#yeah i know i am late to the party and everyone else has already watched season 2

[kimbureh]

TBB's Crosshair & shame, fear, inferiority complex

having finally watched The Bad Batch Season 1 in its entirety, it's fascinating to see Crosshair's character development cuz he is exactly the type of person who would be seduced by fascist propaganda such as the Empire's. And I ache for him so much.

He is vulnerable to the Empire's ideology because out of the five Batchers, Crosshair's actions are the most driven by shame, fear, and a deep inferiority complex.

In retrospect it seems obvious to me that his character arc in TBB was at least roughly mapped out by the time he was first introduced in Clone Wars The Final Season, because none of the other Batchers would make such an easy target for the Empire.

But lets reverse engineer the plot as if you had to pick the one Bad Batcher to be affected by the inhibitor chip for a compelling story. Which Batcher do you pick for maximum impact, and why?

Ironically, the next best option, for me, is Wrecker, and they did a speedrun for this scenario in the series. Wrecker is an interesting case, because he is in many ways the exact opposite to Crosshair.

The three characteristics that make Crosshair especially susceptible for the Empire's propaganda are, as mentioned, his shame, fear, and a deep inferiority complex. Wrecker isn't ruled by these things the way Crosshair is. Yes, he is scared, and quite frequently so. But Wrecker is not ashamed to admit his fear in front of his team mates and trusts they won't look down on him. Wrecker isn't ashamed of his emotions and shortcomings, at least not to the same degree as Crosshair is. I think all Batchers carry a considerable load of shame being treated as and seeing themselves as defective, but Crosshair is affected by this mindset the most.

Which is why Crosshair all but jumps on the idea of serving a purpose under the Empire, especially once his old old purpose under the Republic becomes obsolete. He cannot bear the idea that he might be deemed useless, he cannot endure the uncertainty that comes with finding a purpose on his own. And doesn't the Empire have a neat antidote for that? Crosshair is not stupid, he is aware that the Empire doesn't respect him as a Clone, but this is about survival. Given that I don't have watched Season 2 yet (please no spoilers), I can only assume it was Crosshair's worst nightmare to be ruled by the inhibitor chip and be abandoned the only people in the galaxy he thought he could truly trust. And his trust isn't earned easily.

Wrecker's arc when he was ruled by the inhibitor chip showed how a person can deal with the shame of lashing out and hurting loved ones. His arc is, again, a speedrun of Crosshair's, at least thematically. Crosshair has to become more like Wrecker in order to overcome his inner struggle and complete his arc, which is why I see with delight how the writers have subtly set in place this unique relationship despite Hunter being the main focal point of Crosshair's character development. Things like, Crosshair allowing himself to cry (!) in front of Wrecker at the armory. Crosshair and Wrecker bunking next to each other. Wrecker being the first to admit he misses Crosshair. Wrecker asking Crosshair to come back twice in the season finale. And in Clone Wars, there's the friendly rivalry both seem to thrive in. I just love them, your honor (all of them).

[fallstaticexit]

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Transcript under the cut

Nancy Narrates: [Before I knew it, Vanessa began to carve out a space in my life. It was such a comforting, familiar feeling, as if the space for her was already there. All she had to do was fill the void she had left behind]

Malcolm: Hey Auntie V, are you coming to our Christmas Eve party?

Jonathan: Yeah! You should come! We have all the good desserts and daddy let’s us open one gift each too.

Malcolm: Well, I open two when everyone goes to bed!

Vanessa: Sounds like a bitchin’ good time. I’m in.

Nancy Narrates: [I was beginning to feel there weren’t enough hours in the day to spend alone together. There wasn’t enough time to learn all the ways she’s changed, all those intimate little details I craved to know. Apart of me still feared she would leave me again. Maybe that’s why I craved more of her]

Nancy: I want to build you a home right here, in Brindleton Bay. I’d like you to be close to me- to the boys. They’ve taken a liking to you.

Vanessa: [smiles] Oh, just the boys, huh?

Nancy: [blushes] I could start right away. I can even make sure you have a little reading nook. Do you still like to read?

Vanessa: I do. I’ll need a big ass closet for my heels alone.

Nancy: Anything you like.

Jonathan: Mom! Auntie V! Are you watching? Mom!

Nancy: Yes, I’m watching!

Vanessa: A large kitchen with a window view of the ocean.

Nancy: A spacious backyard, for a garden.

Vanessa: A big, deep bathtub to soak in, with a view of the bedroom, of the bed.

Vanessa: You could visit me. Come and go as you please.

Nancy: Well. I’m sure you’d have...suitors there. Women...

Vanessa: In the house you built for me? You better be the only woman I see there.

Bob: [chuckles] Those two, am I right? Some things never change.

Geoffrey: Yeah. It’s like stepping into a time machine. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that close to anyone before. She’s been happier lately.

Bob: Like I’ve said, female friendships are intense. Hey, you uh, ever talked to her about what you told me?

Geoffrey: I never really had the time. She’s always off somewhere with Vanessa, or Vanessa is always there. Maybe it’s not worth mentioning.. it’s not like I ever saw it again.

Bob: It get it, it’s a tough conversation. Just don’t let it sit and rot, you know?

Geoffrey: Right..

-

[collective chatter]

[collective chatter]

Nancy Narrates: [I hate that it bothered me; the thought of her with other women. She’s single. She’s beautiful. Of course she has. I’m sure she will continue to]

Nancy Narrates: [Why does it matter anyway? We are just friends, after all]

Eliza: [chuckles] Why are you out of breath?

Geoffrey: I’ve been chasing after the boys all night. The photographer is here to get a family photo for the Foundation’s newsletter. Haven’t seen Nancy either.

Bob: 100 bucks she’s wherever Vanessa’s at.

Geoffrey: Yeah, I figured as much. Haven’t seen Vanessa either.

Bob: Probably wherever Nancy’s at [laughs].

Eliza: Bobby, please. Ignore him Geoffrey, it’s the eggnog. I’m pretty sure I saw Nancy go into the barroom.

Vanessa: [tsks softly] You’re not hiding from me, are you?

Nancy: No, of course not.

Nancy: Sipping champagne wasn’t hard enough. I guess I wanted to think about something else other than the other questions I want to ask you.

Vanessa: Hmm, I thought I answered them all. Like what?

Nancy: What do you do for work that makes you travel so often? You still haven’t told me.

Vanessa: It’s nothing to rave about, really. Boring stuff. Besides, is that what you really want to know?

Nancy: What’s in that little box you’re holding? I was hoping our no gift rule had no expiration date.

Vanessa: I never got a chance to get you gift back then, so you owe me this. Besides, you’ll like this one.

Nancy: [laughs] A brooch? You actually got me a brooch?

Vanessa: [giggles] What? It was ‘really, really expensive’.

Nancy: This is the world’s longest joke, you know that?

Vanessa: If there’s one thing I’ll do, it’s commit to the bit. Now stop wiggling or I’ll poke you. Do you like it?

Nancy: I love it. Thank you.

Vanessa: It looks good on you. I had it custom made, just for you.

Vanessa: Emeralds, like the color of your eyes.

Nancy: [inhales sharply]

Nancy: Have you been with other women?

Vanessa: A few. Have you?

Nancy: O-of course not..

Vanessa: [hums thoughtfully]

Vanessa: Don’t be mad at me for saying but, I’ve thought of you when I was with them. I guess I do have a thing for blondes.

Nancy: [trembles]

Vanessa: Hey. Today’s our anniversary. Our first kiss? It happened on Christmas Eve. Do you remember?

Nancy: ...Yes. Yes, I remember.

Vanessa: [sighs softly]

[both panting heavily]

[door creaks open]

Nancy: [voice cracks] Y-yes?

Geoffrey: The photographer is here.

Nancy: [clears throat] Right.

[silence]

Vanessa: I should get going.

Nancy: What? No, you don’t have to spend the holiday alone.

Vanessa: I’ll be alright. Besides, what’s another year?

Nancy: [murmurs] I can come with you. I can grab my purse and-

Vanessa: [smirks] It’s fine, Nancy. Enjoy your party. Enjoy your family. There’s always tomorrow. I promise.

Geoffrey: It’s uh, it’s nice having Vanessa around, isn’t it?

Nancy: [smiles weakly] Yes. Yes, it is. Would you like a drink? I think I’ll need two before dealing with the press.

Geoffrey: Sure. Yeah. A drink is nice.

[wirewitchviolet]

I just caught up on the past two seasons of The Boys, and wow do all the serious problems that made me drop it persist.

So a few years back, someone talked me into watching this show on Amazon about this nerdy loser getting swept up into this whole thing dealing with "superheroes" who are kind of just a bunch of violent if not worse creeps and a main storyline building in the background about this insecure Superman stand-in building towards a total breakdown. It was called The Tick and I'm still really upset that they cancelled that and started producing this other show called The Boys instead.

I'm assuming I am years late to the party when it comes to talking about this show, and I know the current discourse about it is that a lot of right wing creeps really got up in arms about it over the last couple years, because while it was ALWAYS very much allegorically going on about how much they suck, seasons 3 and 4 realized that fascists don't get allegory and started just straight up directly referencing 4chan and various Fox News hosts by name. Obviously it's pretty great that they're doing that. I approve, much like I approve of them having a character named Stormfront who played it off as a reference to having lightning powers and then later turns out no actually it's because the character is an outright card carrying nazi referencing the infamous neo-nazi website of the same name.

The problem I have with the show... well, really, there's three, let me get to the minor ones first. Like a dozen other shows that all started airng at the same time, in response to how well Watchmen did as a movie (and all based on comics that started in reaction to how well Watchmen did in its original graphic novel form), the big high concept question The Boys asks is, "what if Superman were a petty evil guy who still had all those powers?"

I think I've probably ranted about this in the past, but for real, that is the stupidest possible question to ever spend time pondering! The answer is pretty obvious, it'd suck and he'd probably kill you. More importantly though, Superman isn't real! We don't live in a world that has a good version of Superman! The regular version of Superman is already a big pontification on what it would be like if we took the at-the-time popular idea nazis were passing around of "a superman" as their nerdy power fantasy, and putting the twist on it of "OK, what if we had a guy like this, but part of him being better than everyone else was that he was like, MORALLY really good too? Just trying to help people out any way he can?" That one's a question worth pondering. What good could be done in the world if we weren't all just struggling to get by and didn't have so many logistics to worry about and all. Hey can we maybe collectively push towards some of these ideals we're spitballing? But all you can get out of pondering an evil superman is the effect he'd have on the coming book setting of the regular one. Who cares, besides comics nerds.

And the other minor gripe before my main point is that wow it is just distracting how absurdly squishy people are on this show. It's like the human body is just a blood filled balloon stored under pressure. It's not even like superheroes punching holes through people's torsos. I swear there's an episode where someone accidentally kicks a forklift and splits his leg in half. It's weird!

But anyway, yeah. The real huge problem I have with The Boys is this- This is a show that (aside from being about evil Superman) is all about hating Nazis, and if we want to draw a line here, Nazi adjacent far-right scumbags. And it comes from a genuine place of recognizing these people as terrible losers... but the writers don't actually seem to REALLY have a problem with their actual ideology.

This is, by the way, a huge problem with a ton of self-identified leftist activist types I have personally encountered, too. It is really, really easy to hate Nazis. They are innately loathesome pathetic losers who are just kind of embarrassing and sad to think about. They say really stupid things. They believe REALLY stupid things. They're just incredibly self-deluded and lonely and scared of the world, and that's all before you get into their absolutely hateful ideology. It's very easy to dunk on them. So much of The Boys is just the villains sitting around and trying to have meetings and making it clear that none of them really have coherent plans or goals, and they just keep doing horrible things during temper tantrums or having sex scandals and looking for ways to spin it. Much like a huge part of looking at social media sites is people taking screenshots of stupid things Nazis are posting and standing around gawking and laughing. And the logic goes that if someone is an evil monster, then anyone who thinks that person totally sucks and constantly makes fun of them must therefore be good, right? But... it doesn't work that way.

For instance, easily the biggest thematic point The Boys has beyond what the creators actively and consciously want you to take away from it is that any sex that isn't vanilla heterosexual man on top missionary between committed people is wrong and gross and evil. This comes up KIND OF A LOT too. I don't want to start listing examples here because I try to avoid getting this blog flagged for anything, but let me just double check here... yeah. You can just do a quick search for like, "The Boys evil sex" and get a good half dozen think pieces about many many many examples from the show's history. They are just downright obsessed with cutting to evil people with superpowers, sometimes in the core cast, sometimes one-offs, who are clearly in the writers' minds Doing Sex Wrong. Frequently just basic gay stuff, sometimes weird kinky stuff... bit of a spoiler but the show explicitly makes a point about even the sort it otherwise approves of being tainted by evil if the woman's fingers interact with the man's butt. You REALLY can't ignore it. I don't really know why everyone involved with the show thinks they're fixated on this, but there's pretty clear hang-ups on display and a clear disapproving message.

Meanwhile, particularly in the 4th season, as part of this thing the show is now doing with dropping all subtly about who they're criticizing, we have villains just directly quoting propagandists left and right, so out of the blue there's propagandists on TV ranting about... the one good pure nice woman on the show (she's blonde, she's a former beauty pageant winner, she's dating the POV character who has weird emasculation issues when she does things, again, this show is really bad like this). We get all this background shouting about the people she works with being godless trans pedophiles who hate America and love abortions and such. And I mean, yeah, this DOES match nicely with how these sort of things get shouted at various Democrats who, much like the cast of this show, never actually say a single word about trans people and don't seem to even know any of us.

But, the thing is, in real life, there very much are actual trans people out here, standing up to nazis, getting killed by them, doing the real investigative work to undermine them and dismantle the apparatus of CSA stuff that real life fascists have pretty significant ties to (oddly, something The Boys actually goes out of its way to clarify that the fascists in the show are NOT involved in, they just do like, "gay stuff"). It's really freaking weird to have this kind of scapegoating going on in a a setting where trans people don't seem to actually even exist (it's possible I'm forgetting one or more evil perverted shapeshifters, if you'd like to count such, but I sure wouldn't). The show definitely isn't quoting that sort of rhetoric to show support for trans people. It's just kind of a show of solidarity with Dems who they see as being unfairly slandered with this baseless association with trans people (who I suppose we have to conclude the writers see as gross weirdos you don't want to be around).

The worst of it though might be when the show introduces "the smartest person in the world." There's a bit where the big superhero organization is looking to get new members after a lot of gory explosions, and someone suggests this one woman whose superpower is being canonically recognized as the smartest person to ever exist, but they quickly dismiss her because she is also a black woman. Great joke! Good satire of fascists there! But then they go and make the mistake of trying to actually bring her in as an actual character on the show. The writers now have to actually portray a super-intelligent black woman, and they are just absolutely fundamentally unable to rise to the challenge, because again, the writers of this show consistently treat women like crap and only really know how to handle racism to the point of making fun of racists.

So... the "smartest person in the world" here ends up teaming up with Fascist Superman to try to set him up as God Emperor of America basically. Her stated motivation for doing this is "just to see if I could," and other than walking the villains through the same standard nazi playbook stuff they were honestly already doing for a bit, all she really does is spout some superpower supremacist garbage, eat cheap unhealthy takeout while watching TV, and give herself temporary brain damage so she doesn't feel too bad about herself having some of that Wrong Sex with the Aquaman stand-in.

And oh wow that's a whole other thing right there. Aside from just having this stuck-in-the-80s mindset of feeling compelled to pick on Aquaman (I think the big retooling the character got to kill the most-useless-Superfriends-character vibe and make him into this badass hook-handed Viking-inspired badass barbarian type happened before most of this show's cast was even born), the show basically opens with him as a stupid jock in the superhero club forcing that One Perfect Wholesome Woman to have sex with him, and then just kinda drifted around with him as this weird joke character dealing with his life being "ruined by #metoo" and sleeping around a lot, being extra stupid, and losing his girlfriend and generally getting bad press because he just cannot stop having sex with this octopus.

And you know, the octopus is a character of sorts. Talking with sea creatures and all. So she gets voiceovers, she seems really nice and sophisticated, all part of the gag here though. Because honestly, this octopus could do WAY better, and it's weird she'd even be into this incredibly stupid and misogynist loser... and ultimately that storyline just kinda leads into this scene where he smashes her tank and locks her in a closet in a temper tantrum, and we just linger on it hearing her beg and cry and gasp for breath for like... 5 straight minutes. Because... I guess we're not supposed to see her as an actual person, we're just laughing at the weird pervert dealing with the trauma of, from his perspective, murdering a screaming helpless woman?

I'd probably really enjoy a version of this show from like... actually compassionate people who understand why fascists are bad. As is though, I really cannot watch it without being acutely aware that I'm watching Nazi-bashing made by people who feel like they'd be totally on board with throwing queer people into camps and only letting white people vote, and forcing all women to be the dedicated wives and humble caretakers of men and all that. They just don't like how embarrassingly the people calling for it conduct themselves. I'm probably exaggerating the point to some degree, but I don't know how much of a degree, and that's a real problem.

Anyway, point is, try to be better in your opposition to fascism than The Boys. And the other point is bring back The Tick, damn it! It was just getting into some really interesting themes when they pulled the plug!

[hel-phoenyx]

Summer vacation

Swan belongs to @noa-de-cajou

Kaizarz belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author, Domhildr to @soupedepates, Meili to @azeler, Oli to @thal-ent

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Whose idea was it to bring the whole gang in summer vacation already ?

Oh, right. Kriss. That got a huge promotion recently and decided to share tremendous amounts of money with people she enjoyed the presence.

That means I am currently on a beach, under shade not powerful enough to block the heat, looking at Hector building a sandcastle with junior and his best friend from elementary with tired, bloodshot eyes.

Next to me, Swan is complaining about the sun. She's even paler than me, and dressed in black, even on the beach ; so I don't blame her.

"Why am i stuck here again ?" She says with that german accent coming out when she's annoyed.

I shrug.

"'cause Kriss didn"t left you no choice and we have to keep an eye on the things ? Also not gonna lie, it's good to have a fully paid for vacation to the Mediteranean."

"Yeah, but I'll be better in the hotel room rn. I like the sea but the sun is something else."

"Can"t argue with that."

Speaking of the devil, there's Kriss, with Aarni Thorfinn and the biggest smile on her face.

"What are you too sulking about ? Com'on, it's summer, we're all free, let's partyyyyy !"

She's pretty, in her bikini attracting every kind of looks starting with her husband's. I think she would be prettier if she didn't have that shit-eating grin. It's always synonym of pain for us both. By "us" I include Swan and me.

I sigh, heavily.

"We kinda have to keep watch while you animals are partying. So sure, take your turns, and I'm going to swim."

"Not without me, com'on-"

A smile forms on my face.

"Yeah. Swan and I are going to swim."

Kriss groans.

"Oh, com'on, I wanted to test that new cocktail house... Why hasn't Gustav come back so I can trust him with the important things..."

"Your malewife of a husband has a right to enjoy himself, too," Swan reminds her with a slight grin.

That has the merit of making Kriss laugh.

"Oh, don't worry, he's going to enjoy himself later, if you know what I mean- Hey, don't look at me like that ! Gods, and they say Tyr's a prude..."

"Still is, retorts Aarni grinning. Like, com'on, Tyr, every mention of sex and you get all red, like right now, for example~"

I roll my eyes, while Swan grits her teeth in the most disgusted face I've ever seen. Or one of those she uses when my very verbally promiscuous best friend uses the s-word.

"I'm all red because it's at least 35 degrees, and you know how well I fare with sunlight."

"I can put on sunscreen if you want, laughs Thorfinn with a wink. Will help to imagine other hands on you, eh ?"

MOTHERF- Oh I swear to all the gods I will kill him one day. This time I am really, really red and not because of the sun. Worse is everyone, Swan included, is at least smirking at me. I knew this was going bad for me the moment he opened his mouth.

"Keep your fantasies to yourself, Thorfinn, it's already hot enough !"

"Oh you bet, retorts Aarni. I am litteraly grilling under the sun. Hey, cold pack of ice, watch out, Aarni incoming !"

What the fuck is she planning- oh I see. I don't even have time to think "shitface" that Aarni Stradejsdottir is already sitting on my lap and sticks her hot, hot cheek on my naked chest.

I guess I am, once again, madam's personal refresher.

The inconvenient of always having cold skin.

"Aaaaaaaaah, she sighs while snuggling to me. So nice and coooooold."

I roll my eyes and throws an arm around her shoulder. No point trying to get her out, let's enjoy this while we can.

"yeah, yeah, enjoy it, it won't last long..."

"Hey, no fun ! Interjects Thorfinn. I wanted to refresh too ! Scoot over, Nini, I need the other thigh !"

"No words on my consent on this ?"

"You're already a pillow for one, let me have this, Tyr, com'on. It's too late anyway."

Because Thorfinn has already climbed my other thigh and snuggled their face in my neck. The perks of affectionnate friends.

Kriss smirks, before getting out the phone.

"Damn, Kaizarz and the others are gonna love this. Photoshoot, Tyr ?"

"Don't you dare."

I say while knowing damn well there's no point in stopping her.

Swan smiles and gets out her own phone. Well. Time to immortalise my deep distress.

***

They sent me all the pictures, and I have to admit, some of them aren't all that bad. Excluding the ones where Thorfinn tries to french kiss me and Aarni is fondling my chest, in all friendship of course. Both of them are even more asexual than my dear cousin.

But hey, when they aren't overly affectionnate, that's good pictures. I even have some where I don't look like a humain sandwich. Well, there's sunburns here and there, but I mark easily, I stopped caring a long time ago. Some of them even show my good profile, with the tatoo Hector made me covering the entirety of my arm or the one from Oli, the lightning tree in my back they got me for my birthday.

Can't help but look fondly at the pictures. Some of them even end up on my Instagram story, while I send others to the groupchat with people that could not come, or Brynja. The comments don't take long to come in.

Damn, someone is sure lucky, comments Oli on the picture where I have both Aarni and Thorfinn laying on my chest.

I wanna be on Aarni's place, sad ToT says Domhildr under the picture where said Aarni is ruffling my hair.

That's a nice sunburn, mister show-off, sends Meili when the picture I am looking at the sea with my hair down and my tatoos showing on is displayed in the groupchat.

You look like you're having fun, Tyr, that's good ^^, answers Kaizarz to the one where Kriss is trying to assassinate me with her ice cream while Swan is laughing in the background.

I wish I was here with you, I miss y'all, regrets Brynja under the group photo where the only absents are her and Fenrir.

I miss them all, too.

If I could, they'll all be here with me. I could splash water on Domi and look at her run away laughing, build sandcastles with Oli, play beach-volley with Meili, fight in the sand with Kaizarz, look at sunsets on the sea with Brynja.

But it's nice enough to feel all of them with me. Even if it's just in my pocket.

[falling-angelss]

DMV Struggle

E1 ,, Chapter 2

Chapter 1 can be found here!

All chapters can be found on pinned. :)

Summary: Wesley is finally taking his driving test so he doesn’t have to be a passenger princess anymore ❤️ very short chapter sorry im still thinking of chapter ideas before i get to the main plot chapters 😞

I've never been good at talking to people. At least, in a nonprofessional environment. I’ve always been good at talking to people when it’s a strictly professional approach, but when it comes to just being friendly and developing real connections, it’s like I’ve never spoken to anyone a day in my life. I feel almost like an alien at times. As if I was never meant to belong.

I’ve always felt like an actor in my own life, meant to play a specific role. Almost as if I know who I really am when the curtains close, but I’m told by everyone else a completely different role I have to play. And on top of that, apparently the director forgot to give me a script. I always say the wrong things and make the wrong decisions. I always make a complete fool of myself.

Which is why I often make an effort to distance myself from most. I want to be allowed to make my own script and play my own role sometimes, without anyone else reading my lines to me. I find it easier to live my day to day life alone.

I don’t need a big group of friends to go partying with every night, I don’t need coworkers to gossip with, I don’t need family members to ask me invasive questions every time I see them.

And I especially don’t need a musky blonde-haired skater boy pestering me just about any time I’m in town, but, guess what the director added to this season of “Wesley Just Trying To Live a Normal Life”.

I’m not even sure how he always seems to find me, it’s like he knows my every move. It’s a bit unnerving. Ever since I bumped into him before my job interview a few weeks ago, he’s been swarming me like a vulture and it’s roadkill.

His name is Aurelius Stevens, or “Ari”, as most people call him. He’s actually quite popular around here. We live in a small town where just about everyone knows everyone, and I quickly learned that Aurelius is quite well liked around here. Surprisingly…

However, that especially is what puzzles me. I don’t understand why someone with so many friends, so many people who actually like him, who actually want to hang out with him, would even attempt to spend time with me, an anxiety-ridden ninny who wants nothing more than to mind my own business. Out of anyone else, me?

It’s almost baffling. I wish I understood his motives.

I rush out of my apartment, tying my hair in a ponytail, since I don’t have time to properly style it and I don’t want to be late. I have a scheduled test at the DMV to try to get my driver's license. All of the legal stuff I’ve had to do after moving to America has been exhausting, especially without help from my parents, like I had back home. But… I know I’ll be alright. It’s better to get this all done sooner rather than later.

I start walking down the street, actively rummaging through my bag to make sure I have all the paperwork I may need. I can already feel an ache deep in my stomach… my anxiety always acts up when I’m headed to things like this. And the summer heat isn’t making it any better… I’m so used to the cooler temperatures back home near the sea, I forget how hot it can get here. This isn’t exactly the best time to have a wardrobe made up of almost entirely sweaters, now is it?

The DMV is just a few miles from my apartment, so not a bad walk, but apparently I’m more out of shape than I thought… after only about maybe 15 minutes of jogging, I feel so light-headed I could faint.

I check my watch, hoping that I’m not…

…

…Yeah. I’m running late. Of course I am, I’m always late.

I sit down on the low concrete wall that surrounds a local park, taking a short break from walking. I’m fighting with myself to decide what I should do next, hoping I can still make it to the DMV in time.

I always underestimate the complexity of doing even the most mundane tasks. If I had just woken up maybe an hour earlier, everything would’ve been fine. I don’t know how I have such poor time management.

Should I call the DMV? Let them know I’ll be late? Or maybe I should see if they can reschedule? Ugh. Or maybe I should pick up the pace a bit, I can still make it, but I think I may be sick if I run any longer. I really have to start working out soon. My legs are already aching, even from only jogging a short distance.

Maybe I should just cancel and do this another day. I’m already having the absolute worst of luck. My hair is a mess, both of my shirts are wrinkled, I was completely out of coffee (and food) this morning, and now that I’m sitting here, I see a toothpaste stain on the collar of my shirt.

Jeez, I really am a mess. I think Dad was right.

I can feel the anxiety and shame welling up inside my chest, like a geyser about to erupt straight out of me.

I can’t let anyone see me like this. What am I thinking? I should just-

Oh gosh. Is that his car?

“Hey!!! Dude!!! Do you need a ride!?”

He pulls up in front of me. I know that beat-up yellow car anywhere, you can spot it from a mile away. Ugh. Why on earth does he always have to show up at the worst times possible? Even worse though, Aurelius isn’t even the one driving. Instead, it’s one of his hooligan buddies who’s behind the wheel.

Gosh, this is embarrassing. My brain is crying out to me, sending signals to the rest of my body, causing me to feel as if I’m about to be mauled by a bear. It’s funny, how our anxiety manifests itself in such a Pavlovian way, as if we’ve been taught to feel such fear since our very first breath.

I realize I’ve gone a few moments too long without responding.

“Oh! Um…”

Do I really want to have these two drive me to the DMV? Would I want these two to drive me anywhere, for that matter? That poor car looks like it could break down at any minute, and with those two driving?

Well. When the opportunity presents itself, I suppose.

“Yeah, actually. Could you drop me off at the DMV? I have an appointment and,”

I look at my watch. Yikes. “I’m already quite late…”

Aurelius and his friend exchange glances, I see Aurelius say something, but I can’t make it out.

He gestures, indicating me to the back of the car.

Alright. I guess I’m doing this. It’s fine.

I open the back door and hop in, moving some things around so I even have room to sit down. Goodness, I haven’t seen a car this dirty in ages. I think I would pay him to let me clean this thing.

“You’ve met Francis, right?” Aurelius asks me, nudging the man in the driver’s seat to try and get him to introduce himself. He’s a fairly hefty man with long hair and tan skin, he’s probably somewhere around 6’2. In other words, amongst Aurelius’ other friends, this guy sticks out like a sore thumb. I’ve seen him before, but we’ve never formally met.

“Oh, I’m Wesley. Nice to meet you.” I reach out my hand to offer him a handshake. Francis looks me in the eyes and simply says,

“Yeah, I know who you are.”

He doesn’t shake my hand. I’m left looking like a complete imbecile. Maybe I have met him before?

This is so awkward. I take my hand back, placing both my hands in my lap. I’m already regretting this, but at least it’s a short drive.

I’ve finally finished my driving test, and now I’m headed out, about to make my way home. It’s barely evening, and I’m already exhausted and ready to head to bed.

Before I can even begin to start walking, I see Aurelius sitting in his car in the parking lot, playing on a handheld game system. I didn’t ask him to stay and drive me home, so I am a bit surprised at his appearance here.

I walk up to the car and knock on the window, causing Aurelius to jump. He was very focused on that game, I guess.

He rolls down the window to talk to me.

“Hey!!! I, uh, Francis went home but… I thought you might want a ride home?”

“Aurelius, you didn’t have to come get me. How long have you been sitting out here? I was in there for almost two hours.”

“I- Yeah, I know you didn’t ask me to come get you, I just… I thought it would be polite of me to drive you home so you don’t have to walk all that way.”

“I can walk home just fine, you didn’t have to wait for me here. The walk is only a few miles.”

“Dude. I saw how out of breath you were, y’know. Just let me do something nice for you.”

Oh. Well, that’s a little embarrassing.

I fall silent and get into the passenger seat. He and I both know I really do not want to walk home.

We drive for a little while in awkward silence, until Aurelius finally speaks up, cutting the tension.

“So… why are you wearing that sweater in almost 90-degree weather anyways?” He asks me with a smirk, just trying to tease me.

“My entire closet is sweaters like these, what else am I supposed to wear?”

“Seriously? What about like, when you’re just hanging out at home, or with a couple of friends? You don’t have anything besides those fancy-ass sweaters?”

“When I’m at home I just wear my pajamas. Anywhere else I try to dress presentable.”

Aurelius huffs out a silent laugh and pauses for a few moments.

“Well… you do look nice. I like your style. So, I guess it must pay off, right?”

His sudden change of tone… surprises me at first.

“Um… thanks. Yeah, I- I guess so.”

I’m not good at receiving compliments… I can feel myself flushing red. As I go silent, the tension rises once more.

Thankfully, we’re finally at the apartment building. I’m practically ready to jump out of my seat to go up to my apartment and decompress.

Aurelius parks the car.

“Hey, so… uh… I’ll see you around yeah? We should grab dinner or something one day, maybe, or… I dunno, but… we should hang out soon?” there’s an odd sense of nervousness in his words, which is quite unlike him.

“Uh… yeah, I’ll check my calendar. I’m pretty busy this month.” I’m making excuses. I’m not exactly looking to go “hang out” with anyone anytime soon.

“Alright, that’s cool. Uh… yeah. I’ll see you around.”

I exit the car and wave, heading inside. I can feel my face and ears burning red. This whole day was a huge mess of embarrassment after embarrassment.

At least I won’t have to have Aurelius drive me places for too long…

I look down at the papers I’m carrying.

I failed my driving test.

Even if I had passed, it’s not like I even have a car yet, though.

I guess I may have to deal with him at least a little longer, in case I ever need a ride.

