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Caught Red-Handed

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Doesn't Van ever think about knocking?

Friends to lovers // eventual smut // I have a Sam version of this story on my Wattpad too xxx

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You'd been friends with Van for years, right back when the notion of recording platinum-selling albums and touring the world was just a dream. He was that friend who you could talk to if you had a problem. He never judged you and he always had your back. He was the one person you could call on if you needed anything. So when you'd had a huge bust up with your friend and house-mate and he asked you to move into his house in Chester you didn't think twice. Larry had moved out just months before and there was Van, rattling around in the house all by himself. He'd never been any good with just his own company… and you were of no fixed abode. It was the perfect solution. There was just one small problem...

The past few months you'd started to see Van in a different light. His striking ocean eyes captivated you like they never had done before. The feel of his body pressed up next to yours when he greeted you with a hug made your heart race. And seeing him with his female fans fawning all over him just set off a sharp sting of jealousy which you had no business feeling.

Now here you were on a Sunday night, lounging on the sofa watching TV and feasting on takeaway pizza, trying not to react to the fact that your pulse had started to quicken the moment Van took his seat next to you, barely leaving a gap between your two bodies.

"Give us another slice of yours," he says, not waiting for your consent but reaching over into the cardboard box on your lap.

"No way!" You protest, slapping at his intruding hand and then snatching the box away out of his reach. "You've already had two slices you greedy git!"

"Come on, yours is well nice," he pleads. "I'll swap ya."

"Ughhh not a chance. It's not my fault you ordered the worst pizza on the menu. I mean who has pineapple on pizza anyway?" You wrinkle up your nose in disgust.

"Well, I'll just have to take control of this then if we're not sharing!" Van announces, grabbing for the remote control and switching channels.

You groan as Match of the Day fills the TV screen. You hate football and Van knows it. He's obviously just trying to wind you up and it's working.

"Hey that's not fair, it's my turn to choose what we watch tonight. Spider-Man's on in ten minutes and I wanna see it."

"Do you really wanna see the film, or just perv over Tom Holland, eh?" Van chuckles, holding the remote control higher as you swipe for it. "Ah that's it, isn't it? Ooh Tom, Tom! You're so sexy!"

He mimics you in a silly girly voice, throwing his head back and laughing as you narrow your eyes at him. God he's bloody infuriating sometimes, like a big kid.

"Shut up and pass it here!" You whine, setting your pizza box down on the empty seat next to you so you can reach up to grab the remote.

It's no use though, he passes it over to his other hand and stretches right out so there's no chance of you getting it from your current position.

"If you can get it you can watch what you like," he taunts. "And if you don't I get the rest of your pizza!"

You rise up out of your seat, leaning right over him, one hand on the back of the sofa near his head, the other reaching over as far as you can, fingers straining.

"You're so bloody annoying!" You complain, kneeling on the seat next to him so you can reach even further.

He just laughs with the widest shit-eating grin plastered across his face, riling you up further. You're almost there, your fingers practically touching the remote, just an inch further and it'll be yours…

And then your foot slips out from under you and you find yourself sprawling forwards, toppling right over into his lap. You're practically straddling him, your chest thrust right in his face.

"Woah! If you want my body you've only got to ask!" Van jokes, his whole face creasing into laughter at your obvious embarrassment as you scramble up on to your feet, your cheeks glowing.

You'd normally laugh it off, come back at Van with some cutting remark, but for once you're lost for words, a combination of your self-consciousness and the fact that being so close to Van has made your body react in all sorts of inappropriate ways.

You have an urge to get away now you're on your feet, putting your head down and heading for the door, mumbling something about not feeling too good.

Van springs to his feet immediately, catching hold of your arm just as you're about to exit the room, gently bringing you to a stop.

"What's up? I've not really pissed you off have I? I was only joking you know. We can watch whatever you like... Y/N? Are you alright?"

You've no choice but to turn and face him, your awkwardness increasing. You just hope you sound convincing.

"I'm okay, it's not you... I've just... come over feeling a bit funny... a bit sick. I think I'm just gonna go and lie down upstairs for a bit..."

Van's face falls with obvious disappointment and then creases with concern. "Hope you're okay..."

You pull away, saying you'll be fine, hurriedly rushing up the stairs and into your bedroom, pushing the door closed behind you and flopping down on to the bed, frustrated.

This has got to stop. You've known Van for so long he should be more like a brother to you. If anything happened it would just make things weird. Not that he's probably remotely interested in you at all romantically or sexually. The trouble is, now you've started to see him that way you can't get the thoughts out of your head. There's no way you're going back downstairs now to torture yourself all the more.

You sigh, resolving that you may as well just call it a night and try and get some sleep. You get undressed and shimmy into the little silk slip that you sleep in. It's far too hot to get under the covers so you lie on top, closing your eyes and trying to clear your mind, hoping that sleep claims you soon.

It's useless. Images of Van scroll through your head ceaselessly. His disarming smile... his stunning blue-green eyes... that cheeky way he looks at you, waiting for a reaction when he's winding you up...

It starts out innocent enough, but then your mind really starts to wander. You recall a morning last week when you'd bumped into Van in the hallway when he'd just stepped out of the shower dressed in nothing but a towel, his pale skin still flushed from the warm spray. Imagine if his towel had slipped...

Warmth floods your body at the thought and you squirm on the bed, pressing your thighs together.

Think about something else Y/N, for fucks sake...

Your thoughts drift to yesterday afternoon. Van was messing around with lyrics for a new song he was writing and he wanted your views on them. A smile springs on to your lips, you love the fact that he values your opinion so much.

This is a safe topic to think of. You picture the scene from yesterday. Van was sitting on the sofa in front of the window, strumming away, his eyes screwed shut whilst he sang, completely lost in the music. You'd been grateful for that so you could watch him uninhibited. The sun was low in the sky and it was streaming through the window, bathing him in a soft golden glow. God he'd looked gorgeous.

You'd been focussing on his hands, his long, slender fingers flying up and down the frets, expertly picking out the notes. His hands...

Oh god.... here you go again. You must admit you've become quite obsessed with his hands recently. His fingers are just so... long...

Just imagine...

Fuck... now your mind's really working overtime but this time you don't try and divert it. It's been months since you've been intimate with anyone after your prick of an ex dumped you, and he treated you that badly you've not felt sexy at all since... until now. Why not just enjoy the feeling? It's only a fantasy anyway.

Eyes still screwed shut, you hitch up your silky slip around your hips, spreading your legs apart. You start to touch yourself over your underwear, imagining it's Van's fingers instead of your own. That's when you realise exactly how turned on you are. In no time your heart's racing and your breathing heavy as you writhe on the bed. Your panties feel damp to touch as you curl your fingers around the edge of the lace and move them aside.

You start to caress yourself, dipping one finger inside you to gather the slickness of your arousal, then spread it upwards over your clit, moving in tight circles.

God that feels good. You tip your head back on the pillow and spread your legs even wider, moving your hips in time with your caresses, little whimpers of pleasure escaping your lips. All the time you're thinking about Van and imagining his hands on you, that familiar tightening feeling building in your core.

What you don't realise is that you have an audience. Van came upstairs a few moments ago to check on you, worrying about you feeling poorly.

He didn't knock. He didn't even think. Now he wishes he had... or maybe not...

He knows what he should do. Back slowly and quietly out of the room, pretend he's not seen you, then carry on pretending he's not seen you. But he can't. He's transfixed. He doesn't think he's ever seen a sexier sight in all his life than you pleasuring yourself. Hair spread wantonly over the pillow, brows furrowed a little, your mouth a perfect O shape. Your body's rising and falling with your deep breaths, your fingers gliding over your slick skin. Christ, those little moans that you're making. He can feel his dick stiffening, pressing uncomfortably on his jeans. And then...

"Oh Van..."

What the fuck?

The shock suddenly snaps Van out of his trance and he steps back quickly, kicking the door as he does, alerting you to his presence.

What the fuck?

Your eyes snap open in a heartbeat and you sit bolt upright, confused for a second until you see Van lingering in the doorway, a stricken look on his face. Did he see... everything? Did he hear his name?

Your heart practically leaps out of your chest and you grab for the duvet, horrified, wrapping it tightly around yourself.

"Jesus Van, haven't you ever heard of knocking?" You cry out, mortified, feeling the colour instantly drain from you in shock but then swiftly return with your humiliation, staining your cheeks scarlet.

Van appears to be speechless, his mouth opening and closing like he's a fish out of water. All the time he's shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Finally he manages to string together some stumbled words.

"I... I'm so sorry. I was... errr... worried about you... 'cause you said you felt sick. I was just... errr... coming up to check on ya."

"Yeah well I'm okay!" You say, your voice coming out high-pitched, your eyes darting around so you don't have to look directly at him.

"I can see that!" He blurts out.

You allow yourself to look at him now, and there's a moment where your eyes lock, and it's like there's a million things you both want to say but you can't find the words.

And then it passes. Van backs clean out of the room, still muttering his apologies, and you sit there in shock... absolutely mortified.

What now?

As soon as your eyes flicker open the next morning it all comes flooding back in a wave of red hot shame and humiliation. How the fuck are you supposed to face Van again after he's seen you in such a compromising position? And, even worse... did he hear you moaning his name? How the hell are you even going to look him in the eye if he knows you've been fantasising about him?

You hurriedly shower and dress and make your way downstairs to find that Van's already there, he's obviously rolled right out of bed and come straight down in the hunt for breakfast.

He stands in the kitchen in just a pair of trackie bottoms, no t-shirt, hair all mussed up and looking every bit as delectable as the full English he's frying up on the stove. Your mouth's watering and you're not sure whether it's the aroma of the bacon or the sight of him.

Your gazes lock as you enter the room and for an awkward moment you don't think anyone's going to speak, but then Van does, and it's an admirable attempt to make things seem normal but it just falls flat.

"Oh... morning love. Want some of this? There's plenty. I was gonna come and ask if you wanted some but..."

You thought you might disturb me finger-fucking myself on the bed?

Of course he doesn't say it but you're both thinking it. You can tell by the tiny hint of a smile that plays on his lips, the way he trails off, looking down, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Errr... no... thanks, I... errr... actually have... a meeting first thing. Thought I'd get to the office early, catch up on some stuff. I'm so busy at the moment. Honestly the emails... they never stop coming..."

Now you're babbling, and you have a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that what's happened will taint your easy-going friendship with Van. You really don't want a silly moment to ruin the precious bond you have. You panic, still mumbling about your heavy workload as you grab a banana out of the fruit bowl and make for the door.

