#cant stop staring at mistakes but hes still cute so ill let it go

[taelsungtaro]

if ur japanese look away now

#my art #nct #shotaro #my kanji always looks terrible 😂😂😂 #not me writing the ta and realizing rou was not fitting and having to rewrite and cram it in #cant stop staring at mistakes but hes still cute so ill let it go #sorry doyoung it may b ur bday but it’s shou time in my house ig

[shhh-no-ones-home]

raising the bar bucky barnes x reader

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me and a friend have been re-watching the marvel movies and have started calling him Jamie because its another nickname for James. idk why we thinks its cute/funny but I'm running with it and you get to see some of that here. enjoy lol

song: i cant handle change by roar

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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Date night. Finally! It had been so long since we'd been able to just sit and relax at some random restaurant or bar or diner or wherever, and God it felt so good. Every weekend for the past month was "get in, get out, no questions asked", mission after mission. But now we were cut off. The government wanted to handle things themselves. And as excited as I was to have my Bucky bear all to myself, I knew he was more so happy he didn't have to fight anyone any time soon. He could just relax with 'his best girl' and live his life like a normal person. And that's what we were doing, sat in a booth in the back of the diner, enjoying each other's company.

"No, no, you mean to tell me that he actually did that?"

Bucky asked, looking over me intently before sipping his coffee. I nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes! And by god he was so embarrassed."

I let out a loud laugh, him shaking his head in amusement.

"I just can't believe Sam would actually do that. I mean don't get me wrong, I believe he'd be stupid enough, but to actually pull that off? No way."

I watched as he shook his head.

"There was water everywhere."

Then the door chimed, signaling someone's entry and taking both of our attention. A whole group of large, bearded men, came in talking loudly. Bucky looked a little more uncomfortable now that there were many more people in the room, something that happened a lot more recently. i knew how this usually went down, we had talked about it the first time it happened and came to an agreement. we keep the conversation going, he doesn't have to engage if he doesn't want to and if he feels uncomfortable we leave. simple as that.

"uh, but uh, he kind of recruited me. per usual when he gets himself into a mess. and it was a big one."

"ill bet."

he said quietly, looking over my shoulder and swallowing hard. i frowned, looking to the table in front of me.

"but uh we got everything figured out. the plumbing department was furious when they got to the house. and i still dont know how he got the insurance company to pay for all the damage. i mean damn, there was water running down the stairs."

i laughed a little at the end, watching his gaze shift back and forth. after a second i reached across the table and took his hand in mine.

"james..."

he sent me a look, his jaw tightening.

"jamie."

i tested and he looked to the table.

"talk to me."

"of course she has to give him permission."

i heard from behind me, all the men laughing. he sighed hard, looking over my face. they had been chatting about us since they sat down and i was trying hard to ignore them. clearly we both were.

"maybe we should go."

he said just above a whisper.

"ill ask the waitress for the check, yeah?"

he nodded as i stood.

"oh so now she gets up, gotta give him a break."

they all laughed and i paused, my face straightening and buck giving me a look.

"you got a problem?"

i asked, not turning around.

"I wasn't talking to you."

he said gruffly, still holding a laugh. i clenched my jaw.

"No but you're talking about me and someone I care about."

"Let's just go."

buck tried but i shook my head, finally turning to face the man.

"No, not until he apologies."

i said sternly.

"We both know that's not gonna happen."

bucky defended, his presence looming behind me as he stood.

"He's right darlin, why don't you just buzz off."

"I'm not your darlin, asshole."

i watched intently as he stood, moving to stand over me. he and bucky were probably about the same height but in the moment i felt bigger than both of them combined.

"What was that?"

he fumed.

"Apologize."

"No."

i clenched my fist and felt buckys hand gently against my arm.

"y/n just dont."

i looked back to him.

"you may not enjoy violence but i have no problem with it."

i growled. he looked between my eyes.

"lets just go."

he tried to pull me towards the door but the man stopped him.

"hey i wasn't done talking to her."

the man said, bucky starting to challenge him back.

"we're going man, just leave us alone."

the man looked back to me with a smirk before pushing bucky. he just sighed and shook his head.

"God damnit."

bucky said under his breath. i was already staring daggers into the guys head.

"that was a mistake."

"and whys tha-"

before the word even got out of his mouth my fist was colliding with his jaw. he had stumbled back, Bucky tripping him as he went and grabbing my hand.

"time to go."

he said, and without even thinking i was letting him drag me out of the diner.

"we didnt pay!"

i protested as he lifted me onto the back of his bike.

"im an ex assassin, not a thief, i put a twenty on the table."

he said quickly, getting on and starting it. when we both looked up the gang was coming out into the parking lot, all looking rather angry. the man stumbled out the door last.

"shit."

Bucky kick started his bike before pulling out of the space. a few of the guys were quick to get on their own but we were already gone, the diner fading into the background. i clutched onto Bucky for dear life as we wizzed down the street. you could hear the rumble of a few of the other men's bikes behind us but Bucky was weaving through traffic so much i was sure they would lose us, and then he turned down an alley way slowly.

"can we not have one day off?"

he grumbled, stepping off the bike and looking over me. i closed my eyes and shook my head for a second before swinging my leg around and sitting off the side of it.

"we had today off, its the break we need."

i mentioned, annoyed, picking my hand up to look at. the pain was starting to set in now that the adrenaline was wearing off. i looked up to him and noticed him staring down at my hand as i opened and closed it slowly.

"Shit, I hope that's not broken."

I looked down over my knuckles again. They were definitely bruised but it didn't hurt as bad as it could've. I just shrugged and slid off the side of the bike, shaking my hand out.

"I'll be fine. How are you?"

He gave me a look.

"I'm not the one that just punched a guy three times bigger than them."

I shrugged again.

"Words hurt buck, I know you. How are you doing?"

I persisted but he just sighed. When he leaned forward, trapping me between him and his motorcycle, his hands at my hips, I felt a little bit better.

"With a pipsqueak like you to defend me I'm doing just fine."

I raised my brows at him, smirk on my lips.

"You mean that?"

i tempted and He nodded solemnly.

"you know i do."

he pressed his forehead to mine and breathed deeply.

"i love you Jamie."

i said softly, pecking him on the lips. i could feel his thumbs rubbing circles into my hips as we stood there for a second. this was something that happened a lot too. the nickname had become one of those things that tended to calm him down, ground him, make him feel new since no one else had ever called him that.

"i love you too."

he whispered before pulling away. he took my bruised hand in his and kissed my knuckles.

"ready to go home?"

i asked and he nodded.

"yeah, lets get some ice for that and cuddle up on the couch."

"watch a movie?"

i inquired. he smiled a little bit before kissing me softly.

"absolutely."

#wattpad #x reader #Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #white wolf #falcon and the winter soldier #captain america #marvel #329

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 30

30 issues wow...forget the fact that I skipped like 5 issues of crossover event nonsense

another big ole swerve recap omg

this trial is so messsyyyyyyyyy lmao 

hvbajdfbahsjkfdbhjs starscream listening to meagtrons speech looking like ‘hmmmmmmm I may have miscalculated’ 

prowl looks pissed af meanwhile optimus just looks dead inside lmao

I mean. megatron kinda does have a point. this is like, the most biased, conflict of interests lookin trial of all time, in that all the major participants have some sort of long, complicated history with each other. what a mess

optimus, listening to megatron’s speech: wow this is worse than divorce court was

oh shit I totally forgot that those decepticons attacked the trial 

MAGNUS HAMMER AYYYYYY

a guy saying ‘objection!’ as optimus prime punches half his face off...that pretty much sums up idw op lmao 

op: oh thank god, I can punch shit now. I'm not cut out for this bureaucracy nonsense

megatron: thanks, random decepticon, for the attempted rescue, but I'm super old and I just want to nap so no thanks

random decepticon: wtf- [gets murdered by optimus prime]

I love op’s big ass antennae 

meanwhile, brainstorm goes to a bar and instead of buying anything, pulls out his own drink. I feel like that isn't allowed in most bars, or is at least frowned up vbsjdhfbhjdkfn. ily brainstorm 

also? big ass mood I was so broke last time I was on a barhopping vacation w/friends that I brought a cheap giantass bottle of mixed drink in my backpack and just drank that at all the bars lmao

WHIRLLLL I love his humansona sm. and also I love that whirl is into artsy french movies or w/e omg

brainstorm, drinking thru a wrist funnel: sorry I cant take my mask off rn it isn’t plot relevant yet

‘earthlets’ lmao

I love that rung is like, too pretentious to care that much about movies and would rather read earth books lol

and then bluestreak is like ‘yeah they have books...comic books’ can this man not read

I still cannot fuckign believe that the argument that got megatron out of a for-sure death sentence or w/e was ‘its not a war crime if we’re on the moon’ liiiiike what the actual hell lmao

also I love that, once again, we see magnus’s strict adherence to the law, technicalities and all

magnus: you cant really stop a trial and move it somewhere else where the laws are better suited to the outcome you desire

prowl: what are you, a cop? fuck off

also op being like ‘ok whatever all that doesn't matter...what DOES matter is that it would look bad for us to move the trial to cybertron in an obvious attempt to circumvent the rules, and public perception is what’s most important, fuck all that ‘morality’ bullshit’

meanwhile, rodimus is dead! and ambulon is also dead, which makes first aid sad, which makes ME sad

ayyy, rodimus is still alive! well, one rodimus is alive, at least 

rodimus and megatron really have the vibes of ‘stepfather and stepson forced to work together on a family road trip gone wrong after dad decided to sit this one out’ lmao

ah yes, ‘malaise’ the medical diagnostic term for ‘I don't feel so hot and idk why’ that practitioners like to throw under the ‘diagnostic notes’ section of lab orders to explain why they're ordering every blood test under the sun for a patient 

I love medical terminology. ANYWAYS

BE NICE TO MY BOY MEGATRON. 

rodimus: listen I have to come to terms with the fact that there's another version of me right here, and he’s DEAD, which means we can’t fuck, which is super lame 

I firmly believe that rodimus would be team ‘hell yeah id have sex with my AU self’ tbh 

I find it interesting that megatron is often casting blame for his actions onto others - here, he says that rodimus made him realize he doesn’t want to stop doing stuff w/his life, and then says that starscream forced his hand w/the whole ‘luna 2 law’ thing, and previously he’s said how whirl beating him up in jail is what led to him abandoning pacifism - take responsibility for your actions and decisions dude!

though he goes on to say here that he resorted to violence because he realized that the system that was in place could withstand everything else he would have tried to use to change it, which is super interesting 

megatron: okay, yes, I MIGHT have murdered billions, but I could help find us a new planet, which would be baller, sooooo...how about you co-opt your lame son’s frat boy ship and put me in charge? 

op: sounds fair to me. now how about we do some more Big Speeches before I make you somebody else’s problem

vbhdjskfbhaskdjf the ‘team rodimus’ lineup setup reminds me so much of the ‘together we make the ______’ meme with the different members being like, ‘the power’ ‘the gay’ ‘the awesome’ ‘the guy with no ears’ hbvhjdkfbs

chromedome: if I do this I could die

rodimus: that sounds like a you problem bro

‘this one time’ YEA RIGHT c'mon cd honor your dead husband’s wishes

omfg I forgot abt brainstorms ‘early early warning system’ lmao

I love nautica soooo much oh man

ooooof drift :( :( oh no

dead future rodimus!! uh oh is right

rodimus, known himbo: I'm sure I can defeat the inevitability of future events! all I have to do is cut my own arm off!

tailgateeeee he’s so cute...I love that he can tell stories of his daring escapades, just like at the beginning of mtmte, but this time its actually TRUE

OH SHITTTT GETAWAY

he looks so fucking sinister there lmao how are we NOT supposed to realize he has bad intentions from the get-go

‘you’ll make a prime one day’ well, getaway, you’re right about that at least...

cyclonus in the bg like 🤨🤔 at getaway

seriously I cant get over how getaway has such a slimy kinda vibe to him, like specifically in his interactions w/tailgate - this is before things even really take off but I'm still like TG GET AWAY (lol) FROM THIS GUY

cyclonus: somebody flirting with my crush? better go stare out a window instead of communicating absolutely anything to said crush about my feelings!

honestly I feel like, while megatron renouncing the decepticons and becoming an autobot is certainly interesting, it would be equally interesting for him to remain a decepticon but try to change the philosophy of the movement 

like, I get why op had him give that speech - to prevent the cons from trying to free megs again/thinking that he was being coerced into things (ironic considered he WAS coerced into giving that speech) - but it’s kinda the easy way our for megatron - being able to completely abandon the decepticon cause and not deal with it at all, and start over anew as an autobot

it would've been a lot harder to remain a con and try to reform what he has broken in the decepticon movement - but I think that would've been really interesting

though from a writing logistics standpoint, I get why jro didn't go for that bc we don't get a lot of other decepticons in the cast for that to work, and also megatron still definitely DOES have to face down all his mistakes w/the decepticons w/the djd and overlord and whatnot

anyways. I cant believe that all megatron had to do to join the lost light was make ONE speech denouncing the decepticons. like, they should've at least had him do a tiktok dance too or something, just to make it a really tough deal

I love the rodpod vbhjfsdkfbjaskjndfj

ok but I still don't really get the logic of making megs CAPTAIN like ouch. poor rodimus 

I feel like making megs a bartender at swerves or st would've been WAY more useful in showing him humility or w/e. OR it would've made him evil again, which, fair, 

ratchet: don't worry, we’ll medically poison him, it’ll be fine

ok but rodimus is right, this is SO messy, op wants to prove his ex husband isn't 100% evil so he’s like ‘ill let my rebellious son deal with him’ lmao god. I love this setup so much, its so wild

ratchet is also right, rodimus’s fuckup definitely pales in comparison to megatrons All That 

OH BRUTALLLLLLLL when ratchet says the list is fake ‘because my name’s not on it’ FUCKING OUCHHHHH

‘only bad guys say ‘unhand me” rodimus ily

omfg ‘we’ve practiced this’ of course they've done evacuation drills...magnus ily

lmao it’s the panel where it looks like rodimus and megatron are doing karaoke or having some sort of rap battle

and the lost light is GONE! oh shit!!!!

and there closes issue 30! once again we’ve gotten a lot of setup and exposition - which, while definitely necessary, means I don't have too much to say

I will say, throwing megatron onto the lost light has definitely mixed things up, and it’s interesting to see new dynamics already forming

so, until next time!

#lj rereads mtmte

[wolferals]

🇪🇸di mi nombre🇪🇸

finally fallin' chapter 5

arón piper x reader

(The spanish is all google translate, i wont take responsibility for mistakes)

chapter 5

After your „date" with Arón, he had been so sweet to walk you back to your small apartment at around 9:15. On the way there, he had reassured you that you were going to be fine filming the video with him.

You were still pretty nervous and to be honest a little anxious already.

To explain your concern about the smallest thing, it'd be good to clear some things.

When you were 14, your grandma had died right after Christmas. That had really gotten to you, you had been very close with her, and you hadnt gotten the chance to say goodbye go her.

Thats how it all started, your sadness, the loneliness.

You had spent days and nights sitting on your bed, listening to sad music and just staring at the ceiling.

The years after that it had gotten a little better, you didnt cry at the thought of her anymore but now every little thing triggered your mind into thinking you were going to get hurt or embarrassed.

You were overthinking everything.

And to briefly explain why you got so nervous when a guy looked at you or complimented you, you had never been in a super serious relationship. And you were almost 20 now.

Some people would say its weird but you had realized that maybe your time hasnt come yet, and that was okay for you.

So as to right now, you were sitting in the subway on the way to the address Arón had sent you.

College had been alright today, Itzan and you had had lunch together again and had spent some more time finding ideas for the photo shoot with Arón.

You were still nervous but tried to calm yourself down by thinking back to what Arón had told you. He was going to be there and he had done nothing but be comforting and sweet to you.

On the right station you got out and walked to location.

It was a big market place somewhere in Madrid and you immediately spotted Arón in the crowd. He was wearing a black shirt and a jeans jacket over it. He looked good.

You walked up to him and he noticed you right away and walked towards you.

„Hola chica, you feeling good?" He pulled you into a tight hug.

That had been your second hug. The first had been the night before when he had taken you home and then left.

His hugs were tight but so comforting to you.

„Hey, I'm good how are you?"

He put his arm around your shoulder and you guys walked back to the others.

„Guys that's y/n, my girlfriend."

Your head shot up to him.

He grinned and added:"In the video."

You started laughing as well.

Then yon got introduced to the other guys and you went through the scene again before you relatively quick went to filming. The first scene had been easy for you. Just walking around, holding Arón's warm hand, pretending to be interested in everything around you.

Since he was a lot taller than you, you used the opportunity to put your head on his shoulder while walking.

He pressed your hand tightly until the guy yelled a loud „cut."

You walked back to the camera to see the scene from this perspective. Arón was still holding you hand until you both realized and he let go, grinning at you.

„That was great guys, we already got it." His friend „Moonkey" spoke and highfived you both.

The next scene had been the one, getting some food and sitting down at a bench. You had to feed each other a little to seem „cute" until you spilled the ketchup from your fries on his shirt, making you laugh out loud. For real though, it hadnt been planned but Arón later on had said that it was perfect for the video.

It was getting darker over the course of filming those cute/funny scenes with the guys and at around 7 you decided to take a break and get an actual snack.

The guys got burger and stuff but since you and Arón had eaten for the scene before, you just grabbed drinks and slowly walked to the next location.

The cameras were wrapped up in bags that the guys could easily carry as backpacks.

The club you originally intended to film a scene it was closed that day and the next one would've been to far to walk so you had to change your entire plan.

„Why dont we film the rooftop scene now and include some dancing and jumping around? Turn on some music and you guys dance."

Arón agreed immediately but you again got self conscious, having to dance in front of a couple boys.

Arón reassured you again and took your hand as you were making your way up to the top of the building.

While the guys were setting up the cameras and all, you and Arón were standing together, talking.

He again told you stuff like:"Close your eyes and just pretend no one is there. You're gonna do great I'm sure."

You smiled at him and then examined the view over the city and its lights.

„Alright Arón, y/n just sit down over there, cuddle and maybe watch the stars i dont know." <Moonkey> laughed and you both did as he said.

Aròn put his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

You intentionally closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat and breathed in his cologne. You were fully enjoying this until something or something basically ripped you out of your thoughts and your comfortableness.

„Cut thanks."

Arón seemed to be a little startled as well because it took him a bit until he removed his arm from you.

„Now, dancing. Arón show her what you got." one of them laughed. „Cabrón, i cant dance." Arón cursed and looked at you.

He then turned on some reggaeton you didnt know but it was perfect for dancing so you took a deep breath and let all your thoughts go.

You grabbed Arón's hand and just started dancing around like you didnt care who was watching.

It seemed to help him because he got more comfortable as well and you ended up jumping and running around the roof terrace, not giving a shit at all.

<Moonkey> was dancing along behind the camera and the mood was set.

You all had so much fun that second and you wished it wouldnt end.

To be completely honest, you owned it. You felt everyones gaze on you, Arón was almost looking at you freaking out in awe, as he was dancing with you.

If you werent so in your own state, you'd think there was a certain tension between the both of you.

„Cut. As sorry as I am to stop whatever is happening here, we need to finish this so I can cut it."

„Off to Arón's." The blonde guy spoke and again packed the camera in the bag.

You caught your breath first and then looked at Arón.

You started to laugh loudly, not being able to believe how careless you were just dancing.

Arón smiled at you for a while before you all left to go downstairs to enter his apartment.

Finally sitting on the black couch in his living room, he first handed everyone a drink and then sat down next to you.

His place was a lot bigger than yours. No wonder though, he was an actor and probably had more money than you, not that that mattered you just noticed.

„Everything ready?" He then asked and again put his arm around you.

„Ready." you all answered almost simultaneously.

The scene was relatively short. You started by clicking your glasses together, then pretended to laugh about something and then it was time to end the scene with a kiss.

You slowly turned your head to meet his and smiled at him.

His eyes were sparkling towards you, before he smiled once again and your lips finally met for the first time.

It was a short but hard kiss.

You heard Moonkey go „whooo" behind the camera, but you were too focused on Arón's kiss.

It felt better than you had expected and by now you were almost sure you had deeper feelings for him.

Was that crazy since you didnt even know him that long?

„Cut." someone broke off your kiss and you kept on looking into each others eyes for a little.

„Guys" Moonkey laughed, official breaking the tension going on.

Afterwards, the guys packed their stuff, took some time finishing their drinks and then took off relatively quick.

„Alright I'll cut it together and send it to you next week or something." His friend told Arón and they talked a bit before you heard the door close.

You were still sitting in your exact position on the couch, with the half full glass of red wine in your left hand.

„See, it went fantastic." Arón fell down on the couch next to you.

„Yeah..."

-„Thank you. I had a lot of fun." you finished your sentence.

Arón smiled at you.

„Me too."

And then it all went super fast.

The alcohol kicked in and you guys went off to talking about rather intimate topics and he scooted closer to you.

„Ill call you next time I need a fake girlfriend." He slurred and laughed afterwards.

Since you were a bit tipsy you joked:"You can leave out <fake> too, thats fine with me."

Arón started laughing again and before you knew, his lips were on yours again.

This time it was more forceful and rougher.

You liked it a lot.

He grabbed the drink from your hand skillfully and placed it on the table without breaking the kiss.

And then he was on top of you, with both his hands holding your head.

You knew you had to stop him before it got too much but your drunk mind wanted it more than anything that moment.

Next thing to happen was him taking off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs.

„Joder, Arón." you cursed and looked down on him.

Arón chuckled at your comment.

„Di mi nombre, bebe."

#elite #aronpiper #cute #preference #omander #aronxreader #ander #preferences #smut #itzan escamilla

[bucky-at-bedtime]

Right Under My Nose

Chapter One: An Intricate Idea

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Background Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: When you lie to your mum about having a date to your brother’s wedding, things spiral swiftly and ridiculously. Suddenly, your thrust into fake-dating your best friend, and everything begins to change.

A/n: I’ve joined the fake dating train lets see how this goes lmao. This story is cliché. It will be full of stereotypes and unrealistic situations, but it will also be fun. It will be cute and funny and writing it bought me a lot of joy. Not everything can be groundbreaking. So, if you don’t mind a few fanfic clichés, please, do read on.

If you want to be tagged, have any questions or just want to chat, send me an ask!

It’s late when you show up to the bar. You slip into the usual booth, falling boneless against the padded seat and take a deep breath. Tequila-stained leather. Copious amounts of beer. Fried potato. It’s all familiar and comforting. The stress runs away with the breath you let out. Temporarily.

“Sorry,” you huff, brushing the hair back away from your face, “mum called, and I couldn’t get her to stop talking for like two hours.”

When you finally open your eyes, the amused faces of Steve and Natasha are across from you. Bucky is beside you, his hand on your shoulder, jokingly comforting. The cozy bar is dimly lit, strung with fading fairy lights. Your usual booth could be found in the back, a seemingly permanent bowl of hot fries in the middle.

“We thought you might’ve drowned,” Bucky chuckled, gesturing towards the pouring rain that streamed down the windows. You had leant against the brick wall of the bar, under a miniscule amount of shade to avoid getting drenched.

“I wish I had.” You smirked, picking up the full beer bottle they had bought you and taking a swig.

“What did mum want? Is she gonna call me about the seating arrangements?” Steve butted in, questioning you about your mother’s wedding advice. He had popped the question to Nat a mere 6 months ago after a 6-year long relationship. Somehow, they had only become more in love.

“Of course she is, this wedding means more to her than the latest episode of This is Us.” You shook your head gently as Steve smiled proudly, throwing his arm across Nat’s shoulder. “She actually wanted to know who my date for your wedding is.”

The entire bar seemed to fall silent in the wake of your statement.

You watched lamely as Steve choked on his mouthful of beer. Nat was blinking rapidly at you, her eyebrows raised. Bucky just looked confused, staring off to the side as if trying to recall past conversations. The intimidating red-head was the one to break the silence.

“As the people getting married and your best friends,” she started, leaning forward, “I think we are collectively offended that we weren’t aware of your date”

Steve and Bucky nodded their heads in agreement.

You shook your head, attempting to avoid eye contact with all of them. “I don’t have a date. That’s the issue.”

“I’m gonna need someone to explain this one.” Bucky mumbled, brows still furrowed in deep confusion.

You huffed, wished you hadn’t said anything, then started the explanation.

“I, very stupidly, ticked ‘+1’ on Steve and Nat’s invitations. I thought it might give me some incentive to actually find a date.” You winced, realising how dumb the whole idea was. “And if I brought a date, it would show my ex that I’m not going to die alone without him.”