(notes; sorry if this chapter is a little all over the place.. again im kinda just writing some world building filler chapters so u get to know the characters before the actual fun part of the plot 😞 cries)

[f0point5]

no because i totally see the shift in lando!!

i think after japan then qatar with oscar being right there with him as a rookie whilst he was in his fifth year… yeah, a sense of bitterness was noticeable in some instances!

just seems like he’s a bit fed up and it’s rational in some sense. losing out on the sochi win while lewis claims his 100th. he watched daniel get a win in a car he’d been driving for years, compared to daniel’s months. george got his first win, carlos got his then a second with lando right there beside him. then along comes oscar, a rookie, who got settled and was battling for poles/top 5’s and scored his first win (albeit sprint, it’s still a first lando doesn’t have).

all that, with years of zak brown hyping him up and putting him first, it’s easy to see why bitterness would bubble. its come and gone over the years (prevalent, imo, when daniel was initially doing well with mclaren but we know how that went. unfortunately). he’s a first driver with second driver results, it’s why people think he would work with max. enough competition to challenge but not overtake.

he’s a good driver, that’s certain after 2023. whether the bitterness will be gone by bahrain and if performance only betters from last year, we’ll see. it obviously depends how 2024 rolls out and whether the red bull holds the lock out dominance, or whether mclaren/mercedes/ferrari will the walk the walk and do something. mclaren will certainly be a good watch this year, that is if the car doesn’t bottle under last years pressure:/

a teeny part of me feels/wants oscar to get a win before lando but i think that’s the villain in me🫡

I just want to start this off by saying I am a professional hater, so I also want Oscar to get his first win before Lando. I kind of want Oscar to do a Carlos and be the only non RB win next year lol. Just because when I see that “it should have been me” attitude, all I want is for it to NEVER be them. Like, it still tickles me that George has won more recently than Lewis. Oscar being the most recent driver to win, after Danny Ric, would be cinema. And even though I have hope that Lando will let out the hot air eventually, I just need a revenge arc.

Okay onto my Bitter Lando Medium Deep Dive (it’s not a proper deep dive because I could go for hours lol).

I feel like Lando came late to the “best of the rest” party, so he was still kind of processing how unbeatable Max is by the end of the season when everyone else had kind of settled into the groove. Like he spent the first half of the season thinking “if I just had the car I could do what others can’t” (and lbr that’s the angle the media was pushing, that if Lando had the car he would be a challenge for Max) and then he got up there and was like…oh wait no I can’t. He got up there and a) he wasn’t really troubling Max and b) he still had other drivers up there (eg the four car race in Singapore) as well as his rookie teammate to contend with and c) he was still making mistakes under pressure. I think Singapore was a bit of a wake up call for him that Max wasn’t necessarily the fight for him up front, because even without Max he couldn’t win, and then when Max was back, there was no question. I think that took the wind out of his sails. Maybe if he’d been up there since the beginning of the year things would have been different but I think he was waiting for his chance all season and when it came the disappointment hit him hard.

And then there’s Oscar. The rookie who outqualified him in Japan, who wins the sprint in Qatar, whose contract is extended beyond Lando’s. Oscar is already being talked about as WDC potential while Lando keeps getting asked why he can’t win a race. The way Lando takes public opinion to heart, that can’t be easy.

When everyone says the McLaren is the only car that can challenge a red bull, but Lando isn’t challenging Max, I guess he has to wonder if it’s him that’s not good enough.

I understand the bitterness, but at the same time, it comes across as undeserved arrogance. “It should have been pole”…woulda shoulda coulda lando, but you didn’t, did you? So just take it on the chin.

I am not hopeful of McLaren maintaining the performance leap of last year, but if they do, I don’t see things with Lando going back to the way they were. I think the climate is starting to get a bit dicey for that generation of drivers because they’re getting to the crossover stage where it’s either going to happen for them or it’s not. Lando is in an RB era, with a teammate who isn’t likely to be destined to be a second driver, and he’s stuck with him till 2026 now. I don’t see how that pressure gets better unless McLaren goes back to the midfield.

This was a jumbled rant but I could literally talk for days about this because I feel like Lando is the most honest/visible with his emotions about what’s probably in the back of a lot of driver’s heads rn.

[treadmilltreats]

Holiday Blues

We all know that during the holidays, a lot of people get blue, and they get sad or downright depressed. It's a hard time for many people.

Maybe you had a horrible childhood and never really enjoyed the holidays because it was a time your parents got drunk and fought with each other. Maybe you got beatings or maybe you were too poor to afford any kind of Christmas.

Maybe you were like me and had an amazing childhood with memories of Italian food cooking in the kitchen. A house full of people, a fire in the fireplace while you laid on the couch watching the snowfall...a picture perfect Norman Rockwell picture.

I know for me, I miss those times and all the people who were in my life then, who now aren't. That part truly hurts my soul, and sometimes it actually takes my breath away. It hurts so bad.

We may have a family who we no longer speak to due to disagreements that tore you apart. Maybe you have hard feelings that you can't get past. Or maybe your family is spread out across the country, and you can't be with them.

Maybe your kids are ungrateful and only want to see you to see what they can get from you.

Or maybe you're missing your true love.

There are many reasons why we get blue in this holiday season, but I can attest that it is really hard to be festive when your heart is aching.

They say that the holiday season had the highest rates for suicide, as people who are already suffering from depression are pushed over the edge by the surrounding jollity that they feel they can’t share in.

Sometimes our feelings are heightened because of loneliness (because “everyone” else has lovers, family or friends to spend the holiday with), and many are affected by seasonal affective disorder, due to the long nights and short days of mid-to-late December.

Whatever causes it, it doesn't matter. What matters is how we deal with it. Some people overeat, some mask their pain with drugs and alcohol (that was a good one for me, for years)

Some people sleep around and do things they normally wouldn't.

I pray.... a lot. I watch inspirational movies or YouTube videos. I think of how things used to be and how I prayed for the things I have today...I pray....did I say that already? Yeah, it's because I do that a lot.

Prayer for me is what I do when I am lost, when I am broken, when life is going crazy and I realize I am not in control.

But to be honest, I pray all the time, not just when the shit is hitting the fan but when things are great. I pray even when I am happy, when my life seems perfect, even then I am praying and giving thanks.

For me this is what gets me through but don't get it twisted I still have my moments, just because I am Christian does not exempt me from pain, in fact sometimes I think it gives us more.

I still have pity parties when I watch sad movies and cry. When I yell and question God while sobbing in the bathtub. Yes, I am real, and this is real life, and damn it, it sucks sometimes! It hurts like hell, and it's not fair, but again... this is life.

So today, my friends, I am here to tell you, I get it. I know how you can have the holiday blues, how it can hurt so bad and how you sometimes think you can't get through this holiday season but I am here to tell you, it will be okay.

If I can get through it, so can you, and if you think it's too hard, just read my life story. Trust me, you will grab back your problems right quickly.

It will be okay. Just remember this anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime.

Weeping may go on for the night, but joy comes with the morning.

**I know this is a tough time of the year, so I will be putting this number out there for all that needs it.

I have been there, and I know how dark it may seem, especially during the Christmas season. There is help, and it will get better... I am living proof of

"This too shall pass"**

Please get help. Call today:

National Suicide Hotline: 24/7

1-800-273-8255

"Be the change you want to see"

[writerlyhabits]

The Office Christmas Party

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 8.6k

Summary: Your co-worker makes a snide comment about your relationship status, and Bucky is having none of it. But he might be just a little too eager to volunteer to be your fake boyfriend for the office Christmas party in order to prove her wrong. (Written for this request)

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only. Swearing, so many pet names, soft passionate sex cause Bucky is just a sweetheart, reader is intrigued by his facial hair, oral (male and female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (be careful everyone, lets be responsible), a hint of a praise kink cause I can’t help myself, they laugh during sex I think it’s cute sue me, I can’t think of anything else but please let me know if I forgot something!

AN: I… I want one, that’s all I have to say for myself. I did this with neighbor Bucky after tfatws because that’s my go-to 😂 This has no tie to my Neighbors series, I just am a sucker for neighbor!Bucky. I think it makes for an easy, logical meet-cute of sorts with the reader 🤷‍♀️ Thanks as always to @deceiverofgodss for being there to help with this late night booty call fic when I was stuck 💖

“This okay?” You looked up from the kitchen counter as you were organizing your necessities into a small clutch purse to find Bucky stepping into your apartment, clad in an all-black suit, the top couple buttons on his shirt undone and two different ties in his hand. The suit fit him well, his arms filling out the sleeves very nicely, and the leather lapels on the blazer made for quite an appealing contrast. He’d let his hair get a little bit longer after everything had gone down with the flag smashers, and he swept it back nicely, his incoming beard trimmed and neat. You didn’t try to hide the way your eyes raked over his whole figure, admiring everything he had on display.

“Holy shit James.” He looked like something out of a dream. You had to physically turn away from him to avoid revealing yourself when a waft of his cologne hit you, and it was divine. “I have to go change my dress.”

“What? Why? You look good,” he called after you, but you were already shutting your bedroom door behind you, quick to yank the cocktail dress from your body.

“If you’re going to look like that, I have to up my game. Otherwise, none of this will matter,” you shouted back, frantically searching through your closet to find something that looked compatible with the eye candy in your living room. Tonight was going to be a little trickier than you thought.

You’d come home from work one afternoon, fuming at your coworker’s audacity, and Bucky had been quick to notice.

“She gets a boyfriend, and all of a sudden the only thing she thinks needs prioritizing are the couples events at the office Christmas party,” you explained as he sat across from you, happy to listen. “I was already dreading going, but now that I’ll be stuck in the corner by myself the whole night makes it super tempting.”

“Oh come on, watching a bunch of other couples rub it in your face doesn’t sound fun?” He’d laughed, and you could tell he was trying to lift your mood as best he could. “This is Cathy, isn’t it? The one who fucked up the last office party?”

“Yeah, cause nobody tells her no. And when I tried to, and she immediately made a snide comment about how of course the singles don’t understand,” you mocked, and Bucky’s demeanor straightened a bit. “And I have no leg to stand on with that one, but I just wish I could stick it to her, prove her wrong.”

“So do it,” he offered, a half-whisper accompanied by a mischievous grin. “Who’s to say you don’t have a boyfriend?” You simply cocked an eyebrow at him, because he knew that answer. “She doesn’t get to say shit like that to you. Come on, take your very attractive boyfriend from next door, we’ll prove her wrong.”

“Are you volunteering to be my fake boyfriend for an office Christmas party?”

“It’ll be more fun with me and you know it. Cause trouble, show her up… We’re gonna knock it out of the park, let’s do it.”

Now that you were actually facing him the night of the party, having stepped out of your bedroom in a tighter, darker colored dress… you weren’t so confident you could handle it. Watching his eyes travel from your heels up your body before meeting your gaze with a warm smile made you want to run your hands through his styled hair.

“How’s this one?” you asked, acting like you didn’t watch his reaction.

“You look great, doll,” he sighed, unable to stop himself from taking another look. “I- you look really great.” This time he let out a nervous laugh as his gaze turned back to the ties still in his hands. Tossing one on the counter, he started to wrap the one in the same shade as your dress around his neck. “This one it is.”

-

“Okay, let’s run through the story one more time,” Bucky started, turning towards you in the passenger seat as you made your way to the party. “We’ve been dating for three months-”

“Four months,” you interjected. “That’s when we went to the Smithsonian.”

“That was four months ago? Already?” You laughed as you watched him furrow his brows, thinking back on the day he’d taken you to see the Captain America exhibit, not knowing how else to tell you after too many weeks of awkward interactions that left something to be desired. “Alright, four months ago, I asked you out to the Smithsonian.”

“We got dinner on the way back, I invited you in, and the rest is history,” you finished, the story only slightly inaccurate. You picked up a pizza on the way back, and invited him in to keep talking about… well, him, and what all that entailed. You both thought it best to keep it as close to the truth as possible, making it easier to remember and to keep the details accurate.

“There’s one more thing we haven’t talked about,” Bucky piped up after a moment, shifting in his seat a little nervously. You hummed, tilting your head in his direction to acknowledge him. “What are we doing about mistletoe? You know it’s going to be everywhere.”

“I- it’s a work party.”

“Yeah, with friends and partners and spouses; and Cathy, who’s probably eager to suck face in front of everyone. There’s gonna be mistletoe” he elaborated, and you couldn’t help but snort a laugh at his reasoning. He looked at you and you caught him biting his lip out of the corner of your eye, playing with the hair under his lip, a habit he’d picked up as he let it get longer. After a moment, he continued. “I don’t want to cross a line, so if that’s not something you want to do, that’s okay. But we’ll need an excuse for it now so it doesn’t look weird should the time come.”

If that’s not something you want to do…. meaning that he- No, you had to stop yourself from looking into the details. Bucky was a friend willing to help you out, that’s it. But all the same, he was putting something out on the table you’d thought about for a long time, and it was possibly the most tempting thing you knew you shouldn’t accept.

“I’m okay with that. Maybe even without mistletoe.” What were you saying? “I mean, if’s it’s going to make it feel more real, you know what I mean?” You tried finishing with a shrug, to make it seem like your heart wasn’t pounding against your chest.

“Yeah, okay,” he said softly, nodding with a hint of a smile on his lips. “When… what’s the boundary? When is an okay time to do it?” Of course Bucky was being a perfect gentleman, needing to know when he was allowed to kiss you when just the thought of it was rendering you a mess.

“Just, whenever feels natural,” you replied, glancing over at him, waiting for some kind of response or reaction. “If that’s okay with you?”

“I- yeah. Natural… I can do that.” He licked his lips as he kept smiling at you, and you quickly turned your attention back to the road before you got yourself in any more trouble than you already had. This was going to be a long night…

-

A burst of hellos erupted as you and Bucky walked into the party on your department’s floor, his gloved hand laced in yours as you walked in practically shoulder to shoulder. You raised the hand that held your purse in a brief wave, navigating yourselves further into the room. After making it through the crowd to find your cubicle, locking away the things you didn’t want to carry all night due to your dress’s only downfall – a lack of pockets – the two of you jumped headfirst into the center of the room, ready to begin the night.

Your floor of the office building was beautifully decorated, strands of tinsel and garland wrapped around the columns and cubicle walls, string lights everywhere gave the room a warm feeling, and there was a larger than necessary Christmas tree in the corner, visible to the entire city through the large windows that lined the walls. Cathy might have been horrible at the games and entertainment for these things, but she knew how to decorate.

“I didn’t realize your office was so fancy,” Bucky poked as he took a look around.

“It’s easy to look over when I’m banging my head against the desk doing my paperwork.” He let out a deep belly laugh at your comment, his hand easily slipping to the small of your back.

“There you are! And this must be the elusive boyfriend,” a voice called, shattering your fun as you turned to find a woman with a disgustingly large fake smile on her face. “You didn’t tell us he was so handsome.”

“Cathy,” you smiled unenthusiastically, already tired of the interaction. Bucky, however, was quick to respond, his left hand slinking around your waist and pulling you in closer as he reached his other out to shake her hand.

“I’m James, I’ve heard a lot about you,” he smiled, and only you could see through his expression to know his shit-eating grin from his genuine one.

“How funny, I can’t say the same about you?” She quipped, cocking her head to the side, not even trying to hide her intentions at this point.

“I’m not surprised, my babygirl likes to keep things private.” He promptly placed a kiss on your temple, looking down at you with too much adoration in his eyes to be allowed. The nickname made your knees weak, and you wanted to do whatever it took to have him call you that again. “But I have heard a lot about your guy, I feel like I already know him. Is he tagging along soon?”

“He um… well, he actually had other plans tonight,” she admitted, quickly losing her steam. Your brows shot up, and you made an effort to turn them to ones of concern, fighting hard to keep the corners of your lips from turning up.

“That’s a shame, he’s going to miss out on all the fun couples activities I’ve heard you have planned.”

“Who are you going to partner up with on those? Can’t have you sitting out during your own party,” you asked, hoping desperately that the tone of your voice sounded at least a little sympathetic.

“We’ll… see what happens.” She gave you a pained smile as she glanced down at her hands. You were about to dismiss yourselves and save her from anymore tormenting when Bucky opened his mouth.

“I guess I’ll just have to meet him at the next one then?” You watched in delight as she gave the two of you a tight-lipped smile and the smallest nod you’d ever seen, before moving to pester another of your coworkers. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you turned to tuck yourself into Bucky’s chest and started giggling uncontrollably. “You could have looked a little less amused,” he teased.

“We didn’t even have to do anything, she’s already falling apart,” you said in a hushed tone as you looked up at him, wrapping your arms around his middle to mirror his hold on you, his hands running up and down your back softly.

“Alright, we don’t know if they’re having problems, or if they’re even together still, that’s not nice to joke about,” he deadpanned, and for a second you almost took him seriously. “It’s going to be hard enough when she finds out how much her games suck cause she can’t play ‘em,” he laughed, trying not to but failing miserably.

“You were right, this is fun,” you smiled after the two of you had gotten over your giggles. You couldn’t help but lean into him, your hands sliding up to his chest, going to smooth out his lapels to make an excuse for it. You looked back up to find him watching you, and you smiled softly. “Thanks for coming with me.”

“Anytime, baby,” he said sweetly, his hands coming to still at the small of your back. He gave you a smirk before one of his hands came to your hip, the other giving a light tap just under your waist…. as if he’d planned it for somewhere else and changed his mind. “Come on, I think you said there were snacks, and I plan to clean them out.”

-

You and Bucky were naturals. Which should have been very telling, but you did your best not to think about it in the moment. For a man who preferred keeping to himself, coming over to have you alone as company with a movie or even just to read his book, he had become the life of the party. He talked and joked with your coworkers like they were old friends, and seemed to have you down to a ‘T’ as he improvised surprisingly accurate aspects of your “relationship.”

The two of you continued to banter like you always did, but there was a different kind of intimacy to it when he would wrap himself around you to relate your change of outfit for the evening.

“She did too! She put herself together so nicely, she looked beautiful, and then second-guessed herself at the last second,” Bucky had started when your co-worker’s husband had talked about her current look being outfit number four. You rolled your eyes.

“You dressed yourself far better than I was going to, I would’ve looked out of place.” He shifted you in his arms so that he could look down to catch your gaze, your soft glare being met with his warm smile.

“You would make a floursack look good, sweetheart. But then you walked out in this dress…” he paused to close his eyes and bunch his eyebrows together, humming in exaggerated approval, earning a couple of chuckles from the rest of the group. He looked back down at you with those blue eyes that held too much emotion for his own good, taking in your features before he continued. “I would have waited through your entire closet three times over if it meant you felt as pretty as you are.”

His words made you glad he was holding you upright, giving you the perfect opportunity to lean into him and smile bashfully as he landed a kiss on your cheek. And it filled you with a strange sense of pride to watch the other man reconsider his comment, holding his wife a little tighter, evident on his face that he was taking notes.

Now the two of you were sitting back at your desk, observing everything over the short walls, and purposefully avoiding the horrible couples games being played. He was sitting against your desk, his legs spread far enough apart for you to take your spot between them. You had one arm crossed over your chest with a drink in the other as you leaned against him, one of his hands on your waist while the two of you made fun of people together.

“I enjoyed talking to Megan, I really did… but is the Christmas sweater really necessary?” He asked, making you giggle as you both watched her from afar. “She kept putting her hands above her head to make the tree, and wouldn’t stop complaining about the different pieces… Watch, she’s going to do it again.” Sure enough, you watched her grab the star and make herself into a tree, reducing the two of you to laughter.

“You two lovebirds don’t want to join in on the fun?” Cathy asked as she maneuvered her way through the rows of cubicles, having to make a point to come and talk to you. Which was exactly why you sat where you did. “We’re about to start the ornament relay!” Bucky looked to you with his shit-eating grin, so graciously allowing you to take the lead on this one.

“Oh, that one sounds like it’ll be entertaining to watch,” you smiled, reaching your free hand out to rest on Bucky’s thigh, catching his attention. “We’re pretty comfortable over here though.” Cathy opened her mouth to rebuttal, but your partner in crime was quick on his toes.

“I’m sure you know how it is, sometimes it’s nice to just sit off to the side with your person and enjoy their company,” he said sweetly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “That’s why I was kind of surprised to hear you’d planned couples games. I feel like these kinds of events do better with games for everyone, have a little co-worker competition.” Oh, he was wonderful.

“That’s what I was going to say in the meeting last week!” You refrained from adding ‘before I was so rudely cut-off,’ but you had to keep your cool and at least act like you were the bigger person. “Even James and I, I mean we have fun working together for those kinds of games, but-”

“But it’s so much more fun when I win,” he snarked, earning a light smack to his chest that made him snicker, his arms circling around you to pull you in close enough so he could rest his chin on your shoulder.

“You make a fair point,” Cathy admitted, attempting to laugh with the two of you. “I’ll keep that in mind for the next one.” She continued making her way past you, quick to dismiss herself before your menace of a companion could torture her any longer, looking to find her next victim.

“You think she’s jealous?” you asked after a second. You feel him lift his chin off your shoulder to place a kiss on the bare skin there, sitting up straighter to allow you to lean back into his chest. He hums in question, and you feel it rumble through his chest. “Cathy… I mean, I show up with this perfect, sweet, handsome boyfriend… I think I’d be jealous, too..”

You didn’t realize what you’d said until he was leaning in close to your ear, the hair on his face tickling the skin there and making you shiver. “Then it’s a good thing I’m yours,” he whispered, and he had you preening in his hands. Oh, this was a bad idea… it was a wonderfully bad idea.

“I hope I’m not interrupting a private moment,” your head snapped in the direction of the voice, and you saw Bucky falter a second out of the corner of your eye.

“Is my desk the place to be tonight? First Cathy, now you… what’s it take to get a moment with my man?” you teased as your coworker approached, setting your drink on the other side of your desk.

“Trust me, I come bearing gifts,” she assured. Before you could ask what she meant, she turned her attention to the super-soldier still wrapped around you. “Sorry, I’m Judy. Your girl is the reason I stay sane.”

“James,” he smiled, giving her a friendly nod vice a handshake, not willing to move from his position despite the company. “It’s nice to put a face to the name.”

With the quick introduction out of the way, Judy wasted no time in telling you about all the gossip she had gathered through the night, and the dots she was starting to connect. That was what she thrived on; she liked working in an office less so for the work, but for the social environment it provided. More specifically, the interesting plot developments in the lives of her coworkers, for better or worse.

“Megan told me she finally called that guy, which will be really great for her. But, Rob was there when she told me- Yes, I know! It was good for him to hear though, cause I heard he’s been playing the worst breakup playlist you could ever imagine, man needed an update.”

As you listened mindlessly, entertained more by your co-worker’s investment than the actual details themselves, gloved fingers were tracing soft circles to your sides. He would press his lips back against your shoulder every couple of moments, like he was breathing in the essence of you before he would face Judy again, at least pretending to care. It was nice… gave you a reason to almost wish she would keep going so that you could enjoy the intimacy of the moment with him a little longer.

“Alright alright, I’m done for now, I know I’m boring your man to sleep,” she teased after a while, and Bucky tried to make an apologetic excuse. And while you knew Bucky Barnes was not a man to be driven to sleep so easily, you did know he didn’t care for this kind of small talk and encouraged the change of subject.

“I’ve got to be honest with you, when you told me about this secret boyfriend, I expected him to be a bit more on the scruffy side,” she explained, catching you off guard.

“Well, it’s a little longer than she usually likes it,” Bucky started, taking one hand and playing with the hair on his face. “Thought I’d experiment, see how I like it a bit longer… It’s kind of growing on me,” he finished, turning back to you for approval.

“Mmmm, I’ll let you keep it for a little bit longer. We’ll see how I feel after that,” you played. You were met with a very enthusiastic kiss on your cheek, making you giggle as he made a point to push his facial hair into your cheek.

“As long as you don’t make him shave all of it off… you and I both know facial hair feels so much better down there,” Judy said with a mischievous grin. Both you and Bucky snapped to look at her, and you just about choked on your own spit.

“Judy,” you started incredulously, trying to save yourself by laughing it off. “We’re not talking about this stuff at the office! You’re a menace, go bother someone else.” All she could do was laugh at you, which gave Bucky time to recover as you felt him settle back around you.

“I’m just saying…” She shrugged, side-stepping past to leave you two in peace. She gave Bucky a knowing look, holding it there for a second before you watched her face shift into a sly smile. Oh no… “Alright, don’t have too much fun without me.” She gave you a little wave and left the two of you alone once again.

“What did you do?” you whispered harshly as soon as she was out of earshot, turning your body towards him a little more to shoot him a look. He gave you a pleading expression in response.

“I didn’t know if you guys talked about that stuff, and she looked at me like she was expecting an answer… so I winked,” he rambled quietly, nothing but apologetic. “I figured she could interpret it as whatever the right answer was, and be on her way without suspicion.” Judy had thrown him off his rhythm, she usually had that kind of effect on people. You could feel your lips start to come up in a small smile at his quick thinking, despite being in a panic.

“Alright, I’ll give you that one. You’re forgiven,” you teased, trying to get him to relax again. “For the record, we don’t talk about it. So I have no idea what that wink told her.”

“I guess you’re gonna find out,” he giggled. You rolled your eyes as you joined him, muscular arms pulling you back into him.

It was annoying how nice it felt to be held by him all night because you knew at some point it was going to have to end. You would have to leave the party at the end of the night, and go back home as friends, nothing more. And after getting to see this side of him, being on the receiving end of the adoring boyfriend inside of him, you weren’t sure how you would be able to manage. You were already yearning for the man holding you to actually be yours, but all you could do was enjoy him before things changed.

“As your boyfriend, I feel like I should ask. You know, in case we run into it again…” He pulled you out of your thoughts, and you glanced back in his direction with a raised brow prompting him to continue. “Do you like facial hair?” The way he asked the question sent heat directly to your core, his voice deep and husky as his eyes finally met yours, and you realized his question was not as innocent as it sounded.

“I- Well, it’s-” you cut yourself off with a nervous giggle, and you knew he was watching you bounce between his eyes and his jaw, his expression patient and ready to listen. You took a breath to compose yourself a little before continuing. “Okay… there are some men who look good both ways, clean-shaven or with facial hair. Other men look better with it…” He made a noise of approval, and you gave an exasperated sigh. Cocky fucker knew where he landed. “I have had the unfortunate luck of being with men who are better off without it.”

“Mmm, that is unfortunate,” he chuckled softly, a mischievous glimmer in his eye. You had to look away from him before your thoughts betrayed you, already unable to stop the shiver that ran through your body, his left hand moving to rub your back in response. “Have you ever thought about it? Being with someone a little… scruffier?”

Oh god, have you. You enjoyed his company, wouldn’t trade it for anything. But sometimes you wondered whether he was trying to kill you, or if he genuinely didn’t know that he had a body crafted by the gods. Walking around your apartment in tight shirts, his dog tags and vibranium arm on full display. Or sitting on your couch with his legs spread wide, his thighs as tempting a place to sit as ever. And when he licked his lips or played with the hair on his face… who wouldn’t wonder what it would be like to have James Barnes between their legs?

You saw out of your peripherals that you were being watched, Cathy’s eyes drawn to the large man beside you. Bucky must have seen her as well, placing another kiss on your shoulder before leaning away from you. Was he… shying away from the conversation he started? After asking you such an intimate question? You know you should leave it, ignore the urge to give him a taste of his own medicine, you should behave.

You turned to face him, and his hands were quick to rest on your hips as you pressed yourself up against his chest, catching his blue eyes darken as he watched you. Hands slid up his chest, not bothering to pretend with his lapels this time as they kept traveling up the sides of his neck until reaching the prize. You scratched at the thick hair on his cheeks, a devilish smirk growing no matter how hard he tried to keep a straight face.

“I have, I’ve thought about it quite a bit,” you answered quietly, giving him a moment to take it all in. “I think….I think it’s hot.”

You watched in delight as he clenched his jaw with a hard swallow, blinking a few times before taking a quick glance around the room. His eyes locked on yours for half a second before he tilted his head to attach himself where your neck met your jaw, his scruff tickling deliciously against your skin. You managed to mask your sharp gasp with a laugh, arms wrapping around his neck as he kissed yours.

“Someone’s gonna look, James,” you whispered harshly through your laughter, and his own vibrated through your neck.

“And they’ll look away if they know what’s good for ‘em,” he mumbled, and you felt like you had to be dreaming as he continued planting kisses across your sensitive skin. You couldn’t hold yourself back from carding your hands through the thick hair on the back of his head, and the sigh he released was what brought his lips away from you. He leaned back to look at you for a moment before he spoke up again; “Is there anything else keeping you here?”

“How do you mean?” You furrowed your brows slightly, confused by the sudden change of subject.

“I mean, is there anything else you want to do here,” he paused to think about his words, hands caressing your sides. “Or can I take you home?”

Only a few moments later you’d made your way to a group of your co-workers, saying a final goodbye as you escaped. Bucky was eager to leave, actively leading you to the door as he was making his excuse; “It’s almost Christmas, I’ve got to get her to myself for at least part of the night.” A few steps later and you received a chorus of cheers. Of course.

“And we’ll send you off with a proper mistletoe kiss!”

You would think that him having just made out with your neck would have prepared you for this moment, the one you’d been bracing yourself for all evening, but you couldn’t be more wrong. The soft expression on his face rendered you breathless as he cupped your face in his hands, his lips molding to yours too well to make sense. You couldn’t hear the whoops and hollers, all you could focus on was how good it felt to have his lips on yours, and how badly you wanted to get him out of the office.

The ride home wasn’t any better. At first, neither of you quite knew what to do. This was supposed to be the end of the arrangement; the party was over, Cathy had been proven wrong, everything would go back to normal. But what normal was had been disrupted when the two of you kept up the act when no one was looking, when you were all over each other specifically because nobody was paying you any mind.

He’d insisted on driving home, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as the night lights of the city illuminated his features, his now bare left hand keeping an easy grip on the wheel while the other rested on the console. Neither of you said anything, sitting in a somehow comfortable silence despite the uncertainty of it. He would look over and catch your gaze every now and then, giving you a warm smile before turning back to the road.

Until you hit a red light. The car had stopped and Bucky’s tongue traced his lips as he looked at you again, his hand moving from the console to rest on your thigh. When he leaned closer you found yourself doing the same, his hand leaving the wheel to tangle in your hair and bring your lips to his once again.

Sensing the color change inside the car, Bucky released you to continue driving before upsetting traffic, his right hand giving your thigh a small squeeze.

“Whenever feels natural… right?” He asked, echoing your words back to you with a grin.

-

He held you the entire trek up to your floor, his hand resting easy around your waist or on the small of your back when it was more convenient. And it was only once you’d made it to your front door that he removed his hand. You missed it.

“You wanna come in for a sec?” You asked after a moment, playing coy. His hands went back to your body as you unlocked the door to let him in behind you, setting your purse to the side as he shed his blazer. One more look at each other and you felt something snap.

Bucky grabbed you by your waist, pulling you back into him, encouraging your arms to touch him. You avoided his gaze, knowing you’d be gone within seconds, opting to fiddle and tug on the tie around his neck to bring him down closer to you.

“Let me show you what it’s like,” he practically groaned as his nose touched yours, resting foreheads together. “Please doll, I want to devour you.” You were too drunk on him to be embarrassed by the noise he elicited from you.

“Show me,” you nearly whined, yanking him down to crash your lips back into his. This time it was all tongue and teeth, wildly different from the first couple he’d stolen through the night. It was passionate, needy, desperate to taste each other, to be as close as you possibly could.

Holding each other was suddenly not enough, you wanted to be enveloped by him, needed his body like it was part of your own. Your arms found their place around his neck, hands deciding between roaming his broad back and ruining his hair while his explored every part of you he could reach, holding you steady against him. Bucky lifted you up into his arms and you wrapped your legs around him, cupping his face to continue your assault on his soft lip as he carried you through to the bedroom of your apartment.

You were abruptly deposited on the bed, his lips traveling down to nip at your neck before lifting off of you almost entirely, hands lifting your leg to place a kiss on the inside of your knee. His hands left goosebumps on your skin as he took his time trailing them down to your ankles, undoing the strap on your heels with the utmost care.

“I need to taste you, sweetheart,” he pleaded, glancing up at you when he pulled the shoe off of you delicately, moving to the other. “Want you to feel the scratch of my beard against these pretty thighs.” This time you got a kiss on the inside of your other knee, and you were going crazy with anticipation, a puddle of arousal already waiting for him.

The duality of his hands as they began to glide up your legs was delightful, one crisp and cool while the other was warm and calloused. He caressed right up to the place where you wanted him most before he continued pushing the hem of your dress past your hips, and you couldn’t decide whether you were disappointed with his neglect or enamored by his hands cupped over your bra. He made quick work of the tight dress, carefully tossing it to the side and moving to unhook your bra.

“James…” You moaned his name when his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, his hand massaging the other breast with the occasional pinch to balance his attention. His hot tongue flicked against the nipple in his mouth, the tickle of his facial hair absolutely delightful on the soft skin there, switching his ministrations between the two as he pleased.

“Bucky, please, I need you,” you whimpered, longing for his mouth somewhere else.

“I know babygirl, I’m on my way. Let me adore the rest of you for a second,” he murmured into your skin, sending a shiver through you, which made him smile against your skin. He placed a kiss to your sternum before he trailed down your stomach, and left the softest of kisses to your navel before hooking his fingers into your last piece of clothing.

You barely had time to process that you were now fully naked and vulnerable before him, his breath fanning across your dripping folds almost as soon as the fabric had slid down your legs. Bucky readjusted himself so that his muscular arms were wrapped under your thighs, holding your legs comfortably open for him.

