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alreadyblondenow · 4 years

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What happens in Korea, not stays in Korea

dj!Johnny x reader // SMUT, FLUFF, virgin!reader Summary: A week vacation in Korea for your sister’s wedding became even more exciting when a famous dj had a crush on you. Johnny was sure that it’s love at first sight. Not putting both of your careers on the line, you two had no regrets when the time comes and you finally leave. Word count: 5k Warnings: Virginity loss, swearing, explicit mature themes, unprotected sex Note: don’t lose your virginity to a stranger, please. Also don’t go on random dates with strangers, this is a fic.

The flight to Korea from your country was comfortable but tiring. From a long flight you went straight to your hotel that’s going to be your home for a week and then out again to go find the restaurant where your sister and her friends are. Exhausted as you get lost to a place that’s unfamiliar to you and feeling a little bit dizzy as you ask strangers for directions and search for the place.

“Sorry, I’m late. I got lost” letting out a big sigh and frown as your sister and her friends welcome you to dinner. Happy that you arrived in one piece, you went around to say ‘hi’ and ask everyone around how they’ve been, greeting everyone with a smile.

Nothing special happened during the dinner, everyone was laughing at your jokes and stories about your sister. Begging you to tell them more, “Oh you guys want more? Okay,” you clear your throat as you tell another funny story to playfully embarrass your sister, but make her happy at the same time.

As you continue to be the life of a normal dinner, a pair of eyes has been watching everything you do since you stepped foot in the room and made the place a little more lighter. Johnny Seo, a famous DJ in Korea is growing a little crush on you while you make everyone laugh. Watching you as your eyes disappear from too much smiling and laughing.

Before Johnny left with his friends, he made a bold move that will either get him in trouble or you will take his nice offer.

“Oh, I didn’t order this maybe-“ the waiter cut you off, and told you it’s from someone who told them to give it to you specifically. The dessert goes with a note that says,

Can I take you for a cup of coffee? I’m going to wait outside. -Johnny

It’s scary to take this kind of offer in a country you barely know, of course you will refuse. But being rude isn’t your style, you still want to thank him for the delicious dessert and you think a simple ‘thank you’ would suffice.

After eating the dessert, you told everyone you’re already tired and you still have stuff to unpack and it’s a good thing they let you go. You kiss your sister goodbye and hugged her fiancé, “I’ll see you both at your wedding.”

When you got out from the restaurant, you saw a fine man leaning on a lamppost with his both hands inside his coat pockets. Obviously he’s freezing to death. Then you remembered, “Oh shi- are you Johnny? Oh my, you’re freezing. I thought maybe you left already-“ the man was smiling at you weakly because he’s freezing, you feel bad about rejecting him when he really kept his word.

“Hi, I’m Johnny” he offered his hand for you to shake.

“Y/n- I’m Y/n, are you okay? I think for someone living in Korea, you dress so thin” you said with an awkward smile as you continue to shake his hand. Johnny didn’t want to let go of your hand because it’s warm, but he has to.

“Oh don’t worry about me. So, are you good for coffee?” he smiles at you brightly and shivering as he waits for your answer. To be honest you’re still full and you want to walk around. If he refuses to show you around until you reach your hotel, you will leave him. Besides, you don’t want to be lost on your way back to your hotel. You thought maybe he can help you with directions.

“If you can help me find my way back to my hotel on foot, I will invite you to my suite and make you a cup of coffee myself”

Without hesitation, he said “deal. You sure know how to negotiate.”

The walk back to your hotel was not awkward at all as you expect it to be. Surprisingly Johnny can converse easily without sounding like a total creep and a stalker. He taught you easy ways to walk around Seoul, basic Korean words that you can use over your week stay, told you what to do and what no to do while you’re in Korea for a vacation.

It’s weird how he doesn’t feel like a stranger anymore but rather a new gained friend. During the walk he told you that he grew up in Chicago and made a living here in Korea, “I’m a DJ here, If- if you’re wondering what I do.” he pointed a few clubs where he DJs and you think it’s cool how his work is not boring and that clubs pay him millions of won.

On the other hand, Johnny love how you are not creeped out anymore. Keeping the conversation going was not hard because you’re easy to talk to and you can turn any topic into an interesting matter. He secretly admires your eyes whenever it disappears every time you smile or laugh that’s why he keeps on making you laugh. Hoping your stomach won’t hurt from too much laughing.

When you both arrived at your suite, you don’t know what happened but Johnny became ten times hotter when he removes his coat. Wearing a pink buttoned down shirt and a dark denim jeans matched with a comfortable leather boots. All you can say is, “Nice watch” out of all the nice things you’ve already noticed about him, that’s the best you got.

You head over to the kitchen and bring out your favorite coffee. Putting the coffee bag on the kitchen counter as you get two mugs and your french press coffee maker, heat up some water and hand him a bag of your favorite cookies.

“Ooh I have one of these” amazed that you’re a coffee lover like himself, you now have something new to talk about. Turns out you’re both obsessed with coffee beans. Johnny became even more interested and fascinated in you.

“My dad knew I liked beans...so like he was just playing with beans... ” and you laughed at his made up story on how his dad invented coffee for him.

Using the french press coffee maker in front of him, weirdly turned him on. There’s something with the way you slowly press on the plunger all the way down to the lid that made his cock twitch and hips jolt. Thankful that he has the table to cover what’s happening inside his pants, he focused on other things to stop his cock from getting hard. While he was watching you make him a mean cup of coffee, you noticed he was moving from his seat too much.

The talk over coffee was a bit more personal than the talk you’ve had with him while walking. Family, career, friends, and even your sex life. Something you don’t usually talk about to someone you just met but again, Johnny is a new friend.

“She broke up with me just after we had sex and it was the worst feeling ever!” he was telling you how his recent ex broke up with him and the story made you burst into laughter. “And the sex wasn’t that even good” you lost it when he added that part.

In the middle of laughing your lungs out, he looked at you and asked you about your recent ex. He was waiting for your answer nervously when you stopped laughing and took a sip from your coffee. “I’ve only had one ex, and he broke up with me over a text” he made a disgusted face, pretending that he’s going to puke and you think he’s adorable.

“At least tell me the sex was good” he pout in front of you.

“I’m a vir…gin” hesitating to tell him that part about you because for sure it will make the atmosphere awkward for the first time tonight.

You’re right. Both of you went silent after you told him that you’re a virgin and you swear you felt the sexual tension build up. With shaking hands, you offered him more coffee pouring on his empty cup when the lid accidentally opened you carelessly poured a decent amount on his clothes.

“Oh that’s hot!”

“Fuck- I’m sorry. Shit, wait I’ll get you some dry towel” you panic as you head towards the bathroom and look for any available towel that you could offer to him. Worried that maybe he got annoyed or mad because of what happened and now you’re hating yourself even more. Preparing yourself to end the friendship and bond you just built with Johnny.

As you went back to the kitchen still panicking, you found Johnny shirtless. His perfect body exposed right in front of your eyes, using his ruined shirt to wipe on the damped area of his jeans. Suddenly you feel warm and it’s spreading all over your body, making your legs weak. Johnny’s body is such an eye candy for you and you needed to stop yourself from staring because he already caught you looking at his body.

You gather all your strength as you face him and give the clean towel, smiling at you as he takes it. “I know you feel bad, but seriously it’s fine. I’ll go home wearing my coat and I’ll take a cab” you hear him apologise even though he did nothing wrong.

Johnny helped you clean up the mess and helped you around the kitchen, telling you over and over that’s it’s fine and you don’t need to beat yourself up because of it. “At least let me put some ice on it, I’m sure it’s stinging” he didn’t have any other choice because you were calling room service and asking for some ice before he can refuse.

“Ouch” Johnny pretends to hiss so he could see you worry more and admire how you’re really concerned about him. Sitting down on the couch and trying not to laugh whenever the ice tickles him. Bitting his tongue whenever your cold fingertips touches his skin which turns him on so much.

“I just ruined a great night” you said as you steadily put the ice bag where he told you to. Pouting in front of him and avoiding his eyes.

Feeling sorry that you’re blaming yourself, Johnny was thinking of a way to turn the situation around into something more fun. “Want me to prove that I’m fine?” he said as he gives you that handsome smile as if nothing hurts. You gave him a look and continued holding the ice bag.

Hesitating but he can’t wait any longer, it’s not his intention to be this bold and confident on the first night. Proving that he’s okay and actually… more than okay, he place his right hand on top of yours. Putting the ice bag away from his skin, motioning you to sit on his lap and you have no idea why you’re following.

