlist

     The bunkhouse is silent after a festive night. All the lights out, except for the one on Y/N’s bedside table. Sleep might have come limited the past week, but she isn’t ready to close her eyes just yet. The adventurous trail, combined with the unexpected news about her qualification has her riled up with excitement. 

     Not sure what to do with this new found energy, she has taken out one of her notebooks, which is filled with scrabbles. She won State Championships with a relatively simple floorplan, not wanting to overshoot, but if she wants to leave an impression with the judges at Congress, she needs to step up her game. Combinations between exercises will push up her degree of difficulty, so she decided to change a few lines. Working on her freestyle tonight wasn’t entirely according to plan, but who knows, maybe the tequila and beer will add some creativity.

     She has changed into a comfortable tank top and a pair of shorts, the soft fabric a contrast to the sandy denim she’s been clad in the past days. The temperature is comfortably warm, early October in Arizona much more like summer compared to the autumn days she’s used to in Maine.

     Strangely, she hasn’t been homesick for Freeport at all. She misses her mom and dad, her brothers, but after her time living on campus, she’s used to being away from family. Her father travels a lot for work, and Jaime, her older brother by three years, moved to the other side of the country straight out of the Police Academy, fighting crime in Los Angeles these days. Middle kid Jackson bought a house in Boston and is busy with his real estate firm, while her oldest brother, Jeff and his wife are expecting their first child. Y/N wouldn’t say they have grown apart, but now that she and her siblings don’t share a house anymore, things have changed. They’ve spread their wings, built a life for themselves.

     She checks her phone when a message from Jaime pops up, sending her a selfie in which he shows off his muscles, holding up a fist. ‘Show them what you’re made of! You’re gonna ace that ride!’ he added in the caption. She closes the text, scrolling down the list of messages from family and friends, until she finds one from Jeffrey, which is a little more lengthy. ‘Mom said I had to wait until Dad reached you, so I hope you got the news by now, otherwise I’m in trouble. Congratulations, Sis. You worked so hard for this. I’m really proud of you, and I know Grandpa will be cheering you on from above. You’re already a champion.’ She smiles at the sweet words; she should really give him a call next week.

     Redirecting her attention to the notebook in her lap, she picks up her pen, sketches a new line, crosses it and bites on the pen cap, pondering. Marcel, her trainer at the Freeport Equestrian Center, helped her with the first version. She could get in touch with him tomorrow, she’s sure he will be willing to shed a light on what she has so far. Distance will be an issue, though, and with time being of the essence since it’s only fifteen days before they head towards Columbus, Ohio, where Congress is held, she has to take a different approach.

     What if she asks Dean to help her with the freestyle, or even to come with her to the show? He has helped her a couple of times during training and she appreciates his approach. His suggestions and tips paid off; his methods really seemed to work for both her and Meadow. The head wrangler knows Y/N and her horse well enough to offer advice in bringing out their best qualities, she just hopes he’s up for it. After some drinks, Dean didn’t stick around long. When she asked Jo where he went, she said Dean offered to do the final feeding round. Y/N thought about following him, but didn’t want to draw attention from the rest of the crew; them both gone would’ve raised suspicion and she doesn’t want to put him in the spot of having to explain himself.

     When Y/N noticed his absence, her stomach made an unpleasant flip. The uneasy sensation remained the rest of the evening, not evident, but brewing nonetheless, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol. She wonders if something has changed, maybe. That coming home to the ranch caused Dean to reconsider. Why else would he distance himself?

     Doubtful, she takes a breath, her mind going places she’d rather not be. Still missing a steady foundation for them to start building a relationship on, doubt surfaces again. Deep down she’s scared that the cowboy might back out, which would cause heartbreak she’s not sure she can handle. She cares too much already, she’s too far gone. Y/N is passing the station of just being in love with Dean; it’s growing into something even more.

     Before her thoughts can spiral further, there’s a soft knock on the door. The kind that is soft enough to not wake her had she been sleeping, but loud enough for her to hear if she wasn’t. She slides out of bed, rises to her bare feet, careful not to bump her head against the top bunk like she has so many times already, and crosses her room. When she opens the door, she finds the man who has been on her mind on the other side, locking his green eyes on her. She’s pleasantly surprised to see him with it being past 11 PM already; she expected him to be in bed long ago after the exhausting past few days.      “Hey, what are you doing u--”

     He doesn’t let her finish and bridges the few feet between them, cupping her face with both hands and pulling her into a kiss. After the initial shock, which only lasts a fraction of a second, he can feel her lashes brush against his skin as she closes her eyes and melts into him, allowing him to deepen the connection. Her response takes away the restlessness that weighed on his chest like a chunk of concrete, ever since the thought of her leaving arose.

     They step into her room far enough for Dean to kick the door shut, preventing possible eavesdroppers from tuning in, his mouth never leaving hers. Instinctively, her arms snake around his torso, tracing the lines of his strong back through the fabric of his shirt. There’s a desperation in his touch that’s new to her, the way he longs for this connection is different. Eventually, he breaks the kiss and she studies him when he rests his forehead against hers. His eyes stay closed for a little longer, holding on to the moment while his hands slip from her face. 

     He didn’t want to steal a few seconds while surrounded by the crew, he didn’t want to get in line to give her a quick hug or a peck on the cheek. No, he needed to be with her, just the two of them without restrictions.

     “What was that for?” she wonders.      “Just wanted to congratulate you.” He smiles, trying to mask his concern, and sweetly presses his lips on hers again. “Personally.” And again. “Privately.” And again.      She giggles, triggering him to chuckle as well. He moves his head back to take her in.      “Congratulations, Yankee,” he says, genuine. “You earned it.”      “Thank you,” she smiles, still slightly confused. “Where’d you go earlier?”      “Someone had to feed those poor starving animals,” he jokes. “And since Bobby already had a few whiskies, and Garth is an absolute light weight, I took one for the team.”

     He was quick to take the final feeding round, not just because he was the last man standing. Doing one last check, giving the horses their hay for the night, making sure the stables are shut properly, locking up the tackroom and the cafeteria and eventually the large barn doors after switching off the lights; it offers him peace of mind. It’s a daily routine, a recurring series of actions, done so 365 days a year. Ensuring everything is exactly the way it’s supposed to be in the place where he lives and works, grounds him when he’s feeling restless. It gives him a moment alone, the horses his only company, allowing him to think things over and collect himself again. Tonight was no different, because even though he was relieved Y/N’s father wasn’t the bearer of bad news, Dean felt disturbed with his initial response. For a good few minutes, he thought he was going to lose her, and the anxiety it surfaced was much more intense than he anticipated.

     Y/N keeps watching him as the cowboy is lost in thought. He’s trying to be funny and cute, but that’s not all there is to it; his eyes tell a different story. He kissed her a little too fierce, pulled her in a little too tight. Something is bothering him, and although she doesn’t want to force him to talk, she needs to know what it is before she loses her mind herself.      “What’s wrong, Dean?” she asks, softly, moving her hands up his chest.      “It’s nothin’,” he assures, shaking his head.

     But when the concern remains evident in her expression, he sighs. He doesn’t want her to worry, or think it’s something she’s done. If anything, she’s been absolutely perfect. God, she’s so patient. Even though she needs him, she offers him space. Expressing how he feels might be terrifying, it’s about time he’s fair with the woman who’s willing to wait.      “It’s just that, uh - when your dad called, he… he sounded pretty serious,” Dean admits, looking down. “I thought something might have happened with your folks or somethin’, and that you...”      He pauses, struggling, but Y/N knows enough.      “You thought Dad was going to tell me to come back,” she realizes.

