#to be clear i dont mean strap game

[natjennie]

now i feel like i have to make a whole list and chart system to order the ghosts by dick game. what autism does to a motherfucker.

#to be clear i dont mean strap game #i mean dick game specifically bc all of the women would be at the top of the list #roxy makes a good point with the plagues but also #they all have syphilis so does that ruin it. #i dont know #anyway thomas is at the bottom of the list #that much is clear #bbc ghosts

[poppy-metal]

losing my mind over lap teasing w jordan. jordan li as an ass person. the lap dance submission is putting holes in my brain now i need movie night w the crew, you’ve taken your seat in her lap and fem!jordan just keeps her hands on your hips, forcing them back and forth, even sneaking a few bounces. you try and tell her to cut it out even though you can feel your panties sticking to your poor empty wet cunt, knowing that as soon as this room clears out, she’s gonna have you bent over, face mashed into the mattress while you clench around her fat strap. she’ll grip and squeeze your ass, watching the fat spill between her fingers. won’t be able to take her eyes off the recoil.

whines and cries and throws a fit

fem!daddy jordan :((( sitting in their lap all night nd getting more and more frustrated the longer you're not alone with them, you love the others, but you want to get fucked and they're clit blocking you. panties sticky as you shift around in jordans lap, empty pussy clenching whenever jordan squeezes your hips or bounces you on their knee. its kinda a game to them, seeing how long you last before you get so needy you cant even be social anymore. andre tries joking with you and you're bratty now, rolling your eyes at him and pouting. so cute. jordan is quick to kick everyone out then, "alright, losers, parties over. get the fuck out of my room."

n you'd be more embarrassed at the knowing look in everyones eyes and even the smirk on cates face if you weren't so goddamed wet between the legs. its not long after that you find yourself bent over, ass up, arms hugging your favorite plushie that you keep at jordans as they kiss up your arched back, fat strap pushing inside that needy cunt.

"fuck - you fucking take it so good. this what you wanted? daddy's fat cock in your pussy?"

you're already out of it. wet hole sucking their strap in as they pound into you from behind. you're backing up on it, the fat of your ass bouncing off their pelvis. still you manage to babble your assent, "yes - yes daddys cock in my pussy - wanted daddy's cockkkk - fuck, fuck, fuck. daddy!"

god, you're so hot like this this. just completely lost on their strap. mindless for it, body moving on instinct, to the point where they dont even need to fuck into you, because you're just fucking taking it. hungry pussy slamming back against their dick, and they just lean back, grip the bouncing globes of your ass and spread the cheeks - so they can look at the lewd fucking view of that juicy pussy speared open on them, impaling yourself up and down on it.

"that's it, baby. work that pussy on my dick - fuck you're so fucking hot. god, the way you back up on it - shit."

and hearing how much it affects them, even if the strap isn't their real cock, and it can't possibly feel as good for them as it does in masc!form - despite their multiple reassurances that it feels fucking amazing - you still need to hear it. need to know they enjoy it as much as you. so you look back at them as you start slammping your ass down even harder on the silicone cock, eyes big and doe like. bottom lip jutted out, "yeah? daddy likes it? daddy likes my pussy?"

you say it so high pitched and girly you nearly make them cum right there. their teeth dig into their bottom lip and they have to look up at the ceiling for a second to get their bearings, "jesus, fuck." - fingers digging into the fat of your waist as you dont let up, working your cunt on them as best you can. you take the time to admire how their chain bounces around their throat a little, the sway of those hot fucking tits - before they look back down and you see the shift in their expression. practically as feral as you now.

"fucking - c'mere." they come over you, their chest pressing down against your back, tits against your shoulders, and you feel their arms come under you, band around your waist. hunched over you almost, they dig their knees into the bed, getting balance and you know that means you're really fucking in for it, when they're bracing themselves like that. their hips drag back, thick strap sliding out of your cunt till just the fat head teases at your slick opening. "gonna fucking show you how much daddy likes this pussy-"

they slam inside - from then on its a proper pounding. you can do nothing but let your eyes roll back and let soundless screams fall past your lips as your little cunt is pummpled into the mattress. the wet slap of the base of the silcone meeting the juicy lips of your pussy fill the room, along with the shaking of the bedframe from the way they're using their braced knees as momentum to fuck you down into it. you doubt many men can fuck their wives as good as jordans fucking you right now with their strap.

"uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhh - da- d- daddyyyy-"

"yeahhhh - yeah. you love that big daddy dick in your little girl cunt - "

"uh huh uh huh uh huhhh."

"gonna fuckin' cum in you. gonna breed this pussy full with this fucking nut -"

because of course jordan has the kind of strap that cums. fuck, you're the luckiest girl in the world.

[yourtouchismidas]

Can you write smth about Matty shutting down sexist comments about his family? Like men will be praised for doing the bare minimum with their family while women are expected to do everything as their “job”?

yes ofc i love this idea.

so i think matty walks a line with how much he talks about his children, and you, in interviews. obviously there is a large part of him that wants to keep your privacy locked down, barely any details out there about you, to never be asked. but then there is another part, which wants to tell the whole world about you. to boast. to wax on. to tell funny stories about shay's games, or brag about valley's test scores, or post pictures of the twins chubby cheeks, or to talk about gigi starting a band with her friends. he picks and chooses very carefully and on top of that it is always a family decision. increasingly though, its been hard to keep you all under wraps, because of the sheer size of the family. fans bump into him in the street when he has a baby strapped to both sides of him. shay waves at people and chatters their ears off about "daddys band" until matty has to playfully put his hand over her mouth while the fans all coo at her. names are kept secret, full names at least, but the size of his family and the little army of mattys that follows him around now is a pretty well known fact. you also run a popular book shop in london, where the band have been known to play some secret pop up sessions, and have signed the doors in the toilets which you've then framed, so fans pilgrimage there and take photos with you too, if you're willing.

so when the radio interviewer asks matty, "you've just had some new additions to the family, haven't you?" he is comfortable enough to say, "yes. i have. my twins."

"big family now huh? was that always the plan?"

"oh god no," matty chuckles. "i always wanted kids. but the how and the when and the erm volume of them just kind of happened. love them. they're the best. hi girls if you're listening. they aren't. by the way. they've got better things to do apparently."

the dj laughs. "i'm sure you're a great father. and having a dad in a band that must be pretty cool."

"erm, again, i dont think they really care. like i know to you lot, i mean to some people, im like matty healy oh my god, matty healy from the 1975 but to my daughter's i'm just dad. or if you're my eldest, you call me matty as well."

"does she really?"

"uh huh," he says, "or matthew. dead cute. it's dead cute."

"and how are you finding being on tour without them? does it get hard?"

"of course," matty smiles, starting to get nervous about how long he is lingering on the girls. he knows jamie has briefed them, but maybe not hammered it home enough. "we make it work though."

"must be hard for them to be away from you. and for your wife too."

matty clears his throat, "like i said, we make it work. everyone has a different life. this is ours. wouldn't change it."

"and is your song true?" the interviewer asks, "do you do the nappies?"

matty laughs again, more comfortable. music. talking about music.

"yeah," he says, "of course i do."

"your wife is a lucky woman. to have a hands on dad like you then. she must love it when you're home to babysit."

"babysit?" matty says, his voice hardening.

"well you know, with you being away..."

"i dont babysit, mate. they're my children. i brought them into the world too. they're just as much my responsibility as hers."

"i know i was just...."

"well dont just mate. okay. think about what you're saying. isnt it sad?"

"I mean yeah..."

"isnt it sad that you think she is lucky? she shouldn't have to be called lucky. equal parenting should be the norm. she's not lucky. you shouldnt be... no one should be batting an eyelid."

"i'm sorry matty, i didnt mean to upset you."

"i know you didn't. but think of the women you might have upset. i dont want my daughter raised in a world like that. i think you should apologize to my wife."

"i will."

"no time like the present."

"you want me to.... you want me to. on air?"

"may as well. right your wrongs now. if my girls listen back, which they wont, i need to them to know that you can hold people accountable"

"okay," the interviewer says, his voice small, "i'm sorry."

"and you're sorry to all women?"

"yeah," he says, "i am really sorry. i shouldn't have put it like that."

"by the way, for the record, my wife runs a really successful book shop as well as being a mum. we're both working parents and we both rock it. shout out to heartbeat books, soho. go buy a book everyone. they also have good coffee. love you darling!"

they cut to a song. jamie shrugs at the dj. he must have hammered it home. when they come back they talk about matty's music.

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy #matty healy x y/n #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #dad!matty

[laincelebi]

I have seen there have been some alterations in Yukari's social link, not a fan of those to be honest, but I understand these were made due to you not needing to romance all the girls but still... I think they could have done a bit different and some were not even necessary. so my thoughts after the cut if you want to read to avoid leaving spoilers in the open.

So lets start with the reversal hug....yeah they went p3p route of changing to "but you are a girl" which honestly I am not very upset about, even though I like the original dialog Yukari says when you pick that option.

one thing that I feel like wasn't a good change was how now Makoto tries to talk to the punks instead of just running and punching them. I like that detail a lot about him, how the option to help Yukari was basically no questions asked, see some jerks intimidating his friend/crush, just punch the guys.

Next, how Yukari now doesn't tell him to not invite anyone else, to just be the 2 of them when talking about going on a trip, but Makoto can say that they should go the 2 of them. I honestly don't get why this was changed, There are many other moments that were kept that show that Yukari is romantically interested in him through her social link so this change is a bit weird to me.

Now rank 9, I understand they had to change it to make the friendship option, and its not really a real issue but changes one aspect I always liked about their relationship.

Rank 9 now gives you the option to say "I love you" to Yukari to go the romantic path. and that's cute and all, but one thing I liked in the original was, they never had to say that to each other. they had this mutual understanding, they didn't need to spell it out, it gave the impression their relationship evolved naturally from friends to lovers.

In the original Yukari would say she love him in rank 10(reload too) but that is much more "hey I know you know this already but I will say", so Makoto saying that changes a bit this dynamic to me. in a way I wish it was some other option like "were not my feelings clear enough" or something better worded but with the meaning of "we both know the answer to this." and I think it would fit fine with the rest of the dialog.

There is also the point that if Makoto says he loves her, doesn't make much sense to me she would say "I want you to only have eyes for me", that's already implied.

And rank 10 has a few weird choices... in the original they would be talking to each other sitting on the floor, she would say that if she is loud people might find out. and they continue talking for a bit before Yukari gives him her phone strap, when in reload that was cut short.

And to me that also feels like it harms a bit their dynamic, cause it was cute how much they seem to be talking to each other, Yukari says one thing that makes Makoto tease her and they just continue to have a good time. When in reload its more direct. Also...removing the hug from rank 10 was weird imo, like i guess they moved it to rank 9 but dont know I liked where it was in rank 10.

This last bit I am unsure now but I faintly remember Yukari asking Makoto to go to her room with the excuse of playing cards... why is this not in reload lol its just so funny, it could be added in her dialog like "let's go to my room...uhmm so we can ....play some cards or something uhmm" it would be a funny nod to the original

Anyway these are just my thoughts on the matter, they don't really ruin the game for me or anything of the sort, are just some nitpicks I have, I just love when a couple don't really need to say they love each other they just know. and well that being said I will just headcanon that some parts are like the original in any works I do so that's fine.

#shuyuka #yukari takeba #makoto yuki #persona 3 #persona 3 reload #persona #lain saying things

[badgirl411]

Two Halves Of The Same Coin PART 1: (Daemon Targaryen x Reader FANFIC)

Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x f!Reader

Summary: From the start it’s clear you and Daemon are made for each other but things get complicated.

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, murder, unplanned pregnancy, injury, sadness, time jump 

Author’s Note: Hello like many of you I too have become a tad consumed by the thought of Daemon Targaryen so I decided to write something. It is not great but I hope you enjoy none the less. I am by no means an expert of anything HOTD or GOT so please dont come at me if I have gotten things wrong.

Life in the Red Keep was tedious, your father Otto made sure of that. Being a young maiden of sixteen you were expected to display a modicum of class, elegance and innocence you were two of those things certainly classy and elegant but innocent you were not. You had a devious streak a mile wide, a glint of chaos behind those doe-like eyes. You were exceptionally good at putting on a mask, if anyone dared cross you you could certainly put a knife in them for their foolishness. But being a good daughter, you obeyed your father going to ever embroidery lesson and every history lesson. That was until you met the young prince, his long flowing silver hair blowing in the wind that sweeps through the garden blowing the red leaves off the godswood tree. That was the day you met Daemon Targaryen and your entire life changed.

It is now 10 years later and you are both playing that game of cat and mouse never fully giving into each other's desires or feelings.  

You wake early the light of the morning sun tearing through the glass of your window burning your heavy sleep ridden eyes. Sighing you sit up in your bed a hand running through your rustled hair, you simply could not bring yourself to put that mask on today. You could not be that portrait perfect young woman your father so expects, not today you needed to let the real you out. Needed to embrace the chaos. Daemon had plagued your dreams late evening; you had not seen in months the desire and frustration at a breaking point within you.

That’s it you decided, today you would go beyond the walls of the Red Keep not far enough to cause concern but just far enough to have a little adventure. Daemon had shown you a few secret passages and hideaway to get in and out of the castle. Leaping out of bed you sail over to your dresser containing your dresses, opting for the simplest of the lot in order to not stand out so much. Wrapping your hair around your hand you secure it with a dagger like pin, turning on your heels you rustle around trying to find your thigh strap for your blade. Strap secured to your upper thigh you slide the blade in the cold metal sending a shiver down your spine and a smirk across your face.

Not long after you are out of the castle, merging in with the bustling crowds of locals carting round barrels of wine and baskets of produce. Wading through the crowd you make your way to a crowded square where there are bushels of people trading and buying, a group of men stand shouting obscenities whilst guzzling tankards of wine. Something they say catches your attention, it’s the name you hear.

“What did you say?” a grimace passes over your face as you come face to face with the group.

“I said Prince Daemon is a cunt. A worthless good for nothing cunt.” He slurs spilling wine on his large beard as the others holler with laughter and shouts of agreement.

It's like a fog comes over you and you see red; the pin is released from your hair and finds a home in one mans skull and the dagger strapped to your thigh is in your hand. When it's all done the bearded man is covered in his own blood scrambling for his tongue as his friend lies on the ground still and bleeding.  

Later that day you enter your chamber via the hidden door beside your dresser and see Daemon lounging on your bed fingers playing with one another idly. At the sound of you entering his gaze shifts to you and a look of surprise and amusement appears on his features.  

Your plain dress is now littered with the blood of the men from your earlier adventures. He walks towards you resting his hands on your shoulders, his gaze never shifting from you.

“My My (Y/N) haven't you been busy! This is a new look, I rather enjoy it.” He remarks laughing as his hands softly rub their way up and down the tops of your arms.

“He spoke ill of you my love so I done what was just and cut your name from his bastard mouth. His screams were greater than any ballad ever written, now he cannot speak ill of you in fact he cannot speak at all.” you gesture plainly.  

“Defending my honour, how gallant of you darling.” he says chuckling.

The both of you spend the rest of the day in each other's arms, sharing words and exploring each other's bodies.  

Daemon and you decide to marry not long after that day tired of denying your feelings for one another.  

4 MONTHS LATER

Each day you spend with Daemon is a blessing, much to your father's horror. You both are chaotic and devious but also loyal and passionate, he is your other half. You both made a promise on your wedding night that you would never abandon each other.

Things in the keep have been tense these last few days, whispers of a pirate attacking westerosy soldiers are circling the castle. Daemon is missing from your bed chambers when you wake, you dress deciding he must be at a small council meeting with his brother, the King Viserys.  

Standing from your bed you begin to get light headed, your vision blurring. Steadying yourself against the frame of your bed a wave of nausea washes over you. Rushing towards the open window in your bedroom you vomit over the edge immediately feeling sorry for anyone below.  

Getting some air to clear your head and try to make yourself feel slightly less sick you wander aimlessly around the castle grounds making your way to the gardens to sit beneath the godswood tree.  

The day is drawing to a close and the sickness still hasn’t wavered and there is still no sign of Daemon. Calling on a maid you ask if the Grand Maestor is nearby in the castle to which the maid tells you where he is. Knocking on the door you enter greeting the Grand Maestor, you explain your predicament and describe your symptoms hoping he can suggest a remedy for your ailments.  

You are left feeling more unwell after your visit with the Grand Maestor as you rush back to your quarters hoping to find your husband has returned. In your hurry you run into the Queen, your sister Alicent who seems quite concerned by your lack of awareness and hurried pace. Asking Alicent where Daemon has gone your sisters face falls and her eyes sadden.  

“Did he not tell you sister?” she asks solemnly.

“Tell me what?” you reply.

“He left for the Stepstones this morn my dear” she embraces you as the news begins to sink in. A sob leaving your mouth as she rubs your back in a gesture of comfort.

That evening you sit in your chambers alone with the news that Daemon left for war without so much as a goodbye, what the Grand Maestor told you earlier that day rings in your ears the nausea rising within you once again.

“Lady (Y/N) I think you might be with child, the symptoms you are describing certainly sound like it.”  

Your palm rests on your stomach your other half left without a word to fight a war and now you are sat pregnant and alone.  

Nine months pass quickly and you are still without your husband, you wrote letters to him almost every day and received no word back. Soon your child comes into the world, you never thought you could love another being more but then this little bundle came into the world. Their tiny feet, silver hair and bright eyes were perfect and reminded you starkly of their father.

The days turn into months, months turn into years as you raise your child in the castle alone. Putting your child to bed after reading them a bedtime story you crawl under the covers sighing thankful for some rest finally as exhausted fills every fibre in your body. You fall asleep quickly, however the longer the night drags on the more restless your sleeping body grows as dreams continually plague your unconscious mind.  

It’s the same dream over and over again, Daemon stands in the Stepstones waving a white flag sword surrendered. Before you know it he is raging his way across the battle field cutting down every man in his path, striking down a man with a blow of his sword he falls to one knee. Three arrows make their way towards him piercing his body and as his body falls to the ground bleeding a scream rips from your lungs waking you as a maid comes rushing in and over to your bedside. Tears are streaming down your face burning your skin, they won't stop and your breath is coming out in short heavy puffs. The maid’s hand rests on your shoulder softly lulling you into a calmer state.  