Theres that warm feeling again that’s creeping around your body and now that you’re sitting on his lap, that warm feeling came with a tingle that goes straight to your pussy. Leaning closer and closer to you, It’s obvious that he’s stopping himself from kissing you. Instead of kissing you already he cups your left cheek with one hand and admires your features closely. Hot breath touching your face and you swear you can hear your heartbeat.

“Are you just gonna stare at me?” frustrated that he haven’t kissed you yet, the question was more of an invitation and you can only hope he gets it.

“You have no idea what I want to do with you” now you’re forehead to forehead, feeling the tension rise more. Maybe he’s stopping himself because he found out that you’re still a virgin.

But he kissed you.

He kissed you sweetly and gently, making you feel safe as he cage you down on the couch. Arms swing around his neck, feeling his soft hair around your fingers. Arms traveling down to his broad shoulders and unconsciously caressing his chest and toned abs as you focus on what’s happening between your lips.

“What?” feeling shy and definitely aroused, you asked why did he stopped.

“Do we want the same thing? Because if you want to talk first, we can” it surprised you how he’s still such a gentleman even though he’s literally in between your legs already and kissing you like you’ve know each other for years.

“Yes, Johnny. We want the same thing. Now put your lips back on my lips”

Without any other word, he shook his head on disbelief and kissed you again passionately. Carrying you effortlessly to the bedroom and placing you in the middle of the king sized bed. Helping each other remove your clothes quickly as possible as you’re both excited to touch lips again.

Laying comfortably in bed with a naked Johnny in between your legs keeping you close to him and kissing you nonstop. His big hands grips both of your boobs pinching, sucking and licking your nipples in the most lustful way. “Let’s not skip foreplay” kissing your body and spreading spit all over your neck because of his open mouth kisses.

Kissing you down slowly from your neck, “that tickles” you both giggled but he continued again immediately. As he kiss the valley between your boobs you tried telling him with clear words, “Im very ticklish on the stomach part, I beg you. Please skip it”

“Okay, I will” Johnny, a man of his word proceeds directly to your pussy.

“Fuck! I did not see that coming” struggling to be vocal, your moans and groans made their way out of from your mouth making Johnny grin while he licks your pussy good. Reaching for your hands and not letting go them as he lets you grip it whenever you need something to hold on to.

The sensation that Johnny is giving not only made you grip both of his hands, but it makes your legs open wider for him. Rolling your hips as you catch every lick that his tongue gives and put you on edge. Trying to keep it down as you stop yourself from being too loud while you enjoy your first orgasm.

“That good?” He teased you as he meets your eyes again waiting for you to come down from your high. While caressing your thighs as he kisses you, he felt your hips ask for him already. “Okay, chill” it made him chuckle a little as he understood what your hips were saying.

Finally he goes on top of you, asking you to spread your legs so he could line his cock already. The thought of losing your virginity does not scare you at all or make you nervous. Fuck, you’ve been waiting for this to happen but no one is man enough like Johnny to take it. Honestly, you’re happy that Johnny is going to be your first fuck. Who wouldn’t?

Slowly pushing in with a little bit of force, with delicious moans and airy tone you said “fuck it feels good” you can feel how his cock is stretching your hole and how it’s slowly coming inside you. Johnny hums in approval still pushing in with enough amount of effort, careful not to hurt you. Once he’s fully inside, the stretch is bearable because you really want to have sex. But fuck, does it hurt!

Johnny knew that it hurt because your face tells him so but your moans tells him a different story. You contort your face because of the pain but theres still a weak but beautiful smile to take away his worries. Bringing both of your hands on top of your head just how he likes it. Feeding his eyes with a view of your naked body beneath him smiling from time to time whenever you praise him.

“This is the best part”

He rolls his hips and it gave you a feeling that you can’t explain but you both groaned together with just one move. Rolling his hips again and again and again, fucking you like how you deserve. With slow and steady pace, you both enjoy the feeling that you give each other.

Give and take. That’s the perfect description of what having sex with Johnny feels like. Brushing your thumb on his nipples as you watch him be sensitive above you, he smiled at you in acknowledgement to don’t stop what you’re doing. Putting his thumb inside your mouth as he cups your face and look at you deep in your eyes, in return for the nice feeling of your thumb that brushes on his skin.

Leaning closer to you, chest to chest so he could tastes your lips again and keep you close as he feel your body shiver from the way he fucks you with a steady pace. You on the other hand, made sure to tell him that everything he does with your body is perfect. Letting him swallow your moans as your lips never rest from kissing. Catching his lustful thrusts, telling him to go “harder.”

With wide eyes and strong hips that continue to thrust inside you, pulling away from the kiss for a moment and said, “May I remind you that you were a virgin, just a few minutes ago” smacking your right ass cheek to let you know what you’re asking for. It startled him more when you said, “Do that again” in the most innocent way that turned him on.

Unconsciously his thrusts became piercing and hard, making you gasp sharp and lose your mind completely. You feel like after a few more piercing thrusts from Johnny, you will fall from the bed and will completely humiliate yourself. “I got you” he said, as if he can hear your thoughts.

Trying to closing your legs as you finally reach your sweet climax, he pull away as he watch you beneath him moan his name and shiver like crazy. Choking your neck slightly with bare hands as you grip his arm but not to push him away, but to caress it and hold on tight to it. He got the message that you’re telling him ‘it feels good.’

He chase his own sweet release watching you cum while he controls your breathing. Pulling out his cock and pump it in front of you and release hot spurts of his thick cum on your stomach. You on the other hand, wants to curl your body and shiver all you want as you ride your high. Closing your eyes shut as you close your legs and feel Johnny’s hands caress your sides, hearing him breath heavily as he waits for you to calm down.

When you open your eyes, you see him kneeling in front of your closed legs with a soft cock, his hands on your knee, eyes half lidded but still full of lust. He didn’t removed his expensive watch you noticed, “even after you just fucked me senseless I still notice that nice watch on your wrist”

Leaning again to ask for a kiss, he’s totally head over heels. “Can I have a kiss?” Johnny cupped your face and you gave his sweet request. Not giving him one but two, or maybe twenty. “I’ll clean you up” he said, and you watched him walk away from the bed and towards the bathroom. Seeing his flawless butt, thick thighs and sexy back muscles was your last memory of your first night in Korea.

Your sleep was good and peaceful even in your dreams, Johnny is treating you right. Unconsciously you hug Johnny tight, both sleeping with naked bodies. ‘Woman you’re making me horny in the middle of the night’ he thought to himself as he kept you close, caging your body with his strong arms so you won’t move too much.

When Johnny opened his eyes from a good sleep, the first thing he saw is your bare back and butt cheek exposed, greeting him ‘good morning.’ He rolls you to face him and tried to wake you up by whispering a sweet “Good morning” his arms swing around your waist. But you never opened your eyes even though he showered you with kisses already.

Not long after the room service came in with the breakfast, you woke up smelling pancakes all over the suite. Stretching your body as you feel that nice sore down there all because of Johnny. Smiling as you stand up from bed naked, slipping some panties on and a big shirt before you meet Johnny for breakfast.

Seeing him shirtless while pressing the plunger on your french press coffee maker wearing that nice denim pants he owns, makes you bite your lip. Remembering how he slowly entered you last night but it’s too early for that.

“I get it, you’re perfect” you said as you hug him from behind and tiptoed as you kiss his shoulders. Feeling his body vibrate as he let out a chuckle. “Tried waking you up but you were sleeping soundly” he kissed you good morning again, this time he gets a response.

Sitting down together and having breakfast, eating everything he put on your plate and you do the same thing. “Glad you’re happy about the breakfast, didn’t want to leave you with an empty stomach after what we did last night” he winked at you and ate a strawberry so sexily making you giggle. But hearing that he’s going to leave you already made you feel sick.

“This is it then?” Trying to smile brightly, pretending that doesn’t hurt a bit. This is how one night stands work pull yourself together, you tell yourself as you continue to eat.

“W-what?” He noticed how your mood suddenly changed, “No. I mean, I need to go home and change into some decent clothes. Not leaving you as in leaving you” with wide eyes he tried explaining what he really meant. Johnny couldn’t believe that you thought he was going away after having a great night with you. To be honest, if things turned out differently last night and you didn’t had sex with him he will still stick to you like crazy glue.

“Okay, to prove that I’m dead serious with this… Come to work with me. Watch me DJ tonight and I promise you will love Seoul even more” of course you said you’d come after you meet your family for dinner.

Before leaving your suite Johnny kissed you one too many times before he could finally let you go. “Okay okay, we’ll see each other tonight” you had to push him to the elevator so he could finally go home and change.

