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cyberels · 6 months

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IT WILL COME BACK

PLEASE GOD LISTEN TO IT WILL COME BACK BY HOZIER IT MAKES THE FIC BETTER GOD BLESS

(my requests are on btw plsss send fic ideas pleaseee)

PART TWO HERE CUZ MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ADD IT my bad

summary: ellie hates one night stands, while you couldn’t care less. she barely manages to catch your name before you’re pulled away from her. she makes it her goal to find you again.

warnings: NSFW, MDNI!!!, drinking, language

(i am a whore for subby!ellie so that’s all i wrote in this fic, it’s all e!receiving)

wc: 2.4k

a/n: okay i so lied about the other fic it’s not done yet so take this one instead lol it’s my first time writing smut in years so… please be patient if it’s not good i will improve eventually 🙏 (i didn’t proofread this, sorry if it sucks LOL)

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divider credit to benkeibear :)

The music's overwhelming, and you're certain your hearing's screwed, if it wasn’t already. The lights flash, illuminating the room and all the people in it. You'd been told this was just a small get together, so why are there so many people here? who goes all out for a fucking get together?

you stick to the corner of the room, sipping your drink occasionally while you pretend to scroll through your phone to look casual. originally, your plan was to stay home and study for finals, but you agreed to go because your friend had promised she'd be with you the whole time.

“come onnnnn, don’t be lame. just fuck someone and have a good time, you’ve been studying for like yearsssss.” your friend pleaded. somehow she was already drunk.

“i’m not really in the mood for a hookup—“

“liar, your ass was swiping through tinder not even 30 minutes ago.” she grins at you, “look, let’s just go to the party, yeah? have a good time and shit, get fucked up… maybe get fucked, you feel me?”

“you’re stupid and i hate you.”

“you love me.”

…unfortunately for you, your friend's plan to stick with you only lasted about 15 minutes before she saw her old fling and disappeared up the stairs with them, so you're on your own now. great.

screw it. might as well have some fun, too. you push yourself off the wall, discarding your empty cup on some random shelf, and immediately going to grab another drink to replace it. you look around, maybe a hookup wouldn’t be so bad?

you never believed in divine timing, but you lock eyes with a girl that’s sitting on the couch across from you right when you decide to find someone to fuck. you can’t bring yourself to look away; you’re too dumbfounded that there’s a girl here that’s literally the human embodiment of your type.

the girl smiles back at you, also not breaking eye contact. she beckoned for you to sit down on the couch next to her.

ellie was never the type for one night stands, if she was gonna fuck someone, she’d want them back for more later. but there was just something about the way your outfit hugged your body that made her not care at the moment.

ellies previous situationship had gotten a girlfriend without warning, so needless to say she was in the market for someone else to take her spot. when she saw you and the way you were looking at her like she was the only girl at this stupid party, she figured you were just as desperate for sex as she was right now.

you carry your shot of don julio back as you flop onto the seat across from the girl. you quickly take the shot, being unable to stop the cringe on your face as the alcohol burns your throat. real smooth, she’s definitely gonna wanna fuck you now—

“can’t handle your tequila?” she teased, leaning closer to you so she was able to be heard over the music.

“shut up, i can’t help that it tastes like fucking nail polish remover.”

ellie laughs at your response, and you swear you’ve never heard something so fucking cute before in your life. you try to play it cool, but the way she’s looking at you is making you practically drool. you tense as you unintentionally conjure up a mental image of her hands up your shirt, her lips on your skin, her fingers in your—

“at least it gets the job done.”

you blink a few times, her voice ripping you from your fantasy, “yeah, it does. ‘specially don julio, that shits like a hundred bucks a bottle.”

“and it’s worth every fucking penny, dude.”

you hadn’t expected to be fantasizing about some random girl fucking you, but… here you were. maybe it’s the tequila, or the few drinks you had beforehand, but you decided you absolutely needed this girl despite only speaking two goddamn sentences to her.

your eyes fall to the hallway, moving towards an empty bedroom door, and then back to the girl. you never were a fan of small talk, anyways.

ellie’s breath catches when she follows your gaze to the bedroom. she had been hoping for a distraction from the party, and she was just as eager for you as you were for her.

“wanna go talk in there?” you smiled, nodding towards the room. “it’s quieter.”

the girl grins back, not bothering to answer, just getting up and grabbing your hand, leading you into the bedroom.

usually you’d try to learn her name first, or at least learn more about her, but not tonight, not with her. you needed her as quickly as possible.

you barely let her lock the door before you push her roughly onto the bed, a mischievous smile spreading across your face as you move your body to straddle hers. “you sure you wanna do this?”

“yeah, i’m sure.”

“perfect. gonna be good and let me take control?”

ellie's eyes widened. she’s not normally the submissive type, but… tonight was a different game, and you were hot, so she simply nodded in response as you moved to press kisses into her neck.

you shake your head, pulling away from her for a moment, “nuh uh, not a good enough answer. use your words.”

“mmh— i’ll be good, i’ll let you take care of me.” ellie chokes out, heat pooling between her legs already, and all she wants is to grab your hand and shove it down her pants.

“perfect, good girl.” you coo, rolling your hips and dragging your crotch over hers, your jeans colliding with her sweatpants. your movements are slow and deliberate, you know exactly what you’re doing.

you brush your lips over hers, but you don’t kiss her, instead you move to the side of her face, leaving a trail of kisses across her jawline.

ellie whimpers, “teasin’ me.”

you laugh in response, “maybe i am, pretty girl. you’re gonna have to prove you deserve it before i give you more.”

the noises she made in response go directly to your clit, and if you weren’t having so much fun teasing the girl, you’d be touching yourself right about now.

the other girl grabbed the hem of your shirt, forcing your lips against hers. you moan into the kiss, tangling your hands in her hair and pulling slightly.

ellies so enamored that she doesn’t even realize your knee slipped between her thighs, and she instinctively pulls away as you press your knee further into her, “fuck, ah— s’good, baby.”

you grin, moving your knee up and down slowly, “you like that?”

“yeah, i fucking— shit, baby, fuck—“

you barely give ellie the opportunity to speak before you replace your knee with your hand.

you trail your kisses down to the hem of her pants, smiling up at her, “this alright?”

“fuck yeah it is.”

you giggle, continuing to move your hand slowly against the other girls clothed slit as you place more kisses onto her thigh.

after a moment, you pull back and tug on her pants, “need these off of you.”

you know you sound desperate, but you don’t care.

ellies cunt aches at the absence of your touch, so she quickly obliges, leaving just her boxers on, “take yours off too, babe, please. wanna see you.”

you want to deny her and play your game a little longer, but there's something about the way she’s looking at you, eyes watery and half-lidded, that makes it impossible to say no, “only ‘cause you asked so nicely.”

soon enough, both of you were left in just your underwear and bra, and you thank god you wore a cute set tonight. the only regret you have is not bringing your strap, because god do you want to get this girl pregnant.

“so fucking hot.” you say, moving back so you could see her whole body. you move your hand to trace along her tattoo, and you smile at her, “you’re so fucking pretty.”

ellie whimpers again, and she moves your hand back to her throbbing clit, “more.”

“m’not done admiring you.” you say, “you can wait a little while longer.”

you lean closer to her again, pushing her bra back slightly and sucking on the skin, leaving small red marks across her chest.

at this point, ellie is certain she cannot wait any longer, her legs squeezing together to try and get some friction. “mmh, can’t wait baby, need you now. please— fuck, oh my god— please, baby.”

you push her legs back open, giggling, “you’re so cute when you’re needy. stop moving, m’gonna take care of you eventually.”

your move so your head is in between the other girls thighs, and you place gentle kisses on the girls legs, leaving more red marks every now and again.

“fuck, please touch me, you’re killing me— you can’t do this to me. fuck.”

you grin, you hand hovering over the girls crotch now, just barely touching her, “you’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you? you don’t even know my name and you’re still begging me for more.”

ellie presses your hand down further into herself, she’s getting tired of waiting, “god, babe— please, i need it. please baby, i’m bein’ good, please.”

you bite your lip to stifle a moan, “so fucking hot when you beg.”

your hand moves to her clit, and you rub small circles into her. you’re moving painfully slow, but you can’t let her win just yet, you like hearing her whimper. “so wet already, pretty girl. you’re turning into my bitch, huh?”

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t wet too, and the sounds of ellies moans aren’t helping your case, but ellie doesn’t need to know that right now.

ellie goes to say something in response, but you don’t give her the chance, you speed up your movements, and she whines pathetically into the pillow she has pressed up against her face.

“not— not fair.” she whimpers, “fuck, faster— m’ gonna—“

“not yet.” you say, stopping what you were doing and tugging off her boxers. you’re certain you know the answer, but you ask again, “this alright?”

“mhm.” ellie replies, biting her lip, she can’t bring herself to say anything more. she wants this so bad.

you discard her boxers on the floor, and then bring your head in between her thighs again, “want you to cum in my mouth.”

ellie nods eagerly, and once again moves to press your face into her cunt. she forgets she’s in public for a second, unable to hold back her moans. she’s lucky the music's loud, because god she felt like she was going crazy with how good it felt.

you lick a stripe into her already sopping wet slit, and after a minute, you get to work. the second you stop teasing her, it only takes a few seconds for her to cum all over your face.

the noises she makes as she finishes make it hard for you to focus on anything else, your own clit begging for her touch, but before you do anything else, there’s a bang on the door.

you can’t hear exactly what the person outside is saying, but you’re able to hear one word, cops.

well, fuck, at least the other girl got to finish. you’d definitely be taking care of yourself once you got home.

“shit, i’m sorry.“ the girl starts, grabbing your clothes and throwing them towards you before putting hers on, “usually i wouldn’t just—“

“it’s fine.” you insist, “i’m just glad i got to make you feel good.”

ellie could die, right there on the spot. you look so fucking hot, and right now she was yearning to return the favor and make you feel good, too. “what’s your name?”

you smile and tell her, and then start to ask for hers, but you’re interrupted by the banging starting again. you grab her hand once you both are clothed, and run out of the house.

it didn’t take long before your friend spotted you, pulling you away from the girl and into the uber she called.

“dude, who the fuck would call the cops? it wasn’t that loud of a party— uh, dude, your shirts on backwards.”

“my wh—“ you look down, and sure enough, it is on backwards. that's…. embarrassing. “oh, well, um—“

“—no way! you— with who?! i thought you said you weren’t in the mood for that? you’re such a liar!”

“i don’t know her name.” you admit, brushing your hands through your hair, “wish i did. the cops got called before i could… y’know.”

you didn’t want to say anything further, deciding to spare the poor uber driver of knowing the details of your sex life.

“maybe you’ll find her again, it’s not that big of a town.”

“maybe. but it’s no big deal if i don’t. i don’t normally keep track of my hookups.”

“yeah, but usually you get to finish, too.” she counters.