“My Lady are you ok should I fetch the Grand Maestor?” your maid asks worriedly.

“No no thank you my dear you can go back to bed I am ok.” you fake sincerity.

Not long after word reaches the keep of Daemon’s victory in the Stepstones, the pirate has been vanquished.

Some days later the sound of dragon wings beating fills the air in Kings Landing as Caraxes roars over the city.

The castle is bustling with the news of the Prince’s arrival back to his home after his victory but all you feel is rage. Your husband has returned home and you want to lay your hands on him for abandoning you in your time of need.

Your day is spent avoiding the majority of the castle in the hopes of avoiding your beloved, the sun is scorching however and the heat in the castle is stifling. Making your way out of your chambers into the dark stone halls the air cooled your exhausted body significantly reaching the garden your anxiety grows as you notice the shrouds of people conversing. Just as you turn to make a quick exit you are seen by your sister who waves you over her eyes pleading, you shake your head ferociously but now you have garnered the King’s attention as well as that of you husband. Breathing deeply, you make your way into the garden putting on your mask for the first time in years.

“Lady (Y/N) how great it is to see you, you look well.” the King embraces you.

“Thank you, your grace you flatter me really!” you curtsy thanking him for his courtesy.  

Your sisters eyebrow is raised as she recognises the mask you wear hiding just how angry and hurt you truly are at the fact your beloved is standing next to you for the first time in years.

Daemon rests a hand on your lower back and you stiffen the mask faltering slightly as your eyes fill with fury. As the King and Queen bid you farewell you are left with Daemon alone, you back away from his touch turning your back to him as you go to enter the castle again not a word leaving your mouth. A hand grips the back of your neck forcefully turning you around to face its owner. You snap grabbing the pin from your hair and holding it to his throat a dangerous smile on his lips.

“How I missed you my darling.”  

A dry laugh falls from your lips.

“Four years you’ve been away Daemon, four fucking years and not a single correspondence, you swore to me that you would never abandon me and yet you have done exactly that. I understand the war was trying and traumatising but being here without you, without hearing from you...Well you have subjected me to the same torment.”

“And I longed to be home every day but I have a duty to the people, I had to defend the kingdom.” he urges still holding the back of your neck firmly looking into your eyes deeply.

“That’s a load of horseshit Daemon you and I both know it, you done it to spite your brother. You forget who you are talking to husband, I know you. You serve no one but yourself.” you wrestle out of his tight grasp.

“Come on darling you know that’s not true yes it was to spite my brother but my only role is to serve you, you are my other half my soulmate my fucking wife.” he replies growing angry at your dismissal of yourself.

“You won the war and walked away with a title and a crown, I lost the battle for your love it seems and was left with a child whom I birthed and raised alone. You have a daughter who has never known the love of her father has never gotten to know her father. It pains me just how swiftly the years are passing, even more so knowing she is growing and you left me, left us like some worthless whore.

Her name is Alyssa if you were wondering, after your mother.”

A tear rolls down his cheek at your confession, his heart breaks. He is frozen in place as he watches your form retreating into the castle, shaking himself back to reality he rushes after you needing more answers.

Hurriedly you rush to find Alyssa needing to lay eyes on your child to ease your worry, knocking on the door you enter a maid playing with little Alyssa who runs around with a little hay doll that one of them had made for her. Hearing you enter she spins round excitedly her long silver braided hair swishing behind her as she rushes forward arms stretched.  

Thinking you had eluded Daemon you do not close the door behind you instead scooping the little blonde gremlin up into your arms hugging her close to your chest as you kiss the top of her head.

Looking at you with her big bright eyes you kiss the tip of her nose as she giggles. “That tickles mummy!” she giggles.

Not setting her down you notice her looking at something over your shoulder, she looks at you with her eyebrow raised. “Mummy who is that man standing in the door?”  

“She looks just like me...I can't believe we have a little girl.” he stands in the door way sobbing, feet inching closer to where you are stood protectively grasping your daughter.

“It’s no one baby, just a man.” you hand her over to the maid who begins to carry her over to the door which connects to the other room.  

“No please I want to see her, please let me hold her. ALYSSA  ALYSSA!” he shouts. “I’m your daddy ALYSSA!”

He rushes into the room frantically heading straight for your daughter, you place your body in front of him as he tries to reach around your body to get to his little girl.  

The maid stills stands unsure of what to do as the little one looks between the two of you. “Lady (Y/N) what would you like me to do.”  

Sighing heavily you tell her to put the little girl down and ask her to take her leave, however enraged you were with your husband right now you couldn’t deny your daughter the right to her father any longer. Wrapping his arms around the little girl he breathes her scent in deeply as she looks into his eyes a small hand reaches up to hold his face “Daddy!” she says softly.

You are torn between two halves of yourself, on one hand you are angry at Daemon for leaving you without a word but on the other hand you cannot help but still love him as fiercely as you once did.

Try as you might it seems Daemon is the demon your soul clings to, only time and fortune will tell if your relationship will purge or if it will ascend to the greatness it once was.

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd #house targaryen #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x f!reader #daemon targaryen smut #my fic

[bridgyrose]

Good evening Bridgy. I humbly submit a request for the next chapter of Transfer Student Weiss Redux. That is all. Please.

Weiss felt class drag on as she listened to Professor Port tell yet another story from his youth that seemed to have almost nothing to do with what she was supposed to be learning. Sure, it was only the third day of class for her at Beacon, and Professor Port had to know something about what he was doing if he was teaching classes like this. Though, looking at her teammates, she felt she was faring better. Yang was practically asleep, Ruby was busy drawing in her notebook, and then Blake just seemed, well, bored and out of it seemed to be the only way she could describe her. 

The alarm on Weiss’s scroll rang just as the bell did to end class, and she couldnt be happier for class to end. She quickly packed her things into her backpack and started to head to the door, only to stop as she heard Ruby ask her a question. 

“Are you going to join us for our study session today?” 

Yang yawned and smiled a bit at Weiss. “Yeah Weiss, you going to join us this time? We play a few board games to help study and pass the time so we’re not too bored.” 

“I think I'm going to pass,” Weiss answered plainly as she adjusted the strap to her backpack. “Besides, playing games isnt really studying. Its just wasting time that could be used to perfect your skills.” 

“And what skills are you perfecting on your own?” Blake asked as she stood up. “Ever since you transferred here, you’ve been avoiding us. Going off on your own to train, keeping away from us when we study… part of what we need to be doing is acting like a team.” 

“And we are a team,” Weiss answered. *Just not my team.* The simple thought pierced through her mind and heart as the world around her almost seemed to shift to the camp she and her team had set while on a training mission. She could almost feel the cool air and the warmth of the fire… and then the cold, steel blades that cut across her eye, the yells of her teammates as they were dragged off and one was killed in front of her. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag and she nearly jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder, quickly reaching to her side for the rapier that wasnt on her hip. 

Ruby pulled back a step and looked at Weiss. “Are you okay?” 

“I-I’m fine,” Weiss lied between a few breaths as she tried to calm her nerves. Her hand quickly reached into her pocket to grab the small bottle of anxiety pills she carried on her, checking her scroll before taking another pill to make sure she was keeping up on the dosage. “I just need to… need to…” her eyes wandered as she looked around the room for another excuse to avoid her team, not willing to let herself get  close enough to this one to let them get killed because of her too. “I’m late for an appointment with the nurse. So if you’ll excuse me-” 

“Oh come on! It’ll be fine!” 

Weiss felt herself get pulled out of the classroom and down the hall by Ruby. Her legs couldnt seem to stop, and as she watched her team leader and listened to her talk, it became clear where she failed as a leader herself. Unlike Ruby, she tried to keep herself at perfection at all times, doing her best to keep her form perfect and to be a perfect leader, but Ruby… Ruby didnt seem to care at all if anything she did was perfect, she only cared about making sure her team was working together. As if she could see the parts that each person could play within her plans like cogs in a machine. Finally, a sigh left Weiss’s lips and she managed to pull her wrist free from Ruby’s grasp. “Dont you think this is a bit… childish?” 

“Childish?” Ruby asked. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean, we’re supposed to act like adults. But the way you, Yang, and Blake carry on with studying with games feels like all you know how to do is act like children.” 

“Its just easier for me to study if I have something else to do with it. Penny was the one who…” 

Weiss watched as Ruby pause in her sentence and took a breath to calm herself, catching a glimpse of heartache and pain before seeing the cheery smile come back to her face. 

“I’ll set up the board game at the library and if you want to join us, you can. Will that be okay Weiss?” 

Weiss nodded. “Yeah, that’ll be fine.” She pulled out her scroll as Ruby practically raced off with her semblance, looking through the notes she had on her teammates once more, trying to figure out who Penny was. She practically jumped once more as she heard Blake and Yang call out to her, slowly turning to face them. 

“Where did Ruby go?” Yang asked. “You didnt yell at her again, did you?” 

“She’s at the library,” Weiss answered, a small pause between her words. “Who’s Penny?” 

Yang sighed and started to walk past Weiss. “Blake, can you get Weiss back to the dorm? I’m going to check on Ruby!” 

Weiss pulled away from Yang to get out of her way and hesitated for a moment as she watched the blonde run off. “Was it something I said?” 

“No… well… yes…” Blake sighed and motioned for Weiss to follow. “Penny is still a sore spot for Ruby and Yang. She was a friend of theirs and came to Beacon with them, even getting onto our team for a day. Then, she got sick and was just… gone. We spent our first semester trying to figure out what happened to her but it was as if she never existed. Her home was gone, destroyed in a fire, all records of her at Beacon were lost, and Ruby was devastated.” 

Weiss nodded and walked behind Blake, putting her scroll back into her pocket. “What… what if I can try to help find her?” 

“And how do you think you can do that?” 

“There are Schnee Dust Company outlets in every kingdom, some of them connected with the hospitals in partnership with us. I can see if I can pull a few strings to find her.” 

“And why would you do that?” 

Weiss paused in her step for a moment, not sure how to answer that question. Why would she do something like that for Ruby? She barely knew the girl, didnt entirely trust her team yet with as little as she knew about them, and yet, it almost came easily to her to suggest that she could help. “Because I… I know what its like to lose someone. And maybe… maybe getting a little information for her will help.” 

Blake turned to look at Weiss, almost apologetic. “And if it doesnt help her?” 

“Only one way to find out, right?” Weiss put up a fake smile to Blake. “Besides, I… probably should try to spend a bit more time around you all than I have. Especially if we’re going to be teammates.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #drabbles #transfer student weiss redux #transfer student weiss redux au

[tflaw]

just saw ur post abt rockstar!thoma belting shes gone by steelheart and when i tell you I CAME RUNNING i surely did 😭 and help why does it lowkey sound like him omg ... but no way he would be singing that since he is PERFECT no one would ever leave him !! /j

+ dottore rlly put the impact in genshin pls whenever i see notes talking abt him when im exploring im just not surprised at the shit he did anymore 💀 i rlly look forward to more details abt him though !! he's is very interesting to me i wanna know what goes on inside his mind asnsja i just wanna sit down and listen to him talk abt his messed up ideas (he should be strapped down in a straight jacket though)

+ yw!! and yeah i told uuu <33 congrats on getting them both omg keqing is very op !! diluc too ugh i love him fr. and dw i got my ass kicked by xingqiu on tcg just earlier he is a PUNK ASS BITCH i swear he didnt even give me time to breathe 😭 im nowhere near good at tcg pls i got rlly humbled at inazuma :')) i thought i was doing fine til i saw someone's diluc card doing 45 like huhhhhh most i did is 13 ??!?! how is that even possible ??!? and omg i heard cyno is one of the best tcg players rn i cant wait to be obliterated 😍 but it's him so i dont mind LMAO

+ i wish that were me :')) ngl idk what artifact to farm anymore i just do viridescent now since i clear it the fastest .. i just need something to enhance thoma and nahida's artifacts that's why im still stuck in artifact domains 😭 i hope you'll get yoi soon !! she's been a blessing in disguise to me mddnk idk what i'll do without her especially when i encounter specters, ruin hunters, and the birds from the oceanid 💔 and hihi dw i have like 90 scarashrooms saved when i was still exploring !! but ngl i could reach ar 60 and still be not done with building my supports HELP spare fragile resins please 😞🤲

+ lastly, good luck on ur finals !! ik ive said this many times already since we last co-oped BUT STILL HAHAH manifesting high grades for u ava <33 u deserve the best

i just KNOW thoma has the vocal cords for it !! ngl it’s hella attractive imagining him singing, too ><

+ LMFAO i’m honestly not done being surprised w his character yet i swear he had a lot going on !! man’s schedule is packed for centuries now 😭 what’s with him nation-hopping and scheming every time !! and how i rmb the time he was in mondstadt, too !! or at least one of his segments. maybe thats why he made them bcos i KNOW he couldn’t just finish his schedules on time 😭 but yes i agree. he’s the most interesting character atm in genshin for me. there’s just a lot to unpack??? w his interest ??? the way he’s so curious of the world yet indifferent w repercussions of seeking the answers!! i’m intrigued how he got to be the 2nd harbinger, though!!

+ AHHH keqing just adds and adds these support cards while we were dueling and im like WHAT IS GOING ON GIRL i began sweating when diluc’s card died PLS i’m not yet done dueling in mond <//3 every time i tell myself i’m gonna do it i just click out of the game after doing comms <//3 yeah that’s what

+ rn i’m farming kuni’s artifact <//3 i got crit dmg circlet yesterday but it rolled 2x in def so i didn’t bother lvling it up any higher <//3 PLS i want yoi so bad !! i just… ugh her character design is amazing !! she’s so useful in the abyss for boss enemies <//3 AGAJAJ youre not alone though i am ar57 and im not done w my supports yet </3 thats why as much as i love the upcoming characters i don’t think i’ll ever pull if it’s not dehya or hu tao <//3 i’ve got way too many dps rn 😭

+ THANK YOU! so far it’s better than the last time. i think i’ve just accepted the fact that i am in no way acing the finals but i just want academic rest so i don’t rly care anymore !! thank you, though!! that means a lot ai <33

#from ai <3. #✉️: hotmail.

[atlabeth]

transferred part 20 - atla smau

part 19 | masterlist | epilogue

summary: trying to run from your past is hard, but falling for your brother’s roommate is even harder. little do you know that he’s falling for you as well.

a/n: me when i have to write more than 5 words in a series thats supposed to be a smau

anywho! basically the last chapter?? which is crazy?? filled with heartfelt emotions and the moment that you've all been waiting for, it's a wild ride. so strap in and enjoy. the epilogue will be posted later today so i can finally wrap this series up!! and dont worry theres a super long sappy authors note on the epilogue. LETS GET INTO IT

wc: 2.3k

warning(s): cursing, mentions of alcohol, hurt/comfort, one suggestive comment, mentions of toxic relationships, reader talking about her self sabotaging behavior and burnout, Bad Coping Methods (dont disappear kids)

-

“You haven’t seen her?” Zuko sighed as the same words he had heard on repeat for the past hour played through his ears again. “It’s alright, thank you. Have a good night.”

He shook his head at his friends, their defeated expressions mirroring his own as he leaned against the kitchen island. He ran an exhausted hand through his hair, and he couldn’t help but think of the countless times you had done it for him.

“Your sister doesn’t play when it comes to theatrics,” Aang lamented as he plopped on the couch next to Sokka.

“Tell me about it,” he muttered. “I mean, she doesn’t pull stuff like this. Sometimes she went over the top when she was younger, staying out a little too late or doing something stupid, but she never just… she never just tried to disappear like this. I.. I guess she was too worried about Katara and me to do anything like that, but still.” He knocked back the rest of the seltzer and tossed the can on the table — alcohol was tempting, but none of them wanted to be any less than completely aware tonight.

“We all knew she was hurting,” Sokka continued. “Not even she could be fine after everything that happened with Hahn, especially the day after, but I— I guess I thought that she would open up before just dropping off the radar completely!

“No news from the girls,” Aang announced, prompting a collective sigh from the other two boys. “I gotta give it to her, she’s been very thorough with this.”

“Of course she has. It’s classic Y/N — she can disappear without a trace, sure, but she can’t put enough effort into picking up some supplies for my project on her way home.” It was a lame attempt to lighten the mood, and though he got a weak chuckle out of Aang, it was radio silence on Zuko’s part.

“Hey, buddy.” It didn’t snap him out of his reverie, and Sokka seriously contemplated throwing his empty soda can at him. “You okay?”

“She didn’t even say anything to me,” he finally murmured, eyes trained on his phone screen. “She said she would tell me if she was having a hard time, but she didn’t say anything to me. Just suffered in silence until it got so bad she just up and left. She just… left. Without a single word to anyone. To me.”

Aang’s eyes softened and he let out a loose exhale. “Zuko, she didn’t mean to hurt you — I know that much. She’s just been under a lot of stress lately, and… I guess it didn’t manifest in the best way.”

“Stress...” he muttered, trying to piece it together. There was something nagging at the back of his skull, something on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t get it. “And you guys are sure she hasn’t put anything anywhere? No texts that you missed, nothing?”

“Believe me,” Sokka said. “I’ve refreshed her pages a thousand times by now. It’s radio silence on her side. God, I wish I was more invasive and put like, a tracking device on her car or something! For all we know, she could be back to Kyoshi.”

Kyoshi. Stress. This whole thing, your disappearing act.

And suddenly, it clicked.

Zuko stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over the stool in the process and warranting puzzled looks from both of his friends as he grabbed his keys off the table and practically ran to the door.

“Zuko, where are you going?” Aang questioned.

He tugged the door open and shot a glance back at them, tension having noticeably dissolved from his shoulders.

“I know where she is.”

-

Zuko tapped idly against the steering wheel, once again glancing down at his phone screen but to no avail. His relationship with you had become infinitely more complicated since the kiss through fault of both of them — he supposed that was what happened when two people who didn’t know how to talk about their emotions caught feelings for each other. Zuko was very skilled at sticking his foot in his mouth whenever he tried to talk about anything like this, and

But you had accepted his offer to talk on the way home, so that meant something.

He had originally suggested just talking on the way home like he had proposed earlier, but you had a different idea. ‘Trust me,’ you had told him. ‘It has a good track record with making people feel better.’