“I’ll see you tonight” he said, as you watch him disappear when the elevator closes.

For the past few days, you’ve been hanging out with Johnny as he shows you around Seoul. Bringing you to his work place and introduce you to his nice friends. “I think Mark is a good rapper. He swears too much though the whole dinner” Johnny laughed at your observations as you both walk hand in hand and too close with each other.

Obviously you like each other way too much, it’s almost impossible to separate for a few hours so he could work and you could meet your family. There’s no such thing as ‘lazy day’ when you’re with Johnny. When you’re not outside with him enjoying the Seoul weather, he stays in with you and spends time with you.

Some nights, you just kiss each other passionately and enjoy the sexual tension between you two. Kissing until both of your lips are swollen and couldn’t kiss anymore. Some nights, you do other stuff like giving him a blowjob and him going down on you for an hour. Nothing too freaky but still wild enough to somehow end up sleeping in bed naked.

The worst thing that can happen to you is when he decides to carry you like you’re just nothing and slams you to bed and torture you with tickles.

He never asked you to have sex with him even though he really wants to, he just figured he doesn’t want you to think that sex is the only thing he wants from you.

No. He wants to love you.

“Can you be my date at my sister’s wedding on Saturday?”

Maybe for you its just a date, but for Johnny it’s more than just being your date. Trying to hide his blush from you, he smiles to himself for a second before facing you. “And meet your whole family? I would love to”

Everyone was excited and ecstatic about Johnny, even you aunts are crazy about him. The wedding was a simple rooftop setting where two families joins together. It was a warm night and tears flow as you delivered your speech to your sister, happily letting another family to take care of her.

Good thing Johnny has your back, immediately making you laugh the moment you came back to your seat next to him.

“Dance with me, beautiful” he kissed your forehead in front of your whole family and you heard giggles, a lot of ‘omgs’. You figured, you owe your entire family a solid explanation about Johnny. Not intentionally ruining the mood, you finally dropped the thing that’s been bugging you. “What are we gonna do? We’re so in love with each other. I’m going away eventually”

Swaying you to the rhythm of the music, Johnny keeps you close to him holding you tight. Smelling your perfume and admiring how your heartbeat feels good against his chest. “Ssshhh. I think your aunt over there has been checking me out the whole night. And your cousin over there”

Laughing at what he’s whispering beside your ear as your family continue to gossip and stare at you and Johnny for being such a lovely couple. ”Lets just take everything we can. Enjoy all the time we have and separate without regrets” he said as he continues to sway you over slow music.

It’s not a bad idea, you thought. ‘Separate without regrets’ you like the sound of that. As your vacation is about to end, Johnny made every second special from the moment he bought you that dessert.

“Let’s pretend were the ones who got married”

Hearing that from Johnny made you tear up on the spot as you listen to him whisper about his love for you. How waiting for you outside that restaurant under a cold weather with thin clothes were all worth it. Johnny even told you how he felt when he saw you press the plunger and explained why he was moving from his seat that time. You were completely speechless and overwhelmed the whole time you were listening to Johnny, sad because you’re leaving but mostly happy because you met him.

“I’m thinking about leaving right now and going back to your suite so we can enjoy our honeymoon, what do you say wife?”

As you’re about to leave the party and say goodbye to your family, your aunts told you to marry Johnny someday so they could still see him during family gatherings. You thought of it as something funny and impossible but deep inside, you wanted it to happen.

You caught Johnny being sandwiched by your older aunts, and saved him by dragging him gripping his hand tightly as you both waved goodbye to everyone. “Oh Johnny Seo, what is it with you and older women?” completely annoying you, he brushed his hair and flexed his good looks in front of you and told you in the most sexy and at the same time funny way possible. “Psh. Were married remember? What are you so worried for?”

When you came back to your hotel, Johnny a man of his word carried you bridal style as you enter the suite. Putting you down inside the bedroom, kissing passionately as you both proceed on removing your clothes.

“Why do I feel like I’m really enjoying my honeymoon right now?” His hands cups your face again as he kiss you down until you hit the mattress.

Your second time having sex is different from the first time. That give and take feeling is still there, but tonight rather than giving you feel like you wanted to be selfish. Both of you are. Johnny’s kisses became hungrier not thinking about wether you still have air whenever he dives in for a kiss. Gripping your boobs a little too hard than the usual, biting your nipples in surprise making sure he hears you say ‘ouch’ in a soft way.

“Spread those pretty legs for me?” He asked so sweetly but the way he held both of your legs and opened them widely was not sweet at all. How every word that comes out from his mouth is the opposite of what he was doing to you, and you love it.

“I will go in slowly now” but he rammed his cock inside your pussy making you grip on his shoulders and close your eyes. Completely forgetting how you’re not still familiar with his thick cock. Roughly forcing you take every pound and piercing thrusts he gives you not listening to your whimpering and loud moans. “H-hurts” its all you can say while he fucks you hard.

“S-sorry. This is what you do to me baby. You make me crazy” Johnny’s groans and moans sounded good, that’s why you let him pound in you. You let him be selfish and catch his own sweet release. Loud sounds escape your mouth, breathing heavily as he give you more because you asked for more. Digging your long nails on his shoulders and biting whatever flesh you can to stop yourself from cumming too early.

Suddenly he changed his pace from hard thrusts to rolling his hips going deeper inside you. Folding both of your knees and reaching inside you deep, the angle is new to the both you. You saw something move in your lower abdomen that creeped you out but you realised it’s Johnny. “Johnny you’re so deep. Fuck, is that your cock inside me? Oh-fuck” with your own eyes you saw how big Johnny’s cock inside you as if it’s rearranging your guts. You wonder how it fits perfectly but definitely big for your own good.

“Want to try something new?” He asked oh so softly beside your ears, you nod your head letting him do what he has in mind. Pulling out quickly, making you moan and let out a sob, ‘ouch’. It was different from before so he asked you if you still want to keep going, “fuck yeah” you answered weakly.

Flipping you gently on your stomach, putting you in all fours position, your back perfectly arched just the way he liked it but still feels good for you. Cold air hitting your pussy from behind, grunting and groaning as he pushed back inside you making you cry out loud and whine a little louder but its muffled.

“That must’ve hurt I’m sorry, and I mean it” he said before kissing your shoulders and started to roll his hips deliciously slowly as a way of apologising.

“Oh!”

You both loved the new position as you both let out sounds you didn’t know you can make. Gripping the sheets and breathing heavily as you enjoy how he thrusts deep. Johnny is way ahead of you, the view of your back perfectly arched because of him and watching your cunt take his cock without telling him to stop, not even once. It completely brought him to edge but trying so hard not to cum yet, waiting for you to cum first. He reached down for your clit making your legs weak and yell at him for the first time.

“Sensitive! Baby please! Don’t”

Begging over and over again but he didn’t listen. Fucking you with an animalistic pace, you scream letting the mattress muffle all your loud moans and curses as you reach your much awaited release. Without noticing it, Johnny already pulled his cock out and cumms on top of your ass holding it steady.

Slowly your legs give in as you lay on your stomach flat riding your high. Trying to ease the sensitivity by tightly closing your legs and clenching your pussy. You feel Johnny’s lips on your cheeks kissing you and whispering apologies for being too rough. “I’m sorry baby, I’m really sorry” With all your energy you told him to stop apologising and kiss you sweetly until you tell him to stop.

Your back is wiped clean already all thanks to Johnny. “You can sleep now” he said, you face him to see his handsome glowing face again, “how can I sleep when this is my last night sharing this bed with you?”

“Then we’ll find a new bed to share with” its easy for Johnny to always be positive and be full of hope, something that you will surely miss.

“Hey” he said and you hum, asking why. “I love you. I’m not saying this because it’s our last night together. But I’m more confident on showing how much I love you, rather than saying it, you know. I hope you understand” He said as he kiss your lips softly.

“Oh I know that all too well. I love you too. And I’m not saying it because its my last night here. I was just so busy taking all the love you’ve been giving these past fee days and I completely forgot about being honest and for that, baby I’m sorry” its true that you feel sorry for saying it late. He’s quick to wrap his arms around you, telling you “no no, we loved each other pretty well for a whole week”

Enjoying the warmth that he gives as you feel his fingertips play with the softness of your skin. “I need you to sleep so you won’t get tired on your long flight” you nod your head gently as you drift to sleep. Feeling Johnny’s lips touch yours one last time for tonight.

The next thing you know, you’re hugging Johnny tightly in the middle of the airport saying goodbye as you catch your flight. “Now go in there, before I change my mind and stop you from leaving” you walk away from him, turning your head back from time to time.