You cringe all the way to work and by the time you get there you're in such a state over it that you vow to try and put the whole thing to the back of your mind or you'll just drive yourself crazy. Thankfully work is busy and you throw yourself into it, managing to completely switch off your whirring brain. In fact you almost forget all about it until your phone buzzes with a text notification mid-afternoon. It's Van.

Van: Hi hope you're ok. Me and Bondy are having a few drinks down the local tonight if you fancy it? x

Usually you wouldn't hesitate, especially if Bondy's down from Newcastle. You love seeing the guys, but you realise that you can't face it and you find yourself grudgingly typing a reply.

Sorry Van, I'm having a rough day and I'm tired already. Have fun and say hi to Bondy for me...

Van obviously does have fun as he's still not back home by the time your eyelids have grown heavy and you've taken yourself off to bed that evening. You can't sleep though, lying there on your back staring up at the ceiling, going through scenes in your head where you and Van sit down to discuss what happened like two sensible, mature adults. The only problem is every single scenario you dream up has the same outcome: Van sniggering like a naughty schoolboy and you ending up red-faced and flustered and even more embarrassed than you were beforehand.

You're still chasing sleep when you hear the key in the lock and heavy footsteps traipsing into the kitchen at gone midnight. You sit up in bed, wondering whether you should get up and speak to Van but then you hear a loud clattering noise, followed by some curse words and muted laughter. He's definitely drunk.

You sigh, sinking back down into bed, listening to Van clumsily banging around in the kitchen, then you hear his footsteps on the stairs. You even find yourself counting the steps, waiting for the moment he'll walk past your bedroom.

And then there's silence... He's stopped... right outside your bedroom door.

You can just make out his shadow in the tiny gap of light filtering under the door. He's standing right there! Your heart almost stops beating and you realise that you're holding your breath, waiting for a sound... his voice, maybe a knock, or maybe he won't knock... again. Maybe he's standing there imagining you like you were last night...

And then you hear him move away.

The rest of the week carries on in the same vein. You blatantly avoiding Van by way of feigning imaginary illnesses or tiredness and enduring awkward encounters in the kitchen that have you quickly scurrying away, and by the time Friday comes around you're running out of excuses.

You've had another exhaustingly long, hectic day at work and when you arrive home you breathe a sigh of relief when you stand quietly in the hallway, listening for any signs of life in the house and you hear none. Great... that means Van's more than likely out, so you've got the whole place to yourself. No sneaking around, no hiding away, you can just relax.

You kick off your shoes and make for the kitchen, on a mission to find the largest glass you can to fill with wine before heading upstairs for a long soak in a luxurious bubble bath. It sounds heavenly...

"Surprise!"

You practically jump out of your skin at the sight of Van in the kitchen as you push through the door. He's standing there holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other, the widest grin on his face practically splitting it in two.

"What's all this?" You exclaim, eyes wide, heart pounding from the shock of discovering that you're not as alone as you thought.

"Thought I'd treat ya... 'cause you've been working so hard and I also thought you needed cheering up 'cause you've been dead grumpy..."

"I've not been grumpy!" You protest, aware that you do, actually, sound extremely grumpy. You smile despite yourself.

He continues, placing the glasses down on the kitchen table and beginning to pour out the wine. "And you've been avoiding me."

Shit...

"I've not been avoiding you at all, I've just been... busy, and tired. It's been a long week."

He pauses, looking at you with eyebrows slightly raised. "Oh really? So you've not been avoiding me since..."

Uh-oh. Here it comes. You brace yourself, feeling your cheeks warming, watching his face scrunching in second-hand embarrassment for you.

"Since... The Incident..."

The Incident? The way he says it, even pausing for effect, like he's talking about some award-winning feature film he's bigging up, leaves you in no doubt that you're not going to be able to get away with pretending like it never happened. He wants to discuss it. Right now.

You shoot out a hand, reaching for one of the wine glasses and gulping at the contents, hoping for the alcohol to dull your embarrassment, but sadly it doesn't work that fast.

"Did you have to bring it up?" You say, swirling your wine around in the bottom of your glass to avoid looking at him.

"Actually yes, I do," he says. "If we're gonna live together we need to clear the air. We can't go on like this. I feel really bad that I didn't apologise properly as well, so I'm saying sorry now. I really should have knocked. I just didn't think..."

"Okay, okay!" You interrupt, relieved that he actually seems to be handling the situation maturely and not descending to adolescent level. "Apology accepted. Can we just forget about it now... please?"

"Uh-huh..." Van nods before taking a sip from his own glass, but he's eyeing you over the rim in such a way that you know it's not the last you've heard of it.

You try for a distraction. "Shall we get a take-away? I'm starving."

That seems to have worked. Van immediately clutches his belly announcing how hungry he is and you suggest Chinese. Van places his phone on the kitchen counter and you spend a while hunched over it, perusing the menu. Then you wander into the living room with your wine, leaving Van to phone the order through.

You smile to yourself. Well... that was pretty painless. Hopefully now you can just get back to being housemates and carry on hiding the fact that you're secretly in love... hold on, no... LUST...with Van. There's no way that this is love. What made you even think that?

Your thoughts are interrupted by Van entering the room, grumbling that the restaurant are busy tonight so your food will take at least an hour.

"Well... we may as well have more wine then," he says, holding out the bottle to offer you more and you gratefully accept.

"Woah, not so much," you protest as he fills your glass so full it's practically slopping over the top. "You know how drunk I get on an empty stomach!"

"Lightweight!" He teases, setting his glass down on the coffee table and taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

To your surprise he doesn't sit facing the tele but angles his body so he's facing you, and when you glance over at him him he's got his eyes fixed on you with a grin. You look away but you can feel his eyes on you still.

"What?" You finally say. "What are you looking at me like that for?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Anxiety squirms in your gut and you take another large swallow of your wine. "Well... I'm sure you're just going to ask me anyway..."

You pretend to pick at an imaginary piece of fluff on your dress so you don't have to look at him.

"Do you... errr..." he pauses for a second before carrying on. "Do you do that... all the time?"

"Do I do what all the time?" You say, playing dumb, but you know damn well what he's talking about.

"You know... last weekend... when I caught ya..."

"Oh my god Van!" You cry. "What sort of a question is that?"

He shrugs, still grinning. "C'mon Y/N. How long have we been mates for? We can talk about anything can't we? I'm just curious... that's all."

The embarrassment is radiating off you in waves, but Van's completely unbothered. Your instinct is to tell him to mind his own business, but you don't. There's something about the thought of discussing such an intimate topic with him that's made your heart thump with excitement.

"Of course I don't do it all the time!" You giggle shyly. "Why? Do you?"

"When the mood takes me. Which is... errr... quite a lot actually!" He starts chuckling, while you shake your head. "Well? It's not like I've got anyone else to do it for me is it?"

"What are you talking about? You're not exactly short of female admirers are you? And probably male ones too! You could be shagging someone different every night if you wanted to!"

Van pushes his hair back off his face. He's still wearing a huge smile. "And why would I wanna do that? You know I don't sleep with fans. And I don't go for one night stands... not anymore."

You consider Van's words. He's right. He's certainly not the horny 22 year old he used to be who took full advantage of having girls throwing themselves at him everywhere he went when the band first started getting a following.

In fact since you've moved in with him he's not had any lovers over to stay the night at all. It was one of the things you were worried about when he'd asked you to move in with him to be honest. The thought of having to smile sweetly at a parade of loved up, freshly fucked conquests each morning whilst eating your breakfast just made you feel sick to your stomach with what you’re now realising is jealousy.

Van hasn't finished. He reaches over for his wine glass whilst he's talking. "It's funny isn't it? Back then I thought I was living the dream, but now I realise how kinda shallow I was. I guess as you get older you realise the thing about sex is it's not quantity but quality that's important."

This surprises you. You weren't expecting the conversation to take this sort of turn, you were anticipating Van teasing you mercilessly about what he caught you doing. You'd been dreading it, but the realisation hits you now that it would have been a lot easier to cope with. Hearing Van talking frankly about his love life is just making you realise how much you want to be a part of it. And it's not just the sex. You want all of him.

"Yeah well it's alright if you find someone you're compatible with I guess..."

Van drains his glass, reaching for the bottle and topping himself up. "You're so right. I mean why settle for a quick meaningless fuck with a practical stranger when you can have a real connection with someone?"

And then he looks at you. Really looks at you. You can feel yourself melting under his gaze. You want him so bad. And maybe he wants you too...

But maybe you're getting this all wrong. Maybe it's just wishful thinking and the wine and the talk of sex that's making you feel like the atmosphere in the room has changed. Your head's spinning with thoughts and you panic.

"I hope the food doesn't really take an hour! I'm starved!" You suddenly blurt out, making to rise up out of your seat, but Van darts out a hand to gently grip your arm, stilling you. He's still got that look in his eyes, a certain intensity that makes your belly flip and your heart stutter.

"I heard you," he says quietly.

"What?"

"I heard you say my name... last week. You were thinking about me weren't you? While you were..."

Oh shit! How are you supposed to get out of this one? You can't deny it.

"I... I..." you start but trail off. Your cheeks are burning and your head feels light and there's nowhere to hide.

Van takes your wine glass from you and places both his and yours on the coffee table. Then he reaches for your hand, his fingers curling around yours, entwining them together. He has an earnest expression on his face as he speaks.

"It's okay... don't be embarrassed. I have a confession to make actually..."

He shifts in the seat, moving closer, his eyes not leaving yours. The air between you is thick with a heady kind of tension which only increases as Van speaks again.

"Since I saw you... like that... I've not been able to get it out of my mind. I think it was the hottest thing I've ever seen. All I can think of is seeing you like that again. I really wanna be the one to make you feel like that... for real..."

"I... I..." you stutter, struggling to form anything coherent, your mind fogging over with lust, imagining what might happen.

Van pulls the hand that he's holding towards him, urging you to move your body around to face him more fully and you comply. He's getting closer still, now just inches away.

"Because I reckon I could make you feel good. Really good... if you'll let me?"

He reaches forward with his other hand, gently cupping your cheek. You want to surrender to him, your body automatically responding, your breathing deepening, nerves bristling, but you find yourself holding back.

"I... I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to... it's just... I don't wanna complicate things. I like you Van. Actually... I really like you."

You feel your cheeks warming from the unexpected confession you've just let slip, immediately fretting that you've said the wrong thing, but you don't need to worry. You feel Van's fingers brushing your cheek, his eyes simmering with desire but affection too. "You don't know how happy that makes me to hear you say that... the feeling is definitely mutual."