“Good god, your perfect pussy is already soaked for me.” His praise had you gripping the sheets with a vice, your hips bucking of their own accord to seek some sort of relief. He chuckled at your reaction.

“Then hurry up and do something about it,” you smiled, pleased with the growl you pulled from him as you ran your fingers through his hair, nails scratching gently against his scalp.

“Yes ma’am.” He’d barely finished speaking before his tongue was on you, flat against your folds as he started licking up all the excess you’d dripped for him. “Taste so sweet, peach, I knew you would,” he praised, and you arched your back as he dove back in to pay special attention to your clit, his facial hair scratching the inside of your thighs.

It was bliss… you couldn’t think of a time you’d felt better having a man eat you out. If you were being honest, you couldn’t think of a time another man had made you feel this good at all. Bucky had you gripping his hair tight as your hips bucked against him, chasing the feeling of his talented mouth as he sucked on your bundle of nerves.

You whined when he lifted off your clit, earning a chuckle at your reaction. “No, please, I’m almost there.”

“I know, baby, that’s why I’m doing something else,” he smiled, shifting his grip on you slightly before he lowered himself back down to your pulsing core. It was like he nuzzled himself into you, his nose brushing against your clit as he pressed a kiss to your glistening lips. “Gonna drink up everything you’ll give me.”

He settled himself to slip his tongue inside you, pressing into you as close as he could get, and you gasped sharply with the wonderful intrusion. Your legs jerked up around him, your heels digging into the muscles of his back and he groaned into you, the vibrations making you shudder. Bucky’s hands massaged the top of your thighs as he lapped at you, his scruff rubbing against you as his jaw worked to devour you. His hands then gripped the underside of your thighs, stretching them back and opening you up just a little more.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned, your body filling with a familiar sense of anticipation, and he responded by burying himself farther into you, his nose making you jolt as it brushed against your clit every now and then with his aggressive motions. “You’re gonna make me snap, baby.”

The noise he made sounded like a whine and it went directly through your desperate pussy. As you carded your hands through his absolutely ruined hair, you caught him grinding his hips against your bed, seeking some sort of friction himself. He was enjoying this just as much as you were… just the thought of it was delectable.

And you couldn’t help but egg him on.

“Your tongue feels- mmmm… so good inside me, honey. I, I’m- ahh, I’m gonna get that handsome face all wet.” Your words seemed to fuel whatever was going on in his head; he groaned desperately into you as his hands tightened their grip on your thighs, and you found yourself wondering if there would be evidence of it in the morning. He stopped his ministrations now that he was holding you steady, only pausing for half a second before he began to shake his head, buried into your pussy.

There was a cry stuck in your throat as your hips shook violently against him, his nose tickling your clit and his beard attacking the soft skin he could reach with it. There was no warning him before a wave of warmth spread through your body, the combinations of both of your moans and noises mixing in the air like a song as he continued to work you through your orgasm.

It took you pulling him off of your throbbing center with broken pleas, begging for a reprieve before you got overstimulated. You looked down at him between your legs, smiling at the drunk look on his face matched with a cocky grin.

“How’d that feel, doll?” he asked as he crawled up your body, and you hummed enthusiastically as you reached for him. “I take it you like ‘em scruffy?”

“Mhmm, I like you scruffy,” you replied as you dragged his lips to yours, not caring about the taste of yourself on his lips, wanting just to feel him around you. “You’ve already ruined me for anything else, I hope you’re happy,” you teased in between kisses, and you couldn’t help but smile as he giggled into you.

“More than happy, I’d eat your pussy until the day I die.” You laughed as you arched back at his words, exposing your neck to allow a barrage of scratchy kisses there. You were already getting worked up again as he attacked your neck, but your walls weren’t ready for more just yet…

“Let me suck your cock…” you sighed, and you felt his head snap up at you.

“What?” he asked with a breathless laugh, sounding like he hadn’t quite committed to it. You closed your eyes and tucked into him a little bashfully, but had no intention of backing down from your request. He supported himself up on one arm while he used the other to cup your face gently, saying your name as he made you look back up at him. You opened your eyes to find his shining blue ones looking down at you so sweetly. “Sweetheart, I appreciate it, but you don’t have-”

“James.” You cut him off, voice steady and demanding. Your hands reached the tie that was still around his neck, realizing he was still fully clothed, and you found it wildly unfair. You began to untie it as you spoke, making an attempt to fix the problem. “I need a little bit of a break before I’m ready to have you properly fuck me tonight, and oh god do I want it.”

You threw his tie to the side as you leaned up to kiss his neck, feeling him swallow hard. His strong hands supported his weight on either side of you as your fingers made quick work of the buttons of his shirt, untucking it from his pants and moving to shove it off of his shoulders.

He moved back on your bed to stand at the edge, and you got up on your knees to follow him, watching delightfully as he tossed the shirt aside, hands finding your hips. You grabbed the buckle of his belt, lips eagerly kissing on the raised skin where the vibranium met the man. Bucky gasped sharply, shocked by both the bold placement of your hands, and the intimate intentions of your lips. You smiled against his skin as you continued kissing your way up his shoulder, across his neck until you could whisper in his ear.

“Let. Me. Suck. Your cock.” He groaned as his head tilted back, eyes rolling in the back of his head before he grabbed the back of your neck and slammed his lips to yours.

“You’re gonna kill me.” You laughed as he let you push him back, having to lean down to continue kissing you as you stood before him, working on his belt.

By the time you’d gotten him down to just his boxers, your legs were wobbly and your core was dripping again. You were probably ready to take him at this point, but you were determined to get what you wanted, and you wanted to watch him fall apart the way you had. Kneeling down in front of him, you slipped your fingers into the band of his boxers and pulled them down slowly over his large bulge.

He sprung out of the fabric at full attention, his tip already leaking pre-cum. Stepping out of his boxers leaving him just as naked as you, he combed a hand gently through your hair as you took him in, caressing his bare thighs before you looked up at him. Another chuckle escaped him, and you cocked an eyebrow in question.

“You look like a cat who’s caught the canary,” he smiled softly. “And it’s horrible how pretty you look right now.” You bit your lip, humming in amusement as you turned your attention back to his crotch. Oh god, he was big… Could you take him? Absolutely. But would he stretch you to make it happen? In the most delicious way.

You wrapped one of your hands around the base of his dick, gauging the impressive thickness as you started pumping him slowly, already being rewarded with his quiet grunts. He would be a lot to handle, the girth alone would be a challenge. But after prepping yourself for it, you stopped your motions, settling yourself comfortably on your knees and placing a kiss on the underside of his shaft. You got a glance of him from this angle, and the state of relaxation on his features was enough to keep you going.

Returning your hand back to his thigh, you licked from the base of him up to the leaking tip, taking care to notice his sharp intake when the tip of your tongue hit his weak spot. When you wrapped your lips around the tip to collect the pre-cum, Bucky combed your hair back with both hands and held it behind you gently in his left hand, loose enough to just keep it out of your way while you set to get to work. You couldn’t help but moan as you took him little by little, bobbing your head and sucking his tip on the way back as you slowly adjusted yourself to him.

“Shit… oh babygirl, you- oohhh,” he tried, unable to compose a sentence, too focused on the way your tongue swirled around him. You gave another amused hum around him, the vibrations of your voice causing him to release another slew of curses. With each bob of your head, you took his cock deeper in your mouth, steadying yourself when you’d reached your limit.

You continued taking him that way a few more times before your eyes traveled back up to find the blue of his almost swallowed by his pupils as he watched you. You started to quicken your pace gradually, and you watched as he struggled to keep eye contact. Rolling his eyes back, closing them in pleasure, or throwing his head back entirely, he was falling to pieces in the palm of your hand.

After a few more moments, his grip tightened on your hair inadvertently as his other hand gripped your wrist, your hair tugging slightly as you sucked down on him again. “Wait wait wait, I- hold on,” he stammered, finding his voice with a groan as you released him with a pop.

“You okay?” you asked gently, seconds before he was reaching down to pull you back upright.

“You keep that up and I’m not going to last,” he groaned huskily, goosebumps forming on your skin. He grabbed your face and kissed you deeply, seeming to be catching his breath in the process. “And I distinctly remember that we had more plans.” He picked you up at the end of his statement, keeping you in his arms as he crawled up the bed, laying you delicately against the pillows.

Bucky settled perfectly between your legs, feeling him pressed up against your weeping pussy, and stealing perfectly soft and gentle kisses from your lips. Your hands couldn’t decide where to settle, combing them gently through his hair before you dug your nails into his back. His large hands caressed your sides, settling at your waist as he gave his hips an experimental roll, grinding himself against you.

“James, please,” you begged against his lips in between kisses. “Wanna feel you, want you to fill me.” You felt his wide smile as he kept kissing you, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate it as he shifted to hold his weight above you. You arched against him as he ran his tip between your folds, teasing your entrance. When he finally pushed in he took his lips off of yours to latch onto your neck, allowing you to take a sharp breath while he stretched you slowly.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed in your ears, sinking into you easily with the help of your slick walls. You both gasped and grunted as he bottomed out, waiting for you to adjust to him. “Taking me so well, sweetheart, god you feel good.” You squirmed against him at the praise, and suddenly there was a delicious need inside you for more.

“Move, Bucky. Please.” His poor back became your personal scratching post as he dragged out of you, and you let out a desperate whine when he pushed his hips back down to yours slowly. “I can’t- I… Buck, need you to go faster, I need-” You didn’t have to say anything else before his lips were on yours and his hips picked up the pace.

The sounds of both of your pleasure as you moaned into each other was quickly becoming your favorite song, in a state of pure bliss as he thrust his hips into you at a steady pace. His large muscular body crowded your every sense, his hands holding a bruising grip on your hips to balance himself, his cologne clouding around you, and it was all so heavenly.

Your mind started to fog, and you would have entertained the notion that you might actually be dreaming if the pleasure coursing wasn’t acting as a strange sort of tether to reality. You’d thought about what it would be like many times you’d shamefully admit, but having James Barnes pounding into you with perfect, calculated force was something unimaginable.

“Fuck, I can feel you getting close, peach,” he groaned, resting his forehead against yours as both panted heavily. He let out a strangled moan, his hips faltering for a millisecond, and you realized he was right behind you. “Go ahead babygirl, wanna see you come undone under me.”

You felt like you should probably be embarrassed by how quickly he could coax you into an orgasm, but all you cared about was how intensely wonderful it felt, your legs shaking around him as you anchored yourself with the grip on his back. Your ears were ringing, and you only became conscious of the noises you were making when you felt them against your throat.

You realized he was practically crumbling over you, desperate moans falling from his lips as he struggled to maintain a rhythm, thrusting into you erratically to ride out your high. You leaned up to kiss his cheek sweetly, removing your nails from his back to brush his ruined hair out of his face, combing it back as he chased his own release.

“Come on handsome, you’re so close, let go for me,” you mumbled into his skin. You seemed to have a similar effect on him, and his cock twitched inside you at your words, letting go with a cry. He dropped his head to the base of your neck as he finished, pumping you fuller than you’d ever felt, before he carefully collapsed on top of you.

You giggled underneath him, wrapping your tired legs around his hips and massaging the back of his head, kissing his temple until he turned to look at you. His eyes were glazed over but had never looked so blue, a telltale smile teasing the corner of his lips as he basked in your attention.

“So much for fake boyfriend,” he managed quietly, and you threw your head back in a laugh, giving him a chance to pepper more scratchy, smiley kisses all over your neck.

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hai this is quite late (cuz i only just realized), and maybe someone else already sent an ask about this, but today (jan 30) is lily's birthdayy!! if you'd like, could you please write a fluffy piece of the team (or just james and coops or something) celebrating the lovely woman that is lily evans? no worries if not ofcourse!! love ur fics!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LILY!! PLEASE MARRY ME WHENEVER IT'S CONVENIENT FOR YOU! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

“Ha—”

“Sing that song and I am removing your kidneys.”

“—ppy birthday to—” Remus broke off with a yelp as Lily lunged for him; she caught him around the shoulders and dragged him into a loose headlock, ruffling his hair until it fell into his eyes and he stopped squirming.

James turned to the camera with a sweet smile. “Hello, everyone, my name is James Potter and I’m here to win, once my wife stops maiming our mutual friend.”

“Loops, you okay?” Marlene asked off-camera, laughing.

“No,” Remus grumbled as he sat up and put his baseball cap back on with a glare in Lily’s direction. “You’re not getting a single piece of my victory cupcake.”

“Bold of you to assume you’ll win,” she said, amused. Her eyes sparkled as she looked back to the camera. “Welcome back to Lion Pride! My name is Lily Potter and I’m here with my husband and my best friend to see who knows me better.”

“It’s also her birthday,” Remus added. “So everyone needs to go sing ‘happy birthday’ to her as soon as possible, because it’s her birthday, and this very special birthday girl needs a song sung to her.”

Lily jabbed him in the chest with her pointer finger. “If one more goddamn person sings to me today, I’m going to lose my mind. Watch yourself, Lupin.”

“I feel like we’re resorting to physical violence a lot earlier than usual,” James mused as he toyed with the whiteboard in his lap. “Lils, do you want to kick us off?”

She narrowed her eyes at Remus once more before straightening up, though her smile was poorly-hidden. “Yeah, sure. The rules of this game are simple: I will ask a question about myself, and whoever guesses the correct answer will get a point. The person with the most points at the end gets a cupcake of victory. And no, Remus, I won’t wear the party hat.”

“I will give you…” He pulled out his wallet and unfolded it. “Five whole dollars to wear this party hat.”

“No.”

“And a week of babysitting?”

“That’s a reward for you.”

He shook the change out of the flap as James covered his mouth to stifle his snickering. “Five dollars and thirty-eight cents.”

Lily paused. “Where’s the quarter from?”

“Uh, Montana.”

“Deal.” Remus fist-pumped as he passed the party hat over and poured the coins into her free hand. Lily settled the elastic under her chin, then primly tapped her notecards on her lap. “First question: what is my middle name? You have fifteen seconds, and Remus, I’d better be able to read your handwriting this time.”

“I have better handwriting than your husband,” Remus muttered.

“You have doctor handwriting.”

“That is such a lie.”

“It’s like a stand-up comedy routine,” James laughed, capping his whiteboard pen. “They just set each other off like a runaway train. I love it.”

A faint alarm jingled and Lily raised her eyebrows at them. “Ready? Flip!”

“Jade,” Remus read with a satisfied smile.

“Wrong.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Good job, lover.” Lily leaned over and kissed James’ cheek. “It’s Lily Jay Evans.”

Remus blinked at her. “J, for Jade.”

“J-a-y, like the bird. Aw, look at his poor little face.”

“We’ve been friends for almost ten years,” Remus said. “Ten fucking years, and I thought your middle name was Jade.”

“I almost feel bad now,” she laughed. “Well, now you know. Second question: what’s my favorite snack?”

Time ticked by; Remus’ pen squeaked on the board and he visibly cringed. “Oh, god, that was awful.”

The chiming sound came again. “Flip!” Lily announced. “James, I feel like I should take away points for that answer.”

“Come on, you knew I wasn’t going to pass up that opportunity,” James snickered as he erased the ‘me’ written in bold block letters.

“The correct answer is Swedish Fish,” she informed him, accepting Remus’ high-five blindly. “Nice one, Re. Question number three: who is my celebrity crush? And no, Potter, you don’t count.”

“They’ve been married for a year and she still calls him that,” Remus said while he wrote. “Eight years of dating. God knows how long of knowing each other. And still, it’s ‘hey, Potter’ and ‘nice hair, Evans’ and ‘looking good, Potter’ as far as the eye can see.”

“You have no ground to stand on, Mr.-My-Boyfriend-Hasn’t-Said-My-Real-Name-For-Six-Months,” Lily snorted. “Time’s up!”

Both men turned their whiteboards, then reached across Lily for a fist-bump. “Can’t go wrong with Sandra Oh,” James said as Lily gave them both a pleased look. “The number of times we’ve watched ‘Killing Eve’…”

“Is between me, you, and Hulu,” Lily finished for him with a playful kiss to his cheek. “Way to go, you two. Question four: who is my least favorite Lion?”

James barked a laugh and immediately turned to his board; Remus shook his head with a smile. “I wonder who this could be?” he said sarcastically.

The camera crew burst out laughing when they revealed their answers. “That motherfucker triggered my labor and I stand by it,” Lily said, barely keeping down her amusement. “Sirius, I love you, don’t ever do that again. You and your toothpick ribs, Jesus Christ. This next one’s a bit of a softball: who is my favorite Lion?”

They both wrote quickly that time—Remus spent the remaining five seconds after they finished trying to hide his board from Lily as she leaned over for a sneak peek. “Stop it!” he hissed, kicking her lightly on the ankle. “You can’t look yet!”

“But it’s my birthday!” she complained. The alarm went off and Remus rolled his eyes as he handed her the board. She hummed noncommittally. “Bummer, you got it right.”

“Of course I did, I have eyes.”

James looked between them, obviously lost. “Wait, what? What do you mean? Remus is literally your best friend!”

“Well, yeah, but it’s Leo,” Lily said, as if that explained everything. James’ lower lip slid into a pout as he erased his answer and she kissed his nose. “It’s fine, there are a ton of questions left. Number six: what’s my favorite swear word?”

James thought for a moment, then raised his hand. “Is it a single word, or can I write a phrase?”

“Single word,” Marlene answered.

Lily frowned. “Aw, man, I wasn’t going to tell him. Ready?”

“Yep,” they said in unison.

“Oh, good answers,” she mused. “I love the thought you both put into it. I do say ‘shit’ under my breath a lot, but ‘fuck’ is just so multi-purpose.”

“Noun, adjective, and verb,” Remus agreed as they bumped elbows. James looked even more distressed than before.

“Come on, lover, this is your redemption,” Lily teased. “What’s my go-to karaoke song?”

“Oh, fuck,” James muttered.

Remus raised his eyebrows and nodded to the camera. “See? Multipurpose.”

Marlene gave them an extra five seconds to write; when the timer went off, Lily bit her lip. “Jamie, I jinxed you.”

“No,” James gasped. “You love Shania Twain!”

“Yeah, but ‘Man, I Feel Like A Woman’ is reserved for Harzy, not for me. ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ has always been my tried-and-true.”

Remus leaned into his sightline with a grin. “You want to know why it’s her favorite karaoke song?”

“Don’t you even—”

“Because she sings it with her best friend in the whole wide world.”

James kicked him lightly on the ankle. “Next scrimmage, I will beat your ass.”

“You’ve gotta catch me first,” Remus laughed, dodging a second attack by less than inch. “Hey!”

“Stop stealing my wife!”

“No!”

“If anyone knocks my party hat off, both of you are on diaper duty for the next week,” Lily threatened, holding her arms out. “I paid good money for this.”

Remus cocked his head. “I paid you.”

“Is it your birthday? No? Then shut your face. Question number eight: what’s my favorite color? Choose carefully.” Lily waited patiently for the timer to chime, readjusting the party hat elastic. “On three. One, two, three, go!”

“Wrong!” James crowed before Lily could even say a word. “Remus Lupin, tell the press how it feels to know absolutely nothing about your own best friend.”

“Fuck you, purple is 100% her favorite…” He trailed off when Lily covered her mouth with her hand. “Are you kidding me?”

“He’s right,” she murmured, tilting her head toward James and his wicked grin.

“Sage green, motherfucker!” James pumped his fist. “Sage green napkins at our wedding and sage green curtains in the living room and the closest thing to sage green on her engagement ring. I win, you lose, everyone go home.”

Remus turned to Lily. “Please divorce him.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I can’t. He’s cute.”

“No, he’s not.”

“He really is.”

“You have terrible taste in men.”

“He’s good in bed.”

“I still don’t believe that for a second.”

“Unfortunately, it’s true. He’s also super nice, and smart, and basically a human teddy bear.”

“Look at his—” Remus sighed and put his head in his hands. “His fuckin’ face, oh my god.”

James’ pure elation had not dimmed by a single degree throughout their conversation; if he smiled any wider, his face was going to break. “We only have a few questions left,” Lily said with a sympathetic pat to Remus’ knee. “Buck up, Lupin, you know this one. What was the name of my childhood pet?”

Remus sighed, and begrudgingly began to write. James took a visible pause before scribbling down his answer. “Fluffy?” he guessed when their time was up. “It was a cat, right?”

“Her name was actually Snoozles,” Remus corrected, flipping his board. “She was a tabby that Lily pulled out of a dumpster behind Walmart and lived to be 16 and a half years old.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“My parents said that about her a lot,” Lily agreed. “Good memory, Re. What’s my favorite ice cream flavor?”

“I feel like I shouldn’t be losing this badly,” James said. “I mean, I’ve known you longer. I have a child with you. I married you.”

“Yeah, but Remus has sleepovers with me.”

James gave her an incredulous look. “We’ve been having sleepovers, like, every night for five years!”

“See, these are the times when I remember you’re an only child,” Remus said as he capped his pen. “It’s different. You get to know all the gossip about me, and I get to know Lily’s deepest, darkest insecurities while I do a shit job of painting her nails.”

“I know literally nothing about you, Loops.”

“You know everything! You and Sirius gossip all the time!”

“I don’t even know what part of Wisconsin you’re from!” James protested. “Remus, I thought you were straight for eight years and continued to think that while you were actively dating my best friend.”

Remus looked somewhat abashed. “In your defense, the last part wasn’t your fault. That was an intentional secret and Lily didn’t know, either.”

“I kind of did. And he’s from Madison,” Lily added. “Apparently, I’m the wrong person who needs to be answering questions. James, you’re right. Re, wrong answer.”

Remus checked his board and frowned. “But you are lactose intolerant.”

“Lactose-free ice cream, babe,” she said. “Or Lactaid. Everyone knows I’m a slut for sorbet. Oh, I really hope you both get this one. Do I like sparkly or shiny things better?”

They cut the timer early and the two men revealed their whiteboards at the same time with matching grins. “The coin was a giveaway,” Remus said. “Enamel pins, quarters, tiaras, mirrors…”

James leaned over and left a light kiss on Lily’s cheek. “It is so easy to find shiny presents.”

“Are you two ready for the last one?” Lily asked, shaking her head. “Cause if you want to keep making me sound like a crow, I’ll have to invoke birthday privileges.”

“Shoot.”

“What is my favorite lipstick color? You get an extra ten seconds for this question.” A small clock marked their time in the upper corner of the screen as James and Remus wrote their answers; when it finally reached zero, Lily smiled. “I’m really excited to see if one of you got it.”

“I feel a little bit bad about not knowing the name because it lives in your purse,” James said as he turned his board. “But it’s pink and comes in a shiny silver bottle with a clear part on the top.”

“Re?”

“Uh, the dark red one? I also don’t know the name.”

Lily looked between their answers and nodded slowly, biting her lower lip. “Jamie, I love you, so I’m really sorry that you lost.”

James’ mouth fell open. “But you wear it every day!”

“But the red one is my favorite, which is why I only wear it on special occasions.”

“That makes no sense,” he whispered, looking to Remus.

Remus raised his hands. “Don’t look at me, man, I just know her Christmas list. Do we have an official point count?”

“We do!” Marlene called. “James, you have five points, but Remus won this game with a total of eight.”

James rested his face in his hands as Remus went to claim his cupcake. “I am the worst husband in the entire world,” he mumbled, propping his glasses up to rub his eyes. “I don’t even…Lils, you tell me things, right?”

“I tell you lots of things,” she assured him with a pat to his back. “I’m sure you would’ve won against anyone but Remus.”

“But I lost. On a quiz about you, the one thing I actually know stuff about,” he laughed. “You totally would have won if we switched places.”

“Against Remus? I’d wipe the floor with him,” Lily agreed. “Against Cap? Baby, I would lose so fast it wouldn’t even be funny.”

Remus licked a bit of frosting off his lip. “Do you want some of my cupcake, Pots?”

James sighed. “Yeah, that actually sounds really good.”

“Sick, here.” He broke it in half and passed it behind Lily’s head. “Don’t share with your wife, she was mean to me earlier.”

“Oh, Re,” Lily snorted. “Sweet, sweet, Remus Lupin, as if he would deny me a bite of that cupcake.”

“We’re going home together!” James defended as he broke off the top half and handed it to Lily despite Remus’ betrayed expression. “Come on, she’s in direct control of my baby and the bed!”

“Thank you for joining us for my birthday,” Lily said to the camera with a catlike grin as she got the last of the frosting off her pinky. “Holy shit, Marlene, that cupcake rocked. Have a good one, Lions! Find something shiny and tag me on Instagram!”

[wtfevenismypage]

Curiosity Killed The Cat

request: request. i’m not sure if you’re comfortable with writing it but it’s worth a try the team is always teasing spencer saying “he’s definitely a virgin” and he’s like “wtf no i’m not” one day they’re like ok well then y/n can see for herself, y/n is like “😳i didn’t sign up for this” and long story short they come back to the bau and the team is like “ ok soooo?” and y/n is like zoning out mumbling “you were wrong”

Warnings: SMUT (Penetration, oral (female recieving), spanking, over-stimulation, choking, degrading kink)

A/N: YO SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, I am going to start publishing fics again, but updates will be very very slow. They’ll increase eventually, but for now, they are slow. Love you all!

The night began at work. A late night with the team at the office, stacks of files mounted on all of your desks and you’re all gathered around to keep each other awake.

“Ugh. This is too much work. Seriously. Can’t killers ever take a break?”

You whine, spinning in the swivel chair and holding a file in the air. Morgan chuckles, staring at his own file before speaking.

“I need a drink after this.”

“You and me both Morgs.”

“I told you to stop calling me that Girly.”

You chuckle, stopping your spinning and standing up to stretch. It feels nearly impossible to stay awake. Not necessarily because you’re tired, but you’ve been staring at similar files all day and it’s getting boring and tiring.

 “I’ll do refills on coffee. Gimme your mugs.”

You say, letting them pile different sizes of cups and mugs in your arms. You saunter over to the coffee machine and set them on the counter.

You set the pot for a lot of coffee and quickly dash to Hotch’s office, where him and Rossi are.

“Yo, I’m making coffee, y’all need refills?”

They shake their heads and you shrug, returning to the coffee machine and pouring the coffee in the mugs before adding cream and sugar.

“How much sugar tonight Reid?”

You ask, turning to the tall doctor with a smirk. Luckily, you and your team are the only people left in the bullpen so you can be as loud as you want.

“A lot.”

You snort, grabbing the box of sugar and piling it in, almost emptying it before putting it on the shelf and making a few trips to distribute the coffee.

“Here you are Spencer, sugar with some coffee on the side.”

You chuckle, sitting in your chair again and picking a new file up, only to find that this was the last file.

“Oh. Anyone else wanna give me files? I’m on my last one.”

Morgan and Emily immediately run up to you with files, dropping them on your desk and thanking you. It made you laugh, watching smiles grown on their faces.

“Okay team. We’re almost finished. Just a little bit more now.”

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A few hours later you, Spencer, Rossi, and Hotch are finished with your stacks, waiting for the other three with Penelope, discussing bars to go to.

“Oooo there’s a new one downtown, we should go there.”

“Can you guys hold back your alcohol talk until tonight please? I just wanna get out of here fast and maybe get lucky tonight.”

Emily pleads, making you and the other women go “oooo” while the men groan.

“Oh boy you are right Em. I haven’t gotten laid in so long. Too long.”

You say, leaning back in your chair and looking at a flabbergasted Penelope.

“How long?”

She asks, staring at you in disbelief. You were a very beautiful woman (Don’t you fucking dare say otherwise) so people often assumed you had sex often. You weren’t private about it either. So what if people judged you? Sex is natural and anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

“Since my first time in middle school. I had a delusion that sex was gonna be this amazing thing and then it was actually terrible. I gave up all hope and never slept with anyone ever again. So you know, it is what it is.”

Everyone looked at you in shock, confused as to how you went your whole life without sex.

“Wait really?”

Morgan questions, his attention dropping from the files to you in an instant. Spencer simply stared at you in disbelief, his expression suddenly making you nervous.

“Y-yeah. I haven't had sex since middle school. It isn’t a big deal.”

You defend, but Penelope wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Oh honey I’m definitely finding you someone to take home.”

“Hey, at least you had your first time, unlike pretty boy over here.”

Morgan teases, messing with Spencer’s hair. Spencer was often teased for being a virgin, but none of you knew what to believe. He said he wasn’t, but refused to tell even Morgan about any of his times.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys, I’m not a virgin!”

“Then tell us about one time.”

Morgan says, a wide smirk on his face at the disheveled state of the genius doctor. Poor Reid just wanted to be left alone but Morgan will not let this go.

“Morgan. Not all of us are public about our sex lives like you bud. Sometimes I wish you were as secretive as Reid. None of us want to hear about how you “got it on”.”

Morgan grimaces, and Spencer looks to you thankfully. 

“C’mon Y/N, you aren’t even a little curious?”

Emily asks from her desk, finally finishing up the last file with JJ. You shrug, playing with your hair briefly.

“Of course I’m super curious, but, unlike you lust goblins, I stand with Hotch and Rossi and don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

Various groans come from the team as you fist-bump Hotch and Rossi, laughing at their defeat.

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When Morgan finally finishes, you all head to the new bar downtown, smiling at the flashing lights of the dance floor and immediately going to a small table with the rest of the team.

“Oh hells yes! This place is already fun!”

Penelope squeals, waving a worker over to get food. Morgan sits next to you, Emily on your other side and Spencer is next to Morgan and Hotch. 

“Alright my baby’s we are partying until Y/N gets lucky!”

You chuckle at Penelope’s words, raising a glass of water to your lips and taking a big swig of it before looking around. The people in there were definitely attractive, but your mind never swayed from a certain genius.

You meant it when you said you were curious, your mind had always wandered to certain images when you went to sleep, constantly imagining what he would be like.

You’re mind was so easily destroyed by him. All of your thoughts contorted by him. To the point where you can’t imagine sleeping with any of these other people, but you’re scared to ruin your friendship with him by trying to sleep with him.

“Ah guys. I’m fine. I don’t want to sleep with someone I don’t know.”

Morgan groans, nudging your side and making you laugh.

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A few hours later, Spencer has abandoned ship and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone with the rest of the team as you eat some wings.

“Oh my god I know how to figure out if Reid’s a virgin or not!”

Penelope shouts, you look at her excited face, just smirking as she squeals.

“And what is your plan?”

“One of us hooks up with him!”

You all choke on your food and drinks, staring at her in shock.

“I’m sorry what? Did you just say-”

“Actually that’s not a bad idea.”

Hotch cuts you off. You turn to his smirking face in shock. Never in a million years would you have thought that Aaron Hotchner thought one of you sleeping with Reid is a good idea.

“Hotch! Wouldn’t that like, mess with work or something?”

He shrugs, turning to you and smirking.

“What can I say? I’m curious too.”

You sigh, chuckling a bit and shaking your head.

“I say Y/N does it.”

“What?”

“Yeah! Y/N is single and hasn’t gotten laid in a while, it’s perfect!”

“Guys no I-”

“Oh my god you’re right! Plus there’s plenty of sexual tension between the two of them.”

You sigh, knowing they won’t let up until this happens. When the team wants something, they make it happen.

“Okay guys, I didn’t sign up for this, I’m not your test dummy.”

You say, putting your wings down on the plate in front of you and looking around at them all.

“Please girly? Pretty please?”

Morgan begs, clutching your hand tightly and shaking it up and down like a child who wants a toy.

“Y/N, I will make sure you get a raise in your paycheck.”

You stop and think about it for a second.

It could ruin your relationship with him forever, then again, he’s the type to forgive and forget when it comes to his friends.

And if it did work out, then things could be awkward between the two of you for a long time, or worse, he’d regret it. And like all the things he regrets, he’d ignore you until you disappeared.

And the worst you can think of, you take his virginity. Not someone he loves, not his girlfriend or wife, you. His bestfriend and co-worker. 

But still, just that small percentage that everything might go completely right and you might even get a second time with him makes it feels like it might be worth it.

“Okay fine. But I don’t want a raise. If I’m doing this it’s because I want to.”

They all cheer and you just smile, taking a swig of beer before motioning for Morgan to switch seats with you so that when Spencer comes back he’ll be next to you.

Within a few minutes Spencer returns and you feel a heat travel up your neck as you look at him. He turned to you and smiled, sending shivers up your spine as you smiled back.

“Why’d you switch places?”

He asks, you turn to Morgan for help, pleading him to come up with a fake story.

“Emily kept poking her so she told me to switch.”