He mouths an ‘i love you’ when you’re already inside, waving continuously until he doesn’t see you anymore.

But you didn’t know that Johnny is booked to the same flight you’re in. He just wanted to surprise you and maybe tease you a little bit. He figured maybe to extend your time together, it’s time for him to take a vacation with you to your own country.

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................................................. Masterlist What made me write this? I’m still wearing ex’s pyjama and he kinda sorta looks like Johnny. idk. But don’t get me wrong! I’m not sad or anything hahaha The picture of Johnny alone inspired me to write. Million thanks again if you reach up to this point! Thank you!

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AU where Harry doesn’t know what it means to be in love, and Louis’ still in love with somebody else.

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At 16 years old, everyone takes a compatibility test on their birthday. At some point after taking the test, and along with other data collected, everyone finds out if they are a Dom or Sub.

At 17 years old, everyone receives a bracelet that notifies them when they have been matched. Every Dom needs a Sub. Every Sub needs a Dom.

When Louis’ bracelet lights up weeks after getting it, let’s just say that who he is matched with, is not quite what he had been expecting.

💮Birds in Gilded Cages by @graveyardwitch (157k) | Mature

There is a hotel in London where beautiful young men and women are kept like birds in a gilded cage, prisoners bound to satisfy your deepest darkest desires….

After being kidnapped as a teenager, Harry Styles was forced into high-class prostitution by the evil Mr Cowell. Louis Tomlinson is heir to his father’s corporation, set to inherit millions…But engaged to a woman he doesn’t love and deeply unhappy. When they meet at a party sparks fly and they embark on a passionate and dangerous relationship…But can it ever be true love when one of you is being paid? And can Louis ever rescue Harry from The Bird Cage Hotel?

Warning-This story is about prostitution so there will be a LOT of sex. I do not own One Direction etc etc. I do ship Larry but I don’t care if it’s real or not, I just like reading and writing the fanfic.

💮Don’t Waste Your Time On Me, You’re Already The Voice Inside My Head by @afangirlfantasy (28k) | Not Rated

At 16 years old, everyone takes a compatibility test on their birthday. At some point after taking the test, and along with other data collected, everyone finds out if they are a Dom or Sub.

At 17 years old, everyone receives a bracelet that notifies them when they have been matched. Every Dom needs a Sub. Every Sub needs a Dom.

When Louis’ bracelet lights up weeks after getting it, let’s just say that who he is matched with, is not quite what he had been expecting.

💮driving instructor fic by @LoadedGunn (104k) | Explicit

AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

💮His Submission Series by tonystankyall (orphan_account) (152k) | Mature

Louis Tomlinson lives in a world where Domination and Submission is a norm. When you are born you are either branded Sub or Dom. Subs get a little pink or blue, depeneding on gender, series of swirls on the back of their neck. Doms get Red or Black, depending on gender, series of swirls on the back of their neck.

Louis Tomlinson was branded with a Blue tattoo and his day has finally come. The day of his 18th birthday where he will be randomly assigned a Dom. This dom could range from younger to older, poorer to richer, and male to female. You never knew what you were going to get. Some Doms were more harsher and stricter than others. Louis didn’t want a harsh Dom to submit to.

Harry Styles was branded with a Black tattoo and he just recieved in the mail that he was finally getting a submissive. Harry was a 32 year old man, settled in, and very very rich. He’s been waiting for an assigned submissive to be chosen for him for a very long time. His Dom friend, Zayn, has gotten his submissive two years prior, a little spit fire irish boy, Niall.

*The rest is in the note*

💮Loving You Is Free by @littlelouishiccups (91k) | Explicit

Louis is a workaholic record label CEO who hasn’t been on a date in nearly a year. Niall and Liam make an account for him on a sugar dating website as a joke. And then Louis meets Harry.

💮sex shop fic (dildornado ‘verse) by @istajmaal, @LoadedGunn (96k) | Explicit

AU where Louis is the most helpful sex shop salesperson in the history of sex shops, and Harry really was just looking for a vibrator with simple instructions (yet ended up getting a hands-on demonstration).

💮Dance Floor Whore by @ropewithnoanchor (7k) | Explicit

Louis and Harry go to a club while on tour to blow off some steam, but Harry gets too drunk and lets another man dance up on him in front of everyone. Louis takes him back to their hotel and spends the next morning punishing Harry, making Harry work to make it up to him.

💮Hold On To The Words You Spoke (Anchored Down In The Throat) by @justletmegohome (13k) | Explicit

“No, no. Louis, just stop. It’s not stupid, it’s never stupid. Believe it or not, I care. I care so much. Do you honestly think I’d still have my dick in your ass if I didn’t?”

Louis chuckles at that, but it’s sad, Harry notes it’s not right. “That will change when I tell you.”

“Never.” Harry kisses every bit of his face he can reach, he has no idea how that can help but he’s going to do it anyways.

“I don’t like the way I sound. ’S all,” Louis says in one breath, going coy as soon as he’s done speaking, his eyes casting downwards.

For a moment, Harry can’t believe his ears. Or the words Louis just said even if he can see them hanging in the air between them. Harry is not even sure if he listened He doesn’t want to believe them, maybe that’s why he’s having a hard time coming up with his own words.

*** Basically, Louis is loud. And then he isn’t. Harry ties him up to find out why. ***

💮I’m Tired Of Using Technology, I Need You Right In Front Of Me by @Phillipa19 (6k) | Explicit

Louis goes away on yet another business trip, but when he stops calling Harry to check in, Harry decides to take matters into his own hands.

OR- Louis is Harry’s sugardaddy who has gone away on business and Harry feels neglected. Louis is possessive and gets a camera installed in their bedroom so he can check up on Harry, so Harry decides to use the camera to his advantage.

💮leave you drowning until you reach for my hand by orphan_account (16k) | Explicit

If Louis told him to do something that he really didn’t want to do, it would be different, but Louis’s never done that, never asked anything of Harry that he couldn’t handle. Except—except maybe this; to obey him without praise, reward, approval, or even mere acknowledgement.

💮Push You Over The Edge (So I Can Pull You Back) by orphan_account (16k) | Explicit

It’s after a long two weeks of interviews and non-stop appearances that have got Harry stressed to the limit of yanking his hair out and throwing a fit and crying that Louis shows it to him, walks in the door with a sleek black bag in his left hand and inconspicuous brown one in his right.

💮smile in slow motion by @istajmaal (24k) | Explicit

“It’s 2011, Niall. People can fuck their friends’ faces without it meaning anything more than that.”

or, Louis is Harry’s dom and maybe also his soulmate.

💮sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me by @moonlightlouis (4k) | Not Rated

harry’s been a naughty boy and needs to be punished and louis is there to do it

💮Sweet Dreams by @dormant_bender (5k) | Explicit

When fantasies become reality.

💮To Be Loved To Be In Love by @Angel_Dust (129k) | Mature

At 18, every Sub must take a Match Test to find their Dom.

Poor, Farm kid Louis Tomlinson is matched with Rich, Businessman Harry Styles.

Or, where Harry thinks giving Money, expensive presents and luxuries proves how much you love someone, but Louis is about to turn his world upside down.

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Friendly Encounters- Chapter Five

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: A friend challenges you to go out of your comfort zone and talk to one of the cute boys at the café. However, after attempting to flirt with one of them, they reveal that they are in a relationship with each other. It’s fine, though, because you’re all friends now!

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Romance

𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔: Smut, Angst

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Graphic Depictions of sex, Use of Slurs, This chapter really hits you in the feels.

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 8k

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jimin x Yoongi x Reader

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After making sure that Jimin is safely hidden from your father’s judgmental stare (and that you have your clothes intact), you open the door, awkwardly greeting your father who went on a business trip.

“I was called back here on short notice. Apparently one of my colleagues saw you out and about with some boys, what’s this about?” You sigh, relieved that he didn’t catch you and Jimin in the act.

“They are just friends. You know that I don’t date.” You leave it at that, your father taking his leave once again after he is satisfied with your answer.

“Shit, I thought he caught us.” You help pull Jimin up out from under your bed.

“I did too.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek, before taking the vibrator out of your clenching hole. “I can’t believe you stayed quiet that entire time, I really thought you were about to give me away.” He lets out a chuckle before wrapping his lips around your pearl and sucking your clit a bit too harshly.

“Fuuuuuck, Jimin!” You throw your head back as your boyfriend hits that bundle of nerves right as he circles your g-spot and a sticky white substance comes gushing out, making you moan straight into a pillow. The overstimulation was enough to make your legs give out, resulting in a much less pleasurable muscle cramp right on your thigh. Jimin lets out a soft chuckle before helping you sit up and he massages your leg until the pain is gone.