His gaze drops down to your lips and back up and you find yourself doing the same to his, waiting for the moment they meet, eager to taste him. But still you hesitate. "Can we... can we just... go slow?"

"We can go as slow as you like..."

You both lean in together, too hasty, teeth clashing. It's silly and awkward and you laugh breathlessly, pulling away.

"We'll try that again shall we?" Van chuckles softly and this time he takes the lead, his hand going to the back of your neck, winding through your hair, pulling you closer.

Your mouths meet and this time it's tentative and slow, your lips brushing each other's gently. You sigh into the kiss as it deepens, your tongues entwining. It's like a release, you've dreamt about this moment for so long and now it's actually happening.

Van's free hand goes to your waist and he pushes you back on to the sofa. You grasp at his hips, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of you and he obliges, pressing himself on to you, his knees sliding between your legs. Just the feel of his warm body flush next to yours makes desire pool down deep inside you and you feel your hips push upwards to meet his like they have a mind of their own.

"Hmm... someone's eager," Van whispers, as he pulls away from the kiss, hovering over you.

"You have no idea," you smile back, your hands sliding between your bodies and going to the buckle of his belt, hastily unfastening it. Ideas of going slow are suddenly the last thing on your mind.

He smiles wickedly, and he catches his bottom lip in his teeth as he looks down on you. "You're a fucking vision, you know that? I've been dreaming about this for so long. What I'd like to do to you..."

"Oh yeah?"

His belt's unfastened now, and you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, but you don't get far before you feel Van's hands on your wrists, gripping them gently but firmly, guiding them away, pushing them back against the chair.

"Nuh-huh, this is all about you," he says. "Told you I wanted to make you feel good didn't I?"

"But..." you start to protest, stopping when he raises a hand and presses his index finger against your lips.

"All I wanna hear from those lips is how good it feels, okay?"

"So I've just got to lie here?" You say, biting back a grin at the smirk on his face as he rises up slightly, placing a hand on either of your thighs, pushing your dress upwards until it's bunched up around your hips.

"Yeah... think you can manage that?"

You feel a little vulnerable and exposed in front of Van in such an intimate way for the first time, feeling the flush on your cheeks, the adrenaline flooding your body with excitement.

His fingers trail down your thighs slowly, tracing little patterns on your skin, and you can feel the small callouses on his finger tips. You're so sensitive to his touch your body shivers every now and again and he watches you intently, a smile playing on his lips as you gasp as he inches closer to the edge of your underwear and then moves away.

"You're a fucking tease McCann," you say, watching his smile widen, his eyes light up with mischief.

"It'll be worth the wait... trust me," he says self-assuredly.

Christ... your heart's beating double time, your breathing getting shallow. You need to feel something, your hips twitching as Van places a palm on either of your thighs, slowly pushing them even further apart. Then he dips his head down, and you feel his lips pressing against your inner leg by the knee. He plants delicate kisses all the way up one thigh, then moves to the other side, repeating his actions. Little tremors shoot through you in anticipation.

"Van..." you breathe, yearning to feel his touch where you need it.

"What's up love?" He asks teasingly, fingers trailing along the edge of your underwear. "What do you need?"

"You know damn well what I need," you whine, impatient. All you can think of is his hands. Those long fingers and how they're going to make you feel.

"Let's get rid of these then," Van says, his fingertips hooking under the waistband of your panties.

He begins to inch them down your hips, not taking his eyes off you as he does it and there's something about this that builds the tension in such a way that it's almost unbearable. When you feel his fingertips connect with your skin, one skimming over your your sweet spot, your body reacts instantly with a shudder of pleasure.

He leans over you to kiss you again, fingers exploring the folds between your legs, repeatedly flicking over your clit. It feels better than you could ever imagine and you moan softly into his mouth, bucking your hips upwards, chasing his touch as his fingers start to stray away.

"Don't stop," you plead in between kisses.

"Mmm... I have no intention of stopping," he purrs. "Tell me... how does this feel?"

He pushes one finger slowly inside you, followed by another, stretching you out deliciously. You whimper underneath him. "Fuck that feels good..."

You words tail off into passionate sighs and you close your eyes, tipping your head back. His long, slender fingers reach parts of you that you could never hope to, and before long you're writhing on the bed as he pumps them slowly inside you, moving your hips in sync with his motions.

Suddenly his touch disappears, and your eyes flick open. He's hovering over you, eyes glazed over with lust, and you watch as he raises his hand, slipping the fingers he's been pleasuring you with between his lips.

"You taste fucking amazing," he says, licking his fingers clean.

The action simultaneously makes you blush furiously but also stokes the fire that's already burning between your legs. You're so turned on you feel like the lightest touch might make you explode.

"Don't make me wait... please!" You implore, rising up slightly, reaching for his hips, feeling desperate now.

"But I don't wanna rush this, you look too good," he whispers, gently pushing you back down by your shoulders, before placing a sweet kiss on your lips. "In fact I'd say you looked good enough to eat."

Fuck... Your body's pulsing now, the heat between your legs intensifying. Van moves completely off the sofa, his fingers curling around your thighs, easing your body around so he's kneeling in between your splayed legs.

You look down to see him moving closer, and he keeps his eyes on you as he leans in, licking a slow stripe to your aching heat. Then he starts to work you with his tongue, concentrating all his efforts on the sensitive nub of nerves. Watching him pleasure you like this whilst he's looking you right in the eye is probably the single most erotic thing you've ever experienced, but you find that you can't maintain his gaze for long. The sensations are just too powerful and you can feel your eyes rolling back in your head.

"Fucking hell..." you breathe, and he hums an approval, the vibrations travelling through your core, making your body quiver.

You can feel that familiar tight knot starting low down in your belly, sure you'll peak soon, and as if on cue, Van suddenly hoists your legs up on to his shoulders to get even closer. He buries his head between your thighs, lapping relentlessly at your clit, easing two fingers inside you, curving them at a spot that has you seeing stars. You can feeling yourself unravelling at an increasing pace, hurtling towards your climax.

Your hands thread through his hair, tugging it roughly at the roots, losing yourself as the first swell of your orgasm hits you like a hurricane. Then it's wave upon wave of indescribable pleasure, moans falling from your lips, your legs trembling. Van doesn't stop until the last of the shudders wrack your body.

"Oh my god," you breathe, slowing coming back down to earth as Van emerges, leaning towards you with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"That alright then?" He grins cheekily, pulling your dress back over your body to cover you up, then resting his hands across your lap.

"Bloody hell, that was... a bit better than alright!" You say, still panting slightly.

Your body feels wrung out but in the best possible way. Van kneels there looking up at you, hair dishevelled, pupils blown wide, his lips still glossy with your arousal, and you think you might have just been transported to heaven.

"I suppose I should... repay the favour," you say with the most flirtatious of grins, raising your eyebrows at him.

Van's smile mirrors yours as he rises up from the floor, taking his seat next to you on the sofa and wrapping an arm around you, drawing you into a close embrace.

"Oh I'm definitely going to hold you to that love..."

#caught red handed #catb imagines #van mccann #van mccann x reader #fanfic #vanfic #smut

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regretisstoredintheme · 1 year

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Before I couldn't handle the food so I just threw it upI only drinker tea or waterOr mostly swets It created me acid in my stomach but now..

It might sound stupid but for one bite I regained appetite

Think of many food I can eat again,the possibilities! Pasta and ketchup or pineapple on pizza (don't judge pls) or eggs and ketchup (yes I very like ketchup it was only the thing that I was eating along the tea and all) Japanese,Chinese food! Pizza,vegetables,fruits+

I cant wait to eat again tomorrow while watching my favourite anime !

I just wanted to share my accomplishment

I think Donnie would be proud seeing me eating with an happy expression on my face while mikey is making my favourite omelette mmmm chocolate omelette (yes here in Italy we do make salty and sweets omelette)

IM PROUD OF YOUUU!!! I know this was a while ago and it’s possible circumstances have changed, however the fact that you got excited about food at all makes me really happy for you :D

Donnie would sit and watch as you went on about your favorite foods, occasionally asking questions or going “really?” At combinations he hadn’t thought of.

sweet omelettes? That’s kinda cool :0 I don’t like eggs, but you’ll never see me judging you for pineapple on pizza ♡

#regrettable ramblings #regret’s sweethearts #Donnie x reader #You’re awesome #i’m proud of you

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lyxthen · 7 months

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People online making fun of "well done steak" or food influencers heavily favoring rare cuts of meat rubs me the wrong way. I'm not going to say it is clasist or racist because I genuinely don't think it is. It's like poking fun of pineapple pizza: a meme, and that's that.

But I couldn't help but feel like it was somehow wrong anyway. I grew up eating nothing but well done meat, because people simply do not trust meat that isn't fully cooked. Most in my culture find it outright gross, and it does not feature in our gastronomy at all. I've spoken to other people from the Global South™ online and most seem to agree on the fact that rare meat or eggs are not trustworthy, and find it weird how (particularly Americans) seem to enjoy it so much. But hey, that's how they like it, and who are we to judge.

I understand this is nothing but a cultural difference, for indeed it is safe to consume meat in this manner, and I am no stranger to the consumption of raw fish in the form of ceviche, or unpasteurised milk straight from the ranch. I have no problem with people eating Iguana or Armadillo or Possum meat. But it felt like these very popular memes they were making fun of my culture and my upbringing by extension, even though they clearly weren't.

I'm probably getting worked up over nothing. There are many foreign foods I personally find gross. But I feel there is a difference between "I don't like this, but I can respect it from a distance" and "this is the wrong way to cook, how can you even eat that?" It is the second one that results questionable to me, because it assumes a superior way to cook food, and that necessarily excludes people that are not from a given dominant culture.

While this particular example, by itself, is a non-issue, it reflects somewhat elitist ideas as relating to food.

I would like to hear your thoughts on this, if you have any.

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envysparkler · 2 years

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I used to write a lot and post a lot and then depression flattened me mentally for years and I want to write again but I’m now inexplicably terrified of posting my writing where people can see it and I’m wondering if you have any advice on how to … get past this? 😞

I may not be the best person to ask for this, because I am both my harshest critic and fiercest defender, so other people's comments on my work are like little chocolates--tasty, but not necessary, and not a replacement for actual sustenance.