“it’s whatever, i don’t mind.” you shrugged, and it was the truth. you had toys at home that would satisfy you enough, you’d just use them.

and that’s exactly what you did when you got home.

you turned on the shower and cleaned yourself up when you were done. usually your hookups don’t stick with you like this, but this girl was just so damn hot, and the way she begged— god. you figure you should probably think of something else, because you’re gonna make a mess of yourself again if you keep going like this.

when you hopped into bed, you still couldn’t get the image of her out of your head. this… wasn’t normal for you.

you even fucking dreamt of her that night, and you cursed at yourself once you woke up, because now you were aching for her touch once more.

stupid, you think, i’m so stupid. can’t get attached, don’t even know her name.

luckily enough for you, you don’t have to worry about that much longer. when you open your phone, there’s a dm waiting for you.

…how the fuck?

#max writes ☆#ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #the last of us #wlw smut #wlw #tlou #Spotify

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differenteagletragedy · 6 months

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ol boys with an mcthat is like the girls from h20 but instead of a mermaid they turn into a siren. More monster like features like gills, claws, maybe fangs. I love monsters (i am the ghost mc anon you will see me quite frequently.)

Hi yes hello, welcome welcome!

-- Imagine, if you will, you go to Hawaii when you're like 16 to visit Ma's family. You go out to the beach alone one night, magic happens, and now you are a siren whenever you come into contact with water.

(I felt the need for a prologue because I wasn't super familiar with h20 lol so now the scene is set)

-- Cove. Is. Obsessed. This is the coolest thing he's ever seen in his whole entire life.

-- He really wanted to go to the beach with you when you first got back, you tried to get out if it but he knew something was up so you finally explained that now you have a little issue you need to deal with when it comes to water. He thinks you're just teasing, so you go with him and get in, then boom, old (old old) school siren -- bird legs, human torso, bird wings, claws on your hands, gills on your neck, but your same old head and face so you can be like "I told you, dummy."

-- He has questions. Can you fly? Can you breathe underwater? Can you show him how to do this too?

-- Yeah, he's gonna have to feel them feathers.

-- Basically Cove is just as attached to you as ever, but you're even cooler now. Is he secretly hoping for another sunshower? Yup. If you get an apartment together, does he "accidentally" spray water on you when he's doing the dishes?

You, suddenly standing in the kitchen with your wings knocking stuff off the counter: Could you just not?

Cove: I didn't do anything. *pet pet*

-- Derek doesn't see you nearly as often as Cove, of course, so it takes him longer to see it firsthand. But you do talk on the phone a lot, so after it happened he could tell something was up when you were talking and you felt comfortable enough to tell him.

-- He's there if you want to talk about this new challenge, or if you need to brainstorm workarounds because water is a lot of places.

-- The first time he sees it is when he comes over to visit you and Cove. You're hanging out at Cove's house and Cove is like "show him show him!"

-- Derek doesn't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with ever, and if you don't want him to see then that's fine, but Cove just won't shut up about it or eventually slings some water at you (I said he was obsessed!) and boom, there it is.

-- He's taken aback, but obviously very polite about it. He has questions too, but he wants to know more about if you're ok than about your new abilities.

-- If you end up with Derek, he is prepared. It doesn't rain much in SoCal, but he's got an umbrella in his car just in case. If rain is in the forecast, stay put, he can get you anything you need. If you're even at a restaurant, he's got his eye on the water pitcher like it's his job.

-- Baxter does find out by accident -- it's when you go hiking together at the lodge. You weren't going to tell him, it was just going to be a summer fling and turning into a siren is like a lot for a casual relationship, but when you go over the stream, he's in such a good mood that he gives you a little splash. Whoops.

-- OP I know you didn't ask how they found out, but we are in too deep now.

-- Just you and Baxter standing in the woods looking at each other wide-eyed for like 10 minutes.

-- Baxter isn't obsessed like Cove is, but he does think it's very interesting. He's a little weirdo (I love him so much), so being with someone so unique is going to be something he likes.

-- Maybe you have the power to control water (the H20 girls had powers, according to my thorough research) -- guess who's actually going to feel safe enough to go into the ocean a little now!

-- He's also protective. He can pull little pranks for fun in some cases (see other headcannons lol) but when it's important, he's going to treat it as such.

You looking at Baxter drinking water when you're out to dinner: You're not going to pull a fast one on me, are you?

Baxter, surprised and a little hurt: I wouldn't dream of it.

-- Baxter giving you a siren bath, so tender.

#our life beginnings and always #olba #our life #cove holden #derek suarez #baxter ward #olba cove #olba derek #olba baxter #our life cove #our life derek #our life baxter #our life headcannons

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dameronology · 1 year

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can i request steve harrington + “whatever this is ― it’s over.” from the soft angst sentence starters? tysm 🫶!

of course of course

tw for very very brief mention of alcohol

Whatever it was that was going on between you and Steve Harrrington, it had started as a casual. A summer fling, if you will, that stemmed from some impulsive decisions after a night of drinking at Lover's Lake, some rain and Steve's car being the perfect place to shelter from said storm. It was only meant to be a one time thing, but as it had turned out, you had fun together. In fact, it had been the best summer either of you'd had for a while; almost the stuff of a John Hughes movie. Almost. Because after the Summer ended and the credits ran, your affair ran over into the fall.

September meant going back to Hawkins Community College alongside your friends; it also meant seeing Steve less, allowing whatever chemistry was between you to fall into a weird, stagnant stalemate. Where did you go from there? You were still friends, no doubt, but it meant you finally had to talk about the last three months. The subject came up when you were sat in Steve's car at 11PM on a brisky Monday evening - he'd just finished work and as you always did on a Monday, you met him after.

"So..." you trailed off. "I think we have to talk about this now."

Steve nodded, face a little stony. "Yeah. I think it's a little overdue."

"I'm game for whatever," you replied. "I guess I just need clarification, you know? Because casual is fine, but I'd need you to tell me now, and if you want more than casual, also fine but-"

"- do you want more than casual?"

"That's not what I said," you shot back. "I just asked what you want, because I need to know, Steve. This summer has been great-"

"- so let's keep it that way," he cut you off again. "I know it's a little harder now you're busy with class but...I like how things are uncomplicated right now."

"Uncomplicated?" you raised an eyebrow. "I think it's a little complicated, isn't it? We're friends, but we're also hooking up but you don't want to be casual but you don't want to be more either?"

"Yeah!" Steve exclaimed. "That's exactly it."

"That wasn't..." you paused, smacking your face into your hands. "That wasn't one of the options, Steve!"

"So why did you say it then?!"

You let out a groan. "You are extremely frustrating."

"So are you," Steve muttered.

There was silence for a moment, then he continued.

"I like you. In many capacities, I really genuinely like you," he said. "I just don't know what I want right now."

"That's fine," you shrugged. "It just means that whatever this is, it's over."

He jolted up in his seat. "Wait, what?! Why?!"

"Because you don't know what you want, Steve!" you reminded him. "And I don't want to wait around for ages to find out, okay? I'm sorry."

"I know I don't want you to leave," he said. "And I know I don't want this to be over. Please?"

You glanced at him, letting out a sigh. "Yeah, okay."

"I'll work it out," he insisted. "I promise. I just know right know that I want you to stay."

You smiled a little. "I'll stay."

"Good," he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. "Thank you."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things #steve harrington

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psychicreadsgirl · 10 months

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SNSD/Girls' Generation Reading/Information

This is based on whatever I can pick up from SNSD. This is a psychic reading. There may be tea so I won't list names.

Some members are really close and are best friends, almost like family.

1 member is generally very disliked by the members and most of them think she is very dumb and ignorant.

Most of the members are dating at least someone. A couple of the members have no interest in marriage or having children. A few members are only into casual dating/flings. One member is particularly known to have many backups/options.

One member enjoys picking her nose and then flicking her boogers at others.

One member is very self-conscious of her looks, especially her hair. She is fearful of balding.

Some members are heavy partiers and also drink a lot. These members have also experimented with drugs and are recreational drug users. They like going to raves/clubs. A few members may be addicted to drugs/alcohol/smoking - I'm sensing pain killers in particular for one person.

A couple of members cannot sleep.

One member is very spoiled and thinks she is better than the rest of the members. She is quite arrogant and makes a lot of sharp comments that are quite condescending. Staff are scared of her passive aggressiveness/vengefulness.

One member likes to use her mental health as an excuse for things and as a way to market herself.

One member insists to have hot/pretty bodyguards around her.

One member hates showering/bathing esp washing her long hair so she can go on without showering for days.

One member has a shopping addiction and cannot stop buying luxury goods.

One member is in a long-term relationship. The love between the partners has died out but they are together for the sake of their career. She doesn't want to marry him.

Several members have cheated on their partners.

A couple of the members are particularly kinky.

One member likes to eat a lot of different food but will not finish any of them, so there's a lot of leftovers and she doesn't pack them up. Lots of food waste.

One member likes to sit in a way that's considered impolite/rude in public.

One member litters a lot and also doesn't pick up after her pet.

One member has a dog and uses the dog as an accessory. She actually doesn't care about the dog at all and the dog has starved on many occassions.

One member likes to post on forums/Naver etc and spread bad stuff about the other members or other idols.

One member really hates a lot of male idols and their groups, including BTS and EXO.

Several members actually do not get along with their parents or siblings and a few have some money issues with the family.

Two members want to leave SNSD.

Several members suffer from eating disorders or mental health illnesses. One has recovered from an eating disorder.

A couple of members have dated within the company, including staff/manager.

Several members have had to do some extra stuff to get their solos/acting gigs.

One member has gone on a date with several popular kpop male idols.

One member likes to date younger people like a huge age gap.

One member likes to make fun of people too much; it's usually seen as a "joke" but really she's laughing at others.

One member in particular is super heavily in debt and is always borrowing money/forgetting her wallet at outings. Some of the brands that she has endorsed are angry at her because she promised to make some posts/videos but they were of subpar quality or never happened.

#kpop predictions #celebrity readings #kpop readings #celebrity predictions #psychic readings #general readings #friendship readings #snsd #girl's generation #sm #sm entertainment

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sunflowerspectre · 5 months

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Follow to Temptation | Ethan x Xander

Commission for @greensword101

Title: Follow to Temptation Summary: Ethan waits patiently for Xander to come back to him after their first time together. When he does, Ethan makes it worthwhile. Requested Word Count: 4k Final Word Count: 4104 words Tags/Warnings: Ethan x Xander, strippers/strip clubs, blowjobs, anal sex Sequel to Temptation (A03 | Tumblr) Read on A03 | Commission Info Follow to Temptation (18+ / Smut)

Xander has no idea how it became a normal occurrence, but considering how his life has been going, it seems just his luck that this would become a certified thing. A thing that he can not really put a name to. Fling sounds too casual, boyfriend sounds way too serious for what he wants to get into right now. At the very least, he has a newfound understanding of Buffy, and a lot of other girls in his life when they complained to him about their relationships. He can also understand why Buffy always seems to get with the bad guys, though he would never say that outloud. He just hopes that they never find out how he spent this summer. Enough so that he is almost desperate to start praying to some higher prayer to make sure they never find out, but he knows that never ends well for them.