“You’re so tense, kitten. Maybe it would help if we did this everyday now, from about 5-8, particularly?”

You give him a peck on the lips, unfazed by the fact that he tasted like you but also surprised by how it’s not bad. Jimin’s lips look better covered in cum. Your own cum. Geez, you know you’re going to hell for thinking that. But you’re just stating the facts here.

“Jiminie, we don’t need a schedule to hang out. Besides, you must be busy with work.”

“Nope, I’ve got that covered.” He gives you his phone so you could see his schedule for yourself. Every day he has an 8 hour shift from 8am-3pm every day. It’s the most consistent one you’ve seen yet, considering the café hours are still inconsistent. Maybe that’s why Jin doesn’t have as many customers as he’d like to have.

“Do you guys have any form of advertising?” You ask, as he plays in bed next to you while you scroll through tumblr mindlessly looking at the hot idol boys with their abs flashing the camera and neatly brushed hair as they know exactly what they do to their fans at home.

“Just flyers, I guess.” Jimin seems uninterested, more concentrated on the video game in front of him.

“Hmm, I think I have an idea.” You let out a chuckle before turning to look at the contact in front of you. You were about to help Jin expand his business.

༻• Wednesday, At a Houseparty •༺

You didn’t tell Jimin and Yoongi because you didn’t want them to worry, but you had a release period and used the opportunity to meet up with someone at a party that a mutual friend of yours was hosting.

It was Jaehyun, Jungkook’s much more attractive twin. You flash him your best smile before greeting him like an old friend.

“It’s nice to see you again, babe. Didn’t think you were coming back to my place anytime soon after what my brother did.”

He smiles at you, knowing that your interaction with him was temporary and you were probably using him for your own personal needs.

You aren’t like that, but Jae doesn’t know any better. You proved enough with the way you pushed him aside every time he offered you a cigarette. Who even smokes nowadays?

“Just because I’m not friends with Jungkook anymore doesn’t mean we can’t hang out. I think you’re pretty cool on your own.”

You weren’t lying, you did think Jae had a coolness factor that Jungkook couldn’t compete with. He has that bad boy edgy-ness that you don’t find anywhere else.

As you look around, he leans in and whispers in your ear,

“For the record, I think you’re pretty cool too, nerd girl.” You blush as he compliments you, feeling strangely attracted to him. He always flirts with you, but this time felt different. Is it because he gained muscle? Or maybe it’s the cool tattoos that stretch around his biceps.

You shake off your thoughts, excusing yourself to get a drink. Your new friend is nowhere in sight, the only detail you have of them is that they will be wearing a very bright red article of clothing.

At first your gaze is directed to the guy with a red cap on backwards, who is coincidentally surrounded by girls on a couch but it couldn’t be him because he’s too busy in a conversation with someone already.

You keep scanning the crowd until your eyes land on a woman. She has dark hair, as dark as the night sky when the moon is nowhere to be seen.

She has a bright red dress on, covered in sequins from head to toe and golden hoop earrings. You can make out these details as she sways her hips to the music blaring through the speakers, looking much older than the kids surrounding her.

She has to be a woman in her late twenties, at least, but she looks very graceful, moving around with much more control as the people around her sloppily make out with each other and dance like they just learned how to walk.

She isn’t drunk either, as she notices you staring and a playful smirk tugs on her lips. You blush, looking away as she made her way over to the punch table, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi cutie! I’m guessing you must be Yoonmin-Café?” She giggles as you nod, smoothing out the wrinkles in your old dress that you wore to one of your arranged marriage meetings.

“That’s me, and you must be Bellasaurus?” She lets out a laugh that could rival Jin’s.

And then it hits you; this lady is exactly like Jin. With her looks, to her obvious age, and her maturity.

“Let’s talk.”

You both make your way to a less crowded area, and since you’ve been inside the Jeon residence thousands of times before, you can navigate easily with your eyes closed.

“My name is actually Sonia. I use Bellasaurus as a cover name for my business.”

“You design websites for marketing purposes, correct?”

“Yes, and I run a successful multi-million dollar blog from my family’s account. Apart from that, I’m fully self-made.” You nod, impressed by her credentials.

“I want to do something for my friends. They work at a café and I just wish people could see the kind of love I’ve experienced at that place. If you could find it in your heart, please help me show the world what I see everyday behind the counter, with warm individuals spreading love for the world through the art of barista-ing.” You cringe at your own last few words, causing the woman to double over in a fit of laughter before she rubs the tears away from her eyes.

“Okay, okay, you’ve convinced me. I’ll design a site for the café.”

“Yes!” You jump up, shaking her hand in enthusiasm.

”Not so fast, cutie,” You gulp at her tone, feeling your heart sink at her sudden words. “I’ll have to check this place out myself to see just how ‘full of love,’ it really is. For all I could know, these people could be holding you hostage and forced you to come here against your will.”

“I’m 18! A perfectly legal adult and fully capable—”

“Yadda yadda yadda, yeah spare me the details, I need some real proof here.”

“Fine,” You stand up, gesturing for her to follow you. “Catch you later, Jae.” You wave to your host as he waves back. Things have eased a lot between you two. Maybe if you have him a chance earlier things wouldn’t have been so bad between you, Jasmine, and Jungkook.

The lady follows behind you, panting as you walk only one block.

“I thought you wanted to check the place out yourself?” You ask with a smug smile, folding your arms as she looks up at you with daggers in her eyes.

“I wasn’t expecting ya to walk all the way there now, I thought we were gonna set up another meeting at the location.” She pants, taking off her heels and walking barefoot on the sidewalk.

“Nope.” You enthusiastically make your way to the cafe, ringing the bell and surprising your boyfriends with your appearance as they were close to closing time, anyways.

“Why aren’t you in school? And who’s this old lady?” Jimin asks in a scolding tone as you blushh and fumble with your words.

“Old lady? Well I’ll have you know I’m 29, young man, rude boy!” She sticks her tongue out at him before taking in the environment. “You know what, I think I see what you meant,” Sonia turns back to you, giving you a wide grin. “I’ll do it. I’ll design a blog about this place,” She smirks, fishing out a business card. “Where can I meet the owner?” She asks you.

“Ah, he’s probably stocking things as we speak, always busy.” You make your way to the back, finding Jin in the middle of moving items into the pantry. Sonia hands you her shoes, quickly getting to work in helping Jin. After a bit of light conversation, the two find that they share an interest in dad jokes. This is something that you didn’t know about Sonia. You pat Jin on the back and then he looks surprised when Sonia mentions that you were the one that came to her.

“I’d love to accept, but how do I repay you?” Jin pouts, as if he is doing aegyo for the woman. It’s actually really cute.

“Let me come here and drink coffee once a week. I’d love to spend some time getting to know this quaint little place in the middle of our city.”

“It’s not really that well-known, but if that’s what you want-”

“Please. I want to.” She puts a hand on her heart and nods at Jin, winking at you.

“Okay.”

Jin doesn’t question why she’s in a party dress, or why you did your makeup heavier than usual. His mind is more preoccupied by the woman who made his heart flutter. Sonia was pretty, and she seemed to be cut from the same cloth as him, which is rare enough.

༻• Wednesday, At Home •༺

“That was quite a stunt you pulled there, kitten.” Yoongi pulls off his coat as he gets home, being tasked with temporarily babysitting you, since your mother was out again for a night shift.

“I just wanted to help business grow. I mean, Jimin was complaining about it feeling empty, and you just look so happy, mixing concoctions for customers.”

“I understand that, but what if this stranger tried to hurt you? You can’t trust anyone online these days.” Yoongi gently scolds you, and you fold your arms as the hour hand of the clock nears 10. Jimin should have returned 2 hours ago. Strange.

“Where’s Jimin?” You ask, whipping out your phone and typing something in.

“He’s probably at the jeweler’s,” Yoongi smirks as you turn to him with wide eyes. “Relax, kitten. He went there to get a watch fixed,” He kisses your cheek before making his way to the stairs. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Maybe after I’m done we can spend some more time together?” You nod, thinking back to when you first hung out with Yoongi, listening to some of your favorite songs together.

“Sounds like a plan.” You can’t help but feel worried about your other boyfriend, though. Since Yoongi doesn’t seem very worried, you can conclude he’s safe, and he’ll be back soon.

You retreat upstairs, sighing as you start doing your homework. You only finish half, taking an hour with just three classes. You decided to save math for last, putting your things away as Yoongi knocks on your bedroom door.