He says, you practically glare daggers at him, but you go with it, turning back to Spencer and nodding with a smile.

“Yep, so now, you are stuck with me.”

You joke, trying to ease the dusty pink on your cheeks, and nudge him gently in the arm.

In a few minutes you muster up the courage to let your hand travel off of the counter and onto Spencer’s thigh, feeling your entire face go crimson at the feeling of the hard muscle.

He choked on his water briefly before looking at you, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your red face. You were trying to hide any emotion you felt out of embarrassment. 

He didn’t say anything though, you’re hand felt warm against the cool breeze of the bar, and he wasn’t opposed to your touch whatsoever.

Everyone continued talking and laughing as your hand inched upwards, and you could feel his body tense up every once in a while, and every time he did, you paused, giving him a moment to push your hand away or tell you to stop, but he didn’t. Not even when you began massaging and squeezing the muscle in your hands.

In fact, he at some point grabbed your hand and positioned it right above his own cock. You weren’t touching it yet, just hovering in slight fear.

He wants this.

You thought before slowly lowering your hand, your eyes widening at the feeling of his semi hard and fairly large cock. What the hell were you getting yourself into?

You glance at him quickly, only to find him staring straight back at you with lust lidded eyes. They were intimidating, almost scary. Usually you would have hated to be on the receiving end of this glare, but in this context, it made you feel like a match had been lit inside of you and you were just left there with a lit match inside of you.

The moment you squeezed your hands just slightly, he abruptly stood up, your hand falling from his crotch. Everyone looks at him in shock as he yanks you up.

“I need to talk to you.”

Is all he says before dragging you away. You only had a split second to turn and see the teams faces, but they were all pretty much the same. 

A shit eating smile with wiggling eyebrows.

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From the moment you were yanked into the private room with Spencer, you were super nervous. It had been years, you were inexperienced. What if he didn’t like it? What if he left because you were bad at it?

He seemed to notice your panicked state and sat you down on the bed, crouching in front of you and taking your hands in his.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. As much as I would love to prove to you that I really am not a virgin, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But if you say yes, I will pillage your body to the point that you can’t walk next week.”

Well shit, now you were fully convinced and super turned on. You had thought he was vanilla, or maybe even a bottom, but oh wow you were so wrong.

“Do it.”

Those were the only two words needed for Spencer Reid to pounce, and your plane of vision was knocked over, now laying on your back as he traps you under his body. 

His lips are everywhere. They’re on yours at first, but they travel to your jaw, your neck, and his lengthy fingers work at the buttons on your dress shirt rapidly. 

“Shit Spencer...”

You whine out as he works his hands across your body. They feel like fire against your skin. His lips are wet and messy, kissing and marking your neck for the world to see.

You grip his shirt, tugging at it and opening your mouth to speak, but a moan slips out instead. You shut your eyes in embarrassment as you feel his lips curl upwards on your collarbone, the suckling feeling feeling so warm and tingly.

“What is it baby? You want me to take my shirt off? huh?”

You nod eagerly, chest rising and falling quickly as he raises his body off of yours, and you open your heavy eyes to see him strip off his shirt. He isn’t muscly, but he’s perfect, he looks perfect.

“What do you want baby?”

You stumble over your words, your mind already fuzzy somehow by just his lips.

“You. I want you. Please Spencer I want you.”

 You beg, your hands travelling up his torso and feeling his soft skin. He leans down again, towering over you and smashing his lips on your while his hands work on getting your pants off.

His lips were safe, careful. Not aggressive, and his tongue that tasted the inside of your mouth was warm and loving, savoring your taste as you whined into his.

He was smiling so widely against your skin, his pride booming at the way you reacted to his touch. He never once thought he could get you to react like this.

“You just wanted to see if I was a virgin huh? You curious?”

You nod and shake your head, confused on why you were doing this as well. You wanted this so much it almost hurt, you’ve wanted this since day one. You were also really curious as well though.

“You know what they say.”

He leans into your ear, kissing your neck and biting your ear.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

You felt his fingers rub at your clothed pussy, your black cloth panties preventing him from fucking you with his fingers. His fingers rub against your clit, the cotton creating friction on it as well.

 “Please Spencer! Please please please!”

You beg, feeling his breath land on your cold skin in a way that felt so raw and rigid. He tugs at your panties, freeing your cunt as a finger rubs against your clit, the bundle of nerves jolting you up.

A loud moan escapes your lips as he continues circling your clit with his long fingers, His lips kissing your open ones.

Two fingers probe into you, scissoring themselves inside of you. You groan into his mouth as they curl upwards into your wet cunt.

“Shit!”

He moves his head between your thighs, licking a wet stripe up your clit, flicking it around as you moan at the sensitive feeling. It feels like electricity lighting up the sensitive nub.

A pressure builds between your legs, a spring coiling in your stomach as he suckles on your clit, fucking you fast with his fingers.

“Spencer! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it.”

It hits you like a fiery clap of thunder, the feeling so extreme and hot it almost makes you scream and you can only hope no one heard you over the music outside.

Your breathing is labored as your high dies down, but Spencer doesn’t let up, he flips you over onto your stomach, dragging you to your knees by your hips. 

“Wha-”

You get cut off by your own moan of pain, the tip of his cock slowly being pressed into your tight and wet cunt.

“It’ll get better baby, I’ll go slow, I promise. Just tell me when you want me to go, and when you want me to stop. Okay?”

You nod against the pillow under your face, tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes. A hand lands on your ass, making you yelp at the rough feeling.

“Words baby.”

You moan, palming the sheets with your fists as he pulls out completely, leaving you to feel empty.

“Okay! Please Spencer! Please I need you!”

You could practically feel his pride rolling off of him as he pushes into your sex slowly, filling you up fully. 

It’s a stinging feeling, as if you were being torn apart. But he waits, he let’s you adjust to his girthy size before moving. He really was gentle. You hadn’t expected him to be rough exactly, but he was shockingly gentle and patient.

Eventually, you got used to the feeling, it felt so satisfying as well. The feeling of being so full and warm was so pleasuring, it sent little jolts of pleasure up your spine and out your mouth, making Spencer smirk.

“You’re so tight for me. You so curious you let me fuck you huh? So eager?”

You nod, burying your face into the pillows. You want him to move, to fuck you until you break, but words won’t come out, so you move your hips forwards, letting part of him slip out of you before moving him back into your dripping cunt.

A loud groan escapes both of your lips at the feeling, his hand lands on your ass again, reddening it before taking the hint and thrusting into you carefully.

“Oh... Holy crap!”

You moan out as he continues to clench your hips, surely leaving bruises tomorrow. His thrusts remained slow and deep, but it felt just right. He let his hands wander, travelling up and down your body.

His fingers find your bra, unclipping it and letting it fall off. Your breasts move to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Faster... Please Spencer faster!”

“What’s that my little slut? You want more? You gonna be a greedy little slut?”

You could feel your cheeks become a dark crimson color, slightly embarrassed at the degrading language he was using, but you nod nonetheless, wanting him to pound into you shamelessly.

“Very well. What a dirty slut wants, she gets.”

His pace quickens suddenly, each thrust into you sharp and hitting into you just right. Loud moans escape both yours and Spencer’s lips, the room becoming sweaty and sticky quickly.

“This want you want you whore? You just want to be fucked like a cheap whore?”

Pointless babbles fall out of your mouth, quiet “Yes” and “I’m your cheap whore” being mumbled as he pounded into from behind. 

A gasp escapes your lips as he lands another smack to your ass, leaving a burning sensation that felt so damn pleasurable after the initial sting.

A familiar pressure builds up between your thighs again, Your legs trembling under the Thunderous feeling of your orgasm washing over your entire body.

You had thought that two orgasms would have been enough for him, but he doesn’t let up, even flipping you back over and thrusting into you harder. 

“S-Spencer!”

You gasp and squirm as his fingers find your sensitive and swollen clit, pinching and rubbing it with his thumb and index finger. It felt like a wave of nerves jolting every bone, your back arching off of the cushion underneath you.

He continues pounding into you mercilessly, admiring the way your tits bounce at his pace, the way you so desperately panted for mercy, but your body betrayed you.

If you really wanted him to get off of you, you would have made it much more clear, you would have been pushing him off more, but you were more just clutching him closer than anything, wriggling your body around.

You couldn’t form any words at this point, chasing after your third orgasm endlessly. You manage to spot the hand that isn’t abusing your clit snake its way up your body, playing and pinching your nipples briefly before wrapping itself around your neck. 

Soft squeezes are delivered to your throat, making you whimper and whine, your own hands reaching his wrist for support, feeling up the vein-y muscles.

“Spencer! Spencer I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum!”

You whimper out, his hand tightens around your throat and his fingers rub your clit faster and harder, abusing the already raw nerves. 

Everything felt so overwhelming. Your body was shaking aggressively each time he rubbed your swollen nub, and the feeling of him pounding into your wet cunt repeatedly slamming your sweet spot mercilessly and choking you out at the same time was so raw and powerful. 

It felt unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And with a broken moan, you came all over his cock, clenching around him and pushing him over the edge as well. 

He came right inside of you, riding out his high while slowing the rubs delivered to your clit. Your insides were twitching like crazy around his sensitive cock, making him groan while watching your entire body shake.

Soon after you both came, he pulled out, letting his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, pulling your body to sit up.

“Well, did I pass your test?”

You lazily nod at his question. You panted heavily, trying to chase after your breath.

“Holy shit Spencer... That was... Wow.”

He chuckled, grabbing your clothes off of the floor and placing them next to you.

“Need help cleaning up?”

You shook your head, meeting his starstruck eyes for the first time since he choked you. They were so bright, so in awe. 

“Alright, well I’m gonna head home so I don’t have to face the others. See you at work?”

“See ya.”

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Twenty minutes later, Spencer had gone home and you had finished getting all of his cum out of you, and now you were fully dressed, making your way back to the others in a shell shocked state of mind.

Everyone else was trying their hardest not to laugh at the sight of your shaky legs when you stumbled into your chair, red hickies all over your neck. You sat with a blank stare in your eyes, chugging your water.

“So?”

Morgan asked, knowing the answer already but just wanting to hear it anyways.

“You were wrong.”

You managed to mumble out. Everyone broke out laughing, even Hotch and Rossi.

You continued to eat your wings, The memory of what just happened stuck on replay in your brain.

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[silver-tongued-bby]

Discretion

Pairing: Dom!CEO!Loki x Reader

Summary: After dropping out of grad school and moving back home you expected very little of your summer. That is until you realise your neighbour, Mr. Laufeyson, has other plans. Set in the mid 90s!

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!! This is a Dom!Loki fic - though it's not super bd/sm heavy, it explores themes of voyeurism, dub!con spanking, humiliation and degradation. Sexual acts are described including vaginal fingering, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving) and sexual intercourse (f/m). Smoking is also described. Please read at your own discretion (hehe see what I did there?).

Words: 5,026

Author's Note: I'm excited to say that this is my first ever submission for a challenge! Specifically it's for @boxofbonesfic's Hot Girl Summer Challenge.

I chose prompt 12 (Home for the Summer) and a slightly edited version of quote 17 ("If I have to tell you again to take that off, you’re not gonna like me sweetheart darling.") then for kinks I chose voyeurism/exhibitionism and degradation though there's a sprinkling of praise kink in there too.

Not sure why when I think of summer I think of mid 90s summers but here we are. This kinda went places I didn't expect, nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

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God you were bored.

Stretching out on the lounge chair you sighed, letting your shoulders droop with the long exhale.

“Oh honey, you can’t keep sitting out here in the sun.” Your eyes rolled behind your dark sunglasses, turning towards your stepmother as she came down the stairs from the deck of the house.

“It’ll give you wrinkles dear,” she was standing beside you now, hands on her hips as she stared down at you. She was wearing that ridiculous hat again- the one with the brim as wide as she was tall.

“Carla, darling, we can’t all hide away from life in hopes to look as good as you do.” You lazily gazed at her, sitting up to find your pack of cigarettes on the side table. Taking one out you brought it to your mouth and lit it with your gold plated zippo. You took a long inhale before exhaling right in her face, “when I tell people you’re 53 they can hardly believe it.” Her eyes widened- you’d found her drivers license months ago and held the knowledge of her true age over her since then. You continued, ”my compliments to your doctors. Oh and Botox, kudos to Botox.”

Her little hands formed fists, fake nails pressing tiny neon-pink crescents into her palm.

You laughed, lounging back in the chair as you leisurely took drags off your cigarette. Smiling to yourself as you counted- three, two, one, before Carla shrieked and turned.

“Arthur! Arthur!” She screeched, running back up the stairs to tell your father.

You were a little less bored now, but making Carla’s face turn red could only give you so much satisfaction. You knew your father could care less, they were both about to leave for the Côte D’Azur tomorrow for the rest of the summer, leaving you here alone to “consider the consequences of your actions.” Or however your father had put you dropping out of school after one year of graduate studies in Classics.

He couldn’t help himself from belittling your degree while you were studying, then once you’d decided it wasn’t for you his lectures changed to be about “never giving up” and “seeing something through.” You both knew he simply didn’t want you around- he just couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

“Now those will definitely give you wrinkles,” you heard a smooth, silky voice coming from behind you that made your heart race. Smiling, you swung your legs over the side of your chair, taking off your sunglasses and snuffing out your cigarette.

“Mr. Laufeyson,” you started, eyeing the lithe figure as he emerged from the shadows. He held his hands in his pockets, his crisp black trousers fit perfectly to his frame. The sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the pale skin of his toned forearms. You were well aware of the small scraps of white fabric covering your body, and you enjoyed watching his eyes trace over your skin. You’d lusted after him ever since your father had moved here during your first year of college. You’d met him at one of Carla’s Christmas parties- she invited everyone from the gated community over, including your neighbour, Loki Laufeyson.

“I’m so sorry if my stepmother’s incessant shrieking ruined your afternoon,” you grimaced, taking a sip of the ice cold vodka soda beside you. “Is there anything I can do to remedy the situation?” you asked, your eyes innocently meeting his.

He chuckled. “Oh I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve already thought of something,” he said under his breath loud enough for you to just make out. He strolled towards you and took a seat on the lounge chair beside yours. “I’m actually here to see your Father. He’s asked me to check in on things here while him and Carla are away.”

You rolled your eyes- of course he did. You caught Mr. Laufeyson staring at you as you did that, his expression darkening slightly and his eyebrow raising before he continued. “I am surprised to see you here- last I’d heard you were studying in Europe. Graduate studies in Classics, right?”

“Yeah. It didn’t exactly pan out.” You looked down, cursing yourself for feeling your face grow hot. The last thing you needed was your gorgeous neighbour feeling sorry for you.

“Laufeyson you bastard, you’re late!” Your Father was coming down the stairs, jovial with his greeting.

Loki got up from his seat to meet your father. “Arthur,” he said, shaking his hand. “My apologies, I got held up at the office. It’s been insanity since the new acquisition.”

You tuned out the rest of the business jargon and settled back into your seat, facing the other way. You put your sunglasses back on, wincing once your heard Carla’s shrill voice coming from above.

“Is that Loki Laufeyson? Oh it’s been ages!” she gushed.

“I suppose it has.” You could tell she’d pulled him in for a hug and a kiss on either cheek. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the clear discomfort in his voice.

“So I can trust you to keep an eye on the place?” your father chimed in.

“Certainly, although it seems your daughter is perfectly capable of doing so herself.” Mr. Laufeyson rightfully pointed out. You raised an eyebrow, wishing you could see the expression on your dear dad’s face from your position. Mr. Laufeyson was probably the only person in this community that could and would tell your Father that- his annual appearance in Forbes certainly cemented the position.

“You never know with kids, Laufeyson. No matter how old they get you can’t trust them to carry through with something. Just wait until you have one of your own- then you’ll know what I’m talking about." He laughed loudly. You scoffed. Fucking asshole.

“I see. I’ll keep an eye out then.” Mr. Laufeyson said cooly.

“Right well feel free to pop by anytime, we leave tomorrow morning. Here’s the number of my cellular telephone- I always have it on me you know.” Your father was obsessed with his clunky mass of plastic- he brought it everywhere he went, mostly to brag about it to strangers or talk obnoxiously on it to avoid conversations with you or Carla.

“He really does. Even in the bedroom!” Carla giggled, causing you to shudder in disgust.

“Of course, well I should be on my way.” He stepped back over to you. “I suppose I’ll be seeing you around. Here’s my information,” he placed a thick, black and white business card onto the small table beside you. “In case of emergency.”

You pulled your sunglasses down your nose and slid your eyes up his body, biting your lip as you met his stare. “I’ll be sure to remember. See you around, Mr. Laufeyson.”

He considered you for a moment and you thought he was about to say something else before he nodded and turned, heading for the gate.

You settled back in your seat and nestled the headphones of your discman over your ears. You pressed the play button, the beat of Mariah Carey’s “Fantasy” drowning out whatever Carla and your father were arguing about once their guest had left.

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It was much later that evening that you finally slipped from your room to find some dinner. The house was dark- you knew your father and Carla had an early flight. Grabbing a wrapped plate from the fridge that the housekeeper had left you you headed to the back deck to eat. You kept the lights off as you watched the dim foamy white of the ocean’s waves hitting the rocks below, finding peace in the sound.

Finishing your meal you were about to head inside when you saw a light come on out of the corner of your eye. From where you were sitting you could see into a room on the top floor of Mr. Laufeyson’s house. Interesting- you’d never seen into this room before, the windows that faced your father’s house were usually shuttered. You laid back and lit a cigarette, choking on the inhale when you saw Mr. Laufeyson emerge, shirtless, his eyes dark and hungry. He was pulling a woman behind him, a blonde, her shirt unbuttoned to expose a lacy red bra. Once he stood at the edge of the bed he turned around to kiss her, his hands moving to the clasp of her bra. Undoing it, he pulled away to slide it down her arms before turning her around and unzipping her skirt, leaving her in just a high waisted red lace thong.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You were transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of you. He flung her on the bed- from your position you could see it all as if it were happening in a room adjacent to yours. Climbing over her he dipped his head to capture her lips once more as he ground against her. Your legs clenched together as you continued to smoke your cigarette, the combined effect of the nicotine and the scene in front of you making your head spin.

His hand trailed down to the red lace covering her heat as he continued to kiss and grind against her. Slipping his fingers in you found you were doing the same to yourself, feeling the hot wet of your arousal. He had pulled away from her now, watching her face intently as her back arched up off of the mattress, her hands clutching his toned arms. He was saying something to her, his eyes going from her face to her heaving breasts as he continued to work his hand inside of her. A flush was blooming on her chest, her mouth open and her eyebrows drawn together. You were moving your hand in time with his, your arousal coating your fingers. His movements became faster as he continued to speak to her, smiling menacingly before her back arched fully off the bed, her hands grasping at him. Withdrawing from the dampened red lace his fingers glistened in the light, wet from her release.

He easily picked her up off the bed, carrying her to the window sill. He roughly pulled her panties down before he undid his trousers then lined himself up at her entrance. He pressed into her, her back flat against the glass and his face visible beside the back of her head, his eyes closed. You imagined how it’d feel, the cool glass against your back, his warm hand firmly gripping your thigh, his strong arms holding your legs open as he fucked you. He began to move inside of her then his eyes opened, staring straight at you in the darkness. Your heart beat faster as you felt yourself blush- surely he couldn’t see you out here, you were shrouded in the dark. You could barely see the outline of your hand as you brought it to your face for another puff. You froze- the cigarette.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hissed, quickly removing your hand from its position and shakily putting out the cigarette on your dinner plate. Sliding your chair out quietly you chanced one last look towards the window- he was smirking in your direction as he continued to move against the blonde. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you backed away towards the porch door. You could swear his eyes didn’t leave you once and it sent shudders through you. You made your way back to your room and lay awake for hours, each time you closed your eyes you saw his piercing blue-green stare and filthy smirk.

You must have drifted off at some point since you eventually awoke to silence- an anomaly. You’d usually wake to Carla’s screeching laugh as she spoke on the phone to her friends, or she’d send the housekeeper Marie to wake you. You checked the clock beside you- 9AM. Carla and your father were long gone by now.

You smiled at that, stretching lazily before cranking the radio and dancing around your room as you got ready, the sunlight beaming in through your window. Making your way to the main kitchen you froze, last night coming back to you. The way Mr. Laufeyson had looked out at you as if he were expecting you to be there. Did he leave the blinds open on purpose? You shook your head, no way he’d be that forward. Sure he flirted with you every now and then, but nothing beyond that. You pushed the thought from your mind for the rest of the day.

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A week passed quickly, you spent a lot of time with your friends, going shopping, to the beach, or local restaurants. You didn’t spend much time around the house so you hadn’t seen Mr. Laufeyson since the “incident”. On Friday you met up with some friends midday and got a ride to one of their parents’ beach houses. You spent the day there, drinking and laughing as you enjoyed the sun. Your friends dropped you back off at your place at around 7pm, you were pleasantly buzzed but looking forward to a quiet night in.

It was so hot outside you decided to take a dip in the pool. Cranking the radio in the backyard you decided to skinny dip- no one was home anyways. You sighed as your heated skin met the water, cooling instantly. You did a few laps before lazily swimming a backstroke and humming the music on the radio when you saw something coming towards you out of the corner of your eye. Standing upright you saw Mr. Laufeyson walking towards you from the door to the backyard, a smirk playing at his lips. Your heart started beating quickly as you realised the position you were in, remembering his hungry stare from last week. You swam over to the side of the pool to meet him.

“Hi,” he smiled, looking down at you.

You bit your lip and innocently looked up at him. “Hello, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“I’m sorry to intrude.”

“No worries. Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Laufeyson?” you asked, noticing his eyes taking in your body under the water. He definitely knew you were naked. Your thighs clenched together at the thought.

“I was coming to see you about something that happened last week that had me… concerned. I thought I saw someone out on the balcony, late at night. Was that you?”

You felt your cheeks grow hot, your heartbeat picking up to a mile a minute. “What day was this?”

“Last week Friday.” His face was serious as he strolled over to a pool chair, pulling it closer to the side and taking a seat.

“I’m not sure. I don’t think anyone was out there then.” The words came out a lot quicker than you’d meant. You were usually pretty good at lying but something in his voice made you want to tell him the truth, to please him.

He tsked. “I’ve seen you lie better than that. Try again darling.” He sounded bored as he reached for your pack of cigarettes on the side table. He raised an eyebrow in question as he drew out a cigarette. You nodded, nervously biting your lip as he lit it and crossed his legs, leisurely smoking while he stared you down.

“No words, little one?” he teased, smirking down at you. “Did you at least enjoy the show?”

You huffed- this was humiliating. How dare he? You found anger quickly overtaking your initial shock and embarrassment as you made your way to the pool stairs and got out. You raised an eyebrow at him and smiled when the smirk slid off his face at the sight of your naked, wet body. Two can play this game. Walking over to him you grabbed a towel off the chair and wrapped it around yourself.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply here,” you grabbed the cigarette from between his long, muscular fingers and took a long drag. “But I didn’t see you last Friday night. And I definitely didn’t see you fucking that blonde-” your eyes widened at your own confession.

He stood to his full height and stepped closer to you, looking down at you once more. You backed up a step, feeling the lounge chair behind you.

“Drop the towel,” he growled, the hungry look in his eyes fully directed at you this time.

“Listen-“ you started to explain yourself.

“Drop. The. Towel.” He enunciated each word with his crisp accent and perfect voice.

“I knew it- I knew you wanted to fuck me.” You smirked at him triumphantly as you took another drag.

“If I have to tell you again to take that off, you’re not gonna like me darling,” he threatened, stepping closer.

“Oh really?” You laughed, taunting him. “And what are you going to do, Mr. Laufeyson?” You blinked innocently at him, enjoying the way the muscles in his jaw clenched.

Suddenly he grabbed your jaw, firmly but not painfully as he brought his face inches from yours, your eyes locked.

“You fucking brat.” He roughly pulled the towel down, exposing your body to the warm air. He pinched the cigarette from your fingers, extinguishing it under his shoe on the concrete. “I’m going to have to teach you some manners, aren’t I?”

Before you could answer he spun you both around and sat on the lounge chair then pulled you over his lap, angling you so your top half rested on the chair, your hips over his. One hand firmly held your lower back in place, the other smoothed over the skin of your ass and you squirmed. His hand came down to spank you, hard. “First lesson- don’t fucking move until I tell you to.” You whined, your face burning.

His hand came down again in the same spot, causing you to hiss and grip the plastic of the chair in one hand and his thigh in the other. “Second lesson- always answer me.”

You were humiliated but you found yourself growing even more wet with each spank. First there was the pain, then a wave of pleasure that intensified when he smoothed his hand over the skin he’d hit.

He gave you another slap, “what did I just say?” He growled, his hand roughly gripping the skin this time.

“T-to always answer you.” Your voice was small as you stuttered, overwhelmed by the way he was making you feel.

“Good girl.” You'd felt a tiny swell of pride at that. “I’m going to spank you three more times. Count them for me.”

“Okay,” you nodded, worried if you didn’t answer he’d add more to the list. His hand came down on your other cheek, hard and fast.

“One,” you counted, taking a deep breath. Before you could forcibly relax your tense muscles his hand had struck your cheek once more, causing you to hiss.

Your finger tips were pressing into his thigh as you let out a breath, the sharp pain receding. “Two,” you licked your lips and tensed in anticipation of the third and final slap.

After a few seconds you relaxed then turned to catch his eye- he was darkly observing you with his jaw clenched. Suddenly he hit the skin once more, this time the hardest, causing you to cry out.

You composed yourself with a quick breath. “Three.”

“Well done, darling.” He was gently running over the sore skin with his large hands. You could feel his erection under you.

“I wish you could see how lovely you looked on my lap, taking your spanking so well.” He dipped his hand between your legs. You sucked in a breath when you felt his fingers brush along your wet slit causing you to writhe on his lap.

“My poor, little thing. You’re dripping,” his voice was pure sin as he brought his glistening fingers up to your face.

He shifted, his strong grip helping you off his lap so you stood before him on shaky legs. You bit your lip, face growing hot as suddenly became fascinated with your fingers, twisting them painfully.

He stood then, and brought his finger under your chin to guide your eyes to his. He wore a satisfied expression, a slight grin at his lips as he took in your naked form.

“Do you think you’ve learnt your lesson darling?” He asked, his eyes mocking yours.

You quickly nodded, feeling fully exposed in front of his fully clothed form.

He licked his lips. “Do you want to go upstairs so I can fuck you?”

Your cheeks burnt as you nodded quickly again.

“Answer me darling,” he dropped his hand from your chin.

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

A slow, filthy grin spread across his face. “Lead the way,” he motioned towards the stairs.

You bent to reach for your towel on the ground. “Ah, ah, no need for that darling.” His words stopped you. You shivered as you stood back up, another wave of heat pulsing through your core.

You tentatively walked up the steep stairs and he followed closely behind. You could feel his gaze on you with each step.

Once up on the patio you looked back at him, his eyes dark with hunger. You gave him a shy smile before leading him inside. You stopped- should you bring him to your bedroom?

Before you could finish your thought he slid up behind you, his hands coming to grip your waist. “Where shall I take you, darling?” He whispered in your ear, his breath making you shiver.

He let go of your waist to circle you, stopping before you. “Do you want me to ruin you on that god awful couch?” He looked over his shoulder to the gaudy floral couch Carla had ordered special from Italy. She wouldn’t let anyone who wasn’t company sit on it in fear of stains.

You smiled at the idea of ruining the couch with Mr. Laufeyson, knowing Carla would lose her mind- even more so if she found out how it got there. “Yes please.”

He pulled you towards it then gently guided you to sit at the edge of it, angling you so you were in one corner. His hands splayed over the skin of your legs, gently pushing them apart. The feeling of the cool air of the house on your slit gave you goosebumps.

He kept his eyes locked with yours as he knelt between your legs before he turned to press a kiss to your thigh close to your knee. He then bit the skin there, earning a sharp inhale from you before he soothed it with his warm tongue.

“Tell me, darling. Did you touch yourself? Did you play with yourself as you watched me?” His velvety voice sent an involuntary shudder through you, his eyes capturing yours.

He nipped at your thigh with his teeth, marring the skin. You yelped then swallowed. “Yes! Yes, I did.”

“Good girl.” He moved to repeat his actions further up the inside of your thigh while he gently ran his fingers up and down your other thigh.

You were trembling while you watched him, each bite a little harder than the last as he got closer to your wet core. His eyes met yours once more then he blew a stream of cold air over your slit, causing you to gasp sharply. He smirked before letting his lips barely graze over your clit, your hips moving slightly before he brought his arm down over them to hold you in place.

He ever so gently pressed a kiss to your clit before gently running his tongue over the sensitive flesh, pulling a moan from you. You could feel your wetness dripping down onto the couch below as he continued to delicately tease you.

“You taste divine, darling. Better than I’d imagined.” You whined at his words- the idea of him alone, picturing what your cunt tasted like brought you to the edge of an orgasm.

He smiled wickedly up at you. “So close already? Poor thing.” Bringing one long finger to your slit he gathered some wetness before pushing it fully within you, forcing a loud moan through your lips.

“It’s okay darling, let go. Give into me. I promise it’ll make you feel so much better,” he hummed against your clit before tenderly sucking on it. He bent his finger within you, hitting something deep that made you cry out. You quickly came, your release squirting around his finger and wetting the couch below.

He kept up his movements as you rode out your high. Once your breath returned to you he pulled away and removed his finger, licking his lips as he wiped your release off his chin.

“Third lesson- good girls always get to cum.” He winked at you with a grin before standing.

He leaned over you, caging you in on the couch before capturing your lips with his. You hummed at the taste of yourself on him, his tongue gliding against yours.

He straightened back up then pulled you up off the couch and guided you to face the other way. He led you so your knees were on the couch, your arms resting against the back of the upholstery. You heard the sound of a zipper before feeling the tip of his hard length slide against your folds. You instinctively arched your back at the feeling, pressing yourself up against him, causing him to groan.

“Such a greedy little brat,” he said, smoothing his hands over the skin of your ass. “You want me to fuck that pretty little cunt, hm?”

“Yes- yes please, Mr. Laufeyson. Please fuck me,” you begged, rubbing yourself on him once more.

With that he thrust into you, holding himself still once he was fully seated within you, giving you a chance to adjust. You’d gasped at the sensation- he was clearly well-endowed and you were thankful he gave you a moment. Willing your muscles to relax you looked back at him before grinding your hips against his.

His eyes were dark with lust, his jaw clenched in a way that made you involuntarily squeeze him as he started to move within you. You were panting as he set a pace, the angle of his thrusts hitting the same spot he’d found quickly before.

You’d turned back around and folded your forearms over the back of the couch, arching yourself against him even more. He growled and picked up his pace, his hand firmly gripping your hip. The angle had you moaning desperately, the feeling of him so deep within you making your fingers and toes numb.

“That’s it darling, take my cock within your needy little cunt. Fuck- I’ve wanted to ruin this tight little pussy for so long. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he rasped out between thrusts and your mind went blank, all you could respond with were desperate moans.

He stopped abruptly and pulled you up before sitting himself on the couch and pulling you over his lap so you were straddling him. He’d unbuttoned his shirt and your mouth went dry at the sight of the musculature under his pale skin. You slid your fingers under the fabric, gripping his firm shoulders as he positioned himself under you.

You moved your hips in a circle over him, enjoying the feel of the very tip of him swirling within you.

“You little tease,” he grinned darkly, running a hand through his hair. “Ride me, darling. Show me what you can do.”

Your cunt clenched at his words and his wicked smirk spread. You took the opportunity to bring yourself down to grind against him, wiping the smug look off his face.

You quickly set a pace as you rode him, his hands on your ass guiding your movements. You were panting as you continued your movements, the angle bringing you close to your finish.

“Are you going to cum, darling?” His voice vibrated through you, and you nodded.

“Yes- fuck, Mr. Laufeyson. You feel so good-“ he continued to guide your movements, moving his head closer to your breast. He brought his mouth around one of your nipples, gently sucking at the nub. You arched into him, moaning at the sensation.

His tongue ran against your skin in his mouth, bringing another moan from you before he sharply bit down on your nipple, pushing you over the edge into another orgasm. You moaned his name over and over as you rode out your high, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder. As you came back to yourself you felt him twitch within you, filling you as he reached his own finish.

You watched him as he came, mesmerised with his blissful expression, his long eyelashes touching defined cheekbones. His eyes fluttered back open and he gave you a smirk- god help you he was fucking gorgeous.

He gave you a chaste kiss before helping you up, the combined fluids from your finish trickling down your thigh. You were happy to see some hit the couch as you moved off him.