He would never live it down if they found out. The stripping would be one thing; something that they would tease him about for the rest of his life and constantly remind him about that one summer he was a stripper. But fucking Ethan is another thing entirely. They would not just not let him live it down. Willow would probably have a few words with him. Buffy would, rightfully, get mad at his hypocrisy to criticize her relationships yet get down and dirty with Ethan. Giles would have a long talk with him - actually, Giles might throw up or throw down with Ethan then have a long talk with him. If Giles finds out about this, Ethan might just get his wish at seeing the Reaper return.

Xander shivers at the thought.

He expected it to be a one-off. A one night stand. Faith left a bad taste in his mouth after his experience with her, despite Ethan’s reassurances that it would not be the same with him. But true to his word, Ethan was nice. He took care of him. He cuddled. The next morning, he even ordered breakfast to be delivered and made sure he was okay. They even had a decent, if a bit awkward, morning after talk, ranging from what Xander had planned for the summer to different types of demons and how to take them down to what led Xander to end up as a stripper.

It was nice, but still Xander did not expect it to happen again. He had a fun time, made a new memory, did something (a few things) he never thought he would do. That is what summers are supposed to be for though, aren’t they? Don’t most summers have a little fling that only lasts a week?

He expected Ethan to move on from the small, quiet town. Then he would never see Ethan again, and hopefully Ethan would be smart enough to stay away from Sunnydale. Instead Ethan not only stays - he visits the club every night.

Ethan, for the first nights, does not say a word to him. Xander does his normal routine, and he can spot the other man in the audience, watching him intently with a hungry, knowing smile. The type of smile a lover gives knowing that they are the only one to have you while others thirst after you. He just watches, and leaves just as Xander leaves the stage; presumably back to his hotel.

It is very confusing. Enough so that Xander finally has enough of the mixed messages to pound at Ethan’s hotel room door after his shift at the club. Ethan’s door swings open to reveal the man, looking a bit disheveled. Xander can smell the liquor, but Ethan doesn’t seem too plastered. Xander thinks he can not be that drunk since he was at the club watching him dance less than an hour ago; Xander would not admit it, but he kept an eye on Ethan. He knows that he did not drink that heavily, maybe had a single glass of something , but nothing to suggest to Xander that he left early to go to the hotel because he was too drunk to stay.

So Xander does not feel particularly guilty about trying to talk to him. Ethan looks Xander over in mild surprise, his eyes trailing obviously checking Xander out closely. Xander feels a little exposed as the man undresses him with his eyes. Ethan looks a little disappointed that Xander is even wearing so much clothing in the first place ( sue him, just because it’s summer doesn’t mean he’s about to walk back to the hotel in just a g-string. He’s classy. The g-string is hidden under his jeans).

“You keep coming to the club.” Xander finally speaks up, forgetting every monologue he had prepared.

Ethan looks at him in amusement, leaning against the doorframe, not denying the fact. “I do.”

“And you keep watching me dance.”

“I do.” Ethan looks at him, taking in the way Xander shifts nervously with a smirk. “Are you here just to point out the obvious or are you finally here to ask me to do it again?”

Xander pauses, swallowing thickly at the stern tone that Ethan uses. Does he want to do it again? Is that way he keeps watching Ethan in the audience? Is that why he kept waiting to see if Ethan would come talk to him again? Why he spent the last few nights just at his hotel door, wondering. He comes to his decision more easily than he expected.

“I guess to ask you to do it again?” Xander’s nerves make his voice a little uncertain.

Ethan smirks, as if he won an argument. He grabs Xander gently by the chin, tipping his face up to look at him, “Is that a question or an answer?”

“An answer,” Xander breathes out, not quite expecting to be handled like this, but not against it. He feels himself already warping, becoming putty in Ethan’s hands, his ambition waning as he gives in.

Ethan’s face comes closer, just inches away from his lips, “Say please, Daddy. ”

The command is softly spoken in a firm, demanding voice that makes Xander’s knees go weak.

“ Please, Daddy.”

The term does not feel as weird as he expected it, instead it makes something inside of Xander snap as he lets out a breathy groan against Ethan’s mouth when their lips finally crash against each other. Ethan’s lips barely pull away as he grabs at Xander’s jeans. A finger hooks into his belt loop before yanking him by his jeans into the hotel room. Xander yelps, but lets himself get tossed around. The vibe between now and last time is shifting into something a little more new and uncharted, but something about the look in Ethan’s eyes makes Xander feel safe. He might be a little naive, but he knows Ethan will take care of him like a gentleman afterwards, no matter how this night might go.

The hotel room door slams shut and Xander finds himself pinned against the wall. Ethan takes one of Xander’s hands and pins it above his head by the wrist. He pins the other at Xander’s side as he leans into Xander. Xander is already writhing, his hips bucking against Ethan, groaning when it creates friction in his jeans.

“You lasted longer than I expected,” Ethan purrs as he lightly bites against Xander’s neck, “I expected you to fold and come talk to me much sooner.”

One of Ethan’s knees goes between Xander’s leg, bumping it against his hardening cock. Xander lets out a low groan at the teasing, his face becoming flushed.

“You could have come to me too, you know,” Xander snarks right back, but at Ethan’s squeeze against his wrists, he adds on, “ Daddy.”

“There you go,” Ethan praises lightly, his grip loosening, “That’s not so hard now, is it? I could have come to you, you’re right, but it’s much more fun to see you get this needy for me.”

Ethan bites a particularly sensitive spot that makes Xander shudder. He can feel his cock straining against his jeans. With a cheeky look, Ethan gets a gleam in his eye before sliding down to his knees.

“I told you that Daddy would take care of you, didn’t I,” Ethan murmurs as he works on the button and zipper of Xander’s jeans.

“Y-Yes,” Xander shudders, knees buckling when his cock springs free from its confines. With a bit of maneuvering, the jeans come completely off, leaving him in his shirt and g-string against the wall. He looks down at Ethan’s head between his legs and almost cums just from the sight.

“Yes, what?” Ethan teases, running his finger along Xander’s shaft through the thin fabric of the g-string.

“ Yes, daddy,” Xander corrects with a loud groan as Ethan slips Xander’s cock out from the side of the fabric, gripping it in his hand. “ Oh, fuck.”

“That’s it, darling,” Ethan purrs, “Be a good boy, and you’ll be rewarded. You want to be rewarded, don’t you?”

Xander clenches, his jaw tensing as he feels Ethan put the tip of his cock into his mouth. Xander shudders, “Yes, I- I’ll be good, daddy.”

Ethan groans against Xander’s cock, pleased with his eagerness to obey. Xander’s hands gently paw at the back of Ethan’s head, desperate for more. Xander groans and writhes when Ethan takes more of his cock into his mouth, slowly and steadily until he’s all the way down to the base. Ethan stays there for a beat too long before pulling up. Xander feels himself already getting closer and Ethan gives him a smirk, as if he knows exactly how close Xander is.

Xander becomes a mess against the wall, of shuddering, withering moans, as Ethan makes such quick work of him. Ethan’s head bobs up and down on his cock like a seasoned professional, and when Xander tries to grab at his head, he gets swatted away with a dirty look. At any given moment, whatever is not in his mouth is in his palm, pumping him steadily. Xander’s cock throbs and finally, Ethan pulls his mouth away to just pump his cock in a firm grasp.

“Cum for daddy, pretty boy,” Ethan urges.

Xander obeys, his finish hitting him harder than expected as he spills into Ethan’s palm. He stands there, his knees wobbling, his face flushed, with a bit of embarrassment as Ethan stands and goes to wipe his hands on some nearby tissues casually.

“I’ll be at the club tomorrow night,” Ethan directs, not quite looking at Xander as he cleans himself up, “Wear this g-string, a pair of fishnets and a mesh top. Don’t wear anything you don’t want me to ruin and be sure to be prepped for me. Anything I rip off of you, I’ll replace, I’m not a savage. I’ll order a VIP room for us and we’ll continue this then.”

Ethan looks to Xander sternly, “Am I clear?”

Xander gulps, his head still spinning as he tries to process the directions. He tenses, almost unsure, and almost feeling like he’s being rushed out of the room after being used; but the idea of using the VIP room at the club is tempting. Enough so that he agrees.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good chap, I hope that all of this helped after a hard night’s work on the floor.” Ethan presses a kiss to his cheek, “Stay here for the night, get comfortable, wash up. Borrow some of my clothes, or be naked.” Ethan gives him a saucy glance, almost implying he’d want the latter. “While you get cleaned up, I’ll make us a nice dinner.”

Xander relaxes, his doubts fading away with the comfort of knowing that he was right; Ethan will take care of him.

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Xander is on edge the next night at the club. He obeyed Ethan on what to wear, the black g-string barely covering him and holding in his family jewels, his ass completely exposed, with black fishnets that start right at his hip, where the band of the g-string is pulled tightly just above the band of the fishnets. The black mesh top can barely even be called that; it ends just above his nipples with tight short sleeves that squeeze his biceps. Thankfully, between his summer job and hunting evil monsters that have firmed him up enough to even get said summer job, he feels fairly confident.

Exposing outfits had not particularly bothered him before, but until Ethan, he felt more neutral about them. He did not think too hard about people seeing him, and just focused on what he had to do. Now, he is very aware that at least one particular someone is watching him in the crowd.

Xander finds himself at the VIP area before they even request him, having spotted Ethan slip in just before him. The bouncer who guards the private rooms looks at the clipboard briefly before telling him what VIP area he is needed at. He does raise an eyebrow questionably at Xander, but does not actually ask. Xander still flushes, and quickly dips away into the room knowing Ethan is waiting for him.

Ethan is already lounging on the couch provided in the room, casually sipping at the champagne bottle from the table, watching Xander with a critical, lustful eye.

“You listened to me,” Ethan almost sounds surprised as he takes in Xander’s outfit, before a smugful look crosses his face, “Good job, pet. I wasn’t sure if you’d actually do it, but you’ve managed to surprise me.”

He takes a sip of the glass, looking at Xander from over the room, “You’ve managed to surprise me quite a bit actually. I certainly never expected to find you in a place like this to even begin with, or to do what we’ve done together -”

He stands, and Xander’s breathing hitches as a hand is once again at his chin, forcing him to look up, “-or for you to be such a good boy for me. I want you on the couch, legs spread. Have you already been preparing yourself for me?”