“Hey, sorry I took so long. I love taking long, hot showers.” You always thought Yoongi was a more ‘cold showers’ type of guy, since he seemed awkward and couldn’t express himself right off the bat. It took you awhile to get to know him for who he is now, which is your sweet boyfriend.

“That’s nice. I love hot showers too. It gives me the same effect as a hot bath, you know?” He nods, crawling into your bed and rustling the covers. You kick your slippers off, joining him under the covers as he goes on his phone.

“I wanna take millions of pictures of you. We haven’t really done a lot of couple stuff one-on-one. It’s important that we take time doing that, or else it can really affect us as a trio.” You snuggle into Yoongi’s chest, inhaling his fresh pine scent. Yoongi smells less fruity than Jimin, and much more musky. It’s a good musk, actually stronger than Jungkook’s scent. You loved that scent as well, so you don’t waste any time at all with rubbing your face into his chest. He’s wearing a dark green sweatshirt with a pair of comfy pants, just making you crave him even more as he runs his fingers through his bleach-blond hair.

“I’m obsessed with your scent. You’re just so...warm.” You pause for a moment, your gaze flickering from his lips, to his eyes, to his lips. And as you lick your own lips, it’s evident enough that you want to kiss him. Do it. He almost dares you with his own eyes, a blank stare taking the place of his usual smirk.

The kiss is slow at first, you close your eyes, just pressing your lips lightly against his. And then you slip your tongue in, as he pulls you on top of him and you’re both fighting for dominance as you buck your hips into his hard-on.

“Shit.” He groans as you do it again, twisting on top of him as he pulls you down for an open-mouthed kiss. Before you know what’s happening, you’re humping him, literally grinding against him, basically having sex with your clothes on.

“Oh gosh I’m gonna come, Yoongi!” You let out a moan and shiver as he kisses your neck, muttering curses in Korean before moaning in your ear.

“I’m coming too!” You both are tangled up, panting messes as you ride out your orgasm, and your panties are ruined. You flop down on the bed next to Yoongi, sweating profusely and out of breath as he hands you a water bottle. “I haven’t come like that since the eighth grade. And I mean that in a completely good way, dry humping never got me anywhere. I never came from it.” You give him a tired smile before kissing his cheek.

“Maybe it’s a matter of doing it with the right person.” You wink.

“Now that that’s done, I’ll have to go change into a new pair of boxers.”

“Same here. Whoa, I didn’t know I could come without clitoral stimulation.” You thought it was a myth.

“Consider yourself lucky, huh?” You smile as he kisses your lips one last time before disappearing.

“Yoongi, Y/N?” You hear Jimin’s voice further down the hallway. He’s finally returned! Kicking off your panties, you slide your shorts back on and you make your way to the voice.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” You gasp when you see the bruised lip and cut on Jimin’s cheek. “Who did this to you?”

“A couple of guys in the neighborhood thought it would be funny to ‘beat some sense into the fag,’ and when I told them I get more pussy than them, they were enraged.” You stroke his back as he sinks onto the floor in the middle of the hallway, and you both sit in silence as Yoongi opens the door to their shared bedroom.

“Let’s get you fixed up,” He doesn’t even ask Jimin any questions as the boy walks into the room.

“People can be cruel when it comes to things they don’t understand.” You nod in agreement as Yoongi cleans the cut with an alcohol swab and puts a bandaid on his face.

“But why do they call you slurs even if they don’t know your sexuality?” Yoongi shrugs.

“I’m an easy target? I don’t know. They do it because they are ignorant, thinking they’re doing God’s work because people like me shouldn’t exist.” You frown, looking at Jimin’s busted lip again with tears in your eyes.

“That’s not even fair! You just...you’re so kind and sweet and just...it’s so unfair. I’m sorry Jimin-ah.” You kiss his nose as a silent tear makes its way down your face.

“It’s not your fault, baby. This world is filled with ignorance, you can’t blame them for what they did. It was how they were raised.” This man, no, angel is so forgiving that you can’t accept what happened.

“You are actually an angel, Jimin.”

“Thanks Y/N!” He flinches as Yoongi starts cleaning the cut, presumably from the burn. His grip on your hand tightens.

“So...that brings me to my next question. When are you planning to visit your parents?” You refrain from using the word “family,” since Jimin seems more fragile right now. You know now isn’t the best time to bring it up, but if you don’t, who will?

“You don’t have to answer her if you don’t want to, baby.” Hearing Yoongi be so loving with Jimin just makes your heart jolt in your chest. You feel warm and tingly knowing that there is such a caring man looking after you, but there’s uneasiness in your chest as well as doubt. Present yet ever shrinking.

“No, we agreed on this, remember? I’ll go back to my parents when we’re ready. Trust me, you’ll know when it’s time.” He directs his last sentence at you, flinching as Yoongi presses down on his bruised lip.

“We can fix this later. For now, just don’t roll over to the other side of the bed.” Jimin groans as his boyfriend kisses his cheek and he feels the numbness spreading, blocking him from feeling anything else.

“I want kisses.” Jimin pouts as Yoongi brushes his finger across his bruise, touching the bandaid with remorse in his eyes.

“I know, Chim. But you’re hurt. Let’s wait for the wound to heal.” For a moment, your heart clenches. It’s like they are in a different world, interacting with each other. They’ve known each other for years, you know that their bond is a lot stronger and they are closer to each other than they are with you. You feel like you’re intruding on a private moment, like you saw something that was not meant for your eyes.

“Mmm? Y/N, did you hear me?” Yoongi pulls you out of your trance as he calls you again.

“Sorry, I must’ve zoned out. What did you ask?” You fold your hands in your lap, feeling useless since Jimin is already patched up and ready for bed.

“I asked if we could take a rain check on our little house date. Jimin really needs me right now, especially since you bought up his parents. He’s a little sensitive.” You understand what he’s saying for the most part, but your brain twists his words and makes him sound like he’s blaming you for Jimin’s mental state. You knew his parents were the ones that hurt him first, the ones to cast him out on the streets after he told them who he really was, so why did you just talk about going back to them?

It’s just a cycle of pain. As you curl up in your bed alone and left with your thoughts, Jimin and Yoongi are fast asleep in each other’s embrace, not bothered in the slightest bit of any external forces.

You take a moment to wiggle around in your bed before turning on a dim light and grabbing the sky blue vibrator that Jimin got for you a day prior, staring at it as if it would give you answers. As of now, you can assume Jimin’s “lessons” will be on hiatus.

You just want to cum, to come so hard that you forget about the world and all its problems. You wish you could be alone with Yoongi and Jimin in peace. After turning on the vibrator and imagining Jimin’s thick, girthy cock in place of the light blue vibrator, you start moaning, sucking your own fingers, thinking of Yoongi’s dick in your mouth, and how you could take them both so well if they gave you the chance. You wanted to be ruined, it was only a matter of time before it happened. After a much-needed orgasm, you shut everything down and you try to go to sleep.

༻• Thursday, At Home •༺

Your mom gets home early from work, but she leaves quickly as she planned to meet up with an old friend from college. You send her away with a smile on your face, obviously dreaded to be left alone at home again.

Jimin was here, but you felt awkward with speaking to him again since you brought up the topic of his parents. You opted out of knocking on his door, instead staying in your room and texting your sensible friend, Toriel, as she asks you about how things are going with you, Yoongi, and Jimin. You’ve yet to tell her about the poly arrangement, so for now she thinks you’re just harboring unrequited feelings and that you have a schoolgirl crush on the two older men.

Gay men, you’ve never confirmed or denied their gay-ness, so for now she thinks that you’re basically barging into a perfectly happy relationship. Lately, Toriel has been getting on your nerves.

Maybe that’s just the lust talking. Who are you kidding? You need to get laid. After being teased by Jimin and being called “kitten” by both men, you can’t beat around the bush. You ignore the lingerie set that Jimin got you and instead you go to the closet to pull out a set of dark purple lace, with matching panties, a bra, and some complimentary fishnet stockings. You felt more uncomfortable with the stockings on, but you looked good, and with your matching black fishnet gloves, you looked good too.

Now you just need to wait. You take the box of toys and grab the makeshift dick, growing impatient as you swirl the head around your entrance. You close your eyes, imagining Jimin kissing your neck while Yoongi ate you out. Or better yet, Jimin ruining your pussy as Yoongi watches.

The lewd imagery of Yoongi pumping his huge cock in his hand has you shivering, as you push the dildo further inside your drenched hole. You let out a small moan, as your walls tighten around it, and just like a real dick, you feel full. Except, it never comes. You orgasm quietly, covering your mouth as your imagination runs wild. Consisting of Jimin wearing lingerie, stripping it off as he grinds his pretty peach ass against your thigh. Suddenly, you pin him to the counter, sucking his cock harshly, rubbing his testes through the sheer panties.