They continued to stare blankly at you. You attempted to spot one of them blinking. Your forehead quickly found the hard, wooden table. “I’ve made it so much worse.”

“So…” Steve’s voice interrupted your attempt to drown in your own anxiety. “Did you tell her that he bailed? Or that he’s terribly ill?”

“Or maybe that he doesn’t exist?” Nat piped up. You glared at her.

“No,” you huffed, “I changed the subject to the wedding and she talked about floral arrangements for 20 minutes.

“You realise my wedding is in two weeks, yeah?” Steve finally took another sip of beer, one eyebrow staying raised.

“Yes, thank you, I realise that,” you switched to glaring at him. You didn’t want to think about it.

“So, what’re you gonna do?” Bucky. His turn to receive a glare.

“That’s a really good question that I have no answer to.”

“You could tell them it didn’t work out?”  Nat suggested.

You groaned and picked up your beer, taking another long drink before replying.

“Mum already doubts that I am in a relationship, she’d immediately suspect I’m lying.��

There was a moment when everybody seemed to run out of ideas. The fairy lights around you winked and flickered, as if to taunt you. Your beer sat almost-empty on the table. You had subconsciously started picking at the label and now only left a sticky residue in its wake. Spending another family-gathering single might actually kill you at this point.

“Well, we’re walking down the aisle together, right?” Bucky, seemingly changing the subject, turned to the couple across the table. They nodded. As best man and maid of honour, the two of you would be paired up for the ceremony. He turned back to you. “So, why don’t I come with you?”

It was your turn to raise a confused brow. “Barnes, what are you talking about?” You looked back at Steve who looked just as confused as you, and Nat, who already seemed to approve of Bucky’s idea.

“I’ll come along and satiate your family, as your boyfriend. Then, after a few weeks or months or whatever, you can tell them we just decided to go back to being friends.”

“Plus,” Nat added, “That could be why you didn’t want to tell them too much – didn’t want anything to change between you and your friend.”

Your eyes widened as they explained, and you watched Steve’s face as it morphed into one of approval.

“So, what? I’ve had this secret boyfriend for months and show up with Bucky?”

“He’s my best friend, mum’d be so mad that we kept this from her,” Steve adds, particularly unhelpful.

“Plus, all of our friends will be there – how would they ever believe that Bucky and I are suddenly together?”

“reveal it now.”

“What?”

“Post a photo on Instagram or something – reveal you’re together before the wedding so nobody is shocked when you show up together.”

You looked over at Steve, expecting him to still look unsure, but there seemed to be a look of approval on his face as he nodded slowly, “yeah, that could work.”  

“You don’t think this is all a bit too complicated just to keep my one dumb mistake a secret?”

“I mean, unless you wanna sit at the singles table with Uncle Simon…”

“Oh god,” you turned to look a Bucky, sitting beside you with an amused smile on his face, “Barnes, you wanna be my boyfriend, temporarily?”

“It would be an honour,” he laughed, before throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

“Okay, it’s settled then.” You looked back at Steve and Nat. “I have a date to your wedding.”

“Here, I know the perfect photo to reveal your guys’ secret relationship,” Natasha teased, pulling out her phone and scrolling for a few seconds. “I took this when we were at the beach a few weeks back.”

She turned the screen to you and Bucky and you saw yourselves. You were sitting on the sand leaning back with your legs outstretched in front of you. Bucky was situated in between them, resting back against you. Your head was thrown back in laughter at something Bucky had said and he had a massive, cheesy grin on his face. You realised that out of context, this picture looked very intimate.

“Wow – we really do look like we’re together,” you mumbled, taking the phone from Nat to observe the picture more closely. You sent it to yourself.

“Caption it something like ‘Can’t believe he was always right in front of me’ or ‘lucky to have him,’ people will love it.”

You turned back to Bucky before posting it, your brows furrowed in concern. “Are you sure you wanna do this, Buck? Everyone we know is gonna ask about it.”

He shrugged, “I’d do anything for you, baby.”

You laughed and hit his shoulder gently.

“Okay.” You looked down at the Instagram post you had prepared, “I captioned it ‘sometimes the things you need are right under your nose, loveheart emoji’”

With the agreement of your 3 friends, your hit post.

irondaddy: @ms.potts I knew it

sam_the_falcon: wtf

sam_the_falcon: excuse me

witchy-wanda: congrats guys!!

godofthunder: about time these two came to their senses

RUMN Tags

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky fic #fluff #bucky barnes x you #fake dating

[fatrainbowmermaidunicorn]

PROMPT GAME #1

Totally unedited and I have to cut the storyline a little short, because well, its supposed to be a drabble. Ahahah ❤ and I decided to combine all promts you requested into one.

"Seriously Jeon? You have fucked everyone else and now you are finding girls in my home?" Y/N sighed and walked passed the shirtless male, grinnibg with his mouth full of cereal. Her cereal, in her house, using her bowl.

"Not my fault your roomate is hot," he winks, totally shameless about the fact that he and her so called roomate keep the whole house, specifically her, since shes the only other person in there anyway, awake all night, with their disgusting activities. Endless activities. "Cereal?"

Y/N rolled her eyes and grab the half eaten bowl and throw in the sink.

"No thanks, and thanks for offering, since that is my cereal in the first place. Now that you have disgraced this house, would you please get out so I can comfort my roomate when she realizes what an asshole you are and what a mistake she made?"

"Aww, come on Y/N why so grumpy? Someone not getting any?" Jungkook smirk, slipping on his shirt, thank god. He might be an asshole, but hes an asshole with a bod! And its hard to be snarky with his hard pecs staring back at her.

"Ive been getting plenty on my own, thanks," Y/N rolles her eyes again. "And I rather be dead than being with you in the same bed Jeon,"

"Oh come on Y/N, I know you wish I want you. Hey, maybe I do. Wanna gove it a try?" He winks, taunting her.

"Just get the fuck out Jeon," Y/N open the door and crossed her arms, waiting for Jungkook to walk himself out.

"Okay, okay, no need to be so hostile," he laughs and walks out. "See you babe. Just call me if you change your mind, I'll make time for you," he laughs before the door slammed at his back.

The rivalry between Y/N and Jungkook started so long ago that even Y/N cant remember how it even started or if its even relevant anymore. But what she knows is that she hates that fuckboy's guts. Walking around like he owbs the damn campus. Well, maybe it started whe Jungkook pull her braids at the playground when they were 5 or maybe it didnt. It doesnt matter anyway. What natters is that Y/N hates him.

Whole heartedly.

/////

"Ouch!" Y/N turns around as her hand hit a solid rock. A rock that makes a sound. Wait, what rock?

Theres an intruder in her bed!

Y/N freaks out and immediately sits up, a massive headache attacking her head like sharp needles before she takes in her surrounding.

This is not my room.

And I am definitely not alone.

Not just not alone... Y/N turns her head slowly and nervously to the side and screamed out when she sees Jungkook rubbing his head, evidence of being hit by her hand earlier, naked, only with a blanket covering his bottom half.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Geez woman, stop shouting. Its like too early for this," Jungkook rubs his eyes and yawns, totally unbothered by the fact that they are in bed together and naked.

"Get out! What are you doing in my bed?! What did you do to me?" Y/n starts hitting him.

"Yah! Stop it!" Jungkook catches her hands and hold it tight. "First of all, this is my bed. So the question you should ask is, what are you doing in my bed?" Jungkook smirked. "And second, you dont remember?"

"Remember what? What did you do to me?! I couldnt have done this on my own free will! Never!"

"Oh sweetheart, think it long and hard and maybe you will remember," he grins and lays back on the headboard, totally relax.

Y//N scrunched her nose, trying to remember, and slowly everything came back to her.

"I cant believe I missed the dateline for my Math project!" Y/N wailed to her friend. "Im so stressed oit. Urghhh!"

"Then I have good news my friend. Theres a party happening tonight, and I heard its gonna be big. Everyone is invited,"

"Then I'm in!"

"Wow, you are really stressed out. Nerdy Y/N saying yes to a party without hesitation? Amazing,"

/////

"Wow, never seen you at a party before," Jungkook grins towards Y/N as he sits on the kitchen counter of the packed house, a bottle of beer in his hand. "This is usually my forte,"

"Pissed off Jeon. Why are you everywhere," Y/N slurred, losing balance and almost fell if Jungkook didnt catch her.

"And definitely never seen you this drunk before," Jungkook helped to steady her. "Actually, I have never ever seen you drink, at all. Are you alone? Who did you come with?" Jungkook looked around, concerned etched on his face. "Lets just sober you up a little then I'll send you home okay?"

Jungkook held her shoulders and bring her upstairs, to his room. Its such luck that the party is being held at his frat house. His room is off limits to everyone, but this is an emergencu. Hes not going to leave Y/N downstairs to be taken advantage by all the guys at the party. He knows the guys. He is one of them. But he will never let anything happen to Y/N.

Not Y/N.

"Just lie down here. Ill take some water for you okay?" Jungkook places her on his bed, covering her with a blanket.

"Nooo, dont go," Y/N pulls him, making him fall on her and giggles. "Wow, you are so handsome," she traces his face with her fingers.

"You are definitely drunk Y/N," he laughs, he hinself a little tipsy.

"No, I am not. Hey Jeon... Why do I hate you again?" Y/N stares into his eyes, not letting her grip on him go.

"I-I dont know.." Jungkook whispered. He knows its wrong. Y/N is definitely drunk, and he himself is intoxicated. And they hate each other, dont they? Atleast thats what Y/N been telling him, but Jungkook hasnt been hating her for the longest time already. Its actually quite the opposite.

"Jungkook?"

"Y/N?"

And as Y/N pulls his face, connecting their lips together, the rest of the night is history.

/////

"Fucking. Hell..."

"So I take it you remember?" Jungkook grins.

"I was drunk! You took advantage of me!" Y/N screamed making Jungkook laughed. So dramatic.

"Me?! You are the one who make the first move! You took advantage of me! Besides, its not so bad. I made you feel good," he winks. "We both kinda win here,"

"Urghhh, shut up!" Y/N quickly stands up and collect her clothes which is strewn all over the room, hastily putting it on, all the while mumbling like crazy. "Not a word of this to anyone! Oh God, I cant believe this happened! I an serious Jeon, no word to anyone!"

Jungkook laugh and made a swear sign with his hand.

"I swear. I wont tell anyone. Although are you sure? I know you want to gloat on how good I made you feel," he laughs more.

"Shut the fuck up! Urghhhh," she threw a pillow to his head, missing him by an inch, making him laugh more as Y/N scurried away.

"Thanks for the night!"

"Fuck off!" Y/N screamed out and slammed the door, leaving Jungkook still laughing on the bed, mumbling to himself, smiling.

You are such a pain in my ass, it actually hurts to fucking love you Y/N. If only you knew how I feel.

/////

Eversince that fateful morning, it seems like Jungkook is everywhere. She cant seems to shake him away. Grinning, waving, annoying her...

Y/N never told anyone about that night of course. She doesnt want to be knows as another one of Jungkook's girls, or his latest victim. Jungkook is someone she despise and thats the extend of their relationship. And she would like to keep it that way.

But fate of course have another plan and her science teacher partnered her up with Jungkook, as part of the mentor - protege program hes trying. A good student oartnered up woth a less performing on, in hopes it could help each other. Worse, after weeks ignoring him and asking him to do his own thing, the class is assigned with a project, something Y/N could never run from. And that is how she is in the library, sitting beside a grinning Jungkook.

"We are finishing this project as fast as we can and thats it,"

"Oh come on Y/N. Cant we atleast be friends?" Jungkook grins, teasing her. "Afterall, you have seen me nak-"

"Shut up!" Y/N quickly covers his mouth. "What are you trying to do? Telling everyone we hooked up? It was a drunken mistake okay!"

Jungkook laughs and mumble to himself. So cute.

"What?"

"Nothing. I didnt say anything," he smiles and shrugs.

"Look Jungkook, I'm serious okay? This marks are important to me. Lets just do thia properly and be serious about it. I will divide the work load so we can do it on our own time and we can meet uo eve-"

Y/N was cut off when his lips landed on her and he grins.

"What the hell did you just do?!" Y/M hissed, looking around to see if anybody noticed. "Didnt I tell you just now? You cant just go around kissing people! I mean, I know you are a manwhore but thats not how the rest of the human world works! Stop being a-"

Another kiss.

"Jeon Jungkook!"

"I only kissed you because you were talking too much," he smile, bunny teeth showing, chin olaces in the palm of his hand that is laced together, looking at her.

"I-uh..."

"See, it works. You are finally speechless," Jungkook smile got wider. "Lets get to work shall we?"

/////

The project did bring Jungkook and Y/N closer together. They can be now considered somewhat... friends?

"So.. do you still hate me?" Jungkook asks as they are having coffee together after submitting their final project.

"Well.. hate is a strong word Jeon," Y/N smile. "And I think I am getting used to you. But I still dont like you," she giggled.

"Well, I'll take that," Jungkook smile. "Uh.. hey.. do you want to go to the dance with me?" His voice laced with nervousness.

Y/N was surprised by his question. Is Jungkook asking her out?

"I-I mean, as friends? To celebrate our new friendship?"

"Whatt? Does the great Jeon Jungkook has no date for the dance?" She laughs.

"Hey, I spend all my time doing this project with you. I got your nerd aura all over me okay," Jungkook smile. "So will you?"

"Yeah," Y/N smiles. "Yeah, why not,"

/////

"Hey Minji, I have to meet up with my professor, kts a last minute thing. If Jungkook came can you tell him to wait? Please?" Y/N shouted to her roomate as she rushed to the door.

"Jungkook? Wait, you are going to the dance with Jungkook?" Minji raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yeah. He asked me. Wait, you are okay with that right? You said hes only a one night stand right?" Y/N stopped in her tracks.

"Of course. It was a mutual understanding. Im only surprised because I didnt know you two still hang out. And he never brings a date to a dance. And dont you hate him or something?" Minji questioned, hands crossed on her chest.

"Well, lets just say hes changed," Y/N smiles. "My phone is out of battery but I'll be back in a jiffy. Let Jungkook know ok? Thanks, love you!" Y/N waves off and went out.

Lets just see if Jungkook truly changed Y/N-ah. A fuckboy will forever be a fuckboy. And if you think a nerd like you can chabge him instead of someone like me, you are dead wrong. Minji smirks.

/////

"Oh hi Kookie, what are you doing here?" Minji gave him a sultry smile as she opened the door to see Jungkook looking dashing in a tuxedo, flowers in hand. He even get Y/N her favorite. How tentative. Minji rolled her eyes.

"Im here to pick up Y/N. For the dance?" Jungkook smile.

"Oh no," Minji puts a hand on her chest, brows furrowing in sadness. "I am sorry to hear that, but Y/N left,"

"Left? But I'm her date?"

"Kookie, I am so sorry. I dont know how to say this. But she was so happy she managed to tricked you. She said its some kind of revenge and that you are stupid to believe she would actually be friends let alone go to the dance with you?"

"W-what? N-no. Y/N couldnt... could she?" Jungkook's face pained as the clutch on the flowers loosen and drop to the floor.

"I am so sorry..." Minji carressed his face. "But hey.." he pulls him to the sofa and scoot closer. "I can make you feel better and forget about her,"

/////

Y/N almost ran home. Shes ao excited and she needs to get ready, to look good for Jungkook. She dont know why she have to, but she just wanted to. And shes late.

She happily pushed open her door, a wide smile on her face, which immediately dissapear once she is greeted with the image of Jungkook being balls deep inside her roommate, on the couch... in the middle of the fucking living room. He cant even find the decency to take ger to the room atleast? Knowing she lives here too?

"W-what?"

"Y/N?" Jungkook was shocked and immediately pull out, scouring for his boxers and slipped it on.

"What the hell?! You cant even wait for a few minutes without fucking anyone?!"

"You bailed! I thought you left. And what do you care? Arent I just some kind of revenge?" Jungkook smirked.

"What are you talking about?! Bail?!I was meeting my professor! I told Minji this. To tell you! And what revenge?!"

"Wait, what?" Realization suddenly hits him as he turns to face Minji who is smirking. "You lied? You bitch!"

"Hey, dont be mad at me. If you can just keep it in your pants this wont happen," she shrugs. "Y/N, I am just trying to show you that fuckboys will never change. Just one lie and hes already fucking someone else! How can you be wih him?"

"Shut the fuck up you lying manipularive bitch!" Jungkook yelled at her, trying to control his temper. But he knows Minji is not important right now. Y/N is. "Y/N listen to me, I can explain. Minji.. she said-"

"It doesnt matter Jungkook. Minji is right. Just one lie from her is all it needed for you to start sleeping with someone else?"

"Y/N, no. Its not like that. I was hurt. I was-"

"Save it Jeon," Jungkook stopped at the nickname. It felt so cold. He took a step forward, lurching for her arm but Y/N pull back immediately.

"Stop. Fucking. Touch. Me!" Y/N yelled. "Minji is right. Fuckboy never changed, get out Jeon,"

"Y/N-"

"Why should I care anyway right, we are just friends," Y/N angrily wipe her tears. "Maybe not even friends," she stormed off into the room, slamming the door, leaving Jungkook to pick up the pieces of broken heart.

/////

"Go away!"

"I am going to annoy you, follow you around until you talk to me. Until you forgive me. I dont care what it takes, or who knows how desperate I am!" Jungkook followed her around like a pupoy around campus for a whole three months now. Never once did he gives up. Y/N has finally had enough. The whole campus heard about how Jeon Jungkook, the campus player is now whipped and chasing some nerd. Y/N cant already tolerate the endless flowers, chocolates, gifts, texts and phonecalls that he sent everyday, but following her around, all day and all night? For three whole month? Its too much.

"Why wont you give up?! We were not even friends to begin with!"

"I am never giving you up. Ever!"

"Seriously. Why?! The fuck, why?!" Y/N has reached her limit, screaming in the middle of campus to the campus player, not caring to maintain her cool anymore.

"Fine, you wanna know so bad? Its because I fucking love you L/N Y/N! I have love you for so many years eventhough you hated me! And now that I have the chance to be in your life I am not gonna let some manipulating bitch ruined it for me! I want you and I am not gonna stop until I get you!" Jungkook's chest heaved from his confession. "Got your answer now?"

"N-no," Y/N shakes her head, eyes searching his. "It cant be. We hated each other!"

"I dont. I never did. I dont even know why you hate me? Ia it because I pulled your braids when we were 5?" Jungkook smiles. "That just means I like you Y/N. And I have never stopped since,"

"B-but all the girls you have been with? You are the campus player!"

"Its only to get you attention," he bunny grins. "I gor your attention when I slept with your roommate and I have stopped ever since Y/N. Please, believe me. I love you,"

"B-but-"

"Please Y/N," Jungkook kneeled down and hold her hands, in the middle of the busy campus. "I wont stop until you say yes. I will follow you. I will tell you everyday I love you. I will call you, text you, I wi-"

Y/N cuts him off by pulling him up, grinning, tears in her eyes.

"Serioualy Jeon, you are so annoying,just kiss me already," she grins, hands holding the back of his neck, making Jungkook smile with his bunny grin, love in his eyes.

"With pleaseure my love,"

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[puckinghell]

Liquid Courage | Tyler Seguin

Requested: Ask and you shall receive :-) Words: 2570 Note: This is kinda a part two to A Drunk Tongue, but could be read as a stand alone. 

You stand in the middle of Tyler’s living room, which is filled to the brim with people. The music is loud, as is the sound of people chattering, and alcohol is flowing. It’s a pretty regular occurrence, that Tyler’s house looks like this.

And yet, something is wrong.

It’s not that you’re seemingly the only person who’s drinking water. That is a regular occurrence at Tyler’s parties, too. He always insists on you coming, and you do, because that’s what best friends are for, but you’re not a big party person and this time around, you can still remember the taste of tequila in your mouth from last week. Your roommate’s birthday celebration got a bit out of hand, and you ended up on Tyler’s couch, although you had no memory of how exactly you got there.

No, your feeling of doom has more to do with the host. Your eyes find Tyler, standing at his kitchen island, a glass of whiskey in hand. Someone whose name you don’t know is talking to him, but he’s barely responding, and you’re pretty sure he’s not hearing a word of what his conversation partner is saying.

Sometimes you worry about him. You know he throws parties often because the house is awfully big for one person; it’s the same reason that he invites you over for dinner multiple times a week - although your cooking ability, and his lack thereof, might have something to do with that as well - but he’s never looked so alone during one.

It’s something about the hard set of his jaw, the dark circles around his eyes, the way his fingers are clenching the glass of liquor a bit too tight. You’re not able to put your finger on it exactly, not able to pinpoint it to a specific feature, but you feel it with every fiber of your being.

Something is bothering your best friend, and he’s dealing with it on his own.

You put your glass of water on the side table next to you and start making your way over to him. You almost trip over Cash, who looks at you with tired eyes. The house might be too big for just Tyler and his dogs, but his dogs certainly think it’s too small for parties of this size.

“Hey,” you mutter, resting your hand on his back as you maneuver your way to his side. He looks at you, recognizes you, and his face lights up.

“Y/N!” he says, and the slur in his voice tells you he’s more drunk than you thought he was. Tyler handles his liquor a lot better than you, and you usually don’t really notice when he’s been drinking. Sometimes he gets a bit more giggly or a bit louder, but he never slurs his words and he’s always steady on his feet.

Not this time.

“You alright?” you hum. His change in demeanor is surprising you, the crinkles of laughter around his eyes amusing.

“Now I am,” he slurs, and he wraps his arm around your shoulders. “I lost you.” He’s pouting, and it’s cute, but you refuse to think about that right now. You have to remember that you’re a woman on a mission, and your irrationally large crush on your best friend has to wait until you’ve solved the mystery.

“You looked a bit lonely there,” you needle, and he frowns.

“Well, I couldn’t find you.” He says it as if it explains everything, and you curse your fluttering heart.

“I can’t hang around you all night,” you tease. “None of the pretty girls that are here would dare to approach you if I just clung to your side.”

His face falls and you don’t know why, don’t realize what you said wrong. Surely he was aware of all the pretty girls that are currently walking around his house.

“You’d tell me, if there was something going on with you, right?” you push, and his face softens. Then, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Sure, baby.” It’s not a pet name he uses for you often, and you feel your cheeks flush red. His arm falls away from your shoulder as one of his teammates approaches him and you take the opportunity to slip away from him, and make your way to the bathroom.

You know he’s not telling you the truth and it bothers you more than you’d like to admit. You’re at least 90% sure he’s lonely. He has his dogs, and his teammates, and you, but his family lives far away and he’s not been in a serious relationship in years. He’s getting older too, and although he hasn’t mentioned a family of his own, you see the way he looks at his teammates’ kids, at kids in the stands even, and you know he’s ready for something more serious.

As a best friend, maybe you should be a better wing woman. Maybe you should be setting him up on blind dates with your hot and available friends. It’s just that the thought of him with someone, anyone who’s not you, makes you feel dizzy with nausea.

You use the bathroom and wash your hands. When you throw open the door of the bathroom and walk back out into the hallway, you’re met with something solid and warm, and two strong hands grab onto you and pull. Tyler stumbles back, his back hitting the wall, as he pulls you with him.

“Wow,” he breathes. “I’m a bit wobbly.”

You giggle. “You mean drunk?”

He doesn’t answer, and that’s when you notice that he’s close enough for you to feel his warm breath against your skin. You step back, his hands drop, his smile disappears.

“Ty, do you think I should be setting you up on blind dates?” You blurt it out before thinking it through, and you can tell it was too sudden an outburst from the confusion that washes over his face at your words.

“You, I, what?” he stammers. “Blind dates? God no.”

You cross your arms, your stubbornness shining through. “Why not? Don’t you want a girlfriend?”

He seems to think about this, as he leans back against the wall more comfortably. The silence is getting tense, and then he finally speaks. “I want a girlfriend. But I want something very specific.”

You hadn’t expected that. Your heart sinks; whatever he wants, you’re pretty sure you could never keep up to his standards. On one hand, you don’t want to hear him say it, but on the other hand, maybe hearing it from his mouth will finally give you an opportunity to move on.

“What is it that you’re looking for, Ty?”

He stares at you, his golden brown eyes searching your face, and then he pulls his bottom lips between his teeth and you feel like you’re going to faint. Maybe it’s the atmosphere, the noise of people in the background, the sound of music behind thick walls, maybe it’s how close he’s standing or the fact that the suit he’s wearing is tight in all the right places, but maybe it’s just that it’s Tyler and you’re pretty sure there’s never been anyone who means as much to you as he has.

“Y/N,” he says then, softly, “you know when I picked you up last week, and you were drunk out of your mind?”

It’s not a memory you’re proud of, and you feel your cheeks heat up as you nod.