Xander nods, his ass sore and gaping from working himself up before his shift. Ethan gives a pleased hmm as he lets Xander get into position. Xander practically scrambles to the couch, spreading his knees. He swallows thickly as Ethan carefully takes off the heeled shoes, making a comment under his breath about not being oblivious to their price point. He was not sure what shoes to wear with the getup, oddly lost that it was not in Ethan’s directions, but ultimately settled on the more expensive pair to help elevate the much cheaper fishnets and g-string. Given that Ethan said he would replace anything he destroyed, he wants to laugh that the man still has his limits.

“These,” Ethan continues, hooking his thumb into a bit of the fishnet, “These are good to ruin.”

Xander flinches when Ethan hooks both of his thumbs through the fishnet and tears. The thin fabric easily rips apart and Ethan does not hesitate in taking the g-string with it. He should not have expected the cheap fabric to hold up well, but he expected it to be a little more difficult. There is a bit of a chilling realization that it would not take much for any client of the club to just expose him, so he instead focuses on the one that did.

With the exception of his top and the shreds of fishnet that still clings to his legs, Xander is fully exposed in front of Ethan. His cock is already semi-erect, making Ethan look up at him suggestively as he starts to pump it slowly.

“Come now, pet, you can do much better,” Ethan urges, “Once you get nice and hard for me, I’ll pump you full of my cock.”

Xander shudders, his leg twitching, “Yes, daddy.”

The more Ethan pumps his cock and talks to him, the more Xander’s shaft hardens in his palm. With anyone else, Xander might be more self-conscious about not being fully erect yet. But Ethan is patient, he does not say a negative word, nor does he seem frustrated that he has to spend time making sure Xander is ready and enjoying himself.

Xander’s head leans back as he closes his eyes, letting out a soft sigh as Ethan starts to manhandle his balls as he pumps his cock. With a few well-timed squeezes, Ethan hums in content as Xander’s cock hardens at attention, throbbing for more.

“There you go,” Ethan purrs, and a finger starts to prod at his asshole, “Pump your cock for daddy while I make sure you’re nice and ready for me.”

Xander whines, obeying immediately, grasping his cock in his hand as he feels Ethan’s finger start to enter him, curling inside of him until it hits that sweet center.

“ Fuck, Ethan -”

“Ah-ah,” Ethan scolds, starting to remove his finger, “You know what to call me if you want me to continue.”

“ Daddy,” Xander becomes more desperate, his voice cracking as his hips buck, begging for Ethan to continue, “ Daddy !”

Ethan mumbles a few praises, pressing a kiss to Xander’s inner thigh. After a few more curls and pumps of his finger, he removes it to grab Xander’s legs, hoisting them over his shoulders to align his cock with Xander’s hole.

Ethan slowly starts to push his cock into Xander, “There you go. Good job, pet, taking my cock so well. I’ve been waiting to do this again with you, but you took your time coming to my hotel door again, didn’t you?”

Xander shudders with a gasping moan, his hands clutching at the couch beside him, clawing desperately as he feels himself stretch around Ethan’s cock.

“Yes, daddy,” Xander breathes out, “I’m sorry -”

Ethan pushes himself all the way to the base with a light, forceful shove, “I think you should be punished for making me wait, pet.”

Xander’s knees buckle as Ethan continues, “Don’t touch yourself until I tell you too. You don’t get to cum until I give you permission.”

Xander’s cock is already throbbing, begging for more, precum leaking from its tip as Ethan buries himself into his hole. Xander lets out a low whine, but does not disobey. “ Fuck, yes, daddy, I’ll be a good boy.”

“Good, darling,” Ethan lets out a low groan as he starts to pull himself out from Xander before slamming back into him again with a grunt.

Xander’s cock throbs at the lack of attention, becoming pink and swollen, as Ethan starts to slam himself into Xander at a steady rhythm. Ethan groans each time Xander’s hands twitch and start to reach for his cock before clutching at the couch cushion desperately. Xander whines, his toes curling each time that Ethan slams into him. The position allows Ethan to go as deep as he wishes into Xander, and with each thrust, his balls slap against Xander. He does not go easy on him, slamming into him with a careful strength.

“You take me so well, pretty boy,” Ethan purrs, looking down at the way Xander is a red, flushed and writhing mess beneath him, ever the picture of a perfect sub for him.

The VIP room becomes filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and sweaty, breathy moans as Ethan feels his climax rising, the coil tightening in his gut.

“Touch yourself for me, pretty boy,” Ethan finally orders, “Pump your cock for me until you cum as I slam into you.”

Xander’s hand scrambles for his cock, grasping it frantically with the permission he had been waiting so patiently for. He starts to pump his cock with a firm, quick grasp, getting closer and closer each time Ethan slams into him. He feels his cock throbbing in his palm and he lets out a low, drawn out moan as he spills onto his palm and stomach, his legs still up on Ethan’s shoulders.

“Can I cum inside of you, my pet,” Ethan purrs, his voice raspy, with sweat dripping on his brow. “Tell me, and I’ll cum wherever you please, darling.”

Xander writhes against him, his hips bucking into each thrust, “Y - you can do it inside of me, daddy. Please. F - Fuck!”

Ethan lets out a string of curses as he reaches his climax, spilling himself into Xander’s hole with a final, deep thrust that hits the perfect sweet spot. He gives a few more lazy, slower thrusts, making sure to finish himself off completely before he pulls himself out, panting heavily as he moves to sit down on the couch beside Xander.

“Who knew that fucking such a pretty boy would be more of a workout than fighting monsters, eh?” Ethan teases lighty, pressing a kiss to Xander’s temple. His mood starts to shift into something more pleasant as he checks Xander over, making sure that he is okay and there are no visible bruises or marks.

Xander lets out a sharp laugh that turns into a cough as he tries to catch his breath, “Yeah that - that was something else. How long do you plan on staying in town?”

Xander does not have the strength to really move if he wanted to, choosing to lay on the couch as he tries to even his heartbeat. Beside him, Ethan sits with his trousers still off, but his cock tucked neatly back into his underwear. Ethan drapes his arm over Xander’s shoulders, pulling closer as he starts to absently run his fingers through Xander’s hair with a thoughtful hum.

“Ah, that depends, how long are you staying?”

Xander swallows thickly, and for a brief moment he wonders if it is smart to reveal his plans, but he figures that most of his secrets are out of the window considering everything that they have done.

“End of the summer.” Xander finally admits. “Sunnydale needs me.”

Ethan hums, “Then I’ll stay until the end of the summer, see you off. I don’t reckon the Reaper or his slayer will be too pleased with me if I try to sneak my way into Sunnydale. Perhaps we will see ourselves here next year around the same time?”

Xander likes the sound of that. The implication of it becoming something more common, more than just a summer fling. Given the location of the town, if he comes here to meet with Ethan every summer for who knows how long, he doubts anyone will pick up on something going on. The town could allow them both a vacation every year - a vacation with no monsters, no vampires, no feuds or fighting, just each other.

“I can do that,” Xander finally speaks up, “Next year, same time, and as long as you don’t plan on backstabbing me or killing me, we won’t have any problems.”

Ethan actually lets out a soft laugh, petting Xander’s hair, “No, no - I have no plans of the sort, I assure you. I’d rather keep my darling pet in one piece.”

Xander relaxes, and believes him. He likes to think that the two of them have actually had a pretty good time together. His body still aches a bit, and he knows he is a mess, but he still moves to stretch out his arms with a content sigh.

“I guess we can’t hide out here forever,” Xander looks around the VIP room. At Ethan’s clothes. At his torn up fishnets and destroyed g-string, yet in tack heels. “But I don’t suppose you have a change of extra clothes tucked away somewhere?”

Ethan gestures toward his bag, “With what I planned to do, I did at least plan ahead. I figured you didn’t want me peeping through your hotel room, so I bought you something instead.”

He gives Xander a lingering look, trailing his eyes up and down his figure, “I took a guess on size, want to place a bet if I’m right?’

Xander lets out a dry laugh, thankful that the man didn’t go to his hotel room, as he digs through the bag. He pulls out a second pair of fishnets, ones to no doubt replace the ones he lost, and a jockstrap that seems a bit more suggestive than even the g-string, with the two straps that wrap just under his rear, holding it up in place. Xander gives Ethan a questioning look, before sighing and putting it on, knowing he does not have much of a choice if he does not want the entire club to see his full front nudity.

Ethan watches him put it on with a knowing smirk, “I’ll replace the g-string later, pet.”

#myworks #mycommissions #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #buffy the vampire slayer #xander harris #ethan rayne #ethan x xander

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lindseydalt · 1 year

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❛ STAINED GLASS WINDOWS IN MY MIND . . . ❜

FULL BIOGRAPHY ✦ STATISTICS ✦ NAVIGATE ✦ AS LOVED BY CARLIE.

[ cis woman, she/her ] Welcome to Aurora Bay, LINDSEY DALTON! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like MEGHANN FAHY. You must be the THIRTY TWO year old SCRIPTWRITER / PRODUCER. Word is you’re AUDACIOUS but can also be a bit OBSTINATE and your favorite song is I KNOW THE END BY PHOEBE BRIDGERS. I also heard you’ll be staying in SEABROOK QUARTER. I’m sure you’ll love it! @aurorabayaesthetic

ABOUT.

full name / nickname: lindsey victoria maher dalton ( will answer to anything, most commonly used nicknames are linds and lindie )

age: thirty-two

date of birth: october 23, 1991

zodiac sign: scorpio sun

gender: cis female (she/her/hers)

place of birth: brooklyn, new york city, new york

current residence: seabrook quarter, aurora bay

sexual orientation: pansexual

occupation: scriptwriter and producer, trying to side hustle as a vintner but ain't going great

PERSONALITY.

goals / desires: professionally would like to develop her own wines and open a winery someday, also win an oscar. personally wants to mend her approach on relationships, find people who she is genuinely compatible with then actually put in the work necessary to keep them in her life, and reconnect with her semi-estranged siblings. she’d also love nothing more than to once and for all convince people she did not murder her first husband, but girlie dreams big.

fears: inadequacy, loneliness for the remainder of her life, being buried alive, having her voice stripped from her, her own personal hell winding up being never ending math problems.

hobbies: walking her dog, trying out new recipes in her kitchen, making to do lists, collecting makeup and then shade matching / doing makeup for anyone who will let her use them as her canvas, karaoke bars, window shopping, watching films, kickboxing / weightlifting, teaching herself guitar, finding the best buffalo wings and beer combination.

likes: new notebooks, thoughtful conversations, getting tattoos, uncapping a pen for the first time, having someone play with her hair, homemade truffle mac and cheese, i love lucy reruns, being outdoors in the sun, furniture shopping, baking, a well-made drink, getting her hands dirty ( figuratively and literally ) the weight of her bag when she has her laptop in it, deep dish pizza, musicals, a good book, nights out, popping the cork off of a fresh bottle of wine, trying on jewelry.

dislikes: having to use hotel-issued shampoo / conditioner, the feeling of getting a spray tan, the smell of gasoline, confrontations that ultimately lead to a stalemate, people not using their turn signals, people cracking their fingers / knuckles, arrogance, small talk, the texture of wool.