You wake up the next morning, to your alarm ringing loudly in your ear. You gasp at your state, finding your hand buried between your legs, while you’re wearing nothing but sexy lingerie and fishnet stockings. Your legs are itchy, but that’s probably from being restrained by the tight stockings. Damn, I’m thick. Is the first thought that comes to your mind. The next thing you notice is the sex toys lying scattered. You only have one dildo and vibrator, but you wouldn’t dare get caught with either of them in your possession. On top of that, you hope things with Jimin will get better. If you’ll be spending all of next week with him and Yoongi alone, you don’t know if you can handle the awkwardness. That’s why today, you are going to make up with him.

You start by changing into some clothes, making sure you cover your body so your boyfriend doesn’t notice. You rush in and out of the bathroom, running past Yoongi as he tiredly trudges over to the open door.

“You late for school?” You shake your head, before making your way to the kitchen. You can’t believe you fell asleep when you were supposed to be seducing your younger boyfriend with your sexy undergarments. Luckily, he didn’t stumble into your room last night and find you in your sprawled out state. You really were a mess.

“G-good morning Y/N.” You look up to see that Jimin has entered the kitchen, but he doesn’t make eye contact with you. He avoids your gaze completely, eyes trained on the toast in his plate instead.

“Hi Jiminie...I was hoping to talk to you today.” He looks up at you with wide eyes, a light pink blush prominent on his cheeks.

“R-really? What is it about?” You find his behavior strange, but he is trying to be as normal as he can be. After what happened yesterday. Unbeknownst to you, Jimin had seen everything that happened the night prior, as he came to your room to talk to you about things. Particularly the promise he made before getting beat up by a bunch of douchebags.

He found you in your bed, asleep, wearing some lingerie he had never seen before and your fingers were pressed against your clit, as you rubbed yourself in your sleep for some release. He found himself staring, as he couldn’t look away from your sleeping form. You were an enigma, but before he could do anything else, he hurried out of the room with a boner for Yoongi to take care of.

Even though his hyung made him cum that night, he was still in pain from not being able to pleasure you. In the morning, all was forgiven, and Jimin just wanted to embrace you again without things being awkward between the two of you. It’s not your fault that you didn’t know how bad Jimin’s parents truly were. Yoongi unfortunately had the displeasure of meeting them briefly in public one time after Jimin got kicked out of his own house. His parents did not take a liking to your beautiful blond boyfriend but instead despised him from the start.

Jimin didn’t like it when others took the blame, especially after Yoongi beat himself up over the fact that Jimin’s parents disowned him. He knew of Jimin’s parents being extremely homophobic, but he thought that they personally didn’t like him. He was Jimin’s first official boyfriend, after all. Maybe that’s why you felt so distanced from him. He already suspected you were struggling with insecurity and other anxieties that people normally go through, but you never dare speak of it. Hell, you never complain when Yoongi forgets to replace the roll of toilet paper in the bathroom, nor Jimin forgetting to take his shoes off when he enters the house. You just simply adore them too much.

Jimin is a huge fan of the attention, but he doesn’t like it when he sees his lovers down like this. He knows you like to avoid conflict, but if confrontation is needed, someone should take the lead. Normally, Yoongi would be the one to bring up issues, but right now this is between him and you. It doesn’t involve all three of you. Jimin thinks that your relationship with him is just as important as his relationship with Yoongi. He loves you both with all his heart, even though he hasn’t said the three special words to you yet. That’s why Jimin decides to break the long silence after you stay silent as he asks you the question again, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

You snap out of your little headspace, looking up at your blue haired boyfriend before stretching your arms out in front of you before looking up at Jimin.

“I’m sorry about bringing up the thing about your parents, and I never meant for things to get so awkward between us. I’m sorry, Jimin.” The man shakes his head, before pulling you in for a hug.

“You didn’t realize. It’s fine. Though it will take some time, for you and Yoongi, I will be willing to go back.” You feel comforted at that.

“How are your wounds?”

“They’ve healed overnight. Hyung took good care of me.” Jimin smiles at you as your other boyfriend joins you in the kitchen.

“You need a ride to school, kitten?” Yoongi asks after pressing a kiss to yours and Jimin’s foreheads respectively.

“No, it’s fine. My bus is gonna get here in 20 minutes. I still have a bit of time.”

“Okay, well I have to get going right now. Chim will have less hours, since Jin heard about his injury and he doesn’t want him to strain, so most likely you two will be left alone when you get home.” You send your older boyfriend off with a kiss, and after reading another text from your mom you find out that you’ll be left alone again with Jimin. Completely.

“How’s school?” Jimin attempts to make small-talk with you, but your eyes keep wandering to his plump lips, wondering what type of things he could do to you if you let him.

“It’s going well. I just have some busy work, since one of my teachers is pregnant and away from class at the moment.” You explain, before scarfing down the breakfast that your boyfriend so thoughtfully cooked up for you. In fact, you get so caught up in your own thoughts that you fail to recognize the time, and that you can’t afford to miss the bus. “Bye, bye, Minie.” Jimin seems to take a liking to the nickname immediately, smiling as you kiss his cheek and run out the door.

༻• Later That Day •༺

“Hey, can I talk to you?” You’re surprised to find Jaehyun standing on your driveway as you walk towards your home from the bus stop.

“What’s up?” You look at the man with an identical face to Jungkook’s, the only difference being his nose. Apart from that, he reminds you of your previous crush immensely. Not that it means anything, anymore at least.

“I’m sorry about what Jungkook did. He never goes after girls with boyfriends, or even flirt with anyone else if he is in a relationship. What he did to you was sucky, I’m sorry.”

“Jae, you didn’t do anything wrong. If anyone should take the blame, it should be Jungkook. You did nothing. Thanks for the apology, but isn’t gonna change the fact that he forcefully kissed me.” Your eyebrows twitch as Jaehyun looks at his feet, confused as to why you said that.

“No, Jungkook would never.”

“Ah, but he did.” You turn around to see your younger boyfriend, Jimin walking over to you and Jaehyun.

“Who’s this? A new friend?” Jae stretches his hand out for a handshake.

“Actually, I’m her boyfriend, Jimin.” He scans the man up and down for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

“I think I’ll get going now. We’re having another rave over break, if you wanted to stop by again.” You cringe as Jimin’s grip around your shoulder tightens, and he looks almost murderous in his attempts to show you that he is less than enthusiastic about finding out his only girlfriend snuck out to a Houseparty for her own selfish reasons, he doesn’t know that you scouted the lady who is sponsoring their café on her website.

“Thanks but no thanks, it was more of a one-time thing, okay? Bye Jae.” You quickly scurry into your home, Jimin following closely behind, watching you with those pretty crescent shaped eyes.

“You actually went to a House party without telling us?” You shrug.

“Didn’t seem like much of a big deal. I didn’t think it was important.” Jimin leans back on the couch, lazily stretching an arm past your shoulder, making you shudder with your sudden skin-to-skin contact. His fingertips are cool on your bare shoulder, since it was hot in the house and you removed your sweatshirt to reveal your tank top underneath.

“It’s not, but we would’ve liked to know. In case something happened to our girlfriend.” Your heart flutters at the word. You’re actually somebody’s girlfriend. And your heart belongs to not one, but two extremely beautiful men.

“Nothing would’ve happened regardless; Jae wouldn’t have let anything happen to me. I’ve known for pretty much all of my life, he’s like a brother to me.” Jimin raises an eyebrow at you, the arch making his forehead wrinkle.

“Would a brother look at you like that?” Your mouth falls open as Jimin tilts your chin up so you can look at him directly in the eyes.

“Like what?” You have a slight feeling that Jimin isn’t even angry at Jaehyun, but the fact that he has an opportunity to play the jealous boyfriend has him excited. You quickly get to your feet as Jimin leads you to your bedroom, pushing the covers aside and getting some towels so you don’t get your sheets messy.

“You know what I’m talking about. The way he looked at you...oh it made me wanna rip his eyes right out of their sockets!” He grabs the box of assorted sex toys and you shake your head as he pins you down to the bed, capturing your lips in a heated kiss before pulling off your thin layers of clothing. You’re soaked to the bone, wanton moans leaving your mouth as Jimin dances in front of you, teasing you as he ties your hands behind your back and he leaves you on the bed with your legs spread out for him as he jiggles his gorgeous peach ass in front of you, his dick bouncing violently as he looks back at you with a cheeky grin.