“You told me that a drunk tongue never lies.”

“Okay?” You don’t get where he’s going with this, but as he reaches out to place his hand on your hip, fingertips featherlight against the fabric of your jeans, you decide not to question his drunken train of thought.

“I need you to remember that I’m drunk right now,” he mumbles, and then suddenly he’s leaning in and your heart is beating out of your chest. He stops right before his nose touches yours, and his breath is hot against your lips, and your eyes nearly flutter shut without your permission, but then you look up in his warm brown eyes and all you see in them is truth.

“Why?” you ask, whisper against his mouth, and he smiles.

“I’m looking for you.” He closes the gap, his lips soft against yours at first, hesitating, but when he realizes you’re not pulling away, his grip on your hips tightens and his tongue sweeps across your bottom lip. You let him deepen the kiss, allow your hands to travel up to his neck, your fingers curling in his hair.

He pulls away slightly, only just enough to disconnect you lips, as you struggle for air.

“Ty…”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, instead kisses you again, passionate from the start this time. You barely notice that he’s moving you towards his bedroom, surprisingly steady on his feet as he kicks the door shut behind him and pushes you towards his bed without breaking the kiss.

You fall back onto the covers and he follows right away, his body pressing yours into the mattress, and when he starts pressing kisses against your jaw, you come back down to earth just long enough to realize what’s happening.

Tyler’s drunk, and probably lonely, but you have no excuse. Well, none other than the fact that you’ve been in love with him for like a year, but no excuse you’d actually be willing to tell him when morning comes and he realizes he made a mistake.

“Ty…” you bring out. “Tyler, stop.”

He freezes instantly, clambers away from you so fast it’s like he’s been bitten by something. His hair is starting to curl at the back of his neck and the top buttons of his dress shirt are unbuttoned - you can’t remember you doing that, but you must’ve - and he looks so handsome that every fiber of your being is screaming at you to just do it, just go for it, deal with the consequences later.

But this is your best friend and you can’t lose him over one night. Even if that one night would most likely be the closest to heaven you’ll ever get.

“You don’t want this?” he asks, his voice tight, and you notice the hurt in his eyes. It nearly brings tears to yours.

You reach out and take his hands in yours, and you see the tension leave his shoulders. “I do,” you whisper, “but you’re drunk, and when you’re sober, you might regret this. I don’t think I can deal with that, Ty.”

He shakes his head feverishly, crawls back towards you and moves either leg on one side of you as he cups your face in his hands.

“Look at me,” he says sternly, and you do. “I want this, I want you. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“But…”

“Y/N,” he interrupts, and you let him, because you’re not even really sure what you were going to say. “I love you. I was sober yesterday and I loved you. I’m drunk now, and I love you, and I’ll be sober tomorrow, and I’ll still love you.”

His words are so honest, so forceful with truth, that you can literally feel your defenses crumbling.

“Let me show you,” he mumbles, and he kisses you again. You don’t stop him this time. Instead, you let him show you.

You wake to the sun on your face and for a few seconds, you’re confused about your surroundings. That’s when you notice a hump of brown dog against your legs and you realize you’re in Tyler’s room.

And that’s when the rest of the night comes back to you. You blush at the memories, remember Tyler’s skin against yours, his voice in your ear, his lips against your neck; it’s almost like he’s right there again.

Except, he’s not.

“Where is he, Marsh?” you whisper to the dog, who doesn’t even move an eyelid to acknowledge your question. You can feel dread starting to take over your stomach.

You were right. He did regret it. And he ran.

You step out of the bed then, ready to get dressed and run away from confrontation, ready to take your broken heart and lick your wounds in the peace of your own home. You find your jeans, but are somehow unable to find your shirt, so you take one of Tyler’s.

If he can stand the thought of ever facing you again, you’ll bring it back sometime.

Marshall jumps off the bed now, scratching at the bedroom door. When you open it, the Labrador darts down the stairs, where two more Labradors stand, excitedly wagging their tails. You tiptoe down the stairs and quickly pet the dogs.

It’s a mess downstairs, empty glasses scattered around the room, even one lonely shoe in front of the couch. The owner of the shoe, at least, has found his way home.

That’s when you smell burning.

Curiously, you make your way to the kitchen.

“Hey baby.” The voice is surprisingly light and Tyler looks chipper and not hungover at all - which is just unfair, considering your state last week - as he stands at the stove, wearing sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his hips and a white shirt, his curly hair a mess. He’s holding a pan, waving at the dark grey smoke that’s hovering above it with his hand.

“What did you do?” you ask warily, and he chuckles.

“Tried to cook you breakfast. Forgot I can’t cook to save my life.”

Cook you breakfast?

Your mind is working in overdrive, and that’s when he frowns.

“You look like you just saw a ghost. You okay?”

He’s acting so normal, like last night never even happened. You knew he was drunk, but surely, he wasn’t that drunk? Surely, he didn’t…forget?

“Do you remember?” It comes out as a high squeak, your voice shaky, and his eyes widen. He throws the pan in the sink as if it’s not smoking like a chimney, and stands before you within two big steps.

His eyes are blazing as he looks at you, his voice forceful as he speaks. “Of course.”

Your cheeks must be the color of actual tomatoes by now, but you can’t back down, you need to know, need to know if yesterday was the best or the worst decision of your life.

“Do you regret it?” You hold your breath as you finish your sentence.

He doesn’t respond right away. “Do you?” he asks then, tentatively.

You shake your head. You don’t. You can’t. Not even if it ruined the best friendship you ever had. Last night was everything.

 And that’s when a smile breaks out onto his face, a smile so bright it could light up even the darkest of nights.

“Me neither,” he hums, and then his arms are circled around your waist. “I was right,” he states, and it’s your turn to frown.

“Right about what?”

He grins. “I told you that I’d be sober, but I’d still love you.” His forehead comes to rest against yours. “I was right. Still love you.”

You let your eyes fall shut. “You said, yesterday, that you wanted this for a long time…”

“Been waiting on you.” One of his hands travels to the hem of your shirt - his shirt, really -, slips under there, rough fingers against warm skin. “I guess I just needed a little bit of courage to tell you.”

“A bit of liquid courage?”

He laughs. “Exactly.” Then he kisses you again. When you pull away, you smile at him.

“Hey, Ty?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

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[angrylizardjacket]

when i said it i thought it was true [4] {Ben Hardy}

A/N: 2973 words. Listen, I massaged the timeline a little bit, just suspend your disbelief, perhaps it only takes 4 months to be in post production. Also yes I know X-Men didn’t actually film in Egypt, but I didn’t know that at the start of this fic and now I’m sticking with my mistakes because momma didn’t raise a quitter but she did raise a fool.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

“You’re not proposing to me in a sheer shirt.” The moment the makeup team leaves, you turn on Ben, amusement tugging at your lips as you cross your arms, cocking your hip.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, the picture of innocence as he fiddles with the cuff of his jacket. You raise a singular eyebrow. “I think you do like it.” He hummed, a mischievous sparkle in his eye. When you refuse to break eye contact, your silence is answer enough. “I think you like it a lot.” 

It’s been almost a four months since shooting officially wrapped, two since you’d filmed the last of the pick up shots they’d needed, and a full month since you and Ben seen each other in person; you’d been busy with a Netflix series, and Ben had been in talks about a new project, and you’d been messaging every day but seeing each other in person is... well there’s something different. Playful. Easy. Somehow neither of you seem worried about the looming proposal, and are just making up for lost time.

“Love, you’ve gotta take it up with the stylist, not me.” He shrugged, as if helpless, and turned, making his way to the door, knowing without even looking that you’ll be following behind him. He’s chipper, brimming with excitement and looking damn good, and once he gets to the elevator and pushes the button, he offers you his arm while he waits.

“Marry me.” He says it suddenly, watching the numbers of the elevator tick up to your floor. There’s no-one around, and the ring is still in his pocket.

“What?” With a frown, you step into the elevator, and press the button for the lobby, still tucked up against him.

“What if we just show up engaged?” He asks, hand in his pocket where he’s fiddling with the ring box. He’s not nervous, just contemplative.

“And deprive Swarovski of their moment?” You scoffed, and he tipped his head to look at you, eyebrows raised in exasperated amusement.

“I know you hate the ring, ‘too gaudy, too ostentatious by half’, isn’t that what you said?” He snickers after doing as half decent imitation of you. Giving him a shove, you duck your head to hide your embarrassed smile.

“It’s so ‘look at me! Look at me!’” You huff, and he can’t help but laugh at that. The sound of it, in person rather than over Skype, made you feel, for lack of a better phrase, like you were home. Not that there really was a better phrase, you just didn’t want to think about or admit how much you’d missed him.

“Sorry to say, dude, but there’s nothing more ‘look at me! Look at me!’ than a red carpet proposal.” And yeah, okay, maybe he had a point, but that was one night, you had to wear that ring until... they hadn’t told you the DVD release date, but you’re pretty sure it was some time in the New Year. When you bring this up, he just rolls his eyes. “You’re not the one getting down on one knee for a fake proposal; I’m gonna look like an idiot when this is all over.” 

“Well fine, if you’re so worried, I’ll propose.” Instead of dwelling on his words, you step away, holding your hand out expectantly. When he just stares at you, bewildered, you motion for him to hand the ring box over, and he finally cracks a grin, shaking his head.

“If you think I’m gonna be caught dead in that ring you’re wrong.” He spluttered, and you can’t help but laugh at that.

“Fine, I won’t take your first proposal away from you.” You hum with a smile, tucking yourself back against him. He goes very quiet. It takes you a few moments, but you look up at him, brow furrowed. He seems lost in his own thoughts. “It- Ben you’ve never been engaged before, I feel like I’d know if you had been.” Your words snap him out of his trance and he looks at you with wide, bright eyes, and an unconvincing smile.

“Yeah, no, I would have told you by now otherwise.” The silence that falls around you in not a comfortable one, and you’re glad when the elevator comes to a stop. “I got close once, though.” He admits, quietly. You don’t know how to respond to that; you hadn’t considered how much those words would hurt. You want to ask with who, but you already felt an unreasonable rush of jealousy at the thought of someone else stealing his heart enough for him to want to be with them forever. Unreasonable jealousy.

Filming for X-Men started a week ago and he’s only called you once; he’s on a film lot somewhere in Canada and his hair is curly and god he looks cute but the apartment feels so empty. He’s bright eyed and excited. He’s rambling about how busy he is, and he’s still wearing his makeup. The call lasts five minutes; the cast are going out for dinner. You tell him to have fun, but you’re heart’s not in it; he can sense it, and promises to call you tomorrow, before he hangs up.

He doesn’t call, part of you isn’t surprised.

“Marry me.” He asks again, voice low in your ear. The others in the car can’t hear him, but part of you is afraid they might. They don’t technically know it’s not a real relationship, though part of you thinks Gwilym has his doubts, not that he’d ever voice them.

“Not the time.” You shoot him a warning look, and he just slings an arm around you, leaning back in his seat. 

“You’ll regret not letting me be low-key about it.” He warns in return, giving you a blithe smile, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Low-key about what?” Lucy asks, and you elbow Ben in the ribs. He keeps smiling, though his mischievousness slides to something more fond as he actually looks at you.

“About anything.” You say by way of explanation, and though she, along with the rest of the car, still look confused, they don’t push it. There’s reporters everywhere when you get out of the car, and you and Ben are the last ones out.

“Last chance before this becomes a spectacle.” He murmurs when he steps out after you, straightening the back of your dress just a little, and he sounds amused, but there’s something genuine in his voice, and you take a moment to pause, turning back to him. His hands land on your hips, his touch light, and his expression is so familiar it hurts, and you realise he is a little nervous; it’s a very public setting for what should be a very private matter. With cameras going off all around you, you pull him in for a kiss, and he relaxes somewhat, kissing you back with his grip tightening on your hips.

“We’re being paid to be a spectacle.” You remind him, and he nods, smiling softly, and the two of you make your way down the red purple carpet together. You have to stop every few feet to do interviews, and soon enough you had pulled ahead of Ben; he had a much larger part in the film that you did, it wasn’t surprising the reporters wanted to monopolise him. It still felt strange, to turn and not have him there. Sometimes you’d do interviews with the other boys, sometimes he’ll be there, and as the main photo area loomed, you could finally feel the butterflies in your stomach.

Soon.

Perhaps too soon.

“What do you mean you’re going to Egypt?” You snapped, wishing your internet connection was better so he could see you glaring clearly.

“I told you about it ages ago.” Ben sighs, clearly tired. It’s there in his eyes, how drained he is, how hard he’s been working, and your expression softens.

“That’s exciting,” you force yourself to take a breath, it was the first time you two had spoken that fortnight, neither of you needed this to be hostile. The days had started feeling so long when you don’t hear from him; all you want is a damn hug and he’s on the other side of the world. “What if I come visit you?”

“In Egypt?” He asks, eyebrows raised.

“In Egypt.” You confirm, a weak smile on your face, he doesn’t look thrilled by the process.

“Don’t bother.” He sighs, and the moment he sees your expression fall, he realises how his words had sounded, and he’s sitting up straight, panicked look on his face, spluttering his way through an apology. “I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just busy and it’s going to be hot and-”

“No, I get it.” Your dejected sigh was followed by a yawn, and you hovered over the end call button. “When you’re less tired I think we should talk.” You tell him, and you see the confusion, fear, and resignation pass over his face in quick succession.

He agrees quietly, and neither of you really say goodbye before hanging up.

He was tapping on your shoulder as you were halfway through talking to E! News, and you’ve never been more anxious and excited in your life, and never so thankful to not be at the main photo area on a red carpet. His timing was perfect.

“So sorry, could I borrow Y/N for a minute?” He smiles charmingly at the reporter, and his expression softens when he sees the relief in your eyes. 

Before he even starts, it feels off, feels wrong, feels like a performance for the cameras more than anything else. 

“Don’t get teary on me, I know how hard your makeup artists worked.” He begins, and you make sure the cameras catch your surprised confusion. He’s takes one of your hands in his, linking your finger together, and the other holds your face. There’s a moment that passes between you two, his expression softens as he looks in your eyes and it’s as if he’s looking past everything that had happened, the whole setup you’d found yourself in; he was seeing you. 

“This is probably the biggest night of my life,” he starts, taking a deep breath, “for more than one reason; you’re my best friend, you’ve been there for some of the highest points in my life, and some of the lowest. I know you, Y/N, I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, and I want to. I want you there by my side for the rest of it,” it sounds... so much more planned out than you’d expected, so much more heartfelt, and you’d be damned if there weren’t tears in your eyes. Despite the fact that this very private moment had a huge audience, which included a reporter muttering ‘holy shit, is this what I think it is?’, you could only see him. Damn if it didn’t feel real.

“I love you; I’ve loved your since-” his voice catches in his throat, and you see a hint of pain flash across his face before he’s smiling again, “since I first saw you in that damn wig they put you in,” it sounds like an addendum, like he doesn’t really mean it, or like it’s not the whole truth, but it’s enough to make you laugh, and when you look down to hide your embarrassed smile, your tears fall from your eyes, “since you agreed to all of this,” he gestures to himself with a self-deprecating grin, though his double meaning is not lost on you, though his expression turns serious after a moment, “since I first kissed you on set, though that feels like a long time ago.” Your breath catches in your throat, and he sounds like he hadn’t mean to say that last part, his voice too raw, his heart too honest for it to be a truly fake statement. You can do little more than whisper his name in reverence. Gently, so gently, he lifts your head, his thumb wiping the tear track from your cheek. 

“Marry me?” It’s a question this time, and when you look at him with confusion, disbelief written on your face at the way he chose to word it, he laughs softly, sinking to one knee and pulling out the ring box, and revealing the single most frivolous ring you’d ever had the displeasure of seeing. “Will you marry me?” He corrects softly.

The crowd behind you is going absolutely mad behind you, and cameras are going off at an almost blinding rate, but his eyes don’t leave yours. Nodding, you can’t even form words, so caught up in the moment, and he stands, pulling you into a kiss. The flash of cameras surround you like a sea of stars and Ben’s the only thing keeping you on solid ground. His grip is tight enough that he almost lifts you off the ground, and you’re on your tiptoes with his arms around you before his grip loosens, his hands sliding down the small of your back, and for the first time since this whole fake relationship began, he doesn’t hesitate before he deepens the kiss. He tastes like mint and you’re so glad you’re wearing that twenty-four hour lipstick or you know you’d be a mess, and when you pull back, you’re both out of breath, looking at each other with a something akin to awe in your eyes.

You’re pretty sure, in this moment, you love him; nothing fake about it. And you can see it in his eyes that he loves you too. This is dangerous territory for you both.

Stepping back, he takes your hands again.

“I told you not to cry, love.” He laughs gently, voice so soft as you dab at your eyes with your right hand, watching as he slides the ring onto the ring finger of your left hand.

“What can I say, you have a way with words; how long were you working on that speech.” You sniffle, grinning brightly as you examine the ring, still holding his hand. After a beat too long of silence, you look up to see him smiling softly at you.

“A while.” He admits, and something about the way he says it makes your chest ache. The moment passes and he looks down at your joined hands. “That’s fucking hideous.” He whispers, shaking his head at the sight of the ring, and you giggle, preferring to throw your arms around him, kissing him again.

The two of you are the last two to arrive at the formal photo area, with the logo backdrop, and Joe’s grin is confused where he greets you both at the edge of where everyone was in a line getting a group shot.

“What was all the commotion over there?” He asked quietly, and Ben stepped into position easily, slipping an arm around Joe’s shoulders and pulling you in. You were still beaming, you couldn’t help yourself.

“We got engaged.” Ben murmurs to Joe, careful not to draw attention to them, which was immediately counteracted by Joe’s loud ‘What the fuck?!’ “Calm down, man, we didn’t want to take all the focus off of the premiere, you know?” 

As soon as the big group shot was taken, you stepped off to the side as the four boys had their photos taken, and you could see Joe murmuring to the others, while Ben just smiled for the cameras and tried not to blush.

Photos were taken with Brian and Roger, of Rami and Lucy, and even some of you and Ben, and when you posed, you both had an arm around each other, and you leaned into him, resting your hand on his chest with your ring on clear display.

There’s congratulations all around as you’re heading into the theatre, but the biggest shock of the night comes in the form of Roger Taylor wrapping you up in a hug while you’re still glowing with pride.

“Before we go in, I want you to know you did an incredible job, dear. You’re a stunning performer and I never had any doubts about you.” As he says it, you can feel Ben give your hand a gentle squeeze. You’re pretty sure you’ve got shock written all over your face. “I’m very proud of you both.” He claps Ben on the shoulder, and Ben thanks him quietly. It looks as though he’s about to head in, but he turns back. “Be good to her, you hear?” He says to Ben sternly, but there’s a glimmer of fondness in his eyes, and Ben rolls his eyes good-naturedly. He’s still holding your hand.

“What was that?” You breathed as soon as Roger had left; you feel like you’ve been doused in cold water, though you can’t help but smile.

“Well I think he definitely approves of you playing Amanda.” Ben moves to wrap an arm around you as the two of you head into the theatre, searching for your seats. “And I think... I think he gave us his blessing?” That sounds more confused than anything else, and you don’t know how to respond one way or the other, apart from softly laughing as you sit down next to Lucy. Part of you, the largest part that had stayed sane and not drunk on this fake engagement, is pretty sure Roger’s going to be the hardest to break it to, when everything’s over; part of you worries that without Ben, you’ll lose his approval, which you didn’t realise you’d been craving until you’d received it. There’s an anxiety that builds in your chest as the lights go down, but Ben’s hand is in yours and you lean your head on his shoulder, and you can ignore that little worry for now.

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[bbparker]

The Divide Between Us (Peter Parker)

Summary: Soulmates exist and receive tally marks overtime they pass their soulmates. Peter has only ever had one tally mark but discovers at the worst moment, just who his soulmate is. 

Warning: Mentions of blood and a lot of angst

MASTERLIST 

Peter had never been as excited as he was while waiting in his hotel room for a call to action. Ever since tony Stark turned up to his apartment with the offer to help get Captain America under control, Peter couldn’t sit still he was too excited.

However, a sense of dread spread through him knowing that he’d have to leave the area, meaning leaving behind the possibility of meeting his soulmate.  Sitting on his large king sized bed, Peters thoughts drifted to him or her. Glancing down, he traced his fingers over the slim line, about a centimetre long, on his wrist. 

There was only one tally so far, a mark of how many times you’ve been passed your soulmate. What worried Peter is the fact that there was only one whereas other his age had on average 10+. His eyes did not move from the mark until a knock at the door caught him by surprise. Falling off the bed, Happy Hogan walked in and saw the state of the boy one the floor. 

“What are you doing? Get your suit on we’re going.”

“R-right, yeah…Wait where…are we going?”

——-

Peter stood at the top of the airports carpark, overlooking the scene while Mr Stark and Captain America were talking. To say he was nervous was an understatement, this was his essential introduction to the superhero world and others. They would know about him and there was no taking it back. He had to stick his landing too, the very thought of missing or tripping in front of such big heroes nearly had Peter passing out. 

His sipdey-senses went off as he felt another presence on the roof. Turning swiftly, Peter came face to face with possibly the most gorgeous person he’d ever get the pleasure of seeing. 

Sporting a black and green suit, similar to Captain America, thick toned thighs, strong shoulders and a defined waist was (y/n) Rogers. With her hands on hips she stared him down with an indifferent look. 

“I knew Tony would go find another hero to help out but I was expecting  someone like Johnny Storm, or at least someone with a similar ego to himself, not another kid.” Peter was still star struck as he felt a slight itching on the inside of his wrist. 

Her expression then changed into curiosity the more she looked at the red and blue suited boy. Walking cautiously forward, she studied him, also having felt the itching in her wrist and choosing to play it cool. (Y/N) knew what it meant but refused to change sides or go easy on him for it. 

“Are you just quiet or are you scared?” A smirk crawled up onto her lips as she continued forward slightly. The smirk caused Peters heart to pound as he watched the soft lips slowly raise cheekily. Finally he shook his head and looked at (y/n) in the eyes.

“N-no. I-uh-I just didn’t realise I would be meeting another hero so early.” Peter fidgeted, scratching behind his head and quickly looking down onto the tarmac to see Tony and Steve still talking. It was definitely taking longer than he thought it would. 

“Oh, so nothing to do with the fact that your soulmate tally is rising?” He finally noticed the itching and if possible his eyes widened further. 

“N-no way. You? Y-you’re my s-soulmate?” Peter, as if by a magnet, began drifting towards her. A soft smile graced her lips as he finally neared her, almost chest to chest. Slowly her hands drifted up to his neck. Even if she was on the opposite side in this war, doesn’t mean she wasn’t curious about her own soulmate. 

“That-thats so cool! I mean the daughter of Captain Ameri- what are you doing?” Peter noticed her slightly calloused fingers from years of training, slipping under his mask. (Y/N) let another soft smile on her face at his nervous behaviour, atypical trait of the hero world in her experience. 

“Just because we’re on opposite sides it doesn’t mean I’m not curious about my own soulmate. But because time is running out for us and ill probably be a fugitive soon, slash already am, I just want to give you something real quick.” The mask was now sitting just under Pete’s eyes, leaving his cheeks and lips exposed. 

He had expected (y/n) to take it completely off but instead, she left it exactly where it was. Peter couldn’t move, his curiosity and awkwardness getting the best of him as he watched her face come closer to his. Unconsciously as she came closer, Peters hands grazed upwards to lightly hold her waist, causing (y/n)s body to sing in joy at the simple touch. 

“I’m sorry we couldn’t meet under better circumstances.” She whispered before kissing him lightly on the cheek. Sparks shot all over Peter’s body as it recognised his soulmates interacting and suddenly his mood shot through the roof. Giddy and happier than he’d ever been in his life. 

Slowly it faded, however, when (y/n) lowered his mask back down to his neck, her fingers grazing his neck, causing tingles to follow in their wake. His body now calling to her and her touch. Her eyes glanced at Peters through the mask, and he thought he could see a slight watery look overtaking it. 

“One day, but not today.” His hands dropped from her hips as she smiled sadly up at him. 

“And I’m also really sorry about this, but I cant hold back- even for you.” Peter was confused for a second before he was dealt a hard kick to his chest, sending him flying over the edge of the building. His small yell was short as he managed to catch himself on the edge of the building. 

Looking around, nobody seemed to have noticed the small yelp and so Peter stayed stuck to the building thinking over what just happened. He felt so comfortable but nervous. The moment he’d been waiting for and now it was ruined by this conflict. If only they could of met at a different moment in time.

Although now he knows why he never really ran into her. She’s a year older than his sixteen-year-old-self and was always helping her dad out in the field. Not short after his last thought about (y/n), his call to action came.