Your proposition was a wildflower field on the outskirts of the city, just out of the way that someone would go en route to the university. Far enough from the city to emanate an aura of peace, but close enough to be a feasible trip.

“I found this place when I was missing home,” you smiled as he parked the car. “I love it here, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I just feel homesick for Kyoshi. You passed a field like this on the way into town, and when I stumbled here, it just kinda felt like fate. So now whenever I’m stressed, or overwhelmed, or just need a break, I come out here. And I think this is the perfect place to talk about… well, whatever’s going on with us.”

“Sounds good.” He returned the sentiment then cleared his throat. “As long as we don’t go in there. I can admire it from afar, but just looking at that field is making my skin itch.”

You laughed and nodded amiably. “Deal.”

-

One hand was splayed against your chest, the other trailing lazy circles with the pads of your fingers against the metal as you gazed up at the sky. You had the best and only seat of the view, the flora drifting softly in the night breeze as the stars twinkled from above.

You didn’t know what you were thinking, being here. The past couple of weeks had just been… crushing you. It was like your heart was stuck in a vice and no matter what you did, it just got tighter and tighter.

You had been treating everyone you knew horribly, but you couldn’t stop. It felt like a game — how terribly could you act towards them until they snapped too? Until your friends, your siblings, Zuko, recognized that they had made a mistake by trying to help you?

And you didn’t know what it was about today, but… something inside of you just broke after that morning with your roommates. So you did what you were best at, and you ran. Skipped class, skipped work, just drove around aimlessly until even that was starting to feel like too much of a trap.

And then you ended up here.

It would’ve been laughable if you weren’t on the verge of breaking down.

You had been here, just laying on the hood of your car parked a few feet away from the field on an off road path, for the better part of an hour. If you were going to drown underneath the weight of your thoughts, it was better to do it alone.

But as you heard the crunching of gravel underneath car tires, your eyes instinctively shot towards the noise — so much for being alone — and you sat up. Your brows furrowed in recognition, you knew that car, and it felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest when Zuko stepped out.

“You remembered,” you breathed after a moment of silence. “You’re here.”

“Always.” He said it so obviously, so easily — why wouldn’t he remember? Why wouldn’t he be here?

You scooted over to make space on the hood and patted the space next to you softly, pulling your knees up to your chest in a moment of shame as he walked around to the front and pushed himself up next to you. What were you going to say to him? What could you say?

“I’m sorry,” you said out of the blue, your words pouring out of you like an emotional waterfall. “I’m sorry for just— for just leaving, I know it was stupid and I know they’re all probably worried out of their minds, but I couldn’t do it, Zuko. I-it was like I was trapped, and I know it was irrational, but I had to get out of there—”

“You didn’t have to,” he said quietly, effectively stopping your rant. “If you really had to get out, you could’ve at least said something to one of us. I don’t know what things were like back at Kyoshi, but here— here, you can’t throw yourself back onto the knife every time something goes wrong, because— you just can’t do that anymore.”

“I’m not mad, believe me, I’m relieved that you’re okay. I just..” he sighed and glanced up at the night sky, the light of the moon illuminating his features as he faced you once more. “I know you’ve felt alone before, but you’re not. You have Katara, and Sokka, Suki, Toph— you have me, Y/N! And I’m not going anywhere, trust me, but— but you can’t keep doing this to yourself, because they care about you, and I care about you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and chose to concentrate on the hood of the car, tapping your fingers against the metal as a way to use up your nervous energy. “You’re… you’re right,” you said after a long moment of silence, the beginnings of a mirthless smile on your lips.

“After that night at the party, I just— I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. There was a part of me that just wanted to lock myself in my room and never come out, but I— I told myself I was better than that, and I refused to let myself fall back onto any of it. So I worked. I took extra shifts, I helped out my professors, I did anything and everything I could to try and keep my mind off of Hahn. But I wasn’t helping anything, I was just… I was destroying myself. It was just like you said. I was a candle burning at both ends but still convinced that I was doing the right thing, and eventually.. I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I ran.”

“And— there’s always been this… this voice in my head that pops up after things in my life are going good, and it tells me that something is going to go wrong. A-and it tells me that if I’m the one that ruins it, then I don’t have to ask myself what I did wrong, if I could’ve stopped it from happening— if it’s inevitable, then I should be the one to ruin it. It’s how most of my relationships ended, and— well, the only thing it’s succeeded in is making me miserable.”

You don’t even notice your hands are shaking until you feel Zuko placing his own over yours — a simple gesture asking an unsaid question, one you answer by intertwining his fingers with your own.

“That same voice popped up again once I started getting close to you,” you admitted quietly. “And this whole time, I’ve been so terrified of falling that I never considered you would catch me. But I’m tired, Zuko. I’m tired of constantly looking over the edge.”

As you turned your head to meet his eyes again, your breath caught in your throat at his close proximity. You were sure that no matter how much time you spent with him, your heart would never stop beating out of your chest for Zuko.

“I will always be there to catch you,” he affirmed softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

And just like before, he brought his hand to the side of your face and tenderly brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hand, slightly calloused but emanating comfort all the same, lingered on your cheek for a moment before he posed the question.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, and his lips captured your own immediately. You reciprocated with an almost desperate fervor and— and it just felt so right. You had grown so accustomed to the constant warmth he carried with him that it had become a part of you, he had become a part of you, and now a life without Zuko was just unimaginable.

He was right — he already was there to catch you, each and every time. Giving you endless rides when your car broke down, sitting through the world’s most boring anthro projects, letting you bare your soul to him, telling you it was all going to be okay when nothing felt okay, and managing to find you when you had gone out of your way to not be found. And all of it— it all made you realize.

You didn’t want to keep running. And you didn’t have to. Not anymore.

Zuko pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours, breathing slightly labored as the two of you sat in comfortable silence. That is, until you broke it.

“So,” you started, a nervous chuckle following. “Are we… are we a thing now?”

You could tell that caught him by surprise by the laugh that escaped him, a sound of unfiltered joy. “I’d say that we are.”

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks once more as he slid off of the hood of the car and held out his hand, an offering you took happily. “We should get home,” he said, somewhat reluctantly. “It’s past midnight, and—” Zuko glanced at his phone and grimaced. “They’re all still worried out of their minds.”

“Right,” you muttered. “I’m gonna get the lecture of my life from Sokka and Katara.”

“Probably,” he chuckled. “But they’re just doing their job as concerned siblings.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and glanced back at his own car. “I’ll see you back at the apartment?”

You nodded, an uncontrollable smile pulling at your lips. “Thank you, Zuko. For this, and— for everything.”

He returned the sentiment, golden eyes filled with adoration.

“Always.”

-

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[bratkook]

rough hands. (m) jjk

pairing : tattooed!jungkook x tattooed!reader (slight fuckboy!jk)

word count : 12k, (i hate myself why cant i ever write anything shorter than 10k goodbye)

genre : (fr)enemies to lovers, smut, this is for @mygukandonly​ ty for the idea and for sharing my thirst for jungkook lmao also ps. if you read this/enjoy it pls reblog bc tumblrs tags are dead af tysm

warnings : overstimulation, dirty talk (its kinda sweet tho?), playful banter during sex, unprotected sex

summary : how is he meant to confess that he’d tear off his left arm for you if you asked when he can see the way you look at him in disgust when his nervous rambling leads to retelling the raunchy stories of girl’s past

The muffled sound of your roommate and his best friend laughing in the kitchen can be heard through your bedroom wall, a smile spreading across your face when you hear Hoseok’s telltale joyous laugh, no doubt in the middle of telling a story. 

You rake your fingers through your hair once more, fluffing it up and stepping back from the mirror to give yourself a once over, your hands tugging down on the tight dress you had on. The black shiny latex hugging your curves in all the right spots and you smirk as excitement fills you when you think of the dumb shit you and your best friend Rina were going to get into tonight.

In the kitchen Hoseok pours another shot for himself and Jungkook, the two of them energized at going out tonight as well, the video game demo they had been working on at work had gotten approved, being given the green light to move further into it so they would be celebrating tonight. The rest of his friends were set to arrive at your shared apartment for some pregame drinks before they left to their designated bar of choice.

“Y/N! Take a shot.” Hoseok shouts out when you step out of the hallway, his head peeking out by the breakfast bar to see you. He’s wearing a simple white tshirt, his colorful tattooed arms on full display as he holds out a shot glass for you to take. As you step closer to grasp it Jungkook’s eyes bulge out at what you’re wearing, he chooses to throw back his shot, letting the burn of tequila take his mind off how hot you looked. Jungkook has had it bad for you for so long, you and Jungkook have ran in the same circle since high school, not exactly friends but there was always a mutual friend linking you two together.

Jeon Jungkook has always been shameless, even at the young age of 16, when his hair was all bangs and the only thing on his mind was bands, shows, and girls. His debauchery only worsened in college when his muscles bulked up and he started experimenting with tattoos, there is nothing horny college girls love more than a man with long black hair and inked sleeves so of course he embraced it. 

The social circle you two shared slowly dwindled away after the first year of college as people dropped out, moved out of state or started a career while you finished your schooling. Because of that, you hadn’t really seen or heard much about Jungkook during your last year of college, not sure if he ever finished, dropped out or took a year off. It wasn’t until fate had you responding to a room mate needed ad that lead you to Jung Hoseok and in turn leading you right back to Jeon Jungkook, full circle.

And in that reunion it was made clear that he had stayed exactly the same, the same 16 year old mentality trapped inside a bulked out tattooed man, his new found goal being getting under your skin because he loved seeing you upset.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s as you grab the shot glass, standing right beside Hoseok as he pours himself yet another shot. He just smirks at you, noticing your added height with the platform shoes you have on, “If you wear those shoes you can get on all the rides at Disney.”

He hides his smile behind the glass, seeing you roll your eyes as you throw back the shot, glaring at him once you swallow it, “Oh shut up, I’m normal sized, it’s not my fault you’re a fucking Titan.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at your comeback, his shoulders nudging Jungkook and seeing him fighting back a smile at your reaction, “Touché.”

The contents of the tequila bottle start to dry out so Hoseok pushes it away, opting for grabbing a cup to start making drinks to pace himself until his friends show up. You have the beginnings of a buzz warming you up, sliding out your phone to see that Rina texted you to come over, wanting to pregame as well before you went out together.

As you start texting her back your ears tune in to the story Jungkook had decided to start telling, reminiscing on the last time they had all gone out to that dive bar. His hands are animated as he tells Hoseok about the drunk girl he had his eyes on, the both of them ending up in the gross bathroom while she gave him a sloppy blowjob, stopping halfway through to puke all over the floor and how it had absolutely wounded his ego. Him and Hoseok are bent over in hysterics as you lock your phone and roll your eyes, like clockwork Jungkook had to start talking about his sexual escapades, “And that’s my cue to fuck off.”

You shove your phone into your tiny side bag as you start to walk away and Jungkook presses his lips together as he realizes once again he said something he shouldn’t have. Hoseok turns to look at you, “You sure you don’t wanna come out with us? It’ll be more fun than that fetish club you’re into.”

You laugh at him, acting as if he didn’t frequent that club as well, “Is Iseul joining you?”

He frowns at the mention of his girlfriend, getting a little sad that she would in fact not be joining him, “No, she’s got an early shift tomorrow so she cant.”

“Sorry but if she’s not there I’m not interested.” You tease with a shrug, throwing your arm up in a wave before leaving your apartment, the door slamming behind you.

Jungkook instantly sulks once you’re gone, mentally slapping himself for always managing to say stupid shit around you. He couldn’t help himself, the small crush he had spawned in high school when you were still the timid girl that wore band tees two sizes too big, and now that you had matured into this, all leather and stockings and tattoos that rivaled his, that crush had bloomed and with it came plenty of wet dreams and fantasies. 

He knew he stuck his foot in his mouth every time you two ended up in the same vicinity but his usual confident and cocky self became a nervous fucking wreck around you. His brain chose to either rile you up with mean jokes or let his mouth run on autopilot. Unfortunately the only two topics programmed in consisted of shit regarding his job as an audio engineer for video games or his raunchy one night stands. More often than not it was the latter, talking about vulgar things made you walk away, if he talked about technical shit that you didn’t know about, it left room for questions from you and more of a chance for him to embarrass himself.

He uncaps the tequila bottle again and tips it back, taking a swig from the bottle and accepting that he’d have to live with annoying you from afar.

Its not until you come home that night, absolutely hammered, while hes there that he gets the first glimpse that maybe his dreams aren’t so far fetched. He’s stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, the buzz of the night having left him a while ago, a bowl of cheerios in his hand that he’s currently shoveling into his mouth when you stumble in, tripping over the doors threshold as you giggle and attempt to shut it quietly as to not wake up Hoseok.

Jungkook smirks with a mouthful of cereal as you press your forehead against the door and double over in hushed laughter, no doubt remembering something stupid that happened earlier. “You okay?” He finally speaks up, scaring you, you whip around in shock and slam your back against the door, a small whimper of pain leaving you as you slide down until your butt meets the floor.

“Oh shit.” He sets his bowl down and goes over to make sure you’re okay, your body is slumped on the floor with your legs sprawled out and he forces himself to just stare at your face, a small frown on it now that you realize how drunk you are. But thanks to that, the usual dont touch me attitude you normally have is missing, letting Jungkook scoop you up by the arms. He swallows as his fingers go down to tug the hem of your dress since it had rode up from you sliding down, his fingers lingering slightly on your thigh.

Your head lolls over now that he’s holding you up and away from the wall, a small smile on your face as you stare at him, your finger coming up to gently prod at the bar he has in the center of his lip, seeing them curl up as well because fuck are you drunk.

Your eyes are having trouble focusing on him with the dim light and the two shots you took just as you left the bar finally settling into your system but you make him out just fine, the weird orange glow coming from the kitchen illuminating him enough for you to see him. “You’re really cute in this lighting.” You slur out.

Jungkook just blushes, not knowing how to respond to you because you complimenting him was not the norm. When your brain decides that your head is far too heavy to hold up it drops back, showing him the expanse of your neck and the beautiful peony you have at the side of it, just under your ear, leading up to the spot where your neck meets your collarbone and Jungkook can’t stop himself from thinking of sucking hickeys into the skin there, the purple splotches coloring the blackwork tattoo.

“Wow, you’re sloshed.” He hauls you up, the muscles on his body clearly not being for show as he carries you to your room. He flicks the light on and gently places you on your mattress, hearing you groan in protest but otherwise not moving. His hands start to unbuckle the straps to your shoes, cute leopard print platform heels with the words doll face adorning the toe strap and it was very much you.

They land on your hardwood floor with a loud thud but you don’t register it, your eyes staying shut as you shove your face into your sheets. He opts for leaving you in your dress, shoes were fine but clothing was uncharted territory so he just unfolds the fluffy throw blanket at the edge of your bed and drapes it over you. His hands turn you over until you’re on your side, a stack of pillows at your back so he knows you won’t run the risk of choking on your puke if the situation arises. When he knows you’re no longer at risk of dying he starts to get up, your hands coming to grasp his and it startles him to see your drunk eyes blinking at him softly.

Your lips are moving but he can’t make out what you’re saying so he inches closer, “Huh?”

When hes about a foot away your hands cup his cheeks and bring him in for a quick kiss, the scent of vodka filling his nose as he feels the softness of your lips, “Thank you Jungkookie.” The phrase slurs together in an almost incomprehensible sentence but he hears it as he pulls back, your eyes shutting and your hands dropping and laying limp beside you as you knock out.

Jungkook just stands at the edge of your bed, watching you sleep for a moment before he scurries out to the living room, forgetting about his cereal and collapsing onto the couch to crash, his hands rubbing his eyes almost as if he’s trying to wake himself up from the dream he swears hes in.

His night had been restless, he couldn’t even blame it on sleeping on a couch, he usually did that when he and Hoseok went out and he had to carry his best friend home. No his dreams had consisted of you and that damned latex dress, the small innocent kiss you gave him spurring him on, so he was thankful when he woke up and no longer had to be scared of you walking in on him saying some shit in his sleep.

Hes currently sprawled out on the couch, shirtless with his grey sweats on, one hand tucked behind his head as the other fiddled with his phone, scrolling through instagram and shamelessly rewatching your story for the millionth time. He just couldn’t stop replaying a video of you speaking into the camera, very drunk with a massive smile as you tried to get your friend who was in the background to face the camera, erupting into a laugh that made him smile along.

His finger presses down on his screen, pausing the video as his ears pick up the sound of a bedroom door opening, either Hoseok was up or you were. He wasn’t sure who he was hoping for but when he sees his friend walk out of his room with bedhead he wishes it was you.

Hoseok smacks his lips together a few times, his squinty eyes looking at Jungkook as he smiles, “How’d those jäger shots treat you?”

Jungkook laughs as he recalls Hoseok egging everyone on to take more of them, sitting up and ruffling his wavy hair, “I can still bounce back as quick as I did when I was 16.”

Hoseok just groans, his palm rubbing his forehead, “Wait until you hit 26.” He waddled into the kitchen and begins rummaging around, the sound of pills shaking in a container being a telltale sign that Hoseok desperately needed advil.

“Hungry?” He calls out and Jungkook hums in response, he was very hungry, he hadn’t wanted to get up and make himself food since last time he did he had mistakenly used up the last of your oat milk and you had been furious, tossing the empty carton at his head when you had tried to make yourself a bowl of cereal. “You cool with pancakes?”

“Dude you could give me a still frozen eggo waffle and I’d be grateful.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at his statement, pots and pans clanking together as he sets up and Jungkook winces, your bedroom shared a wall with the kitchen so it was only a matter of time until the noise woke you up.

It takes roughly 15 minutes of Hoseok chatting and the noise of the mixer to stir you from your sleep. Your mouth is dry and your eyes are pulsing from your headache when you fully awake, pushing yourself up from your bed you’re confused as to how you even got into it. The black dress you wore dug into your skin, the straps leaving deep imprints in your shoulders from the way you slept.

“What the hell.” You moan out, rolling your neck and staring down at the mountain of pillows that were laid out in a specific shape. Had Hoseok hauled your ass to bed last night?

The muffled sounds of chatter start back up, the smell of pancakes slipping under the crack in your door and you grin, hoping Hoseok had added chocolate chips into the mix.