You strolled to the bathroom to clean yourself up and throw on a t-shirt and panties, passing a damp cloth to him once you returned. You pulled a cigarette from the pack you had on the kitchen counter, then headed to the balcony as you lit it up.

You were leaning on the balcony, watching the now dark waves when he joined you. You smiled at him, offering him your cigarette. He took a long drag as you leant on the balcony’s edge.

“So,” you trailed off, not sure what to say.

“That was fun,” he exhaled then smiled at you, his expression mischievous.

“Yeah,” you agreed, relief filling your chest. “I’d love to do it again.”

“Of course darling, we have all summer.” He came behind you, pulling you against his chest as he ducked his head so his lips were beside your ear. ”And you have quite a bit to learn.”

End Notes: Want to read more Loki fics of mine? My masterlist is here.

[andvys]

I don’t need no other

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of cheating

pairing: Jasper Hale x reader

@joelsgeetar <3

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Falling in love is supposed to be beautiful, it’s supposed to make you feel all warm and loved, excited but nervous at the same time as you keep falling more and more in love.

But for you, it’s sad and heartbreaking, you don’t feel warm, instead you feel cold and hurt as you watch him get close to someone else.

He is your friend, you shouldn't have expected him to reciprocate your feelings but the fleeting touches, the glances and sweet gestures like walking you to class or showing up at your house at 2 am in the morning just to convince you to go out with him to watch the stars with him gave you a sliver of hope, that he might’ve felt the same way but than you noticed how close him and Alice are.

Realization dawned on you and you were met with the disappointing fact that you aren't the one he wants, she was, at least that’s what you believed.

You knew that staying with him, keep being his friend would just hurt you more and more and would leave you with a broken heart in the end, so you tried to get over him by dating someone else, thinking it would distract you and keep you from falling further in love with him.

But it’s impossible.

You still stare at him whenever he sits across from you telling you stories, you still long for his touch whenever he feels close enough for you to intertwine your fingers with his, just like right now, you are sitting next to him on the bus on the ride back to Forks after the Field trip.

You felt sad and went back to the bus before everyone else did after you witnessed your boyfriend flirting with another girl, like he always did.

Jasper followed you back and comforted you as best as he could, although as bad as he felt for you, he couldn't help but be happy about your boyfriend messing up.

He hates knowing that you are with someone else, someone who is incapable of loving you the way he could love you, hold you, touch you, feel you.

You are his mate.

And he is madly in love with you, he just regrets not having done anything about it when you weren't dating anyone.

He knew you were his mate from the moment he laid eyes on you and while he pulled you into his life and got close to you his first response was to take a step back when he realized how in love he is with you. Jasper wants you so bad, he always did. He wants you forever. In his forever.

But when he realized what he would pull you into he stopped himself from doing anything about the love he felt for you, ignoring the unstoppable bond you both shared.

Alice told him that you and him are going to end up together no matter what, she told him you are meant for each other, you are meant to love one another and spend your life’s together.

It took him time to accept the life he would drag you into but once he did, you were dating someone else already and it crushed his heart.

He felt heartbroken and sad but when he realized why you started dating Liam, he understood.

He knows you don’t really love him, he feels the way you feel when you’re around him, he sees the way you look at him and the way you act around him.

He knows you are in love with him, not your boyfriend.

He hates Liam with a passion and can’t help but get excited at the thought of your boyfriend messing up and it seems like he has been doing that quiet a lot lately, which gave Jasper the perfect chance to get closer to you again.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt your head falling against his shoulder, he looks down at you noticing that you fell asleep, he smiles down at you before he puts his arm around your shoulder, holding you closer to him.

Looking back up, he finds Liam glaring at him, as he stares at your sleeping form cuddled into him.

Jasper can’t help but smirk at him as he feels how angry Liam has gotten at the way he is touching you. Liam always got mad and pissed off whenever he found Jasper touching you or helping you carry your books to class and Jasper loved nothing more than to show him that you aren't Liam’s girl.

You might be dating someone else but you are his girl.

-

“Babe, are you even listening?” Liam asks, waving his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts as you stare at Jasper, who stares back at you from across the Cafeteria, an intense look in his eyes. If you didn't know any better, you’d say he is glaring at you.

Shaking your head, you break eye contact with Jasper and look back at your boyfriend, to see not only him staring at you but also his friends, as if they’re waiting for an answer or something.

You furrow your brows in confusion as you look at Liam, silently asking him what he asked you when you spaced out.

He rolled his eyes at you, “I asked if you still wanted to go the party?” he asked, sighing in annoyance, as he realized you weren't listening.

“What party?”

“The bonfire party.” the girl sitting next to Liam tells you, as she looks at you with an unreadable expression on her face.

It’s the same girl he has been flirting with on the field trip and now she is sitting next to him, closer than you are, as if she is dating him instead of you.

You aren't jealous but you are bothered, to see someone get close to someone who isn't single.

“yeah.. sure.” you mumble as you avert your eyes to look back to Jasper, finding him walk towards you.

Your eyes widen slightly, he usually never came to speak to you when you were around your boyfriend.

You note the smirk on his face as he sees the way your eyes widen in surprise to see him walk towards the table your boyfriend and his friends sit at.

“Darlin’.” he nods at you, with a smug smile on his face, feeling how flustered and shy you’d gotten “Can I speak to you?”

“S-sure.” you stutter out, glancing at your boyfriend, who glared at Jasper as if he wanted to drop him dead on the spot while Jasper just looked unimpressed as he stared back at him.

You got up and looked at Jasper, brushing your hand against his to pull him out of his thoughts as you saw anger flash in his eyes when he looked down at Liam.

His eyes met yours when he felt your hand touching his, calming him down instantly. You are the only one that has ever managed to calm him down, to pull him away from the anger he’s feeling.

“Let’s go.” he says, as he puts his hand on your lower back, walking out of the cafeteria with you but not without glancing back at Liam one more time, glaring at him with a slight smirk on his face.

-

You don’t know why you came here, your boyfriend ditched you the minute you got to the party, walking off with one of his friends, telling you that he’d be back in a few minutes and that was one hour ago.

You got sick of waiting for him and you felt angry at him too. He knows you hate going to public places, especially parties and yet he still leaves you alone.

You found yourself wishing that Jasper was here, he was the only one that managed to calm you down, even without using his powers. His presence was calming to you, he managed to make you feel safe and comforted.

Looking around one last time, you see Liam’s friends but not himself.

It isn't hard to figure out where he is or who he is with but you ignore that thought and drink the last sip of your beer before leaving the empty bottle on the table and decide to go home.

The bonfire party was held by a beautiful waterfall, in the forest. Usually you’d be too afraid to walk alone through the woods at night but right now you are too angry to pay attention to any weird noises around you as you walk further and further away from loud chatter and music.

Jasper would have never left alone and he would never let you walk alone in the dark either.

A weird noise pulls you out of your thoughts as you stop dead in your tracks, looking around you, you try to see if there is anything or anyone around you but it’s hard to see, the moon being the only source of light in the dark forest.

Your heart begins to race as you hear a branch snapping somewhere close to you followed by a loud whimper.

“Fuck..” you mumble, closing your eyes you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you felt the panic rising in your chest.

You know there can be worse things than animals out here so you feel more than afraid but you start walking towards the sound nonetheless, telling yourself that someone might need your help.

The whimpers getting louder the closer you get and so does your heartbeat, you prepare for the worst as you walk around a big oak tree to see what there is but the sight you are met with is what you least expected, you immediately retract, not wanting to be seen by your boyfriend who had the same girl that is always around him pinned against one of the trees, kissing her neck while one of his hands tugged at her shirt.

Scrunching your face up in disgust, the rising panic disappeared and was replaced by anger and rage as you turn back and walk away from that scene, making sure to get away as quickly as possible.

Your mind was racing as you walked home, not even realizing that you are in front of your house already until you hear his concerned voice.

Looking up, you find Jasper sitting on the stairs of your front porch, watching you in concern as he feels the rage and anger in you along with a feeling of betrayal and disgust.

He knows it has something to do with your boyfriend, there’s nothing else that would get you this angry.

“What’s wrong Darlin’?” he asks, concerned as he gets up, walking towards you he takes your face in his hands, gently, tilting your head up to look at him.

Angry tears roll down your cheeks as you meet his eyes, shaking your head, indicating that you don’t want to talk about it as you close your eyes and let the tears flow down your face.

He looks down at you in sadness, he hates seeing you this way, he sighs as he pulls you into him, hugging your head to his chest as he lets you cry, you cling to him, wanting to feel him right now. You stay like that for a while, just enjoying his touch and the feeling he always left you with.

“I saw him with another girl.” you whisper as grip him tighter. “I don’t ever want to see him again.”

He furrows his brows, feeling anger and rage towards your boyfriend until he processes the second sentence and his anger turns into something else, something that almost makes him feel bad but he can’t help it, he can’t help but feel relieved.

He waited all this time for you to realize what kind of a person Liam really is.

He waited for so long for you to realize that you don’t belong to anyone else but him.

You are his mate, you don’t know it yet but you are.

You furrow your brows when you don’t hear him say anything, pulling away from the hug you stare up at him to find him look very satisfied with this revelation, your eyes meet his as you look at him in confusion.

“I’m sorry, Darlin’.” he starts “but it was about time for you to realize what kind of a person he is.” he says as his hands drop to his sides when you take a step back from him.

Of course, he would be relieved to hear that you are done with your boyfriend. Jasper never liked him but being happy about it? That was just cruel.

“You don’t belong to him.” he tells you “You belong to me.”

You look at him in disbelief, not understanding where this side of him was coming from. You have never heard him talk this way before.

“Wh-what?” you ask, angrily.

His words reminding you of how Liam always talks to you, acting controlling and demanding, you thought you'd find comfort in Jasper but instead he is adding fuel into the fire.

“You are my mate, you are supposed to belong to me not to him.” he says, possessively, acting like you are some price instead of an actual person.

'Mates?’

Is that supposed to comfort you? If it is, it’s not working, if anything it makes you feel even more angry.

All you see is red as you realize how satisfied and happy he looks. Feeling even more betrayed, he is the only person you truly feel comfortable and safe with and yet he is making you feel anything but it as you feel tears welling up in your eyes, did he get off on seeing you in pain?

You shake your head as you wipe your tears away in anger, not wanting to be around him anymore, you go to walk past him but he stops you by grabbing your arm gently.

You don’t know what came over you but when he went to grab you all you saw was Liam’s face and the way he always grabbed your upper arm to stop you from leaving. Before you know it your palm meets his cheek, sending a slap across his face that barely seems to faze him.

“Mates!?” you scoff in disbelief as you storm past him, not even giving him a chance to respond before you walk inside and slam the door shut.

Walking into your room, you close the door quietly, making sure you don’t wake anyone up in the house. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm yourself down before turning around, eyes widening as you jump back when you see someone standing in your room, almost yelping if it wasn't for a cold hand covering your mouth as he steps closer to you, sighing in relief when you see it’s just Jasper.

“That wasn’t very nice, Darlin’.” he says in a low voice, scanning your face in a dangerous way, his eyes darken as he stares down at you, sending shivers down your spine.

Your eyes widen at the way he’s staring at you, standing so close to you with his hand covering your mouth as he silently warns you not to try anything again.

“Are you gonna slap me again?” he asks, looking at you with a challenging look in his eyes.

Shaking your head, you get nervous, you have never seen this side of Jasper before. The slightly angry, intimidating stare in his eyes makes you feel weak in the knees.

Removing his hand from your mouth, he rests them on the wall on each sides of  your face, trapping you between him and the wall.

You feel your heart beginning to race when he doesn't say anything and just stares at you for a while, swallowing nervously, as you kept your gaze on him.

“I’m sorry..” you whisper, afraid to say more after angering him.

“It’s fine.” he chuckles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear “I should explain some things to you.” he wasn't mad at you for slapping him, he was irritated but not mad “don’t slap me again.” he warns you, amusement written in his eyes.

“You are my mate, we share a bond, that’s why you and I feel so connected.” he tells you, watching your reaction, closely.

You furrow your brows, looking at him in confusion, you have never heard of anything like that, he continued explaining more about it to you, making you understand more about it as you started to get why you always felt that way around him.

“H-How do you know it?” you ask him, nervously, blushing slightly.

“I feel it, you feel it too.” he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb, leaving your skin tingling under his touch “I want you and I know you want me too.”

Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy his touch, feeling him getting closer to you.

Cold lips touch your warm cheek, placing a kiss on the spot before he leans in “It’s up to you now, Darlin’.” he whispered before he lets go of you.

Opening your eyes, you find your room empty, he left, the only sign of him being here was the window he left open.

Putting your hand up towards your face, you touch spot that he kissed, asking yourself if it was real or if it was just your mind playing tricks on you but your skin still tingled from where he touched it.

You are so overwhelmed with emotions, the bad ones mixed with the good ones.

He made you forget about what happened at the bonfire.

He is all you ever wanted and now that you know that he wants you just as much as you want him, you feel more than overwhelmed with every single emotion.

‘It’s up to you now, Darlin’

[mercurygguk]

cockblocked. (m) | jjk

➵ summary; in which a pair of best friends are hopelessly in love with one another but they’re both too dumb to realize, even when everyone around them are dropping hints every five minutes. or alternatively; “you’re an idiot for thinking I wouldn’t love you back.”

pairing; jeongguk x f. reader

word count; 15.8k

rating; 18+

content; roommates au + friends (idiots) to lovers, smut/fluff/angst

warnings; mentions of alcohol, swearing, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, cum eating, oral sex (f. receiving), stupid jeongguk and stupid reader

a/n; i’ve been wanting to write a oneshot for so long with the ultimate boyfriend version of gguk, so i started writing with this gguk in mind. i hope you like it! ALSO, this is heavily unedited, so ignore any typos thx – enjoy!

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Music is blaring through the speakers, shaking your body as you stand against the wall, watching people get shitfaced and stick their tongues down each other’s throats. There’s an untouched drink in your hand. It’s lukewarm by now and definitely tasting way worse than when it was made. You hate yourself for always saying yes to joining your friends at this type of scene. Quite simply, you hate every single thing about parties at frat houses. The music is shit, it’s nothing compared to your own favorite chill playlist filled with ballads and old classics. The alcohol smells and tastes like crap, and it doesn’t get you nearly as drunk as it should. To top it all off, your friends had left you alone for two random guys, so in conclusion, this night could’ve been better but it could’ve been much worse as well you suppose. It’s not like you’ve done anything stupid, so really, what’s the problem?

It’s not even that late when you decide to make your way upstairs. There must be a quieter place in this huge house where you can sit in silence until you deem it acceptable to leave again. But as you push your way past couples practically having sex on the staircase, you realize that all rooms are most likely taken. Maybe you should just leave now? You chuckle at your own situation. You haven’t even been here for two hours and you’re already planning on going home again. You shake your head to yourself as you continue your walk upstairs. It won’t hurt to see if you just happen to be lucky enough to find an empty room in this gigantic house.

The first room you come across seems quiet as you press your ear against the door’s surface. You take the chance and grab the handle before pushing yourself inside. You stop in your tracks when one of the two in there turns to look at you, the other one sitting with their head down a bucket. You grimace as you back out of the room, closing the door behind you. The smell of puke haunts you as you move on to the next door.

“Last room better be empty,” you whisper to yourself after checking almost every single room upstairs. You push yourself inside without a single warning to those who may be on the other side of the door. The scene in front of you doesn’t surprise you at all as you stay in the doorway. The pair stops their actions upon your presence.

“I swear that’s the seventh person to barge in here!” The girl, who was being grinded on by the dude on top of her, whines. The guy turns his head to look at you, a glare evident even though it’s mostly dark in the room. “And suddenly I’m not in the mood anymore,” the girl groans as she pushes Mr. Fuckboy off her, “see you around, Jeon.”

You watch with an amused smirk as the girl yanks her shirt off the ground, slipping it on and pushing past you out of the room, her shoulder bumping against yours. You chuckle to yourself, wondering why some girls just had to be like that. The guy you now know as ‘Jeon’ gets up from the bed, turning to face you fully. He’s not wearing a shirt which allows you to see the sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. His pants are unzipped and his belt is unbuckled, and yet he doesn’t seem fazed at all. You cock a brow at him as he finally notices and reaches down to zip his pants and buckle his belt.

“Thanks for cockblocking me by the way,” ‘Jeon’ shoots at you, making you scoff and cross your arms over your chest.

“Well, it’s not entirely my fault,” you defend yourself, gesturing to the door beside you, “you could’ve just locked the door.”

He chuckles at your defensive tone as he grabs his sweatshirt off the floor. He slips it over his head, messing his black, curly hair up even more than it was before. That girl must’ve had a good grip on it for it to look like such a mess in this very moment.

“Why are you even in here?” Jeon asks, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. It tames it a bit, you think to yourself as you watch it fall back onto his forehead and slightly into his eyes. Not bothering to answer his question, you decide on stepping further into the room, making your way to the balcony that happened to be in this exact room. Jeon watches you as you open the doors and head outside into the chilly night air. He follows behind, joining you on the balcony. Why he does so wonders the both of you. He leans on the railing beside you, looking at the side of your face. “Party not fun enough?”

You chuckle. “Just not my typical scene,” you tell him, glancing at him.

The stranger, who goes by ‘Jeon’ so far, is still looking at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What is your typical scene then?”

This dude’s sudden interest in you doesn’t go unnoticed by you, so you decide to finally look at him fully instead of the drunk people on the front lawn below you.

“Somewhere quieter, somewhere you’re actually able to talk to people,” you explain to him, “and if there’s food, even better!”

This makes him laugh lightly, a glint in his eyes that makes your stomach tingle in a funny way. “A foodie then?”

You nod, a wide smile on your face. “Huge foodie.”

“What’s your name?” He asks, seeming genuinely interested in knowing it. “I’m Jeongguk.”

“___,” you tell him, “it’s nice to meet you, Jeongguk.”

He grins, a bunny smile appearing and you can’t help but think about how ridiculously cute he actually is. And yet still a fuckboy, without a doubt.

“Nice to meet you too, ___.”

You both watch the drunk people below in silence. You wonder what he’s thinking about. Does he think the same about these people as you or is he usually one of them? Maybe he’s one of those people who attends every single frat party. But he doesn’t seem to be very drunk at the moment. You’re about to ask him when he turns to look at you, eyes slightly wide with a glint in them as if he just thought of something brilliant.

“Wanna go somewhere else?” He suddenly asks. You squint your eyes at him, wondering what place he possibly could be thinking about. “I know this great place that has really good frozen yoghurt.”

You can’t help but let out a laugh, “you want frozen yoghurt at almost 1 am?”

He nods, a boyish smile on his face. “Yeah, why not? This party sucks aaaand you totally cockblocked me, so I see no reason to stay here anymore.”

Rolling your eyes, you chuckle at his attempt to make you feel guilty once again. “I stand my ground,”  you snicker, “you could’ve just locked the door, dumbass.”

Jeongguk shrugs it off, a tiny smirk appearing on his lips. “So, is that a yes?”

You purse your lips, pretending to think about his question when in reality you had made up your mind the second he mentioned frozen yoghurt. Food is never questioned, you always say yes when your friends ask, and now also when Jeongguk asks. You nod, smiling widely.

“Yeah, frozen yoghurt sounds really good, actually.”

Jeongguk grins, grabs your hand before pulling you back inside and out of the room. A mild tingle erupts in your stomach as you look down at how tightly his hand is gripping yours. You shake the thoughts from your head as you follow behind, letting him guide you downstairs to where the party is still ongoing. He pushes his way through the crowd of people, glancing back at you once in a while to make sure you’re still with him. Were you really just about to leave this party, leave your friends behind to get frozen yoghurt with a complete stranger? Guess so. Were you starting to regret saying yes? Surprisingly, no.

As you ride with the bus to the downtown part of the city, you learn a few things about Jeongguk. He tells you that he’s majoring in photography and that his camera is his most prized possession, he tells you about how he’s a huge gym rat and that he’s basically living his life at the gym when he isn’t studying or running around with his camera. You learn that Jeongguk loves food more than anything and that he’s quite a chef himself (but you also learn that he isn’t one to brag, so you basically had to force it out of him). He also tried to assure you that he wasn’t a fuckboy, which you had claimed him to be when you interrupted him in that bedroom. You only laugh it off, patting him on the shoulder as if to tell him it’s okay, that you don’t judge him for whatever sex life he’s living.

You find yourself enjoying his company more than you had expected to, laughing more than you ever would’ve at the frat party. Even at some point throughout the bus ride, your one leg had somehow managed to rest over his thigh, his hand on it as if it’s the most normal position for the two of you. And there’s not a single moment of awkward silence during the entire trip to that frozen yoghurt place which Jeongguk had been gushing about since you got on the bus.

“Why is this place even open so late?” You ask as Jeongguk holds the door open for you. You walk inside the shop, him following right behind. Before Jeongguk can answer your question, you gasp loudly as you take in the size of the place Jeongguk brought you to. He chuckles from beside you, grabbing your hand once again to pull you to the yoghurt machines. Your mouth is agape in amazement as you grab a cup, starting to mix different flavours. “Jeongguk, there’s too many flavours! How am I supposed to make one without having to pay a shit ton of money?”

Jeongguk laughs, eyes scrunching together and pearly white teeth showing. “I guess that means we have to visit again soon?” He says, more like a question than a statement.

You nod excitingly, making him laugh once again.

Jeongguk ends up paying for yours even after you fight him on it, but he didn’t take no for an answer and left you to watch as he paid for both cups of yoghurt, yours ending up more expensive than you had intended.

“Thanks, that was really kind of you,” you softly tell him as he hands you your cup, playfully glaring at him as he does so. “It’s on me next time.”

He shrugs it off, smiling softly. “Don’t worry about it, ___.”

You seat yourselves inside a booth, eating your frozen yoghurt in comfortable silence. Jeongguk finishes it rather quickly causing you to widen your eyes at his empty cup. You’re about to tell him he’ll end up with a brain freeze but the said brain freeze beats you to it. You watch as Jeongguk brings a hand to his forehead, groaning in agony.

“Fuck,” he swears, “wasn’t thinking about this when I shoved that down.”

You laugh, grimacing yourself as he grimaces in pain. After a while, it stops and Jeongguk rubs his forehead with a sigh.

“You good?” You ask as you try to stifle another laugh. He nods, glaring at you and then the empty cup in front of him. Pushing it to the side, you chuckle. “It’s not the yoghurt’s fault, Jeongguk.”

He sighs deeply as he leans back in his seat, watching you as you finish yours. You glance at him occasionally, offering him a small smile once in a while as well. His eyes are captivating in a way, dark brown irises and long lashes. You can’t hold his stare for long without feeling like he’s seeing right through you and reading everything there’s going on inside your head. A tiny crush is starting to develop at the bottom of your stomach, but you try to ignore it, not wanting to go in that direction right now.

“You never told me about yourself,” he then says, catching your attention once again as he leans over the table. You look at him, confused. “It was just me talking about myself on the way here and we never got to talk about you.”

“Oh!” You exclaim, “well, there isn’t much to tell.”

Jeongguk scoffs with a chuckle. “Come on, there has to be something.”

You think for a bit, trying to think about what you can tell him that could possibly be interesting for Jeongguk to hear about. “But what do you wanna know?” You ask him, smiling.

“Mhm,” he hums, “well, first of all, what’s your major?”

“English,” you answer.

He nods at that. “Favorite color?”

“Yellow.”

“Favorite animal?”

Without thinking, you smile and answer: “Bunnies.” 

You swear you see Jeongguk’s cheeks redden as the word leaves your mouth. You smile to yourself, resting your chin in your palm as you watch him, his cheeks flushed. He rubs his chin, searching for another question. 

“Ah! Celebrity crush?”

“Gong Yoo,” you sigh, dreamy gaze with what you’d call a real-life ‘heart eyes’ emoji expression on your face. Across from you, Jeongguk is pretending to gag. You swat at him, giggling lightly. “Shut up! You’re just jealous.”

“Never,” he retorted quickly, making you smirk slightly. “Okay, last question.”

You wait, anticipating something but not sure what exactly.

“Can I have your number?”

There’s nothing to do to stop the blush that colors your cheeks as you nod, smiling at him for being so damn smooth. He hands you his phone with a small smile, you type his phone number in and hand him his phone back. Jeongguk laughs as he notices how you put your name in his phone; ‘cockblocker <3′

“I’m glad we did this,” he suddenly says, his expression a serious but soft one. You nod in agreement.

“Me too,” you tell him, meaning it. This night turned out way better than you had expected, and it was all because you happened to cockblock Jeon Jeongguk.

You run around your dorm room with a towel wrapped around your body, wet hair all over the place as you try to figure out where you left your phone. Your phone is currently ringing and you know without a doubt who it is, but you can’t answer him because you might have lost it in the pile of clothes on your bed and floor.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you hiss to yourself repeatedly as you rummage through the clothes, the ringing of your phone becoming more persistent if that’s even possible. Then it stops ringing before you have the chance to locate it. You continue to look as you sigh, knowing it will most likely ring again in a few seconds. But it doesn’t. Instead there’s a knock on your door. You glance down at your body. 

“Great, still naked,” you groan to yourself and move to the door, opening it and revealing your curly-haired best friend (who may you mention looks exceptionally good in his ripped blue jeans, black hoodie and white sneakers). He marches into your room before you even get to greet him. You close the door after him before turning to look at him. You grip the towel tightly, terrified it will fall if you let go. And cause a very awkward situation for you and Jeongguk.

“What’s taking you so long? We have to-” Jeongguk stops as he turns to face you, just now realising you’re only wrapped in a towel and not fully dressed at all. “Oh.”

Your lips turn into a straight line, nodding. “Yep.”

His cheeks turn a slight red color as he quickly turns back around, his back to you. “Sorry,” he then says. You laugh at his embarrassment, clearly not as fazed about this as him. And he’s supposed to be the girl magnet, you think to yourself.

“Calm down, Gguk. I decided to let you in even though I’m basically naked, so really, don’t worry about it.”

He glances at you over his shoulder, not even slightly discreet about the way he looks you up and down. You feel your cheeks slightly heat up, noticing the way his eyes linger on your hand which is still clutching the towel tightly. It has been almost 9 months since you met Jeongguk at the frat party and there has been a slight tension of something you can’t quite decipher ever since. There have been more than several moments like these where Jeongguk is staring at you a bit too long or his touch lingers on you for a while longer than they probably were supposed to. You always shrug it off, not thinking too much of it because it’s probably all in your head anyway.

Jeongguk sits himself down on your bed, gesturing to the bathroom. “Well, get dressed already. Jimin’s performance is in like 30 minutes.”

“Right!” You shriek, now remembering what the purpose of your shower was. 

Jimin is Jeongguk’s best friend from high school and is a year ahead of you and Jeongguk at the same college. Jimin is a dance major, doing all kinds of dances varying from hiphop to contemporary and so on. He’s truly talented and even more of a sweetheart. You met him one night a few months back when you joined Jeongguk and his group of friends at a karaoke bar. You hit it off with Jimin in particular that night, and your friendship has only been getting better ever since.

Jeongguk watches with a lopsided smile as you scurry back to the bathroom to dry your hair. You haven’t even decided on an outfit yet. “What do I even wear?”

On your bed, Jeongguk is looking through your clothes. He holds up a red skirt without thinking, just simply liking the color of it.. “What about this?” He calls out to you, having no idea at all what you could possibly wear to go see a dance performance. You open the bathroom door slightly to look at him and the piece of clothing in his hand.

“A flaming red miniskirt?” You question, raising a single eyebrow at him. He catches your tone and drops it to the floor, looking for something else.

He tries again as he holds up a pair of light denim jeans with a cute, hesitating smile on his face. “Jeans?”

You grin, nodding, “much better.”

The place is crowded once you and Jeongguk arrive at the theatre where Jimin is going to perform. You look around, trying to see if you can spot Jimin. You want to wish him good luck before he gets on stage. Just as you locate him, he looks up and locks eyes with you. You wave excitingly, grabbing Jeongguk’s arm and pulling him towards his own best friend. Jeongguk lets you drag him along with a small smile on his lips.

“Hey, you guys made it!” Jimin beamed, hugging you tightly. You smile as Jimin gives you a light squeeze before pulling away.

Jeongguk grins at his best friend. “We wouldn’t miss it, hyung.”

Jimin pats Jeongguk on the shoulder in an appreciative manner. “Well, take a seat. The show is starting in 15 minutes or so,” he gestures to the seats, “I have to get backstage before the stylists have my ass for not being ready on time.”

You chuckle, not surprised that Jimin is one to always struggle with being on time. It has happened once or twice before.

“Good luck!” You make sure to tell him. Beside you, Jeongguk offers his hyung an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. Jimin gives your hand a squeeze before heading off to backstage. You both watch him run off, the stylist already smacking his arm as she tells him to sit down. You glance at Jeongguk who’s already laughing because of his best friend. “Where do you wanna sit?” You ask him.

He shrugs, “you decide, I’m happy anywhere.” You nod and purse your lips, looking over the theatre.

“Let’s just sit here,” you point to the seats right beside you. Jeongguk agrees, his hand coming up to rest against the small of your back as to tell you to sit first. Your skin tingles underneath your shirt at his touch, his hand strong but soft on you and lingering a tad bit longer than necessary. You sit down, Jeongguk plopping down beside you. His hand is resting on the armrest between the two of you and it takes all in you to not let your own rest on top of his.

To say your crush on Jeongguk had become less and less the past 9 months would be a total lie. If anything, it has only become worse and yet you can’t get yourself to tell him because you’re sure he doesn’t feel the same way. He’s still the ‘Jeon’ you met at the party almost a year ago, his fuckboy tendencies coming through once in a while and you’ve seen girls leave his room in the morning when you’d arrive at his place to hang out. And it hurt slightly every single time but you’ve never considered telling him why it hurts. He doesn’t even know it hurts you. But then again, here he is on a Saturday night, spending his evening with you to watch Jimin’s dance performance when in reality, he has seen Jimin perform multiple times. More times than he can count and it’s nothing new to him. He could be balls deep in some random girl right now and yet he’s here. With you. And his leg is brushing against yours, his shoulder is also touching you. It would be so easy to just tangle your fingers through his but your insecurities and doubt stop you from doing anymore. You sigh deeply, leaning back in your seat.

Jeongguk notices the heavy sigh you let out, looking at you with slight worry in his eyes. “Everything okay?”

You nod, offering him a soft smile. “Yeah, just a bit tired,” you answer him, a small yawn escaping your lips. It was partly true. You can tell he doesn’t quite believe you but decides against it, not wanting to push you into telling him.

Jimin’s performance starts right then. The lights dimmed down as he appears on stage along with a group of other people, his dance team that consists of other guys. Some of them are also Jeongguk’s friends; Taehyung and Hoseok. You watch with wide, exciting eyes, feeling very proud of Jimin for finally doing this performance when you know how much he has been working on it and how time consuming it has been for him. What you don’t notice throughout the entire performance is that Jeongguk is occasionally watching you instead of the performance, his heart beating just a tad bit faster whenever you almost catch him.

When Jimin finishes and bows to the crowd, you stand up for an applause, smiling widely as he thanks everyone by bowing one more time and then heading off stage.

Jeongguk taps your shoulder, motioning his head as if to tell you to leave. “Let’s go find him,” he says over the music that’s still playing. You nod, grabbing your things and following right behind. You squeal, happy and excited as you spot Jimin by the stage. He turns around just as you reach him, engulfing him in a tight hug. Jeongguk stands by behind you, watching you hug the living shit out of his best friend. It doesn’t feel right, he thinks to himself.

“You were amazing!” You cheered, squeezing him tightly as he did to you earlier. He laughs at your gushing excitement as you pull apart, thanking you and flashing you that charming smile of his.

Jimin glances at Jeongguk, smiling lips falling into a straight line. You don’t notice but Jeongguk is glaring at Jimin and Jimin knows exactly why. He scratches the back of his head, glancing back at his team before looking back at you and Jeongguk.

“We, um, we’re headed to a bar downtown. You guys wanna join?”

You look at Jeongguk briefly before smiling at Jimin, nodding, “sure.”

“Great! We’re leaving in a few, I just need to pack up my stuff,” Jimin grins and heads over to his team. You spot two people that you know — Hoseok and Taehyung. Taehyung caught your eye a lot during the performance, his mop of curly black hair stood out a lot and the way he was so into the performance and the mood of the songs. Truly mesmerising. 

Jeongguk clears his throat beside you, letting you know that he’s still right beside you. Your cheeks heat up at the possible chance of being caught ogling a bit too long at Taehyung. 