However, some tips to help with posting again:

Validation is nice, but you shouldn't seek it to the detriment of everything else. Why do you want to post your writing online? Because you want people's opinions and critiques? Because you want comments? Because you thought other people might enjoy this thing inside your head? These are all different things and should be approached with different mindsets.

The internet is not the be-all, end-all judge. This place is full of people who have no idea what they're talking about. If a random commenter makes a negative critique or writes a rude comment about your story, take it with the seriousness you give to a child telling you your outfit is weird. Critiques should come from people you know and trust to have an informed opinion.

This isn't an exam. It isn't a test. No one's winning or losing. If you post something and don't post again for a year, there is no post police to come after you. If you take a negative comment to heart and it makes you feel bad, you haven't failed. If you write a post you dislike, it doesn't matter. You won't be banished from the internet. You can always come back. You can even disappear and come back under a different name if you like.

There are always going to be people who dislike what you write. The pineapple-on-pizza argument is my favorite to use as a metaphor because it's so simple and relatable. Say you bring a pineapple pizza to a potluck. There's going to be someone there who dislikes it because they think pineapple on pizza is a cardinal food sin, and they're absolutely willing to argue for hours about it. There's going to be someone who dislikes it because they're a fan of pineapple on pizza, but yours isn't the right type of pineapple, or you put too much, or there isn't enough cheese, or--you see where I'm going with this. But there's also going to be that person who eats half the pizza because it's so delicious. Remember that you made them happy.

#envy answers #writing advice

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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Hullo!

I'm the quotev reader that said they'd get a tumblr jsut for the specific writings lol

I've followed, done 5 reblogs & a shout-out I'm pretty sure because i wanted to go all the way with level four!

literally have never requested from a fanfic book before so yk i kinda have to keep going back and forth to see what i need to do. So i'm just going to list stuff off that i see is required and whatnot.

personality: It changes depending on the person but I'm consistentley trying to make people smile and laugh, and I gernerally observe lot's of people, I'm quiet around people I don't know but as soon as you choose to talk to me first I'm going to sound insane.

sexuality: Pansexual! :D

pronouns: She/They

MBTI: ESTP-T

Zodiac Big 3: Aries Sun, Taurus Moon, and Aquarius Rising

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

likes/dislikes: I like wearing hoodies all the time, I love music, I love dying my hair, I don't like people who make fun of things before they try it (please don't kill me because I like pineapple pizza-)

hobbies: Drawing digitally and traditionally, writing fanfics, improv

fandoms: Stranger things, Harry Potter, Marvel (my fav three out of the billions im in)

and just as a little extra thing, my fav characters from the top 3 fandom both boy and girl; ST: Steve "The Hair" Harrington & Robin Buckley, HP: Fred&George Weasly & Luna Lovegood, Marvel: James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes & Yelena Belova

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋

What each ship has in common:

⋆ Kind-hearted ⋆ Brave ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Fun-loving ⋆ People look up to them

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Steve Harrington. I think he would be a great match for you - he’s such a charismatic but good natured guy, that you couldn’t help BUT fall for him. The way he would look at you, would make you swoon.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Always driving you in his car - you’re like a passenger princess. You’re things are scattered around his car; hair bands, perfumes, receipts, bobby pins etc.

・He lovingly gazes at you, and sometimes it’s weird because it goes for ages. And you’re like, “Steve? Steeeeveeeeee! Stop!”

“Huh? Oh sorry babe, you’re just so amazing.”

・Will be the bf that talks about you to everyone.

“And look at this picture, look how cute she is!”

・Will always be there for you - even if it’s 3 am and he’s fast asleep. You’ll call him and he’ll jump in the car, bleary eyed and pick you up

・SUPER protective of you

“Ugh, no. No way, you are NOT coming with us.”

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

You’re determination and ideas. He loves listening to you talk, how you think and what you believe in. You’ve had a lot of discussions that he’s never had before, and he thinks you’re amazing.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Robin Buckley! I think you guys would have such awesome conversations, a deep connection and she would see you as family.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with George Weasley! I think you would be better suited to the more sensitive twin. He’s more emotionally mature.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Not caring about the opinions of other people - especially other Slytherins because they are constantly judging you.

・Always standing up for each other

・Probably getting into trouble, a lot of detention.

・He’s so much taller than you are, so you have to stand on your tippy toes to kiss him

・ Ginny being wary of you at first because you’re a Slytherin, but when you first visited the Burrow, and she actually got to know you- her opinion changed. You were so much more chill than she thought you would be.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

Your good heart. And your humour. Don’t forget about the humour. He loves making you laugh, and you have so many inside jokes. He feels so safe and comfortable around you.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Fred Weasley - I mean c’mon. You would totally egg him on and rev him up to do pranks. Sometimes George has to set boundaries because you told Fred how to get into the Slytherin common room. And he had all these pranks ready, especially for Malfoy, but George reminded you that you would get into a lot of trouble if it got out.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Bucky Barnes! I think you would be enamored by his grumpy demeanor, and constantly call him ‘old man.’ He would secretly love it though.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Showing him what he’s missed out on - shows, movies, books, social media, the internet etc

・I think he’s more of a homebody and would love to stay home and snuggle. He’s a great cuddler.

・Getting pets together, probably a dog and a cat. And although Bucky initially says he doesn’t like cats, he grows to absolutely adore it.

・You’re the only one that can make Bucky genuinely laugh and smile. It makes you feel like you’ve achieved something great when you do so.

・Bucky and Yelena initally hated each other at first but then started to bond over their past. They would randomly dip in and out of Russian.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

You’re his hope, he just loves you as a whole person. Every part of you brings him joy and it’s like life is worth living with you around.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Yelena!!!! She almost like a female version of Bucky, although less grumpy and more gen-z like. She loves doing normal best friend things with you - shopping, movies, sleep overs etc. So Bucky better get used to her, because she’s sticking around.

#ship game #ships #let me ship you

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abe-reporting · 1 year

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((Babygirl ong))

Well well, Mr. Abe, lovely to see your face :D

I have a few questions, if you don't mind!

First, what are your thoughts on pineapple on pizza? Personally it's not for me, but I'm open to a differing opinions.

Next, is it true that you went to clown college? And if so, where can I find an application?

Lastly, do you or do you not know someone by the name of Gunther... just wondering.

-Dexter, a totally normal person

"Uh... thank you?"

Abe looks up from what he's working on, eyes narrowing as he listens.

"It's not for me, either, and I got better things to do than judge people for what they like." He sighs, sounding almost exasperated but trying to be polite. "Yes, I went to Clown College. Wanted to be in the circus, but then... I grew up, I guess. And... the name sounds familiar, but I don't think so. Maybe. I dunno."

#what is it? (asks)#totally normal dexter

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blurrymango · 1 year

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Blitz: "Ok what does everyone want on their pizzas?"

Ty: "No cheese."

Blitz: "Yes I know. Ffucking weirdo."

Apollo: "Chicken and peppers!"

Blitz: "And your opinion no longer matters- next."

Artimes: "Pineap-"

Blitz: "Absolutely not."

Sydel: "Onions?"

Blitz: "Ok finally someone who isn't insane."

Maria: "Bacon."

Natalie: "Ew no pork please. I say olives and salmon!"

Blitz: "Maybe and no."

CC: "Apples and bananas."

Blitz: "I love you but I would rather have pineapple because at least that makes sense."

Charlie: "Eggs and ham."

Blitz: "Oh I know for. A fact you're ffucking with me.

Lola: "Curry powder!"

Blitz: "Excuse me??? How???"

Nova: "Carrots and beetroot."

Blitz: "You can't be serious."

Sydel: "Ok what do you like on a pizza then, oh mighty decider of toppings."

Blitz: "French fries and mushrooms."

Sydel: "You're as weird as everyone else! Why can't they choose what they want as well!"

Blitz: "Because I don't have enough money to get everyone their own pizza and I was just planning on getting a shit ton of cheesy bread, like 10 pounds of cheesy bread. I only asked because I wanted the chance to judge all of you."

Sydel: "Alright. Well unlike you I happen to have enough money to pay so everyone gets their own hellish large pizzas!"

This has been an excuse to think of weird pizzas.

#mango man speaks #oc shit

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mcfallen-god · 3 months

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tagged by @zaegreus💜 (miss talking with you, I should come bother you more and thanks for the tag, I love these stuffs, I'm just hellishly slow)

last song/album: I'm lately going through many mood-vibe types of playlist (mostly villains or green-nature-medievalcore playlist).

Last song song was probably Bad Feeling (Oompa Loompa) by Jagwar Twin, cool to vibe on. (Scratch this, 'cause suddenly wanted to listen to Toss A Coin to Your Witcher, by Joey Batey, aka Jaskier in The Witcher.)

favorite color: Green and purple are the base, but I love everything on the shade from green to blue and from purple to blue, I like pale colors and dark colors more than bring ones (pale pink and dark green for exemple).

sweet, spicy or savory: Sweet, spicy AND savory together. Like a good bao with sriracha sauce or wasabi and sweet soy sauce or a bag of chips, choco-biscuits and sriracha, or pineapple pizza with sriracha- How dare you judge me???

last tv show: Lately I had a "medical show" craving, rewatched Dr House and gave a try to Grey's Anatomy, but those are just the show running on background as I do stuff. Real show I watched were Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss 💜

last film: Damn, sounds like years since I watched a movie... I need to check- Maybe it was Jennifer's Body...?

last thing i looked up online: uh..? I think it was 'Dark Academia' for my thesis research...

relationship status: I'd say I am a lucky one. I think there's many ways of love in a life, and I am blessed with two healthy and sincere kinds of love.

current obsession: Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, kinda, but mostly Baldur's Gate 3 and DnD universe. I also try to connect again to my thesis theme (Dark Academia) and more largely, I find the creative inspiration again, drawing and painting again and more often, feeling good enough about it to share it. It makes me very happy. I don't know ppl to tag so, see this? please yourself, I am curious to know ppl

#yeey #a tag

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a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin · 4 months

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Pizza and Coffee

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Pidge/Lance

Tags: Fluff, Pizza Delivery AU, Coffee Shop AU, short fic, Lance is smitten, Bisexual Lance, don't judge me for the crap quality- I wrote this like 4 years ago

Wordcount: 1.1k

"Send your cutest delivery driver."

And it wasn't even Lance that asked.

Hunk did it for him.

Cross-posted from my Ao3 account.

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On a busy street in Chicago, Lance entered the second most popular Starbucks in the city. Throwing his apron on and washing his hands, he spotted his coworker Hunk.

“Morning,” Lance smiled.