     Suddenly his behavior makes so much more sense. His complete change of demeanor when he approached her table in the saloon after receiving the call, him seeming as nervous as she was when she picked up the phone. The sigh of relief when she told him and Jo the great news, his disappearance from the celebration at the saloon. Dean thought he was going to lose her, and apparently it scared him. Y/N is as stunned by the realization, as she is by the confirming nod he gives her.

     “Well - I mean - it could’ve been, right?” he says, shrugging his shoulders almost apologetically, like he’s not allowed to be worried about a presumption as such.      “I’m twenty-four, Dean. I’m not going anywhere unless I want to,” she reminds him, hoping to offer him some consolation.      “Glad to hear it,” he responds, his hands moving to her waist as he restores eye contact. “‘cause I’d hate to see you go.”

     Heartfelt, the beautiful girl in his arms smiles. She seems to understand the weight of his words, because she crosses her wrists behind his head and urges him to come closer. Dean’s heart swells in his chest when she brushes her lips against his, tentatively at first. His mind calms, the nerves subsiding. Not only is she staying, she also understands what’s going on in his head, and in a strange and unexpected way, it’s kind of liberating. Not having to pretend and put on a mask, not having to convince anyone that everything is fine. He’s gotten so used to telling people he’s okay, the words to express himself prove to be hard to grasp. Who knows, maybe one day he’ll get the hang of it.

     Dean’s mind goes blank when she deepens the kiss, swiping her tongue against his bottom lip. Her arms close around his neck a little tighter, holding him so close he can feel the warmth coming from her skin. She smells amazing, the scent of her shampoo still lingering in her hair, a sweet smell of a flower he can’t name. He presses his fingertips into her flesh, carefully shifting them under the hem of her tank top, even though he knows very well that he shouldn’t. It isn’t going to take long before he will not be able to stop himself.

     She feels him trace her sides, rolling up the fabric of her top as he does so. Normally she would be self-conscious about it, but when she parts from him when running out of air, all she sees in his eyes is adoration and want. Both seem to be waiting for each other, unsure if they should take this further. Afterall, considering what they agreed on, this would be a poor execution of taking things slow.

     Without breaking away from her gaze, his left hand travels down, following the curves of her hips. He adds pressure, gently pulling her against him. What she feels through the denim of his jeans has her eyes grow wide. A delightful tension starts to tangle up in her stomach, sinking deeper. Somewhat surprised that she apparently has this effect on him, she takes in a shuddering breath, gazing deep into his eyes. God, she wants to go there, but is he willing to as well?      “Are you sure?” she checks with him.      Dean doesn’t have to think twice and nods. To hell with it, he’s not going to waste another second.      “I want you,” he breathes, his voice husky.

     It’s all she’s ever wanted to hear him say. It might not be the confirmation of their relationship she’s been hoping to get eventually; it’s better. He wants her. He wants her.

     Free from restraints, she crashes her lips to his and Dean doesn’t hesitate to return the kiss with the same need. All the question marks, the doubt, the thoughts along the line of ‘what if it goes wrong?’ and ‘maybe we shouldn’t do this’ go right out the window.      It wouldn’t matter if they waited longer, because if that wake up call taught the cowboy anything, it’s that together or not, it would tear him to pieces if she were ever to leave the ranch. If he’s going to spend this time with her, he better make it worth her while, and maybe, just maybe, she’ll stay with him in the end.

     Eventually, his mouth leaves hers and begins to descend, his breath tickling her skin as he ghosts down her neck. Willingly, she rolls her head to her shoulder, offering him space to leave marks on her pulse point, then down her collarbone. The hint of delicious pain has her fighting back a moan, which proves to be challenging, especially when his hands roam down to cover her peach-shaped behind. Trying to distract herself and be useful at the same time, she begins to unbutton his plaid shirt, his touch momentarily interrupted until the piece of clothing falls to the floor in a puddle of blue, soon followed by his white undershirt.

     Before Dean urges her closer again, he drags the only chair in the room away from the small table by the window, sitting down and pulling her with him. The wood underneath them creaks when she settles in his lap, her bare knees on either side of the cowboy, holding herself up and leaning into his bare chest. The denim of his jeans stretches over his erection, rubbing against her core. The sheer thought of a few layers of fabric being the only barrier between him and her, sends a surge of heat to dampen her panties. Thank God she chose the lace ones earlier after her shower, the ones she can only wear whenever she’s not spending her day in the saddle. She wonders if he can tell how aroused she is already.

     Dean can. He can feel the warmth radiating towards him and he can feel himself growing even harder, too. His breath hitches and he stifles a groan when she rolls her hips, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Ho-ly shit. This might not be how he originally imagined their first time, in this tiny room with thin walls, this one chair and a bunk bed, but it feels so good. He has enveloped her in his arms, his hands roam her body, not leaving a square inch unattended. Without tearing the seams, he pulls the strap of her loosely fitted tank top over one shoulder, the material shifting down. His fingers then reposition to cup her breast, all while he presses kisses on top. When he moves his thumb over her stiff nipple, she pulls in an audible gasp.      “Sssh…” he hushes. “Wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors.”

     Y/N can’t help it, though. The friction she feels beneath her, combined with the touch of his mouth and his fingertips, is already beginning to build her up. She begins to pant, her lungs pushing out air in quivers. Dean doesn’t stop, however, and continues to knead her breast without hurting her, smothering the sounds she makes with another breathtaking kiss. His other hand has snaked around her waist again, splayed on the small of her back now, spurring her on to move against him. Good God, if he keeps this up, she might come undone without him even actually touching her down there.

     The chair creaks louder when she moves against him, triggering Dean to cringe. The old furniture is either going to break or wake everyone in the bunkhouse, and so he pulls Y/N flush against him and stands up. Without missing a beat or breaking the kiss, she folds her legs around his waist as he walks her to the bed. Laying her down and fitting himself on top turns out to be a little more difficult than he thought it would be, the bunk bed limiting his space, but after some shimmying, he manages.

      He hovers over the woman he’s about to be intimate with, mesmerized by the sight of her laying underneath him, her chest heaving, her eyes lustful. She’s the definition of gorgeous without even trying. Dude, how the hell did you manage to hold back this long?

     The trail of kisses he presses on her stomach has Y/N arching her back, her eyes closed in delight as he travels down. Gently, he opens her legs a little wider, feather light touches electrifying her skin, sending currents towards her center. His hands leave her then, teasingly letting her wait in suspense. She listens, trying to pick up on any sound of him breathing or moving, her senses operating on full capacity. He’s testing her patience like he has done for the past few days. A chill runs down her spine as seconds tick by, but then Dean palms her heat through the fabric of her shorts. She bites her bottom lip at the unexpected connection, her fists clenching the comforter and a moan escaping her throat. This is happening. This is really happening.

     Y/N feels him tracing the waistband of her shorts, before hooking his thumbs underneath the hem. He’s about to drag them down and move in, when they hear a door handle being pushed down. Her eyes shoot open in time to see Dean jerk back and sit up startled, hitting his head hard against the top bunk. The collision of his skull with the solid wood creates a loud bang, followed by a strangled groan. He curses through gritted teeth, trying to make as little noise as possible, while outside the room a door shuts. Horrified, they both stare at the other end of the room, not moving a muscle as shuffling footsteps cross the hall, opening another door and closing it again. A toilet seat is lifted up, the person whistling to himself softly. There can be only one person who needs encouragement to relieve himself: Garth.