“Let’s go,” you pipe up, leaving Jeongguk’s side to go find Jimin again. The tension that’s starting to form is too intense for you right now. You feel Jeongguk’s eyes on you as you walk away and up to Jimin. Jeongguk’s heart drops a little when he can tell that you decide to walk with Jimin all the way to the bar downtown. He doesn’t get to stand there and grumble too long because Hoseok and Taehyung are quick to pull him along, dragging him in the same direction you and Jimin left in.

Your laughter sounds like a sweet melody to Jeongguk as he watches you from his seat at the bar, laughing at something Taehyung says to you. You’ve been sitting beside Taehyung for the past two hours, laughing and having a good time which is great but Jeongguk doesn’t like how close to you Taehyung is sitting and he certainly doesn’t like the way you have to touch Taehyung’s arm every time you laugh at something he says. Jeongguk takes a swig of his beer as Jimin plops down on the seat beside him. Jimin follows his line of sight, sighing deeply once he realizes what has caused him to become so quiet. 

“Dude, you’re gonna burn holes in their skulls if you keep staring like that,” Jimin calls out, snapping Jeongguk out of his own thoughts.

Jeongguk sighs, taking his eyes off you and Taehyung. “Yeah,” he trails off.

Eyeing him carefully, Jimin places a hand on his shoulder. “If it’s that bad, why don’t you just go talk to her?” He suggests, the tone sounding hesitant.

Jeongguk glances at Jimin. “You know I can’t do that,” he grumbles, turning his back to you and Taehyung, facing the bar instead. 

Jimin nods as he remembers why. “Sure, but can you explain it to me again? I still don’t see the point.”

Rolling his eyes, Jeongguk runs a hand through his hair only for it to fall back into his eyes. He really needed a haircut soon, he thinks to himself.

“I can’t tell her how I feel because that’d ruin our friendship and I’d rather have her be my friend than nothing at all,” he explains to Jimin as if it’s obvious. And it was true. Jeongguk’s straight up terrified that you’ll find out how he really feels about you and then proceed to end your friendship. It’s a risk he isn’t willing to take, maybe someday but just not yet.

Jimin hums to himself. “What if she feels the same then?” Jeongguk stays silent. “Ever thought about that possibility?”

Shaking his head, he sighs, almost sounding like he has given up on you already. “Listen, I just know that she doesn’t. She wouldn’t be over there with Tae right now if that was the case- Ow! What the hell was that for?”

He rubs the back of his head, pouting lightly at his best friend. Jimin shakes his head. “You’re dumber than I thought,” he concludes before getting up from his seat and heading back to the table where the rest of his dance team is sitting. 

Jeongguk slumps in his seat, dropping his head into his hand. Jimin is right; he really is dumb. But as he glances back at you and sees the wide smile on your face, the same smile he can get out of you with his stupid jokes and goofy faces, he just knows that he wouldn’t be able to live without you even if it meant he got to tell you how he really feels. Jeongguk turns his back to the scene that is you and Taehyung again, finishing his bottle of beer before ordering a new one.

It isn’t even him who walks you home to your dorm that night. Taehyung gets the chance and swoops right in, offering to walk you home. You let him without hesitation and Jeongguk can only stand back, watching you walk off with Taehyung by your side. And it doesn’t go unnoticed, neither by him or Jimin, that you also forgot to hug your best friend goodnight. Jimin offers Jeongguk an apologetic smile, patting his shoulder and wishing him a good night before heading home with Hoseok, who’s also his roommate besides being his teammate.

Jeongguk is pretty sure everyone who passes by him on his way home can hear the sound of his heart breaking a bit more for every step he takes. But what does it matter? You don’t want this broken heart anyway.

“I’m thinking about moving out of the frat house.”

Your eyes widen in surprise and you choke on the coffee Jeongguk had just served you, coughing lightly and holding a “one second” hand up to Jeongguk who looks at you worried. Once your coughing dies down, you look at him, still surprised.

“You what?”

Jeongguk chuckles in his seat across from you. “I don’t feel like staying at the frat house anymore,” he shrugs, “I earn enough from working here to find my own place.”

Jeongguk’s little part time job at the campus café actually does pay him a good amount of money, but you wouldn’t expect anything else since he’s here more than he’s in class. The hours he dedicates to this place also gives him the right to chill in a booth with you during his shift because the owner of the shop gives him that much freedom. He has her hooked around his little finger and she doesn’t even know it. You smile at the thought, knowing very well that every single woman — old and young — would let Jungkook do whatever he wants after being flashed that charming smile of his. You guess that’s just the way his charms work.

“What’s on your mind?” Jeongguk asks, tapping your forehead to get you back to earth.

Your cheeks turn pink, “sorry.”

Jeongguk smiles at you, eyes glinting like they always do behind that long hair. “Actually, I already found a place I would like to rent, it’s not far from campus and it’s the perfect size even though it’s a 3-bedroom apartment,” he tells you. You smile, happy for him.

“That’s great, Gguk!” You beamed. “I’m happy for you.”

He did say 3-bedroom apartment though. Does that mean he’ll get himself a roommate? Your head fills with possible options for a roommate for him. Jimin could be a good one, but he already lives off campus with Hoseok. Taehyung lives by himself in a studio apartment, so that wasn’t an option either. He could ask that other guy he sometimes hangs out with, that one from his photography class and his frat house too. Namjoon, was it? You purse your lips, several faces showing up in your mind. Jeongguk clears his throat across from you, bringing you back once again.

“You’re zoning out a lot today,” he states, concern covering his face. You chuckle. 

“I was just thinking about who you could ask to be your roommate,” you tell him and Jeongguk opens his mouth to speak up but you continue, “most of your friends already live off campus but you could ask that Namjoon fella, he still lives in the frat house, right?”

Jeongguk nods.

“He seems like a nice guy,” you ponder, finger tapping your chin. “You could just find some stranger too, but that’s quite a risk, isn’t it? Personally, I would prefer someone I know already, but you do you.”

You hear him sigh in defeat as you ramble on. “Or what about-”

Jeongguk cuts you off. “I already know who I’m gonna ask,” he blurts.

“Oh.” You fall silent. 

“Yeah,” Jeongguk says, “she’s rambling her ass off right now and she does that a lot to be honest, so I don’t know if I still wanna ask her.”

Your cheeks are burning as Jeongguk smirks at you, knowing very well that you’re aware he’s talking about you. Composing yourself, you sit upright in your seat. “Well, what if she doesn’t wanna move out of her dorm?”

Jeongguk chuckles sarcastically. “Oh, but she does,” he snickered, “with the amount of times she has complained about the shitty shower in her room, I’m convinced she’s just waiting for the opportunity to get out of there.” 

“Am not!” You defend yourself even though you know he’s right. 

Jeongguk laughs. “Shut up.”

You cross your arms over your chest, pretending to be offended but you can’t hold the act for long as you burst into laughter. “Okay, you’re right. I really do hate that shower.”

“Thought so,” Jeongguk smirks lightly. He stands from his seat, knowing he has to get back to work before the customers think he’s some lazy barista. He offers you another one of those charming smiles of his. “You’re my best friend, ___. I can’t imagine anyone else in that room other than you. So just think about it, yeah?”

You nod, smiling. You watch him walk off, heading for the cashier. He moves around the counter, patting the other cute barista boy (he’s a sophomore and he basically idolizes Jeongguk) on the shoulder as he passes by him and continues out to the back of the café. You turn back to your laptop and books, smiling to yourself as you take another sip of your coffee, made (with a tiny amount of love, but you don’t know that) by Jeongguk.

You don’t get too much time to yourself and your assignment before a certain dancer slips into the seat Jeongguk was in previously. You glance up at Jimin, who’s smiling slyly at you. You give him a confused but curious look, closing your laptop screen. “What?”

He nods his head in Jeongguk’s direction. “Did he ask you?”

“Asked me what?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Don’t play dumb, you know what I’m talking about.”

You shrug. “He did,” you squint at him as he cheers, clapping his hands.

“Well,” he gushes, “did you say yes?” His excitement is bouncing off the walls as he leans over the table. You’re close to getting a whiplash from his quickly changing expression as you watch his face fall not even two seconds later. “Did you say no? Why?”

You shake your head, not able to keep up with him. “Calm down, will you? I didn’t even get to answer you.”

Jimin breathes out and slumps back in his seat. “Sorry,” he pouts but grins nevertheless, “I’m just excited.”

“You don’t say,” you mumble under your breath. “I didn’t give him an answer yet, he told me to think about it.”

Across from you, Jimin smiles at you - his smile hinting at something. You let out a small groan. “Jimin! I know what you’re thinking and no, I’m not gonna do it.”

“What?” Jimin exclaims, hands up in surrender. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

Now it’s your time to roll your eyes because yes, you do in fact know what he’s about to say. Jimin has been pestering you ever since he met you about the fact that you’re ‘pining’ after Jeongguk, your feelings on your sleeve and obvious to anyone around you, except for Jeongguk. The fact that you haven’t even told Jimin how you feel about Jeongguk just shows how well Jimin reads people and apparently you’re like an open book, especially to Jimin. Not to certain others.

“Have you ever thought about the possibility that he might like you too?” Jimin questions you, the same question he asked Jeongguk at the bar the other night. You nod your head at this, sighing deeply in exasperation.

“I have, Jimin, I really have,” you mumble, “but it’s obvious he doesn’t feel the same way. I can just tell that I’m nothing but a good friend to him.”

Jimin might scream at the both of you very soon. How blind and stupid can people actually be?

“If you say so,” he backtracks. You lean back in your seat, pen coming up to lay between your teeth. You bite on it as you stare at nothing in particular, Jeongguk is filling up your brain like he lives there rent free. “Look, ___,” Jimin catches your attention again, “accept his offer, maybe you’ll be surprised.”

He gives you a friendly, comforting smile and a squeeze of your hand before he gets up. He waves at Jeongguk who stands behind the counter again before leaving the café. His words linger around you. “Maybe you’ll be surprised.” Jimin had said and you wonder why he would say that. You know Jeongguk quite well even after less than a year as friends; what could possibly surprise you at this point?

Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad to live in the same place as Jeongguk. This thought has appeared in your head for the past hours since you left the café. Now you’re sitting here, in your bed with a Netflix show, which you’re not paying attention to, running through several episodes. Jeongguk’s proposition has been raking up your mind since he left you to yourself at the café. It’s like he knew you would have to think about it when he told you to do exactly that.

And as you sit here, thoughts running at full speed, you try to come up with pros and cons for living under the same roof as your bff #1. Pros are that you get a nice shower every time you have to bath, you will live off Jeongguk’s delicious gastronomic talent and you’ll have your best friend close to you at all times. Cons would be the possibility of getting tired of each other even though you already spend five out of seven days together during the week. Another con would be witnessing girls leave his room and your apartment in the morning after having heard her scream his name all night. That specific thought makes a weird, not-so-great feeling appear in your stomach, making you frown deeply. But you will have to realize sooner or later that Jeongguk won’t ever see you that way and that this crush of yours is a lost cause. Maybe it really is time to just get over it. You sigh deeply, grabbing your phone off the nightstand to send Jeongguk a text.

you [11:38 pm]: i’ll do it, but you gotta make me delicious food every day

You wait for his reply, staring at your screen. Heart hammers wildly as three dots appear on the screen. Your breath hitches in your throat as you read his reply.

gguk [11:40 pm]: anything for you princess ;)

Jeongguk has never in these months of you knowing him, called you a nickname like that. And the way your cheeks blush as you imagine him saying it, tells on you. You love it.

Jeongguk groans as he puts down your last box on the floor of your new bedroom. It’s a box with all your English books and there’s a lot. “Have you even read all of these?”

You stop in your little project of hanging up all your precious polaroid pictures, turning to look at him. You scoff, lying as you say: “yes, of course.”

He smirks lightly, giving you a look that says ‘nice try’. You laugh to yourself, turning back around to your polaroids. 

Jeongguk plops down on your bed, head laying on his hands as he brings them up behind his head. Today is a day for the books, you thought to yourself when he first arrived along with Jimin to get all your boxes and shove them into Jimin’s tiny car. He’s wearing blue jeans again, which you absolutely love on him, and he has styled them simply with a black t-shirt, showing off his tattooed right arm. You’ve been staring at him quite a few times since you arrived at the apartment you and Jeongguk have rented together. And it wasn’t helping how his arms kept flexing as he carried your boxes with all your shit up to your new bedroom.

He watches you in silence as you hang up the polaroids, standing with one in particular a bit longer. You smile as you reach down, showing it to him. “It’s us,” you smile softly.

Jeongguk takes the polaroid from your fingers, holding it closer to his face to see it better. It’s a polaroid photo taken at the Han River from that one night where you went out to eat dinner with his friends and some of your girlfriends. You had brought your polaroid camera along, hoping to catch some memories with it tonight. Jeongguk had noticed it that evening, grabbing it from your purse and snapping a ‘selfie’ of the two of you.

He smiles at the photo, remembering that evening as clear as if it was yesterday. That evening was one of the first times Jeongguk realized that he was indeed absolutely smitten by you and that you had him wrapped around your finger. You just didn’t know and you still don’t. “That was a great night,” he reminisces, handing you the photo back. You hang it up on the wall, right in the middle of all the others.

“Yeah,” you sigh deeply, “it was.”

Jeongguk claps his hands on his thighs as he sits up on the edge of your bed. You plop down beside him. “Pizza for dinner?” He suggests.

You nod frantically, “yes, please.”

And that’s how you and Jeongguk end up on the couch, watching that stupid movie with Gong Yoo. You’re completely sucked into that movie, mouth open in awe as you watch Gong Yoo unfolding his charms on the tv-screen. “Wow,” you breathe out as he kisses the main female character. Jeongguk scoffs from beside you, rolling his eyes before dropping his head backwards. The ceiling is more interesting than that ridiculous movie.

“Why is everyone so obsessed with this guy?” he asks, looking back at the screen again.

You shoot him a glare. “Are you sure you're not jealous?”

Jeongguk gasps dramatically, pretending to be offended by your words as he places a hand over his heart. “Am not!”

“Am too!” You laugh, scooting closer to him on the couch. “Admit it, you don’t like Gong Yoo because he’s getting a lot more attention than you.”

Scoffing again, Jeongguk knows that’s a lie and suddenly feeling like he needs to prove a point. He has girls waiting for him, not that you don’t know that. He smirks at you and says: “You know that’s a big fat lie, ___.”

You cock a brow at him. “You’re so full of yourself,” you scoff and get off the couch, taking the pizza boxes with you to clean up, “and you’re jealous, it’s obvious.”

Jeongguk scoffs right back at you as he gets up to follow you into the kitchen. “I am not jealous of some actor,” he states, “I have no reason to be.” You sigh to yourself, your back facing him as he leans in the doorway to the kitchen. You know very well that he has no reason to be jealous of some actor and you certainly don’t need him to remind you. He watches you clean up with a frown. “___.”

“What, Gguk?” You laugh humorlessly, turning to face him. “I get it, you’re hot and a woman magnet and so on, you don’t have to explain it to me.”

He smirks lightly, pushing himself off the wall and stepping closer to you. “Who’s the jealous one now?” He chuckled, arms crossed over his chest as he towers over you. You groan and push at him, making him take a step back from you.

“You’re so annoying,” you grumbled, moving around him and out of the kitchen. Jeongguk watches you walk away towards your bedroom. “Goodnight, roomie,” you call out, waving a hand over your head without glancing back at him. There was a tone of sarcasm in your voice. The door to your bedroom being closed as Jeongguk sighs to himself, wandering his way to his own bedroom. As soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s asleep. The day must’ve been more tiring than he had thought. A nice memory of him and a pretty girl at the Han River fills up his mind as he dozes off into the night.

The next morning you’re sitting at the dining table, laptop and books out. Your reading glasses are resting on the bridge of your nose and your hair is in a messy bun, making you look relaxed as you study for whatever class you have coming up. Jeongguk strolls out of his bedroom, no shirt… only a pair of grey sweatpants. You glance at him as he passes by you, heading directly for the fridge. You can hear him rustle around for a bowl and a spoon. A minute later he joins you at the dining table, a bowl of fruit loops in front of him.

“Morning,” he says softly, voice still hoarse from waking up. Your stomach tingles at the sound and you mentally slap yourself for being such a wimp for him. You don’t give him a response, continuing to read in your book and type away on your laptop. You can feel him glancing at you occasionally as he eats his cereal. Jeongguk pouts lightly, sighing deeply as you don’t pay him any attention. This is not how he expected the first morning in the apartment to be like. He grumbles to himself for a bit, contemplating on what to say to fill out the silence that has overcome the two of you. An idea pops into his head. 

“Hey, I was thinking,” he starts, making you look at him briefly. You focus back on your laptop. Jeongguk falls silent.

“I’m listening,” you tell him, voice soft. “I just gotta finish this, but I’m listening.”

Jeongguk nods, hands fumbling. Why was he suddenly so nervous around you? There is absolutely no reason to be. Was it the tone from last time in which you had told him goodnight and then left him to himself that had him so on edge? He can’t really tell.

“I was thinking that we could have a small get-together with our friends, like a moving-in party?” He suggests. This idea actually sounds interesting, you think to yourself as you look back at him. Jeongguk smiles softly, continuing: “We can just invite the guys I usually hang with and then you can invite Lisa and Jisoo?”

You nod, smiling. “That does sound fun,” you agree on his idea, “let’s do it.”

A grin appears on Jeongguk’s lips. “Tonight? If people are able to make it with such short notice?”

Again, you nod. “I’m sure they don’t have more important stuff to attend on this Saturday evening,” you chuckle, knowing your friends and the fact that they rarely have much to do except for school, work and hanging out with each other. Same goes for Jeongguk’s friends. 

“You’re right,” Jeongguk laughs, feeling more at ease now that you’ve joked around with him a bit instead of just sitting there in silence and not really noticing him. It feels better when you laugh, joke around and talk like you usually do without the annoyed and slightly jealous tone. “I’ll text around, asking them to come over tonight.”

You nod lightly, watching him get up from his seat and bringing his cereal bowl to the kitchen. “Remember to tell them to bring their own alcohol! We have nothing in this house yet,” you call out, chuckling slightly. You really didn’t. You almost didn’t have any food either. Maybe today calls for a shopping trip to the supermarket. You turn back to your laptop, eager to finish the assignment and then getting to the supermarket to buy snacks and some food for your empty kitchen cupboards. Maybe Jeongguk can join you on the trip there.

“You think this is enough?” Jeongguk wonders out loud as he places the bowls of snacks down on the coffee table. You join him a few seconds later, a bunch of glasses in your arms for the beverage. Jeongguk notices you joggling all those glasses, rushing to your side with wide eyes to take some from you.

“Thanks,” you softly say, letting him take most of the glasses and placing them down on the table as well. He smiles sweetly in return. “I think it’s enough, we have a few extra chips bags in the cupboard.”

“Perfect,” Jeongguk grins, clapping his hands and rubbing them together in excitement. “This is gonna be fun, I didn’t expect everyone to say yes but they’re literally all coming here in like ten minutes.”

You chuckle softly, making Jeongguk’s stomach do small backflips. He ignores them as he plops down on the couch. “I’m excited,” you sigh, plopping down beside him.

Jeongguk nods, smiling still. “Me too,” he murmurs.

You and Jeongguk fall into small-talk as you wait for your guests to arrive. A bit more than ten minutes pass and the first guest knocks on the door. Jeongguk gets up to let them in, not getting to say much before he’s engulfed in a tight hug by Hoseok. “Hey man,” Hoseok grins, squeezing Jeongguk tightly. He pats him on the back before letting go and walking further inside. Jimin and Taehyung follow right behind, both giving Jeongguk one of those guy hugs.

You lock eyes with Taehyung, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. He lets go of Jeongguk to make his way to you, smiling widely. He looks really good, you think to yourself as he stops in front of you. His dark hair was curlier and more unruly than the last time you saw him which was only a few days ago. His smile was wide and bright as always, and his eyes a warm, dark brown. “Hey,” he greets you, smiling.

“Hi,” you reply, leaning closer to give him a hug. Jeongguk is closing the door behind Jimin as he glances your way and notices how Taehyung is already at your side, hugging you. He feels himself become slightly frustrated but Jimin is quick to push a hand against his chest, stopping him from walking over to you and make himself look stupid.

“Don’t,” he shakes his head at Jeongguk, eyeing him down until Jeongguk looks slightly less like he could punch Taehyung in the face right now. His jealousy is starting to get the best of him. He watches you, noticing how you smile that specific smile whenever you get flustered or complimented. Jimin glances in the direction of you and Taehyung, sighing as he looks back at Jeongguk. “You don’t get to be like this, Gguk. Not when you haven’t done anything to get her yourself.”

Jeongguk breathes out deeply, taking his eyes away from the relationship that’s starting to unfold in front of his eyes. Jimin is right, once again. He has no right to get all worked up and angry at the thought of you with Taehyung. At least Taehyung has the balls to actually flirt with you. Jeongguk feels like it backfires every time he tries to. Maybe it just isn’t meant to be you and him. With one glance at you and Taehyung, he joins Jimin in the kitchen to get himself a beer.

The night goes on, the rest of your friends arriving not long after Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin. Lisa and Jisoo sit with you at the dining table, having fun as all of you laugh loudly at whatever you’re talking about. Jeongguk has been watching you tonight more than he’d like to admit, almost being caught a few times. But he was quick enough to look away before you could lock eyes with him. He hasn’t spoken much to you since your friends had arrived which made his heart fall a bit further into his stomach. 

You glance in his direction, smiling softly. Jeongguk smiles back at you, deciding to get up and talk to you for the first time in hours. Grabbing his beer off the table, he’s about to get up and make his way to you, but he quickly stops in his tracks. Taehyung appears out of nowhere, standing close to you. His hands are resting on your shoulders as you look up at him. He smiles and says something Jeongguk can’t make out. You get up from your seat, letting Taehyung take your hand in his and guide you to the small balcony that is in you and Jeongguk’s apartment. 

Jeongguk doesn’t notice Lisa and Jisoo looking at him, sad smiles on their faces as his face drops and he heads for the kitchen instead, walking past them. You nor Jeongguk knows that the two girls are secretly rooting for the two of you to finally get out of your heads and actually date. It has been too long of this pining after one another, but you’re both in denial no matter how much either Lisa, Jisoo, Jimin or whoever it is, tells you to confess to each other. Lisa gets up from her seat, letting Jisoo know she’ll be right back. 

Lisa sighs deeply at the sight when she enters the kitchen. Jeongguk is hunched over the kitchen counter, head in his hands. She walks up to him, leaning against the counter beside him. Jeongguk senses her presence, grumbling lightly. “What?”

She scoffs, throwing a slap to his back causing him to stand up and face her. He glares at her, but he doesn’t say anything as he leans back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. He’s frowning deeply, looking at the floor. “What’s going on with you?” Lisa asks, even though she knows what’s up. Jeongguk glances quickly at her before diverting his gaze back to the floor.

“Nothing,” he shrugs.

Lisa scoffs again, not believing any of his bullshit. “Bullshit, Jeon. I know this is about ___.”

He can’t help but roll his eyes at the mention of your name. He’s about to have had enough of talking about you and his feelings for you. Jeongguk is quite literally wearing his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see and yet you’re the only one who doesn’t notice. “I just needed a moment to myself,” he mumbles, sighing deeply before taking a swig of his 4th or 5th beer of tonight.

Lisa nods, “I get that. I mean, she did go with Tae just as you were about to approach her.”

“Yup,” Jeongguk pops the ‘p’, another sip of his beer down his throat. “She’s with Tae, probably already head over heels for him.”

The annoyance in his tone and the slight disgust makes Lisa sigh. “Listen, Jeongguk, you’re doing nothing. You walk around, hang out with her and now you live with her and she still doesn’t know. ___ is blind as hell and she won’t know about your feelings if you don’t acknowledge them yourself.”

“I know,” Jeongguk groans, “but I just don’t- I don’t think she’ll ever see me like I see her.”

Lisa pats his shoulder, giving him a smile that probably is supposed to comfort him but it only makes him feel like she’s pitying him. “Just think about telling her how you feel instead of getting hurt every time someone else does what you could be doing.”

And with that, she leaves him alone in the kitchen again. Staying in his place for a few minutes, he contemplates going out to the balcony and demanding to talk to you, even if it means he has to interrupt your conversation with Taehyung. He empties his beer, leaving it behind as he makes his way to the balcony. He opens the door slightly, slipping outside to see you there with your hand in Taehyung’s. His face drops a little along with his heart. He covers it well with a small smile, his heart hammering hard inside his chest still.

“Hey Tae,” he says, “can I steal ___ for a bit?”

Taehyung nods at his younger friend, looking back at you. “So Friday then?” Taehyung smiles at you.

Friday? What happens Friday?

Jeongguk looks at you, awaiting your answer like Taehyung. “Yep,” you nod, smiling softly back at the curly-haired man in front of you.

“Awesome, it’s a date then,” he grins and lets go of your hand, heading back inside. Jeongguk moves to the side, letting Taehyung through the door. You glance at your roommate slash best friend, watching him as he moves closer. Silence overcomes you for the second time today and Jeongguk finds it unbearable. There’s usually never silence between you or around you, only when you have study dates and even then you always end up chatting instead of actually studying. 

Jeongguk clears his throat to break the silence. “So a date, huh?”

You look at him, a small hesitant smile on your lips but it looks closer to being a frown than an actual smile. “Yeah,” you trail off, finger fumbling as you lean over the balcony fence. Jeongguk’s hands are in his pockets but he feels them itching, dying to grab your fumbling ones.

“He’s a great guy,” Jeongguk suddenly blurts. You look at him confused. “Taehyung, I mean.”

You nod slowly, wondering where this conversation is going.

“But he loves girls, ___,” he rambles on, “you know, like, he has a hard time focusing on just one.”

Your face becomes hard, slightly offended on Taehyung’s behalf as the words leave Jeongguk’s mouth. “Oh, so he’s like you?”

Jeongguk falls silent at your words and it feels like a low blow. He sighs and frowns, looking away from you, staring at the almost empty street below. You can’t help but feel slightly guilty from saying that but it’s not a lie. Jeongguk has a booty call or two during the week, always having someone to contact whenever he needs his dick wet. But you still feel bad for firing off such a harsh comment.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, softly touching his bicep before heading back inside, leaving Jeongguk alone on the balcony.

You’re right, he thinks, but it’s only you who actually matters to him.

Two months have passed since your moving-in party, and things have been a bit tense around the apartment ever since. Taehyung has visited the apartment more often than any of your shared friends, but not for Jeongguk’s company. No, yours. And even though Jeongguk really has no say in your relationship with Taehyung, he still can’t help himself as he finds it ridiculous. He can tell you’re not as much in it as Taehyung is and it’s quite painful to watch. Why you’re not as into it as him is still a mystery to Jeongguk.

Today is no different as Jeongguk sits on the couch, watching his favorite cartoon when the doorbell rings. He groans lowly as he gets up from the couch to open the door. Taehyung appears in front of him, his big and unruly curly hair taking all the attention. Dude should get a haircut, Jeongguk thinks to himself as he leaves the door open for Taehyung to enter. 

“Hey man,” Taehyung greets Jeongguk, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “Is ___ home?”

Jeongguk cocks a single eyebrow. Shouldn’t he have checked that before coming here. “She’s in the shower,” he tells Taehyung, plopping back down on the couch. Taehyung nods, thanking him quietly before heading for your bedroom. Jeongguk watches him, grumbling under his breath because he’s starting to get tired of seeing Taehyung’s face that often during the week. He sighs to himself, trying to focus on his cartoon show instead of the sounds of you giggling inside your room.

Long hours pass before Jeongguk hears Taehyung leaving, the clock striking eleven in the evening before he’s out of you and Jeongguk’s apartment. He did leave quite in a rush though, making Jeongguk curious. He leaves his laptop on as he gets up from his bed to go to your bedroom. He knocks on your slightly opened door, peeking inside. You’re nowhere to be seen making him frown and furrow his eyebrows. He hears shuffling in the kitchen as he moves to the living room. When he reaches the doorway to the kitchen, he leans against it. You’re moving around, rummaging through the cupboards for something, dressed in pajamas shorts and an oversized t-shirt, one that looks awfully a lot like one of his.

“What are you looking for?” Jeongguk calls out, making you jump in surprise. You hold a hand to your chest as you turn to look at him, eyes wide. Jeongguk smirks lightly at your shocked expression, noticing the light blush that appears on your cheeks.

You turn your back to him to continue to look through the cupboards. “Just some snacks, I’m craving some right now,” you tell your best friend who you have no idea is just behind you. You freeze in your actions as Jeongguk reaches up to grab his usual snack off the top shelf. He hands it to you, smiling softly. You squint at him, wondering why he’s giving you his favorite snacks and the last pack at that.

As if he can read your mind: “You can have them if you want.”

Smiling, you open the pack and pop one into your mouth, the crispy consistency making you sigh in content. Jeongguk laughs at your happy expression, knowing the way to your heart is usually through food. 

You grab another piece, holding it up to Jeongguk’s lips. He glances at it before opening his mouth and letting you feed him. His eyes are on yours the entire time as his lips brush your fingertips. Your heart leaps, making you pull your fingers back quickly. Jeongguk doesn’t seem to notice as he smiles, chewing the snack with the same happy expression you sported just moments ago.

“Let’s talk,” you suddenly blurt out, Jeongguk looking confused which causes you to explain further. “We haven’t like talked talked in a long time, so uh yeah, let’s talk?”

Your declaration has turned into a hesitant question as you wait, needing some kind of response.

“Sure,” he shrugs, smiling again. As he turns on his heel, you smile back and follow him into the living room. You plop down beside him on the couch, unintentionally letting your legs rest against his thigh as you pull them up under you. He glances at your bare legs for a second before diverting his eyes to you. “So what do you wanna talk about?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, life?”

Jeongguk chuckles, “life?”

You nod enthusiastically, smiling at him, “yes, life.”

He purses his lips, wondering if there’s anything to tell. You basically know most things already and not much has happened the past weeks except for the fact that his little ‘I’m in love with my best friend’ hasn’t resolved at all, and that he’s still hopelessly in love with you even though you have a boyfriend now. Which still seems surreal to him because it’s one of his friends whom he usually likes but not right now because well, yeah, he’s dating you. But there’s no way he’s actually going to tell you all of that.

“I don’t have anything to say,” he decides on saying, pouting playfully. You chuckle at his facial expression. He smiles at you, eyes going soft because you’re sitting so close to him for the first time in a long time and he feels relaxed. More relaxed than he has been for a while.

“Nothing much for me either,” you sigh, moving the pack of snacks closer to Jeongguk so he can eat some. “Tae asked me to come home with him for the fall break, he wants me to meet his parents.” You leave out the part where you broke up with Taehyung.

Jeongguk’s movements come to a halt, one banana crisp inches away from entering his mouth. “Really?”

You nod. Jeongguk notices how your tone was slightly hesitating and off as you told him about Taehyung’s request.

“Isn’t it a bit…” he trails off, not knowing which words to use without sounding like an asshole. You watch him as he searches for the words.

“A bit what, Gguk?” You press.

He sighs. “A bit over the top, maybe?”

You scoff lightly, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

Jeongguk panics as you move a bit away, your legs no longer touching his. You give him a look that tells him to explain what he means. He sits up, elbows resting on his knees. “Listen, I just think it’s a bit unnecessary since it’s obvious that this relationship isn’t as important to you than it is to Tae.”

“You don’t know that,” you tell him, voice stern. Jeongguk is right, but you’re not gonna tell him that. He hasn’t been talking much to you for the past months hence he has no idea what he’s talking about because you haven’t told him anything about your now ended relationship with Taehyung. Call you bitter, you don’t care. Your best friend hasn’t shown any interest in your life whatsoever for two months now and yes, you’re blaming him for the tension there is in this home.

Jeongguk lets out a small groan in frustration, “but I do, ___! I do know,” he insisted, turning to fully face you, “I can tell because you’re not looking at him the way he looks at you, you’re not fully there every time he’s kissing you goodbye by the door before he leaves. I’ve witnessed it enough to know that you don’t feel the same as he does.”

You’re silent as he talks, listening to everything he says but still holding onto the bitterness that you have for him in regards to his little to no interest in you for two whole months.

“Don’t you dare deny it, ____,” he snapped, “I know you and you don’t love him.”

Punch him. You want to punch him for knowing you so damn well and for seeing right through you. And you want to punch him for being so dumb and blind that he still hasn’t figured out why you’re not in love with Taehyung. How can he not see that he’s the one you love? You’ve been wearing your heart on your sleeve for the entire summer and more, slowly falling in love with him ever since that night he brought you to the frozen yoghurt shop downtown.