“Morning, Lance,” Hunk replied, “Ready for work?”

“Always,” Lance laughed and dried his hands. “Just let me punch in.”

“You mean you don’t want to work for free?” Hunk joked.

“Nope.”

Lance punched in his code and set to work. He spun around and grabbed the cup, glancing down at the name.

“Flat white for Jared,” he called and put the cup on the pickup counter.

A guy snagged it within seconds and was out the door. It was a busy Monday Lance spun back and forth, grabbing drinks and ringing people up. He enjoyed his job here at Starbucks.

“Vanilla bean Crème with strawberry puree for… Pidge?” he called, pausing to be sure he got the name right.

It seemed to be right, because a honey-haired boy approached the counter and gingerly picked it up.

“Thanks,” he said and offered a small smile.

How cute, Lance thought.

“Enjoy!” Lance called. That drink looks good. I’ll have to get it sometime.

“Thanks,” he waved on his way out.

Hunk gave him a pointed look.

“What?”

“He was cute,” he poked Lance.

“Yeah, I know,” Lance waved him away and grabbed an empty cup to start on its order.

“And?”

“And he probably won’t be back. You can’t just try to hook me up with every cute customer that comes in.”

“I can try,” Hunk shrugged, “You’re due for a boyfriend at some point. Or girlfriend.”

“After my last girlfriend, I think I’ll pass,” Lance shrugged.

“Yeah, Nyma was pretty rough,” Hunk nodded. “That’s what you get when you date a model though.”

Lance thought back to his last relationship. Nyma had been controlling and harsh. He would have left her except that he thought she actually cared about him. Now he saw that she was just using him for cash. He’d been a very giving boyfriend; always buying her whatever she wanted.

“Ooh, hey Lance!” Hunk elbowed his friend. “Check out that guy!”

Lance glanced up to see a tall, thick-haired man. He ordered a black coffee.

“Ew, no,” Lance whispered, “He drinks his coffee black.”

“You can’t judge people based on their drinks,” Hunk said, exasperated.

“I can and I will,” Lance said filling the cup with plain coffee.

“Your loss,” Hunk shrugged.

Lance’s eight-hour shift came to an end at four.

“You still planning on coming over tonight?” Lance asked Hunk.

“Yeah, Shiro and the others are coming still, right?”

“Yep,” Lance confirmed, “The gang will be there. We’re ordering pizza.”

“I can bring soda if you want,” Hunk offered.

“That would be great,” Lance said. “I’ll see you at six then.”

“See you then!”

Two hours later Lance was welcoming his friend into his apartment.

“The others just got here, so we can order the pizza now,” he said.

“Great. I vote pineapple,” Hunk said.

“That’s my man!” Lance slapped his back and grinned. “What do you guys want?”

Allura, Shiro, and Keith sat in the living room.

“I want pepperoni," Keith said.

“Any other preferences?” Lance asked.

“I’m good with pepperoni,” Shiro nodded.

“If you don’t mind I’d like sausage,” Allura piped up.

“So a large half sausage, half pineapple and ham, and a large pepperoni. Gotcha,” Lance whipped out his phone, “Be quiet while I order.”

“Really?” Keith frowned, “You’re the loud one.”

“Listen here mullet,” Lance pulled the phone away from his ear, “The only reason you’re here is because of Shiro.”

“Hey guys, c’mon, don’t fight,” Shiro held his hands up, “This is supposed to be a fun game night.”

“It would be fun if it wasn’t for Lance being so annoying,” Keith muttered.

Lance stuck his tongue out, and brushed it off.

Everyone was quiet while he ordered the food.

“Is that all for tonight?” the voice asked.

Hunk grabbed the phone out of Lance’s hands.

“And send your cutest delivery driver,” he instructed.

Lance reached out to snatch the phone back, but Hunk finished the call.

“Really Hunk?” Lance crossed his arms and sighed.

“I think its funny,” Keith shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips.

Lance huffed as everyone began to talk. Shiro and Allura discussed business (they ran a company which produced whole foods), and Hunk and Lance swapped work stories and Keith commentated. A little over an hour later the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Lance stood and reached in his pocket for the wad of cash he had.

Keith and Hunk snickered as Lance opened the front door.

Standing out front, a whole head shorter than Lance, was the boy from earlier. He just stood and stared as the boy pulled pizzas out of the warming bag. He was clothed in a baggy sweatshirt, but Lance could tell he was slender. His skin was several shades lighter than Lance’s, and his eyes were a caramel to match his hair. Lance wanted to touch it and see how soft it was.

“I’ve got a half sausage, half ham and pineapple, and a pepperoni for a Lance?”

He looked up, balancing both pizzas on one arm and held them out. Lance snapped out of his daze.

“Y-yeah,” he fumbled with the cash.

Hunk came up behind him and peered over his shoulder.

“Wait, isn’t that the guy from earlier?” he said loud enough for the boy to hear.

Lance shoved his elbow into Hunk’s ribcage as he took the pizzas and handed them back.

“Were you at Starbucks earlier today?” Hunk continued, not letting up.

“Um… yeah.”

“Grande vanilla bean crème with strawberry puree,” Lance said without thinking, and then flushed. “Sorry, it’s a habit.”

“That… that’s okay,” he replied. “Um, your total is twenty-eight fifty-seven.”

Lance handed the whole wad of cash to the boy. He glanced at it a moment.

“Do you need change?”

“N-no, you can have it all as a tip,” Lance stammered.

“After all, they did send their cutest delivery boy,” Hunk laughed and nudged Lance.

Lance flushed. The boy looked confused.

“Wait,” he looked down at the receipt. “Those assholes… that’s why they wanted me to take this one.”

“You mean you didn’t know?” Hunk asked, surprised.

“No,” he shifted uncomfortably.

“Well, you’re definitely cute, isn’t he, Lance?” Hunk looked pointedly at his friend.

“Y-yeah, definitely super h-I mean cute,” Lance rubbed the back of his neck.

“Th-thanks,” he shoved the cash into his pocket and held the delivery bag in front of him.

“Pidge, right?” Lance asked, hoping to continue the conversation.

“Yeah…”

“Um… can I…” Lance fiddled with the receipt he’d been given. He grabbed a pen from the table next to the door and scribbled something on it. “I hope you don’t mind…”

The boy took the piece of paper and looked at it.

“Uh, I’m flattered, but~”

Lance deflated.

“I’m a girl.”

#voltron #pidge gunderson #lance mcclain #fluff #fluff fic #one shot

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quizlyco · 5 months

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Is your palate more selective than a food critic at a Michelin-starred restaurant? Does the thought of trying new foods send shivers down your spine, or do you have a secret handshake with the delivery guy because they know your order by heart? Well, my fellow culinary adventurers (or lack thereof), you've stumbled upon the Picky Eater Test – a gastronomic odyssey designed to unravel the mysteries of your taste buds. Whether you're the kind of person who asks for "no pickles" but still inspects your burger like a detective on a crime scene or you proudly declare, "I don't eat anything that ends in -oli," this quiz is your passport to the exclusive club of discerning diners. So, tighten your taste bud seatbelts, and let's embark on a journey through the world of flavors, textures, and the occasional food-related existential crisis. Brace yourself – this might just be the most crucial decision you make after choosing your last pizza topping!

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#fussyeaters #food #picky eater #foodie #foodporn #foodpics #yummy food

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starcchild · 6 months

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✏️✏️✏️✏️ + Harley, Peter, and Morgan

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Morgan: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos. Harley: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard. Carter: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos? Peter: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

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Carter: Alright, what pizza toppings should we order? Morgan: Anchovies and pineapple. Peter: I like beets! Harley: Have you guys ever had a cheese-less pizza? Carter: I’m disowning all of you.

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Morgan: I reserve the right to judge a movie based on when it was made, thank you very much. Harley: You consider anything made before 2000 old and bad. Morgan: And I reserve that right! After all.... Morgan: I bet you wouldn’t like the average movie made in 1879! Harley: There were no movies made in 1879. Morgan: *slams table* WRONG! There was ONE movie made in 1879! The first movie! A zoopraxioscope of a horse galloping! Peter: Oooh! Let’s go ask Carter if they saw it in theatres!

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Harley and Peter: *making loud, shouty gorilla sounds at each other* Carter: Morgan, exasperatedly: We have a guest.

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Morgan: *Gasp* Carter: wHAT?? Morgan: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish? Carter: *inhales* Peter, in another room with Harley: Why can I hear screeching?

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Carter: Ducks are better than rabbits. Harley: What? Rabbits are adorable. Have you ever been in a fight with a duck? Ducks are jerks. Morgan: Duck is delicious! Rabbit is all gamey. Harley: We’re not talking about flavour, Morgan! Morgan: Flavour counts! Harley: Who carries around a duck’s foot for good luck? Anyone? Peter: You wrap yourself in a comforter stuffed with rabbit hair. I’ll wrap myself in a comforter stuffed with duck feathers! Who’s cozier? Harley: Okay, but- Peter: NO, NO, NO, NO. WHO’S COZIER? Morgan: Then why don’t we take a rabbit, a duck, stick ‘em in a cardboard box and let them fight it out! Harley: BECAUSE IT’S ILLEGAL, MORGAN! Morgan: ONLY IF WE BET ON IT, HARLEY! Carter: I- Jesus-

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Harley: How do Peter and Morgan usually get out of these messes? Carter: They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.

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Carter: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely. Harley, Morgan, & Peter: Okay. Carter: If you don't want to die, give me all your money. Harley: Bold of you to assume I have money. Morgan: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die. Peter: Bold of you to assume I can die.

#asks #incorrect quotes

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a-specandother · 4 years

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You know what I see a lot? Gatekeeping, especially from older generations to younger ones. Like, if I'm playing an older song on YouTube I'll see stuff in the comments like, "This is so much better than modern day trash!!" and if I'm watching something from an old kids show for them nostalgic feels I see stuff like, "BACK WHEN KIDS SHOWS WERE GOOD AMIRITE??" and it's like... A lot of shows I grew up with were Disney Channel movies and stuff with low effort and budget. I still enjoy them, but they weren't better than what's on today. If anything, there are a lot of shows today that are so much higher in quality.

And even if it's not from one generation to another, it's always some sort of comparison to someone else. Like, "This is so much better than stupid pop music." Just stop. It's not a competition. Like what you want to like, but don't shame anyone else. Don't pretend to be the king so you can force people to respect you.