Pancakes were a necessity right now, your stomach felt hollow and from past experiences if you waited too long to eat after drinking all night your hangover would last way longer, so you stand up, your sore feet aching as you shuffle to your drawers and pull out comfortable clothes.

When your door creaks open Jungkook stops talking, his fork staying impaled in the pancakes as the sound of your feet padding on the hardwood floor gets closer. Hes sat on the tall barstool facing the breakfast bar, Hoseok stood on the other side of it, both of them in the middle of eating when you finally show yourself.

Your eyes zero in on Jungkook and you frown, hes sitting shirtless, half of his back and side facing you, letting you see the swirls of black ink that cover the majority of his body. Your eyes follow the dragon that starts on his shoulder, tracing the head all the way down as its body curves and twists until the tail peaks away under the hem of his sweats, but you can’t drool over him, no matter how delicious he looked so you opt for being a brat.

“Don’t you have a home?”

Hoseok chokes on his laughter, seeing Jungkooks cheeks redden as he stares back at his plate. Did you not remember planting one on him last night? You were very drunk but c’mon, could the universe throw him a bone for once.

“Here, your stacks are over there, chocolate chips and all.” Hoseok flicks behind him, your gaze following and seeing the plate of pancakes with your name written all over it. The smile you have contrasts deeply with the look you had just given Jungkook, you were a sucker for chocolate chip pancakes.

You walk into the kitchen space and fix yourself up a plate, scooping out some of the leftover eggs in the pan and choosing to stand next to Hobi instead of sitting beside Jungkook. You’re both crammed on the small counter space beside the sink, the two of you had never gotten around to buying a dining table and always suffered the consequences so you always managed. 

You lift up the plate to your nose and inhale, sighing in appreciation, “Hoseok, Iseul is one lucky lady. Why hasn’t she put a ring on it yet?” You tease, setting the plate down and grabbing the syrup bottle to drown your pancakes in the sticky goodness.

Jungkook is blatantly staring at your plate in disgust, his eyes looking between his plate and your own, your pancakes covered in the thick syrup, the excess dripping off and pooling into your eggs.

“Jesus what.” You snap, setting the bottle down rather aggressively, sending him daggers as his face scrunches up at your food.

“Thats fucking disgusting.”

“You like your pancakes bone dry, I don’t fucking judge you so don’t judge me. We’ll see who’s laughing when you’re choking on your dry ass food.”

Hoseok just stands there as he eats his eggs, a stupid smirk on his face as you banter like children. It’s always entertaining for him, he wishes he could record every interaction because you and Jungkook were the same person, the same sick sense of humor and quick drags made for some interesting comebacks.

He can see Jungkook getting increasingly flustered as you both continue shooting insults at each other about breakfast food, the dreaded oat milk fiasco being brought up and when you point your fork at Jungkook threateningly thats when Hoseok steps in as referee. “Alright, alright children enough!”

He raises his arms up, silencing you both and forcing you to drop your makeshift weapon, “Jungkook, you know the oat milk scandal is a sensitive subject so minus 10 points for bringing it up.” Jungkook glares when you poke your tongue out at him, “And Y/N, Jungkooks right, you drowning your shit in syrup is disgusting so minus 15 points for that.” And now Jungkook is grinning at you mockingly, enjoying the shock on your face as you look at Hoseok, calling him a traitor and picking up your plate to go eat in your room since no one fucking appreciates me in this stupid house!

When your door slams shut Jungkook chuckles, his tongue prodding at his cheek as he shakes his head and resumes eating his breakfast. Hoseok holds his coffee cup next to his lip as he stares at his friend, “You two fight like a married couple.”

Jungkook’s reaction is immediate, scoffing and rolling his eyes, “She’s just annoying.”

Hoseok hums, nodding along like he believes Jungkook, “Ah, so are we both still pretending you don’t have it bad for her?”

That gets a real reaction from the younger boy, his eyes darting to the wall that you share with the kitchen before glaring back at his friend, “Dude!” He whines, his shoulders sagging, “Do you want her to hear you?” Hoseok just cackles, grabbing his dishes and placing them in the sink to start washing them. Jungkook just continues grumbling to himself, his fork clanking against the plate as he stabs his pancakes aggressively.

“Give yourself some credit Kook, she doesn’t hate you like you think she does.” Jungkook found that hard to believe, your morning greeting of accusing him of being homeless due to him always being at your place showed him how you really felt, but last night was the first time he had felt like maybe deep down you thought he was cute enough to kiss.

“Last night,” he starts off, setting his fork down, “she came home at like 4am totally wasted, I don’t even know how she managed to climb the stairs up to the front door. I carried her to bed and she uh, she kissed me.” He whispers the last part, his eyes glancing at the shared wall again, praying you were listening to music and not hearing this conversation.

Hoseok shuts off the faucet, whipping around with wide eyes, “Huh? Like coherently kissed you with tongue down your throat or like drunk peck kissed you?”

“The second one.”

The expression on Hoseoks face doesn’t comfort Jungkook, he’s pouting in sympathy, “I mean, she kisses Iseul with tongue and everything-”

“Okay but-wait what?” Jungkook stops himself from interrupting further, his interested piqued in hearing about you and Hoseok’s girlfriend making out. It was a regular occurrence, if you both got drunk enough the compliments began and before Hoseok knew it you and his girlfriend were swapping spit and then acting like nothing happened as you entered the dance floor.

His friend rolls his eyes at the look Jungkook throws at him, “Yeah, I think Iseul loves her more than me.”

“Okay well tell her to get in fucking line.” Jungkook jokes, “But no, she kissed me last night and considering she doesn’t like me within her bubble it has to mean something right?”

Hoseok pats his hands dry as he approaches the breakfast bar again, Jungkook looks unsure, his teeth nibbling on his lip piercing as he stares at him. The conversation had switched over drastically from Jungkook pretending he wouldn’t lay his body across a puddle of water for you to cross, now he looked like a nervous teenager that didn’t want to get rejected by his crush.

“I don’t know dude, you’re gonna have to say something to find out.”

Hoseok knew more than he would ever tell Jungkook, you had openly confessed to wanting to climb him like a tree only if he wore a muzzle a few months back so Hoseok knew Jungkook had a chance at least. The only issue was he wasn’t sure just sleeping with you would be enough for his friend, the crush he had been harboring was too strong for a one night stand and he wasn’t convinced you’d want the same so Hoseok kept his mouth shut, letting you two figure it out.

He tried his best to make it so you two would be around each other, always inviting Jungkook over or inviting you out with them but Jungkook never did himself any favors, he needed you guys to hang out in a different environment that didn’t require loud music and other girls so when his girlfriend suggests taking a weekend trip to her family’s lake cabin he doesn’t think twice before inviting you to join.

The weather lately had been miserable, the highs skyrocketing into the 100s so you didn’t hesitate to say yes, on the condition that you could bring your best friend with you just in case the rest of Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

When the day comes you and your friend have to leave a few hours after the rest of the group does, having to wait for Rina to get off her short morning shift before you embark on the 2 hour drive. So walking into the cabin you’re met with some unfamiliar faces staring back at you from their place on the couch. You give a wave, spotting Iseul on a lounger, she smiles widely and hops up, bounding over to you and wrapping you in a hug.

“Yay, you made it!” She pulls back and greets Rina, standing beside you both and gesturing to the full room. “Guys this is Y/N and Rina.” They all wave back as she starts to introduce them in order, Jimin had red hair and a nose ring, Yoongi had grey hair and a rose tattoo on his hand, The last one to be introduced is Taehyung, brown hair and a wide smile, giving you and your friend a wave. Jungkook and Hoseok give you a wave as well, no introductions needed for them.

Due to your late arrival all the rooms have already been decided on, Jimin and Yoongi lucking out with securing the master suite but you and Rina had no complaints, grateful to have even been invited.

Now that introductions were out of the way and everyone was here Hoseok announces that hes gonna start up the grill outside to make some food. Everyone gets up to start assisting but you and Rina head back out to haul your bags in along with the alcohol and groceries you bought.

The weather is humid and gross, your skin tacky with sweat so you’re wearing the least amount of clothing you can. Already in a stringy gray bikini, a loose cut up tank top and the shortest shorts Jungkook has ever seen on you. Your tattoos on full display, the florals that cover your entire left arm, reaching your shoulder, he follows them up and over his eyes glued to the bold lines on your back that peek out when your shirt moves.

When you bend over to set down the box of drinks he stares at your ass, trailing down the soft skin of your thighs that were bare compared to the rest of your body. Tae elbows him harshly, “So thats Y/N I’m assuming?”

Jungkook grunts in response, swallowing when he sees you pull your hair up, exposing your neck and that tattoo he desperately wants to mark up, “You ever gonna make a move?”

“I don’t have the balls.”

Tae hums, “Great, well I do so see ya.” He slaps his arm and Jungkook thinks hes joking until Taehyung actually makes his way over to you, offering to help carry your bag to your room upstairs. The grateful smile you give him makes Jungkooks face twitch, you only ever smiled at him like that when you were wasted

Taehyung wasn’t actually going to hit on you, he wasn’t a cruel friend. He was just going to flirt harmlessly, give Jungkook a reason to fucking make a move. Rina is all giggles as she watches you follow Tae up the stairs, pointing towards the room you had been assigned.

As he walks in front of you, making friendly conversation you take the time to stare at him. It seems all of Jung Hoseoks friends were fucking god sent, Tae’s fluffy brown hair and kind eyes were easy to warm up to, his style more toned down than Jungkooks, only a few minimal tattoos scattered on his arms.

He sets your bag down on the bed and turns to you with his hands on his hips, “Thank you.” You mutter out, walking over to the window and shutting the blinds slightly to stop the sun from beating into the room and warming it up further.

“Yeah no problem, have you ever been here before?” He asks, making himself comfy on your bed.

“No, never. Super glad to finally have a friend who can say they have a lake house though.”

He agrees whole heartedly, the both of you making your way back out of the room and into the dining room to try to see what you could help out with.

It only takes less than a hour for everyone to gather around the table, munching on their hamburgers and hotdogs as you listen to Hoseok, Yoongi and Iseul talking about the summers they used to spend here during high school, all of them having grown up together.

“You two went to high school together also right?” Iseul speaks up when the laughter dies down, her fingers pointing between you and Jungkook. She smirks to herself when she sees the look on Jungkook’s face, swatting Hoseoks hand away from her side as he tries to pinch her for putting the two of you on the spot, he knows what shes up to.

“Oh, yeah we did.” You sigh, shaking your head as you think back to high school and all the cringeworthy things that happened. “Had a lot of mutual friends but uh, we didn’t have lake house summer hangouts like you guys did. The closest we got was backyard house shows during the summer that reeked of B.O.”

Jungkook lets out a laugh, nodding along as he remembers the shows your group would end up at. The group you had was a pretty huge on, all of the kids in your grade that liked the same music tended to bunch together and do things as a herd so even though you technically went to shows together it wasn’t one on one.

“Wait, do you remember that show the summer after high school where I dove off the stage–“

“Your dumbass always did that.”

He waves you off, determined to tell the story he sort of remembered, “I know, but this time all I remember was jumping off and then waking up with everyone huddled around me trying to call an ambulance.”

Your eyes widen as you recall the exact day he was talking about, it was a typical backyard show with too many underaged kids getting drunk off beer. Everything was set up like it normally was, a makeshift stage and amps against the brick wall with a small crowd huddled around it. The only difference was this house had a pool, an empty one, and although everyone had been cautioned to stay away, once people got hammered nothing mattered.

The crowd surrounding the stage was teetering close to the edge of the pool so you and your friend at the time chose to watch from the sidelines, and thats when a very drunk 17 year old Jungkook hopped onto the stage, wobbling onto the top of the drum kit and catapulting himself into the crowd. They had managed to catch him and started crowd surfing him back, right into the empty pool. Jungkook had been tossed into the deep end, head first and you had seen it all happen.

“There was so much fucking blood.” You shiver as you recall the group of you running into the pool to make sure he was alive. He had managed to bust his head open and as you saw him with blood dripping down his head you realized then that you really didn’t dislike him as much as you claimed you did because you really didn’t want him to die.

Jungkook throws his head back and laughs loudly, morbidly recalling how his friends had told him to go to the hospital in fear that he had a concussion or needed stitches and even though he said he was fine he was lowkey scared to sleep that night and not wake up the morning after.

Everyone laughs along, enjoying the way Jungkook turns a traumatic story into casual conversation. When Jimin asks what he did after he gained consciousness Jungkook just smirks as he drinks the last of his beer before shrugging, “I drank some more and got back into the crowd.”

You just cover your face in second hand embarrassment at the memory, a few laughs slipping out because yeah it had been slightly traumatic but also kinda funny.

“Have you changed much since high school?” You lift your head and see Taehyung had addressed his question to you and Jungkook chuckles under his breath, remembering your quiet demeanor.

It wasn’t until college that you came out of your shell, gaining confidence and experimenting with your fashion and hair colors, the tattoos covering your body increasing quickly. But Jungkook could say your personality has stayed the same, sure you were no longer timid, quick to bite back now but the personality he had found himself latching onto had stayed the same. Even when you two distanced yourselves he always thought of you, he liked to think it was fate that had you and him both knowing Hoseok.

“Definitely, for the better though.” Jungkook eyes his friend like a hawk, the small smirk on his face as he stares at you from across the table, making eye contact for a second before looking back at you. Jungkook sees the way you lean on the table, your cheeks tinting when you see the way he stares at you.

“I’d love to see photos, ya know, to compare.” The laugh you let out has Jungkook sulking. Taehyung was charming, all the girls flocking to him and usually Jungkook was the same but he turned into a jackass around you.

Hoseok sees his sulking friend and claps his hands to get everyones attention, “Alright I’m sure we’re all still sober enough to not fucking drown, lets go swim. I’m melting.”

Rina heads to the room to change since she was still in her work uniform so you wait for her on the back deck, resting on the porch rail and watching as they haul over fold out chairs and floaties to the water.

If you thought Hoseoks friends were hot fully clothed seeing them all taking their shirts off left you speechless, you stand with a wine cooler in your hand as one by one they start undressing. The only ones missing were Tae and Jungkook, both of them having been put on clean up duty.

“I wish this was a brazzers video and I was getting railed by all of them.” Your friend sighs as she pops up beside you and you just nod along, the two of you wiggling your eyebrows at each other.

“You coming?” Taehyung speaks up behind you, smiling to himself from having heard your friends statement and you two jump, your friend scattering away and saving herself from further embarrassment, she had her eyes set on Yoongi so thats who she was currently warming up to.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, taking in his shirtless body, his toned chest out in the sun like the golden god he was and then out comes Jungkook, his long black hair pushed off his face, fully shirtless in black swim trunks. As he stands next to Taehyung your mouth waters at the sight of both of them, Taehyung’s shoulders were wider than Jungkooks but the black and grey art work spanned across both of his arms and chest, leading to his back is definitely your type.

He catches you staring and smiles to himself, making a show of stretching his arm out to wrap around Taehyungs shoulders, shaking up his body, “Race you in?”

When he looks at you too you gulp down the last bit of your drink, setting down the bottle and slipping out of your clothes, not giving them a second glance as you scream out “Go!” and take off.

The dirt you run on slightly burns your feet and when you hear Jungkook and Taehyung catching up you scream, urging your legs to pick up the pace.

“Loser has to skinny dip!” Taehyung adds on to the rules, enjoying the annoyed look Jungkook sends his way, he knew what Taehyung was doing so he lurches forward until he’s right behind you.

You scream again when large tattooed arms wrap around you and haul you up and over their shoulder in a flash. You register that it’s Jungkook when you peak up and see Taehyung struggling to keep up, how Jungkook was able to carry you while also beating him had him baffled.

Jungkook would be damned if you had to strip in front of his friend so he feels no remorse, a smile stretching across his face when he hears you laughing, his hands are wrapped around your thighs just below your butt and he’s tempted to smack it but the cold water of the lake splashing onto his legs snaps him out of it.

“Fuck!” You screech as Jungkook enters the lake, the freezing water shocking you and he laughs again, sliding you off his shoulder to stand up on the lake bed.

“I didn’t expect it to be that cold.” He shivers next to you, dunking his head into the water before popping back up, his labret piercing glimmering in the sun.

Taehyung makes a show of splashing his way in, the water spraying everywhere and it has you shielding your face with a laugh, “Fucking cheater, is this your plan to see me naked Jungkookie?”

Jungkook smacks the water, the droplets spraying across Taehyungs face but he embraces it, laying back to float on the water with a smile, “No one said anything about getting naked until you spoke up, just say you wanna show off your monster cock and go.” He jokes, hearing Taehyung explode into laughter, choking slightly on the water as his head slips under from laughing.

You roll your eyes at the topic of dicks, “I don’t have a monster cock, unless you’re into that.” Taehyung teases you, trying to get further under Jungkook’s skin

“I could be.” You play along, it was now Jungkooks turn to roll his eyes, sinking further into the water until only his eyes were visible, could he drown himself here? He’s pretty sure you wouldn’t even notice if he didn’t come back up for air considering your eyes were glued to his friend. Jungkook was going to fucking strangle Hoseok for inviting him.

His eyes drift over to the right, seeing Hoseok, Iseul, Yoongi & Rina taking turns jumping off of it while Jimin floats on a flamingo floatie a few feet away. He starts to paddle his way over, not hearing any protest from you or his friend just reassures him that he made the right choice.

When Taehyung deems Jungkook is far enough he calls you closer, “Wanna know a secret?” That piques your interest, inching towards him with a curious face, “What if I told you I know someone who has a massive heart on for you.”

“Heart on?”

He laughs again, raking his hair off his face and nodding at you, “Yeah heart on, like a boner but for your heart.”

Note to self, yes all of Jung Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

“I would tell you that I hope the person you say isn’t secretly married with kids.”

He floats onto his back again, his arms lazily paddling him to circle around you, “Oh no, our Jungkookie is definitely single.” He brings one hand up to cover his mouth, pretending to have slipped up.

“So what you’re saying is you don’t wanna fuck me?”

Your response is not one he expects but the way he bursts into laughter makes you smile, you had caught on to Taehyung’s antics, noting how he was friendly when you two were alone and only amped his flirting when Jungkook was present. You weren’t sure why he was using you to irritate Jungkook but if what he said was true it surprised you.