“Underoos!” Glancing up, Peter could see (y/n) was gone and he finally understood that they were on opposite sides; now was not the time. 

Webbing Steve’s hands and stealing his shield, Peter landed perfectly with the shield and glanced around. 

“Nice job, kid” Tony said, looking between his friend and the kid. 

“Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit… Well, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's-It's perfect. Thank you.” He stuttered out, jittery hand movements being thrown everywhere. (Y/N) heard from her position and couldn’t help but let out a slight giggle. 

“Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation.” Tony deadpanned as Steve looked at him disbelievingly. Spider-man seemed to suddenly notice Captain America staring at him.

“Okay. Cap… Captain. (Y/n)’s dad oh my gosh. Big fan of you and your daughter, I’m mean not that (y/n) and I are anything but like, we-we haven’t even met heh—uh” He seemed to pause noticing his mistake as Steve’s gaze seemed to harden at the mention of his daughter. 

“I’m, I’m Spider-Man.” He decided to finish, noticing the ‘what the hell’ look from everybody, even the Black Widow. Tony shook his head.

“Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just…”

“Hey, everyone.” Peter tried to salvage but (y/n) was positively holding her nose trying not to laugh and give herself away. He was ridiculously soft hearted, in a cute way. 

“… good job.” Tony finished for him going back to talking to Steve. 

“You’ve been busy.” Steve deadpanned.

“And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda and (y/n) from a place they don't even want to leave, a safe place. I'm trying to keep… I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart. And dragging in (y/n)? Thats low even for you. You do realise any future she could have had is being thrown out the window?”

“I think I’m old enough to make up my own mind thank you, Stark. You seem to forget age doesn’t always determine wisdom. You’re a child prodigy, you should know that more than anyone.” (Y/n) stepped out next to her father, standing proudly. 

Peter simply couldn’t keep his eyes off her, she was gorgeous. More than he believed he deserved in any case. She was beautiful, powerful even and he didn’t know who he could possibly thank for pairing them together. 

“(Y/N).” Tony said almost weakly, their dad-like-bond being severed by the incident.  

“You tore us all apart by choosing your guilt over reason. Them over us. We aren’t breaking, we’re broken.” Steve looked down at his daughter, somewhat guilty for dragging her into this but he knew shed give him no choice anyways. 

“She’s right. You did that when you signed.” Tony’s anger and frustration returned.

“Alright, We're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. NOW! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys… with no compunction about being impolite.” Steve simply looked away from Tony as the other man lost hope fast. 

“Come on.” He muttered. Steve raised his paired hands, an arrow going through and cutting the webbing. Tony’s helmet closed as he looked around for Clint. 

“Alright, Lang” Steve said into comms as Peter suddenly questioned. 

“Hey, guys, something…” As Lang expanded into a fully grown man with Cap’s shield and the civil war began. 

——

(Y/N)’s energy levels were struggling. She trained all the time but fighting fully trained superheroes was different to the average trained man. It wasn’t until she stood opposite to people she once and maybe still considered friends did she recognise the full severity of their actions. 

She also knew that some may get left behind in order to stop the Zemo man; but it had to happen. She’d sacrifice her freedom anyway for everyones safety. Looking up at her dad, (y/n) felt proud to be by his side and fighting for their legacy. 

“I meant to ask but it doesn’t seem like we’ll get the time- the spider-kid?” (Y/n) actually groaned in the moment, the serious air broken. 

“Pa, no. Don’t go there right now.” Steve looked down slightly to his daughter, the one thing he feels he did right in the world. 

“Okay but when this is over, we’re going to have a long talk.” (Y/N) just rolled her eyes but smiled anyways. Spider-man and her had yet to be fully introduced or even fight against one another. There wasn’t enough time and in all honestly, (y/n) was avoiding it. 

She didn’t want to hurt her soulmate but it seemed as if fate wasn’t giving her a choice. Then the time came. Either side began in a strut before speeding up into a sprint. Choosing her target, (y/n) decided she’d have to go for her soulmate as he’d been right in front of her.

(Y/N) repeated the mantra that this was for the good of all people. She needed to get to Siberia and stop Zemo. She couldn’t put peoples lives on the line for a boy, soulmate or no. 

I can do this. Was the last thing (Y/N) said to herself before the teams clashed. Steve blocked a punch as Iron Man lands. Clint fires an arrow at Vision, causing it to explode but it does little damage. 

War Machine flies after Falcon, both weaving in and around each other in a deadly dance. Bucky  is tackled immediately by T’Challa as they trade punches. (Y/N) is the first to throw a punch at Peter, he barely moves out of the way in time to avoid the blow.

Peter just looks at her with wide eyes and was unable to predict her next attack as she threw herself at him. (Y/N) delivered three harsh blows to his stomach, causing him to groan, before slipping under his arm and twisting herself to flip him over her and onto his back. One thing was for sure; (y/n) had inherited Steve’s strength and flexibility.

Peter was still shocked but quickly snapped out of it as she was tackled by Iron Man, sending her flying a couple feet away. (Y/N) groaned as she rolled over to get up and just as Peter was ready to run and check on her, he was quickly distracted by vehicles being thrown at him by Wanda. 

———

At some point, Steve saw the Spider-kid once again and decided to finally confront him; after all it was inevitable. Cutting the web with his shield mid-swing, Spider-Man fell and landed on top of a passengers entrance to a plane. Seeing as who confronted him was his soulmates father, Peter really wanted to make a good impression; that he was strong enough to be a good match for (y/n). Though he wasn’t sure if Steve picked up the ordeal between them. 

“That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all.” Peter laughed with confidence for once. 

“Look kid. There's a lot going on here that you don't understand, especially about (y/n).” Steve said strongly, looking at Peter head on. 

“(Y/N), sir, I just wanna say that I’ll take good care of her. Also, Mr. Stark said you'd say that.” Peter fires his webs quickly, sticking to Steve’s shield and ankle. Pulling, Steve flies towards Peter before being kicked hard enough to be sent into a small compartment near by. 

“He also said to go for your legs.” Peter laughs but notices Steve going for his shield. Weebing his hands and attempting to pull but fails ad Steve grits his teeth, spins and somersaults, kicking and propelling Peter through the air.

“You should really stay away from my daughter, for your own benefit-”

“You’re really going to give me the dad speech right now?” Peter interrupts attempting to swing away but Steve catches the  web and tugs Peter towards him, knocking him down with the shield. Peter recovers quickly and pulls himself up on top of a gangway.

“Maybe not all of it but a brief summary. Its for your own benefit, believe me. She follows after me in putting duty before emotions.” Steve sighs knowing that might be a lie in some cases.

“No offence sir but I think (y/n) can definitely make up her own mind about that. She’s strong enough.” Peter swings down and Steve leaps to kick him backwards onto the gangway's leg. In that moment (y/n) looks over to see Spiderman go falling into it and her father throw the shield, forcing Peter to hold it up.

“Guess you’re right about that one.” Steve sighed and as he went to walk away he stopped, turning back quickly. 

"You got heart, kid. You’ll make a good match for (y/n) as her soulmate, one day. Where're you from?” 

“Thanks, I-i think?…Queens” Peter gasped for breath, still trying to hold it up. Steve smirked, seeing behind Peter that (y/n) was looking over curiously and knowing her, she would come to help her soulmate out of the predicament. 

“Brooklyn.” Was all he said, giving a knowing look to (y/n) before taking off to help Sam. 

Over with (Y/N), she could see he was still struggling with the gangway and she knew she would have to help, despite her being on the opposite team. 

Throwing the last punch at Rhodey, denting his armour and moving him backwards (y/n) ran towards Peter. Wanda was luckily enough to be nearby to take over for her. Running as fast as she could (y/n) dodged almost everything, a bullet nicking her shoulder from one of Iron Man’s weapons but she ignored it. 

Peter was her focus as she saw his legs giving way slowly. As she neared him, Peter seemed to sense it and turned his head slightly to see her running for him.

“(Y/N)? What are you…?” But his question dropped from his mind when he saw her kneel under the gangway next to him. The itch in his wrist began again, almost surprising him enough to drop it.

“Whoa.” (y/n) said ducking further at the shift. 

“(Y/N), you…you n-need to move, I can’t hold it, hold it much lon-longer. You’re gonna get hurt.” He was struggling to talk with the weight the gangway and his wrist slowly burning at the same time but his concern for her safety had given him a little more strength. 

“Thats why i’m here. Now shut up and let me help.” 

“Wha-” His eyes widened as he watched (y/n) place her shoulders against the bottom of the gangway and hands placed flat either side of her. She grit her teeth and began pushing upwards and to some surprise of Peter, she began lifting some weight off of his shoulders.

Watching her strength was mesmerising.

“Peter, are you helping or not?!” (y/n) gasped out noticing his lack of effort. Both managed to lift it above their heads and throw it forwards and away from them. Turning to her he held up a hand for a high five and as she touched his hand he interlaced their fingers.

“Staring’s becoming your habit, Spider-Boy.” (y/n) laughed but still not pulling her hand away. 

“I think I’m always going to stare at you.” It took a moment for Peter to realise what he said. 

“Not-not in a creepy way but like-like a … you’re pretty.” The young hero began staring again. Slowly (y/n) gravitated towards him as his breath caught. 

“Spider-man, love…” She said sweetly, coming chest to chest with him as she finally released his hand. Slowly (y/n) moved it up his shoulder before coming around to rest on his chest. Peter’s face was bright red under the mask but he was captivated by her eyes and the way her voice curled around his superhero name. He’d never be able to hear the name the same ever again. 

“Y-yeah?” He finally responded, his gloved hands automatically landing lightly on her waist as she moved just a tiny bit closer, now pressed against him. Slowly (y/n) leaned upwards and grazed her lips over his clothed cheek before whispering.

“Do remember to stop getting into trouble, watch your back and stay out of my way; or I’ll make you stay, permanently, out of my way.” (y/n) said ever so sweetly that he was swept away by the sound of the honey’d voice. 

“Yeah, i’ll-i’ll stay away… permanent-wait what?” Peter realised his mistake within his distracted state, as her hand on his chest suddenly forced him to the ground, making it crack under him from the force of the push. 

From above (y/n) smiled down at him.

“I’m a bit busy, if you don’t mind.” Was all (y/n) said before running off to engage in another fight. Peter groaned from the ground and then let out a sigh.

Steve was right about one thing- (y/n) was not going to suddenly join his side. It was her duty as a hero before him.

——

Throughout what felt like a long fight, (y/n) delivered a lot of blows and even had to result to finally pulling out her Bo staff from her back. Her face was bruised and everything hurt but she refused to give up. The fate of peoples lives relied on her winning this. 

When she saw T’Challa tackling Bucky once again, she couldn’t stand by and watch her fathers best friend, someone she admired, be hurt for something he didn’t do. Kicking Natasha’s knee making her fall down onto one knee, (y/n) delivered a blow to her face, yelling a quick sorry before running towards Bucky and T’Challa. 

Nat lay on the ground for a moment, still in a little shock from the hard half-super strength punch. 

“Yeah, thats alright, run away. My old ass will just lay here.” Nat muttered sarcastically towards a now running (y/n).

As she saw T’Challa about to put claws through Bucky’s neck, she tackled him and due to the unplanned and graceless charge, (y/n) made the mistake of leaving her front open for attack. T’Challa’s reflexes automatically went for it, and it seemed as everything around her froze for a moment while others continued to battle, oblivious to the moment. 

(Y/N)’s head turned to the side slightly, as if confused. Her breath became short. 

“(Y-Y/N)?” Her soulmate landed next to her and stared at her in horror but she couldn’t understand why as if her brain was trying to process something. She followed his eyes and looked to find T’Challa’s claws slowly retracting from her chest and stomach. 

“No, no, no.” T’Challa muttered, realising his mistake.

“Oh.” (y/n) said as she coughed. A dribble of blood cam from her mouth as her slowly burring vision looked past Peter to her dad, still fighting as always. A small smile came to her face, she loved her dad. Before she looked to her soulmate, she hadn’t even gotten to see his face or know his name. 

Finally, (y/n) dropped to the ground, the shout of Peter alerted everyone to the situation as everyone suddenly stopped. Shocked by the horrific cry released from Peter’s mouth.

“NO!” His cry echoed over everything as he watched Bucky catch her in his arms. Eyes wide, Peter approached so slowly as if his mere presence would damage her further. Bucky called for Steve desperately, as if he could fix her; but it was all white noise to Peter. Nobody could move as they watched the girl struggle to breathe. 

Peter finally was close enough and grabbed (y/n) quickly and gently from Bucky’s arms, all the while pushing him away from her. 

“Stay back!” He yelled, as Nat tried to help, fearing someone else would hurt her. Bucky simply sat where he handed, blood staining his hands.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), c’mon. Stay with us, stay with me. Don’t leave me.”  Peter pleaded as T’Challa stood back slowly, mortified by his own actions. Steve was yelling as he sprinted the distance across to his daughter. Tony stood frozen in the air, trying to compute whats going on. 

Peter squatted beside (y/n) as she looked up at Bucky Barnes with pleading eyes. 

“Run, Bucky.” He shook his head.

“N-no, we have to get you-” He tried to crawl towards her but she let out one final yell. 

“Get dad and get out of here! Now! You have to s-stop him! GO!” And Bucky listened, running towards Steve. They fought verbally before Bucky managed, with the last of his strength, to drag Steve towards the Quin Jet.

With one look at his daughter, she nodded and he understood. He hated himself for it, but he understood. 

Looking from her fleeing father and up to her soulmate, she smiled softly.

“M-mask.” Peter frowned for a moment.

“What? Oh, r-right.” Pulling his mask off, slightly tearing the edge of it- he threw it away from him. It seemed as if it were only them two as some continued the fight, despite her condition.

(Y/N) managed to cough and laugh, causing more blood to flow as she looked up a the wildly tossed curled that had been stuffed in the suit. She observed his brown eyes and slightly crooked nose. He was definitely handsome.  

“(Y/N)! Stop laughing, you’re hurting yourself!” Peter cried, putting pressure  where he could on her stomach but there were so many punctures, he couldn’t possibly cover them all. 

“I-i’m just glad to see you; really see yo-you. Tell me, tell me.” She groaned and Peter felt through their connection that she was fading faster than she was letting on. 

“Someone get the medic! A-anyone!” Natasha had never sounded more panicked in the moment as she moved Peters hands away in her own attempt to save the girl. All her training with injures kicking in. She had to save (y/n), she just had to. 

Peter simply looked at her with his own eyes, not through the mask of Spider-Man and began fulfilling her request. Brown met (y/c/e) and he watched them look at him with happiness; a strange emotion for the moment.Peter began rambling, having understood what she had tried to request. 

“My name is Peter Benjamin Parker. I live in Queens and I was raised by my aunt since my parents death a long time ago. My favourite subject is science and I have a best friend called Ned. We talk about Star Wars and superheroes a lot and until today I had only one tally.” He began letting the water building in his eyes to fall as the panicked voices drifted away around him and his soulmate. 

His voice cracked. He glanced down her wrist quickly as her palm shakily reached for his face, grazing his cheek. She had five tally’s in total after today and he knew his would match. 

“P-peter, huh?” He only nodded and didn’t notice the team having switched their focus towards another catastrophe in the making. They all watched as visions beam aimed for Falcon but hit Rhodey instead. 

“Please make this stop.” Natasha pleaded lowly as she watched in horror. Peter ignored them and brought (y/n) closer, touching his forehead to hers as he whispered to her and she continuously grazed her thumb over his cheek.

“I met my soulmate today and she more than I could have ever possibly deserved. We didn’t get enough time but I’m here now and I’m asking her not to leave me just yet-” (y/n) groaned in pain. 

“- I’m asking her to stay with me and figure this thing out because I never knew I needed someone as much as I selfishly needed her.” (y/n) smiled a broken smile as she said her final words.

“Close your eyes Peter, close them and don’t open them.” He shut them as (y/n) had asked before she drew a breath and let go. Hand falling to her side as Peter kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see another lifeless body in his arms. 

Hands removed her from his arms but still he didn’t open his eyes. Peter went limp, he didn’t care and he didn’t want to know.

Hands pulled him up and into their arms, carrying him. He still didn’t open his eyes. 

Eventually it all went away. The noise, the light and the scents of war.

“I’m so sorry Peter.” They whispered. 

He was sorry too.

[bangtan-ballum]

what i remember from the interactive introverts show in belfast (28.5.2018) SPOILERS

 this is all from memory so quotes and the order may not be completely accurate but close enough.. *pretty detailed spoilers*

- before the show began and the playlist was on, 'dans siri' kept interrupting saying "this is dans siri he left me to go look at some memes i hope you’re enjoying the playlist" and it telling us there’s no recording allowed and to turn our phones off or "ill beat you up only i cant because i’m just an ipad"

- the playlist had bts mic drop and red velvet peek-a-boo and everyone started singing and dancing to it and i was shook so many were fans of kpop omg i was liVING. 

- explaining his tweet "the weirdest thing happened, sorry if you’re here but omg that would be weird, we were sat on a bench and then this little boy wearing a fedora walked by, stopped, looked back and did this *tipped his hat* like was that directed at me?? there was no hello, nothing! and then he waited and did it again?!" he asked phil if he seen him and he said he did. dan said "phew if you didn’t i thought, i’ve just seen god, god just came to me in this form to judge me. and if he did id be going down (to hell). i am not prepared for that" 

- talking about the stage and the amazing graphic design and the two big i's at the side of the stage and dan said "look at those long boys" then called them phallic 

- a photo of dan inspired by my horse prince with the caption "ride me senpai" and phil said it was from his own personal files so he doesn’t know how that got there.. 

- phil saying they want to get to know us better but bc theres not enough time for them to take us all out for a coffee and a chat (how cute, and then everyone became soft for them and said aww) so they decided to try to get to know use all at the same time

- the audiences collective name was karen

- "you’re just not there yet. you need to get inside karen" *dan looks at phil in disgust* "phil...join karen, connect with karen" dan later goes onto say "get inside karen" and phil says "see you’re as bad as me" 

things dan and phil will not be doing tonight: 

- 'erotic role playing': *phil wearing a police helmet and carrying a baton* "officer(maybe captain) phil(maybe philly) here, danny’s been a bad boy" then dan appears holding handcuffs "please be careful with the handcuffs i have sensitive skin" 

- the show will also not be a live viewing of dan and phil in their apartment. they then showed videos of them doing things round the house and phil was eating cereal out of the box and dan was on the toilet. 

- the show will not be a giant party with all their friends and they put party hats on and then the voice said “no because none of the people replied to their messages bc they have no friends. none.” lmao 

- the show will not be them stripping and they ripped their shirts off to reveal they had the same shirt on underneath

- "unleash the bees" then "sting me daddy" by dan ofc 

- they tested themselves and had to say the same thing under the topic of "kitchen objects" and they both said whisk and said that they never say the same thing and that was only the second time they’ve done that and they were so happy about it omg

- when doing the simulation part dan was in his fur suit and had to go to the toilets but the men’s was locked and the options we had to choose from was to "ask someone for the passcode" or "use the lady door" (i know) and dan went on to say that this is why we need to diminish the concept of gender and everyone clapped and cheered omg i love him

- during the how many think we know the real dan and phil bit, dan said something about how we know certain thing (that i dont remember) and how we know some of their kinks 

- dan being v concerned about how we kept cheering for satan and judged the people of belfast for seeming happy to be making a deal with the devil lol. 

- during the sacrifice of dan (what context?) phil came out in a leather apron with gloves and said he is wearing his best serial killer outfit. 

- phil getting ready to shoot a spinning dan with an arrow and says "forget katniss everdeen, this is philniss philerdeen" 

-phil misses the board and hits dans hip and dan said “if that was 5 inch to the left then we would not have been friends anymore”

- dan trying to get off the wheel and phil asked if he needs to unstrap him and dan said "i’ve had enough of you unstrapping me" idk if he actually said that but i s2g that’s what i heard at the time and how i will remember it LMAO 

- dan had to untie phils apron and the audience died and dan was done with all of us. 

- phil saying it was distracting watching dan get out of his padded suit and then dan tried to sexily get out of it whilst phil was talking and phil stopped and stared at dan and said "im just gonna let him do it" and so in the end we all just watched as dan struggled to step out of it and then literally also tripped. then a few minutes later he realised he still had one of the shoe protectors on his foot (he called it a shower cap lol) and then took it off and awkwardly walked to the side to set it down then awkwardly walked by and laughed under his breath.

- according to the audience dan has a stress mushroom, apple and a girls motivation locked in the box under his bed. dan was extremely concerned as to why she thinks he has locked an apple in the box. and everyone laughed when the other girl said her motivation and dan said "i too have my motivation locked in a box and i’ve lost the key" 

- phil saying the key to dans box was v 50 shades of grey bc of the red ribbon

- at some point they both said a word wrong and both times they did The Thing™ they do when they mock each other when they make a mistake.

- 'phantastic phacts' as a title on screen. phil says "like what we did there?" 

- dan saying his phil trash #1 

- phil saying “put your nipples away” (when a photo of a topless man appeared on screen) and said it in some type of accent LMAO i died

- dan saying they are super best friends and soulmates -im dead- 

- wholesome howell and x-rated lester made an appearance (they swapped roles and were given topics and phil had to make good things sound bad and dan had to make bad things sound good) also when dans photo of him as an angel with a halo and a rainbow behind him, he looked at the audience, smirked and said "its very fitting" i would like the think he meant the gay ass rainbow behind him but y’know. 

- dan saying to god "implode me daddy" when he had to make the topic of the world imploding seem appealing. phil laughed under his breath and said “never say implode me daddy again” 

- *phil having to make meeting beyonce sound bad and he said bc hes so clumsy that he'd trip and kill her and was really dramatic whilst saying it and dan was stunned and just looked in shock at phil then us and said "are you as traumatised as i am right now" 

- dan having to make stepping in a puddle while wearing socks seem good and screamed and said "NO that is literally the worst thing in the world..ok you dont appreciate dry feet until suddenly they’re not. once a day we should all put on a fresh sock and go to the kitchen and step in something moist just to remember-" phil interrupts shouting no and dan continues saying "do you ever feel like you need a drink. well, with a wet sock you can just- *lifts his foot to his mouth and everyone dies on the spot* 

- dan and phil struggling to pronounce all the irish names and everyone was screaming how to pronounce it and dan made everyone be quiet and squealed "wAIT. just one person" LMAO and then the one time phil said a name right and everyone cheered for him 

- dan would happily become an amazing dancer even if it meant phil would wake up with 2 left hands and 2 left feet because he says it wouldn’t make a difference in phils life bc hes that clumsy now it’d probably be the same with 2 left feet. 

- phil would save dan from being bitten by a vampire even though it would mean that buffy the vampire slayer never existed. they talked about how the vampire could bite him and he could live forever as a vampire and phil said he would bring him bloody treats (then dan referenced to before when phil was x-rated lester*) and said "what kind of bloody treats?? omg it would be beyonce he killed beyonce and will feed me her corpse" then said "no what if they just want me dead" and then phil decided to save him. 

- dan thinks this phil without the fringe is an impostor and he killed the real phil. he screamed a couple of times throughout the show to ask where the real phils body was and said will get him to confess eventually. 

- "are you really just a lizard in a phil suit..because that would explain a lot" phil is a scalie confirmed. 

- phil constantly squatting/slut dropping to the buzzer sound effect 

- i cant remember the context but phil said something about him having layers and dan stopped and said “layers?? are you shrek? what do you think this is, shrek the musical?”

- phil had to say dans biggest fear and he said moths, and it was wrong so he got an electric shock and dan said "wHAT NO! ok right i have this thing where i hate anything underwater. like imagine you’re in the sea, what are you scared of? sharks? woop no, whales? no. but there’s a boat and beside the boat there’s a buoy and attached to that is sLIMEY CHAIN. EW NO. i’ve got submechanophobia. (i googled it i think that’s what he said idk) so its not moths, phil you know that!!" 

in the deep chat bit: 

-they talked about phobias. someone submitted saying she had a phobia of balloons and asked if she was weird and asked what they’re scared off. phil said "no you’re not weird. everyone has their fears. whats yours dan" and dan said "as we discussed before, things underwater, slimey things! uHH. but yeah i get that, its the anticipation of when its gonna pop and that’s stressful" and asked phil what his was and said "i’ve always had a thing where i was scared of the deep sea ever since i was a kid. also, not that its really a phobia but, horses. i don’t like them i don’t trust their intentions. like imagine waking up one day to a horse in your bedroom" lol 

- they talked about procrastination. talked about how changing your environment, like "doing a very not dan and phil thing" and going for a walk (dan squealed at the thought) could help distract your mind, getting some fresh air and then going back to your work with a different mindset. then talked about how phil has the need to reward himself when he does something and said that he always says to himself that if he finishes a certain task that he will reward himself with a marshmallow. and then said that if you reward yourself with something that it could motivate you to finishing whatever you’re putting off. dan said phil is using the example of a marshmallow but that he really does this and that he tells dan not to let him have the marshmallows until he finishes whatever he needs to do. dan then said that even if your procrastinating school work or whatever to just write the first word, or try writing a few sentences bc atleast you’ve started it and if you start writing that you could get into the mindset and keep writing until you finish. 