#gatekeeping #if you like pineapple on your pizza I don't judge #just be yourself #just be respectful #just be nice

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samsspambox · 2 years

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tears of themis boys as dumb shit my friends and i have said

because i went out with my friends to day and out of context that shit was funny

context: this was a hs project that involved cutting balsa wood sticks with box cutters and exacto knives

luke, getting cut on accident: ow!

marius: oh shit, that's a lot of blood

luke: oh i'm fine. this is fine. i can keep going i just need a bandaid.

marius: no dude that's a deep cut! you're gonna need stitches!

luke, scoffing: i don't need stitches!

later that night in chat

artem: hey luke? i didn't see you all day? marius said you went to the hospital??!

luke: i did indeed. i got stitches.

marius: "i dOn’t nEed sTitChEs" my ass

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vyn to marius: look, i don't judge you about liking ketchup but i'm not to the point of sucking on a ketchup packet

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artem, about the filling of his pumpkin pie: it's a little dark, don't you think?

luke, who was not paying attention bc marius was showing him cookie run: that's racist

vyn: ah yes, racism in pies. good cook book tittle

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marius: so you don't like pineapple on pizza?

vyn: no it leaves this... weird sensation in my mouth. maybe it's the pineapple acids trying to each me back

artem: or maybe you're just allergic

vyn: you know what? that would explain it.

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marius showing luke a picture of rosa: can i interest you in my new religion?

luke, taking the phone away from marius: i'm probably gonna block you out and stare at the picture but go off bro

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luke: god that was really good but now i'm very full

artem: hi full im dad

marius: and this is why you don't have a partner

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luke: listen, all i need to do is saunter over to the business division and look for someone with daddy issues and i'll probably be set for life

aaron: glad to know you have your priorities in order

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marius: i think i have a type

vyn: no marius, 2D people are not your type

marius: ...well fuck you too

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artem, driving: you know what? there's this invention called the turn signal! fucking USE IT

luke: seeing you road rage is so fun.

#tears of themis #incorrect tears of themis #artem wing #luke pearce #marius von hagen #zuo ran #vyn richter #xia yan #lu jinghe #mo yi #talks from the spambox #my friend and i are comedic geniuses

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goofyhoffy · 2 years

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DESTINY ♡

When your whole world revolves around one boy, but destiny sets you with a unexpectedly expected man.

♡ Pairing: Yoongi × reader ft. Jimin

♡ Genre: brother's friend, only old crush, heartbreak, college oc au.

♡ Summary: you're over him, a new world sets in front of you. But the heartbreak you both got at the same time is not what you have had thought of. It must be the destiny to set you with your only old crush Yoongi. But still you ain't prepared for the third heartbreak in a row, what if he breaks your heart again?

♡ Warnings: fluff, mild smut, angst, heartbreak, like flooded with tears, oc is so sweet, confusion, misunderstanding, crush , breakup, traitor, betrayal, brother's bestfriend, roommate, college oc, angst shower smut, smokey, dirty talk, seokjin is oc's brother, he's a dick, yoongi is a Heartbreaker, jimin is also a dick, expectations ruined, one-shot.

♡ Word limit : 6.5k

♡ Author's note : besties, here's the new fic of Yoongi. Spare sometime of your to read this piece of beauty and let me know if you guys need a part 2 and how much you loved it. Kindly apologizing for not editing it cause it's already so late. Remember I always love you <3

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"I'm done with you, dude." You screamed at your brother and ran into your room. You have been mad at your brother since so long. You both never get along. Fights, quarrelling and being mad at each other is both of your favourite things. You never want to live with your brother during your college years but only for the sake of your parents you were there sharing apartments with your brother. If you get any chance you would change your apartment.

"Stop overreacting, I'll be home till night. Enjoy yourself." Your brother said slamming your door. He was never in the house, always out there having fun with girls, alcohol and money. This is what he called life and you totally were different from him. You're more conserved, introverted and only allow certain people in your life. But here you're happy that atleast the whole house is yours now. You can watch Disney weird fantasy movies or eat pineapple pizza without being judged. At night after he left for partying you ordered a big size pizza and started watching the saddest movies to cry.

At the mean time of your crying session, you heard a ding bell sound at the doorstep. It's almost two at the morning and you were confused who's now. But at your surprise it's you brother walking inside the house with one more person just like him. You saw him, but he was head down walking inside but you guessed it right. In the black jacket it was Min Yoongi. Your brother's friend or kind of used to be classmate. You have been seeing him from the starting years of college. And now you're almost at the end of the year. The person right before seems sad and num. But it was not a surprising thing cause everytime you meet Yoongi he looks so sad and calm. No emotions can be read from his expression.

"I guess you're too early to come home!" You glared at your brother who settled himself at the couch, beside him Yoongi takes his sit.

"None of your business, girl. And why are you up this late, huh? Again watching your weird fantasy movies." Your brother hummed.

"Yo, bitch. Don't interfere in my life. Just go, I'm in the middle of something." You ranted.

"Y/n language! Haven't you seen Yoongi sitting right here? A guest is in the house and you're talking to me like this?" Your brother glared. Yoongi just scoffs still head down.

"Let me clear this to you. Yoongi's girlfriend kicked him out of there shared apartment. So, for few days or weeks he'll be here with us until or unless there fight get resolved." He said.

"None of my business though." You rolled your eyes still focussing on the television screen.

Yoongi in his deep voice "we soon gonna be together again. Thanks Seokjin for giving me shelter." Both of the boys then straight up walked into the rooms and you were there ending the last scenes.

From the starting years living with your brother Seokjin, you always met with all his friends. Yoongi was also one of them. But he was the one whom you talked the most in his group circle. Yoongi seems so calm and intelligent to your eyes. He was also a good listener while a great adviser. You both added each other in every social media platforms you were present. You almost talked with him daily the past years. But the sudden change that developed in him was still unknown to you. You didn't get what ghosted him but this past few months he randomly stopped talking to you. No in person talks, no messages or neither calls. He even blocked you from all his social medias. You thought he was mad at you for something but you never get it for what. You tried asking him what's the matter of not talking or having no contact with you randomly. But he never answered it in a right way. Neither did you exaggerated the matter. As told you were very picky about the people in your life. If somebody don't want to have contact with you then it's his loss. You're always there to help anyone and everyone you know.

The very next day, you were excited to meet with your new crush Jimin. He's new to your campus for few months and you both became good friends with eachother. He seems so cool to your eyes. Never did you think of dating anyone from your college but if it's about Jimin then you can't say no to it. He's kind and fun guy to goof around. But the thing that make your heart flutter was his flirty side. The way he acts like he's in love with you with all his picky lines on you. You can't denied that you liked it, really every much. Your heart always pound whenever he goes all flirty with you. But you also can't deny the fact that he seems flirty with all the other girls in the campus. Kind of like the new fuck boy in the college. Sad for you that at last you did fall for the flirty kid.

" Jimin! How's your day going bub?" You yelled at Jimin who was standing there flirting with some other girls.

"Y/n beautiful! You're becoming more beautiful day by day." Jimin walk up to and said.

"Ahh you boy! Shut up. Any plan for this weekends?" You asked.

"As you know our college last year gonna end in this month. So, I'm quite busy." Jimin sighed.

"Yeah, but I'm excited for our graduation day. But Jimin I'm gonna confess something before our graduation day to you." You whispered in his ears.

"Oh-okay. What's it about can I ask?" Jimin hesitantly said.

"Meet me at the basket ball court at evening in this weekend. Okay?" You excitedly said.

"I-i will be there. But if anything necessary then you can tell me now." Jimin asked.

"Patience Jimin. Don't forget to come." You winked at him and walk straight up to your house.

You were really happy that finally after taking a whole one year you now gonna confess to Jimin. Your heart saying that he gonna accept you but your brain already shown you some red flags. But you just ignored it. After denying for so long, now your feelings for him was strong and directive. You can sense it. Before the end of the graduation day you decide to confess the feelings. As you believe in 'if you like someone, let them know how you feel for them' philosophy.

You open the door of your living room, at your surprise a whole shirtless Yoongi was sitting at the couch watching his favourite football. His dark strands of hair was wet and a towel was hanging at his shoulders. The track pants which he was wearing was quite unrecognisable as the only thing you concentrated was on his pale smooth white skin. You can't deny his beauty. He was unknowingly beautiful. His cheek bones, cat eyes and gummy smile. At the sound of the door he quickly trail his eyes on you.

You screamed "dress up, you naked man."

Yoongi just rolled his eyes on you and put on his shirt and said "I'm not even naked. Haven't you seen a shirtless man before?"

"S-sorry sir! But I'm not habituated to see a whole naked man in my house everyday." You hesitantly exaggerated your words and sit at the corner couch.

"Then get habituated." He said with a straight face almost focused on the sports.

You don't seem to reply at his last words. Your eyes trail down to find your brother, who was nowhere in the house. You already figured it out again that he had gone to somewhere as most of the time he was not home when you came back from college.

"Have you seen my brother?" You asked Yoongi.

"I don't know might me out of the home." Yoongi said. Your inner brain was screaming that you also know that when Seokjin was not at home he was probably out of the house. You sighed at his words.

Hearing your frustrated sound, Yoongi looked at you and goes like "you can watch now, I'm good at the room." And he get up from the couch and walked towards the room.

"hey! Yaa! Stop, you can watch. I'm not frustrated because of you. Come here." You yelled at him.

Yoongi calmly come and sit at the exact spot. You were constantly looking at him but he say no to eye contact. With his baby eyes he was looking at the screen. The surrounding filled with the whistle of football match. You don't know what to say to him. You were still thinking of starting a conversation but you don't know how. But you want to ask that person beside you that why he was ignoring the hell out of you. You missed him, you accepted. Before even catching those feelings we cuts you off. You already added him in your good relationship bucket list. But he tend to follow the opposite both. Your eyes are kind of stuck at him without even realising.

Yoongi scoffs "you can stop staring. I'm feeling uncomfortable."

His deep voice fetch you to the reality and you stumbled "umm.. i-i was just. S-sorry, can we talk?"

For the first time Yoongi's eyes lands on you. You both made an eye contact for mili second until or unless Yoongi broke it. He goes "for what? I think I should go."

"This is what I'm talking. Why did you just cut me off from your life, Yoongi. I mean what's happened suddenly you stop talking to me?" You sighed.

"Is I'm not talking to you now?" Yoongi glared at you.

"You also know what I'm talking. You blocked me from every social media handles. Even you didn't replied my texts. Why are you mad at me, Yoongi?" You said with a worried face.