His loud laugh draws everyones attention and he rights himself up as to not choke on water again, “Like a brazzers video was it?” He teases, “He told me about your little smooch a few weeks ago.”

“Im sorry our little what?”

He wipes the water off his face, “Yeah, you came home drunk as fuck and he took you to bed and your predator ass planted one on him, with no consent. Shame on you.”

You splash water onto him, Jungkook sees it from his spot on the pier, a scowl on his face at seeing you acting playful with his friend, blissfully unaware that he was the topic of your discussion.

“Can you please grow a pair and tell her you love her.” Iseul moans out when she sees the look on the youngests face.

“Wait what?” Your friend asks and Jungkook turns around to give Iseul and Hoseok an exasperated look, “Seriously?”

Iseul just shrugs from her spot sat on the wood, not giving a damn about outing his crush in front of your friend and Hoseok just smiles, his foot planting on the center of Iseuls back and giving her a shove until she screams as she gets pushed into the water, beer bottle and all. He gives Jungkook a highfive until Iseul pops back up, her eyes full of rage as she holds up her ruined drink, “Jung Hoseok what the fuck!”

“Sorry babe, you kinda deserved it.”

Rina nudges Jungkook with her knee, her face making it very clear that Jungkook needs to fess up before she very loudly called you over. He sighs and hauls himself up until he’s standing and even though he’s towering over her Rinas face doesn’t soften, “Stop staring at me like that.” He grunts, “I just have a crush on her, its not like I confessed to something despicable.”

She crosses her hands over her chest as she stares at you and Taehyung still talking in the water and she can tell you’re not into him, you were both playful but she knew you very well, your flirting tactics not coming out to play with Taehyung but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice this. She also knew that you’d secretly bend over for Jungkook if he ever asked but he didn’t have to know that right now, “Well you better say something cause it looks like your buddys making more progress in one day than you have the entire time you’ve known her.”

He groans in annoyance again, flicking water droplets at her face and deciding he was over this conversation, walking back to the cabin, not caring that he was dripping water everywhere.

You see him stalking away looking pissed off and Taehyung smirks, after coming to terms with the fact that you had in fact kissed Jeon Jungkook it only took a few more minutes of talking for you to also start confessing to not exactly being opposed to sleeping with him as well. Taehyung nudges your shoulder, “I swear to god if you don’t follow him I will be offended. No ones telling you to bang him, just talk because he swears you hate him.”

When you turn to glare at him he spits water at you until you’re relenting, “Fine, but if this is some sick prank I’ll shove my foot up your ass.”

“Ooh kinky.” He winks at you, laughing and beginning to paddle away when you turn and start wading out of the water. The sun beats on your back as you step out of the cold water, and you’re tempted to just go back and act like your conversation with Taehyung never happened but you’re curious now.

When you reach the back porch you hose yourself down, getting rid of any of the mud you trudged over before patting yourself dry with the towel you laid over the porch railing.

From the pier Iseul is pulling herself back up, announcing that she was about to go inside but Hoseok grabs her, all of them noticing you following Jungkook, “Fuck no, Y/N and Jungkook are the only ones in the house.”

She lets Hoseok keep his arms wrapped around her and smiles, crediting herself for being the one to push you two together and Hoseok groans, attempting to push her back into the water but she latches onto him, making them both tumble in with a splash.

You shut out their screams when you step into the house and close the sliding door, entering the kitchen and spotting Jungkook stood against the island, one of your wine coolers held against his lips. When he sees you staring at it he pulls it away quickly, “Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before grabbing one.” The last thing he needed was another oat milk fiasco.

You just shrug as you approach the island, resting your body against the granite across from him, “Nah, help yourself. Whats got your panties in a bunch?”

He sets the bottle down softly as he watches you, your hands clasped together, stretched out in front of you as you bent over the counter innocently. His teeth tug at the bar in the center of his lip, his inky strands covering his eyes but you can see his gaze peeking through, “Did I ever do anything to you for you to dislike me this much?”

You straighten up at his question, a frown tugging at your lips, you didn’t dislike him, you found him immature and he liked to push your buttons on purpose but you knew he was harmless. Obviously Jungkook didn’t know this considering Taehyung had just told you he thinks you hate him. “What, Jungkook I don’t dislike you?”

He scoffs, taking a swig of his drink with his brows raised, not believing you in the slightest, “Then why are you so mean to me when ever I’m around you.”

“Because you’re mean to me! You always say shit to get under my skin.”

Jungkook laughs at that, pushing his hair back and tossing the empty bottle into the paper bag set up on the counter, “Yeah because you’re easy to annoy.”

Your arms stretch out at his statement, “And so are you, you don’t see me moping like a baby. Besides I didn’t do anything to you out there so don’t try to pin your bad attitude on me today.”

He opens the fridge again, pulling out a water bottle instead before turning back around and staring at you, “Really, you didn’t do anything?”

You glare right back at him, walking around to meet him and snatch the water bottle out of his hands, call it even for him taking one of your wine coolers. “Please enlighten me on how I managed to ruin your day by not saying a word to you.”

Between you two running into the lake until he paddled away the only exchange you had was a curse word & Jungkook acknowledging the freezing water, where could you have possibly pissed him off.

He chooses on foregoing grabbing another water, his hands crossing over his chest, the muscles bulging out at the action but you force yourself to look away, “You objectifying my friend and talking about his monster cock isn’t you doing anything?”

You freeze from drinking the water, your cheeks ballooning out as you keep it in your mouth because what the fuck. Objectifying? You swallow the liquid, full on laughing now, theres no way he’s being serious. “You were the one that brought up his dick, are you dense?”

Okay, you had him there but he wasn’t going to admit defeat that easy, “Sure and you kept it going.”

You laugh louder at that, twisting the cap back onto the water bottle and tossing it at his chest lightly, smirking when you see him scramble to catch it, “The amount of times I’ve had to hear unwarranted stories about your dick in or around someone is fine but me joking with Taehyung is crossing a line?”

Jungkook presses his lips together, his mind repeating what everyone has been telling him all day. Tell her you jackass. “Yes because it fucking sucks hearing that shit from you.” He bites his tongue, stopping himself from blurting out the most important part, but his statement is enough to get you to believe what Taehyung had said earlier. Did Jungkook actually have a heart on for you?

“Why, are you jealous?”

“Yes.” He admits almost immediately, his response catching you both off guard, but the smirk on your face only gets bigger. Jungkook is wary of your reaction, not exactly fond of the way you look like you just caught your prey. When you reach out, your fingers gently touching his shoulders his wariness only deepens.

“Why would you be jealous about me wanting to fuck your friend?” Jungkook says nothing, your fingers continuing to trail up and down his shoulders softly and he likes the feeling of you touching him, wanting to lean into your touch but he’s not sure if you’re fucking with him or not. “Who knew all it would take was one kiss for Jeon Jungkook to get possessive.”

He blanches at your sentence, “Wait you remember?”

“Of course I do,” you lie, not wanting to tell him that Taehyung had been the one to remind you. You wanted to see how far you could push him until he admitted to something. The typical Jungkook you were used to was the one who went to bars and clubs and managed to score a handful of girls numbers before taking one home, the countless stories you’ve heard being proof of that. The Jungkook stood in front of you did not live up to the reputation you had seen.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I mean you were wasted so I just didn’t think you’d remember...” he trails off, unconsciously stepping back until hes pressed against the fridge.

“You wanna refresh my memory?” You’re half teasing him, half serious, enjoying seeing Jungkook looking like he’s about to explode.

He doesn’t get a chance to respond, the sound of the sliding door making you take a big step back before looking over. Jimin had his head peeking through the opening, a small grimace on his face as he realizes he interrupted something, “Sorry, we’re gonna go tubing if you guys wanna join.”

Jungkook hopes you say no because he can’t find the balls to speak up but you nod instead, turning to face Jungkook again, “Maybe later then.” Is all you say before turning around and following Jimin back out to the lake.

He watches you leave, bending over the island and groaning into the granite, where had that come from and why was he kinda into the way you spoke to him? Jungkook stands back up, taking a gulp of his water and following after you and Jimin.

Even when you’re all gathered on the boat, Rina being dragged in a giant circle tube beside Yoongi the both of them screaming, he can’t get your conversation out of him mind. His eyes focused in on seeing you laughing hysterically as you record your friend, a smile spreading across his face because your laugh is contagious.

When you hop onto the tube next, dragging Taehyung with you to further egg Jungkook on, Jimin slides over beside Jungkook and sighs, “Sorry about barging in earlier.” Jungkook just shakes his head, telling him not to worry about it, he didn’t mind it. Your words had spurred him on and all he wanted to do now was rip off that lifejacket you wore and take you in front of his friends but he knew no one would appreciate it.

Later in the night everyone gathers inside and does their own thing, a few people playing board games while you retreat into your room, feeling sluggish from the water and sun so you sleep through the dinner everyone eats.

When you finally emerge from the room, your hair damp from your shower you find the living room dimly lit and empty, the clock above the stove letting you know it was 9 at night. There was two plates left out on the counter, wrapped in foil and you knew it was meant for you. As you near it you see the scrap of paper next to it, Iseul’s handwriting standing out.

Left on a hike to go stargazing, text us when its clear to come back.

You frown at the message, what did she mean by that?

Regardless you peel back the foil and smile at the food she had left for you, popping it into the microwave and picking yourself up to hop onto the counter as you wait.

When you slip your phone out and start to scroll through your socials the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs scares you, your eyes flicking up and seeing Jungkook trudging down, a baggy crew neck on him and his face looking flushed from the sun hitting it.

“You didn’t go on the hike?” You ask as he approaches you slowly, his face looks sleepy and you can tell he also took a nap from the way his eyes blink at you lazily.

“Hike?” He rasps out, his hand ruffling up his already messy hair, a small frown on his face from the foggy feeling he still had from just waking up.

“Yeah,” you hum, pulling out your plate and starting to eat it on the counter, “they left on a hike or something. Theres a plate there if you haven’t already eaten.”

He looks at where you’re pointing and he smiles when he sees it, his eyes also spotting the note left and skimming it. His friends were such instigators.

He lingers behind you, torn between eating or doing something to you. You’re hunched over the counter, your legs rocking you against it as you happily much on some of the roasted potatoes. His eyes lingered on your legs, your skin still exposed in a loose pair of cotton shorts, a baggy tshirt hanging off your shoulder and letting him see the tattoo of a bee hovering over a sunflower.

You can feel him stood behind you and you freeze, looking over your shoulder at him with your brows raised, “Why are you standing like that?”

He shakes his head, relaxing the stiff way he stood and leaning against the counter instead, flicking his hair out of his face as you keep staring at him. “Just thinking about what you said earlier.”

You pop a piece of chicken in your mouth as you hum, “What did I say?” pretending to act confused, a smirk curling up on your lip when you see the deadpan look he give you as he pushes off the counter.

The nervous Jungkook from earlier is gone, the shock from you egging him on earlier had passed and it just solidified that he wanted to have you. “About me refreshing your memory of our little rendezvous.”

You laugh at his term, setting your fork down to fully turn to him, “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

He smirks at you, now standing a foot away from you, your back pressed against the counter as you craned your head up to stare at him, “Among other things.”

“Other things?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, his hand reaching out to cup under your chin gently, “I’d like to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you’re crying. If you’re into that.” He smiles at the small gasp you let out, your eyes gleaming with desire at his words. You had thought you had the one up on him earlier but his change was a welcomed one, you wanted to experience the Jungkook you had heard about, rough and cocky.

You rest back onto your elbows as you stare at him, letting his thumb rub under your lip, “Oh really? Are you all talk?”

Jungkook scoffs, dropping his hands to cage you between him and the counter, his head dropping down a bit until your noses nudged together. “No, I always deliver.”

You don’t get a chance to respond, his head tilting slightly until your lips are together, the cold bar of his piercing pressing against you. Jungkook feels you relax into the kiss, glad that you weren’t pushing him away like he always swore you would. When he tests the water, gently licking his way into your mouth you groan, your hands coming up to clutch onto his sweater to tug him closer until his leg is between yours.

Kissing Jungkook felt natural, maybe it was the pent of sexual frustration you two had apparently had with one another but you just wanted to get to it. You drop one hand to trail down his thigh, palming his growing erection through his sweats.

He groans, pulling back from the kiss to rest his forehead against your, his soft breaths hitting your face as you continue to stroke him. “Feel that?” He hums softly, “Just wanna fuck you.”

You laugh gently, kissing his neck and feeling him roll his hips into your grasp, “How are you supposed to make me cry when you’re this needy?” Your teeth nip his skin, his hips stuttering when you do.

Jungkook just chuckles, the sound continuing when he trails his own hand down until hes dipping into waistband of your shorts, his fingers coming into contact with the wet spot on your underwear, “Keep it up.” He warns, “I’ll remember that in a bit.”

Your hands tighten their hold on him when he pushes your underwear aside to touch you directly, his fingers teasing your skin softly until he’s rolling your clit in a tantalizing manner. When you drop your head back and glare at him he just smiles, “Who’s needy now?”

“Still not crying.” You bite back.

Jungkook looks at you with his brows raised, new set determination on his face as he nods, stepping back from you and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down your legs in a flash.

The cool air inside hits your wet folds and you gasp, kicking your discarded clothing aside on the floor and letting him drop to his knees in front of you. His long hair falls in front of his eyes, his hands grasping the top of your thighs to slide your legs apart with a grin.

He can see you wanting to speak up so he beats you to the punch, his nose nudging into your clit as he teasingly dips his tongue in between your folds to lick a broad stripe up. You let out a shuddered laugh, your hands reaching down to tangle in his head when he spreads you open with his fingers and starts to eat you out like a man starved.

Your eyes shut, your head falling back at a particular hard suck he gives your clit, his tongue going back to circle around your entrance to lap up your wetness. He groans at the taste of you, your hands tugging at his hair when he falls into a rhythm that has you quivering.

He slips two fingers into you, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him making him moan in anticipation of how you would feel around his cock.

Just like Jungkook is in every aspect of his life, he’s shameless in the way he pleasures you, the sounds of him slurping against you in combination with his fingers thrusting into you has you hurdling towards the edge faster than you’d like to admit.

You rest your weight on your elbow behind you, feeling your legs start to tremble and Jungkook notices, his arm wrapping around your thigh to help stabilize you. He can’t even get himself to gloat at having you fall apart this quickly, instead he enjoys you rolling your hips into his face, tugging his hair hard, your inner walls spasming as you reach your climax.

“Oh fuck.” You moan out, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body is lit up, Jungkooks tongue continuing to flick your clit as you cum, his fingers slowing down slightly as you come down.

He can hear you breathing harshly, your fingers gently raking through his hair while he gives your pussy one last kiss before hes standing back up. His mouth and chin are covered in your arousal, his hand tugs up his shirt to wipe at his face, peeling it off his body and tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

“You’re not crying but its a start.” He mumbles out, his eyes trailing over your face as you stare at him fucked out. His talk was true, the small tidbits you’ve heard of him being able to make girls cum in record time hadn’t been a lie to boost his ego.

You look between you both, seeing his cock tenting in his sweats and you smile as you reach your hand into them, wrapping around his heavy length. He sees how your eyes widen at his size, you can tell he’s big and you haven’t even properly seen it yet.

When you tug them off you marvel at his size, big dicks would forever be your weakness and of course he’d have one. “I really wanna suck your dick,” you start, a small smile creeping up on your face as you give his cock a small pump, “but I’m not trying to barf my dinner up on the floor. Can’t have two girls puking over your dick in your lifetime right?” You knew his dick would make you choke and if you hadn’t just eaten you wouldn’t care, but barfing was definitely not a kink of yours.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, a laugh escaping his lips, “You’re the worst.” He shuts his eyes as you both start to chuckle. Jungkook doesn’t care, he was trying to make you cry, he didn’t need to have his dick sucked to do that.

“Its not just my height thats Titan size huh.” He jokes, laughing harder when you release his dick and groan, your faux annoyance being shown when you let him slide your shirt off of you, his hands coming up to cup your exposed breasts.

“No, I am not calling your dick Titan sized.”

“Oh no?” He asks, stepping closer until his length is pressed between your folds, a slow thrust starting that has you groaning, “This Titan dick can make you feel real good though.” He can barely utter out the sentence until he’s laughing again, burying his head into your neck at how stupid he sounded.

“You’re insufferable, I swear if you have an attack on titan fantasy I am walking away.” He lets out a playful whine, his mouth latching onto that tattoo he always wanted to kiss, his tongue softly licking at the skin as he sucks it, pulling back and humming when he sees the purple splotch in between the petals of the peony.

“I’m not that big of a weeb, can still make you feel good tho.” He mutters giving your lips another kiss, feeling you smile against him, your hands pushing him back by the chest.

You turn around, bending over the counter and shaking your hips slightly, “Show me.”

He bites his lip, his eyes staring at the slick coating your pussy, trailing down your thighs and he feels his dick twitch, not needing to be told twice. Jungkook presses his length against you, rutting between your folds, the both of you sighing as he coats his dick in your wetness.

“Remember, I wanna see you crying.” Is all he says before he’s pushing into you, the tip of him slipping in and he marvels at the way you spread around his girth as he thrusts further into you, a small moan leaving you when he bottoms out.

You wanna tell him that you won’t be crying tonight but the way he fills you up has you seeing stars, his dick nudging all the right spots inside of you so all you can do is tighten your walls around him and gasp for him to move.

Jungkook grasps your hips, his thumb tracing the outline of your back tattoo as he pulls back and starts a slow pace, determined to find the rhythm that has you falling apart.

When your hands grip the counter in front of you, helplessly trying to find purchase, your fingers knock into your dinner plate and swipe it into the sink beside you but you don’t register the noise and Jungkook grins when he hears the loud moan coming from you when he dick hits the back wall of your cervix.

You’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, so the feel of his thick cock stretching you open has you keening, your hips rutting back to meet his thrusts that have grown in speed, “Who’s needy now huh?” He grunts out, loving the sound of your skin slapping together, “Trying to fuck yourself on my cock, maybe you should do all the work then.”

When his hips still you whimper, twisting your head around to see him giving you an evil smirk, “Go on.” He urges, guiding your hips with his hands to get your started.