     “For fuck’s sake,” Dean hisses.      Y/N is unable to stop a snort, sniggering silently, even though she tries not to.      “You okay?” she checks, trying to sound concerned. Not very convincing, apparently, because Dean shoots her a glare, while rubbing the sore spot on his head.      The toilet flushes loudly and obscenely, triggering the woman underneath him to giggle unstoppably. When he shushes her, frantically holding his finger to his lips, it achieves the opposite, causing him to break character as well. Doing their best to keep it down, she clasps her hand over her mouth while Dean presses his lips together, trying to compose himself.      “You need to be quiet,” he whispers.      “I c-can’t”, she hiccups, tears streaming down her cheeks.

     Garth heads back to his room, either sleep walking or he’s deaf, because he doesn’t pick up on any of the action happening on the other side of the hall. His door closes, the springs of his bed creak as he gets back in, and silence returns.      “Would you stop?” Dean chuckles, poking Y/N’s side when she fails to control her laughing fit.       “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” she returns, struggling to keep it down. “How’s your head?”      “It’s alright,” he claims, ignoring the slight bump when he runs his hand through his hair. “Moment’s gone, ain’t it?”

      She wipes the tears from her face, breathing in now that she’s capable again. Comforting, she reaches for his hand. As much as she would like to continue, the circumstances aren’t exactly ideal. Their first time together shouldn’t have to be clumsy and uncomfortable, in a bed that’s too small in a room with paper thin walls.       “Rain check?” she proposes.      Dean leans in to leave a kiss on her lips. “Rain check. ‘Sides, wouldn’t wanna have to hold back because you can’t keep it down.”      She pokes him in his stomach now. “Don’t get cocky.”

     Dean scoffs, sliding from the bed without hitting his head this time. Grinning mischievously, he turns around, pulling her to her feet as well. The cowboy takes a second to really look at her again, glad to notice the lack of insecurity in her composure. Her hair is messy, strands escaping the loose bun at the base of her neck, ready for bed in her pajama shorts and a comfortable top. She could have felt self-conscious in this situation, especially since their moment together came to an abrupt and slightly awkward end. But she isn’t, she feels at ease when she’s with him. A small smile forms on the cowboy’s lips.

     “You should get some sleep. We’ll skip the afternoon siestas, now that the temperatures are droppin’, so we’ll start an hour and a half later tomorrow. I figured you might wanna train Meadow first thing in the morning?” he suggests, picking up his shirts from the floor.      Y/N agrees, glad that she’s being given the space to focus on Congress. “Dean, about that…”      He glances back, patiently waiting for the follow up.      “I was wondering if you could maybe help me out with my freestyle?” she asks, a little shy.      “Yeah, of course,” the head wrangler responds without hesitation.       “Great,” she breathes, relieved. “And there’s this other thing.”      Dean steps closer, laying his shirt and flannel over his shoulder so that he has his hands free and can lace his fingers with hers. “What is it?”      “I was hoping you could coach me,” she says, looking up at him. “Not just at home, but when I have to compete in Columbus, too.”

     Humbled, he gazes back, the corners of his mouth curving up. Coaching such a skilled rider as Y/N would be an absolute privilege, and with the trainers he knows she’s had, he’s surprised she’s asking him. Sure, the connection they have personally is there on a much more professional level as well, but they are talking Congress here, the biggest show of the year, and possibly the most important one of her career. Apparently, she has as much faith in his abilities to guide her as he has faith in her talent.        “It’ll be my pleasure,” he states.      “Really?” Y/N responds, thrilled.       “Hell, yeah,” Dean says, excited. “I’ll have to check with management if I can get time off for Congress, but I have plenty of days left. Plus, I think Ellen is kinda rooting for us.”      She chuckles, but then does a double take. “Wait, what? Ellen knows we’re together? I - I mean, not together together, I get that we’re not an item--”      “-Ellen knows,” he grins, squeezing her hand when he interrupts her nervous train of words. “I think basically everyone knows by now, except Garth and Bobby.”

     A little uneasy Y/N glances from their hands up into his eyes. Wait… Is she reading too much into his words? He didn’t correct her when she used the term ‘together’. Why didn’t he? Is he worried he might upset her again? If anything, she doesn’t want to push him to oblige to something he’s not ready for.      “Dean, I know we just… I didn’t mean--” She pauzes, collects herself and starts over. “I know you’re not ready for a relationship and that’s fine, we had that conversation already. I’m not trying to rush you.”      “You’re not rushin’ me,” he assures, calmly. “I just needed a wake up call in order to pull my head out of my ass.”      The woman before him hesitates, “W-what do you mean?”

     The wrangler wets his lips, taking a second to choose his words carefully.       “When your old man called, for a minute I thought you were about to hop on a plane and that I was never gonna see you again,” he admits. “And - uh, it kinda freaked me out, to be honest.”      He huffs, barely able to believe what he’s about to say.      “I’m not gonna keep you waitin’ any longer, Yankee. I know I said I want you, earlier, but truth is…” 

     Y/N watches him glance down at their hands again, running his thumb over her knuckles. Nerves close off her throat, because she has a hunch that he’s about to break it to her; he doesn’t want the commitment. 

Tears begin to prick in her eyes, but not from laughter this time. She knew it was going to be difficult to get close to him. Dean keeps to himself, probably because he cared too much in the past and learned his lesson the hard way. The possibility of her leaving spooked him today, and now he’s done. He doesn’t want to risk that kind of heartbreak, he doesn’t want to rely on anyone. Dean Winchester would rather fill his world with a hundred shallow and meaningless flings than with one solid partner, and this is him setting her free, before things get out of --      “I wanna be with you.”

     Her racing mind, which was breaking the speed limit, hits a brick wall. Shocked, she pulls her eyes away from their entwined fingers, gazing at him almost dumbfoundedly. Did he just say he wants to be with me?      “W-what?” she stammers.      “I mean, if you’ll still have me,” Dean adds, a little unsettled by her response. “Look, I know I’m not exactly an open book and that I behave like a dick sometimes when you try to get through to me. I’m stubborn as hell and my communication skills need some work—”

     Now it’s Y/N who cuts him off for a change, closing the gap and kissing him passionately. He eases into her, smiling against her lips and leaves a peck on her hair when she embraces him and buries her face under his chin. Relieved, he allows the breath he was holding to leave his lungs.      “So, what do you say?” he asks, cocking his head back slightly to be able to look her in the eye again. “Up for a challenge?”      “Are we talking about us training together for Congress, or us as a couple?” she checks, regaining her footing again.      Dean frowns and chuckles at that. “Both.”      She doesn’t need time to think. She knew the answer to this question long before Dean was ready to ask.      “Yes,” she beams. “Hell, yes.”

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[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Hi all, a note from Mercy here. The whole following post was submitted by decibel anon. It’s amazing and I really didn’t have a lot to add. I was hoping they would post it themselves but they never responded to my posts so hopefully this is okay. You should all read through and if I ever figure out who it is I’ll link them so you can all show them some love

Hi again, ‘tis I, 🎧! And this is the Seokmin picture I was talking about. (Full credit goes to @/svtzone on Twitter. They posted this with the caption 'what he doing with all that ass’.) 

And… there are not enough words in the English language to properly describe just how utterly feral this picture makes me.