“You’re right. I don’t love him,” you mumble under your breath. Jeongguk glances at you, eyes still filled with a small amount of frustration and anger, all directed at you and only you. “But you have no right to tell me this when you haven’t been interested in me and my life for two fucking months, Jeongguk!”

Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow together in confusion, his heart slowly starting to beat faster because why are you fighting? What the hell just happened? “Wha-” 

You get up from your seat, moving further away from him and Jeongguk feels like you’re slipping right through his fingertips even though he hasn’t ever been the one to hold you. But he should have, he should’ve been the one to hold you from the start.

“You don’t get to do this, not now when we haven’t really spoken to each other for so long,” you jabbed, “it’s my fault too, but I don’t come at you for having several girls over, do I?”

Jeongguk sighs, running his hands over his face in aggravation. “___, you’re overreacting. I wasn’t trying to tell you anything, I was just-”

“No, Jeongguk. No,” you shake your head, sneering at him. “I don’t need you to tell me or suggest anything, I don’t need your input and I don’t need you to make a decision!”

Jeongguk gets up, moving towards you, face twisting in anger. “Tell me, ___. What is he to you, huh? What is he?”

You glare at him, eyes hard on like his own and you don’t falter one moment. This anger and frustration has been a long time coming now, from both of you. “You’ve said he’s your boyfriend, but what is he really? Is he a fuckbuddy? Is he just someone to get yourself off with, huh?”

“No, Jeongguk, fuck you!” You shout, defending whatever it is that you have with Taehyung. “He’s good company, and no, I don’t see him like he sees me. He’s nothing more than good company but I actually like being around him unlike someone else I know!”

Jeongguk chuckles flatly, no humor behind it as he steps back from you. Hurt flashes across his face as he gets what you just said. “I see how it is,” he nods, giving you one last hurt look before retreating to his room. You stand back, hand coming up to cover your mouth as a cry rakes through your body. You didn’t know you had been holding back tears, the emotions you have for Jeongguk being poured out in the form of heavy tears in the middle of your living room. You’re frozen in your spot, sobs shaking you as you hold yourself. The sound of Jeongguk slamming his hand against the wall makes you move out of your frozen spot. You quickly make your way to your own bedroom, slamming the door behind you. 

You slide under the covers, head feeling heavy as you let the tears fall. You didn’t intend to hurt Jeongguk the way you did, but you practically just shouted at him that you don’t like being around him, that his company isn’t good. It must’ve hurt him more than what you or he, himself, expected it to. You feel bad as you let your duvet engulf you whole, the taste of regret on your tongue as you keep repeating your own words in your head. 

“He’s nothing more than good company but I actually like being around him unlike someone else I know!”

How could you even say that when Jeongguk hasn’t been anything but great company for you? He has been even more than that, he has been a friend you needed more than you ever knew, a person so supportive and loving that you always felt like you had someone to come to whenever times were rough. And in the midst of all this, you managed to fall for him as well. He didn’t do much to make it happen, he was just himself from the very beginning of your friendship and you’ve seen sides to him not many people have witnessed and you know the real Jeon Jeongguk. The Jeongguk who loves his camera more than anything, the Jeongguk who loves food and snacks and banana milk as if he was five years old again. The Jeongguk who’s such a softie, when you first get to know him like you do, that half of it would be more than enough. The Jeongguk who loves with his entire being, always putting his loved ones before himself – including you.

You sigh deeply, hating yourself for shouting such inaccurate words at him. You had to make it up to him, apologize to him for being so inconsiderate when all he did was trying to make you realize that the relationship you have with Taehyung is a waste of time. Jeongguk is right, you know he is. You don’t love Taehyung and you know you never will. The feelings just aren’t there, they’re elsewhere with someone who’s been worthy of them since what feels like forever.

Sleep doesn't overcome you as you stay in bed, staring at the ceiling. You’ve been tossing and turning for the past few hours, trying your very hardest to fall asleep ever since the fight you had with Jeongguk.You glance at the clock on your nightstand that’s reading 3 am — you have a morning lecture to attend in 6 hours. You let out a heavy sigh. Eyebrows furrowed together in frustration and your lips in a pout because why the fuck are you not able to sleep? Your eyes feel heavy from crying, but your best friend is taking up all your thoughts and the feelings you have for him are almost bursting out of your chest.

You groan to yourself as you roll over, pulling the duvet over your head. Closing your eyes, you try again for the umpteenth time. “I just wanna sleep,” you whine to yourself, but it’s no help. You give up on sleep.

You’re only half aware of what’s happening as you get out of bed and leave your bedroom, heading for Jeongguk’s bedroom. You stop in your tracks in front of his door. Maybe he’s also up, you think to yourself as you reach for the doorknob, turning it lightly. Peeking inside his dark room, you notice him fast asleep in his bed. You softly smile through the evident feeling of regret which is still heavy in your stomach. Without further thinking, you slip inside his room and close the door. You tiptoe over to his bed, glancing over him once again.

He looks peaceful, eyes shut and eyelashes touching the top of his cheek. Yet there’s a crease on his forehead and a slight frown upon his lips. The corner of your lips turn into a frown, copying his features unintentionally. Your eyes rake over the rest of his body. The duvet is only halfway covering him, from the waist and down. his naked chest is rising and falling as he breathes deeply. A soft tingle runs through your stomach as you carefully crawl onto his bed. You lift the duvet and slip under, sliding closer to him. He stirs in his sleep, turning over onto his side. you glance up at his face, noticing his eyes slightly open. You can barely see him in the darkness, but you can feel him looking at you.

“Hey,” he whispers into the darkness.

You smile, a sad smile, but he can’t see it. “Hi.”

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, voice soft yet hoarse. He moves a bit, trying to lay comfortably while creating more space for you. He’s careful not to touch you. 

You shake your head at his question. “Not really,” you mumble.

You scoot closer, hand reaching out to touch his that is lying between the two of you. “I’m sorry,” you whisper softly into the night. Jeongguk turns his hand, letting you intertwine your fingers with his. 

“For what?” He mutters quietly.

You breathe out shakily as Jeongguk is now the one to move closer to you. You let out a sigh, relaxing as his forehead rests against yours, his breathing clashing with your own.

“For the things I said, for shouting at you, for insulting you,” you explain, voice still soft and low as if someone outside would be able to hear you. “I didn’t mean any of it, I just-”

You stop yourself, hesitating. Should you just tell him? Tell him why you don’t love Taehyung when you have plenty of reasons to do so? Jeongguk senses the inner battle you’re having with yourself, his hand squeezing yours to let you know that you can tell him whatever it is that you have on your mind, reassuring you that he’s listening. “I don’t love Taehyung,” you sigh, “I broke up with him tonight… And there’s a pretty good reason for this.”

Jeongguk nods, humming in response because he already knows, it just took him insanely long to realize. Your thundering heart and shaky breath gave you away the moment he moved closer to you. Jeongguk is daring as he leans even closer, breath hitting your lips. You gasp lightly at the feeling of his lips ghosting yours, the skin of them softer than anything. His hand lets go of yours only to snake around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your hand touches his bare chest, the almost new and fresh tattoo he got two weeks ago feeling rough yet soft under your touch. He’s holding you so close that you’re unconsciously holding your breath.

“I was so scared,” you whisper against his lips, hand moving up from his chest to the back of his neck. Your fingertips brush against his hair, his long and slightly curled hair soft like you had always imagined it to be. “Scared you wouldn’t say it back.”

The tension in the room is almost unbearable but in a good way. This is months of feelings, tension and longing all coming together and clashing right here in this moment. You feel breathless, like you can’t breathe but at the same time, you’re perfectly fine.

“Say what back, ___?”

His hand runs along your hip and to your thigh, hooking around it and bringing it around him to hug his waist. His crotch is almost touching yours and your breath hitches at the feeling. Jeongguk smirks to himself, knowing exactly what kind of effect he has on you. He loves taking your breath away like this, but he can think of another way, something he’s been dying to do for a long time.

“Tell me,” he demands softly yet strongly, making you gasp again.

“I love you, Jeongguk,” You breathe out, feeling a weight coming off your chest, “I love you so much.”

Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat, a small smile appearing on his face as he cups your face, thumb running across your cheek. “You’re an idiot for thinking I wouldn’t love you back,” he whispers against your lips.

You whine at him for calling you an idiot and then you melt as he presses his lips against yours, soft and plump like pillows. Your hand tangles in his hair, fingers grabbing strands of curly, black hair as you let him kiss you until your breath is gone. It’s like you're sinking into him, fitting perfectly against his body. Goosebumps rise upon your skin as his hand wanders; over your bare legs to your waist and further across your chest and up to lightly wrap around the base of your throat. His tongue pokes at your lips, wanting to find yours. You part your lips, letting his tongue touch yours, the wetness and softness mixing well together as he pulls you even closer, a moan slipping out of you.

“Shit, ___,” he grunts against your lips as you press your core to his in eagerness, making him lose his mind, “please let me fuck you, let me love you so good, baby.”

You nod frantically, giving him full permission to do whatever he wants with you. A tiny squeal emits from your lips as he pushes you over, hovering over you and trapping you between his arms. He looks down at you, eyes soft and filled with want and lust. You smile up at him, hands running up and down the sides of his naked torso. You loved touching him like this, feeling his muscles tense under your touch and his soft skin that is filled with heavy tattoos, all of them having their own special meaning.

“I love you,” he whispers so softly you almost don’t hear it, eyes flickering between yours.

“I love you too,” you whisper back, cupping his face to pull him down to meet you for a kiss, a sloppy and wet kiss that makes your body tingle. You hum in satisfaction as he moves away from your lips, kissing his way down to your neck. He licks a stripe up your neck and to your ear, tongue flicking at your earlobe. He makes you shiver, his touch soft like a feather and yet rough enough to make you feel them more evidently than anything you’ve ever felt before.

As he works his way down with his lips, your hands are everywhere. On his shoulders, in his hair. You’re squirming under his touch, feeling impatient as he takes his time with you. It’s like he already knows every part of your body as he runs his hands down your sides and up under his T-shirt, that you’ve stolen at some point, pushing it up and revealing your breasts. He pulls the shirt all the way off, throwing it onto the floor without looking. His room is rather cold, making your nipples stiffen. He licks his lips, looking at your chest with hungry eyes. You gasp as he cups your breasts, thumbs running over each nipple. You bite your lip, holding yourself from moaning too loudly. You can’t hold it in as you watch him wrap his wetted lips around one of your hardened nubs, tongue lapping over it and flicking it.

“Holy sh- Jeongguk,” you moan, eyes closing as you arch your back in pure pleasure. He bites onto it causing you to twitch in his grasp. He smirks up at you as you glance down, watching him move to the other breast to give it the same amount of attention. He’s such a tease, you can barely comprehend it in your mind. 

A small tiny moan emits from your lips as he moves further down, lips kissing the skin on your stomach, trailing around your navel and to the edge of your pajamas shorts. He glances up at you for permission which you grant him with a small nod, teeth biting onto your lower lip. He hooks his fingers under the waistband, pulling shorts and panties down your legs. They’re on the floor within a matter of seconds, out of the world and out of the mind of the both of you as Jeongguk focuses his attention on the wetness that has formed between your legs. His dick twitches in his boxers, the sight of you bare and naked in front of him messing with his head.

You whimper as he spreads your legs, revealing your wetness to the cold air of the room, making you shiver once again. He inhales as he lowers his face between your legs, quiet growl leaving his lips. “You smell so good, baby,” he rasps, hands running from your ankles to your thighs and squeezing the soft flesh there, making goosebumps appear on your skin. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

The feeling of his lips against you makes you jolt, your breath quickening as you feel him kissing against your folds. Jeongguk brings a hand up, the other hand gripping your thigh tightly to keep your legs spread for him. You moan lightly as he runs a finger down between your wet lips, loving every second of watching and hearing you squirm beneath his touch. You’re not prepared for the feeling when he spreads your folds with his fingers before diving in, licking up and flicking your already sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh my god,” you moan out, your hand digging into his hair as he licks and eats you out like a starved man. Your breathing picks up as he quickens the pace of his tongue, feeling yourself nearing your high. “D-don’t stop, Gguk.”

Jeongguk hums in response to your words, letting a finger slip between your folds and inside you. You gasp, leaning up onto your elbows to watch him. Your mouth hangs open, a fucked out expression on your face as he glances up at you, lips still tightly connected to your core. “Oh,” you hum, biting your bottom lip tightly, “oh, fuck.”

His mouth leaves your wet lips as another finger sinks into you, pumping in and out at a fast pace. He’s desperate to bring you to your orgasm, lips kissing all over your thighs and lower stomach. “Let go, baby, cum for me.”

Your arms give up, your head hitting the pillows as your first orgasm of the night comes at you with full force – Jeongguk’s goal is to make you cum at least three times tonight but you don’t know that. “Fuuuuck Jeongguk,” you moan, voice high pitched as you close your eyes. Your toes are curling, fist grabbing the sheet tightly as his fingers fucks you through your orgasm. As you come down from your high, Jeongguk removes his fingers from you, your release covering them as he holds them up. You watch him bring his fingers to his lips, licking your cum off them. You whine, sitting up to reach for him, desperate for more.

He chuckles with a smirk, letting you pull him closer by hooking a finger around the silver necklace around his neck. Your lips finally land against his again, a sigh emitting from you as you let him lead you back onto your back again. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he positions himself between your legs, his cock twitching against your core. You can feel how hard he is through his boxers. Your tongue dances with his as you reach down, cupping him through the fabric of his underwear.

He grunts against your mouth, letting your lips go to rest his forehead against your collarbone. Your hand squeezes him causing him to whine lightly. “Baby, don’t do this to me,” he rasps, lips pressing tiny kisses against the skin on your throat. “Need to fuck you.”

You nod, running a hand through his hair and down his neck to his shoulder blade. Pushing at the waistband of his boxers, he gets the hint. He helps you push them down his legs, his cock springing free and slap against his abdomen. You let him do the rest himself. He kicks them off, leaving them to fall onto the floor, long forgotten. He reaches over to his bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a condom. You watch him rip it open with his teeth before reaching down to roll it onto his sensitive, throbbing dick. You kiss him once he returns back to hovering over you, tongue sloppily fighting against his. Pulling away, he trails kisses to just above your breasts and back up to your neck. His hands are everywhere on you, running over your nipples to your stomach and further down to brush against your still wet, pulsing core. “Still so wet for me, huh?” He hums against your neck, teeth lightly biting into your skin. “Only for me?”

You nod, breathing heavily, “only you, Gguk.”

You can feel his smirk against your neck, shivers running through you at the thought. He lines himself up, leaning up on his elbows to glance at your face. You lock eyes with him, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, eyes closing momentarily before he presses a kiss to your palm.

The moment his eyes open again, you gasp. They’re dark, filled with lust and desperation. You don’t get to say a thing before he pushes past your folds and inside, making you moan his name out loud in surprise and pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god,” you moan, grabbing onto his bicep tightly. He hisses at the mixed feeling of your nails digging into his skin and the sensation of finally getting to be balls deep in you after all these months. He bottoms out, head resting in the crook of your neck as he stays still for a moment. 

“Oh god, you’re big,” you breathe out into the darkness, taking a few minutes to adjust to his size before you tell him to move. He chuckles against your neck, pressing a small kiss there before leaning up to support himself on his hands, looking down to see where you’re connected as one. “Gguk, please move.”

You’re in another world as he pulls out and pushes back in, the force already unlike anything you’ve ever tried before. How is he better and bigger than what you’d expected? 

“Fuck,” he groans, “you’re so tight.”

Your moans become more high pitched for each thrust Jeongguk does, your stomach tightening in just the right way. He sets a steady rhythm, somehow managing to hit the perfect spot every single time. “I love you so much,” you gasp out as he grinds into you, bottoming out in you and filling you to the brim.

He moans at your words, a hand grabbing your leg and wrapping it tightly around his waist as he fucks you harder. “I love you too,” he breathes out against your lips before kissing you hard but sloppily.

Jeongguk man handles you halfway through, unwrapping your legs from his waist and bending them to press against your chest. This angle causes him to hit even deeper than before. “Jeongguk, please fuck me faster,” you whine, moaning. He bites into his bottom lip as he follows your command, setting a faster yet still hard pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits you deeper for every single thrust, his balls slapping against your ass as he fucks hard into you.

You’re seeing stars as you close your eyes and moaning out loud in pleasure, loving you better than anyone ever good, cherishing your body in every way he can as he brings you to another orgasm. White flashes for your eyes as it hits you, hands digging into his hair and pulling him in for another kiss. “Oh my god, fuck,” you whine against his lips, feeling yourself tighten around him.

This brings him to the edge, low grunts and groans leaving his lips in between sloppy kisses. His last thrusts become even harder as he hits his high, he stills as he cums into the condom. He’s breathing hard along with you, forehead resting on your chest.

“Holy fucking shit,” he sighs deeply as he pulls out before plopping down to lay beside you. He pulls the condom off and throws it into the bin close to his bed. “That was-”

“Amazing,” you breathe out, turning onto your side to look at him. He turns his head, smiling at you. “You’re amazing,” you tell him.

He grins, leaning up to press his mouth to yours in another sloppy yet soft kiss. You peck his lips one, two, three times before resting your head on his chest. Jeongguk wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. The duvet is pulled over the two of you as you’re slowly beginning to drift off to sleep. You don’t allow yourself to fall asleep before you’ve talked about this whole thing.

You rest your chin on his chest, locking eyes with him. His finger tips are running up and down your naked back, goosebumps rising once again.

“What now?” You question hesitantly, voice soft and careful.

Jeongguk shrugs, smiling softly at you. He brings a hand up to push strands of hair behind your ear. “It’s just you and me,” he softly says, running his thumb across your bottom lip. You kiss the pad of his thumb, making him smile even wider.

“Just you and me?” You repeat.

He nods, “you and me.”

You lean up, pressing a last kiss to his lips before resting your head against his chest once again, this time really falling asleep. Jeongguk lies awake for a bit, fingers still running up and down your spine. Your soft snores fill the quietness of his bedroom and it already feels like this is how it’s meant to be, finally.

The sun is forcing its way through the curtains in Jeongguk’s bedroom causing you to stir in your sleep. You stretch before rolling over onto your other side, coming to face a sleeping Jeongguk. You smile, feeling your chest fill with warmth and love as you watch him sleep with his mouth slightly parted and light snores leaving him as well.

You reach out, brushing his overgrown, curly hair out of his face. He stirs lightly, reaching up to wrap his hand around yours and intertwining your hands. He’s still sleepy as he opens his eyes, dark brown eyes meeting yours.

“Hey,” you whisper, shuffling closer so that you can press a soft peck to his lips.

He smiles, feeling his chest fill with warmth and the feeling of being content and happy in this exact moment. 

It doesn’t even take five minutes before Jeongguk’s is more awake and has you pinned down beneath him. He leans down, lips ghosting yours as he rests himself between your legs. He’s still naked just like you.

“Wanna go again?” He whispers against your lips, pressing a soft kiss to them.

You chuckle, “wasn’t last night enough for you?”

He shakes his head, lips moving further down to your neck and biting into your skin, in the same spot as last night. “It will never be enough,” he hums into your skin. You can feel his dick twitch against your thigh causing wetness to quickly appear in between your legs.

Without another word, you reach down and line him up against your folds. “No condom?” He looks at you, confused.

You shake your head. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean,” you tell him, “aren’t you?”

Jeongguk looks at you in awe, nodding his head. “Of course, I am.”

He leans down, kissing you softly, tongue poking out to ask for allowance. You kiss him back, letting him in, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close. Jeongguk lines himself up again, hand wrapped around the base of his cock. You feel him poking at your folds, stomach tingling in excitement because there’s simply no cock better than Jeongguk’s.

“I love you,” he softly whispers.

You smile, “I love you too.”

Just as he’s about to push himself fully inside, the sound of the front door slamming shut stills him. Jimin’s voice sounds throughout the apartment: “Guys, get up! I’m inviting both of you out to eat breakfast, so you better be ready in five minutes!”

Jeongguk drops his head to your shoulder, a groan leaving his lips. “I can’t believe I get cockblocked again,” he grumbles against your skin, making you laugh out loudly.

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[makeste]

BnHA 326: What’s up Kids, It’s Me, Your Old Pal Stain

Previously on BnHA: Ochako shamed the U.A. Clown Mob into letting Deku go back inside his own fucking school by giving them an hour-long speech about how not to be humongous dickheads. Kouta and Gigantic Fox Lady saved the manga by being the only ones brave enough to give Deku a hug. Shouto was all “man, all this togetherness sure does remind me of that promise you made that we would handle Touya together which you immediately bailed on, doesn’t it, Dad.” Aizawa was all, “for the one and a half people out there who thought that my losing an eye and a leg might actually make me less sexy, I’m very happy to prove you wrong.” All Might was all, “[standing outside the U.A. fortress alone in the rain talking to someone or something??].” Like seriously, what was up with that though.

Today on BnHA: All Might is all “here I am in Kamino having a belated mid-life crisis because Deku abandoned me and I’m a terrible mentor and everything sucks and I hate myself.” Stain is all, “don’t make me come over there and give you a ten page speech about why you’re still the goat while menacingly holding you at swordpoint the entire time” because idk if you knew this guys, but Stain is pretty crazy actually. Anyway so he does that, and then All Might gets all emotional, and then the lady from chapter 92 shows up and gives All Might’s statue an encouraging pep talk, and then Horikoshi is all “and it even stopped raining lol can you believe this shit I’m not even a little bit subtle,” and he really isn’t. But I still got emotional anyway, because seeing people reassure All Might that everything he’s struggled for his entire life hasn’t been in vain just got to me okay. Horikoshi knows I am weak to the All Might feels and he just goes for the jugular every time, that bastard.

lmao. “in the neverending downpour, All Might is...” yeah, thank you, glad we’re getting right to that then

“All Might is driving 95 mph in his busted ass car in the pouring rain, is what he’s doing.” huh

so basically a day or two after his adopted child refused to accept the handmade bento that he packed with love, my man is out here acting like he’s got nothing to live for anymore. this sure bodes well for certain prophecies on which the clock is still ominously ticking down

his fucking face though omg. is it weird that I’m kind of hoping more people ambush him just because I think it’d be funny to see them get their asses kicked like the last bunch

(ETA: or maybe he will just stand there openly not giving a fuck and basically daring them to stab him!! get it together please All Might.)

side note, “anti-hero supporters” is such a strange way of saying “people who hate heroes”, which I’m assuming is what they actually wanted to say?? this makes it sound like it’s a group that really loves antiheroes. “these Hannibal stans have been a real menace lately. time to go deal with them”

ha ha ha, fucking ouch

are you really gonna do it Horikoshi you bastard. are you really going to let that be the final encounter between the two characters whose relationship you once described as the vertical axis of the entire fucking story. are you really gonna?? huh??

huh

you’re telling me you were driving 112 mph and you still didn’t get there in time. you’re losing your touch old man. lol Todo’s ice is almost fully melted already, how late were you

(ETA: so apparently this is taking place after the end of chapter 325, meaning he went to U.A., hung out for a bit, saw the kids come back with his bedraggled half-dead protégé in tow, watched as they shamed the civilians into some long-overdue character development, and then was all “welp, time to go argue with the hero-hating faction or something because I’m feeling useless.” and Edge just let him go, just like that. though to be fair I have to imagine it’s pretty hard to say no to All Fucking Might.)

also belated lol at the fact that the kids were all “yeahhhhhhh we are definitely not gonna touch that thing, let’s just leave it here, he doesn’t need it anyway.” probably the right call to make since they couldn’t get a hazmat team on such short notice

fuck. ha ha ha fucking ouch part two

All Might please put that thing down before you get gangrene. also yeah, you dropped the ball, good for you to acknowledge it. nobody’s perfect and you did your best. but yeah you could have handled a lot of things completely differently. but I still love you

is Horikoshi really putting this flashback here. are you serious. what kind of fucking sadist

look, I swear I’m not one of those people that runs up and down the street shouting “DEATH FLAG!!” at every third panel lol. but this shit screamed Death Flag when we originally got it, and it’s screaming DEATH FLAG!!! even more now. like with the capital letters and exclamation marks and all. and that’s just a fact. I don’t like it but that’s how it is

ffkdjslk

“DID YOU READ THE SIGN??!” Horikoshi asks while zooming in maniacally because he thinks we’re blind or something. lol what

-- though actually, it only just occurred to me that this sign is actually written in English. I never really paid attention up until now and had been assuming it was written in Japanese and translated by the scanlators, but the writing here is clearly part of the original image. anyway so maybe that’s why he’s zooming in?? just to make sure everybody pays attention lol

okay fuck this

see, this is the whole problem right here. once again All Might is all on his own. Deku’s self-destructive angst spiral was fortunately brought to a grinding halt because he actually has support from his friends and family and teachers and classmates. but All Might never had that same kind of support, and it’s made all the difference between the two of them, and not in a good way. Katsuki wasn’t wrong when he said All Might and Deku were both cut from the same cloth. but now when it’s All Might’s turn to go all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD~~” once again, there’s nobody in sight

just, after forty plus years of him carrying this torch, I just wish someone would finally come along to let him know he doesn’t have to. all those things that he wanted to say to Deku are also things that he needs and deserves to hear himself. Aizawa was making a little progress there, but now he’s got his sad zombie cloud boyfriend situation to deal with, and we can’t expect him and his perfect hair to solve all our problems. someone else has gotta step up

oh my god

“you rang?” never mind I take it all back sob

omg why am I laughing. shit

this man truly has the best PR game in the series. we were truly convinced he was gonna suddenly become a good guy and defend All Might against the other villains or some nonsense. as if this wasn’t the same man who decided on a whim that Iida Tensei deserved to be paralyzed, and that his fifteen-year-old brother deserved to die for daring to be upset about it

lol even All Might is all “I genuinely never saw this coming” lmao

just want to say, for the record, I have always harbored a very sensible hatred toward Stain. feeling very vindicated right now. good job Past Me

adsfklwkfsdwgkj

ffffwefjslkg. ghsdlkg. dsfkkkslkjldwkjrg

STAIN: heard you talking shit old man

ME: smh that’s what I thought you’d say you dumb fucking Stain

STAIN: how dare you talk about All Might that way

ME: gljfljgk

(ETA: in hindsight I have no idea how I didn’t clue in sooner that he didn’t recognize him -- or, well, ~didn’t recognize~ him, to be more accurate lol. I think it was the whole “is that a slight against the heroes?” thing that threw me. Viz’s translation makes it much clearer that he’s offended on behalf of All Might specifically, not heroes in general. anyways.)

sob. so All Might is all “yeah I don’t blame you for not recognizing me in this sweet leather jacket”

good thing he still knows how to do this party trick

A+ reflexes on Stain’s part presumably pulling the sword back a few inches to keep this dumbass from impaling himself with his whole pufferfish routine. can you imagine if that was the gruesome death Nighteye foresaw. and he was just too embarrassed to say anything

lol anyways guess I was wrong about Stain everyone

way to fucking go, Past Me. you really biffed this one

oh wait

Stain sure is one wacky rollercoaster ride

oh fuck me lol I forgot how much I did not miss this

(ETA: “this here is the sacred ground where All Might gave up the last of his power and turned into a shriveled old man!! please ignore the part where I admit to knowing all about that, and yet pretend not to recognize said man when he’s standing two feet in front of me.”)

Past Me, I know we’ve had our ups and downs these past ninety seconds, but I’m really starting to think you were on to something. this dude has always been kind of insufferable. always acting like his high horse is a fucking giraffe when it’s actually a Shetland pony

dammit now he’s got All Might going off on a depressed monologue

oh my god my heart

shit

why the fuck does that hit so hard. he became a hero because he couldn’t bear to just sit back and let bad things happen to people who didn’t deserve it. I mean that’s basically the same as every hero ever, right? so why does it still hit so fucking hard every single time though. what is it about seeing someone so determined to stand up for other people and fight on their behalf. it just never loses its impact no matter how many times I see that determination mirrored in so many of my favorite characters

“I wanted to make the world a better place.” omg. but you did, though. like seriously, I feel like people are always dogging on him for not being 100% perfect, and fandom really doesn’t give him enough credit for everything he still managed to accomplish. this man came of age at a time when Japan was by all accounts a total shitshow, and singlehandedly managed to bring about an era of peace that lasted for four fucking decades. can you imagine having peace for that long?? that’s longer than I’ve been alive. shit

and he gave people hope. he inspired them and protected them and made them feel safe. and no, he couldn’t save everyone, because he’s only one fucking dude (and also because the whole time AFO was also out there desperately working to undermine him so that he could keep preaching his narrative of “heroes are bad actually”). but you know what he did do, is inspire multiple new generations of heroes who, if they can all manage to work together, will finally be able to accomplish everything he never could

so yeah. forty years of peace, and inspired the “that’s how we all became the greatest heroes” generation -- that’s a fucking win in my book. talk about having a net positive impact on the world. lol anyways now I’m all fired up and ready to fight anyone who tries to talk any shit about you, All Might

“but what if I talk shit about myself” okay listen up All Might I’m gonna need you to try just a little bit harder to work with me here okay. please calm down and stop blaming yourself for every single bad thing that’s ever happened in the world. do you remember that time Bakugou was blaming himself for Kamino, and you gave him a hug and told him it wasn’t his fault, and that he was only a boy, and that even though he was strong, even strong people can struggle with the burdens they place on themselves, and that you were sorry for not seeing that earlier? do you remember all of that? that’s what I want someone to tell you too, dammit. anyway please stop breaking my heart please and thanks

wtf

are you dead All Might

um

I don’t even have the slightest idea what’s happening lol

oh snap did he grab him so they could hide??

hold the fucking phone. don’t tell me this person in the background with the umbrella is here to actually do something decent??

oh my godddd

and here come the feels. oh boy. okay don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here sobbing over this fictional lady and her simple act of kindness in this weekly shounen manga that I care about way too much

FUCKING DAMMIT AND HERE’S A SECOND HELPING

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST GETTING DISPROPORTIONATELY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS WOMAN’S DETERMINATION TO HONOR A MAN WHO SACRIFICED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HER AND COUNTLESS OTHERS. I’M JUST HAVING SOME FEELS OVER HERE ABOUT HER HEARTFELT, DOESN’T-EVEN-KNOW-ANYONE-ELSE-IS-WATCHING FEELINGS OF GRATITUDE THAT COMPELLED HER TO COME OUT HERE AND MAKE THIS SMALL BUT POWERFUL GESTURE. I’M JUST OUT HERE GETTING ALL PROFOUNDLY WORKED UP ABOUT STATUE MAINTENANCE AND THE HUMAN RACE. NEVER MIND. JUST IGNORE ME AND CARRY ON

holy shit. I was not even remotely prepared. you can’t just do that to me. you can’t just leave all these death flags on my lawn and then suddenly shift gears to show me the best of humanity in a chapter where I was expecting the worst. that fucks a person up lol

OH ARE WE STILL GOING

my heart. you see that, All Might. your legacy is so much more powerful and meaningful than you think

...has. has Stain actually been giving All Might a pep talk this entire time

I give up lol. this dude is a fucking enigma

YAYYY

it may just be a metaphor panel, but I’ll take it lol. I missed them. nice to see the traffic light trio front and off-center. I know the whole “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes” thing had left some questioning whether certain characters would continue to play a central role in the narrative, and hopefully this will help to ease those concerns just a bit

anyway, so idk if it’s getting a bit chilly down there in hell, but damned if Stain didn’t just give an actual decent fucking speech

I have to say, earlier when I was whining about All Might not having a support squad, I really was not expecting Stain to be the one to come over and pat his head and reassure him that he made the world a better place

-- okay LISTEN

YOU CAN’T JUST COME INTO MY HOUSE AND HIT ME WITH THOSE ALL MIGHT TEARS AGAIN GODDAMMIT THIS ISN’T FAIR. my god. first 317 and now this

holy fucking shit

“I’m just gonna pretend like I haven’t been stalking him for two days and didn’t see the entire Deku bentogate thing go down, and then I’ll give him the whole big speech that I rehearsed, and then I’ll turn around and be all ‘BUT IF YOU’RE A TRUE HERO’, and then I’ll toss him the super-secret AFO wifi password that I stole from Tartarus. god I’m such a badass. fucking give myself chills”

so basically what you’re telling me is that this whole time my “what’s up kids” characterization of Stain from this shitpost has actually been 100% accurate. just want to make sure I’m understanding this right. okay then

“and then I’ll dramatically spin around and be all NOW COME KILL ME BITCH”

it must be so much fun to write Stain. drawing this coked-out maniac who talks like a chatbot that was trained to speak by reading Alan Moore monologues. that must be a trip

anyway so All Might is still crying, the awesome lady from chapter 92 is admiring her handiwork totally oblivious to the batshit insanity going on fifty meters to her right, and it’s finally stopped raining lol

“THE RAIN WAS A METAPHOR YOU SEE” yes, yes, we got it lol. thanks for that Horikoshi. don’t think we needed any help putting the pieces together on that one but I appreciate the effort

so that’s the end! and as I mentioned in another post, I had the count off by one chapter, but next week should be cliffhanger week! so break out your U.A. Traitor bingo cards, friends and fiends. either that or something else happens that I’m completely not expecting at all. which, based on my success rate with Stain predictions, I’d say is more than likely lol

mmm but anyway, so now that the Hug Deku 2021 campaign has finally come to an end, what’s it gonna take to get a hug for my struggling bento-preparing jacket-rocking world-weary death-flag-waving husband who is the worthiest man to ever live and deserves the fucking world, goddammit

[weaseltotheface]

WEASELTOTHEFACE'S SUPER MEGA AWESOME BUMBLEBY HIDDEN GEMS REC LIST (part one?)