A heavy sigh fills the air as your hands press firmly onto the counter to ground yourself as you start to rock back onto him, a slow start until your need to cum again takes over and you speed up your movements.

“Good girl.” He praises, his hand reaching forward to push your hair over your shoulder, his hand trailing down your spine until it reaches your ass, his hand palming your flesh as he groans when he locks into the view of his dick, seeing the way you’re creaming on it.

The sweetest moans reach his ears, he can feel the way your velvety walls tighten around him further, “Fuck Jungkook.” You moan out, you can feel the sweat building up on your skin from exertion and he takes sympathy on you, knowing you want to cum again.

He leans over a presses a kiss against your shoulder before he takes over again, resuming the brutal pace he was pounding you with earlier and you sigh in relief, fully slumping forward and letting him have his way with you.

“You feel so good Jungkookie.” You breathe out and he smiles as he lets his hand slip around to your front, his fingers finding your clit again and the contact has you moaning again. His rough hands helping you reach your peek again, “Oh my god, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t plan on it, loving the way you’re clamping down on him and mumbling nonsense into the cool granite, “Don’t worry, I got you.”

With a few more thrusts you’re falling apart, pressing your forehead against the counter and moaning his name out louder than you thought was possible. Your friends made a good call vacating the house because there was no way you’d be able to keep quiet.

“Thats it.” He coos, pulling his hand away from your clit without slowing down his pace. Your legs felt like jello, glad you had a place to rest on while he continued to jackhammer into you. The first signs of overstimulation started to prick into you, small whines leaving your lips and Jungkook takes notice.

He pulls out of you slowly, his hands grasping your hips to turn you around. Your body is pliable in his hands, letting him move you and haul you up onto the counter, your feet dangling off the edge and a hazy smile on your face.

He presses another kiss against you, letting your tongues tangle together as he grabs your arms and wraps them around his neck, coming back down to hook under your thighs as he slides back into you.

The way you groan into his mouth makes his cock throb, your soaking entrance letting him glide right into you, “Hurts.” You whine out softly when he starts to thrust, not sure if you’d be able to handle another orgasm but Jungkook shushes you softly with another kiss.

“You can do one more for me right baby?” He asks, sucking on your lower lip as he rocks into you slowly. His eyes are half lidded and you can feel how hard he is in you, your body still trembling slightly from your last orgasm but you nod anyways, letting him kiss his way down your face until he reaches your neck again, soft praises leaving his lips.

Your fingers tangle into his hair again as you slump against him, letting him hold you up. You trail along his tattoos, tracing the giant death moth spanned across his collarbone, the tip of the wing reaching the bottom of his neck.

He’s grunting softly against you, getting lost in the feeling of you, the added touches and kisses you plant on his skin igniting the fire inside him. His arms scoop you closer, his hands spreading against your lower back as he speeds up his thrusts, your legs still wrapped around his arms.

The way his dick curves inside you has you moaning again, the pleasure creeping back up and your head falls back as you feel the pressure building again. You’re not sure you could handle coming again but Jungkook seems determined to get you there, rolling into you, the feeling of his pelvis rubbing your clit is too much. Your hands cling onto his back, your fingers digging into the flames and dragon that occupied the space.

“Fuck I can feel you squeezing me.” He gasps out, “You can cum again sweetheart its okay.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, hearing him grunting into your ear, his voice dropping into a gravel as he nears his edge as well. You’re clinging onto him for your life, gasping loudly when you reach your third orgasm of the night, the force of it making your mind go blank.

You don’t tune into to the small shriek of his name, the growl he lets out when you tighten around him tighter than before, his hips rearing into yours in a sloppier way until he’s cumming, hips surging forward to bury himself deeper into you as his cock twitches.

You come back when he moans your name out, the feeling of his cum filling you up making you mewl against him. He thrusts shallowly a few more times before pulling out with a sigh, letting your legs fall limp over the edge.

His cum drips out of you, slipping through your folds and down your ass until it pools onto the counter beneath you and he smirks, his eyes coming up to look at you and his expression gets bigger when he sees the tear streaks on your cheeks. His hand cups them, his thumb sliding across your face and wiping them with a laugh, “I told you I’d make you cry.”

You don’t have it in you to be the usual brat you are with him, not after cumming this hard three times in a row so you just pout at him and lean forward to kiss him again, this time being more gentle and slow paced than the last.

“How was that?” He mumbles against your lips, letting you pull him in to you, wrapping your arms around his tiny waist as you nuzzle into his chest.

Jungkook feels you laughing against his skin, “How was that?” You mock as you give him a squeeze, “Let’s just say I’ll cry over your Titan cock any day.”

The both of you burst into laughter, Jungkook pressing a kiss onto the top of your head as you two just stay there. Jungkook and you had officially crossed the line from being bratty friends to sleeping with each other. Neither of you knew what it meant but it seemed like a conversation for tomorrow morning, right now you were content with just holding him.

So when your phone vibrates beside you you’re reluctant to pull away, so Jungkook compromises by reaching it for you and handing it over.

You see its a message from Iseul and you unlock it, your face heating up as you groan and show the message to Jungkook, his face turning just as red as he sees what she sent.

Iseul 10:15pm : Thank you for the show, I hope you two realize we have security cameras in the kitchen and living room you horn dogs.

The two of you peek over at the corner of the room giving a wave and smiling shyly at the blinking security camera staring back at you. Maybe she could send you the footage for keepsake.

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[pseudofaux]

hi!! plz if you dont mind could you do some doctor play with kyle from ikerev?

I COULD AND I WILL! 😍 The good doctor is always in on this blog.

Thanks so much for requesting! 🩺 I wanted to make this sexy for the doctor play but definitely keep it playful, because I really like that part of the Alice/Kyle dynamic. I hope you will see and enjoy this!

(Requests are closed, readers, but there are a lot to be filled in May and likely June, too! Feel free to follow along or just check in and enjoy as many as you like. A masterlist will go up when they are all completed.)

“You’re really compromising my professional integrity here,” he drawls.

“Good thing you aren’t held to a professional standard after ten at night. In my room.” She gives his hand a squeeze for good measure.

“...point taken.”

He still sounds strained, so she pauses and looks at his face.

“It’s okay,” Kyle assures her. “This is just... weird, outside of the clinic.”

“Is it too weird?”

“Did I say it was?”

She rolls her eyes and gives his hand a yank for good measure. “Don’t make fun of me. You said we could try.”

“I did. So,” he begins loudly, taking back his hand and using it to tap a folder she nicked from the clinic for just this reason, “I believe you mentioned some ‘enhanced sensitivities that are making everyday life more difficult’. What can you tell me about what’s going on?”

He has the exact lazy, gentle, warm tone she loves to listen to when he’s actually working. He looks so normal there in the chair beside her bed, a little lazy but not inattentive, and his hair is mussed from a long day and he’s one one leg over the other. He looks so good her feet start swinging, hanging off the edge of her mattress.

“Well, Kyle, I—”

“It’s Dr. Ash, actually,” he chimes in. He sounds bored but since he never actually corrects people he must be doing this because he’s committed to the play she asked for. She pulls her lips into her mouth so she doesn’t laugh.

“Dr. Ash,” she amends respectfully.

“I went to medical college,” he points out. “You’re not seeing a quack, here.”

“Can we get to the point?” she hisses. He does not pull his lips into his mouth, he laughs openly at her and waves her on.

“Doctor Ash,” she stresses, “I’m having a very hard time lately because— well, this is embarrassing...” and even though it was her idea, it is embarrassing. She’s not comfortable saying what she was thinking. It seemed like a really good idea all week when she was working up her nerve, but now that they are actually here, her nerve seems to have left her to do this on her own.

“Don’t worry,” Kyle drawls. “I’ve seen it all before.”

“...have you.” She can’t help glaring at him.

“Oh, right, sorry. Uh... just be honest, I’m here to help.”

“Well, it’s my chest, you see.”

Kyle cocks an eyebrow at her, more curious than seductive. If she’s honest with herself, even his curious expression is very appealing. “Are you experiencing any pain?” he asks. “How long has this been going on?”

“Ages,” she says, leaning into the drama of their little play. “And it’s not pain, exactly. More like... sensitivity, like I reported.”

He taps his chin thoughtfully with the folder. “Can you show me where on your chest, exactly?”

She nods, takes a deep breath, and cups her breasts. The way his eyes widen and shoot to hers is extremely satisfying.

“Didn’t realize you meant this,” he says under his breath.

“Well, I did,” she shoots back under hers. “This, specifically,” she says in her normal voice, and thumbs her nipples. She can’t remember the last time she was so bold, but his interest is evident so she sticks with her plan. Now they are getting somewhere!

They go back and forth a bit more, and eventually he asks her to remove her shirt. Victory bubbles like fresh fizzy lemonade in every one of her fingers as she undoes the ribbon she wears under her collar, then all the buttons. By that point her nipples actually do ache, needing his touch, used to his mouth by this point in the night. They feel vulnerable but not in a way that desires hiding. Not that she could, when each peak is so obvious through her chemise.

“I see why you’d be concerned,” Kyle says drily. She shoots him a look and he holds up his hands, one still clutching the empty folder. “Sorry,” he mouths.

“No you’re not,” she hisses.

“You want to stop, or...?”

“I want you to do it right!”

He holds up the folder again and clears his throat.

Kyle touches the stethoscope he wore into her room, slung behind his neck. “I’m going to listen to your heartbeat,” he tells her. She nods.

“You’re going to feel me touch,” he says quietly, and she’s heard those words a hundred times but never said in such a way. It makes her heartbeat start to skip, trip, run inside her ribs. Now they’re getting somewhere.

The little disc presses into her just above the lace that edges her chemise, and it is so cold she flinches. His hand comes to her arm to hold her in place. “Sorry about that,” he murmurs. He opens his mouth and expels warm air onto the spot the stethoscope chilled. “Better?”

“Yes,” she says, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

He hums quietly (that means good, she recognizes that sound as well as she knows his snores), and then presses the disc to her again, following the edge of the lace. It’s a slow, careful progression.

“Good, good, can hear your heartbeat,” he says, voice thick.

“No you can’t,” she hisses.

“Did you go to medical college?”

“You don’t even have it in your ears!”

“What? Oh— aww, to hell with this thing,” he says, chucking the stethoscope over his shoulder. It thumps forlornly against the carpet of her room, but she can’t spare it any thought because two green-gold eyes are looking right at her as he slides the right strap of her chemise off her shoulder and fishes out her breast.

“Medicine is about careful observation,” he tells her, in a voice some men use to tell their lovers significantly more romantic things. She doesn’t mention his careful stethoscope use, but he tweaks her nipple anyway. The pull immediately registers between her legs and her breathing becomes something more like panting.

He hums, frees the other breast, and tweaks that nipple, too. Her naked shoulders hunch forward in a protective measure but he doesn’t let go, so the pull becomes a sweet, sharp pain, and her whimper is plain in the air between them.

“Oh, good,” he murmurs. “I know you expressed concern, but this all seems like normal sensitivity to me.”

She’s trying to play along, but her voice is very pleading when she asks “Does it?”

Kyle nods and frowns in concentration as he gets a wider grasp, then gently pinches. “Feel that?”

It’s a good thing they are in her bedroom, because her noise of assent would definitely echo off the tiles of the clinic and is generally inappropriate in any professional setting.

He’s massaging her now, moving the captive flesh between his thumb and finger, and honestly the gentle pull feels like milking and she has to squeeze her comforter below her hands so she doesn’t swoon. “What... are you doing?” she manages to ask. Her voice is complete lust, it feels like all of her is complete lust.

“Carefully examining my patient,” he says quietly, and indeed he is looking at the tip of her breast very carefully. “Please stop distracting me, my work is very important.”

That’s what he says, but there’s some red high on his cheeks, and she’s never seen him wet his lips so often while giving a patient an exam. Nor ever massage them like this. Thank goodness.

When he starts working her other breast at the same time, she struggles to keep up the act. He’s never touched her like this before, and being half clothed while he’s all buttoned up and leaning in to slowly milk her or whatever he’s doing while she sits less and less primly on her bed... maybe they’re close enough to breaking character? That was the whole point. Should she just give it up and pull him into bed?

“You’re going to feel me touch,” he whispers, and it’s said gently but it is a declaration, not a warning. Even half-dazed, he puts the stress on just the right word to make the meaning clear: he’s going to touch her and she will feel it.

Kyle turns his hands so he can cup her breasts with his fingers. There’s another of his warm breaths, so warm it makes her nipple feel as dewy as her slit, and then he takes it in his mouth without letting go of his grip on her. His suck is so strong— or maybe she’s so sensitized— that she shrieks, the sound tiny but alarmed. He shoots her a lazy glare, then closes his eyes and says “Quiet, please,” around a mouthful of her breast before he does it again.

“Kyle,” she says in a small voice. “I—”

He sighs through his nose, the huff of his breath blowing onto her like a cloud. She feels him everywhere. “As I said, it’s ‘Doctor Ash’, actually,” he corrects as he moves to her other breast.

She repeats it with a shaky voice but the last syllable becomes a wail she keeps in at the very last minute by clamping her mouth shut as he sucks even harder on the other nipple.

He lets her fall from his mouth but doesn’t move back. Gravely, he tells her “That reaction makes me think this is a very extreme case.”

“Oh no,” she says. She wishes she could play up her concern for the sake of this game, but the words just fall out of her with even less grace than her wet nipple tumbled out of his mouth when he let her go. Only with his mouth, of course. His hands are still on her, still working her. She tells herself that’s why she can’t stop squeezing her thighs together. “What do you recommend, doctor?”

“Bed rest,” he whispers. He’s rubbing her nipple with his nose and he is so attractive she is going to die if he doesn’t touch her more.

“Oh thank goodness,” she sighs, throwing her arms around him. She can hear his muffled laugh as he lets go to slip his arms around her and use the embrace to push her back to the comforter.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs before he puts his hands right back where they were and begins to kiss her throat. “I have a very specific treatment plan in mind.”

She moans when he finds the spot she likes, high on the left side. “Tell me more,” she begs.

But he doesn’t. He shows her instead. Thankfully, the treatment plan is very thorough.

#ikerev fanfiction #ikerev fanfic #ikerev kyle #kyle ash #ikemen revolution fanfiction #pseu slings

[maschotch]

the thing about cm is that there is only a handful of characters you could do for the ask game lmao I'm putting in derek, megan kane and strauss.

derek morgan

first impression: i thought the thing he did with the whole "okay im the unsub. what am i thinking" in the early seasons was soooo funny i thought he was crazy. then gideon started acting up

impression now: i'd die for him. idk what else to say.

favorite moment: i really love the moment in empty planet with the car bomb

idea for a story: i wanna know what it was like the first couple days he joined the bau. i wanna know his first impressions of hotch and gideon

unpopular opinion: the bald head + clean shaven look is ugly. egg.

favorite relationship: his relationship with garcia is sooo so sweet and precious i just think they really have something special

favorite headcanon: he's fucked sean

megan kane

first impression: womf hot??

impression now: WOMF HOT??

favorite moment: when she tips the guys head back to drink the poison as he's strapped to the chair and when he starts actually struggling bc he's dying she shakes her head mockingly and pouts. like wowie

idea for a story: au where hotch gets there before she drinks the poison and she convinces him to live out his #vigilantedreams

unpopular opinion: i dont think she's overrated but i dont think yall know why you like her?

favorite relationship: her and hotch ig? i dont really have an option do i? not that i would pick anything else i think that considering how little time they actually spent interacting, their impact on each other was so powerful

favorite headcanon: she decided she was going to kill herself well before the events of the episode. from the moment she bought the list, she knew how it was going to end

strauss

first impression: fuckin hated her?? why did she literally act like it was her life's mission to ruin hotch's life for no reason??

impression now: they definitely expanded on her character and made her more interesting. now she's just the little femdom of the fbi

favorite moment: is it rude to say her death? i dont mean that in a negative way like i genuinely found that whole scene so moving.. like the first time i watched it and it was pretty clear she was gonna die i was like :/ whatever just another lame cm death. but when hotch found her and held her? as he apologized for something he said years ago? and he tries to soothe her while she fades away and her grip on his arms falls? fuck man. that hit different kajshgl

idea for a story: literally alex blake backstory in my mouth please please please youre nothing

unpopular opinion: tbh i have no idea what other people think of strauss, so i dont really have a gauge on what's popular. emily's fucked her for sure ig

favorite relationship: strauss/blake foreverrrrrr wowzaaa

favorite headcanon: i think she has a green thumb. it's a calming activity that makes her feel useful and doesn't take up a lot of time.

#i love you but i am beggging you to send one character at a time. yall know i like to write essays #asks #derek morgan #erin strauss #endgame spoilers

[strosmkai-rum]

ADDITIONAL DRAGON SHOUT USE HEADCANONS

note: these are headcanons for the use of shouts by dragons. also known as, bethesda, i KNOW dragons know more shouts than the three or four they use in game. so here. every shout covered.

- fire breath. oh. oh. 

- okay but definitely fire breath shouts have different colors like to show how hot/strong the flame is

- a really bright red that sputters a lot or catches in their throat means that they don't quite understand the meaning yet, and it'll take more meditation/practise before they can get a constant orange stream of fire

- so we know how fire breath looks in game. it's a stream of orange flame. well i raise you:

- the fire will burn hotter and change color (red to orange to white to light blue, see the charts abt fire color or something idk what they called), and even stagger the user if it's too strong.

- very, very strong fire breath shouts have the impact of unrelenting force, so first they destroy anything in their way with the sheer impact and anything else is melted by an actual stream of lava/that shit is definitely not fire at that point, lava's the only comparison i have even if lava not blue- 

- i fucking hate that in game if you use fire breath on a rock it'll like, be burnt only. enough understanding of fire breath and you can turn anything into slag.

- fire is just so cool. maybe some dragons like roasted meat, like huge scaly gordon ramsays. maybe they shout at some ground so they have a warm place to sleep. it’s canon that it’s greeting though, so a weak fire breath to say hello not friend, i will not roast you alive and instead slightly warm you.

- frost breath. a stream of icy wind IN GAME. not really here, though. i agree that it’s something like an icy wind, but has extreme power and force behind it, and while fire breath will roast you, frost breath will just plain fuck you up if you try to hold your ground. you won’t get the chance to be frozen, you’ll just go flying.