- they talked about making a youtube channel. someone submitted that he has started a youtube channel about reptiles and if they had any tips. and dan said "omg stephen. phil is probably already subscribed" lmao. phil praised him for starting a channel about something he is interested in and how its bad to start a channel just for the views and the subscribers. then said that instead of talking about what hes going to do, he should "just do it, show us that lizard" and dan said "yeah dont start off like "hi, so my name is [stephen], nice to meet you. ive always wanted to make videos about reptiles but i never rea-" lmao 

- phil saying bitch in his disstrack oh my god 

- the song at the end: "hey buddy can you give me some editing tips" 

- when dan was playing the piano and phil was singing and said that even though they’ve been friends for so long they’ve never fallen out and then starting listing things they could fall out over eg. phils dying houseplants, how dan never goes outside, phils vision is blurry and dans a furry. 

- for the most inaccurate prediction of interactive introverts someone submitted "2 hours of dan and phil twerking to the teletubbies theme tune" and then dan proceeded to twerk whilst singing it and saying the teletubbies names.. 

- d: "its basically two oscars tied together" p: "oh and they’re naked, look at those butts" d: "wow statues of two naked men tied together may not be the best thing to have when its meant to represent us"

there were some really soft things they said at the start and the end, and how we were there bc were happy(?) (i dont remember the exact context or quote but it was something like that, all i mind is that it was v sweet) and idk i just love them omg it was the best night!! 

#ii spoilers #interactive introverts #ii belfast #dan #phil #phan #dan and phil

[angel-scythe]

I need you : Chapter 9

Hi people !

Thanks again to be there! I hope you will love it! This is a short chapter where nothing big happen and still... !!

If you want to read it on ao3, smash my door |   °| or keep reading?

“I’m here since

8

Days”

 That was the little board in front of Niles was saying. The man was sat on the couch, sorting out the mail. His phone was just near the board. He glanced toward his room as he did so often. His room and then the whole apartment. That austerity started to really bother him. He tried to keep himself busy to stay in this reality. Gavin’s reality. But sometimes, like now, it became really hard.

Everything was pushing him to retreat on himself.

When he had realized that, at the moment where Gavin took out the trash, he had turned off the TV. He didn’t want to stay in front of TV, looking all the time the same documentary. When he was doing something, he wasn’t mopping on himself the problem? He wasn’t able to get up and busy him with anything… He could only do what was within reach.

And it was few things.

When the door opened, he tried to get up but as much he could push on his arms, he felt his legs really weak and let himself fall in the couch as soon as Gavin was in the house. He didn’t saw him but that was okay. The Android came to him and took the empty bowl of soup to bring it back to the kitchen.

“Tonight, I’ll prepare you another soup, you’ll love it, I think.”

“Tonight?”

Gavin looked toward Niles.

“Don’t you think eating more than one time a day wouldn’t be a good thing?”

“I don’t know, Gavin.”

“If you eat well, you’ll have more strength and you’ll be able to do more.”

“I’ve a bad appetite…” Niles remembered.

The Android turned his head and started to make the dishes. In fact, the man appreciated the other didn’t force him. He tried a bit but he wouldn’t do it again and again until he’ll yield.

Maybe in few days, he’ll be able to eat? But not now. Even though that should give him strength.

He could see progress and yet that was already a big change for him…

He wanted to do a lot of things but he also knew he should not hurry the things. He even looked for exercise to muscle his legs and be able to walk again without Gavin help. Though he’d  love to throw his arms around his neck any time.

“I’m a little robot, short and strong. Here are my handles, just turn me on. When I get all warmed up, watch me go. Sometimes fast and sometimes slow.”

That song…that soft song. He continued to whisper it, all the time. He did it when he was doing repetitive task, or when he was alone. He didn’t get the song though but still liked to hear Gavin sung it.

When the Android had finish to clean everything, he came in the living room and stretched himself. He still had his random uniform with white jacket and blue lighting. He came next to Niles.

“How is the mail?”

“Sort out.”

“Nice.”

Niles took his phone.

“Do you want to help me?”

“For what?”

“I’d like to bright this apartment. There is… nothing there…”

“Yay! That would be fun! First, you need a Hang in there cat poster.”

“Okay.” Niles gave him the phone. “Choose it.”

“Why?”

“You’re living there too so I think it will be nice if you decorate with me. And I’ve poor taste,” he added with a face.

“Do you think I’ve better taste?” he laughed.

“Yeah? You thought about the poster.”

Gavin nodded but for him, it was a joke.

“You don’t think about a thing? In movie you like for example? People you like?”

Nines thought about that. He couldn’t remember his mother decorating, in fact. Even in his childhood house it wasn’t really bright. The only thing a bit odd he could remember, it was the lot of flowers everywhere. She could take care of them for hours.

“I know what I want.”

“Yay?”

“Let’s take a pic’.”

“Of us?”

Niles nodded. He could upload the photo on one of his tablet and he’ll keep it activate to have the picture. He also could use another for one with him and Connor. Or use a program for the images to switch?

Gavin smiled. “You see, you’ve wonderful idea. I like that. I don’t often take a pic’ with someone but there, I’m really excited.”

“So… it happened?”

The Android glanced to him and shrugged, letting out a little ‘yay’.

“Let’s take that pic’. What do you want? We look like bitch? We’re silly? We’re serious? We’re cop! … No, not cop. Cop sucks. We can be cute also. You’re cute.” He tilted his head with a smile. “And sexy.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks!”

“Let’s take a pic’ that look like us. That’s what I’d like.”

“Then you must pass your arms around my neck!”

Niles pressed himself against him and passed an arm around his shoulders. Gavin hugged him back and when he started to take the pics, they were looking each other because… what looking else?

  Gavin stretched as the Human was looking furniture on his telephone. Except the poster and the photo, he hadn’t choice anything. He really wasn’t good at that. Each time, he asked to the Android his advices. But he couldn’t decide. Each time he looked all those things, that seemed useless for him, too bright? Too big? Too ridicule? And when he asked to Gavin his advice… He loved everything. More it was useless, bright, big and ridicule, more he loved. He seemed to think it was the point to decorating.

But he couldn’t. He needed something useful.

And he felt so stupid because he needed so much to have something useful when it wasn’t the point. For example, he even never had a coverlet.

“I can’t do that,” he finally gave up.

“Hang in there!” Gavin said, pushing him at the temple.

“Hm… Maybe.”

“Let’s try from somewhere else. What do you need?”

“I need…”

Niles groaned. He had everything he needed, of course. When he needed something, he bought it and there we are.

“Where did you live when you were cop?” he asked. “What did you have there?”

Gavin looked away and took the skirts of his hoodie to tug it.

Damn. He had made a mistake.

Once again.

“I lived at the Precinct. With the others Androids. We were supposed to be in Standby and used when they needed us…”

“But you…”

“I quickly stopped to go in Standby. But… I wasn’t a Deviant yet.”

Niles nodded. In fact, he didn’t know well the Androids. He had few cases but due to his mother’s relation with them, and Elijah Kamski, he didn’t really know what he should know about them. The most he knew, it was because of case he had with Connor.

That wasn’t much.

Gavin probably knew better than him if he was Deviant yet or not. Thought he’d said he was surely already since he stopped to do what he must do…

“Still, there was nothing there.”

“Then, you should definitely help me.”

“You only ask that because you don’t know what to do!”

“Just a bit.”

Gavin smiled to him. “You can’t fool me!” He bent over him and looked the phone.

Niles was looking for colorful pencil. Why not? It was a start.

“Hm… What room do you want change the most?” the Android asked.

The Human frowned. It was hard. Each room needed to be changed if you think about brightening everything. But he needed to do something important. He needed to change because he wanted to be able to face this world again. He felt so many strange things now. A second he felt he could do the difference, got up and just start to live again and the last one, everything was crumbling in the floor.

It was like trying to do a beautiful drawing with domino in the middle of the storm.

He couldn’t even figure out what drawing he wanted to do since the wind was so powerful.

Gavin stared him patiently, glancing sometime toward the window where you could see the snow. He even looked him as he was pushing back that hoodie. He wanted to rise and turn around the sofa to kiss that LED which never stopped changing its color. In a way, you could think this GV200 was weak but for Niles who never showed emotion because it was bad, that looked so powerful.

Sometimes, he was jealous of his brother because he had so much joy in his live. Each time he thought about him, there was a mix of powerful joy and awful sadness because he didn’t get why they were twin, raised in the same way and still…

“Can you sleep?”

“No. Only went to standby.”

“So you find no interest at sleeping?”

“It’s strange to explain. I can if I want and sometime, I even can… dream? I think?” He shrugged. “Never analyzed that.”

“What are you doing when I’m sleeping?”

Gavin shrugged. “Stuff.” He watched him. “What are you trying to ask?”

Niles sighed and looked his phone. In fact, the Android’s chin was almost on his shoulder and he could feel his warm. That pushed his heart to beat way faster.

“Don’t look at me like that, Niles Stern. I was a great Detective, you know. Dare to ask.”

“Will you say ‘yes’?” Niles said.

“It’s not the question I expected,” Gavin smiled.

“But if you say no…”

“You’re a tiny asshole.” Gavin looked him from toe to head. “You’re a big asshole! Even depress like you’re, you seem to be really skilled to have what you want? Seeing you in an interrogation room was probably really hot.”

“Never watched me doing that,” Niles replied. He sighed and his thumb pressed the screen, now black, of his phone. “Will you be okay… to sleep with me?”

“Yes.”

“Then…” Niles glanced toward his bedroom.

He never had needed a double bed, only a bed for him and nothing else. Yes, he had already brought partner there but he never intended to share the night with them as long as they had receive enough pleasure.

One time, Connor had been there and taunted him a bit because he wanted to sleep with him but except that, he really never had needed a bed for two.

Though he wasn’t sure he really needed one now. Being on Gavin was so good…

The GV200 was waiting for him to talk so he finished.

“We need to have a new bed.”

“Yeah! That’s the spirit! Take the most useless and ridicule one!”

Niles winced a bit. “Do you want? Maybe we could have something useful?”

“But not common. We will have a bedspread really zany.”

“Okay.”

Niles activated his phone and started to look. Gavin didn’t miss he wanted a coverlet with cat and he saw a lot very nice. This one with a bunch of cat, the other black with a white cat, this one with a big kitten. Or this one with “my place, cat’s place” with the cat’s place so big. What about the grumpy cat? The cat doing a fuck? So much! He could have chosen them all. And then, Niles found the ‘perfect one’, ‘really nice and zany’.

A white one with an effect like you had a cat sleeping in the edge of the cover.

“This one!”

“Damn you’re so cute,” Gavin said before kissing his cheek.

“You like it?” Niles asked.

“Yay! And for the bed?”

The man put this bedspread in the basket, knowing he’ll need some blankets and cover and maybe more pillow but first looked after a bed. He felt bold! Gavin was there and he was looking and he thought the quilt he had chosen was zany! He was doing well and he felt a bit of excitation. He couldn’t wait to try that and to send a pic to Connor. He will be so impress!

For the bed, he searched a lot.

He saw Gavin looking excited when they found a hamburger bed but he really couldn’t buy that. And that wouldn’t be cute with the bedspread! They find bed with soft curtains around and he liked that but it didn’t seem crazy enough. However, if he didn’t find a thing, that will be that.

They passed by high-tech and strange bed, even kid-bed like with the mattress in big boat or other strangeness like that.

It was hard because sometimes, it seemed like Gavin was really up for one but he couldn’t. Or it was way too expensive. For example, they both liked the one surrounded by woods but it was ten thousand dollars! Niles didn’t understand of that could work.

Some were funny thought. They laughed at the chocolate-bed and Gavin was really hyped by the big cat though that looked more like a joke than a bed. They found out a bed in a skull and Niles was a bit pleased but he could never sleep in that because it didn’t look comfy at all.

And there, he found something perfect!

“This one. What do you think about this one?”

It was an elevated bed but under it, there was a cupboard, some drawer and bookshelves.

Niles turned his head toward since Gavin hadn’t say a thing.

“It’s not good?”

Gavin bent on him and kissed him tenderly. “It’s perfect,” he said.

“You looked disappointed,” the man said, frowning.

Though, he had a tiny-tiny smile because of the kiss. It was just a peck, something quick but honestly? It was perfect and full of love.

“Absolutely not.” In fact, he was disappointed by himself.

That level of zany was sweet and perfect for Niles.

“Do you think you need something else for your room?”

“Blankets, pillows… What do you think else?”

Gavin shook his head.

“We don’t need to hurry up. This will be already awesome.”

“Okay,” Niles replied.

The GV200 watched him as he was looking for the materials they needed. Instead of white, maroon, black, grey, the Human went for color a bit brightly. He liked the blue-grey since few days and the light blue so he chose those tones.

“I’m really proud of you,” Gavin said softly to him.

And Niles’ heart shivered because… guess what? Except Connor, nobody never said that to him…

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Dive Part 12

Dive

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: Smut, strong language,

Subject: Smut, Angst

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Anonymous said to :

I would like to make a request and I wish you can make it a series. BTS- Jungkook. Smut- it doesn’t matter, anything does it. Angst- 3 (he uses you but you catch feelings and because of it you don’t seem to notice he’s using you, until one day.) sorry if that doesn’t makes sense. AU- 2,5 and you can make something on your own too. I JUST REALLY LOVE ANGST, SO PLEASE MAKE PURE ANGST OUT OF IT, I AM FEELING SAD THESE DAYS, I LIKE TO CRY! 😊😊😙😙😍

{ Jungkook POV }

I stared at my reflection as the gash in my lip healed, dried blood stained my chin, blood shot eyes stared back into my own. “i shouldn’t have drank so much before…” I sighed bending over the sink and splashing water up into my face, rubbing at the dried blood as i hiss from the feeling of cleaning my cracked lip.

I saw his eyes as i stared at my own. How he looked at me as i kissed (y/n), showing him clearly that she was mine. Mine until she left… I slammed my hands angrily against the sink, head burning from the headache that was coming on from losing my buzz. Music thumped behind the bathroom door, voices i didn’t even know screaming and loving on one another; only to stain my walls with unknown memories.

(y/n)…

She hung up on me after i got in here. I stared at my cracked phone screen remembering how i threw it on the ground when she hung up on me. i scared her away. that and Jimin ruined it for me. She was so soft, smelled good and was cute. She made me feel something every time i kissed her… it scared me.

“Jungkook come to your room when you are done in there.” Namjoons voice spoke into the back of the door. Chest tightening as i thought of what he could possibly want.

“k'ay.”

~

Pushing past a bunch of drunk needy girls was honestly so annoying. It made me just look forward to moving away from this god awful city. “what do you want- why are all of you in here?” I questioned as i opened my room just to see taehyung, namjoon, and Yoongi sitting on my floor; passing around a lit joint. “can you not smoke that in here-.”

“sit, we are waiting for Jimin.”

“Why?”

Yoongi cocked his head back as he released a cloud of smoke, eyes locking with my own. “because we need to talk about (y/n).”

~

{ (y/n)’s POV }

what did he just say?

“I was dating this girl, Chasity. But before that i was just like jungkook. Sleeping around and shit. But Chasity was different to me. She sent me some nudes and i kept them of course, mainly cuz i was her boyfriend and you know-.”

“Jimin.”

“Anyway, I found out she cheated on me with jungkook. So being the dumbass freshman I was, I sent her nudes out to a few people.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you listened to him pour his story out to you. “thats so-.”

“I know.” He paused, eyes glossy as he finally looked at you again for the first time since he started telling the story. “i think about it everyday and reflect on it. I want to be better.”

“Jimin how could you-.”

“(y/n) i was young and dumb and i thought it was the best way to get back at her because i loved her.” He spoke aloud closing his lips after hearing himself.  "i loved her… and he took her from me…“ He muttered as he stepped closer to you and sighed. "Jungkook wasn’t really my friend anymore after she was found dead. He tried telling me that she forced herself on him. At first i believed it. But then i watched him pick up girl after girl, slept with them, and throw them away.” He paused. “After i came to realize it was really him who convinced Chasity to sleep with him, i found every guy in school with the picture and paid them to delete it.”

Silence fell over the two of you. Your temples pulsed as you took in all this information. The cute boy from 8th grade was talking about a rough time from his past and believes he is the reason the girl is dead. There is proof that he probably is but no one will really ever know unless they were there. A tear slipped down Jimins cheek as he turned away from you, your feet moving on their own as you grab him and turn him to look at you. “everyone makes mistakes. Dumb terrible mistakes. But mistakes none the less.”

“I killed her though…” He muttered voice breaking as another tear slipped down his cheek. “I killed the one thing i actually cared about.” He frowned leaning forward and placing his head on your shoulder, body tensing as he shook and stained your shirt. “I shouldn’t have sent out that picture, I should have just talked to her-.”

“Jimin you cant change the past but you can learn from it.” You reassured him as you pulled him off your shoulder, cupping his face in your hands. “It’ll be okay.”

~

You told him that, that night. But could you believe your own words? Here you were believing that jungkook was a bad guy. Maybe you just needed to talk to him as well? no. You shook your head at your thought as you rinsed the shampoo from your hair and continued onto conditioning it. You wanted to focus back on your normal life. To stick to the walls again, do your homework, ace every test and finally graduate.

You had your moment of fame.

And now it was time to hide in the shadows again.

~

“So you arent talking to him anymore?” Sarah questioned as you woke from the guest bed beside hers. You were back to spending the night at her house more than your own, it felt like home to you again. You nodded your head and yawn a yes as the thick smell of bacon entered the room. “I cant believe you are missing out on an opportunity with Jungkook.”

“I just dont feel like being one of those girls Sarah, simple as that.” You came to her house that night and told her everything that has happened and what has been going through your confusing head; everything but jimin story.

“Jimin is just like him though-.”

“Jimin is different Sarah.” You answered too quickly, catching your breath as you look at your sock covered feet, “Plus im not trying to date him or anything like that.”

“Cant you just be ‘friends’ with jungkook instead?”

“I still dont think you are getting it and it’s honestly pissing me off.” You replied stepping into the kitchen, sarah hot on your heels; her mother looking at you two fighting.

“Oh dont fight.” she begged pouring orange juice in your cups and placing the syrup on the table.

“All i am trying to say to (y/n) is that she needs to get out of her bubble and let herself experience somethings-.”

“And all im trying to say is that i had enough of that and im ready to grow up.”

Silence filled the room as the two of your chewed intensely; her mother breaking the silence. “is this about drugs?”

~

You spent the rest of your slow sunday with a mutually agreement between Sarah and you to not talk about jimin or jungkook anymore. So the two of you went to the mall where, of course, Sarah met with her boyfriend jackson. They were honestly really cute together. They were the same height, wore practically the same clothes and took several pictures of each other in secret.

“Have you tried their wraps from here?” Jackson questioned your frozen body as you stared at the menu in front of you. Eyes scrolling up to his own to signal that, no you haven’t. “I’d recommend it dude, its like sex in your mouth.”

Sarah nudged jackson to lower his voice because we were still in public. “I think ill pass on that.” You joked ordering what you normally get and waiting for it to be done. You watched the tables fill with other shoppers as you stood there, straw in hand. “Who would have thought a sunday would be so packed at the mall.”

“Nah this is actually the better of the days.”

“Really?” You cocked your head at jackson, admiring the slight eyeliner he had on. pointing at it you smiled, “Dude you wear makeup?”

“N-n-no.” He stuttered slapping your hand away making you laugh at his embarrassed body as your name is called for your food. “Go find us a table trooper.” He spoke to you saluting you as you disappeared int he sea of mall eaters.

shes dating a complete dork. You smiled at yourself as you spot a table by the large windows, napkins and crumbs littered it but it was empty. You jumped at the table, slammed your tray down and cleaned the area around you. “perfect.” Your mouth watered at the food on your plate.

As you were about to chow down, you could hear your name a few tables down from you. Eyes widened as yous stared at the bodies a few feet away from you. Namjoon and Yoongi were sitting there sipping on coffee and muffins. You threw up the hoodie you wore as you listened to what you could hear.

“Dude all im saying is we were right about (y/n).”

“No i get that but Jungkook is too childish still.”

“I think he’s changed a bit.” Namjoon sighed as he sipped at his coffee once again. “He’s saying he cant have a serious relationship with her but he cant get her off his mind, even if he’s fucking some other chick.”

You were stuck. Stuck staring at the sandwich in your hand, condiments spilling from the buns and onto your knuckles. What was he saying? Jungkook what….? Chest tightened, throat closed, and mind fell fuzzy. Jungkook cant stop thinking about you.

but he fucked some other chick….

Before you could stop yourself the knot in your throat broke and tears began to stain the bun in your hands.

“(y/n)! Found ya!” Jackson screamed loud enough the have the entire cafeteria stare at you. Your head immediately snapped in the direction namjoon and yoongi were sitting in, eyes widening, lips mouthing your name. “Whats wrong-.”

Before anyone could ask you what was wrong, you took off running through crowds of hungry people and angry shoppers. Your chest tightened as you rounded the nearest corner and out the exit door, cool air kissing your wet cheeks as the storm clouded sun screamed at you.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You uttered to yourself as you began walking down the sidewalk, palms pressed against your eyes as you tried to calm yourself. you didn’t want to be this upset over something as stupid as this. But it really did hurt. When was it he slept with someone else. Was it after you didn’t have sex with him the first time? Was it that night?

Your phone vibrated in your hand as the storm clouds finally broke and soft patters of rain kissed your hoodie. You took cover from one of the closed stores, sitting on the cold cement as a curtain of rain began to fall. The smell of rain was calming, the patters hiding your own sobs from yourself.

more messages streamed in from Sarah until she began to call you. You answered it quickly.

“Where did you go!” She screamed on the other side of the phone.

“I-.”

“Is that here?”

Your eyes widened tot he deep voice as the phone is taking and namjoon begins to talk. “(y/n) come back here and we can talk about this to your face instead. Can you do that?” He asked calmly, hands shaking as you rose to your feet and stared at the rain in front of you.

“Can you come to me alone please?”

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Confused

Summary: Jimin + you = sex but you + jungkook are a couple so + confusion and + guilt + cheating but also + nastiness. sorry thats my best description lmao

Type: SMUT. 18++++

Length: 6.8 k

A/N: My revised jimin smut so there would be no more confusion. i worked on the revised part in like 15 mins so sorry TT, i have a hoseok smut coming next so look out for that one! enjoy~

“Do you think he’d hate me?” Jimin’s voice was quiet, his fingers gripping the bottle of beer in his hand, he didn’t even look in Hoseok’s direction, only hearing a sigh from him.

“He’d kill you.”

Hoseok was right. Jimin didn’t answer him either way though. He opted to watch you instead.

You were laughing, your arms wrapped around Jungkook’s waist as you both swayed to the light music at the party, your bottles of beer in hand as you twirled and spun. Your hair framed your face in the most inviting way, your hoops glinting in the light of the dorms, your dark red dress creating patterns in the wind, and Jimin frowned.

Your body was clinging to the dress, and your lipstick was a little faded into a beautiful muted pink color, glittery eyelids and long eyelashes sparkled against your face as you and Jungkook danced around.

Jimin watched, his mood turning more sour by the second.

“I don’t care.” Jimin announced quietly, sulking and still not taking his gaze away from you. But Hoseok was gone and Jimin was left alone on the couch, his liquid courage lighting his fire as he chewed on his lip.

Your curves, your hair, your skin, Jimin wanted to touch it all, he wanted to feel it under him, he wanted you to wrap your arms around him the same way you did for Jungkook.

Jimin bit his lip harder, tasting a little blood.

He watched as you pulled away from Jungkook for a moment, taking a swig of your drink, laughing at something Taehyung said that Jimin didn’t even bother to pick up. His focus was on you, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away.

He didn’t want to. He wanted to stare at you forever.

A slight resolve began to wash over Jimin’s face, a small plan that he didn’t want to acknowledge he was going through with set into motion, and he swallowed hard as he stared at your figure only a few feet away.

“Jungkook-“ he began, his voice only low enough for himself to hear, gulping in his last drink of beer as he stood up, stretching his arms, “I hope you forgive me for tonight.”