But let me try. Because my muse has decided to be kind and bless me with inspiration (aka it grabbed me by my throat and still hasn’t let go), so I’ve got all different sorts of ideas. These are just a few from the top of my head and summarized. I’ve gone a bit more in-detail about them down below if you’re interested. So:

Whiny Babyboy Seokmin, riled up from your previous actions (your choice), lying on the bed like that, whining and begging for you to touch him please

A hybrid SVT 97 line threesome which is just super chill and relaxed because life as an Idol is hard and they just randomly got into the mood, with a lot of ass worship for Seokmin, general body worship for Minghao and dick worship for Mingyu

Seokmin with a male s/o getting thoroughly fucked, so much he can’t even keep himself up on his arms and knees

Bratty Seokmin teasing and taunting you the entire day (or even longer) until you snap (positively, no anger) and tell him to get to the bedroom, when you open the door minutes later this is the position he is in, wiggling his ass at you, and oh do you go to town on his ass

Seokmin pillow humping, you catch him the act and have different options to choose from - either making him continue or making him sit on your lap and dry hump your thigh. Either way, he’ll ruin his pants and look gorgeous while doing so

Rimming Seokmin. Either extremely slow, so slow he can’t even moan when he finally cums, far too gone by that point, or the exact opposite - so fast he’s screaming his voice hoarse. (First time rimming would be nice too, tbh)

Now, I know this is a lot all at once. This would probably be enough for a short series if I’m honest. (Almost enough for a 'week of Seokmin’, huh?) And by no means do I expect you to respond/comment to every single one or - heaven beware! - even write some little thing for every single one. Nah. You can pick one of them, some of them, or even none of them - I just tried to get the emotions that this picture evoked in me across properly. (And describe some of the scenarios that got into my mind.) I also guess I just got a bit overexcited and went overboard. Sorry if I’m overstepping boundaries. You can tell me to back off if it bothers you, no hard feelings.

But if you’re interested, intrigued or even inspired and want to know more about what my brain has come up with for one of those scenarios… here goes nothing:

His position, along with his clothing (y'know, rather casual) just give me the biggest whiny babyboy vibes, and I live for it. I can just see it, him lying on your shared bed like that, hands tied to the headboard with silk, him already worked up from your previous actions (not sure what exactly - could be anything from having to wear a vibrating buttplug all day to just a really heavy makeout with you grinding like hell on him), panting softly and squirming on the bed. Begging you to touch him, to kiss him, anything. And oh, he’s begging so prettily. He’s even spread out so prettily, still modestly clothed, but his position is anything but modest, hips lifted off from the bed, back arched, maybe even swaying his gorgeous ass from side to side a bit to entice you. It would be a shame to just leave him like that, wouldn’t it? It would be a shame to not go over to him, to not lean over him without touching him yet, to not press a few loving kisses to his neck while your fingers ghost from his achingly hard dick up to his ass, giving him the barest bit of of what he wants that still has him whining and moaning obscenely, to suddenly grab his dick harshly which would make him gasp and choke out a moan at the sudden stimulation, back arching even more to push himself closer to your hand. It would be a shame to do none of that, wouldn’t it?

Y'know, you can take this into many different directions. Like, if we go into the hybrid direction. How about Hybrid 97 line, who are all very comfortable with each other and sometimes heat partner, get the dorm to themselves and they do something which started out really innocent like playfighting, playing games like Twister or just chilling together and watching some Netflix. The mood is great, they’re all enjoying themselves, and as time passes, things almost naturally take a different turn. All this physical closeness is getting everyone hot and bothered under the collar, until one finally lets out an accidental moan. (My bet would be Mingyu.) From there on out the switch is fully flipped, they all know what’s gonna happen. But it’s still extremely chill and relaxed. They’ve got time, so they take it. At one point Minghao’s rimming Seokmin and sometimes leaving hickies and bitemarks on his ass while Seokmin is deepthroating Mingyu’s dick, subconsciously scratching up his thighs and Mingyu is praising and dirty talking while trying to jerk Minghao off. (Or maybe stroking Minghao’s tail, if you want to pick an animal with a tail for him.) At another point, Minghao is sitting on Mingyu’s lap, facing Seokmin who his kissing (and yes, leaving soft hickies and bitemarks) all across his body, mumbling about how gorgeous he is while Mingyu gently thrusts up into Mingaho. All in all, really chill and loving. They all end up thoroughly satisfied - which the other members of course notice and tease them about it later on.

Or hey, let’s go into a male s/o direction, since I’ve seen little of it so far - I can just imagine that Seokmin would be in that position while getting thoroughly fucked by his s/o. Naked, sweating, panting like hell, close to passing out from so much stimulation kind of thoroughly fucking. There’s a small pool of his own cum underneath him already (yeah, I remember those 'Seokmin cums a lot’ asks and they’re back to haunt me), cum from his s/o dripping down his back, covering up some of the hickies, bitemarks and scratchmarks his s/o left on him, while his s/o mercilessly fucks into him, holding onto his hips with a bruising grip. Originally, Seokmin was on his elbows and knees, but he doesn’t have enough strength left for that anymore. He barely even has enough strength to keep his hips up a bit, to move with his s/o, to thrust back a bit. His brain is empty, numb from all the pleasure he’s feeling. And it’s exactly what he needs.

Or another direction - the words on the picture (섹시 도발) translate to 'sexy taunts’ or 'sexy provocations’. How about a bratty Seokmin who, true to a brat, has been extremely teasing the entire day? Doing things like distracting you while you were working by sending you increasingly lewd pictures and text messages, or placing his hand up on your thigh while you were out eating with a few others (members, your friends, his non-idol friends) and slowly trailing his hand up even further until he was teasingly stroking you between your legs (male or female, whatever you want), constantly touching you, constantly hugging you, constantly whispering not-so-innocent things to you. Doing all of that just to get you riled up, to get you hot and bothered so you’ll screw his brains out like he craves. When you finally snap (not negatively, though - no anger here, since you’re very well aware what Seokmin wants, it’s just fun to see him work for it) and tell him to wait for you in the bedroom, this is the position you’ll find him once you get there a few minutes later: legs spread, back bent, ass up in the air while you can clearly see his dick straining against his jeans. (Smart boy didn’t undress himself without you telling him to.) This is going to be a fun night. He’ll get everything he craves - and much more.

Or! This looks like the perfect pillow humping position if you ask me. Or maybe the perfect dry humping position? Either way, I bet he’d look gorgeous. We all know Seokmin’s got a great ass (and great thighs, though you can’t really see it here). Let’s go a classic route - Seokmin was humping a pillow while thinking about you. (Maybe you were gone for a few days?) You catch him during the act. Now, you could either make him continue and ruin his pants while humping the pillow, or you could have him sit on your lap and dry humping your thigh until he comes, still ruining his pants. Whichever route you choose - he will be embarrassed, he will try to hide his face, his moans will be high pitched, and he’ll cum rather quickly. The thought of you watching him getting off is just too much for him, so he cums in his pants, a lot. Additionally, if you tease him (anything from 'aww, my poor baby boy couldn’t wait for me to come home…’ to 'couldn’t be without my cock for a few days, could you, slut?’) it will make him cum embarrassingly fast, and will leave him in the perfect headspace for more - if that is the route you wish to take. Either way, you’ll have a beautiful moaning and whining baby boy on your hands, so have fun~

Or (and this is the final one, I promise) another direction - this is the perfect position for rimming. And as nice as first time rimming is (could probably write another 200 words about that), I love rimming paired with teasing. Giving him just a little bit, just enough to get him whining and begging for more, while you take your time, slowly building up the tension, always backing down when Seokmin gets too worked up for your liking. Keeping it up for a long time, maybe even hours. So long that Seokmin feels like he’s going to lose his mind if you don’t let him finally cum. So, you do. (He endured it for a long time.) And despite all expecations, he isn’t shouting or moaning. He isn’t making any sound at all. You pushed him so far he literally cannot make any sound, so far gone there’s nothing but pleasure in his world. Mouth hung open, eyes focused far away, body mostly slack, while his hips are still twitching. The epitome of fucked out bliss. (Or instead of teasing, you can just go to town and eat him out like there is no tomorrow, giving him a mind-numbingly fantastic orgasm which will have him screaming his voice hoarse. Or multiple, always good 😏)

I’m just- this pic is 😍😍🤩🤤🤤🤤😍🥺🤤😏😏😏😍😍🤤😩😩👏👏👏👏👏👏👌👌

Whew, I went off on a tangent. Hope I was able to articulate myself in a coherent manner.