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

friends, all the friends ! platonic soulmates, ride or dies, confidants, casual friends, friends through work, friends who are like siblings, new friends, reconnected friends, friends who everyone thinks are toting around some sexual tension / will they won’t they energy, and more !

work ties of any and all kind — maybe lindsey has collaborated with them in the past on a project or just knows them from networking / parties

flings / hookups / one night stands

friends with benefits that can stay perfectly platonic / friends with benefits that begin to get muddled with Feelings / friends with benefits that turn sour.

exes of any flavor — good terms, bad terms, haven’t spoken since, exes that aren’t crazy about seeing the other person moving on

a pair that almost Made It, but something just didn’t work out. whether it was timing, a lack of a true connection, or something entirely different, two people who never get together after what i imagine is quite a bit of time flirting and the occasional date here and there. things could’ve ended just fine, things could still be a little awkward, or full-blown tension because angst is fun

blind dates

antagonistic relationships, too — messy vibes where they get along swimmingly one day and the next they are ready to rip each other’s throats out, former friends, people who are just skeptical of lindsey esp with the whole Gideon Thing™️, anything and everything !

lindsey's production company partner, any of lindsey's siblings / ex husband #2 ( wc to go to the main later )

+ i’m open to so many more, this is just a very base list of ideas we can bounce off of ! please come poke me in ims or on discord and let’s create something so incredible together that tumblr regrets the day it ever opened its servers

#aurorabay.intro

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thelostrainbowthenovel · 2 years

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Since I’ve made a few mentions of this before but never really expanded upon it, I thought I would share a little more about Gaia’s previous lovers! She has dated a few people in the past, though she has been single for the couple of years. None of these lovers will be actual characters, so just descriptions of the relationships and no names. But, I hope you enjoy!

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- First Relationship

Gaia’s first relationship happened when she was about 16-17, and lasted for almost a year. It was with a noble boy who had a crush on the princess, who was charmed by him in return. They had a good relationship, going on private little dates and whatnot. Ultimately they broke up when he had to move away with his family, but they are on good terms and still write each other letters occasionally.

- Second Relationship

Gaia’s second relationship happened when she was around 18-20, and lasted for about two years. It was with a noble girl she had been friends with for a long time, and after working through their feelings, decided to go out together. Gaia’s longest relationship, they had a good thing during those years, but after a while they felt like they drifted apart in a romantic sense so they split and decided it would be best to remain as friends.

- Third Relationship

Gaia’s third relationship happened when she was 21, and lasted for half a year. This one was with a man who was a few years older than her and worked as a tattoo artist, having met when Gaia was getting the vine tattoos on her hips/thighs done. He felt no qualms about flirting with the princess, who appreciated the ‘bolder’ attention towards her than she was previously used to. It was a very intense relationship, but after Gaia learned of his more seedy nature, she cut things off as politely but firmly as she could.

- Fourth Relationship

Gaia’s fourth relationship also happened when she was 21, a couple months after her previous one and lasted only a few months. This relationship was with another girl, and Gaia’s first venture into casual hook up culture. She had been interested in it for a little while, as she believes that casual relationships do not need to be seen as bad as they are, so long as everything is consensual and there is no lying or harm between the partners. Gaia met the girl at a burlesque-style show she had gotten a chance to attend in a nearby country, and she was really impressed by the way she moved and seemed to genuinely love performing. After the performance, she went up to her and let her know she enjoyed the show, and the girl was pleased to here this as she actually did not receive much praise like that before. They decided to get drinks and hang out together later that night, and as they were talking, they found some things in common and the other to be a fun person to hangout with. As the girl was also into casual relationships, after they hung out a few more times they decided to give it a try. It was a short-lived fling, as eventually Gaia had to focus her attention back in Erdennia, but there is no hard feelings between them.

- Fifth/Last Relationship

Gaia’s fifth and last relationship she’s had happened when she was 22, and lasted for several months. This relationship was with a non-binary person she had met at a pride month festival, and at first was another casual thing before they got a little more into it as the months passed. It was good for a while, until one day they stopped talking to her. They had a slow period for a while where they weren’t, so according to them they assumed that meant their thing together was over. Gaia, while a bit sad at the sudden departure, agreed it was best for them to break things off. After this relationship, she decided it would be for the best if she took a long time off from dating, seeing as she had been at it for many years and just felt like it would do her some good to focus on herself for a while. Currently, she has been single for the past three years, and though she feels ready to give dating a try again and hopefully find a serious and long-term partner this time around, she also is not going to rush anything as she lets them happen when they happen.

#the lost rainbow #character-building #relationships #gaia erdmann #gaia #main characters

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thetorturedmusesdept · 3 months

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Was that [FELIX MALLARD]? Oh no no, that was just [JIM HAWKINS], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [DISNEY’S TREASURE PLANET]. They are [TWENTY-ONE] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

FULL NAME: James Pleiades Hawkins AGE: 21 SPECIES: Human FANDOM: Disney’s Treasure Planet GENDER IDENTITY: Cis Male; he/him SEXUALITY: Heterosexual NATIONALITY: American ETHNICITY: White HOW LONG HAS YOUR CHARACTER BEEN HERE?: Two Weeks JOB: Busboy at Benbow Inn WHERE HAS YOUR CHARACTER BEEN PULLED FROM IN THEIR FANDOM?: Just before he finds the alien with the treasure map. HAS ANY MAGIC AFFECTED YOUR CHARACTER?: Yes, Jim is under the belief that he has always lived in Washington DC rather than being from a planet called Montressor. Pretty much all memories of his life are the same, they’ve just been replaced with memories of DC instead.

FACE CLAIM: Felix Mallard SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: Long floppy hair. HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Hazel ACCENT: American

SIBLING(S): None PARTNER(S): None atm. CHILDREN: None atm. PARENT(S): Sarah Hawkins and Leland Hawkins

- Jim loves astronomy. He finds space fascinating. One of his favorite things to do is stargaze. He dreams of visiting other planets one day. Absolutely 100% believes aliens are real. - Super into pirates and the stories of legendary pirates like Flint. Thinks of himself as a lowkey pirate, but one that’s a good person that just likes finding treasure and having daring adventures! Yes, he’s kind of sort of a thief at the end of the day but for the most part he’s usually only stealing from dead people? - Has been having a bit of a rough patch for the past few… years. Look, he swears he’s fine but the truth is Jim has major abandonment issues and could probably benefit from some therapy. - Plays guitar. Sings decently. This is not something most people know or get to see very often. If he shows it to you, consider yourself special. Would absolutely refuse to do karaoke (even though he’d eventually do it and have fun.) - Genius. No, really. He’s smart as all hell. Could definitely take apart your computer and put it together again faster and better than before. Same thing with your car/motorcycle. Same thing with any technology, really. - In the same vein, Jim loves to invent things. He’s got loads of blueprints and a few different things he’s invented over the years that are important to him. He is still perfecting the solar surfer. - Jim has been begging for a pet his whole life, so it’s no surprise that he just got himself a little golden retriever puppy. His name is Captain and he loves that dog dearly. - Most of the time, if he’s not working, you can find Jim tending to his motorcycle or working on an invention. He also goes for runs to clear his head occasionally and can sometimes be found at a bar just enjoying a drink.

platonic connections: Friends! Please! Jim needs good friends. He can be a really good friend in return. He’s tons of fun and very trustworthy. more platonic connections: Bring me anyone from Treasure Planet! Silver, Amelia, Dr Doppler, Ben, Morph!!! SO much fun could be had!! treasure hunter/explorer connections: Fellow treasure hunter? Fellow explorer? Do you like to break into abandoned places? Do you like running from the authorities? You and Jim might bump into one another one day and help each other out of a jam! stargazers: Give me people who love to stargaze!! They can stargaze together and talk about space and planets and stars and astronomy!!! It’s dope shit! hook ups/fwb connections: Jim is mainly on the dating sites looking for casual, lowkey connections. He doesn’t want a serious relationship at the moment. So whether they met on an app or they meet organically, it’d be fun to play out flings and whatnot!

#[ intro ]#hw: intro #[ about ]#[ hc ]#[ jim hawkins intro ]#[ jim hc ]#drinking mention tw

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treasurehunterhxwkins · 4 months

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FULL NAME: James Pleiades Hawkins AGE: 21 SPECIES: Human FANDOM: Disney's Treasure Planet GENDER IDENTITY: Cis Male; he/him SEXUALITY: Heterosexual NATIONALITY: American ETHNICITY: White HOW LONG HAS YOUR CHARACTER BEEN HERE?: Two Weeks JOB: Busboy at Benbow Inn WHERE HAS YOUR CHARACTER BEEN PULLED FROM IN THEIR FANDOM?: Just before he finds the alien with the treasure map. HAS ANY MAGIC AFFECTED YOUR CHARACTER?: Yes, Jim is under the belief that he has always lived in Washington DC rather than being from a planet called Montressor. Pretty much all memories of his life are the same, they've just been replaced with memories of DC instead.

FACE CLAIM: Felix Mallard SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: Long floppy hair. HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Hazel ACCENT: American

SIBLING(S): None PARTNER(S): None atm. CHILDREN: None atm. PARENT(S): Sarah Hawkins and Leland Hawkins

#[ about ]#[ intro ]#hw: intro #[ hc ]

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solar-ships · 4 months

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🎀 and 🌻for the OC F/O Ask game

Thank you so much for the ask!

🎀 - What kind of relationship do you and your F/O have? What's your overall dynamic within their universe?

Ianto and I are still kind of finding our feet. Ever since I created him, we've sort of had a... love-hate relationship, because I speak with utmost affection when I say that this man is a mess. He's done a lot of harm in his canon, and wasn't the easiest person to deal with as his writer, but something happened to me in March that led to me finding a lot of comfort in him, aaaand I think we've kind of been catching feelings since? We're not putting a label on it so far. For the general dynamic... we're pretty similar, personality-wise, which can lead to butting heads, but at this point, it's more playful bickering than anyone, and also makes me low-key melt because I know Ianto prefers to sweet-talk people unless he really likes them/feels like they're close. Romantic tension off the charts and lots of casual physical affection. Gods, he's so... *hides my face in my hands*

Ava and I are the sort of couple that finish each others' sentences. Despite being a few years older than me, it almost feels like your classic teenage romance - she's fun, she's just fun, excitable and adventurous in a way that I'm not, but I let her drag me along. I think we're probably menaces to the people around us, low-key enabling each others' chaos, with constant banter and PDA (she's a cat - if my lap is free, it's her seat now).