Have you (yes YOU!) ever read a fic recommendations list and gone

“well SHUCKS all these fics are really swell! But I’ve already read them all!”

have you ever lamented the fact that, sometimes, a fic rec list is just a list of all the fics that everyone already knows are super popular?

Have you ever wanted to read some lesser known fics but the thought of digging through thousands of works is just too daunting?

well look no further! 

I, your esteemed host, a weasel of discerning taste but dubious credentials, am here to shine a light on some of the fandom’s lesser known and underappreciated works! 

From more popular works that I personally feel don’t get the recognition they deserve to a dedicated list of fics that are under 150 kudos you’ll find it here at Weaseltotheface’s Super Mega Awesome Bumbleby Hidden Gems Emporium!

 Under the cut!

Fics under 150 Kudos! (as of list creation lol) 

That’s The Best Part about Dance Clubs (I Can’t Hear You) by  Peanutbutterassistant

Events take place during Volume 7 episode 6 “A Night Off”

“Tonight feels like a night to take risks.” Said Blake.

Joking because she was somewhat uncomfortable, Yang said; “Who are you and what have you done to my partner!?”

Blake hit Yang teasingly in the shoulder. ‘You’re hanging out with your best friend for one night,’ Yang reminded herself, ‘Don’t you dare make this weird or I swear to the gods.’

Waltzing around the truth by Thornwood (i LOVE beacon dance bees bro i love them)

Yang sighed as she looked over the balcony at all those dancing below. She was happy. She was. It was a party and everyone was having fun! Everyone was having fun. So why was she up here just watching the people below and not having fun?

Her palm tingled. It had ever since her dance with Blake. Her friend, Blake. Friend? Why did that seem wrong?

OR

Blake finds Yang after their dance.

Bruises by crazywolf828 (my yangst heart loves beat up yang i can’t deny)

Blake helps Yang when she finds out fights have been taking a bigger toll on Yang than they thought.

And They're Happy To See Our Love Grow by Smokestarrules (i’m a huge sucker for outside perspectives of relationships and i love when Ruby gets to talk bout her sister)

Beside her, Jaune shifts, tearing his eyes away from them and re-focusing on his boots like he doesn't quite know what to say. Then, “they’re- they're in love, aren't they.” It's not a question.

“Yeah,” she says, because she’s never lied to him, not once. “That’s what I think, at least.”

OR:

On the way to Atlas, Blake and Yang are not subtle. They've just gone through a traumatizing experience together, and have finally made up. They're far past regular partners now, and Jaune notices. After all, he knows exactly what that looks like. He's felt it, too.

Night by the Ocean by  Wolfcreations21 (canon divergent)

(Late night convo, soft bees)

After the events of Atlas and their need to flee and find a place to hide, Menagerie (and her parents) had welcomed Blake and her team and friends with open arms. Spending more than a few days and weeks resting and recovering from such a horrible incident- such a horrible failure- it was now time for them to get back in gear and set out to save the world once more.

Tomorrow morning, at least. Because for tonight, Blake and everybody else could forget about all the terrible things they've had to face and would have to face in the future because of Salem...

But for now, they could relax.

Attitudes and Azimuths by  Urist  (team rwby is a family and i cry)

Team RWBY could probably use a break. Some members might need to be convinced of that first, though.

Gold by NezzFoxe

Blake has doubts about the future of team RWBY, or rather just her future with Yang and they have a much needed talk.

Tension by VespertineReverie (like i said, yangst is my bread and butter)

'Yang knocked back the last half of her drink with a scowl. She’d planned out a night on the town with the express intention of forgetting about her current problems rather than dwelling on them, and yet so far dwelling was all she had really accomplished.'

Yang loves Blake but doesn't want to cause a divide between them by airing her feelings. But it turns out her feelings aren't into being buried at the bottom of a bottle.

The Things They Carried Away From Beacon by Kiiratam (not truly a bee fic but bee adjacent enough for me to love. i love post fall of beacon fic and i love outside perspectives)

After the Fall of Beacon, Taiyang and Ruby went back to retrieve team RWBY's things, including Bumblebee. Arriving back home, they sort through what they managed to salvage, and Taiyang learns a bit more about his daughters' team-mates.

Takes place during the autumn to winter time-skip in Volume 3, Chapter 12. (My BMBLB fic index)

Written for Bumbleby Week 2019, Day 2: Meet the Parents.

monsters of normandy woods by WabaJaba (this one is kind of a fucked up eldritch horror thing and might not be for everyone but i really enjoyed it)

They don't need to see that monster's face to know what will happen if it catches them; it has claws, it has teeth, it chatters with voices that aren't its own and all of it can't be explained.

Lost in the Normandy Woods, Blake and Yang have been running from that monster and its only one thing that's kept them alive for all this time - don't look back. Your supplies are dwindling, there's a storm brewing in the air; you've got a few bullets left and you better make them count.

So they run, but they can't hide; there are monsters in these woods and you better start running.

Hope by Ikasury

Watching her fall, Blake remembers the first time they met... and some pieces start falling into place.

(Introspection piece about Blake's thoughts on THAT MOMENT!! from season 8)

Stuff that I think should be more popular than it is! (a range of kudos here more that 150 less than 400 usually)

falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush by sophbees

“Sounds good to me,” Blake says, meeting her eyes with a smirk.

Yang smiles back, holds her gaze for just a bit too long. She watches her ears twitch to the side ever-so-slightly. Sometime in the early part of the second semester Blake had started taking off her ribbon when they were all alone in their room, after Yang had asked if tying her ears up hurt at all. She doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable by staring, but recently there’s been something…addicting about watching Blake. She keeps turning to grin at her during lessons, keeps making sure she’s the one walking next to her in the halls, keeps sitting on her bed when they do homework. She keeps finding herself daydreaming about when Blake’s hands clasped hers during the dance.

It’s not like Yang’s afraid of falling in love, per se, but…it’s kind of like Yang’s afraid of falling in love. Only kind of. Sort of. But there’s no point in reflecting on any of that now.

—

five times yang fell.

You Pick 'Em by Mikotyzini

Yang hosts a dating show. Blake's a contestant.

By The Stars by TophsLegacy  (absolutely delightful hiking au, bees meet on the trail and it’s a great time)

Everyone’s looking for something on the Remnant Cross-Continental Trail. Hiking from one end of Sanus to the other is no small feat. Most seek adventure, some go looking for themselves. Blake knows she’s looking for the latter, while Yang has convinced herself adventure is all she’s after. Over what feels like the longest and shortest months of their lives they confront past demons and admit to harsh truths. They start to find themselves in the trail and in each other along the way.

Stories of Change and Transition by anamatics (The mummy 1999 au, wip)

Yang joined the Atlas Foreign Legion for an arm, not to get stranded deep in the desert in Vacuo with Team CFVY having stumbled upon a frankly terrifying piece of Remnant history that should have stayed buried. Now, three years, later she’s faced with an impossible offer: guide some scholars back to the desert or get shot for treason. Turns out facing your fears isn’t that hard when your life’s on the line.

Blake just wants to stick it to the Atlesian scholars who dismiss her scholarship and won’t let her into the academy because she’s a faunus from KuoKuana that’s risen above her place. She’s heard tell of a place deep in the desert of Vacuo which was once sacred for early faunus, a place that may well sort out the historical origins of the stories of the God of the Animals, but she can’t get there without help.

Or, Blake’s Evie and Yang’s Rick and Weiss is certainly not Jonathan but she is stuck financing this shitshow.

twenty years asleep in a state of grace (come together til we find a way home) by nirav    (tomb raider au and a personal fave of all time, i believe there is a bees schnees version also if you’re interested in that)

“I’m not babysitting you.” Weiss folds her arms over her chest and juts her chin out. She’s not wearing heels, for the first time that Yang can remember in years, and she’s so small. She stopped growing less than a year after they disappeared and Yang had a growth spurt two years later, but Weiss has been the same height the whole time, as if her body gave up on moving forward after they were gone, and it hurts sometimes to remember how caught in the past they both are sometimes, in their own ways. “I don’t know how many more ways to say it, Yang. You’re not the only one who lost them.”

From the Heart by Softlight  (Yang is a baker and it’s wonderful and also angsty)

Yang Xiao Long has seen it all at Patchwork Bakery. Engagements, graduations, birthdays, she’s baked a cake for it all. At least until she gets an order to celebrate the breaking off of an engagement. When she delivers the cake to a certain Faunus, she has no idea how her life will be forever changed. But life isn’t a recipe to follow step by step, and sometimes life requires baking from the heart.

burn it up (photosynthesize and drink up the sunrise) by nirav (wildland firefighter bees i don’t need to say more than that probably)

She could have stayed here forever, fighting house fires and responding to traffic accidents. She sniffs and lets herself be buried in a bear hug, crushed between the familiar smell of aftershave and firehoses. She could have stayed here forever, but she has a plane ticket to California and the small life she’s built here already packed up, promises she made herself still left to keep.

The Aviator and the Engineer by KonstantineXIII (this one is just...a huge personal fave, i’m a sucker for a pacrim au)

“Ranger Xiao Long,” Winter lifted her chin, “The Grimm are coming back. The only question left is this: Would you rather die here, or in a Jaeger?”

-or-

Pacific Rim AU

Concrete Trail by Spinedog (zombies BAYBEE)

Frustration burned as Cinder watched the girl feel for Belladonna's pulse. Her eyes were wide, the skin around the corners crinkled, dark bags clearly visible underneath. A moment later, they closed as she gave a short sigh of relief.

Cinder inhaled, breathing harsh through bared teeth. “Getting tired of fighting yet, Xiao Long?”

-

A lucky warrior, the lone survivor of a powerful family, and a hardened ex-bandit race to escape the ruins of a fallen city. Pursued by humans desperate for power, faunus desperate for revenge, and mindless Grimm, an unlikely bond begins to form between an exhausted protector and the shadow that is always one step behind her.

Stuff that’s already popular but I don’t see on rec lists a lot!

The Vale Voice by Mikotyzini 

Blake sees The Vale Voice - the only Faunus-run newspaper in Vale - as her way to help better the lives of Faunus. Unfortunately, The Voice has fallen on hard times, but a deal with a prospective advertiser might be just the break they need. The only question is...how will she react when the ideals and beliefs she's held for so long are challenged by someone she never saw coming?

skewed by lakes and seas by lescousinsdangereux (post volume 6 fic, a personal fave)

Adam is gone, Atlas is unforgiving, and Yang is patient. Blake is coming to find that reflections are kinder when the surface is intact.

(aka everyone loves Blake and wants her to thrive)

the home inside your head by writeriguess (wip, hasn’t updated in a while but defintely worth a read because its really good)

While renovating her house, Yang takes in a friend of Weiss’ who needs a place to regroup after ending things with an abusive ex.

Blake learns how renovating a house can look a lot like recovery.

She presses hope between her ribs like petals between pages and thinks of new beginnings, of growth.

-

at least it was here by usoverlooked (an older one, 2017, college au, one i’ve read many times lol)

Everyone moves in the second day of August. Someone orders pizza and Weiss announces in no uncertain terms that they’re going to have a party on Saturday, and everyone needed to mark ‘attending’ on her Facebook invite.

“Is this what college is like?” Ruby asks.

“There’s more alcohol and crying,” Nora says

Star-Crossed by Mikotyzini  (super cool world building with this one, another i’ve read many times lol)

Blake joined the Intergalactic Space Alliance to protect innocent lives and maintain peace across the increasingly-dangerous universe. As she embarks upon her first solo mission, however, she's forced to question everything she's ever known about herself and the world around her. She was trained for a battle between good and evil - what happens when life isn't so simple?

Flight by pugoata 

AU: Blake is disillusioned: with her career in the White Fang Ballet, with her oppressive boyfriend and ballet master, and her life in general. A chance visit to the Shattered Moon Circus, however, introduces her to trapeze artist and aerial dancer Yang, who offers to teach Blake how to fly. As she learns to let go and trust in the people who catch her, she falls in more ways than one when it comes to Yang.

“Blake,” Sienna says, calmly. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?”

And maybe she has. After all, Blake can't just run away and join the circus.

[kkusuka]

(i had to repost lol- it wasn’t showing up on my page)

this the request: part 3 of thiccy gf hcs ??? with kuroo, terushima, sakusa, and daichi and/or atsumu 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 i must be fed

i understand your need for them

and as a member of the thunder-thigh committee, i am happy to write about my fellow sexy women! (another 4:56 am ramble i refuse to delete)

part one

part 2 <3

i mixed this with this ask ;  Pt. 3 of the thicc af gf with Aone, Osamu, Kyotani, Daichi, Kuguri, and Terushima plz? 🥺

this got wayyyyyyyyy long

4, 685 words. my finger slipped?

Kuroo tetsuro

this guy has been trying to get you since first year

he’s that dedicated

and you didn’t even notice, he was just a flirty friend who helped you with science

(even when he would practically put you in his lap while he went over things)

lo and behold, he finally got his chance during the third year culture festival

yeah as in he waited a whole three years for this

Eh, once again, had a whole pan to make you see him as your great future husband, aka the haunted house (a good excuse to have you hold onto him)

He has to give it to class 2-4, the did a damn good job, it was scary

Long story short you fell on top of him, boobs in face hands-on ass

~heaven~

Mans actually asked you to be his girlfriend right there, groping you and murmuring between your boobs. (he wouldn't have gotten up if the next group wasn’t approaching.)

From then on he’d literally do anything for the ass

He’s a big simp and we all know it.

Like When you wear shorts he has to ‘pull them down’ aka feel you up while pulling the hem of your shorts down ever so slightly.

Or when he gets on a knee right behind you to ‘tie his shoe’, but the school shoes have no laces.

He could be a bit more creative and he wanted to look under your skirt.

When he wants to cut the bull shit he’ll just lift the back of your skirt and rub around for a but, to hell with all the other kids in the hallway.

(did I mention that he puts things on the highest shelves so he can walk up behind you and practically dry hump you.)

Speaking of simp nation

You can't really wear anything without setting him off

Shorts drive him absolutely nuts, it's insane. But it isn't his fault that most of your shorts are spandex that cut off right at the beginning of your thighs, it's like a homemade booty lifter. He just can’t help but wanting to cop a feel.

Or the color red in general. It is ridiculous, the guy rips everything when he tries to take it off too. So that stunning red cocktail dress with the lace-up sides was not unwearable, and you only had it on for like 2 hours. And that was only because it was a friend's 18th birthday party you were both invited to.

(thanks to kuroo not letting you out of his arms you both were late and left early.)

((in his defense you looked like a full course meal and it was giving him severe blue balls, and he’s only seen you for a few minutes))

Halloween, you know. the one night you could dress up as anything. any you decide to go as a cat-girl in a maid costume. And you expected him to just take that sitting down? Hell no. the red thigh highs AND the corset middle? You're lucky it lasted as long as it did.

That my dear was bravery. His color. A cat. And a short skirt. With thigh highs!

And so, he did what he did all those other times, dragged you to sit on his lap, and opening your thighs, and like a good girl you’ll let him

If you could already tell, he gives no shits to whos watching, let ‘em see (they really never do but you get the point)

He’s also a prime thigh groper, especially when he wants to keep your legs open, he also loves thigh hic

Terushima Yuji

Another shower-offer

You were already he's so why can't he let everyone know?

Speaking of you being his, he doesn't tell people how you guys don’t together, with good reason considering you practically beat him up

Not really but that’s what he calls it, basically he tried to get with one of your friends at a party.

She just happens to not be interested in men and has a wonderful girlfriend, so she was uncomfortable but couldn't tell him to leave her alone

So you took fate into your own hands, literally, you stole Fate from class 3-2’s drink and poured it on him before slapping him and telling him about how he was a pig.

And he fell in love, you looked like an angel, a really hot angel, it didn't help you were in a white dress either

And from then on he literally once or twice, got on his knees for you, asking to give him a chance.

Honestly, it got annoying, so you just agreed to make it go away. It did, but you also gained a perv of a boyfriend who has an insatiable love for your lower half

He’s a simple creature, do take caution of his fragile being

So that means all those times you bend over in front of him he was slowly cracking and trying to figure out where the nearest storage closet is.

He thought he was having heart palpitations when he saw you in the damn dress again, apparently, he didn't see all of it. Specifically the v-neck top, and the fact it only went to the end of your ass. Needless to say, he made sure to walk behind you on every staircase that you went on

Another set off is yoga legging, like the lululemon ones, that people wear all the time. They fit you great, really really great. They were supposed to work out in them???? Why were they so skin-tight????? And he also figured out that you wore things because of them. Instant nut.

How you ask, simple.

One time he saw your underwear line through the pants and he pointed them out, they did make it seem like your ass was super soft so he saw his chance and took it.

So the next time you wore them and he didn't see the lines he was like ??????

And thus began the “Yuji hunt for lineless underwear” and he found the thongs

And you received the fucking of your life soon after.

Oh! And there’s any time you go to the beach. Literally every time.

No cap.

The first time was when you wore a red one-piece and he practically went feral. It wasn't really a one-piece if it was see-through and had the lowest neckline on the planet.

Everyone was looking at you.

He practically fucked you on the beach but held off until you got back to the hotel room.

He’s way more forward when he wants to fuck, if you could imagine. He’ll just walk up to you and tell you he wants to get some, like right now.

If you can even ignore him, he’ll throw an arm around your waist and grope around your legs, all the way to the apex.

It is also not below him to try and get you off while still wearing underwear that he will be taking after.

(i didn't say anything about his stash off orgasm ruined underwear? My bad.)

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Going beyond the fact he even has a girlfriend, y’know considering, but the fact that no one knew who you were until you showed up at nationals to cheer him on

(atsumu was even starting to think that you didn't exist and that poor kiyoomi just imagined you up, so can imagine his shock when you ran up to said boy after they won)

The whole dating thing wasn't the shocking part; it was the fact that you looked like you walked off of the Milan runway.

And you were wearing leggings and sakusa's jacket, all of a sudden everyone was interested in how that happened

It was a kind of a boring story, someone had spilled coffee in a shop that you both happen to be in

And he watched you offer the man the same disinfectant wipes that he uses!

And in the most sakusa way possible he followed you out of the shop and tried to talk to you.

An exchange of numbers and many awkward conversations (and boners) later, you were a couple.

Back to that hug, like the many others, he's let you have, it’s all just to feel how soft you were

But poor touch -starved sakusa doesn't know what to do with any of these pent up feelings.

And he has a loooooooot of them.

Multiple occasions have shaped the poor germ-boy into the horny-tornado he has become

so he’s not really into what you’re wearing, it’s more about what you’re doing

like when you wore the mask he bought you to one of his games, and you wore one of his alternate uniforms, but the kicker was how you stayed away from everyone and didn’t let a single person near you (or his shirt)

or when you helped him clean his dorm when he was doing his weekly deep clean

or when the two of you washed the dishes while trying to do one of those “try not to sing” challenges

(is it normal to get a boner when your girlfriend helps you clean? no?)

but, as much as he tries to remain emotionless on the subject, there are multiple exceptions to the “it’s not what she wears” whole thing

Like that violet puffy skirt, you wore to a study fate, the one with the white sweater? That one, the same one that he could see your panties, from anywhere he sat. and Every time you got up you would have to smooth it down to make the creases go down, but it was only ever really giving him a good idea about the shape of your ass.

(if he sees you in that skirt again he’s just going to fuck you in it)

The lesser-known horny-inducer, since he made you take it off within the first five minutes, was a dress! What kind of dress? A neon yellow see-through mesh dress. The bottom wasn’t what got him though, it was the fact that your white bra was clearly seen under the mesh top. Or maybe it was the way the skirt made your waist look super small, and how your hips looked so round and squeezable.

Yeah, no one else could experience you in that.

Not to sound like this, but sakusa is still averse to touch

BUT BUT BUT

That goes out the window when he wants to dance the devil's tango with you.

Mr. His way or no way shows up,  he does it every so slightly different

If it’s just the two of you, he’ll put a hand on your shoulder and he’ll push you to your knees. And he’ll pet your head and tell you what’s about to happen and advise you to listen like a good girl.

But in the instance you are in the presence of others, he’ll stand behind you and bring you super close to him, ass to dick. (maybe he’ll grind into you a bit, just to convince you to follow him) and he’ll throw a few words in about how much of a bitch in heat you are for getting turned on in front of all of these people.

It’s best to just do what he wants before he makes you cum in your underwear.

Daichi Sawamura

oh my

you guys are the power thigh couple

powerful and defined mixed with soft and pillowy

In Fact, that’s literally how the two of you met, thanks to Tanaka and Nishinoya of course.

(let’s just pretend karasuno has a cheer squad, and you just happened to be the captain of said team)

So basically you were doing a favor for the student council, and you were supposed to ask how many third years, managers included, were on each team and each club in the school

Easy! Turns out not so much. You were still in your cheer practice uniform, which was the shortest spandex ever made, and a Karasuno school t-shirt that was ever so slightly too tight.

Anyway, you make it to the gym and open the door, and the little one, Yachi, saw you and literally screamed. (she was right by the door), and that alerted everyone else in the gym, which led to the bald boy and his short companion pushing you further into the gym.

But in the better sense, it did gain the attention of the captain! Just the exact moment he was in front of you someone pushed; your back and within a second, in some miracle like way, you both ended up on the floor and he ended up planked on top of you with a leg between your spread thighs.

Almost kissing nonetheless.

Then, like the gentleman he was, he got off and asked you if you alright and kneeled down and let you use his shoulder to try and stand back up.

You did get up, for a split second, Daichi still kneeling letting you use him as a step stool when a certain red-head was flung right into you and you went toppling forward.

Onto Daichi.

Onto Daichi's face.

Your thighs around his head.

His hands-on your ass.

Hand in his hair.  

He could sit there forever, you were frozen, everyone else was frozen.

You eventually climbed off and asked how many third years there were. But he just sat there, his hands hadn’t moved either, luckily Suga answered and you were on your way.

And Daichi still didn’t move, after that incident, you had begun to see him everywhere, and eventually, he just cut the shit and asked you out.

Daddy Daichi likes seeing you in literally anything from sweatshirts to lingerie.

His favorite was the brown buttoned pencil skirt and the white blouse, that you wore to a date. You were kind of overdressed for the ramen shop and after a walk, but he didn't even care. He was so thrown off by how turned on he was he couldn't speak in full sentences.

An example:

“Yeah, the food here is- boob, I-I mean great, not boob, great, yes, great.”

The second.

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.

.

.

.

Was a bathrobe.

Can you see where I'm going with that? Simply you look hot.

His favorite part of the night was ripping it off of you.

And like the first time you met, he had his head in your thighs <3

Atsumu Miya

You met poor atsumu at a party.

He tried to shoot his shot, y’know he sees a cute lady he’s just gotta try and show you what you could be getting

he had it all planned, he was going to walk up behind you and run his hands over your delicious curves and ask you if you were in need of any help

he doesn’t take into account that a having a random guy just start groping you and pressing himself behind a girl was panic-inducing

so when he dropped your waist, you freaked out and may or may not have punched him in the dick

while he was in a. world of pain you age to figure out what the hell had just happened to you

then you noticed him on the floor, and when he noticed you looking at him he put this forced cocky smirk on and gave you a “how you doing”

You took pity on the poor creature and helped him up and got him some ice, then conversed with him for the majority of the rest of the night.

And he just hasn't left you alone since

(and, you learned this far later, that he went so far to tell Sakusa and Kageyama all about you and how amazing you are, and has even sent them- more than one- picture

But in other news, he’s very horny

So really all that means is he always has his hands on you

Like during practice breaks when you're allowed to come down and talk to him for a bit, give him some things, but it normally just consists of him sitting on the bench and you standing in front of him.

While his hands rest on your hips and his face is shoved into the valley between your breasts, and he just sits and listens to you as you brush a hand through his hair.

Or sometimes, if he had been having a rough time, he’ll just have his hands under your skirt and he’ll feel around for a bit while grumbling about how people cant hit his sets

But for being the possessive bastard he is, he sure likes letting you wear all those outfits

Like the booty shorts and tank top, you wore to bring them food during the summer training camp. That same camp that the two of you disappeared at and he came back looking like he had won the lottery.

Or the cute little red dress you wore to your anniversary date? The one that made him have a hard-on the entire time you were at dinner. He knows the waiter remembers, he also bets the waiter remembers seeing him fucking you in the car when his shift was over.

And that time you wore his jersey to bed and sent him a picture of it. It was such a good picture that he made it his lock screen for everyone to see.

He just likes looking at you tbh.

Aone Takanobu

you guys didn’t meet in some weird perverted way, it was actually really cute!

Not to sound creepy but he knew that you were in the garden club because you sat right in front of him in class

And since he didn't talk to anyone else in that class he was just content with listening, and so there he was

Standing outside of the garden club door holding his withering basil plant. Lost.

Lucky for him you were walking down the hallway and greeted him, looking all pretty and cute

You did help him realize that he was overwatering the basil and within a few weeks, it was back to life!

From that first time on, he came to the club room with you twice a week and walked home with you, just listening to all the random plant facts that you had harbored in your mind.

Eventually, with the help of the team, he asked you out, and you hugged him and said yes, and that was the beginning of the “oh god, y/n is way softer than I thought”

So he really just tries to be near you or be touching you at all times  

(i am also a firm believer that he likes to slow dance to classical music in your living room)

Like during lunch periods when you sit next to him and the second you finish eating hell push you to lean against him

And he’ll rub small circles on your hips and give you small innocent gropes

Or how he hugs your waist when you're doing literally anything, and he puts his head on top of your head while swaying

I can also tell you that Aone is a good singer

So he hums to you (I'm uwuing over my own headcanon lol)

He also really likes just running his hands along your body, so he likes when you wear the one-piece dresses so he has smooth sailing down your body

As a man of little words, he clearly has a more physical approach to getting you on the horny train

What I am trying to get at is that more often than not he literally just picks you up and carries you away.

Of course, that leaves you to come back to whatever you were doing.

That is after the cuddles and after sex ‘conversations’ about the dumbest things

Basically, he likes to hear you talk and he really likes being near.

Osamu Miya

He knew who you were

With a brother like atsumu, who never shuts up about you, it's hard not to

(Osamu is pretty sure atsumu had a picture of you next to his pillow. ew)

Anyway, the two of you just happened to share the same lunch block, and it also just happens to be the only period block that he was alone

No teammates and no especially close that he could hang out with

That meant he could either study or eat

Had he chose to eat, only to be met with the fact that atsumu had drained both of their lunch accounts for his flavor of the week

Poor baby stood there for a while just processing what was the worst news of his life

When you, a true angel among the evil, said that you would graciously pay for his food so that he didn't outlook so sad anymore

If he wasn’t holding an armful of onigiri he would have fallen on his knees and begged to whatever god was out there to let him keep you

But he settled for thanking you and spending the entire period with you, he even offered to share (for the first time in his life)

You complimented him on his flavor choice and he decided to keep you

He made sure to share his recipes with you and you tried to do the same

And somehow that evolved into you guys going on dates, much to atsumu’s distaste, and you guys were totally hitting it off

Osamu was your official biggest fan, he loved everything you do

But that means he wants to stay your biggest fan, and he knows that you’re pretty well known for boys thinking not so innocent things about you

Again being brothers with atsumu gave him this little sadistic streak

He lets you wear all of the revealing outfits and the bikinis, all for everyone to see

Everyone to see what belongs to him

Like at suna’s party he let you wear a black mini-skirt and a white off the shoulder long sleeved flowy shirt.

You looked good, and all the guys staring at you proved that point tenfold. Three guys had come up to you and tried to get you to go upstairs with them. And it was almost immediately shut down when they noticed the act you were sitting on your boyfriend.

Speaking of, he almost always has you in his lap.

Aww, cute! Not, he like grinding you down on him, that's also why he likes having you wear skirts, easy access to your ass, also a nice way to ensure that he could get more than a few gropes in when he wants

No, it's definitely the way he made you wear thigh highs to school one day and the shortest skirt you owned (like a school skirt) and walked behind you the entire day.

And he just reached behind you and lifted your skirt for the whole hallway to see, but mostly for him

He waists no time when he wants to fuck, he’ll just walk up to and open your legs while making out with either you or your neck.

And yes he has done that in front of atsumu

Who was warned to stay out of their room for a while.

Not to mention all those times he convince you to go to school with no underwear on just for the fun of it

(I didn't tell you this but those off the shoulder mini dresses drive him wild. On graduation day he pulled into a closet and had his way with you. I mean he did say that if you wore that dress he was going to do it, buuuuuut y’know….. yolo)

Kyotani Kentaro

We all know he’s a fighter, which means he gets hurt a lot, which in turn makes him a frequent face in the nurse's office

And who happens to be the nurse's niece? You of course!

And right after school, when your aunt takes her break and leaves you to take care of the office alone

Right after school is also when Kyotani always comes in.

(it’s not like he knew that you would be there alone, and that meant that you had to deal with him and heal him up. And it also is not like he started the fight so he could come here and see you. No not that)

Who am I kidding it was like that.

It was totally like that.

Your hands were just so soft when they put the bandages on and you have to bend down to get the wrapping.

He had a crush, that's what iwaizumi said, and after googling what the symptoms of a crush were he was sure

So with the help of the third years, aka Oikawa just having Iwaizumi repeat what he wanted to say, they had a plan

And the next time he was in the office he asked if you wanted to see a movie with him, it was so cute and he looked so shy

It would have been perfect if after five seconds he tried to take it back, you still went on the date with him though

He was happy.

Angry boy likes hugs

And yes he does, no objections

So when he’s upset he’ll make these grabby hands at you and have you come over and stand with him

He shoves his chin on your shoulder and his hands squeezing your waist and you’ll rock back and forth until he calms down.

He’s also very aware of what you wear

Like how your skirt perfectly frames your legs. How the socks you wear make your legs look 10x longer, and make you look like you’re walking like a model.

Or the dark blue leggings you wore with his alternate jersey and you were cheering for him!

But nothing and I mean NOTHING gets him better than when you wear spandex shorts and one of his shirts. He goes feral every time.

This man is the CEO of picking you up and placing you on his lap, straddle style, and just going ham on you

Not to mention that sometimes when he’s really tired he’ll have you just sitting on his lap while he plays with your thighs

(he also likes playing with your waist and stomach, but he doesn't realize that he’s talking out loud so you can hear all of the “so soft”’s he lets out.

Kuguri

You were one of Mika's close friends so you were always just kind of around

It was a little get together that Daishou threw that really made you two close

It was a weird drinking game of sorts, and it had these teams, and you were out as a pair!

Somehow throughout the game, you guys got side-tracked and just ended up talking to each other the rest of the night

Eventually, you were convinced to go on a double date and the rest was history

He didn't even pay attention to what you wore that much until he heard a few rando kids in the locker room talking about it.

And that’s when he started thinking about just who he was dating

He first realized how round your ass was. Is it normal to look that good in leggings? No one else has ever looked that good to him. With that came his obsession with just touching your butt. He just grabs it or he’ll stop you from walking and palm it. Or he’ll rub circles into it.

(it's cute how intrigued he is by your butt)

Then came his obsession with your thighs. Mostly the way that they spread out when you sit. He didn't even understand why they were just so mesmerizing. They were so squishy too. He likes how they look in his hands-

Lastly was the waist thing. You aren't even sure what it is. He just likes putting his hands on your waist. Like a prom picture. Sometimes he’ll squeeze or run his hands along your sides. But he’s mostly stationary.

He also has this habit of just opening your legs and laying on your stomach.

He is just so into how soft you are.