If you’ll excuse me now - I really need to stop myself before I spam you with even more. Have a good one! ~🎧

[honeyedhoseok]

Noona

word count | 2.1k

genre | noona x jungkook; college au

warnings | profanity, smut (in the future) [M]

Part 2

Jungkook flicked his thumb upwards, scrolling past the endless pictures on social media of other university students unpacking their things, saying goodbye to their parents, some even already prepping for a night out on the town in celebration.

Jungkook’s own apartment was a disaster state, but not because of his own belongings he needed to unpack. He’d brought his clothes, video games, and bathroom stuff for good measure because that was most important. The scattered mess of boxes and unpacked totes that lay in the living room and kitchen were all from his hyungs he was rooming with this year, Jimin and Taehyung.

“Y/N’s not going to text you back any faster if you stare the screen like that, Kookie,” Jimin teased, unpacking a box full of blankets next to the couch and tossing one to Jungkook.

He draped it over the back with a scowl painted on his mouth. “I wasn’t waiting for her to text me bac—“ He was interrupted by the sound of his phone going off in his hand, a snapchat notification from you which he quickly opened. You were sitting with your roommate on your bed, a bunny-ear filter contorting both of your faces and making your eyes impeccably big. He snapped back a picture of his legs with Jimin in the background, typing out “How’s move in going?” lamely before he sent it.

“Dude you’re still talking to her? I thought you gave up on that,” Taehyung commented with a grunt, passing through with a large box of kitchen stuff in his hands. “Hey are you gonna keep dicking around on your phone or actually help us set this place up?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes but dragged himself off the couch and into the kitchen, placing cooking pots and pans under the sink in the extra cabinet space. “I never said I gave up on her, I said that I wasn’t going to try too hard from now on.”

Which was a lie.

Jungkook was trying extremely hard, and for all the wrong reasons. He knew you were older, probably out of his league, and deserved better. But he wanted you so bad it made his teeth ache. Most of it was physical, but he didn’t care. The emotions could come later, after he made you moan his name like a personal prayer.

“What you’re saying is you sent her a dick pic and she responded with how cute, so now your ego is hurt?” Taehyung snorted, darting out the way of Jungkook’s fist that shot out to punch him in the stomach.

“What I’m saying is,” Jungkook began, blowing out a breath, “It’s inevitable that it’s going to happen. So all I need to do is sit back and wait.”

Jimin’s cocked an eyebrow at his younger friend, “How are you so sure?”

Jungkook’s phone went off in his pocket then in perfect timing, making a smirk cross his features. “Why is she still talking to me, then?”

You were asking yourself the same question.

You’d gotten Jungkook’s snapchat after hanging out with him and his friends over the summer. They were all fooling around, doing ridiculous jumps off the diving board and into the pool. You’d noticed the younger boy’s broad shoulders and toned muscles from the moment he’d stripped his shirt off and dived in, and you hadn’t taken your eyes off him since.

Jungkook, noticing that you were videotaping him earlier, came over to sit beside you and ask you for your snapchat ID so that he could see the video. Your eyes wanted so badly to follow the trails of water that dripped from his hair and onto his chest, rolling down his pecs to the little trail of hair that dipped into the center of his trunks. Instead, you focused on his face, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he talked to you, the furrow of his eyebrows, the veins in his hands as they wrapped your phone to take a closer look.

Since then, your relationship was a flurry of normal conversations that turned increasingly flirty the later they spanned on into the night. Jungkook was very vocal about what he wanted from you, but you were doing everything you could in denying him the pleasure of getting it.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want him—god, did you—but there was something inside that tingled at the thought of riling the younger boy up. You wanted to keep him distant enough where he fawned after you, but close enough to keep the hope alive that you would eventually give him what he was craving.

It was a sick, twisted relationship that you two had going on, but it was much too fun to stop. However, the ante was upped the moment he decided to drop the bomb that he was going to be a freshman at the same college you went to. Jungkook was closer than ever to getting what he wanted, in the realist way possible, and you both had a feeling your flirtatious relationship was going to soon come to an end.

You snapped him one more picture with your tongue out, sending it with no caption to keep your streak alive as your roommate stood up from your bed, stretching. “I’m gonna go nap before we head out tonight, I have a feeling it’s gonna be a late one.”

You nodded, setting your phone aside. “I need to figure out what I’m wearing.”

“Why, all you’re going to do is talk to that kid all night long,” Yujin laughed, rolling her eyes.

“He’s not a kid!”

“Y/N, you’re a senior and he just got out of high school good.”

“So!” you retorted, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “He doesn’t look like a kid, that’s for sure.”

“Ah ah ah!” Yujin yelled, placing her hands over her ears and walking out of your room, “I don’t want to hear anything that has to do with what he looks like. He’s too young! End of story!”

You giggled as you heard her close the door to her own room, still mumbling nonsense to herself to drown out the sound of your voice. Your phone dinged again and you dived for it, counting to ten before you opened a picture from Jungkook.

What are you getting into tonight?

“Fuck, man, someone placed a fucking C4 right beside the door! How’s a guy supposed to camp in this building?”

“That’s the point. You don’t camp, you twat. You get down there and do some real work, like me!”

“Says the guy who’s thirteen and twenty-two.”

“Fuck you.”

Jungkook tossed his controller to the side as he noticed his phone lighting up beside him, ignoring the complaints that were trailing from Taehyung’s bedroom about the shittiness of their online team.

The three normally split up while they were gaming, but since they lived together now they had to come up with a different system. Jungkook was on his own console in his bedroom and Taehyung was doing the same in his, with Jimin joining in on the unlucky person who lost rock paper scissors. It was a bitch to play split screen while online, so Jungkook was going to make sure he always won.

Noona

Text Message received 8:51pm

I’m going out with my roommates tonight to celebrate moving in, wish you could come!

 Text Message sent 8:52pm

Don’t get too lit, wouldn’t want you going home with a random guy

 Of course he couldn’t come, he was too young to drink in public. Jungkook cursed himself for even sending something as insecure as that, but your quick reply made a smirk twitch at the corner of his mouth.

 Noona

Text Message received 8:53pm

Wouldn’t dream of it, little baby ;P

 The nickname annoyed him slightly, but it was kind of cute coming from you. Jungkook would deal with whatever it took if it meant that you’d finally come home with him one day. He sent you a smirk face emoji before tossing his phone to the side again, picking up his controller and rejoining the game that Jimin and Taehyung were still losing.

It was multiple games and hours later, when Jungkook was laying in his bed in the dark, when you sent him a random snapchat. He hadn’t expected to talk to you for the rest of the night considering you would be drinking with your roommates so he opened it quickly, his eyes grazing the picture seconds before it disappeared off his screen.

You were pouting in the backseat of a car, your roommates head rested on your shoulder, with the caption Yujin got sick so we left at the bottom.

Jungkook swiped right on your name, opening the chat feature in snapchat and quickly typing out Is everything okay?

 Y/N 12:22am

She’s fine

Really drunk

So am I tho lol

 Jungkook 12:24am

I told you to be careful

 Y/N 12:27am

I know

You should have been ther

I woud have been focused on u instead drinking

 Jungkook laughed at your grammar mistakes, shaking his head against the pillows on his bed.

 Jungkook 12:29am

Lol you’re wild

 Y/N 12:35am

And you’re cute

 His phone buzzed again, a snapchat of your bare legs in bed, obviously having made it safely back to your apartment and already put Yujin to bed. Jungkook sent a picture of his face, the flash blinding him a little with the brightness and showing off the paleness of his upper chest.