I would describe my relationship with Knows-The-Skies as queerplatonic, I think? We're definitely more than friends, but I wouldn't say we're romantic (though I wouldn't mind that, tbh...). Been very close for a very long time, and have managed to become very emotionally attuned to each other. We've got the same fascination with history and the natural world, so a lot of our bonding is through fact-sharing, showing off pretty rocks or interesting bugs we found, or exploring some new area together... and also, she's super touch starved and kind of uses me as a cure for that. It's very soft, patient and kind of understated. I really like it <3

🌻 - If you're in a romantic relationship, what type of partner is your F/O?

I mean... I have to be frank, Ianto is kind of a bad one? Just judging by how he treats his canon love interest. It's the main reason we haven't gotten together earlier. He rarely falls in love, but when he does, it's hard and fast, and it's hard for him to fall out of it again. However, he struggles to maintain them. No matter how much he may like a person, the thrill will eventually wear off, and he'll become distant, turning his focus more towards himself and his other flings (he doesn't do closed relationships). It's not something he likes about himself. However, when you do have him... oh, it's divine. It's like something out of a romance novel. He's almost worshipful towards his partners - red wine, chocolates and cherries, ballroom dancing in ancient palaces or slow dancing in dark kitchens, walks in gardens and rose bouquets, long mornings in bed where he insists that he doesn't care if he's late to work, the kingdom can crumble for all he cares, this is far more important. If I have to describe him as a partner in one word, it's passionate.

Ava tries so hard to be this hot, punk, queer heartbreaker whose attitude towards relationships is so very casual, and it's true that she does like flings and FWB relationships... but she's also got a tendency to fall so hard she can't sleep because she's too busy thinking about them and it's honestly kinda frustrating. If I have to describe her as a partner in one word, it's adventurous. She will climb a window at 5AM to wake her darling up and take them on an urban-ex date. She'll write their names in grafitti or push them to go swimming in the nearby lake after two drinks, just so she can see them in swimwear, all while teasing and complimenting them in the same breath, her love evident every time she looks at them. It can be a bit intense, but it can also be the time of your life.

Knows-The-Skies has some... issues with intimacy. First as a wanted woman, then as a vampire, always as a wanderer, she's very, very aware of how proximity to her could lead to other people getting into danger. Even though she's pretty social by nature, she likes to stay clear of others to try to keep them safe. She needs someone who's even more stubborn than she is, someone she can really feel like she can trust and rely on. If you manage to get her to that point, though? She's ride or die, she'll never let you go. Slowburn that will most likely end in a marriage. If I have to describe her as a partner in one word, it's devoted.

#oc f/os

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treasurehunterhawkins · 8 months

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"I'm still here."

FULL NAME: James Pleiades Hawkins AGE: 21 SPECIES: Gifted Human FAIRYTALE: Treasure Planet GENDER IDENTITY: Male; he/him SEXUALITY: Heterosexual NATIONALITY: American ETHNICITY: White

FACE CLAIM: Felix Mallard SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: Long floppy hair. HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Hazel ACCENT: American

PAST OCCUPATION: Busboy CURRENT OCCUPATION: Line Cook

SIBLING(S): None PARTNER(S): None atm. CHILDREN: None atm. PARENT(S): Sarah Hawkins and Leland Hawkins

- Jim loves astronomy. He finds space fascinating. One of his favorite things to do is stargaze. He dreams of visiting other planets one day. Absolutely 100% believes aliens are real. - Super into pirates and the stories of legendary pirates like Flint. Thinks of himself as a lowkey pirate, but one that's a good person that just likes finding treasure and having daring adventures! Yes, he's kind of sort of a thief at the end of the day but for the most part he's usually only stealing from dead people? - Has been having a bit of a rough patch for the past few... years. Look, he swears he's fine but the truth is Jim has major abandonment issues and could probably benefit from some therapy. - Plays guitar. Sings decently. This is not something most people know or get to see very often. If he shows it to you, consider yourself special. Would absolutely refuse to do karaoke (even though he'd eventually do it and have fun.) - Genius. No, really. He's smart as all hell. Could definitely take apart your computer and put it together again faster and better than before. Same thing with your car/motorcycle. Same thing with any technology, really. - In the same vein, Jim loves to invent things. He's got loads of blueprints and a few different things he's invented over the years that are important to him. He is still perfecting the solar surfer. - Jim has been begging for a pet his whole life, so it's no surprise that he's got a three year old golden retriever named Flint that he got as a puppy. Raising that dog has been Jim's happiest journey. That's his best friend. - Most of the time, if he's not working, you can find Jim tending to his motorcycle or working on an invention. He also goes for runs to clear his head occasionally and can sometimes be found at a bar just enjoying a drink.

Platonic Connections: Friends! Please! Jim needs good friends. He can be a really good friend in return. He's tons of fun and very trustworthy. More Platonic Connections: Bring me anyone from Treasure Planet! Silver, Amelia, Dr Doppler, Ben, Morph!!! SO much fun could be had!! Treasure Hunter/Explorer Connections: Fellow treasure hunter? Fellow explorer? Do you like to break into abandoned places? Do you like running from the authorities? You and Jim might bump into one another one day and help each other out of a jam! Stargazers: Give me people who love to stargaze!! They can stargaze together and talk about space and planets and stars and astronomy!!! It's dope shit! Hook Ups/FWB Connections: Jim is mainly on the dating sights looking for casual, lowkey connections. He doesn't want a serious relationship at the moment. So whether they met on an app or they meet organically, it'd be fun to play out flings and whatnot!

#[ about ]#[ prompt ]#fsbprompts #[ hc ]

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

"Yes?"

"Can I nap in your room?"

"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.

"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I like you."

"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."

"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.

"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.

"When's your next class, you little baby?"

"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"

"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.

You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more.

But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.

And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.

Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.

Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.

Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.

It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.

"Class time."

"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."

"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."

"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.

"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"

"I said I'd think about it right?"

"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."

"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.

"Just come for a little bit."

"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."

"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.

"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."

"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.

"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"

"Sure. If you pay." He groans

"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.

Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.

Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.

"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.

"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—

"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"

"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.

"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.

"Shut up, Jungkook—"

"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."

"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.

"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.

"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."

"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.

After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier. The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.

"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.

"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."

"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"

"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.

"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.

"Should be holy water because you all need it."

"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.

"How many people are you expecting?"

"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."

"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."

"They're invited too."

"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"

"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."

"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.

He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"

"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."

"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.

"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.

"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."

"It sounds like you want to."

"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.

"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."

"Yesssss! I do."

"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."

"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].

And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.

"I'm back!"

"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.

"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."

"Ugh, I'm so tired though."

"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.

"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."

"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.

"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"

"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.

Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.

"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."

"Can I join?" His eyes light up.

"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.

While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.

"You smell just like me." You chuckle.

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.

"No, I'll be good."

"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.

"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."

"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.

"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.

"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.

"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."

"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."

"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."

"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.

"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"

"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?

"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."

"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.

"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."

"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?

Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.

Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.

Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.

"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.

"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"

"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."

"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."

"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.

"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."

"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.

He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.

Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.

"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.

"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."

"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.

"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."

"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"

"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.

And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.

10 drinks.

10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.

"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.

"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.

You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.

But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.

"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.

"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."

"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.

"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.

"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.

"Y-yes." You whine.

"Say it again."

"All for you, Kook."

"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.

"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.

"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.

"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.

"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.

The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.

You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.

No.

That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.

Nothing.

Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.

The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.

Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'

Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.

Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.

And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.

"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.

"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.

"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.

"Y/N—"

"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.

"I never said—"

"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.

Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.

You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.

"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.

"Y/N, wait. Stop."

"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.

"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.

"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.

"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"

"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.

Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.

This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.

You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.

Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?

"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body. "Just got out of practice?"

"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.

"How was it?"

"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."

"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.

"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.

"What time is it at?"

"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.

"Sure. I'll come."

"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.

"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"

"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.

"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."

"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.

"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."

"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”

"Yeah I know."

"Tell me how it goes!"

"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.

You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.

To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.

To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.

The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.

Gross.

Messy, indeed.

Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?

"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.

"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"

"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"

"Who the hell said that?"

"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"

"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.

"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."

"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.

Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.

God.

You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.

Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"

"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.

"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.

"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.

You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.

I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?

He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.

Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.

Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.

But he can tell.

"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.

"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.

"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.

"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"

"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."

"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"

"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."

"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.

"Wait."

"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the head of his chair while he turns to you.

"Can you just lay with me?"

"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"

"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"

"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.

"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."

"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.

"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.

"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.

"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."

"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.

"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.

"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.

"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.

"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.

"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.

And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.

But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.

And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.

Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.

The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.

"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.

Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.

That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.

Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.

And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.

"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.

"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.

"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"

"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"

"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."

"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.

"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.

And he gets that.

His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.

"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hm?"

"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.

"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.

"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.

"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.

"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.

"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.

"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.

"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.

"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.

"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.

"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.

"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.

"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.

"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.

You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.

"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.

"I love you too." You giggle.

"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.

"Shut up."

"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.

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hypmic-writings · 3 years

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Picnic date Headcanons with Fling Posse please 👉👈 👀

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Pairing: Ramuda Amemura x reader; Gentaro Yumeno x reader; Dice Arisugawa x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: This one was so cute! Picnic dates are adorable and I bet it would be so fun with each of them! Hope you enjoy~

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Ramuda Amemura:

Ramuda has a love/hate relationship with picnics

he loves the idea of being in a park surrounded by beautiful flowers and trees, sunny and bright, with only you for company

but he also hates dirt and grass and sand and anything else that can get messy so the idea of laying in it isn’t fun for him

but when you ask him to go on a picnic date with you, it’s impossible for him to say no

so he just grins and begs you to put sweet things in the picnic basket before you go off

the first thing he does is lay out the blankets - yes, he brought multiple blankets to ensure that he doesn’t have to sit on the dirt

if you’re picnicking on a beach, he’s definitely going to complain about the sand, and if you’re in the grass he’ll whine about all of the bugs

you’re definitely going to have to brush away any ants that come near him

but when you start to strike up conversation with him while giving him half a sandwich and some sake, he’s a bit happier

and pretty soon he’s forgotten all of his worries and is happy just to spend time with you

Ramuda’s favorite thing to do on picnic dates is to cloud gaze

because sometimes he likes imagining that he’s anywhere other than where he is and he likes looking at clouds with you

while you both shout out different things that the clouds remind you of, pointing at each of them and making them out to be whatever you want

it’s a form of escapism that Ramuda never knew how much he loved until you did it with him on your first date

he definitely pulls himself onto your lap, resting his head on your chest and just enjoys the date

because as much as he puts on the outgoing facade, he really does love just being alone with you

most of the time you end up talking with each other for hours on the dates and you don’t get home until it’s dark

and then Ramuda happily says that he had an amazing time and that he can’t wait to go again

until, of course, you ask him to go again and he starts the whole cycle over again by whining about the preperation and the dirt

Gentaro Yumeno:

Gentaro likes going on picnic dates with you because he enjoys spending quiet time alone with you

he’ll help you prepare the basket, or even do it himself, picking classic foods like sandwiches or salads

he always pairs it extremely well with wine or beer and he always adds small deserts like candy or chocolate so you sometimes ask him to prepare the basket just because you know he does it so well

Gentaro prefers to picnic on fields of flowers because he thinks that it adds to the romantic ambience

you almost always pic a place close to some trees so that you can have a bit of shade when you inevitable end up reading the books you brought with you

as soon as you lay down your picnic blanket, he’s laying down with a sigh and pulling you down with him

I can imagine the two of you staring up at clouds, just casually talking and catching up until you get hungry

then you end up eating the food rather quickly because it’s all so good

Gentaro always brings plates, and cups, and silverware and it’s almost a proper meal that you’re eating with a table setting and everything

surprisingly, there are never ants or bugs around you whenever you picnic with Gentaro and you’re never sure why but the settings are just always so picture perfect with him

once you’ve had your fill of food and drink, Gentaro would ask you to stay with him for a while

and the two of you would lean back against the tree near the blanket and just spend some time in silence together

sometimes Gentaro reads you stories while you lay in his lap and doze off slightly listening to his soft voice in the warm summer sun

and other times you both have your own books out and are reading seperately, but leaning against one another

on the off chance that Gentaro brings his papers to write, you’ll sometimes ask him questions about what he’s currently working on

and the two of you will stay like that for hours just enjoying your own little world away from anyone else

when you eventually leave, it’s either because the weather turned or because one of you gets tired and is almost falling asleep

Dice Arisugawa:

Dice absolutely loves picnic dates because they consist of the two things he loves the most - you and food

whenever you decide to do a picnic date, Dice is surprisingly the one who picks the nicest parks

because he’s taken turns sleeping in almost all of them, so he knows which ones have the most space and nicest views

if you ask him to, he’ll help you prepare the food before you leave, but he’s going to end up sneaking bites when you’re not looking

I headcanon Dice’s favorite season to be summer, so whenever it’s nice out, he’s suggesting a picnic

and of course he’s whining whenever it’s raining because that means you’re both stuck inside

he loves just laying on the soft grass with you and he doesn’t even need a picnic blanket

he’ll talk with you for hours about everything and anything, just enjoying time together and making each other laugh

he loves just resting on his hands while you have your head in his lap because he likes being able to look at the expressions you make when you’re chatting with each other

he’s definitely the type to bring wine or beer to the picnic as well just to make things a little bit more fun

and he’d bring games too, saying that there’s nothing you can do indoors that you can’t do outside too

if there’s a lake nearby, he’ll definitely suggest going for a swim if it’s hot enough and he always brings his swim trunks just in case

and he’ll do that corny thing where you both jump off the dock at the same time while holding hands

Dice loves how easy picnics are, and how little energy they take from either of you, but still allow you to spend time with each other

after you’re both done eating everything in the basket, Dice is already asking for dessert with stars in his eyes

because every time you do a picnic, you always buy him something small from the convenience store as a present for dessert

and even though it’s cheap, it’s the thing Dice looks forward to during picnic dates so you always give in

and as soon as he’s happily munching away on the dessert and saying how much he loves you

you know that it’s absolutely worth it

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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godwrecks · 3 years

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𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗮

𝗣𝘁. 𝟮 - 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁

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tags; college au. angst. confession. fwb. drugs. fluff if you squint.

The first thing you registered was the light buzzing - no, vibrating of Suna’s phone. Much too dazed by your sleep, you didn’t wonder who was blowing up his messages this late at night. Raising up the sheets to shield your naked body from the cold, you tried to get some sleep, but Suna’s incessant tossing kept you from doing so.

You finally turned to him, eyes squinting at his illuminated face. “Why the fuck is your screen so bright?” You groaned and nuzzled into his chest, wrapping an arm around his bare torso. He merely chuckled, quickly putting away the phone.

“Why so cranky, you just woke up,” despite speaking in hushed sentences, his voice still dripped with mocking. Suna placed his hand on your hip, and though it remained in its station for a few seconds, he soon started trailing his fingers along your waistline.

“Can you even call it waking up? I didn’t sleep at all,” he cocked his head at that, bringing you in closer to him. “I guess I’m at fault for that.”

You smiled quietly, clearing your head as much as possible to get a wink of sleep, though you knew he’d be up and going soon. It had been a few weeks since the...incident, if that’s what you could call it. Nothing changed, really, for better or for worse. Sometimes he was more careful around you, but your relationship was only good for sex. That’s what you had to remind yourself, right? But everything remaining the same was what bugged you. You knew better than to demand more because this was never meant to go past fuck buddies. And while he started coming to you slightly less high, sometimes even seemingly sober, you knew better than to get your hopes up.

With your head like this on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat. Steady. Steady, while yours seemed to always mess up and skip around him. And yet with the slow rhythm of his heart, of his breathing, you surrendered to sleep.

When you woke up again, the sunlight was already rudely peeping past your curtains, and the other side of the bed was empty. Still adjusting to the light, you looked around the room slowly, filled with a strange relief when you found Suna dressing up.

“Practice?” You rubbed your eyes carefully, putting on a hoodie and wobbling when you stood up to reach him. He smiled arrogantly as he ran a hand through his hair, proud of the mess he made of you.

“Yeah. I gotta stop to get something on the way, so I’m heading out now.” His voice was still raspy from sleeping, some of his locks awkwardly falling over his eyes.

Though you wanted to smile at the sight, you knew he was talking about his plug and picking up shit from him. It wasn’t that you judged him for smoking - if that had been your preference, you would’ve known better than to get involved. You and Suna started out as friends, and you had been good friends for a long time at that. Some of the boys on the team always smoked together, and you almost always happened to be there with a few other girls, sometimes even taking a hit you’d be offered. Some of those girls were flings you’d never see again, others were girlfriends. But you were just a friend at the time, not thinking much of the tall and laid-back middle blocker.

“Will you be there tonight? For the party, I mean,” he spoke casually, sitting down on sheets that now smelled like him. “I’m not too sure. I have an assignment due, and I have to be up early tomorrow,” he nodded from his place, tying his boots. You hadn’t been going to many parties lately. The semester nearly ending meant your workload was accumulating, which also meant seeing Suna less. It was at parties and gatherings that you really got to see him, anyway - he was always busy with volleyball and zooted out of his mind most nights he was free. Your thoughts were abruptly cut when you felt his lips press against your forehead, finding an apologetic smile when you looked up.

“You’re starting to bore me,” he joked, but it still made your smile falter. You wanted to give yourself a good slap; since when had you become such a crybaby?

“I’m gonna go now, don’t miss me too much,” Suna stood in the door, offering a charming wink.

“Bye, loser,” you smiled back before shutting the door right in his face.

You had tuned into your laptop to absorb every piece of information from the lecture, or at least try to, as you sat in the library. A quick glance at the clock told you it was nearly midnight. Surprisingly, the library was open all night for students to study - go figure, maybe they guessed most procrastinate until the night thereof. You were taking a few sips from your drink when your phone lit up for an incoming call.

“Rin?” You spoke quietly, not bothering to decipher what the background noise was on his end.

“Baby! You picked up,” his voice was lighter than usual, a mixture of sweetness and relaxation. Suna was the type to become touchy when he was intoxicated, whether by alcohol or drugs. His hands wandered everywhere and he became extremely affectionate, even cuddly, though it was mostly him grabbing your ass. You had only ever seen it for yourself; it was what he did when you were around, and you didn’t have the heart to ask what he did, or who he did it with, when you were absent.

“What’s up?” You let out a sigh as you leaned back in your chair, fingers toying with the straw of your cup.

“I wanna see you,” he spoke and you guessed he had walked out of whatever room he was in.

“I’m studying right now. I told you, remember?”

“Mm, yeah, yeah, you did,” Suna grumbled before a sharp noise echoed through the line, followed by a curse.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just knocked some shit over. Anyways, come on, just take a break.” You took in a sharp breath, wanting to knock your head against the wall. You knew when to say no, but when it came to him that never meant it was easy.

“I really can’t, Rin. If you just want a girl all over you, call someone else,” you flinched at your own tone, stupefied by the coldness of it.

Whilst you were pondering the source of your sudden anger, Suna was chuckling, probably shaking his head. “Hey, hey, where’s that coming from?”

“Well, I’m just giving you a disclaimer. I’d love to be there, but my grade for this class is desperately crying for help,” you laughed, hoping to cover up whatever that had been.

“So what? I just call someone else?”

“If that’s what you want right now,” you frowned, a detestable panic rushing through you. It was so stupid to even suggest so in the first place, what were you hoping to accomplish? Maybe you just wanted to check for yourself what happened when you weren’t there to satisfy him.

“Unfair, much?” He sighed, and you wished you were facing him right now, if only to catch a glimpse of what goes through his mind.

“How?” You ventured with a gulp, heart pounding against its cage.

“You’re the only girl who doesn’t sober me up,” your stomach twisted onto itself at the smirk on his voice. You felt sick yet couldn’t point down the reason why - there were several. You being foolish enough to even think of this fact as a confession, him only calling you because he just wanted his high to last. Was he using you? The thought raced through your mind, along with a few scenes of you laying next to him.

“Hey,” he blurted out seriously. Between you only remained the loudest silence you had heard.

“Hey,” you were utterly breathless, struggling for air as your lungs closed up and rebelled against your will. You wondered if this was truly so shocking. While you were in the back of his hair, this fear was always forced to the back of your mind. You had knowingly mistaken every moment for more than it was.

“Are you o-”

“I need to go, actually. I’m still at the library, so I should head home. Have fun, yeah?”

Before he could even reply, you ended the call, gripping your phone so tightly that your knuckles went white.

The ride to your apartment was loathsome, to say the least. Not even the loud music could keep you away from your thoughts long enough. You turned the engine off and made your way to the elevator. In the process of searching through your backpack, your phone almost slipped from your hands when you jumped in surprise, startled at the arm sticking through the closing doors.

Your heart dropped when they opened up to reveal a panting Suna staring right through you.

“Rin, what are you doing here?” You stammered when he pressed the button to your floor, nearing your figure.

“I came here to see you,” he was still slightly out of breath, eyes scanning you as if they were searching for something. Had he run for so long?

You took a look at your handwatch and cringed. It was late, but not late enough for him to come knock at your door.

“Thought you’d be busy until later,” you replied dryly, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Yeah, well, change of plans.” His sleazy eyes never left you, and you regretted not taking the stairs.

“I’m sorry I made you come all the way here, but you should go-” You stared at the hand wrapped around your wrist that pulled you closer until you stumbled forward.

“Don’t do that.”

You chuckled viciously, a sound that bruised him. “Sorry I’m not really in the mood to have sex right now.”

“You know that’s not what I’m here for.” Suna started to be visibly frustrated, or at least you thought so by the strength with which he was gripping the pole behind you.