Jimin watched as the party goers began to file out his apartment, waving with no enthusiasm as he surveyed the crowd, his mind only a little cloudy as Jungkook began to shut the door behind him. Taehyung plopped on the couch, spreading his legs, and you sat on one of the bar stools. The only 4 left from the night.

“That was nice.” Jungkook began, snaking his way past Jimin’s rigid form in the doorway, hearing him trail with him into the living room.

“Yeah, it was.” Tae piped from the corner, taking a drink from a random bottle of beer which made Jimin grimace, but he didn’t say anything.

It was silent for a few moments, before the small sound of you yawning caught everyone’s attention.

“Kookie-“ Jimin’s blood boiled over, he hated when you called him that. “I’m tired.”

You rubbed at your eyes sweetly, causing the boys besides Jimin to giggle lightly.

“Go sleep in my room Y/n.” Jungkook coughed, coming up next to you, his hands rubbing at your arms softly, and Jimin scowled.

“Mmm.” Was all you hummed, turning around to give Jungkook a kiss on his cheek before you started to make your way down the hallway towards Jungkook’s room, waving meekly to the boys as you padded away.

“I’ll be back in a few baby.” Jungkook called after you, only earning another light hum from you a you disappeared into Jungkook’s room, the door closing behind you.

Jimin didn’t hear the lock latch, and he bit the inside of his cheek.

“Jimin, you wanna come?” Jungkook’s intrusive voice got into his head, causing him to come from his thoughts as he stared at Taehyung and Kook in front of him.

“We’re gonna go pick up some snacks and have a couple more drinks near the park. Hoseok and Jin are there too.” Taehyungs voice was too loud, and Jimin tried his best to look his friendliest, answering the two boys in front of him.

“No, I’m probably gonna head to sleep.” Jimin coughed a little, trying to sound as normal as he could, watching both boys shrug their shoulders as they headed for the door, not even looking back twice. They each picked up their coat from the closet, shutting it before Jungkook finally turned around to answer him, smiling lightly.

“Suit yourself.”

The door was shut softly behind them, and suddenly Jimin stood alone in the middle of the apartment, buzzing. He hadn’t thought it would go that fast. He couldn’t help but gulp as he heard the sound of Jungkook’s car leaving the port, and he felt his knees go a little weak with jelly.

His beer was wearing off, he wasn’t completely drunk, but he didn’t want to admit that he was sober for what he was about to do. He grabbed at the hem of his shirt, pulling in nervousness.

“I cant do this.” Jimin breathed out, his hair flying from the breeze, and he brought his hand up to scratch at his nose, a tick he’d picked up from you out of nervousness.

“I can’t do this.” Jimin said again, a little louder this time. Jungkook was his friend. Jimin shook his head, teeth gnawing against his lips.

“I can’t.”

Jimin shut his eyes then opened them quickly, breathe coming out in small puffs, he couldn’t do it.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, standing in the middle of the living room, his feet hurting from being upright for so long.

Running his hand through his hair, he turned around, heading down the hallway. He really couldn’t do it. He wasn’t drunk anymore, he wouldn’t do it.

He padded down the hallway, his black button up flowing behind him, before slowing a little as he passed up Jungkook’s doorway, stopping completely a few inches a head of it. He gulped.

He couldn’t do it. Jimin knew he couldn’t. So he had no idea what he was doing when he turned on his heel, his hand reaching for the knob, holding it as his heartbeat quickened.

He licked at the inside of his mouth, it was dry, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“No.” He mumbled, trying to will himself to stop, but his hand still stayed on the door knob, and he was getting antsy.

He didn’t want to hurt Jungkook or you, but he couldn’t help himself.

His hand was still grabbing at the knob as he fought with himself in his head, his feet planted firmly on the ground.

“Maybe...” His voice was barely a whisper, his eyes fluttering open as an idea wandered into his head.

Maybe he could just take a peek at you.

Jimin nodded, agreeing with his own self, just a peek. Just look, once, see you, and leave. Jimin nodded again, finding resolve in his own idea, and he sighed.

Just a peek.

He opened the door, coming face to face with relative darkness, but he frowned. He didn’t see your body anywhere, the bed was made and the pillows were untouched.

Maybe this was a sign, Jimin decided. Maybe this was meant for him to stop being a pervert and trying to get with his best friends girl. He was pathetic.

Jimin was so into his own thoughts of stupidity that he didn’t even notice the bathroom door opening, the both of you unaware as you walked out, towel wrapped around and hair dripping.

You hummed, feeling better after your shower, eyes darting to the bed to see if Jungkook was back, before noticing a figure in the corner, and you couldn’t help but jump before realizing who it was.

“Jimin?”

His head snapped up, and his eyes bulged out his head, it was almost too comical, and you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out.

“Y-y/n!” Jimin exclaimed, his hands coming to mask over his eyes, he wanted to die.

You smiled again, not really bothered but a little confused. You sauntered up to the bed, your towel wrapped round as you picked up your brush, watching Jimin’s form.

“Looking for Jungkook?” You mused, the boys didn’t really have a sense of privacy so you didn’t mind too much, it was an easy mistake.

“You can take your hands away, I’m not, naked or anything.”

Jimin peeled his hand of of his face, peeking through his fingers before they were fully off his face, and you giggled again, he was cute.

“N-no.”

Jimin’s answer took you by surprise, if he wasn’t here for Jungkook then why was he here?

You leaned on the edge of the bed, grabbing at the bottle of lotion on the dresser. You reached out too fast and watched as it began to topple over, falling flat on the floor, causing you to frown.

“Let me get that.” Jimin’s voice was small, but he sauntered up to where you stood near the bed, your towel wrapped around loosely, hair still wet. He picked it up from the ground, suddenly very close to you now and you swallowed. He held the lotion bottle up to you, his cheeks warm and you wondered why.

“Thank you.”

You took the bottle from him, placing it between your hands and squeezing. Jimin stayed in your vicinity, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Taking some lotion, you sat on the bed and began to apply it, unsure of what else to say to Jimin as he stared at you.

You stopped, realizing you couldn’t reach your back without exposing yourself to Jimin, and just as you were about to say something, he spoke up.

“Do you need some help?”

His question took you aback, and you held the lotion bottle loosely. You knew you probably shouldn’t take him up on it and tell him to go, but you didn’t know why you hadn’t done exactly that yet. You stared back up at him, and the quiet nervous look he had plastered on his face from earlier was gone, his eyes dark.

“Ah, s-sure.”

The words left your mouth and you bit your lip, watching as Jimin came closer, settling on the bed next to you.

“Turn around.”

Jimin’s voice was deep and it caused you to shiver even though you were already dry.

You gulped and began to move your body around, giving Jimin a full view of your back wrapped up in the towel, and he choked back a groan.

Your breathing began to speed up and you couldn’t understand why. You knew what this would look like if Jungkook walked in, and that thought made you clench your legs, feeling only a little guilty.

Behind you Jimin closed the lotion bottle, his hands lathered in the substance. He gulped again, before he placed his two hands along your smooth back, beginning to rub between the shoulder blades and along your mid back. He felt himself grow a little in his jeans as he continued to smooth onto your skin.

Jimin’s hands felt good. They were rough and thicker than Jungkook’s, who’s hands were smaller and soft, and the feeling of his hands on your back cause you to moan a little bit, you couldnt help it.

Jimin’s skin burned when he heard the small sound come from your mouth, and he was more than halfway hard. He gulped again, testing the waters as he began to rub the lotion down to your hips, opening up the towel a little bit.

You felt his hands venture and didn’t say anything, you felt too good, Jimin’s hands were like magic and you couldn’t understand why you weren’t telling him to leave. All thoughts of Jungkook were barely playing into your thoughts, Jimin’s hands were pushing the memory of him further and further back.

“D-do you wanna lay down for me?”

Jimin’s voice caused your body to stiffen, his hands had felt so good. His offer to lay down was tempting, you knew you shouldn’t. You couldn’t. Jungkook could be back home any second. You didn’t know why Jimin was doing all this, but it felt so right.

“Yeah.” You breathed out, you couldn’t give any reason for it other than you wanted to, so badly.

“Good girl.” Jimin breathed against your neck, causing you to groan. This was going fast. You didn’t know why you weren’t stopping it. You wanted it to continue. You vowed you’d stop it if it went too far, but you had a feeling it was already there and neither of you made any move to stop.

You turned around, meeting Jimin’s eyes for the first time since he started rubbing your back, and something was different. Jimin wasn’t the same Jimin as before, and you couldn’t help at the pooling feeling in your tummy.

Before you knew it, his mouth was against yours, his lips were soft and intense and you found yourself kissing back. Your head was going dizzy from the sudden contact, Jimin’s kiss knocked the air out of you but you couldn’t tear away from his lips to breathe.

His hands came up around your neck, holding you there lightly, you were being lightly pushed back, and you knew where this was going and you wanted it to happen more than anything.

He pulled away from your mouth, allowing you to drink in air for a few seconds, looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Is this okay?”

You couldn’t nod faster.

Jimin’s mouth was on yours again, lying you down on the bed, your towel unwrapping naturally, you both knew this wasn’t okay, but you couldn’t stop.

He kissed you with voracity that you had never felt kissing Jungkook, your stomach was turning flips and it was all brand new and it felt so good.

He kissed down your neck, sucking on the skin as you grabbed at his shoulders, letting soft moans intermix with the dim light in the room.

“Y/n.” Your name rolled of his tongue, causing you to squirm under him.

“You don’t know-“ He began, peppering kisses as he began to lower himself on your body, taking your one of your breasts inside his mouth, making your body tense. “You don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to do this.”

Something about Jimin maybe thinking of doing this to you in the past made you moan out loud, shutting your eyes in ecstasy as he continue to nip and suck at your breasts.

“Jimin.” You moaned, feeling him swirl his tongue along your tummy, he was moving down very fast, desperation is his kisses.

He licked a stripe along the skin right above your clenched thighs. His hands came up roughly to grab at them, pulling them open and causing you to moan.

“I’m gonna eat you out.”

You couldn’t say anything other than a light moan, Jimin was taking all your energy and you felt amazing.

He kissed the skin around your thighs, licking in all the crevices around your slit, you were the desperate one now. Bucking your hips up, Jimin smiled, he was so happy to see you enjoying it as mu h as he did, enjoying it as much as he had fantasized you would.

Finally, finally, he let his mouth swipe quickly over your slit, he had wanted to taste you so bad, and as his tongue ran over you, you jolted, Jimin’s tongue was working on your clit now, flattening and flicking at it, causing you to jerk from the pleasure.

“Fuck.” Jimin mumbled against you, his plump lips planting some kisses on you before he started to lick again. “It’s not fair.”

You didn’t ask him, partially cause you couldn’t find the words as he licked inside of you, but Jimin found it unfair that Jungkook got to do this to you every night, he got to lick you and kiss you and Jimin didn’t.

He sucked on your clit with more enthusiasm, his hand reaching down to find your entrance, and he groaned at how wet you were.

“I’m gonna put a finger in.”

“Please, Jimin.”

He slipped in easily, curving his fingers along your walls as you clenched around him. His lips never moving from you clit. You felt too good, Jimin’s fingers and mouth were becoming too much, the familiar burn at your stomach causing you to moan even louder.

Jimin was attractive, of course he was, of course you had thought of him in this way, it was natural, but it was happening and you couldn’t figure anything out. Why? How? When? You were clueless. But you could only moan at Jimin pumping his fingers in you, his plump lips sucking and his tongue toying with your clit, and you bit your lip. This was bad. Very bad.

“Y/n.” Jimin said your voice, mixed in with a long guttural moan as he licked at you, his hips still snapping against the bed.

You shook your head again, unable to control the way your stomach began to tighten, you wanted to come now, you needed to, Jimin had you far too gone to think it through.

“Jimin.” You moaned, causing him to groan again.

He quickened his fingers and his tongue, switching between french kissing your clit and sucking on it and you moved your hips against his face as you felt your tummy warm.

“J-Jimin...” You let out a breathy moan, still causing him to reply back to you in the same way.

“You wanna come?” He asked against your clit, and you nodded, unsure if he could even see you.

“Let me hear you say it.”

You froze up, whining as you felt his tongue and fingers stop, and you tried to rock up against him, but his other hand firmly held your hips down as he glanced up to look at you.

“Admit you want me to make you come. And I will.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to do, but you felt your orgasm fleeting away, and you wanted it right now more than logic could explain.

“Jimin I...” You started, trailing off as he watched you.

“You can do it.” He said. You weren’t sure if it was him reassuring you, or stating something, and you couldn’t help but stare at his lips as your heat began to pool more and more.

“Jimin... please. Make me come.”

Jimin smiled, his heart quickening as you spoke those words, he wanted to pass out hearing you say it, he couldn’t wrap his head around it, but he had said he would make you come, so he dipped his head again.

You threw yours back this time, moaning with relief as Jimins tongue found your clit again and his fingers starting pumping with a curl inside of you, a tear began to well up in your eye, you didn’t understand why this felt so good.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, feeling Jimin’s fingers and tongue work it’s magic, your vision was going cloudy and your stomach was burning again and you could feel you were close.

“Fuck, y/n.” Jimin groaned inside of you, “you’re so tight around my fingers, so warm.”

You heaved your chest at his words, Jungkook never talked to you like that.

“Your pussy is so pretty, y/n. It tastes so good. Fuck, I want to do this forever.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, his words sending waves to your bottom half, and you could only moan against him.

He began to brush up against your g spot, causing you to recoil from the pleasure as he assaulted you with his tongue, his fingers never wavering in pace.

You felt your stomach tighten, you knew you were close, you couldn’t escape your orgasm, it was coming and Jimin even knew it, opening his mouth a little wider to swallow any stray juices, and you couldn’t make out a clear sentence as the feeling of your orgasm began to wash over you.

“Come... I’m gonna...” You got that out, before the feeling hit you, and you slammed your head against the headboard, barely hearing Jimin as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

“Yes y/n, that’s it, come around my fingers. You look so fucking pretty when you come, shit.”

You stopped breathing for a second, squeezing your eyes as your body convulsed against your will, shuttering as waves of pleasure left your body, leaving you limp as you tried to regain your breathe, feeling Jimin’s tongue still lap at you, drinking in the juices you had emitted and you hissed.

You opened your eyes now, your orgasm creating a buzz around your body, as you felt Jimin pull away from your pussy with a pop.

He stared up at you and you stared back, staying that way for a bit.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke the same sentence from earlier, except it was small and meek now, he sounded upset, and you watched him as he moved himself from the bed, and you didn’t know why you felt sad watching him go.

He pulled up and away, and that’s when you noticed the tent in his jeans as he smoothed his hand against the fabric, your body still teeming.

He began to walk away, fast, and your voice spoke up before you could understand why.

“Jimin.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, not turning around to face you.

“Jimin come here.” You didn’t know what you were doing, but you sat up and patted the bed, still basking in your own afterglow.

He turned around sharply, his eyes bulging as he walked up to you, and you saw him gulp.

“i’m-“ He tried to apologize again, but you held up your hand.

“Let me help you.” You looked at his mound, and you watched him choke out a groan.

“No, you don’t have to-you can’t.” Jimin watched your face, confused.

“I want to.” You didn’t know what you were saying, but any thoughts of Jungkook and any consequences had been pushed far away into the back of your head, you wanted Jimin right now, you wanted him, he was new.

“Y/n...”

He walked up to you anyways, even if you could see the apprehensiveness on his face.

You couldn’t pinpoint why you wanted to do this for him, but you did.

He stood in front of you, his mound level with your face, and you stared up at him for a few seconds, before reaching out and cupping him in his jeans, and he bit his lip.

Jimin watched you with wide eyes, gulping as you began to rub him through his jeans, switching between looking at him and looking at his bulge.

“Y/n... Fuck.” He moaned once you grabbed him harder, placing an open mouthed kiss against his jeans, wetting the entire thing. You couldn’t understand why, but you wanted Jimin. It was like months of ignoring him were coming up to smack you in the face, you were Jungkook’s girlfriend, you kept yourself in line. But jimin had crossed that line, and now you were too far gone to think about any consequences that might be had.

Jimin suddenly reached out to grab the back of your hair, wrapping it in his hand, and he pulled your head back roughly, and you liked it.

“I don’t want to come in my fucking jeans.” Jimin growled, and you gulped, his nervousness completely gone as he reached down with his free hand to do undo himself from his belt, quickly shedding his pants and kicking them downwards, his boxers following with it. His cock sprang free from its cage, and you gasped a little.

He was much, much, thicker than Jungkook, about the same in length. He had one long vein running through the underside, and his head was pink and throbbing, twitching on its own as you stared at it. Jimin smiled as he watched you, content in your reaction.

“Say ah.” Jimin teased, watching as you looked up at him with wet eyes, before quickly stretching out your lips, and Jimin’s eyes sparkled even more at your willingness. Things went a lot better than he had planned for tonight.

He leaned in, holding his cock with the hand that wasn’t in your mouth and smacked the tip against your tongue that was protruding it. You moaned a little, feeling Jimin start to slide his length along your tongue, before starting to slip his entire length inside you mouth before you had time to react.

“That’s it Y/n, take all of it inside.” He hummed, watching as you closed your lips around his length, your hair still wrapped in his hands. Jimin’s cock felt snug in your mouth, tasting like salty skin, and you could smell the leftover cologne wafting over from his button up, causing you to groan a little bit.

“Fuck.” Jimin started, moving his hand to cup at your chin as he slide his cock in a little more, starting to get dangerously close to the back of your throat.

You hadn’t moved the entire time, instead letting him adjust his cock inside your mouth. You pulled your head back a little bit, out of instinct, and Jimin growled.

“Don’t move. You’re gonna let me put my whole fucking cock inside your mouth and you’re gonna say thank you afterwards. Got it?” His tone shot directly to your stomach, causing you to clench your legs, but you could only blink up at him.

“Answer me.” His hands pulled at your hair, causing more of a shock, and you hummed an answer around his member, seemingly pleasing him.

“Good girl. Now open wider.”

Jimin started to push himself inside of you, his length causing your lips to tear a little bit from the lack of preparedness, but that only made your panties pool more.

He pulled his hips back once he got a good portion of his cock inside your mouth, and he began to slowly snap his hips inside your mouth, you flattened your tongue against his length as he went in and out, causing his hand to tighten in your hair and his fingers to hold your chin a little tighter as he groaned.

“You’re a good girl aren’t you? Taking my entire length inside your mouth, letting my cock in the same place you kiss Jungkook with.”

The mention of jungkook you thought, should have had you feeling something, something like guilt maybe. But you only felt more arousal, and you found yourself humming an answer to him around his length while he continued to move his member inside your mouth.

“Are you gonna let me come in your mouth baby? Come all inside your mouth, so you can kiss Jungkook later on? He wouldn’t even know. But I would. Fuck.” Jimin groaned, continuing to hold your head in place as he pumped himself in your mouth, your throat felt numb but you didn’t care, you didn’t want this to stop.

Jimin’s hips began to still, his moaning increasing and decreasing randomly, he was close to coming. He wanted to come inside of you. He needed too.

Before you knew it, Jimin pulled himself from inside your warm wet mouth, causing him to hiss when his cock hit the cold air of the room. He watched as a trail of saliva left your mouth and trailed along the head of his member and he groaned.

“Turn around.” Jimin barked out, letting your hair and chin go, finally letting you move your head as you gasped a little from the lack of air you had been getting, watching as he moved to hop on the bed with you. You couldn’t help but stare at him, he looked amazing, his features blending in with the dimness of the room, his blonde hair messy now and his lips red from biting them. You could only blink.

“I said turn around. We don’t have time for this.” Jimin said sharply, and you found yourself nodding for no reason, turning around on the bed immediately and feeling Jimin’s hands come up to grasp at your hips, hard and firm.

“Lift up your ass. I’m gonna fuck you now.” Jimin announced, and you didn’t care, you just wanted him inside you, you wanted more.

“Please Jimin.” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but you wiggled your ass as you felt him adjust himself behind you, and Jimin gulped.

“You’re so fucking...” Jimin let his sentence trail off, unable to finish as he ran his hands along your ass, you were beautiful. There was no other words to describe it.

“Jimin.” You moaned again, feeling him rake his hands along your back and bottom, your wanted him inside you, you were getting antsy.

“I know.” He supplied, he was getting antsy too. He didn’t know what time it was, but he had been in your room for at least 30 minutes, he needed to use his time quickly.

“Lift your ass up more, baby.” Jimin demanded in a softer voice and your complied, letting your hair drape over your face and around your shoulders as you felt him grab your hips in earnest.

He wrapped his hand around his cock, and gently brought it to your entrance, letting it softly run between the folds of your wet slit, and you found yourself humming and rocking back against him.

“Fuck.” Jimin bit his lip, watching as his precum spread with your juices, he wanted to clean it off you right then.

He held his tip against your entrance then, softly starting to push in. Slowly.

“Jimin. Please. Inside.” Was all you could muster, your skin hot as he toyed with you, and you could almost see the smirk on his face.

“You want me inside of you?” Jimin started, his cock twitching at your entrance. “You want me to fill your little pussy up? You want me to fuck you and come inside of you? Let your pretty little hole get filled with my come, is that what you want baby?”

Jimin’s words were hitting your hard, and you were so desperate for anything you began grinding at the air, and Jimin laughed again.

“Yes, yes Jimin I want that. I want you to come inside of me.” You moaned, head bent over as you felt his cock still only play outside of your pussy.

“Ask for it nicely.”

You bit your lip, and hesitated. You didn’t know why, you knew he’d do anything he asked of you in this moment.

“P-please Jimin, please put your cock inside of me and come. I want to feel you come inside of me, please. Please.”

Your voice was ragged and that made Jimin groan, he couldn’t believe he had you like this right now. He was basking in it.

“Since you asked so sweetly.”

And then his cock was buried to the hilt inside of you, taking you by surprise and causing you to squeal, the feeling of him stretching you out burning but you were to abuzz with pleasure to care.

“Oh fuck.”

Jungkook never felt like this.

“You’re so fucking tight. Holy shit. Does Jungkook’s cock even reach your pussy?” Jimin half joked as he felt your walls tighten around him, slick wetness glistening as he began to thrust.

You only moaned, you couldn’t understand how Jimin could still be talking. You couldn’t even form words, but Jimin was doing enough talking.

He let his hips pull out of you before thrusting back in. You couldn’t help but note how different and great he felt inside of you. He felt right.

His cock was throbbing inside of you, the slight curve on it making you clench your toes.

Jimin watched his member make its way in and out of you, and he couldn’t catch his breath or control his heart rate, he had thought about this for so long, it felt surreal.

“Does this feel good baby? Hmm?” Jimin leaned down, his lips coming to kiss at a sensitive spot on your back, causing you to moan, his hips never faltering.

“J-Jimin, yes. It feels so-so good.” That took you long to get out, and Jimin noticed, smirking lightly against your skin.

“You feel so good around me too baby. Fuck. I can’t believe i’m in you right now, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.

You moaned in response, you hadn’t known how long you wanted this either.

Jimin’s length continuously snapped inside of you, and you could feel your toes go cold from the feeling of him brushing against your g spot, making your eyes water.

“J-Jimin... I-....” You couldn’t form words, gasps overtaking you as Jimin held onto your hips tighter, snapping into you harder, sweat beading on both of your foreheads.

“Yeah y/n? You gonna come all over my cock? Fuck. I wanna come inside you y/n. I wanna fill you up and just know I marked you up. Fuck.”

Jimin’s teeth gnawed at the skin on your neck now, and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head by instinct. Everything felt too good.

His hips sputtered, his throbbing length starting to hit exactly at your spot, and you found yourself screaming into a pillow, you couldn’t help it, Jimin fit perfectly inside you, he felt right.

“Holy shit.” You managed to get out as you got closer to your second orgasm, you couldn’t believe this was happening, you never got a second orgasm with Jungkook, let alone a vaginal orgasm. Your head was spinning.

“Y/n, fuck, I’m gonna come soon.” Jimin groaned, and he was. Seeing you bent over for him, screaming into a pillow, your walls clenched around him, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

You couldn’t answer him though, already at the verge of your second orgasm, and you could only go quiet, mouth gaping as you felt the same familiar cool feeling wash over your body. You clenched around Jimin, hearing him moan behind you spurring you on as your second orgasm completely wrecked your body.

“That’s right Y/n. Such a good girl coming on my cock, you’re so amazing.”

You felt your walls tighten against Jimin’s cock instinctively, but you couldn’t do much more for Jimin as he continued to fuck into other than lay there. You’re last orgasm took breath away from you, you couldn’t even see straight.