Your reply was instantaneous: hot

You didn’t know what made you type the words you did next, but you were sending them before you could think twice about what you were about to do. Jungkook and you both knew it was a bad idea to keep texting when you were drunk. Your conversations always went south this late at night, especially when you were under the influence. But the little shit always wanted them to go this way, even if it was just so he could tease you about it the next day.

Y/N 12:51

Fuck

You should come over

You waited, blinking at your screen in the dark at the words you’d just sent. Your fingers tightened around your phone as you watched the icon that let you know Jungkook was typing disappear and then reappear a few times. You blew out a breath of relief when he finally replied, a smile playing around the edges of your lips.

Jungkook 12:52am

Send me your fucking location

You giggled in the darkness, about to type out an address before realizing that you didn’t have the address of your new apartment memorized. Yujin knew, but she was fucking passed out drunk in her bed at that moment and no help to you whatsoever.

Y/N 12:54am

Ummmm

I don’t lnow it, its jst the apartments by the rec center

 Jungkook sent you frowning emoji.

 Jungkook 12:55am

Y/N I don’t know where the fuck that is

I just moved in today!!!!

 Y/N 12:56am

I’m sorry!!!!!!!!!!

 Jungkook 1:00am

Let me come see you tomorrow

You’re mean for teasing me like this

 You thought for a moment, picturing Jungkook in your apartment with Yujin’s judgy eyes watching his every move, and you were shaking the idea out of your swimming head before you could even dwell on it long.

 Y/N 1:02am

There’s a party tomorrow on campus, you jimin taehyung should come

We can meet..and I’m make up for tonight

 Jungkook, being the ever persistent one, immediately typed out: Oh yeah? How? You sent a smirk face back, playing coy.

  Y/N 1:05am

You’ll just have to wait and see

 Jungkook sent you a picture then, and you clicked on it nonchalantly, expecting another snap of him in the dark with his eyebrows furrowed and a somewhat flirty threat. What popped up on your screen took your breath away, your eyes darting to take it all in a memorize it in your head before it went away.

It was a picture of Jungkook’s lower half in his bed, the comforter pushed off his frame and towards the end of the bed where his bare feet rested. He was gripping his evident hard on through the material of his grey sweatpants, the tendons in his forearm standing out somewhat menacingly.

Don’t fucking tease me noona. Stop playing hard to get

The picture disappeared much too quickly for your liking and you sat in the darkness, feeling your blood rush to your already hot face. Your core was flooded with feeling suddenly, too, making you clench your thighs together underneath the white duvet that covered your bed.

You took a few breaths in and out before typing out an excited reply, biting your lip:

Y/N 1:11am

Im not teasing. Just wait until tomorrow

Goodnight

[sofeyhh]

Six Blind Dates

Protagonist: Min Yoongi Main Pairing: Yoonmin Ships: Yoonseok, Namjin, Namgi, Taegi, Yoonjin, Yoonkook Genre: Comedy, fluff, mild smut, semi angst

Summary: Min Yoongi has been a hermit during his first year in college; mostly keeping to himself, burying his head in his studies and holing up in the school’s radio station. Now that he’s entering his second year, his brother has been riling him up to get experimental, since it is college. So he joins a dating website, for men, and waits for his 6 blind dates.

Part 4 / ?

The ear-splitting sound of his alarm pierced in his ears like a thousand nails. It rudely tore him away from the comfy deep sleep he was in, making Yoongi groan into his pillow. He peers out of his puffy sleepy eyes to check the time.

6:05 am

“What the fuck!” Yoongi yells into his pillow. He lets out a deflated whimper as he frustratedly kicks around.

6:05 am is most definitely not a humane time to wake someone up. It was something only office workers and housewives did. So why the hell was he summoned at this goddamned hour?

Another screeching alarm goes off, this time a reminder on his phone. He lazily lifts up the screen to read. It said ‘Hike Date with Jung Hoseok. Be there at 7’ in white bubbly letters. Ah fuck, he thought.

His date had sent him a pinned location of a hiking trail along with the caption ‘7am! Don’t forget to set your alarm and to bring lots of water! Tomorrow’s gonna be fun!!’ Yoongi grimaces at the reminder of having to walk up a hill under the hot sun for at least an hour. His warm duvet cover pulled him back to dreamland, back to visions of swimming in a pile of money.

Swimming in a non-existent pile of dirty green paper sounded so much better than sweating under a hot ball of fire. And so he drifts back to sleep, mumbling an apology to his date. No one can come in between him and his sleep. No one. Yoongi could feel his body getting enveloped by the dollar bills, tugging him in like quicksand when suddenly his phone starts blaring in his ears.

“For fucking fuck’s sake of fucking fuck gods!” Yoongi bellowed as he tried killing his phone with his pillow. The repetitive hits did nothing to silence the damn device of course.

Tears were threatening to spill as he whines to himself. The gods above must love fucking him over. It was Sunday, and Sundays were meant for him to wake up at 5 pm, not bloody 6:07 am. He grudgingly picks up his phone, biting his tongue from wishing the person on the other line an early death.“Syubbbbbbbb!”

Of course. Of fucking course. If it there was one thing in the universe that was flipping him off, it would have to be his brother. It just had to. Yoongi puts on the loudspeaker and lets his phone fall from his hands, wondering how his brother managed to swallow Jim Carrey’s soul at 6:07 am. Oh right, it was currently 7:07 pm back in Korea.

“Are you ready for your date?!”

“Hyung,” Yoongi croaked. “How long have you known me?” He rubs his face, trying to get the sleepy haze out of his eyes.

“Uh...since you were born…?”

He rests his elbows on his knees and buries his face, muffling his voice while he chatted with his brother. “What’s the one thing you should know about me?”

It was a very easy question, and he had high hopes for his goldfish-brained brother to remember. Mind you, it has even been written down on his school profile by teachers and students alike.

“...you love your sleep?” his brother squeaks.

“Ah!” Yoongi exclaimed as he raises his arms. “Hallelujah hyung! You got the right answer for once.”

The silence over the phone could only mean his brother was busy rolling his eyes at Yoongi’s exaggeration. His brother’s next words made him want to physically row back to Korea and personally strangle him.

“Ok, but have you gotten ready for your date though?”Ok but have you gotten ready for your date though?”

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Yoongi was already sweating just by walking from his car to the hiking area and it wasn’t even sunny out. He squinted and looked around while fidgeting in his clothes; also known as the sportiest outfit he could find in his closet. Namjoon had said that his upcoming date had a million-watt smile, not that he knew what that meant. A smile was just a smile, wasn’t it?

“Ahhhhh!”

The monstrous scream came before Yoongi was attacked by a bear - or at least he thought it was- almost getting down tackled down to the ground. It came out of nowhere, leaving him dazed while being stared at onlookers. Yoongi squirms out of the tight embrace, looking distressed by the sudden human contact.

“You’re Yoongi aren’t you?!”

In that second, he knew exactly what Namjoon meant. The boy’s smile could give the damn Sun a run for its money. It took a second for Yoongi to get his bearings as he calmly detaches himself from the walking ball of sunshine.

“I’m guessing you’re Jung Hoseok?” Yoongi asked with a timid smile.

“Eugh you sound like my Math teacher in High School,” his date cringes at his full name. “Hobi, if you will.”

Hobi, what a peculiar nickname, Yoongi thought. Then again, he had his brother calling him Syub and Yoongi still don't know where it came from. In all seriousness, the name Hobi weirdly suits his date’s personality. It had a tinge of adorableness, or back in Korea they’d called it aegyo, and an all around fun name.