“Then why are you here? That’s all we’ve ever done, Suna,” the name rolled off your tongue awkwardly, and as distasteful as it was for you, his flinch made it clear that he disliked it even more. The elevator doors opened and you walked out, straight to your apartment with the hopes that he’d stay behind.

“Oh, so now we’re back to the last-name basis?” You felt him right behind you, his heavy breathing audible.

“I’m sorry, okay?” You half-assed the apology as you struggled with your keys, the slight shake in your hands slowing you down.

After stepping inside, you turned just in time to see his shake head.

“Why are you being like this all of a sudden?”

Your eyes rolled back at his indifference. How could he be so dense? Was he feigning innocence like this was a game to the both of you? It may have been for him, but not for you.

“I don’t know!” A step towards him and you were already too close. You felt claustrophobic from the way he hovered above you. “Maybe because I feel fucking stupid? I know there’s nothing between us, I’m well aware,” the laugh that formed in your throat was bitter, yet it didn’t compare to the tightening of your chest. “But this just isn’t what I want anymore.”

Suna looked at you as if you had gone insane, unaware of the slight craze in his amber eyes. “What do you want?” He grabbed onto the door, stepping forward until he had cleared his way inside.

“Not this, not whatever you want out of me.”

The grin on his face, unlike his usual striking ones, branded an emotion he had never worn before. “Which is?”

“Making you cum while you’re high, apparently,” you sneered back, tearing his hand away from the door.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding,” Suna gritted through his teeth, slamming the door shut. You groaned, debating how hard you would have to smack his head with your backpack to give him a concussion.

“Oh, am I? You said so yourself.”

“You’re twisting my words,” he pointed his finger at you accusingly, fuming with every breath.

“How so?” This time you didn’t back off. Instead, you hit his chest, resisting the urge to claw at it so he’d at least keep a distance. “If you care to explain, go right ahead!”

“I never said that’s all I want,” his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to keep calm, which was turning out difficult for the both of you.

“Right, because only seeing you after you've smoked wasn’t enough of a message. I don’t even see you throughout the day!”

“How is that only my fault? You never told me you wanted something else, and you were as happy to fuck as I was whenever I knocked on your door.” You could only scoff at his words, amazed he could even dare to try and blame you.

“You know damn well this isn’t on me. I'm not the unavailable one, I'm not the one that's always gone until it's convenient. I'm not the one who barges in and acts like they own me, or did you forget about that already?” You had begun to scream out without realizing, but the rage you felt burning through the cracks of your heart was urging to be released.

Suna stood there quietly, staring at you with distant eyes, like he was too busy making sense of his own thoughts to even mind yours. When the clock ticked away and he had still not spoken a word, you inhaled, bracing yourself.

“Listen, this was nice. And I’d like to stay as a friend, so let’s just leave it at this. If you had plainly admitted that all you ever wanted was sex, I would’be been slightly better now.” The words were calculated and detached as you held onto the sleeves of your cardigan.

“You’re not fucking getting it, it’s not just the sex that I want,” Suna finally mumbled, but your hand was already placed on the knob.

“Well it's all you ever cared to ask for.” You opened the door and stepped away, unable to look anywhere but at the floor.

“When I said I didn't wanna leave you, I didn't mean- I meant…” each word was a separate struggle, and you lacked the strength to bear it any longer.

“What did you mean, Rintaro?” You only offered a tired smile as he stood there once again like a fish out of water. A silent challenge he never took on.

It only took you a few seconds to decide to push him from behind towards the door. You were angry, and heartbroken, and definitely not okay, but something like this was not worth losing him over. Despite everything, he had been a great friend before.

“Have a good night,” and with that, you spelled away the image of the tall brunette you came to adore.

You were still dripping from your long shower, the robe you wore doing little to collect the water before it hit the floor. It was early afternoon, not even 24 hours after the fight, yet it felt like an eternity had passed. You hadn’t heard from Suna at all, and a part of you wondered if you would soon or if he would disappear for a while. Shaking the thoughts away, you walked over to the kitchen to grab a drink when the doorbell rang. You frowned, scrambling your brain for anything your friends had said about coming over, but you were sure none had the plans to visit. The moment you opened the door, the scent of musk and ginger washed over you.

“Please don’t shut the door on me, you seem to have taken a liking to it,” he blabbered out as soon as your eyes met. You hesitated, shifting your weight on your feet.

“What are you doing here?”

“Give me a chance?” You frowned, scanning his face for ulterior motives but all you found was honesty. Despite it, your stomach sank at the sight. Though you didn’t know if you had wanted to see him or not, you wouldn’t have imagined it would be this hard.

“Rin, really, what are you-” You couldn’t finish your sentence, too bewildered to properly speak. Another glance at his face told you he was sober - he even looked more put together than he usually did, though it looked like his volleyball uniform was under his outerwear.

“For someone who was so upset, you should at least give me the opportunity,” he joked tediously, ignoring the dense air that had formed between you two.

His smile was rueful, and genuine from what you could see. “Just...let me do this properly. Dress up and let’s go to my game,” he announced, hints of timidity teetering his voice.

You simply gazed at him, lips forming a thin line. “What are you doing? Just- what are you planning?”

“Nothing!” He swallowed down, raising up the hand that was holding two bags. You raised an eyebrow at it, unamused. “Here, I got you something.”

Receiving it from his cold hands, you looked carefully into it before digging through it. “You’re joking,” you hissed, dangling the pink lingerie in front of his face.

He was smug, toying with you for his pleasure as always. You would have too if you had not been in this situation.

“It was a joke. That’s not...really what,” he quickly delved into the other bag, holding out a small, black box. You surveyed it before cocking your head, taking it from him and opening it. The necklace inside was pretty - beautiful, actually. But you didn’t want his money, you wanted him, which was likely a harder request. “It’s not gifts that I want, Rin,” you sighed, now painfully aware that he would never be something you could predict.

“I know that, angel. But I never treated you, or did something nice for you, and most guys do with, you know,” he trailed off, eyes darting away from your face.

“My problem is you only calling me when you’re high. That issue won’t be solved with gifts,” you massaged your temple, slowly becoming a mess as you tried to put the pieces together and figure out what he was doing.

“I’m not a damn addict, princess. It’s not all I fucking care about,” Suna swore as he leaned against the door frame.

“I know that! I never said you were, but you can’t just go from only giving me that to acting as if you actually want us to be something more. So tell me, how am I supposed to feel?” Though your voice nearly broke, you held onto the door - determined to at least stand your ground. You had been clear with him. You had specified you couldn’t do this anymore, so the least he could do is respect that.

His eyes narrowed for a moment, glimmering ever so briefly that you wondered if the change had been a figment of your imagination. “Listen— I've never,” his chest trembled with a breath before he continued. “I've never been in love with someone, alright? I don’t know how it fucking feels, and that was the last thing I planned on doing. And don’t get me wrong, I was hooked on you from the very beginning. But then suddenly you're the only person I’m attracted to,” Suna’s voice was uncharacteristically weak, threatening to crack at any moment. “And believe me it wasn’t for lack of trying, because while my dick was inside someone else, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to see you. And I didn’t- I don’t know how to process that, all that you fucking make me feel. I don’t even know if I want to process it at all, if I’m being sincere.” His lips lifted into a pained smile that didn’t reach his tormented eyes. “But when you ended that call, you sounded so hurt I panicked. And I don't have a plan, and I'm rambling, and this is probably the most I’ve ever said at once, but if I know something, it’s that I can't let it end here,” his throat bobbed but his steps to you were resolute. You almost turned away when his hands cupped your cheek, spanning the skin delicately.

You couldn’t find your voice for all it was worth. It was hard to tell whether your brain was working faster than your heart.

“You say that, but,” you jerked when you felt a tear trickling down your cheek. Suna’s fingers stuttered undecidedly, but his thumb wiped away the salty trail. “Assuming you truly felt that way, you never acted on it. Actually, you acted very differently,” you hiccuped, biting the inside of your cheek in shame.

“You want me to be honest with you? I feel like such a mess around you, like I might explode. It’s easier to deal with that in certain situations. Hence me restricting our time with each other to me being high,” Suna murmured, shrugging a shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to deal with it. I was scared all the good I’d ever do for you is a nice fuck. What if that’s all I get until I mess up? You’ve got it so together and I’m here, not even able to talk about my stupid feelings.”

You gaped at his pale face: the beautiful carving of his features, the slight quavering of his bottom lip, the long eyelashes framing half-mast eyes.

“You mean that?”

He laughed at your simple question, likely expecting more after everything he had let out. You wanted to give him more, but you were unable to, still trapped in your fear that it would all be fake.

“I do. And I’m sure it can’t just be me who feels like this.” With a look at you, he pinched your cheek gently, looking for an answer.

“It’s not just you. Obviously,” you grumbled disapprovingly. It was pretty obvious to you, but he still smiled sweetly, the frenzy in his face slowly fading.

“I’ll probably miserably fail, but I at least wanna try. I wanna do this — with you. So please let me. And if it’s not enough for you even after that, then I won’t waste your time anymore. But give me the chance.” His hands lowered to your jaw and neck while he spoke the words, forcing you into a retreat.

“Rin, do you even know how relationships work?” You scoffed, quirking your eyebrows at the boy.

“Yes. No. In theory?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his response. He really was awfully cute sometimes.

You eyed his waist, reluctantly deciding to wrap your arms around it with a heavy sigh. “I’ll probably regret this and get my heart broken.”

“Hopefully it’s not your heart that gets broken,” Rin quickly added, looking down at your body with a sneaky grin. You glared at him, hiding away the smile on your lips.

“You know we have to like- go on dates. During the day and all?”

He nodded like this was a work interview and he was expecting the question.

“Okay, so get ready. Let’s go to my game,” he signaled over to your room given your bathrobe, but you could only stare at him cautiously.

“I mean it. Come cheer for me,” Rin leaned down to you with the whisper, reaching your eye level. You nodded, rushing to get dressed once he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“You know,” he started off casually, grabbing your hand. “I might’ve cried if you hadn’t come back with me.”

“Oh, really?” You smirked at him, curiosity filling you.

Swiftly noticing your mood shift, he explained. “Well I talked to some friends...for advice, or whatever. So if I had showed back alone, those two jerks would’ve never let me hear the end of it.”

He squeezed your hand as laughter soared through you, your free hand traveling to your abdomen when it began hurting. “Seriously?” You added when you managed to control the laughter, gaining a glare from Suna.

“Seriously.”

When your eyes had returned to the road ahead of you, he lifted your intertwined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of your palm.

“I’ll do this, so just don’t complain anymore okay?”

This was so long??? If you actually read all of it, THANK YOU LMAO. also sorry for the weird spaces sometimes, i like writing in docs so i don’t lose anything aha so it b weird sometimes idky. okay yeah thank you !!

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