"I was quite distrub from the past months. Might be because of that. We're good." Yoongi cleared it.

"No, we ain't. The past months you only ignored me. I saw you attending each and every party. And you're looking quite happy at that time" Your voice raised.

"Tell me, why you want to talk to me? Why you need me? Why you can't resist me? Is you're feeling for me? Do you wanna have something with me?" Yoongi screamed some unusual questions which you never thought of.

The question stuck to your head. When he asked you all this, you also questioned yourself. Why actually you want to talk to him. You realise you're expecting something from. But it was also right your heart carries some part of love for him at that time might be now too. But the way Yoongi yelled at you, you're expecting that.

"Min, are you okay? Is everything good? I know you and your girlfriend have a fight going on and I know how you feel. But that doesn't mean you would shout at me like that." You sighed.

"No, I'm not okay, y/n. I don't know what's happening. I can't understand my feelings right now. My girlfriend is cheating on me at one hand and at another my feelings are growing for someone else. It feels like I'm cheating. But I ain't a cheater, y/n." Yoongi broke down. His deep voice mixes with some tearing emotions but he tried hard to not express.

Yoongi feels like he was the cheater because of you. The truth is he really likes you. That he can't resist to talk to you. That whenever he saw you, he wants to wrap you around his body. Even when he have a girlfriend, you filled him with joy. Even having someone to love, he need you to be in love. You make him go crazy. But he knows it's all wrong. That catching feelings for someone else instead of having a girlfriend is wrong. So, the best solution he found was to cut you off. Only for this reason he stopped talking to you. You feels like a complete stranger to him.

Still it didn't work. At the times he talked to you he always stay happy and focussed but after cutting you off he seems sad most of the time. Also he feels so frustrating at times and fight with anyone and everyone he saw. That's also a reason that after stop talking to you he and his girlfriend have fight most of the time. And after a long series of fighting and quarrelling with each other, his relationship becomes toxic as hell. He wants to scape out of the place. So, he did. But destiny have different plans, after pushing you so far. Atlast he came back at your arms only. Now, he was sitting beside you. You're trying your best to confront him.

"Min, calm down. I'm here. I'll not abandoned you. Tell me everything." You quitely whispered in his ears while talking his hands on yours. His cold hands fit yours and it felt good.

"Thanks y/n. Sorry for everything I did to you. I'm the worst. I broke your heart and I also cheated on my girlfriend. Even though I know she was cheating on me since so long." Yoongi calmly put his each word.

"No, you're best. She's cheating on you first. And feeling for someone else doesn't make you cheater, Min." You confronted him.

"You don't understand. Right now in my life, I want somebody to hold be tight, to love me like I do and to protect me. No one in this earth loves me." Yoongi frustrated and smack the pillow beside him.

You can't hold how sad and frustrated he was that time. You never have seen him in like. He was broke, totally broke. You glanced at him and hugged his huge posture which was unstable. But with presence of your hugging body it get calm and the huge body turns down to small. He completely fitted between your arms. You patted his back, he didn't argued to back off from the hug neither did he hold you back. You were just there holding him and confronting him. Seeing him like this you also got broke.

"I'm here, Yoongi. See, I'm holding you, loving you and even confronting you. Don't even say those words. I care for you." You said calmly still holding him in your arms like a baby.

His cologne smells like you're in a mountain and forest. With each time going you like wrapped him around. He quietly sitting like a baby.

"Remember if the relationship is getting toxic, calls it a off. And if you like someone else and your feelings are genuine then let the person know it. Tell her that how much you feel for her. I know you will." You geniunely said. He back off from your hug and nodded it a yes.

"And what if the person seems so close to me that knowing I like her, she'll be surprised. And she also broke my heart." Yoongi asked.

"I promise she'll not. Just be brave and tell her your feelings. Not all people are heartbreaker like you." You giggled to calm the situation down.

"You aren't a heart break, huh?" Yoongi asked and you laughed at him.

As the atmosphere becomes a little lighter Seokjin your brother walks inside the room. Unknowingly you were around Yoongi's arms and he was half heartedly hugging you. As your brother entered you both sit apart acting like nothing happens.

You glared at him and shouted "where were you brat?"

Seokjiin narrowed his eyes "language! You don't need to know that. But let me tell you, for the rest of this week days you have to be alone as I'm leaving for a business trip."

You excitedly said "really? Thank god! I'll have my alone time now." You love to be alone and as said you hated your nosy brother.

Seokjiin frowned "hold on girl! Don't ever dare to think of bringing your boyfriend Jimin at this house."

He then looked at Yoongi and goes "Min, can you please have an eye on my little sister. Don't let her bring any boy." Yoongi nodded but with a confusing face.

The last time your brother was not home, you bring Jimin and some of his other friends in your house. And to be honest it was a disaster. Next day your house smells like a pond of alcohol and smoking junction. Unfortunately your brother comes home at the wrong time and see all of those. He even saw how Jimin flirted with you and from then onwards he hated him.

You yelled "he isn't my boyfriend." But you slowly whispered to yourself "but he'll be soon."

"It's better if he's not. That boy is a dick. If you ran around him like that he surely gonna break your heart. Cut him off from your life." Seokjiin said as packing his stuff.

"None of your buisness, brat. Have fun weekends. Me and Yoongi will also have fun." You laughed devilishly.

Seokjiin moved all his clothes and necessary things in his suitcase and you say a bye to him. Well, sometimes you love your brother in real. But most of the time you hate him because of him being correct always. As for now, he already predicted that Jimin gonna broke your heart but you know Jimin really very well. He's a sweetheart in your eyes who is so soft to broke anyone's heart. This time you gonna prove your brother wrong by confessing Jimin. Your guts were telling you that your doing something right and should go on.

You two were alone in a house full of rooms. But it didn't feel different as Yoongi entered in his room as soon as Seokjin left and you all visited your room to complete graduation studys. You were quite pressurized for the day but happy that you gonna confess to Jimin tomorrow. A perfect proposal you dreamt of . Long basketball court where you and he will be standing all alone and some butterflies kicking in your stomach.

Here Yoongi in his room ingrossed into his long fluffy blanket. His mind was full of you. He can't stop thinking about you. All he need is you and you. His heart was playing some sort of games to go in your room and kiss your lips. When you were hugging me in the couch his eyes were constantly trailing down to your lips. He can't resist his desire to kiss on that peach soft lips that taste like berries. He already know how you'll taste. Your fragrance, soft skin, long finger, smooth hairs drives him crazy. It's not like he was attracted to you for the first time . Whenever you come nearer to him, he can sense his hormones bobbing out of his nerves. He liked you, he knows. The only thing that stopping him was his bothered self. He wasn't sure if you also feel the same, but he knows you feel the exact same. Without resisting his desires he got straight up from the bed and walk up to yours.

You were strolling down your eyes within the gigantic piles of pages right before you. He peep through the door to see your face. Your hair strands lacking his view and your frustrated face increases his rage. He liked you, he can't see you like this. He does a sigh sound closing his eyes, which shifted your attention. You were no longer interested in your books but the person peeping you through the door interests you more.

You calmly open the door and whispered in his hear "do you need something, Yoongi?"

He got shuttered to your cat voice and stumbled "umm.. y-no. Actually you look so frustrated!"

You does a small laugh and said "graduation studies! It's frustrating."

He nodded his head looking at the floor and then said "if you're okay, then we can watch some movies?"

You frowned your eyes in a playful manner "i can't say no to you but -"

Yoongi intreuppted you "no buts. Living room in 10." He turned to his room.

You chuckled on his cuteness. Well, if Jimin didn't entered your life then Yoongi have been the one you would die on. You liked him from the every first of your college days. You haven't met anyone as calm and as loyal as him. But presence of his girlfriend broke you down. You don't want to interfere in his relationship. But as for now, he was in a verge of breaking up with his girlfriend. If you still have that active Yoongi loving bone in your body then you would have said everything to him. But fate have different plans.

The couch was cozy, the room was dark with various beam of light from television echoes. Freash buttery popcorn lined by your side. You were half lying on the couch beside Yoongi who was calmly looking at the movie you choosed. For sure you have your own romantic taste in movies. And he can't say no to you. You were stealing some glance of him in the name of watching movie. He's ethereal. You again felt the same butterflies when you used to talk to him. Again the feelings were kicking your stomach. You are liking it. Your sudden urge to touch him filled your heart but your mind keep debating about Jimin.

"Yoongi!" Your soft voice echoes the background.

He looked at you but his eyes were on your peack lips "umm...?"

"Are you liking this movie? If not then we can change it." You hesitantly said.

"Loving it so far. Romance is never my thing but you made it mine now." Yoongi softly chuckled again stick his eyes to the screen. But the one thing you don't know that his focus never shifted from you. He also sees how badly you want him but no one makes a move.

"Can you pass me the blanket, Min?" You again grapped his attention. He gently took the blanket and cover your legs and torso. You both were just centimetres away. You shifted a little close to him to feel the heat. He smiled at you.

"Thanks, Min. You want the blanket?" You asked nervously. Without any hesitation he unfold the whole blanket and cover both you. You gently smiled at him. There was a big silence echoing your heart. You want to make the move to kiss him, to touch him and to play with his hairs. And that was when stopped when you actually did while there was a kissing scene going on .

You gently grapped his thighs and rubbed it slowly. "It's cold here." You slowly yet seductively said.

"Umm! Yes!" He nodded and pressed his cold hands on your bare legs. He also does the same thing you did.

But soon his hands trail upward inside from your loose shorts. He's circling inside your inner things. His finger nails form a line in your inner thigh. You were loving that feeling. As soon as you put your hands out of his thighs, he makes a unsatisfied sound.

"Umm?" You looked at him innocently with a devilish thought. Both of your eyes met at once.

"Can I kiss you?" You hesitantly asked.

As soon as you ended the sentence his lips are already on your neck. This smooth lips does a great job in your bare neck area. He was gently kissing , devilishly sucking and you were pleasantly moaning his name. He kissed your collar bone and your pale skin turns to violet in seconds. He pressed you in the couch and lean over you. But you want his lips on yours.

The moment was made for Yoongi, he slowly takes his time to respond each and every moans of your. His lips were playing with your skin. Happily sucking each corner of your neck. Soon the realisation stuck him and he was now concentrating on your lips. Took a few times to glance at your lips while massaging your hair with one hand. He pressed his lips on your sharp jaw line. You were enjoying ever bit of it.