“Ah fuck. You’re squeezing me. Im gonna come Y/n. I’m gonna come inside you, you’re gonna be filled up with my cock while Jungkook’s away, on his bed, you’re such a bad girl.” Jimin thrusted in you a few more times, his heavy breathing music to your ears. “I’m- fuck. I’m coming.”

You suddenly felt warm spurts of Jimin’s come milking itself inside of you, you moaned at the feeling, you wanted every drop inside of you. You couldn’t explain why.

Jimin only moaned and stuttered as he came inside, his come leaking out only a little from your pussy. He couldn’t see straight either, his head was fuzzy, he had just come inside you and he couldn’t believe how amazing it felt.

He pumped lazily into you a few more times, making sure all his come was inside of you, before you felt him come up and kiss against your neck sweetly.

He pulled out of you slowly with a slight hiss, his soft member completely milked. You felt him slide your towel back around you, the fabric connecting with the come he left inside of you going sticky.

He crawled off of your back, letting his arms grab at your shoulders and gingerly placing you on the bed, you were too weak and let him.

You stared into his eyes as he kneeled on the bed now, only his t shirt on as he watched you watch him. It was quiet.

Jimin’s guilt began to wash over his face, and you could tell.

“Y/n, I’m.... I’m so sorry.” It didn’t sound like his other two apologies, this sounded... genuine.

You blinked your eyes, you didn’t understand why you didn’t care, you didn’t want him to be sorry.

“No. I... I liked this.” You didn’t know what that meant, and Jimin cocked his head at you.

“You liked this?”

You shrugged at him. You didn’t know.

“I’m such a bad friend.” Jimin rubbed at his eyes, oh that was right, Jungkook.

You didn’t know what to say to that.

“I’m a bad girlfriend.” You spoke. Realizing what just happened.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

You both stayed silent for a bit, before Jimin finally got up, grabbing his boxers from the floor.

“I-This won’t happen again. I swear. You can tell Jungkook, I can tell him. I screwed up-“ Jimin was rambling, and you found yourself grabbing at whatever energy you had to sit up and tug at his shirt.

“I don’t know what happened. But it felt good Jimin. It felt very good. I know you felt it too.”

Jimin gulped, buttoning the last button on his jeans before he turned to face you.

He knew what you were talking about, it felt too good. It felt better than anything he had ever felt before.

“I-but Jungkook. You two are in love.” Jimin interjected, and you winced.

Did you love him? You weren’t sure. He had said it to you already, but you hadn’t said it back. You enjoyed his company. You liked him, yeah. But could you say love?

“I like him, Jimin.” You mumbled, watching his face carefully.

You bit your lip.

“I...  I like you too.”

Jimin caught his breath at your words.

“Y-you do?”

You shut your eyes, running a hand through your hair.

“I felt something Jimin.”

“I did too. I didn’t want to say it.”

You continued to stare at each other. Unsure of what to do.

You opened your mouth to talk, before he distant sound of a car pulling in the drive way made you and Jimin burst into a cold sweat.

“Fuck. I gotta go y/n, I... Here.” Jimin grabbed your phone that was on the nightstand, quickly handing it to you to unlock, and he tapped his number in, just as two car doors shut, and you gulped.

“Text me.”

You nodded, watching as Jimin stood there for a second, staring at you, before the sound of Jungkook’s car honking as it locked brought you both out of it.

He tapped his foot, watching as you still stared up at him with doe eyes. Leaning down, he placed a small kiss on your lips, and you felt electricity zap through your body when you remembered it was the first time you touched your lips to his this sweetly.

Jimin stroked your cheek, hearing the boys walk up to the front door, and he had to force himself to turn around, not wanting to leave yet.

“I have to go.” Jimin said, you nodded.

Watching him leave, he shut the door behind him, shooting you a small smile as he went his own way, and you stared at the door after he was gone.

The front door opened, just as Jimin’s own door closed, you could hear Jungkook in the distance.

You remembered you were still full of Jimin’s come, and you sighed as you began to get up to go wash yourself out again before Jungkook came in the room.

You waddled and shut the door to the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror for a second, phone in hand.

Jimin’s number was padded into your phone. You had never had it, and now it was saved, and your heart jumped a little bit.

You sat on the tile of the bathroom, not ready to completely wash the night away. Fiddling with his contact information.

You didn’t know what you felt, but whatever happened tonight scratched the surface of it. You heard Jungkook and Tae loudly talking in the living room, drunkenly.

Too many emotions filtered through you, you felt good, you felt bad, you felt emotional.

Jimin... Park Jimin.

You lowered your eyes to your lock screen. A selfie of you and Kookie, and your stomach twisted a little.

You let the confusion wash over you as you went to turn on the shower, blinking your eyes and trying to remember the ways Jimin touched you.

The steam filled up the bathroom quickly, and you sat down in the tub, legs weak still.

You had never felt more confused in your entire life.

In another room, Jimin laid in bed, wide awake as he stared at his ceiling.

He had felt it too.

He wanted it to happen again.

He wanted you. Over and over again now.

But still, at the same time, he had never felt more confused in his entire life either.

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[bucky-made-me-do-it]

She's My Bucky

Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of death and mention of a heated kiss, I think that’s it.

A/N: this is my first fic and I’m not 100% what I’m doing. I’m no writer my any means but thought id give it a go and see what happens. the idea for this came to me a while ago and I’ve not been able to leave it alone. so after nearly 2 weeks of making notes and telling myself to just go for it. this happened. there’s probably spelling mistakes and grammar errors everywhere and I apologise. also I typed this out real quick as I got half way through once and the computer crashed and stole it all. thank you for reading.

“Come on!” Sharon sais excitedly as she dragged Bucky and Steve to the garage of the compound. “she’ll be here soon!” Steve and Sharon’s wedding was only a few weeks away now and Sharon had asked her best friend to be her maid of honour and she was coming today. “she’s always been there for me since we were kids, we spent so much time together at aunt Peggy’s after our parents died she practically lived with us, even Tony knows and loves her, being aunt Peggy’s god son and all. She has always been a bit protective of me, I suppose you could say she’s my Bucky” Sharon told Steve as Bucky trailed behind, still not comfortable with meeting new people no matter how many times Steve said it was ok.

Just then the garage door opened and a bright purple ‘67 mustang with white racing stripes rumbled in. As the engine cut off and the door opened Bucky could have sworn his heart stopped when out climbed the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. “(y/n)!”

Sharon squealed just as (y/n) closed the door and ran for her. the two women clung to each other so tight happy to be back together again rocking each other as tear filled hellos and compliments flew between them.

As they released each other Sharon looped her arm with (y/n) and lead her over to the men. “(y/n) this is Steve. Steve (y/n)” Sharon introduced with a huge smile. Steve held out his hand and (y/n) shook it and said “wow, so your the amazing Steve I’ve heard so much about?” as she cocked an eyebrow at Sharon with a playful smirk on her face causing Sharon’s face to warm up and a slight blush to dust her cheeks. “And this is Bucky. Bucky, (y/n)” no one had noticed that Bucky had not taken his eyes off her, just then Steve nudged him and knocked him from his trance and he took her hand with a “nice to meet you.” Just then the door to the compound opened and an agent carrying san armful of paper work came in, “captain rogers, Agent carter, sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if I might have you signature on a few of these please?” “Sure” Sharon said as she turned to (y/n) “ill be right back.” as Sharon as Steve turned to walk way (y/n) stepped up to Bucky and whispered in his ear, “see something you like, soldier?” his back stiffened as Sharon called (y/n) over took her arm again as she lead the way in to the compound to get (y/n) settled and meet the team. “You ok , buck?” Steve calls from across the room, “yeah, I’m fine. I think I just met my future wife!” he replies still staring at the door the women disappeared through.

walking in to the common room with Steve and Bucky in tow, Sharon introduced everyone to (y/n). “everyone this is (y/n). (y/n) this is Sam, Wanda, Nat, vision, Clint and Thor.”

(y/n) gave a small wave. she was just about to say something when,

“THERE’S MY JELLYBEAN!” a rather loud Tony entered the room with a rather timid looking Bruce. “Tony, its been how many years and you are still calling me that?” (y/n) replied with a playful smirk on her face as she hugged tony. “Of course, things like that aren’t easily forgotten.” looking around the room at a sea of confused faces Sharon took in upon herself to explain that you got the nickname from tony due to sticking a jellybean in each nostril as a child and freaking out when they got stuck and you were convinced you were going to die, she even told Sharon she could have everything in her room to remember her by. “Thanks.” (y/n) deadpanned and blushed as a few giggles were hear around the room. Bucky thought it was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. Later that evening after the kitchen had cleared bout after dinner save for Sharon, Steve, Bucky, Tony and (y/n) who were talking and catching up, “so what are you doing for work at the moment?” tony asked (y/n) while he sipped his drink. “oh, I quit my job before I came out here, they said they couldn’t give me the amount of time off I wanted and Sharon needed me so I left.”

“what about your apartment?” Sharon asked, “a neighbour is watching it.”

A couple of weeks later the night of the bachelor and bachelorette parties arrived, “HURRY UP (Y/N)!” Nat called, everyone was ready and waiting to leave. when (y/n) entered the room she was met with wolf whistles and cheers, and a Bucky that looked like a fish gasping for air. she was wearing leather bottoms that hugged her in all the right places a corset style top and a leather jacket with high heeled boots, smokey eye make up and bright red lips. as everyone made their way to the door she caught Bucky’s eye and winked at him and went to join everyone else and Bucky leaned in to Steve and said “is she trying to fucking kill me?” After everyone had decided who was going in what car they all met a local bar for a few drinks before going their separate ways, (y/n) looked over to the bar where she noticed a very uncomfortable looking Bucky and a woman fawning all over him. “ill be right back” she told Sharon and got to her feet and made her way over to Bucky with a very seductive look on her face. Bucky saw her coming over and wondered what was happening. At the same time Sam saw and nudged Steve and got all the men’s attention to watch the events unfold.

As (y/n) got closer to Bucky she pushed the woman out the way ad held Bucky’s chin between her thumb and index finger so he was looking in her eyes and said very seductively, “me and the girls are heading to a club where we are going to have men grinding all over us, so I’m gonna be as Horney as fuck when I get home so you better be ready for a rough ride, Sargent.” then she pecked his lips and walked away with a “see you later, lover.” Before Bucky had a chance to do or say anything she has made her way over to the woman and said “honey, as cute as you are I don’t share so if I were you, I’d make myself scarce.” blowing a kiss in the woman’s direction as she walked away.

(y/n) walked back over to the table of women missing the animalistic growl that left Bucky and proclaimed it was time to move on swinging her hips that little bit more knowing she still had an audience. As the women left Bucky was still standing there uncomfortable except now it was for a whole other reason.

a few days later the girls went for their dress fitting, while they were all in a fitting room pulling on the third dress suggestion from the woman who was clearly trying a little too hard for her commission Wanda spoke up, “so (y/n) what’s up with you and Barnes?” “if you’re referring to the other night at the bar, I was simply helping a friend in need,” she replied as Nat zipped up the back of her dress for her, “of course you were,” Nat smirked. After leaving the bridal shop, Nat and Wanda were called away for a mission so (y/n) and Sharon decided just to get coffee and head home, but they were so wrapped up in wedding talk they didn’t notice they were being followed. As they made their way back to collect the car a man dressed completely in black grabbed Sharon from behind and lifter her from the floor. Just as (y/n) was about to launch herself at him, she stopped and turned her head just in time to catch the fist that was about to make contact with the back of her head. she used the momentum from it to flip the man over her head, temporarily knocking the wind from him and went to help Sharon. after a full on fist fight that lasted maybe less time than the men imagined, (y/n) and Sharon had managed to contain the men and get some agents to come and collect them for questioning and headed back to the compound.

“I don’t get it,” Steve said confused looking at Bucky, “I don’t see how Sharon managed to beat those two on her own, they are big men!?”

“that’s because she didn’t,” tony said with a smile, “here, watch this.” he put the cctv footage of the attack on the big screen on the wall and Bucky and Steve watched in awe as you helped Sharon fight off the men with moved some would say rivalled Nat’s. “wow!” Bucky breathed out. That night while snuggled on the couch watching a movie with Sharon, Steve said “where did (y/n) learn to fight like that?”

“she went to the S.H.I.E.L.D academy with me but dropped out before she finished training.”

“why? she’s good.”

“I know I asked her far ages after she done it but she never would tell me.” Sharon said with a hint of sadness in her tone, Why do you ask?“

“I was thinking of asking her to join the team.”

“that’s a great idea sweetie!” Sharon said excitedly, I’m sure she would!“

“id love to! as long as Sharon is ok with it!” (y/n) said excitedly when Steve asked her the next day to join the team.

“she’s fine she was really happy I wanted to ask,” Steve smiled.

“well ill leave you here in Bucky’s capable hands, he’ll be your mentor anything you need just ask him.” and with that Steve left you in the gym. “right. lets get started, doll” Bucky said as he took a defensive stance.

over the next few weeks, (y/n) and Bucky grew closer and started spending more time together outside of training. until one day, “would you like to come out to dinner with me one night, doll.” “are you asking me on a date, Sargent Barnes?” “That i am,” he said with a boyish smirk that made her knees weak. “Then yes, id love to go out to dinner with you. maybe pick me up at 7 tomorrow?” “7 tomorrow it is, doll. i cant wait.” As (y/n) left the gym she caught Bucky punch the air and whisper “yes!” and couldn’t help but giggle to herself.

As it happens news travels fast around the compound and as (y/n) sat down to breakfast with Wanda and Sharon, Wanda said, “a little bird told me, (y/n) that you are going on a date with Bucky tonight?”

“yes I am but never mind bout that, today is cake tasting day, so I’m going to have a shower and get dressed and ill meet you ladies back here in say, an hour.” and with that (y/n) quickly left the room.

“why does she do that?”

“I’m not sure she’s been like it as long as I can remember, never wants to talk about herself, its just the way she is I think.” Bucky and (y/n) returned from their date laughing together and decided to sit on the couch for a bit and watcha movie to finish off the perfect evening. while (y/n) went to change in to some pjs, Bucky found a bottle of Tony’s very expensive whiskey and 2 glasses and put the movie on just as (y/n) came back in. they sat watching the movie for a while (y/n) snuggled into Bucky’s side, “(y/n)?”

“yes, Bucky” she replied as she sat up and looked at him, he stared into her eyes for a second before swallowing thickly and said “I think I’m falling for you.”

(Y/n) didn’t say anything she just closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss, they both stood from the couch and went to Bucky’s room and it turned out the movie wasn’t the perfect ending to the perfect evening.

Laying awake with her head on Bucky’s firm chest. (y/n) started to feel uneasy about how she felt for Bucky. she knew that if she was seen people would want to talk to her about it, she couldn’t handle it so she very slowly removed herself from Bucky’s  hold and snuck out back to her own room making sure no one saw her.

The next morning at breakfast (y/n) is sitting talking animatedly to Steve and Sharon about things for the wedding when a very pissed off looking Bucky walks in.

“Are you kidding me!? Where did you go?” he asks with a frown and a jaw so set it could cut glass. “Bucky,” (y/n) sighs, “I cant do this now.” “No. you can and you will, we spend a great night together, we confess our feelings and sleep together and I wake up and you are gone!?” everyone looks at (y/n). She looks at her hand that are now clamped together in her lap and lets out a sad sigh, “I did it because of Sharon.”

As she says it she look over to a very hurt and confused looking Sharon, “excuse me, I don’t follow. how is this my fault?” “I don’t mean it like that, not in a bad way. this is your time. your wedding. people should be talking about that and congratulating you, not talking about me and my feelings for Bucky.” (y/n) says matter of factly like its the most obvious thing in the world. “Hold on, I think its great you found someone. maybe even better that its Bucky. you always do this you always cut yourself short, you draw attention to my happiness even if it costs yours.” (y/n)stays quiet with a guilty look in her face, she could see the realisation dawning on Sharon’s face. “is that why you never competed the S.H.I.E.L.D training, you always were better than me, and why you enrolled in college out of town so it was harder for people to get to yours so you told them to come to mine instead?” (y/n) just sits with tears in her eyes and nods.

(y/n) gets up from the table and turns to Sharon, “I have always put your happiness first. you are so special to me and deserve the world, you are like a sister to me the one I never had. you and I both know I’ve done a lot of shitty things in my life, things I could never make up for, I thought that by looking out for you, protecting you and making sure you were happy it would be a start. I know i will never be able to make it up to you or fill the void I created, I done the worst thing imaginable top you and all you did was ask Peggy to help me. if she hadn’t agreed who knows where id be now. All I have ever done is try and make you happy but all I seem to do is make things worse. I’m sorry I ruined your moment and Bucky, I’m sorry I hurt you.“  

Before anyone has the chance to say anything (y/n) turns on her heel and bolts from the room with tears streaming down her face. “what the hell was that all about?” a very confused Steve asks a very upset Sharon. “I think its time I showed you something,” Sharon says walking over to the TV. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, bring up the file on my parents deaths.”

(Y/n) packs to leave and stops to visit Tony on the way out. “thank you for having me tony but I’m leaving,” (y/n) say s willing herself not to cry again, she doesn’t deserve to be upset she ruined it all, again. “why? what happened?” Tony walks around his workbench and hugs her. “because as usual I’ve shown up and ruined Sharon’s life and hurt people i love.” she realises what she said after id leaves her lips. she said love the one thing she’s not allowed herself. the one thing she has no rights to. “can I stop you?” tony asks and she shakes her head, no. “well I don’t like it but you are your own woman now, Jellybean, but you know where I am if you need anything.” “thank you, Tony.”

(y/n) makes her way to the garage and wasn’t prepared for what she finds. Where do you think you’re going, doll?“ Bucky say leaning against her car. "Away, Bucky. I’ve done enough damage I’m sorry.”

“Sharon told us everything. None of it was your fault.”

(y/n) lets out the breath she didn’t know she was holding, “we both know that’s nor true. if I hadn’t have been so caught up in my ex, brad, Sharon’s parents and mine would still be here.” “(y/n) there’s no way you could have known he was HYDRA, there’s no way you could have known you were used as bait in a hit on Sharon’s parents lives. but i know that if you wasn’t there that day Sharon wouldn’t be here either. she told us how hard you fought for her, taking all the hits, even taking a bullet to the leg. you may not have been able to save yours or her parents lives, but you saved hers. she owes you her life and she’s living it, she graduated college, she’s an avenger, she’s getting married and pretty soon her and Steve will start a family and its all because of you.” (y/n) stands staring at him with fat tears rolling down her face. Bucky pushed himself off her car and walks towards her. “you deserve everything she has too. all these years you have lived thinking you don’t deserve happiness and you do, so much. I cant let you leave here knowing you still think that way. I know I cant force you to stay but I need to tell you something before you decide what to do. I love you (y/n). her breath hitches in her throat as she raises her eyes to meet his, "what did you say?” “I love you.” he smiles. “Do you mean it?” “with everything I have.” (y/n) drops her bags and falls into Bucky’s arms and he just holds her .

A couple of weeks later the wedding goes well. Bucky and (y/n) steal glances at each other across the alter and they couldn’t be happier for their friends.

At the reception Bucky seems agitated, “are you ok, baby?” (y/n) asks.

“Yes, doll. I’m fine.” he kisses her forehead and wraps his arm around her.   

Before long Sharon calls for all the ladies saying it’s time to throw the bouquet. everyone counts to three then Sharon turns around and hands it to (y/n) and tells her to turn around where she is met with Bucky down on one knee.

she brings her hand up to her face and has tears already in her eyes and he begins to speak, “ (y/n) i cant begin to put into words how much I love you. you mean the world to me. hell, you are my world! I cant see the rest of my life without you and its been that way ever since the day I saw you. the day I met you I told Steve I met my future wife.”

Steve nods and laughs “he actually did.” there was a few giggles from the crowd.

“(y/n), would you make my dreams come true, doll and become Mrs. (y/n) Barnes?” She stands with tears in her eyes and gives a small glance to Sharon who gives a small nod. “yes! Bucky, a million times yes!” Bucky pushes the ring on her finger, picks her up and spins her around. “I love you so much, doll!” “I love you too!” Steve and Sharon watch as Bucky and (y/n) dance and steal kisses whispering sweet nothings in each others ears. “I’m glad they got their happily ever after.” Steve tells Sharon as he kisses her cheek. “me too,” Sharon says with a smile, “ after all they have been through. id go against the world for her like you did for him. but after all, she’s my Bucky.”

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[deeply-obsessed]

Ship Wars; Seokjin/Everyone

“I’m tired,” Jungkook whined, walking off another stage in Japan where they just finished performing a concert. “I wanna go to the hotel and pass out.” The maknae spotted Seokjin a few feet ahead of him jogging towards their dressing room. “Preferably with Seokjin-hyung in my arms. Maybe a late night make out session to calm down my adrenaline.”

Yoongi, who was behind Jungkook, smacked the youngest on the back of the head to make himself present.

“What the hell?” Jungkook frowned, palm flat against the spot that was brutally assaulted by the hyung that now walked next to him.

“Don’t be a pervert,” Yoongi said. “I can practically see your fantasies.”

They walked into the dressing room, Yoongi standing face to face in front of the maknae, and Jungkook scoffed. “You’re calling me a pervert after the whole Hoseok fiasco?” Jungkook’s attention directed somewhere behind Yoongi but the older of the two didn’t turn since he didn’t think it was more important than addressing his clear disgust with his dongsaengs sinful mind. “You dare accuse me with that title meanwhile Hoseok-hyung and Namjoon-hyung are practically undressing Seokjin-hyung?”

Yoongi frowned, lips pursing and he turned 180 degrees. He was greeted with Seokjin standing in front of the makeup table but he wasn’t alone. Namjoon was helping untangle the microphone from Seokjin’s clothes and Hoseok was straight up unbuckling his belt. Not like Seokjin noticed since he was gently wiping off the sweat from his face, trying hard not to smudge the makeup that still held its place.

The sudden silence from the maknae made it possible to hear the conversation the other three were having.

“We’re showering in groups,” Hoseok said excitedly. “It’s a method we agreed on using in order to save the planet, you know?”

“The 95 liners will shower together and Jungkookie will shower with Yoongi-hyung,” Namjoon elaborated and it only made their plan more fool proof because Seokjin completely trusted Namjoon since he was so honest when it came to the eldest. That was the obvious reason as to why Hoseok teamed up with him. The guy was confident Namjoon would get Seokjin to agree on showering together.

“I guess it’s okay-” Seokjin started but Hoseok interrupted when he let out a cheer in victory and hugged Seokjin’s darling small waist.

Just then Sejin walked in holding up a phone, Jimin and Taehyung walking in behind him eating a slice of pizza they most likely got from the cafeteria. “Picture time.”

They all surrounded the biggest couch they could find, and everyone settled in their spots, except for Jungkook because there was no more space for him.

“Sorry muscle pig,” Jimin teased with his eye smile. “Guess you can take the floor.”

“Don’t be mean, Jimin-ah,” Seokjin said with an easy smile. He turned to Jungkook and pat his lap. “You can sit on me, cute maknae.”

Jungkook grinned his typical bunny smile and didn’t hesitate to sit on his hyung’s gorgeous thighs. The source of his prayers every night and the thing he praised physically every morning when he and Seokjin sat in the back of the van (he loved seeing Seokjin flush whenever his hands rubbed and massaged his thighs, finger slipping in between his legs and pressing into the inside of his legs. Jungkook loved that squeak the most.)

“Okay guys, get ready. This is going on twitter. Remember that.”

Sejin counted down and took a few pictures before finally letting the guys go with a, “There’s something wrong with the boilers so you can’t shower here. It’s best to wait until we get to the hotel.”

Hoseok and Namjoon groaned simultaneously in disappointment, Yoongi smirked, and Jungkook comfortably leaned back against Seokjin who wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed the back of Jungkook’s neck softly.

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It became an annoying habit. Jungkook used Seokjin’s lap as his personal seat for three days in a row and the pictures they tweeted made their fanbase go crazy. Jungkook knew because he read the threads on twitter. But even when there were no cameras around, Jungkook sat on Seokjin and the eldest didn’t mind at all, but the others did. The maknae line more than the hyung line. Jimin and Taehyung eventually got fed up at the neglect and unfair treatment Seokjin was shoving their way, so they did something about it. Or at least tried.

“Why cant you let us sit on your lap?!” Taehyung confronted once they were secluded in the dressing room, the others off doing their own thing.

“You move too much,” Seokjin responded easily with a shrug, not looking up from his phone.

Jimin gasped, offended at such an accusation. “We do not!”

“Jimin-ah, you hurt my dick once because you kept shifting to get comfortable,” Seokjin deadpanned and Jimin blushed at the memory, a ghost of a feeling in his palm reminding him of what he touched that day.