With energetic motivations from Hobi, Yoongi managed to go through the hike without even once grumbling about the heat or the bugs colliding with his face every few seconds. There was something about the boy that Yoongi found comfort in. He always had a smile on and was so open about everything, even talking about his sexuality like it was no big deal despite the homophobia still going around.

“I guess it’s because my family’s pretty chill about everything so being gay wasn’t a big issue,” Hobi explained while walking backwards. “It was over dinner and I casually talked about liking dicks while eating Grandmama’s famous chilli. My parents were like ‘Yeah? Have you found anyone you like? Don’t forget to use protection Hoseokie. Even guys need to’.”

Yoongi blushes at his date’s brazen words. The topic of dicks at Grandmama’s famous chilli can never go hand in hand during his family dinners. He’d get an ass-kicking from his father just for saying the word ‘dick’. But he still had to give it to his parents for being accepting of their son’s sexuality. Not many Korean parents are particularly fond of their sons talking about wanting to ride dicks.

“What about you? You told your parents you’re gay yet?”

They reached the midpoint of the hiking trail where a crowd of people were busy gawking over a 3-story high waterfall. The narrow bridge was jam packed with sweaty hikers that Yoongi subconsciously retreated backwards. Him getting sweaty wasn’t something he fancies but being slathered by gross sweaty shoulders of other humans? Yeah, he would cut off his leg to avoid that at all cost.

Hobi chuckles when he sees Yoongi’s appalled expression. “C’mon,” he says, taking Yoongi’s hands as he leads them to a small path away from the bridge. Though, it could barely be considered a path.

“Trust me,” Hobi nods his head as he gestures for Yoongi to follow the steep path upwards into the dense forest. “It gets you a better view of the waterfall.”

With a reluctant heart, Yoongi treks up the dirt path, pulling onto tree trunks to support his non-existent arm muscles. Now was the time that he regrets not committing into the gym schedule he had drafted back in his first year. So much for wanting to get a six-pack.

“So?” Hobi huffs as they closer to the top. “Does your parents know?”

“Well, first of all, I’m not gay. Or, not officially one. I may consider myself a bisexual but I’m still experimenting. This is only my second date with a guy.”

Finally, after getting slapped in the face by multiple branches, Yoongi reaches the top. He collapses on a boulder and groans until he could feel the nerves coming back to his toes. His numerical age may be 21 but ever since he hit puberty, he’s been possessed by a hundred-year-old man.

“You’re adorable, baby,” Hobi chuckled as he slapped Yoongi’s ass.

His entire body tenses as the heat prickled up his neck. It took a while for Yoongi to register the ass slapping and the pet name calling. By the time he recovers from that sinful act, Hobi had already moved on as if nothing happened. He was sat at the edge of the cliff admiring the waterfall.

What the fuck, Yoongi thought. This guy is mental. He couldn’t come up with words to describe his date’s bold personality but he knew for sure it was so different from Namjoon’s. At the back of his head, he could hear his brother commenting on how this guy would be a good fuck. And surprisingly, he was a little turned on by the idea. He coughs away his dirty thoughts and takes a seat by Hobi.

“So what’s Korea like?” Hobi wondered out loud. “I was born there but my parents migrated when I was two so I’m pretty much clueless.”

Yoongi leans back, resting his head on the boulder as he mulled over Hobi’s question. “Korea’s....something else,” Yoongi sighed fondly. “Indescribable really.”

Hobi leans back and watches Yoongi with a smile. He could see the love for his native country in Yoongi’s eyes. America may be the country where dreams come true, but every foreign student he knows would always prefer their homeland over manufactured burgers and fries.

“I was born in Daegu, a rural city in the north. It’s surrounded by beautiful rocky mountains and can get really cold in the winter. But then we moved to Seoul after my dad got promoted to manage an office branch in the city. And it may be in the same country but Seoul’s vibe is a contrast to Daegu. Polar opposites even, like me and you,” Yoongi chuckled.

“Hey now, you know what they say, opposites attract. Like magnets,” Hobi piped up with a wink.

They spent the rest of the hour slopped in front of the giant boulder and admiring the waterfall. It was decided that they wouldn’t hike up the last half of trail after Yoongi groaned and whined, begging Hobi to have mercy on his old ass. The pair managed to forge a bond with blessings from the 3-story waterfall and the giant boulder. Yoongi came to find that they had a few things in common, but that didn’t change the fact that their personalities were on opposite ends of the scale.

On that Sunday, at 8:10am, Yoongi had one of the best laughs after a long time. His gruffy chortles boomed through the forest; even catching the attention of the people on the bridge. He realised that Hobi mirrored his brother perfectly. He was a jokester, he was crazy and he was loud. The thickness of his skin was no joke because this boy went all out to make a show for Yoongi without a hint of embarrassment.

“Be prepared Yoongs,” he said with a straight face as he pointed at Yoongi.

His phone was plugged into his portable speaker, blasting out a poppy girl song Yoongi was unfamiliar with. With passion, Hobi sticks out his ass, twirling it to the beat with a smirk on his face. Yoongi watched with his mouth hanging open as his date danced to the song with such precision. He hit every move at the right time without breaking a sweat, looking majestic as fuck. The song ended and Yoongi gave him the loudest applause followed by a standing ovation.

“You were bootylicious, for sure,” Yoongi teased, his gummy smile on full display as Hobi bowed dramatically.

The poppy music gave way to a trap beat as Hobi regained his composure. This time, Yoongi wailed a loud yes as he flails his arms around. He’d be lying if he said that this song wasn’t on the top of his playlist. As soon as the song started, Hobi switched from being a sassy ass-jiggling dancer to a sexy rapper. He rapped out the lyrics with full force, not holding back even once. It was a mind blowing switch that got Yoongi staring in awe.

“Yah...I didn’t know you can dance and rap! Fucking hell that was amazing!” he exclaimed.

Hobi chuckles as plops down. His breaths were irregular as he sucks in the much-needed oxygen. Yoongi’s eyes catch the trickle of sweat as it falls from his temple down to the corner of his lips. Without him realising, he lingers onto the sight of his date’s lips longer than necessary.

“Curious?”

Yoongi was startled out of his trance and comes to face with a smirking boy. He was rudely biting his lips as if knowing that it would make Yoongi’s lips dart out involuntarily. With red cheeks, he nods to answer. He had been pondering on how it would taste to kiss a boy ever since his date with Namjoon. Would it be rougher than a girl’s or just as soft? His heart started to race as Hobi leans in - this was it, he was about to find out.

It was electric. It was hot. It was heart-fluttering. And it felt soft and firm at the same time. Blood rushes up to his ears as the kiss picks up; it went from light hesitant kisses to a needier make-out. Yoongi feels Hobi’s hand brushing past his shoulders, up to his neck, tugging him closer. He lets out a small whimper, melting under his touch. His hand comes up to clutch at Hobi’s collar, pulling him above him as he feels the warmth of the ground on his back.

There was a possibility he might be a bottom.