- weak understandings make a really cold breath. sort of how in winter you can see your breath? yeah, that’s a weak frost breath.

- strong understandings will cause most things to frost over. it has the effect of a weaker ice form, but with a lot more versatility. 

- both fire breath and frost breath are commonly used in sweeping motions, as opposed to focusing on one target. let’s face it, what kind of a human can stand up to even half a second of that? it’s a lot more efficient in taking out big groups, or destroying the terrain to give them a disadvantage.

- ice everywhere. that is all.

- ice form now, hehe. so! don’t try to block it. your shield or arm is gonna get cast in ice and be useless/immediately shatter. yeah, that’s right. you don’t thaw out of an ice form, you explode. into lots of frozen pieces. 

- but, let’s say, you don’t like my exploding hc. that’s fine. i raise you, person frozen in a solid chunk of ice that would put the sea of ghosts to shame. they not gonna thaw out in time to be saved. sorry. no escape.

- call dragon is used when, you know, calling other dragons. other dragons know other dragons, so it’s either a challenge, or a call for help. or, in paarthurnax’s case, bro i just wanted to talk nO DONT SHOUT-

-  being called for aid in a battle is an honor and a sign of trust between dragons imo, shows that you trust them enough to cover you when you need aid and that they’re strong enough to pull you out of whatever crap you’re in.

- storm call. beautiful. it's control over kynareth's domain, so yeah, kind of an ego boost. but also mad useful in a fight, striking down your opponents with lightning. dragon's can't fly while using this, as a bolt could hit them instead. and oh boy, they're strong. can easily tear a whole through a wing or break a plate.

- clear skies is funny too. can you imagine a heavy downpour and some dragon’s trying to sleep without the ground turning to slush, so he just shouts the storm out of the skyr? incredible. just as storm call can summon one, clear skies gets rid of it. the stronger shout prevails. but use it enough times in succession, and kyne might get a bit pissed off…

- oh, i can def see drain vitality used after a rough battle, dragon needs healing stat so they find a crowded area/a big animal and steal their life force. an easy way to heal up.

- dismay would be used with battles against huge numbers of people/a literal army. it’s sort of like mind control, but you can only control the effect, and that’s about it. make them scared and stuff. for some people, they’ll turn tail and run. others maybe hesitate. others don’t care. won’t work against akaviri though. stoicism and all. or other dragons. 

- cyclone would be hella useful against big groups. great for sowing chaos. 

- disarm. ah yes. used, quite often, in battles with worthy opponents. say an akaviri. say some words, and their katana goes flying. it’s a great intimidation tactic. oh, try to hold onto it too, and you can easily snap your wrist or fingers. 

- and i say worthy opponents, as in "mortals that were specifically trained to fight dragons/are incredibly powerful, not your average soldier".

- marked for death, oh i like this. so the wiki description is that the opponent’s life force and armor are weakened. can you imagine battling a dragon, they shout at you, and suddenly your armor just...starts disintegrating? like there’s holes forming, straps holding armor plates together disintegrating entirely, and any wounds you have are opening up like chasms. it’s devastating. used against a dragon, their scales start to grow brittle and weak, so it's a lot easier to break a plate.

- slow time, ah, this would be a huge huge ego boost. time’s akatosh’s domain. it doesn’t stop for anyone, but maybe it’ll slow down a bit for dragons.

- hc that dragons are not affected by slow time. they’re fragments of akatosh, the time god. they sure won’t slow down. neither will the db. so imagine one of them uses slow time, and suddenly there’s this normal paced battle one on one, with everything else at a standstill/veeery slow, until time catches up and everyone but them. is so out of it and jaded bc humans can’t really comprehend time, they’ve like a hundred years at most (hc that bretons live slightly longer due to slight mer blood). elves have a more firm grasp of it, esp altmer. yeah, yeah, they’ve a right to brag here.

- additional thoughts, maybe stuff affected by slow time either:

1. has normal running thoughts but physically is slowed down (not very probable imo, but still possible)

2. has both slowed consciousness and physical form (most probable)

- bend will. aha. now this, works on the dragonborn as well as other dragons. it’s pretty much mind control. you need a strong willpower to break free, though. 

- unrelenting force. nice. it is strong. trees are easily uprooted. boulders fly. people fly too. no matter who you are, though, always brace yourself before using it, because you could go flying too.

- dragons won't get thrown back too far, but maybe they'll jump back or take flight for a second before landing again. 

- dragonrend. no. they’re mad scared of it. mad scared. partially the reason they hate and fear akaviri. a dragon can’t comprehend dragonrend, because it’s mortality in a shout. and for most of them, what they don’t understand, they fear.

- whirlwind sprint is interesting to say the least. so, the db can use it and...run really fast? so how does it work for dragons? they can't run, per se, so here's my take.

- maybe dragons can use it while flying. probably super useful in aerial combat with other dragons. it lets them quickly dodge shouts, change direction unpredictably, and stay out of their reach.

- become ethereal, oh, oh. just, can you imagine a fucking dragon turns blue during a fight and suddenly you can’t hurt them? heehoo. it’s not used very often, as become ethereal's best used when you’re not doing too hot and need to heal up a second. not much can get them to that point. but it’d be so funny though.

- aura whisper isn’t very commonly used, actually. dragons have incredible sight and smell, they’d probably sense anyone way before they could approach. by the way bethesda, what’s that thing called “i can sneak up on a dragon?” yeah, no. you can’t.

- kyne’s peace, maybe if they’re really not having it with the local wildlife and just want to nap in peace. but i don’t think that many bears or wolves will threaten a dragon.

- animal allegiance isn’t used much either; they’ve no use for the local flora. there’s not much stronger than a dragon. maybe sometimes they use it to acknowledge kyne’s gifts, and that animals/nature can be worthy allies.. 

- elemental fury is kind of an ehh, skyrim says it lets you swing faster. maybe it lets them fly faster/use teeth/talons/wing claws faster? i'd imagine it's only applicable to physical attacks, though.

- battle fury’s a maybe. it’s for allies, and i don’t think there were too many references in game about dragons being super close with each other. i could definitely be wrong though. they do call themselves brothers and sisters, but maybe it’s just a shared blood thing.

- throw voice is practically useless in game. dragons wouldn't want to hide anyways, unless grievously wounded. 

- soul tear i'd imagine only durnehviir knows, and for good reasons too.

- call of valor isn’t here, for obvious reasons.

- dragon aspect i wouldn't think, as it's meant for the db to take on a draconic aspect. can't get much more draconic than an actual dragon.

- alduin’s meteor storm shout isn’t actually a shout, mans just roars. 

- alduin’s shout to resurrect dragons i’d assume would only be known by him, and other dragons are unable to comprehend the meaning of the shout. so, the words of the shout are slen (flesh), tiid (time), vo (un, like the prefix). so has his own grip on time, and can use it to bring dragons back to life, provided they still have their soul. 

- look, there’s gotta be a better explanation as to why other dragons can’t use it. maybe they can use it. but then the ability bring other dragons back to life would be so widespread, the dragon war probably would have ended a lot sooner and not with the outcome we wanted. so maybe only alduin truly understands the meaning of death and rebirth, having destroyed the world many times before, only to be reborn with it and repeating the cycle again and again. 

- universal hc that lots of words in dragon speech can be used in different shouts with interchangeable meanings.

you’re at the end. good. listen here. journalism class is on my ass about articles and shit. i’m going to be busy from now. i had some stuff to slowly give to you guys to give me time to make more, but i caved and released them all at once. give me some time. please. sorry if these weren’t quite up to par with my last ones, but i said “hey, imma release two thing today” and it’s12:08 am here. 

can you tell i’m super tired? i wrote like half of these half asleep. 

#skyrim #tes #dragon #shouts #magic #lore #headcanons #my headcanons

[pietropatrol]

Marvel High (Part 4)

Read Part 3

A/N: Happy Fic Fri--Saturday! Had this most of the way written up yesterday, but my daughter has not been going down at her bedtime very well so I didn’t get it done before bed! But here I am now, posting as my husband is now trying to get her to go back to sleep. Babies, I tell yah.

Welcome to Marvel High, where being the new kid wasn’t the worst. Your homeroom couldn’t be weirder though; your teacher wears an eye patch and is always shouting for some reason, and a group of dysfunctional teens calling themselves the “Avengers.” Probably the weirdest thing is their insistence that you join.

Pairing: Pietro x Reader Warnings: language, sexual innuendos, teenage substance abuse Words: 1,300ish

The dynamic of the group was odd to witness. They all had drastically different personalities, something you had already gleaned from the bickering during the school day, but under the influence of alcohol, it became even more obvious. It was as if the group was comprised of smaller groups. 

The Maximoff twins were obvious. Natasha and Clint were a pair, that you were sure of. The way they shadowed each other and communicated in their body language was hard to ignore. Either they had been friends for a long time or something was going on between them. Though you felt it would have been inappropriate to ask. Tony and Bruce seemed close, from what you had overheard from their in-depth science conversation at lunch earlier. You could always find Steve, Bucky, and Sam together, but Bucky seemed annoyed whenever he was left with just Sam.

Thor was an outlier and seemed to bounce around all of them seamlessly. His cockiness rivaled Tony’s. Thor appeared to be about six beers deep and enthusiastically telling a story about how he wrestled some unnamed beast in is home country.

“Where is Thor from again?” You turned to Pietro who was watching the group from a distance with you. Though you had felt him watching you when you weren’t looking.

“Some Scandinavian country… we think.” Pietro shrugged. “You sure you don’t want another drink? Nat makes a mean cocktail.”

“I’m sure she does, but I should probably keep my wits about me and not smell like I’ve been drinking. My dad is like a bloodhound with that stuff. One beer was already a risk.”

“So, what is up with your dad anyway? He seems…” Pietro struggled to find the right word.

“Hella protective?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes, hell-ah protective, as you so put it.” Pietro inclined his head in your direction, closing the small gap between your bodies.

“He means well. I haven’t made the best choices in my life. And trouble seems to follow me wherever we go. It’s only a matter of time before it finds me here.” You were being intentionally vague. It was a can of worms that someone you just met shouldn’t have sprung on them.

Pietro furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t push. “So, you set fire to your previous school?” He guided you back to the group and you sat next to Wanda on a loveseat, Pietro perched on the arm.

“Fire? Is Y/N talking about setting her school on fire?” Tony had been making his way to the bar when he heard the word fire. Another lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Yes, but don’t even think about sitting next to us with that lit.” Steve waved his hand to the offending object.

“It’s my house,” Tony guffawed.

“Rule eleven, specifically made for you, is not smoking within the group circle, because not all of us are trying to get lung cancer before twenty-five.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“I think it’s unfair that we have rules specifically aimed at me. But fine.” Tony dropped his cigarette into his glass and joined the group.

“Rules?” You echoed.

“Top secret,” Tony winked, “Back to the fire, what did you do?”

“It wasn’t anything crazy. I was in wood shop and got bored, wondered if I could burn in a design on a plank with my lighter, and it was highly flammable, apparently. It didn’t take long for the rest of the shop to start on fire, the air was basically half saw-dust.” You shrugged, honestly, it wasn’t the stupidest thing you’d done. It was also an accident for once.

“It only went as far as the home-ec classroom. No big deal, aside from being expelled." 

"Lame!" Tony yawned. "Let's play truth or dare!" 

Everyone groaned and threw empty solo cups at him. 

"Why do you always insist on playing?" Nat looked to him, incredulous. "We've been friends long enough that it isn't fun anymore. You just want us to do stupid shit." 

"What's wrong with stupid shit?" Tony insisted. "Besides we have a newbie now!"

  You looked at your phone and saw it was almost ten o'clock. Had it really been two hours already? "Sorry, but I have to head out. Curfew." 

"And here I was thinking you were a trouble maker," Tony smirked. 

"Oh, I am. But I don't want to be grounded for eternity. Great party though, Tony. Thanks for the invite." You made to leave with Pietro and Wanda on following behind you when a young boy, probably about 14, came running in, out of breath. 

"Alright, who invited the freshman?" Steve rubbed his temples. "We agreed, no freshman." 

"Parker isn't going to cause any trouble, the kid's a saint," Tony argued. "What's going on?" 

"Some--oh hi," the freshman saw you. "I'm Peter Parker. You must be new."

"I'm Y/N. You okay, Peter?"  

He was still trying to catch his breath. "Oh yeah! There's a bunch of Hydra High douche-bros who snuck in. They're by the pool." 

"Fuuuucccckkkkk." Bucky cursed. "They're definitely here to start some shit." "Alright, is everybody sober enough to deal with them?" Steve looked pointedly to Tony who was rolling up his sleeves, already looking ready for a fight. 

"We should probably go, you don't need me and Wanda, right?" Pietro looked to Steve. 

"Umm... if you're parked in the driveway, you won't be able to get out. They blocked it with their own cars." 

"Looks like you're going to be late. Sorry." Pietro frowned at you. A heavy sigh escaped your lips. 

"Nah, it's not your fault. How quickly do you think we can scare off these guys?" Tony held up his hand, gaining everyone's attention. "I might have a solution. Let me go down to my basement, and I will meet you out there." 

The group made their way down to the pool. Your other classmates had crowded around, keeping a distance from Hydra.

  Hydra was raiding the outdoor bar and the scariest student among them was lounging on a wicker chair, sipping lazily on a bottle of vodka. A small voice in your head said he was the leader. Maybe it was because everyone else was at work nabbing whatever they could and he was already enjoying their spoils. You just knew. 

"Avengers!" he called out, happily. "Great party!" 

"Avengers?" You whispered to Pietro. 

"I'll explain later." 

The leader's eyes narrowed in on you. "New recruit?" 

The hair stood up on the back of your neck as he stood up and stepped closer to you. He looked you up and down, perplexed. "Do I know you?"

"Doubt it." Pietro pulled you behind him, breaking his line of sight. 

"Maximoff onto a new toy already?" 

"What are you doing here, Keller? I thought we told you not to come near this place again?" Steve pulled the attention to him. "The message was pretty clear when Thor cracked open your forehead." 

"We heard about the dope ass party, Rogers. Thought some of your classmates would want to have a little more fun--" 

"We don't want your shitty drugs." Peter piped up. "Like weed is cool and stuff, but--" 

"Your shit is garbage." Tony sauntered through the group, a contraption strapped to his arms. "And calling it 'Candy Andy' is kinda lame." 

A light emitted from Tony's palm and beam jutted out and shatter the bottle of vodka in Keller's hand. Tony hissed from the hot metal burning into his palm but stood his ground. 

Keller remained calm and held up his hands, though you could see a slight look of terror in his eyes. "Alright, we'll see you around another time then. Good to see you again, Y/N." He winked at you and they took off. 

You froze, you didn't know him, how did he know you?

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[fumikaze]

Ask Him Out | Genya Shinazugawa

YOU SIGHED walking down the halls of blue lockers inside of the school, hearing your shoes squeak as you walk to a current boy’s classroom , as you were getting closer you could hear your heart beat through your ears. Never have you once asked someone out or caught any feelings for a boy before just fictional characters that were shown on t.v.

Seeing Genya unlocking his locker door to put his stuff back from math class , you begin to shake turning around to face Tanjirou , “I..I dunno man , I don’t think I can do this” You fiddle the hem of your school skirt

Tanjirou smiled putting his hand on your shoulder , “Just breath , Y/n-san” You did as you were told turning around seeing Genya about to leave for his next class

“Okay , I’m gonna do it , I’m gonna ask him out !” You said with confidence , you call out to Genya making him stop his track turning his head towards you, all the confidence you had just washed out of your body like a fucking drain you can feel your face getting hot , probably hotter then the sun

“Hi Y/n-chan” Genya smiled with pink hue on his cheeks. It took him one smile , just one and got you dead with words , you started to sweat again like if ran in the track team balling your fist marching back to the trio with a face red as tomato leaving Genya confused , he didn’t shrugged it off but did continue to walk to his next class , he didn’t want to be late

“So how did it go ?” Tanjirou asked you groaned looking down at the ground “I didn’t ask” Having those words slip from your mouth pissed off Inosuke

“WHAT THE HELL ! WHAT WAS THE POINT OF GOING OVER THERE” He shouted echoing down the hall catching the students attention

“S-Shut up asshole he smiled-know what fuck off Inosuke YOU DONT UNDERSTAND” You yelled back walking down to your next class with the boy’s following you and having Inosuke grumbled all the way there he kinda was right , you were supposed to ask him out now you made yourself look like a whole total creep. He probably thinks you’re a creep now

Pulling out your chair plopping down onto it , resting your head on your arms looking out of the window next to you watching the leaves and birds go by , It kinda calm your senses but thinking about having to face Genya again was starting to give you a headache , you wanted to dig yourself a hole and hide. Hide away from humans eyes and Shinazugawa-sensei

༄ ➸

It was already lunch time , you watched Genya from afar seeing him laugh with Tokito twins , wishing that was you at the moment not that you were jealous of the twin boys you like them

“Are you going to eat or keep watching him like a creep not that you already are , you have no chan-” Inosuke didn’t get to finish that sentence because you had done punched him in the stomach making him cough “Watch your tongue or I’ll cut it off the next time you speak like that again”

“Tch evil woman” He mumble under his breath shoving more food in his mouth Zenitsu cleared his throat shaking in his pants , “I’ve got an Idea” Zenitsu spoke turning your head to face him arching an eyebrow

“Okay what’s your idea ? it better not be stupid” He got up from his seat not saying anything confusing you and the rest of the group watching him turn until he reached to-

‘I’m gonna kill that bastard !’ You thought with a wicked smirk on your lips as you balled your fist watching him bring Genya over along with the twins , kept your head low hearing the footsteps come closer to the lunch table and Inosuke inhaling his food. Fucking pig

“Genya there’s an extra spot next to Y/n-chan, you can sit next to her and I’ll sit next to Tanjirou” Zenitsu said making you filnch gritting your teeth hearing Genya shuffle next to you , any moment now you’re going to die

“So Genya do you have a crush on anyone ?” Zenitsu asked hoping he would say it’s you and not any other girl that’s only if he opens up “Yeah , I do actually” He chuckled with a blush going across his cheeks to his ears , you wanted to pinch his blushing cheeks

You felt a pair of eyes on you looking up to Yuichiro staring right at you while he was eating the fries you had on your tray , making your lips into a straight line while sending glares at him. “Is that so Genya , who is this crush” Zenitsu was getting deeper trying to get to the bottom of this pit he had enough of you shitheads stalking each other or blushing just because you two are next to each other , Genya glared at him knowing what he’s trying to do

“Tch none of your damn business” Genya said quietly turning the other way so his back was facing you , two veins pop out of Zenitsu cheek and forehead he started to scream from frustration. “Why are the both of you two so dense and not be able to-” You cut him off before he could say anything else like exposing you by throwing food or whatever that was on your tray and throwing it onto his face

“Damnit bastard you’ve been acting up all goddamn morning and you’re catching people’s attention by screaming like a madman” You yelled standing up , Zenitsu was shaking ethier from frustration or terror “Catching people’s attention sounds more like you !” Zenitsu yelled with tears streaming down his face you had enough of this baboon completely forgetting the attention you two have caught

“What the hell do you even mean , piñata !” Before this argument could get any further someone pulled your arm and taking you out of the cafeteria. “Yuichiro lemme back in there , I’m not done yet”

“Clearly you are” He sigh shaking his head “So you have a crush on Genya ?” He continued looking at you , looking away from him shaking your head ‘no’ which he didn’t buy it

“Liar”

You tched feeling a little guilty for lying to him, “I do but whenever I approach him I always freeze and walk away from him without saying anything , he must think of me as a creep” You explained he stop walking letting go of your arm , he smacked you the back of the head “Idiot”

You rubbed the back of your head , “What’s the matter with you ! Respect your elders kid !” You yelled causing him to sigh again “Y/n , You’re not any older then I am” You groan walking away from him to who knows where

“Whatever” You grumbled walking up the stairs to the roof top

“Since you and Genya have the same class before school ends , you could just ask him out then. He’ll more likely be asleep that means you’ll have alone time with him. No pressure” He explains following behind you up the stairs , you thought for a moment

‘I could try that,’ You thought facing back to him “Yuichiro you’re a genius”

༄ ➸

School had ended , the bell went off it didn’t take long for the students to rush out of the door. It was just you and Genya , making your way to his desk looking at his sleeping form.