'Jimin' this name echoed in your brain. That few minutes you can't proceed, before you it was Yoongi but your heart his on Jimin's hand. You can't betray him like this. You have a deep feeling for him. You thought you were doing wrong, it was wrong. You can't sleep with anyone like this. The realisation make you push Yoongi so hard.

He was at a verge of kissing your lips but the sudden push was unexpected for him. He got shuttered and hold the other side of the couch. He looks at you in a awe. You were looking at him in a deep guilt. Your face was telling you that it was wrong.

"What's happened?" Yoongi innocently asked and came forward to you.

"Don't touch me! It's wrong." You yelled at him as you run towards your room.

You heard him shout at you for what's the matter or why you suddenly reacted like that as you're the one you wanted all of this. But blaming and treating him like that, he felt so miserable. He realised that you ain't the random hook up for only one night but he carries deep feeling for you. He should be sorry, he was wrong he accepted. But reacting like that was so astonishing for him.

Yoongi pushed your door and shouted for you. But there you were lying senselessly at your bed. Your face was pale and heart with a heavy weigh of guilt. You shouldn't act like a kid. You wanted all of that, you started it and not him. You were wrong, but you haven't the courage to tell him why you did that to him. Maybe tomorrow, you can tell him that Jimin was all over your head that time.

"Yoongi, can I explain this to you tomorrow. Please, leave me alone." You yelled at him across the door.

Yoongi sighed "sure, I also have something to explain you. I can wait." And he sadly walked at his room.

The whole night Yoongi's mind keep on thinking about you. He can't any more relay his feelings to himself. He needs to tell you what he feels for you. That he don't think you as a one time hook up but a forever home. He decides to tell you his genuine feelings tomorrow as soon as you're good to talk to him.

Tomorrow arrives, your guilt was eaten you up badly. Without wasting your time you walked to Yoongi's room. You already prepared your words what you will tell him. That you like Jimin and that you can't break his trust. Also you should be sorry for the last night because you make a move first but you were also the same person who weirdly ran off without saying anything.

"Yoongi! Can we talk?" You said glancing at the floor that shows you felt guilty.

He was still on his bed half asleep, in his rapsy voice "are you okay?"

"Y-ye.. n-no. I'm not. I really felt so bad for last night." You stumbled.

"It's completely okay. Consent is more important than anything. But -" Yoongi got intreuppted by you.

"No, I want to do. I mean I'm sorry. There is a reason why I didn't want to have anything now with you." You slowly mumbled.

"I understand. I'm good, don't worry." Yoongi yawned. You felt everything goes back that it use to and you left for your college. But the midway of his room Yoongi called you again.

"Excuse me, if you're not in a hurry can I tell you something?" Yoongi was no more a half dead human but his tone shifted to seriousness.

"Sure, anything important?"

"Well, let's have a sit. It's important for me." You sat at the edge of his bed.

"Oh! You okay?"

"Something is really eating me up, I don't know how to tell you but I think I really feel attached to you. You does feel home. Always I think about you. You keep buzzing inside my head. I feel for you... Deeply." Yoongi patiencely confronted everything. His eyes were glancing at your bracelet as he is bad at making eye contact.

Your eyes were no longer want to hide but you without blinking looked at his pale fluffy face. He like you, he mean he really feel for you, in real. The topsy turvey land appears infront of you. Just right now, you were going to confront to Jimin about his feelings and before that someone else did to you. The heart inside knows that Yoongi never jokes around, he say what he feels. But he still didn't broke up with his girlfriend and what about those days when he completely cuts you off. You remembered all of this.

"Oh! I-i ... Are you serious? You never even want to talk to me. You ignored me, remember?" You ranted angrily.

"Yes, I do ignore you but you know what's the reason? I feel attracted to you, I can't resist to talk to you, I always think about you and your little things hurts me easily. But I don't want to cheat on my ex girlfriend so I simply say a goodbye. Though after all these months you can see where I'm!" Yoongi put over his point nonchalantly.

"Ah! Yoongi? You did all these because of some unfelt feelings! At last you need to tell me. But this is too late. I already feel for someone else." You nervously ended your words.

"I understand but don't you also feel the same way at some point? Don't you also feel attracted towards me?" He passionately glance at you, his high voice pitch echoes all through his room.

"What if I used to do? Now, things are changed." You screamed.

"Nothing changed. You still have feelings for me. Or else you would not want to fuck me!" The total atmosphere shifted into a peeaceful procession. Yoongi ranted the words which are harsh and real. You do feel the same way he does, but what about Jimin. God have a sinful duty to only designated single soulmate to oneself. You feel for true and you ain't a traitor.

"Don't you also? What are you doing at your so called friends house cause your girlfriend kick you out. And middle of your break up you're hitting on your friend's sister. Also trying your level best to make her fall for you." You calmly stated. But your neurons are burning inside.

"And she's falling for me? Isn't she?" Yoongi in the heat of the debate flirtatiously walked up to you.

"Yes, she did. But I know I'm not a traitor like you. Now fuck off. Also today I'm gonna confess to Jimin. Pray that he also likes me. Now, good bye." You pushed Yoongi out of your sight and walk up to the main door.

"May Jimin and you never meet again." Yoongi chuckled at his words. You only rolled your eyes and left for college.

Fall of the darkness after a heavy heart break take lots of sadness. That numb cold weather with a wreaking heart gives shivering pain in your wholesome heart. You didn't expected that, you never thought that but initially it happened. He said the most cruel words you never even thought he would know. You cried for the last time he did said 'goodbye' not with a smiling innocent face but with a smug showing he played with your feelings. The words ' I'd never even thought of you around my arms' was spitted by Jimin. He betrayed you. But the last line stuck to your soul 'do you think I would let you suck my dick, y/n? Haven't you seen yourself! You're a pity. Go find someone else to do this shit. Good bye' and he smirkingly ended your beautiful and hopefull day.

You cried under the dark and cold rainy evening. You just want to ran into your bed and cried for hours that you're wrong. The heavy rain drenched all your clothes and you. Without waiting for the bus you walked down all the street still numb and overthinking in your head. No one loves you right now, whom do you want to live for? Under the nature's water your own tears vanished.

It take no time to measure your home distance. You shut the door so loudly that you also got out of those painful thought. You are broke, your heart is. The pain has no bounds. The drenched clothes can't match your drenched soul. Already the winter rain is eating you up but you need more coldness to be out of this burning world. You cried loudly sitting at the couch. Hearing you Suga came and look a glance at you. He didn't said anything, just standing there quietly like observing your intentions. You felt his glance, you looked at his pale face with your small eyes. You wanted him to ask you about the pain you're feeling, about the situation you're in and about everything which breaks your heart. But you don't why your heart beating and wanting him to console you. You aren't about this side of yours. Your feelings are confused more than numb.

' Aren't you gonna ask me anything?' you screamed in your teary voice.

Suga smiled ' umm! I can see the rejection on your face.'

'shut the hell up. Everything happens because of you. I - I' you screamed but the ending of your sentences vanished on your heavy crying voice.

Suga walk up to you and sit beside you ' I understand everything. No need to cry this happens with everyone.'

' Suga, if you don't know how to console someone then it best to shut your pity mouth.' you aggressively pushed him away.

' Wow girl, is it so? In the morning you also broke my heart in the same way. You don't know how much I care for you, how much I need you now. But you! You just spit some cruel words and not even regretting. This is how you feel when someone broke your heart.' Suga bashed on you.

You look dumbfound. You're processing everything he said but you realized he ain't right. You need to correct him. 'Why'd you came in my life? Huh! I was so happy without talking to you after you stop talking. I do have feelings for you and you clearly know each and everything. You broke my heart first. And again when I'm finally good with a boy, you came back. You don't know how much you broke my feelings internally from a long time. And you're giving me this fucking reason?' you finished and ran to your room and lock yourself under the cold shower.

Suga just for a whole minute hear your words again. He can't processed that you liked him before even he does. And the fact that you still have feelings for him. His heart got flutter and a pound of sadness hugs his heart. He felt guilty of treating you like that. But he no more wants to be a heartbreaker. He wants to prove you that he loves you, a lot. And want to promise you that he ain't like those flirty brat to goof around. He's the sky of your earth that's permanent and no one else is allowed here.

He ran towards your room and screamed at the top of his lungs when he can't see you there 'y/n, I'm sorry!' You heard his voice but weeped under the shower. Your voice is enough to know where are you. He opened the door of the wash room and saw you under the shower with all your drenched clothes.

'Y/n, what's wrong? You will get cold.' he softly said and came towards the shower the knob.

'just get out, Suga. Leave me alone.' you screamed.

'calm down, let me turn the shower off.' he said softly as he lean towards you to turn it off.

You pushed him ' can't you hear me, leave me alone .You brat!'

Suga tilt a little but he pushed you against the shower wall and pinned you down ''shut up. I told you I'm here for you.' he said in his low cold voice which spend shiver down your spine. You both got drenched in that cold water. The shower is still on and you're numb by Suga's dominance.

You look at his fierce eyes and broke down 'I-I am hurt. I don't want anything.' He still pinned you down the wall.

He said 'You want me. Don't you?' and looked in your eyes.

You're feelings are peeping out and you can't withstand the man before you. The gorgeous, tall and broke man said enough to console your feelings. Your eyes can't resist those plum lips to kiss on. He's unknowingly hot and you accepted it. You tiptoed and kissed him while your tears are still all over your face.

Suga is deep down kissing you and your whole sad soul. You loved it, you geniunely did. The kiss was intense and passionate. His hands trail down to your head and lean you more to have a perfect kiss which he was imagining for years. Out of breath you broke the kiss and sighed. He himself lean down and put both of your forward together. You both heavily breathed and smiled at each other.

"Thanks." Suga calmly said.

You look at him with love in your eyes and "I'm not stopping with just a kiss. I'd been thinking about this for over years. Now, that you're here, I can't leave you. Just tell me you also carry that deep feelings for me."

He paused for a moment and complete silence surronds that freezing cold shower leaving you both a hot mess. You again think about doing something nonsense.

Suga take a deep breath " Y/n, I feel you're the one I have been loosing for years because you were always there for me to find you. But I never took initiative to find you. Please I really do li- like you. Do-dont ever leave me."

He stutters and hugged you so hard. The moment filled you with joy but often reality strikes everyone so hard. Under the shower, two humans both in love with eachother having a special moment yet the bang in door wakes both of you up.

Suga hesitantly look outside the shower door to look if anyone was there but again doorbell rang and to both of your surprises, it's Seokjin.

You are still figuring out if telling your brother about you and Suga is a good option.

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