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[wildgrave]

what do u love about ur friends

idk which one of ya sneaky bastards sent this but i’m not gonna complain b/c i will take any possible opportunity to gush about my friends.

update: this got entirely out of hand and i just wrote about like... everyone i talk to. if u talk just ctrl + f ur name (but don’t feel bad if you’re not in here b/c i’m doing this off the top of my head and can’t remember everyone!! also a lot of these are hs friends who don’t have tumblrs but u asked anon so)

i honestly love them all for different reasons tho!! i’m not going to tag everyone but: thanh is great for a straightforward answer & we have the same awful sense of humor which is basically 8 years of memes to reference (also she says no romo a lot which i find rly funny for some reason??). hannah is super loving and supportive and always looking out for me. jessie is wry and clever and honestly has every reason to get annoyed at me 24/7 but somehow doesn’t. whitten i talk to every day and is super rational about my problems which is helpful when i need solutions (also dank memes). gaby is great b/c we both have a lot of the same interests (feminism, art, fashion, shit-talking ppl, etc) and gets riled up about my problems which is great when i need someone to get angry with. colette also gets angry, usually angrier than me, about my problems and is the best person to offer to beat boys up (b/c i know if she gets drunk enough she will fight anyone). kathleen is great b/c we always end up doing something ridiculous and it’s fun and makes a good story. brooke is the fucking funniest person i have ever met and thinks she’s punk rock but is secretly boujee as fuck. amber also thinks she’s punk rock, but has the softest, purest heart of gold of anyone i’ve ever met (also she comes up with the most ridiculously hilarious ways to proposition me). claire and i can talk about absolutely anything and send each other close ups of pimples but also take nudes of eachother and honestly if thats not true friendship then what is?? sofie is honestly brilliant and always has clever comments to make and i’m lowkey in love with her to this day and i mean, if you’re not a little in love with your friends wyd?? mila is so sweet and i can have fun with her doing anything, like we don’t even need to go anywhere we can just have philosophical talks on my bed and it’s chill. sammy and i have only chilled irl once but she’s really quiet and nice but occasionally makes rly snarky comments about straight ppl which are hilarious. lucy is never on skype but when she is we have a fuckin field day and she’s so petty but like... in a funny way? i’ve only hung out with andie once (which i’m trying to change before she goes back to vegas) but she’s so into musical theatre and i love reading her tweets about it b/c i love how passionate she is! dylan makes awful decisions on the daily like... blowjob competition? rly dyn? and it’s so funny to hear about and he gives ridiculous but funny advice and is super australian and always says “bruv” which is super funny to me. jenna i’m p sure is going to be running the world in two years (also holy shit she’s graduating college?? my bb girl is growing up :’)). adja is so funny b/c i thought she was super by the rules in hs but now she’s a wild child. aidan (as in the senior in hs, not the one my age) sends me #relatable memes and even tho we don’t talk often it gets deep as shit when we do (but i lowkey don’t trust him b/c of his opinions of iron fist smh). allie is in my race & ethnicity class and is just nice all around and we DM eachother on twitter sometimes like ‘what was that awful presentation in class’). nick from polisci is so knowledgeable about politics but makes the issues funny w/o being offensive and shannon (also from polisci) dresses rly cute and we have fun conversations & the three of us have a funny group chat for our presentation. quinn is such a wannabe edgelord but is honestly so pure and a good friend. asmaa is the sweetest possible person and we always tease quinn together. ricky continously gives me a hard time about everything but in a funny way and patiently explains WoW lore to me. JT is also fun to play WoW with and makes me feel like a baby b/c he’s and old man. rebecca’s steadfast belief in drarry makes me smile and i love her writing. harri is one of my many wives and her snapchats are amazing (as are her boobs). kinzie i rarely talk to but i can still hit up sometimes like whats up bitch today i had sex while listening to wtnv. cassie, becca, and eleanor are all rly cool and super pretty and nice to chill with and i love their art and photography and general personalities. georgie gave me the sweetest poem and letter last summer when i was feeling down and we have similar aspirations and i’d love to work with her in my career sometime! marko and henry are married istg but anyway marko is such a genuine, honest person and henry is an amazing writer and i loved english with him and it’d make me happy if we were closer. lena is my protege and i am an awful mentor b/c i never see her since i graduated but she is my child. layla is the baddest bitch i have ever met, her nails are always amazing and we can be catty together and blast nicki minaj. sarah is so funny b/c everyone thinks she’s reserved and studious and stuff (and she kinda is) but once you get to know her she is the sassiest person you will ever meet. my sister and i fight sometimes over me stealing her clothes constantly but we bond over how our parents drive us up the wall and also she cooks a lot which means i can steal food. the entire volstovic cycle fandom (dani, scarlett, anna, crystal, etc) are all amazing creators of things and honestly an inspiration. rimsha is the hardest working person i have ever met and i love hearing about her succeed. brady is my fellow gay (tho tbh 90% of the ppl on this list are gay b/c we flock together) and i love him for his snarkiness. all the boys i sat at lunch with in high school (garrison, rex, arun, etc) are such memes but i didn’t realize how cool they were until we graduated and now i’m like, damn i should’ve paid them more attention even tho i saw them every day. my boyfriend is my friend and he’s the most politically active person i have ever met, and he’s such a dweeb, and he makes me smile whenever we’re together (even when i’m trying to be angry at him). feihong acts like a fuckboy but is pretty dang cool if i’m being honest; he’s rly dedicated to what he does. carly and i don’t talk but i appreciate her paintings and selfies and funny tweets from afar. morgan and i were at a fidlar concert once together and we both couldn’t survive the mosh pit (also her instagram captions are fuckin hilarious am i right or am i right?). kelly is a goddamn klepto but we always have fun together drinking coffee and talking about pens and i love and support her art and she does the same for mine. charlotte is chill and i miss just hanging out in her basement b/c she’s such a gemini but in a good way. the ppl i sit with on campus (sumaiya, alex, zuri, etc) are always having interesting convos and share food and it’s a good time. my cousin and her husband (nat and ron) are the most punk ppl in their 30s and they introduced me to the punk scene and i miss them b/c they moved back to kansas. shakey’s photography on insta makes me feel pensive and i want to go to philly just to meet her. miki i’m not super tight with but her writing is a+ and makes me cry and i love rping with her. rina is such a cool mutual and her art is dope. lea is also a cool chic and i love her hair and want her to bake my wedding cake. mousse is so nice to everyone. ellie and i only talk like twice a year at family parties but we can always dive back in and pick up where we left off. the ppl i party w (other aidan, jakob, justin, etc) are dumbasses (i use that term endearingly) but i’m 98% sure they’ve all carried me to the toilet when i’ve been puking my guts out at a party. marley was that friend that ended up going to yale and no one was surprised so i admire her success but also she was always kind to me and always asked how i was doing with my mental illnesses. renee and maria and i bonded over ib art and sga and generally being over-worked by our sponsor. alanna was another one of my proteges who i need to keep up with better b/c she’s badass and funny and has the best eyebrows ever. i don’t talk to sidney anymore but we went thru so much together and supported eachother a lot a few years ago and i still love em for that. eddie is such a dweeb, everytime i see him (which is a surprising amount considering he lives in miami) we act like nothing has changed and go at eachothers throats. rachel m & galen have both grown so so much since i met them and i’m proud of them. rachel s is so fun to talk about hoe things with and laugh at eachother. marco has the best finsta of anyone ever. danny and i talk over snapchat every so often (like every month or so) and we have the weirdest convos like?? let’s name your imaginary lizard. zamzam (from my creative writing class last semester) was super fun to hang out with when she came over and actually everyone in that class (xander, leah, olivia, will, etc) were excellent writers and hilarious and we all bonded. victor is such a bro honestly he’s funny and is very attentive (actually listens) and is fun sober or not. sandra i’ve known since i was a baby and never really talked to until recently but she’s so nice to talk to about small things. alyssa i stalk obsessively on goodreads b/c who else can read that much, istg girl you’re a cyborg (but like a pretty one). rp buds that i haven’t mentioned so far (mario, mackenzie, etc) i value a lot for their companionship and writing. there are tons of ppl from hs that i wish i had gotten to know better when i was there (julia, drea, tina, both erins, bridget, etc). 

and yeah there are more ppl but those are mostly ppl i talk to at parties or dm occasionally or wish i was friends with but admire from afar. anyway. this got long. I JUST LOVE PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!