‘Fuck ! I don’t think I can do this’ You screamed in your head tightly gripping onto the strap of your bag that hung over your shoulder , You heard him groan you already knew there was no way out of this you’re going to face him like a man

He lifted his head up rubbing his eyes. “Genya” You said softly , he turned his head looking at you “H-Hi Y/n-chan” He stuttered feeling his own face getting hot hearing your phone buzz from inside your bag , digging through your bag for your phone , seeing you had a message from Yuichiro

Good luck idiot

That’s all he texted , you sigh bringing your attention back to Genya who looked back at you. “Who was that ?” He asked you hummed “Nobody just a game notification” You lied not wanting him to tell him it was Yuichiro because he might ask-

“Okay , I should get going my brother might get mad at me for coming home late” He said packing his things into his bag before throwing it over his shoulder “Bye Y/n-chan I’ll see you tomorrow” He waved you nodded frowning your brows

“Wait ! I need to ask you something” You called out for him before he could even take a step out of the classroom door , feeling your hand sweat again you open your mouth to speak “Do-Do you wanna go on a date with me ?”

Genya’s whole face turned red beginning to sweat also , it was just two teenagers in one room with red faces , Genya clicked his tongue excepting for the worse. “W-Where t-too ?” His voice came out shaky you took a breath trying to calm your beating heart

“To the amusement park” You blur out rather quickly he nodded his head “Alright I’m free Saturday”

“Sounds great !” You smiled which in the inside you were clearly throwing a party “See you then Y/n-chan” He said walking out the door without giving you a chance to say ‘Bye’ if he would stay any longer he was going to pass out , leaving you by yourself. You sat down on someone’s chair taking out your phone to text Yuichiro

I got a date with him on Saturday

I already knew what his answer was.

Note: Yuichiro and Muichiro already knew that the both of you liked it each other and Zentisu , you could tell he was on his last straw with you both💀Inosuke he didn’t really care but still participated. Tanjirou ? y’all already know , get a friend like him.

For the reader okay look at this she wasn’t afraid to approach him or be in the same presence as him but when it came down to asking him out she was mainly afraid of being rejected. I feel like we all be there and done that.

Sorry if my writing is terrible.

#kimetsu no yaiba imagines #knygenya #genya shinazugawa #shinaguzawa sanemi #genya shinazugawa x reader #genya x reader #kamada tanjiro #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashiriba #nezuko kamado #muichiro tokito #yuichiro tokito #tsuyuri kanao #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny oneshots #kny x reader

[wherearemyglassesbro]

The unused executions from the DR au! Again, please don’t read if it’ll make you uncomfortable. :)

The ultimate CEO: Berwald is forced to wear a bomb vest and is placed in a ‘meeting room’. He’s forced to watch the stocks for his company fall since after the tragedy, his company went under completely. He is forced to watch as the one thing he’s ever truly taken pride in dies. And then when the video is over, he blows up. His classmates have no idea what he was forced to watch. Berwald was told the truth about the school, the tragedy, everything. And then he was killed. He died knowing that the world was hopeless outside and that his family was gone.

The ultimate soccer star: Carmen gets an execution similar to Leon’s. She’s strapped to a goal and a machine kicks ‘soccer balls’ at her. The soccer balls are actually made of heavy glass. As the balls hit her, they bruise her and shatter, leaving deep gashes in her skin. This continues until...well...the end. It’s extremely brutal and all she can really do is listen to Kumakuma the announcer and the fake audience’s cheers as she’s pelted to death

The ultimate chocolatier: Laura is pretty much booked to death in a pot of chocolate. Augustus Gloop style. Uhhhh I couldn’t think of anything more creative honestly oops

The ultimate chemist: Lien is put in a makeshift lab and is given ‘lab instructions’. She’s told to make a mixture that emits poison gas but she doesn’t know that. All chemicals are labeled ‘Kuma-oxide’ or ‘Kuma-sulphate’ (uhhhh idk I’m not a chemist). Despite being a chemist she literally can’t identify anything, the room is too dim and the chemicals all look the same. But she is very aware that this is an execution so whatever it is it’ll be deadly. She didn’t anticipate having such a slow, painful death though. And her classmates didn’t either. They had to sit through the whole thing...all 15 minutes. Kumakuma put on music but that honestly didn’t help the mood at ALL.

The ultimate mathlete: Arthur is strapped to an electric chair and is forced to figure out math problems as they flash up on a screen. He has three chances. Every time he gets it wrong, the chair zaps him a bunch until his brain is...fried. Then he’d forced to try again despite being stunned and fucked up. This continues until he finally gets it wrong for the third time in which he’s just electrocuted to death. Math worksheets fall from the ceiling as hes shocked and strobe lights go off

The ultimate gamer: Kiku has a VR set put on him and his task it to outrun Kumakumas in the game. So he runs, fights, screams a lot and when he’s inevitably captured by the Kumakumas, the headset explodes

The ultimate diver: Michelle stands in the trial room, astonished that her guilt had been discovered. A chain leash shoots out of a set of double doors and clamps around her neck (like the beginning of Leon’s execution). She’s dragged down a long hallway into a large fish tank. She’s held under the water, surrounded by tropical fish and coral as she drowns. The glass is clear so everyone is forced to watch and she can see all of them. In her final moments she sees her friends doing nothing to help her

The ultimate wrestler: Sadik must fight for his life in a final battle against a Kumakuma robot. Of course the match is rigged. Sadik is beaten to a pulp in the ring in front of his friends. As he’s about to die from the beating, a projection of his past rivals are shown in front of him. They all reach forward and press a red button which opens the floor of the wrestling ring. He then falls multiple stories to his death, landing in the garbage pit among all sorts of metal scraps, glass and other gross things. (Dont worry he’s still retreived and taken back to the morgue behind the scenes but the other students don’t know that until the end)

The ultimate designer: Luciana is swaddled in faux leather and placed under a giant sewing machine. The needles is actually fuckin gigantic and stabs into her like 50 times. When the machine is done, Luciana’s logo is embroidered into her corpse, her blood seeping through the gold stitching.

The ultimate chef: Yao is strapped down into a metal ‘baking sheet’. He’s on a conveyer belt that goes through different stations. Kumakuma robots pour eggs, flour, chives, bacon bits, cheese and all kinds of other ingredients on top of him before he is conveyered into an oven and essentially baked alive. At the end he’s packaged, frozen and packaged in a ‘Yao’s famous frozen dinner’ box. Then he’s shown off to his friends (just like the Mondo butter)

The ultimate golfer: Eliza is taken and buried into the ground like a gold tee. Then a giant, and I mean giant, gold club comes swinging down from the ceiling....Aaaaaand it decapitates her. Her head flies over to the student viewing section and this the glass. Terrible.

#specs DNR au

[summahsunlight]

We Belong to the Stars, Ch. 27

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Word Count: 1986

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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Canto Bright

Poe was not a fan of the arrogant display of wealth put on display before him.  He also wasn't a fan with the way these rich men looked at Evelyn.  

Evelyn was hardly recognizable in all the make-up, the navy blue wig, and the shimmering silver gown that clung to her body, plunging into a deep v in the back.  No one was none the wiser when she passed them that she was the daughter of Luke Skywalker, the niece of Leia Organa--which was probably the whole reason Renick had picked that outfit for her.  

Fixing the blue flower on the lapel of his black suit, Poe kept the other hand on the small of her back; a clear message to all the men lusting after her that she was his--and she was off limits.  Of course, if anyone tried anything, they'd probably be met with the blaster that Evelyn had strapped to the inside of her thigh, concealed underneath the gown.  He'd like to see one of those rich men cowering on the floor with her standing over them, blaster in their face.  Smiling, Poe steered her in the direction of the gaming table that Renick had informed them that their informant would approach them at. 

Pulling her close to his hip, Poe wrapped his arm possessively around Evelyn's waist.  She played the part, leaning into him, and running her fingers through his hair as he sat down at the table.  Neither of them were surprised to find the table lined with some of the richest beings in the galaxy, each with a woman half their age on both arms.  These bastards have zero respect for anything, Poe thought, angrily.  His father had taught him to respect women, especially if he was lucky one day to have a wife--Kes had always told him that some of the strongest beings he'd known, had been women.

"Deal you in, sir?" the lanky Twi'lek asked as Poe stepped up to the table, pulling him away from his thoughts.

"Sure," Poe said, tossing some credits on the table. "What do I have to lose, right darling?" 

"Absolutely nothing," Evelyn replied, smiling cloyingly sweet at him. "Would you like a drink, handsome?"

"Yes," he said, stroking his thumb along her jawline. "You know what I like, baby. I trust you take care of it for me."

With a swing of her hips, Evelyn turned and headed towards the bar.  Poe noticed that all eyes at the table followed her; she hadn't been sent there to keep women away from him so he could get the information, she had really been sent there as a distraction for all the other potential buyers.  For someone that was in heels, Evelyn was commanding that room right now.  "Well," Snap said, reminding Poe of the ear piece in his left ear, "you've convinced me that you're married..."

Poe chuckled and watched his opponents at the game table. If any of them were suspicious of Poe, there were no telling signs in their facial expression.  Still, he knew that he couldn't let his guard down--especially with Evelyn in the same room.  "Any sign of Terex?" he whispered to Snap.

Snap clicked his tongue. "Not so much as a peep yet, Poe.  Maybe he isn't going to show up."

"I'm not letting my guard down, Wexley. I don't trust the guy. And I don't trust whoever is betraying us to him."

"Don't worry, Dameron; Jess and I are monitoring all air traffic. We'll let you know if he appears."

Poe rubbed his hand over his chin. "He does show up and puts a finger on Evie--I'm blasting him, Snap."

Snap sighed. "Poe, Agent Renick asked us not to cause a scene.  Killing a First Order agent is going to cause a scene."

"Whatever. Protecting Evelyn is more important."

"Force, I told Renick you were a loose cannon..."

"Only when the safety of my squadron is threatened..."

"More specifically--Evelyn." 

Lifting his eyes from the players at the table, Poe found Evelyn across the room at the bar getting their drinks. He would never say that any of his pilots were expendable... but if it came down to it... she would be the first one that he laid his life down for.  She might not realize it yet but she was incredibly important to the survival of the galaxy.

Someone stepped into the spot that was previously occupied by her.  Turning his head slightly, Poe saw a tall, broad shoulder man with a scar over his left eye standing next to him.  "Your wife has every man in this room wishing they were you.  Exquisite beauty."

Poe smiled, tightly, as he tossed more money into the game.  "Well, when you have this much money--only an exquisite beauty hanging off your arm will do."

"And is my product still worth that money to you?"

"As long as what you're selling me is legit."

"It's legit; just one promise before we discuss payment--make sure the First Order doesn't hear you got this from me. Those Empire wannabes are interfering with my business."

"Don't worry--I can guarantee you that the First Order isn't going to know I got it from you."

Evelyn returned with his drink, sliding up on the other side and slipping her hand into the crook of his arm. Poe took the drink from her and sipped it, carefully.  "Dear, would you get my new business acquaintance a drink?"

The man shook his head, and then gestured to the dealer that he wanted to wager on the next game. "No need, I don't drink.  Do you have the money?"

Poe reached into his pocket and produced the credits that Renick had given him to buy the information.  He watched closely as the man took the credits, inspected them to make sure they were real, and then placed them in his own pocket.   No one would have noticed the slight move he made to place a data chip on the edge of the table, and no one would have noticed how Poe slipped the data card into his jacket pocket, all while sipping on the drink Evelyn had brought him.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you," the man said, tipping his head in Poe's direction before walking away. 

"Likewise," Poe murmured, finishing the drink. He put the glass down; with his hand on Evelyn's waist, he directed her back through the casino. "Let's get out of here."

"Is the information legit?" Snap asked over the comm once Poe and Evelyn made it back to their room.

"Oh, it's legit," Poe said, loosen his tie and watching the projection of the map BB-8 was displaying. 

"What exactly is the information?" Jess inquired.

"A map of every First Order base in the Unknown Regions--and their weapons schematics."

"Damn. That is legit, Pava." 

Poe tossed the tie aside and took a deep breath. "No wonder it would be valuable to a weapon's dealer--you'd know exactly what every base in the First Order needed and then cash in.  I can see why Agent Lothor wanted the Resistance to have this information.  We know what we're up against now and to be honest with you guys, it doesn't look good."

Snap sighed, heavily. He had no doubt that Poe was speaking the truth; the Resistance had their suspicions for the longest time now that the First Order was much more dangerous than the Senate deemed."Guess we should get back to base then.  When should we expect you and the missus, Dameron?"

"Fifteen minutes," Poe said. "Just changing out of these outfits Renick had us wear."

"Ah you realize that your cover is still needed to get our ship outta here, right?" 

"Don't worry, we'll still look the part--just more comfortably."

Evelyn emerged from the refresher then, just as Poe shut the commlink down. She had changed out of the lavish gown, removed the wig and make-up, and now wore an emerald green chiffon tunic and black leggings.  Quietly she sat next to him on the bed. 

Poe reached out and pulled her close, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Told Snap we'd be back at the ship in fifteen minutes. Figured we probably shouldn't wait to get back to base and give the General this information."

She nodded. "Probably a good idea."

He laughed, quietly. "Is this my first time having one?"

"No... you've been known to have them once and a while."

"Hopefully I haven't used up my quota."

Evelyn smiled and stood up, holding her hand out to him.  It was time to go; they had done their job and gotten the intel from the weapon's dealer before he sold it to the First Order. "We should probably get a move on, we don't want to worry Snap if we show up late."

Poe sighed and joined her.  "The last thing we need is Snap to go running through the city looking for us." He gestured for BB-8. "Let's go, Bee."  Grabbing their bags and slinging them over his shoulder, Poe took her hand and led them out of the hotel room.  Checking out of the suite was easy, heading back towards the ship through the streets was easy.  No one paid any attention to them--as far as anyone knew they were just another rich couple. Not even the appearance of BB-8 raised eyebrows. The little droid zipped along next to them, causing Poe to chuckle.  "Is this what our future holds?"

Glancing at him before running a hand through her hair, Evelyn smiled. "What do you mean?  Posing as wealthy spouses to get information?"

Motioning towards BB-8, Poe grinned. "No--us, taking walks with Bee, like he's our little droid son."

"I sort of figured that you and BeeBee were a packaged deal."

"Damn right we are."

BB-8 twilled happily while they walked.  Evelyn wrapped her arm around Poe's waist, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. "If this is our future--I don't think this is so bad."

Poe kissed her temple and then he grinned, devilishly. "You know... I still got some of that money left... I could buy you a ring..."

Evelyn shot him a mock glare. "Don't you dare--Renick will know immediately that the money is gone. You're expected to return it."

"Yeah but she doesn't know how much I played on those games."

"That would be cheating."

"Just slightly."

"Poe. No."

"Can I at least buy you some flowers?"

"If it's going to make you feel better and get you to shut up--yes."

Laughing, Poe let go of her, moving towards a flower vendor.  While he was chatting with the florist, Poe watched as Evelyn and BB-8 walked a little ways a head of him. She smiled at him when she caught him watching her and he heard her words echoing in his head--if this is our future, I don't think this is so bad.  His eyes were still locked with hers when the explosion rocked the square, deafening and destructive.

Poe was thrown from his spot, clear across the road and his head slammed against the stone.  Groggily, he managed to gather himself to all fours, desperately looking about the square for BB-8 and Evelyn. All he could see was flames from the blast, smoke filling the air as beings ran about terrified and screaming.  Briefly, Poe saw them, rushing through the crowd for him. It didn't appear that Evelyn was hurt or that BB-8 was damage and for that he felt a small sliver of relief--until the next blast, until in the chaos of a second bomb going off, until a look of surprise passed Evelyn's face as she was confronted by a tall man.  It was the last thing he remembered, the last thing he saw, before the world around him went black.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron #evelyn skywalker (oc) #kaleb skywalker (oc) #bb-8 #poe x oc #poe dameron x oc #snap wexley #jess pava #black squadron #we belong to the stars