It was an unintentional mistake. Jimin had been trying to grope Jin as subtly as he could because he was curious about what Seokjin was hiding (no matter how hard they tried, they were never able to see him naked; Seokjin claimed his privates were too precious to be out in the open and, really, they knew he was right) but when Jimin placed his hand atop Seokjin’s crotch, Namjoon, who was at Jimin’s feet silently watching, pinched the back of his dongsaengs knee. It caused Jimin to clench his fists at the sudden pain instead of screaming like a normal person and Seokjin ended up dead for a few hours after that.

“It was an accident,” Jimin excused sheepishly.

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “A simple apology won’t erase the pain my dick felt.”

“But Jungkookie bullies you on a daily basis! Why would you choose someone like that over us who spoil you rotten!” Taehyung defended in a whine, trying to lure them back to the conversation they were having. “And Kookie weighs more than you,” he added as a last attempt to change Seokjin’s mind on letting the devil maknae sit on him.

“Jungkook may weigh more than you two but he doesn’t move as much. It’s more convenient for me and my old age to have Jungkookie sit on me. His bullying and your dotting don’t have a spot in this case”

It was already a losing battle, but the last shot was when Jungkook appeared out of nowhere and made himself comfortable on Seokjin’s lap like the confident, cocky, twat he grew up to be.

“Where did we go wrong when raising him?” Jimin sighed as he and Taehyung walked away to get their makeup done for the concert only a few hours away.

“I wish I knew,” Taehyung muttered.

They sat down in front of the mirror and while the noonas planned out how they were going to decorate their faces, the 95 liners caught a glimpse of Jungkook through the mirror. They didn’t miss the way he stuck his tongue out at them, a smirk of satisfaction on his annoyingly cute face appearing after his tongue was back in his mouth.

Jimin clicked his tongue. “Jinmin is still better,” he whispered for only him to hear. He was trying to reassure himself that Jinkook isn’t better than Jinmin. He’ll make sure of it.

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Not only did Jungkook take over Jin’s lap, he decided to go one step further and took over his butt too. ARMYs thought it was cute. Something that signified the trust and strong bond in their relationship that let them be comfortable around each other. Other ARMYs simply thought Jungkook was lusting after Seokjin and really, that was a spot on observation.

When Jungkook touches Seokjin, it’s usually kept innocent since most of the time there are cameras around or their on stage, so he’s limited to how much he can touch, but when they have their own privacy, Jungkook likes to go wild.

“Wow, Hoseok-hyung was right, those squats are doing miracles,” Jungkook complimented, hands simultaneously squeezing Seokjin’s rear while the latter stood in front of the mirror in the dressing room, too busy checking his ass out in the jeans he was trying on to pay any attention to the groping maknae.

“Do these look good on me?” Seokjin asked with a frown.

“Yeah, they’re real nice and tight,” Jungkook muttered mindlessly, hands smoothing over the cure of Jin’s usually hidden rear end. “You should stop wearing oversize shirts,” Jungkook started. “They hide your cute butt.”

“I thought you guys liked when I hid my ass,” Seokjin hummed, pursing his lips at his reflection. “So far, only those that live with me know of my bubble butt since I keep it hidden so much with all those huge shirts and sweater.”

Jungkook thought it out carefully. “You’re right. Keep hiding this,” he said squeezing the globes in his hands.

Seokjin laughed as he moved away from his band members to step out of the jeans, not noticing Jungkook’s eye trailing down his smooth legs (the eldest had a photoshoot a few days before and it revolved around shorts so he had to be waxed clean) and the youngest unconsciously licked his lips. Seokjin’s tight underwear hugged his figure tight, giving his ass and thighs more shape. It was a beautiful sight that Jungkook is glad to be able to see.

“It’s not like I can stop wearing huge tops either way. My shoulders are too broad. I need bigger sizes in order for me to be remotely comfortable,” the eldest explained, already slipping on the last pair of jeans he picked out. “Will you text Taehgyngie and tell him to come back already?”

Jungkook send the message as soon as he was told and he stared at the screen when the little bubble under Tae’s side of the screen appeared. He waited a few seconds.

From: Taehyung

omw i was just buying something for jin-hyung its a present for all of us at the dorm

To: Taehyung

what is it

From: Taehyung

we’ll have to wait and ill need time to get it in hyungs size so dont bother asking for an exact date

Jungkook shrugged and shoved his phone in his back pocket but he froze when he saw Seokjin eyeing his own reflection.

The last pair of jeans he had decided to put on had a huge hole on the upper thigh, so close to his hyung’s precious hidden jewels, and Jungkook’s imagination went wild at the thoughts of what he could do. Of what he could get a proper look at before any of the other hyungs.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate as he settled behind Seokjin and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him tightly against himself. It startled the eldest but he realized he was in no danger and let himself fall into the maknae willingly.

“Something wrong, maknae? You seem to be clingy today,” Seokjin teased looking at their reflection and Jungkook smiled innocently, taking in the change of expression on Seokjin as his hands wandered down, down, down until they were over the hole.

“These jeans are nice hyung,” Jungkook muttered, fingertips tracing patterns on his hyung’s exposed skin.

“You think so?” Jin murmured, eyes focused on on Jungkook’s hand, body shivering and goosebumps forming along his body as Jungkook’s fingers slipped in trough the whole until they were touching Seokjin’s inner thigh, the younger’s hips subtly moving against Seokjin’s ass.

“It'a shame your boxers are keeping your junk hidden,” Jungkook commented. He enjoyed the gasp that escaped Jin when he dug his fingers into the extra flesh between his hyung’s thighs, pulling even closer against his body, just enough for Seokjin to feel the forming bulge in Jungkook’s crotch. “I would’ve loved to feel everything.”

Seokjin took in a deep breath, eyes closing and head falling back against Jungkook’s shoulder. The maknae didn’t mind it at all, he took it as a sign to continue, so he did.

His hand moved upwards and he grinned at the hitch in Seokjin’s breath when his fingers bumped against something that stood out.

“Is this was I think it is?” Jungkook teased. He poked it and Seokjin’s hips twitched, the thing Jungkook was touching growing the slightest bit.

Jungkook watched Seokjin through the mirror, the eldest turning into a mess so quickly just by being teased on both sides and the youngest loved it, but the mood was ruined when he caught Taehyung’s killer gaze reflected from behind Jungkook.

“Holy fuck,” he cursed and Seokjin stood when he felt Jungkook being pulled away from behind him.

“What-”

“It’s time to go hyung! And you should definitely buy those jeans. They make you legs look like a blessing,” Taehyung rambled on, his hands tightening on the back of Jungkook’s neck the more he spoke. The younger boy whined at the pain and Seokjin just nodded, still in a daze from what happened with the maknae. “Let’s go check out, then.”

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Jungkook also ended up taking control over Seokjin’s beautifully perfect lips. As in, kisses. He kept stealing kisses both off camera and on camera. His possessiveness over Seokjin was getting really annoying.

He kept starting them by placing his fingers against Seokjin’s lips, and when Jin puckered up and made the kissing sound, Jungkook let his hand lead the kiss out into the air.

The fans were liking it. They yelled, they cooed, they awed every time it happened and Jungkook couldn’t be any happier when he secretly checked the Jinkook tag online and saw so many positive posts about them, most saying how hand kisses were ‘their’ thing now since they did it so often along with the groping (the butt touching action reduced a lot in a few days because Taehyung had warned the other hyungs of what Jungkook tried to do and all five of them kept Jungkook on a tight leash.)

Seokjin enjoyed playing with the maknae, Jungkook noticed. They didn’t mention what happened when they were out shopping, but the eldest in the group never pushed Jungkook away when he groped Seokjin’s thighs so Jungkook assumed they were good. And that’s what led to the decision of sealing the deal with Seokjin once and for all.

They had just finished another concert and they were all in the dressing room either removing the sweat and makeup from their faces or getting ready to head to the public showers that the stadium held for their artists.

When Jungkook saw Seokjin getting clothes from his bag, he pulled him into one of the small changing rooms that held a body sized mirror. It sure did bring some memories.

Jungkook closed the curtain and faced his hyung, the eldest sweating and panting and Jungkook gulped, licking his lips unconsciously as he stared Seokjin up and down.

“You okay Jungkook-ah?” Seokjin asked with a concerned frown. “You look a little sick. Do you have a fever? Your face is red.”

Seokjin reached out with his free hand but Jungkook caught it, holding Seokjin’s hand between his own.

“I’m fine hyung, I think I used too much energy out there today,” Jungkook assured “I wanted to ask though, um, wanna go out for some drinks?”

He had his iconic bunny smile on display, it was something that would assure his win since Seokjin was weak to cute things, and Jungkook knew his bunny smile was cute.

“Sure,” Seokjin agreed. He leaned in and kissed Jungkook’s knuckles. “Let’s shower first. I don’t wanna go out smelling bad.”

Jungkook was fast when he grabbed his clothes and followed Seokjin to the showers like a puppy.

°•°•°•°•°

Jungkook’s plan was originally to get Seokjin relaxed and sated enough for his reactions to be slow. If his reactions were slow, it meant Seokjin had to think things thoroughly. If he had to think things thoroughly, then Seokjin would have to really think hard about what Jungkook was to offer. But there was a dent in the maknaes plans.

He forgot Seokjin was great at holding his liquor.

Jungkook was always the first one to get tipsy when they went out drinking. He could barely handle two bottles of Soju, but Seokjin was a master and could handle up to four and a half. Jungkook’s plan to get Seokjin to hear him out seemed out of reach but it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

“Do you have something on your mind, Jungkook-ah? You seem spaced out.”

Jungkook turned and grinned at Seokjin. “Awe, are you worried about little ol’ me?” he said leaning closer until his chin was on his hyung’s shoulder.

“Do you want me to leave?” Seokjin asked, a smirk on his pink, kissable lips. “Because I’m sure Hoseok-ah wouldn’t mind drinking with me.”

Jungkook pursed his lips and hugged Seokjin’s waist tightly. There was no way he’d let Jin go to Hoseok, not when Hoseok was a sneaky predator and could easily win Seokjin over.

“I’m kidding hyung,” Jungkook muttered. “I need to ask you something though. I’m just trying to put it into the right words.”

Jungkook felt something on his head and he realized a few seconds later that Seokjin was playing with his hair. Jungkook sighed in content, closing his eyes when the wave of drowsiness hit, and Jungkook already felt like passing out.

When he counted the bottles on the table, Jungkook counted three for him and he just knew he messed up.

“Well, I was thinking. You like me right?” Jungkook drawled out.

“Of course.”

“And you plan on being with me for a while, right?” the maknae asked, although slower this time. He was trying his best to understand how he was going to pop the big question but his mind was getting foggy and his words were starting to jumble together and his thoughts were turning to complete shit.

“I plan on staying with the band until I can, yes. What is this about, Kookie?”

“Hyung, I want you to focus on me and only me,” Jungkook burst out.

“Excuse me?” Seokjin asked bemusedly. “Mind elaborating?”

Jungkook sat up straight and let his body lean against the booth’s seat, his eyes now half open as he stared at Seokjin.

“I want you and me to-”

“There you are!”

Jungkook jumped at the loud voice right next to his ear. His mood fell into the dumps when he turned and saw Jimin standing at the end of the booth, his hands gripping onto his hips and he reminded Jungkook of his mom when she would scold him for eating in the living room carpet rather than the kitchen table. It wasn’t Jungkook’s fault he wanted to watch cartoons.

“Jimin-ah?” Seokjin asked. “What are you doing here?”

“Do you know what time it is?” Jimin asked Seokjin with a frown. “It’s really late hyung. We were all worried. Even Yoongi-hyung couldn’t stop pacing around the dorm.”

Seokjin unlocked his phone, missed calls and message notifications stacked atop each other from not being read. The time read 2:25 and the eldest cursed.

“I’m sorry Jimin-ah, I put my phone on silent totally lost track of time,” he apologized. “I’m gonna go pay for our drinks. Keep Jungkook-ah company, will you,” he ordered as he took his wallet out his back pocket and walked away.

“How the hell did you know I was here,” Jungkook hissed.

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Did you forget you posted a selfie in the fan cafe? The sign was in the background so the guys send me here to spy. I was in the booth behind yours the whole time,” Jimin explained and Jungkook groaned.

“You’re a horrible person,” the youngest whined. “I was about to asked him out on a date.”

Jimin scoffed. “That’s why I stopped you. You ruined my Vlive with hyung so now I ruined your night out with him. An eye for an eye, bitch.”

“I fucking hate you,” Jungkook muttered and then the light went out.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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Yeah, I’m getting too lazy to upload all the chapters on here so I put the link that’ll take you to ao3 where it’s already completed. I hope you enjoy reading it!

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Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic [part 3]

I have to warn you all that this chapter has a rape scene in it. It’s completely ridiculous, and I really don’t know if that makes it better or worse. Proceed with caution.

Recap: Edward gave into tempation and tried putting the moves on Tiaa. She went along with it at first, but then pushed him away because they were in public and Edward already has a girlfriend. Edward seems to think Tiaa is a vampire, even though she doesn’t appear to be and his thinking she is doesn’t really make sense. 

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AN - hi guys hope u like this one im quite proud of it! 

That’s a bit worrying.

thanx for the suport from my frends love u girls!glad u like it! oh an VINCENT ur so dumb of course tiaa didnt go to math in only her bra shes not a total ditz! 

Hey, you never said she put her shirt back on! Actually, you also described Edward ripping it off her, and we know it’s made out of fishnet, so… I kinda doubt she still has a shirt left to put back on.

one more time...DONT READ IF U DNT LIKE IT!

I can’t imagine not liking this story. I’m being serious. It’s a masterwork. It’s right up there with “My Immortal” in my eyes.

NO frickin flames what is the POINT of flamin ppl there is NO POINT so f off!

I think the point is to annoy the author. Which appears to be working.

Capter 3 – uncle larry

Wow! Really looking forward to the capter!

I sa t alone watching tv at dave and maries house. I couldnt stop thinking about my encounter with Ewdard Cullen earlier that day. He was so beuatifull and sexoy with such amazing hair and eyes I could hardly believe he had notice someone like me! 

Just me or is she a tad fixated on his hair?

Also… Tiaa isn’t the sort of girl who blends in, and she knows it. She’s aware that she’s pretty and she’s used to getting attention — both positive and negative — because of her looks. She’s also loud (she yelled at Edward when he bumped into her), and she dresses in a manner that… well, let’s just say most small-town high school students don’t dress like Tiaa. This girl isn’t ordinary and she’s well aware of it. Why the false modesty?

But I was angry at how he had made me feel, how I'd burnt like crimson hot flame wean he touched me and how he'd not listened to me when id' told him to fring off, and how he dared to touch me at all when he had a GF anyways, even if she was a mean girl with an ugly heart and not that hawt. 

Not only has she not met Bella yet, she hasn’t heard anyone talk about Bella either, so I don’t know how she came to the “she’s a mean girl with an ugly heart” conclusion.

But nomatter how much I try to hate him, I simply couldn't. Suddenly the phone range

"hello "

"hey, is that altantiana?"

"yah who is this?" I aksed.

"its Mike nooton from your class! 

She hasn’t met Mike yet either, unless that happened in the deleted scenes or something. I guess, if he called her house phone, that he could have got Dave and Marie’s number out of the school directory… but this seems a little weird if they’ve literally never met.

I was wondering if your wanted to go to La Plush with me too morrow night maybe? 

To clarify, he is talking about a beach. He means La Push. Stuffed animals are probably not involved.

Theres a party on the beech with whole crowd of us going and I thought you seemed relay nice so I thought maybe youd want to me my date please? -

I can maybe buy that a high school boy is desperate enough to ask a random pretty girl to a party with him in the hopes that maybe it’ll kindle some sort of romance, but this is a really bad way to go about it. Asking out a girl you’ve never met is… not the best plan. Why not just frame it as inviting her along because she’s a new student and it would be a good opportunity for her to hang out and make friends? You don’t have to be explicit about your crush before you’ve even had a conversation with her.

Also I think Mike is already dating Bella’s friend Jessica, but fuck her, I guess.

"arent you the guy who hangs out with all the pathetic chearleaders and stuff?" I asked

"you mean bella and jessica's gang? 

I’m gonna wait a bit to talk about how weird it is that Bella is hanging with a “gang” of cheerleaders, but like… why does Tiaa know Mike hangs out with them? Again, this is their first conversation, and (as far as we know) the first time she’s even heard of him.

Sometimes I guess but theyr'e way shallow and not as hot as you. 

He’s maybe undermining his own point there.

And they can be mean sometimes.-"

So… like anyone, then?

"then why do hang out white them then you shallow CREEP!and why are you askin me out when you harely no me mike! Cos u think im' hot? Why cant you see your just as shallow if you want to date someone just cost of what they look like - I'm not THAT pretty anyways! 

Oh, Tiaa, you and I were on the same page until you pulled the fake modesty card. Besides, isn’t this a bit of an overreaction? He asked you to hang out with him at the beach, it’s not like he’s proposing marriage or anything.

And even if i was, I'm SO screwed up in the bran you cant even imagine! u would no want to date me if you new how screwed up I was!"

What exactly does she mean by “screwed up in the brain bran”? Like, are we talking legitimate mental illness, or is this just teenage angsting? And, in either case, what exactly is her problem that makes her undateable? This is about the vaguest possible rejection, and I don’t know if she’s implying something is actually wrong with her or that she’s just Not Like Other Girls.

"I would, tia, beleive me I would! Your so beautiful you cant even imagine. Your so pretty people lose there minds when your around and forget there names and forget to brethe! 

That’s your only reason? She’s pretty? Weren’t you saying something about cheerleaders being shallow a minute or two ago?

How can't you have noticed that? 

Decent point, actually. If your character is dropping jaws and turning heads with her beauty, either she’s aware she’s beautiful or there’s a reason she doesn’t realize. Like… maybe Tiaa thinks the people staring at her are doing so because of how she dresses, not because they think she’s pretty. Tiaa has actually seemed pretty aware of her effect on others throughout, though, so unless she’s just playing modest around Mike for some reason this scene doesn’t make any sense.

And I don't CARE how screwed up you are! It only maked you more interesting! 

He’s not even gonna ask for clarification on that?

Your cool and different and you are honest about stuff! you are right to be angry with me. I'm sorry for benign shallow and dumb just give me a chance to show you how much I care, please? "

The argument he’s making would probably be way more convincing if this wasn’t, you know, their first conversation ever.

"well...ok maybe ill go along if I dont have anything else to do" i said, not believing a word he said about how pretty i was.

Oh, come on.

"thank you altantiana thank you so much!" he sounded so happy I couldnt help but smile as I put the phone down but my smile faded as I return to my thoughts. Mike Nooton was kinda cute and seemed like an ok guy but he was nothing next to Ewdard Cullen. 

Yeah, I guess when compared to the weird dude who tried to fuck you in a locker room and threw a shirt at your head Mike really isn’t worth a second thought.

Even though I was anger with edward than I have ever been with anyone in my life and part of me wanted to chop his head off with a sore, a part of my soul would all ways remain in that coridoor where we had kissed so hard and passionably. 

My mistake, they were in a hallway, not a locker room. Not sure if that’s better or worse, but, depending on how busy that hallway normally is, it’s probably worse.

I creamed myself. 

Didn’t need to know that.

My heart had soared that day like never before, and i new that no one else would ever make me feel like that again, then I thought how he was a cheater and a bastard and my face burnt with shame. I couldn't beleive I had behaved like such a hore. 

I mean… she didn’t, really. She went along with his advances up to a point, and it doesn’t really show good judgement on her part, but he was the one acting like a “hore” in this situation. Putting the moves on a random girl in a public space when you’ve already got a girlfriend? Keep it classy, dude.

I was scared of the affect he had on me.

Effect. “Affect” is a verb. Nice sentence otherwise.

(Okay, if you’re a grammar pedant, “affect” isn’t always a verb… it can also be a noun, when we’re talking in a psychology context, which Tiaa isn’t.)

"bye tiaa! We'll be back on Thursday ok?" mari put her head rind the door suddenly

"Ok then, have fun" I wispered clammily..dave and marie where visiting relatives for a few day.

Convenient. Two less characters for the author to have to deal with.

Wait, no, oh my god, I just remembered what happens in this chapter.

"you look so pretty" she says, smiling -your the prettiest gril i've ever seen!”

I… okay, that’s some natural dialogue.

"omg whatever" I reply. I hated it wen people say that. 

Come on, girl, it’s just a compliment! Not like she’s hitting on you! At least I hope not.

I pulled my blond hair over my face. I was wearin a short hot pink dress cut low with black lace frills at the bottom and black lace stocking.

I kind of like that Tiaa is a goth girl who likes bright pink. There are plenty of real-life goth girls like that, but you pretty much never see them in fanfiction.

"daves brother larry will be looking after you wile where gone you'll be ok when where gone wont you tiaa? I hate to leaven you alone like this!"

You know “leaven” is what you do to bread to make it rise, right?

"i don't need a freakin babysiter u no!" i was so embarasing, I could look after myself!

Freudian slip? I mean, she is pretty embarrassing.

Marie smiles and leaves the house.

Marie doesn’t give a fuck, it seems.

"greeting a;latnaniana my names uncle larry" said uncle larry, he came in threw the door he was fat and bald with tiny black eyes and a red face

You know he’s a bad guy because he’s ugly. That’s how it works!

"Hey - i said

"your the orphan arent you" he says "is it true you kiled your mother when she gave birth to you?”

Nice to meet you too, Uncle Larry.

"Wat!" I cry, my eyes filling with tears

"your an evil bich arent u? Go outsite and wash my car" he shouts angerly

I’ve just thought of a fun game. There are five more chapters left. Let’s all place bets on which chapter Uncle Larry will get horribly murdered in.

I stood up and left to wash his car. I got soap and a bucket, afraid of what he would do if I refuzed. I went outside and started to wash hush car it was a red porche. He came outside and wached me and I new he was waching me! 

I know the implication is he’s watching her in a pervy way, but if I was making someone wash my car and I didn’t particularly like them I’d keep an eye on them too.

After a minite he came over and hit me hard across the face

"wft!" i shouted

What Fuck The?

He poored the bucket of water all over me and hit me again,. I was wet and crying and he started to rip my dress and bra of me and rip my clothes. He touched my naked breats and I try to push him off me I screamed at him to stop but he did'nt. He bent me over the bonet of his car and spanked me on the ass for half an hour then he pulled my panties down and started to rape me!

I really don’t want to be laughing at a rape scene, because rape is one of those things that’s just inherently unfunny, but… this is testing me. I mean, an entire half hour of spanking? The dramatic announcement that he began raping her after he forcibly stripped her naked and spanked her for thirty minutes, as if this is a surprise? The fact that all of this is happening in plain view of any neighbors Dave and Marie might have? Good lord. I truly do not know how to react.

I also have to wonder why Tiaa makes little attempt to fight back here. It’s pretty reasonable to freeze up when you’re violently attacked, but Tiaa has proven that she’s both capable and willing to fight off anyone she perceives as a threat (kung fu babie!) previously in the story. Is Uncle Larry too physically powerful for her to win against? We don’t really know how big he is compared to her, and Tiaa has been described as strong and fast previously. Both of them are unarmed, and, if there are neighbors, the noise should alert someone to what’s going on (Tiaa has been shouting/screaming throughout). Why is he getting away with all this? Oh, right, plot reasons.

"stop raping me!" I cry but he didnt stop! 

Shocker.

The pain was terrible even tough his manhood was small. 

Didn’t need to know about his dick, thanks!

I cryed and cryed but he didnt stop for hours and when he finally stopped he left me on the floor and spat in my face and left me there. 

Wait… hours? This guy has impressive stamina.

I pulled on my clothes and cryed madly and ran off into the seething darkness of the midnight street. I ran and ran un till I came to some woods and then I fell down in the woods and cryed.

“Seething darkness of the midnight street” is a pretty good phrase, actually. I mean, super cheesy and doesn’t really mean anything, but if this was lyrics some alt-rock band wrote I’d accept it.

Suddenly a blast of white light exploded in head and my mark on my hand burned like a flame. I closed my eyes and saw the face of a tall white man looking over me with no expression, his eyes were burning red and his face glimmered cold and bright as the moon,. 

It was… VLODEMONT AND DA DETH DEALERS!

I fell back from the brightness of his body, his hair was dark as night,.

It was… VOLSEMORT IN A WIG AND DA DEATH DEELRS!

"atlantiana?" he whisperd in a voice softer than clouds -my daughter?-

Well, we all saw that one coming a mile off.

"omg" I whisperd as my mind went blank and the world went dark.

I hope she whispered the acronym instead of saying “oh my god.” Her dad will be totally confused! Old people don’t know how acronyms work!

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