You never knew you could be attracted to butts, at least not until Jimin showed you his. His peachy bottom has been on your mind from the moment you met him, in fact. Not that you would ever admit it out loud, he’s just an extremely attractive male. Everything about him is attractive. And his dick, oh my gosh, his dick is absolutely perfect. You would give anything, everything you have, just to look at it.

After teasing you with his ass, he turns around, kissing the corner of your mouth before flashing his dick to you, flexing it and making it bounce up and down a couple times. You can only just stare at the perfectly flushed cock, erect and standing straight up as you drool a little bit, Jimin only leaning forward and wiping the saliva from your lips before bringing his hand down to pump his shaft a couple of times.

Your lungs give out, as you wheeze for air, your walls clenching around nothing as Jimin so lewdly pleasures himself on your swivel chair, thrusting his hips into the air, his dick going through the makeshift hole he made with his fingers.

“Please, Jimin, use me.” With your words of confirmation, he lunges forward.

His kisses are electrifying as he sends shivers down your spine from kissing the peaks of your breasts. You let out small mewls of pleasure as he cups your boobs and suckles them. The little pop you hear from his mouth letting go of your nipple is enough to make you shake. But you’ve yet to cum.

“You’re cute, sweetheart. Thinking I’m just gonna give you what you want on a golden platter. You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girls deserve to be punished.” You gasp as he presses his tongue flat against your clit, with no warning whatsoever, pushing your legs further apart as you bend your knees. You can see him clearly as he eats you out, his hair disheveled yet making him look so good while he continues sucking your wet pearl.

You know what you did, and you don’t regret it. You’ve always wanted to have jealous angry sex with a boyfriend in the future, but Jimin is already checking off a lot of things from your bucket list just from being buried between your legs. You grab his tousled hair, a moaning mess under him as he eats you out like a starved man, eyes flicking up to meet your gaze every once in a while. You absolutely lose it, after he maintains eye contact with you, driving your orgasm out into the edge. It feels so good, you feel like you’ve lost all your senses.

Jimin watches with awe as you leak onto the towels you laid out earlier, shivering from the sudden rush of cold air as he leaves your clit alone for a moment. You’re so needy for him, that you let out a whine. It’s a bratty, childish whine. The type of whine you’d use when you wanted your favorite toy but your mother wouldn’t give it to you. The same type of whine you’d hear from Jungkook every time you or Jasmine had to leave early from his house, back when you all were still on speaking terms, of course.

“Up against the headboard, kitten. I wanna see your face when I make you cum with my cock. Legs open, look up at me,” You didn’t realize how intimidating your boyfriend could be. Now, you’re basically splayed on the bed, legs wide open for him. The thought of losing your virginity both thrills and terrifies you. What are you going to do if he just leaves you alone afterwards? No way, there’s no way your precious Jimin would do that. “I need consent. Are you okay with this?” You nod, as your boyfriend tilts your chin upwards so that you’re looking at him.

You can see the small bruise on his lip, faded to a reddish-tan color, a small blemish on his perfect face as he looks down at you with that same stare. The cut on his cheek is completely healed now, only a tiny scar remaining. You assume that will heal with time, as well.

After shaking the scary and much darker thoughts from your mind, you concentrate on Jimin. Or more specifically, what he’s doing. Consent is sexy. You learned that after the incident with Jungkook. He never asked if he could kiss you, there were no questions or answers. With your boyfriend, things are so much more different. Calmer, healthier even. You breathe a couple times, your heart rate steadying as Jimin has you pinned down, your legs hanging off his shoulders. He’s fully naked, his dick wrapped in a condom. You bite your lips, weighing your options.

You love Jimin with your whole heart, but what if you get hurt? What if he ends up ditching you after taking your innocence? You know he wouldn’t do that realistically, but these hypothetical thoughts plague your mind as Jimin awaits your response. “You can say no if you feel uncomfortable. I mean, I might have to take a cold shower afterwards but the decision is up to you. Are you sure you want to do this tonight, Y/N?”

His tone is so caring, and his voice is soft enough to match it. He doesn’t want to hurt you, you know he won’t. Is he the right guy? You know you can say no, but that just makes you want to say yes even more and let him ruin you, at least for tonight. You’ve heard about the first time being painful, but your older and much more experienced boyfriend will guide you through it, and you just have a feeling that you’re going to be okay. After a minute of silence, you answer him, finally.

“No,” Jimin immediately recoils, quickly peeling the sheets back so he can clean you up. After all, you reek of sweat and cum. “I’m not sure, I am 100% certain that I want you to fuck me tonight.” Jimin turns back, his mouth dry and half open as you smirk, your gaze lustful and enticing to him as he licks his lips.

“Have some water.” He hydrates you first, before taking a sip himself. Afterwards, you’re both ready to dive back into action. You can feel his hard-on, as he rolls his hips against yours. The first few times he does it, you’re surprised at how good it feels. The sensation is far from painful. Five minutes in, and you’re humping each other like animals in heat.

After five minutes, however, you both lose interest, bodies glued to each other as you kiss passionately, and then you look down, surprised to see that Jimin has poured an oil-like substance between your legs. He rubs it between your inner thighs before he brings his hand up and cups your clit.

“Just put it in already, please,” You beg him, almost sobbing as he pushes a finger in as a test. “Oh fuck!” You scream, biting your tongue painfully as he fucks you with two fingers, adding one by the minute. Your walls grip him tightly, and he stays silent, watching you as you struggle to suck in his digits.

You’re doing surprisingly well, considering he had already played with you before. You’d ever really gone as far as oral and fingering, but now penetration with the penis in vagina action is a completely different beast.

You know this as well, since prepping is all you’ve been doing for three days straight. Well, you did have to take care of yourself yesterday, but that was only because of unforeseen circumstances. And plus, your own fingers didn’t make you orgasm as hard or as good as you’re able to with your boyfriends.

“I’m putting it in. Expect a little pain.” You close your eyes, sucking in a deep breath as your boyfriend replaces his fingers with his penis, actually filling you better than that dildo ever could. You feel little discomfort, but it subsides, and you quickly find yourself enjoying how well your partner fits inside of you, your mouth falling open with small moans as Jimin’s grunts echo you. As he speeds up slightly, you feel a bit more pain, suddenly yelping like a hurt animal.

“What’s wrong? Oh my god, please don’t be hurt.” You shake your head, kissing his shoulder as he leans over and gives you a kiss, his fingers seeking out your clit so he can stimulate you as well. You feel good, but in all honesty, you know you can’t just cum like this. You’ve read it in books. Women normally don’t orgasm when having intercourse. It’s something that happens with foreplay, or when someone rubs your clit. Jimin rubbing your clit right now is an example of that.

“Jimin...feels so good.” You buck your hips with his, skin against skin as he fills up his condom to the brim.

“That felt fucking amazing. You were amazing, baby. Wow, even my first time wasn’t that good.” It takes you a moment to realize you didn’t cum with him. You’ve always dreamt of your first time being magical, but are you feeling this way because Yoongi wasn’t here? Shit, you almost forgot about your other boyfriend.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot about Yoongi!” You worriedly look at the time on your phone as your other boyfriend puts his hands behind his head and slowly closes his eyes.

“It’s fine, he knows. I texted him when things started getting heated, and he said it was okay. It’s natural for two people in a relationship to fuck, you know?” You feel your cheeks getting heated again. Hearing Jimin curse made your wetness pool and before you knew it, there was a wet spot on your sheets. “Aw, did I make my girl wet?” Jimin laughs as you playfully hit him and get pulled onto his lap. “You’re perfect.” He hums into the kiss you initiate, squeezing your ass and lightly spanking you as you become increasingly horny.

“J-Jimin…” You bite your lip as a knock on the door interrupts you from Round 2. “Who is it?” You ask, in case your mom decided to return home early. She’s done it before.

“It’s me.” You hear Yoongi’s familiar rasp, especially after work, his throat is always a little dry.

“Here, have some water.” You opt to wear Jimin’s shirt to cover yourself momentarily, as you’re not exactly sure what Yoongi would do after seeing your messy post-sex state. He seems indifferent as you open the door, his eyes scanning you before he lets himself in and sees Jimin playing a game on his phone.

“Well aren’t you the happy one. You’re supposed to be resting, Jimin.” Yoongi scolds him prudently, like a father scolding his son. You watch the interaction with curious, wide eyes, as you sit down on the other side of the bed, a little away from your two boyfriends. Yoongi sits at Jimin’s feet, and you watch as he tenderly kisses the younger male’s fingers. It’s so careful, as if he would break. They’ve been through a lot before you, and you want them to know you’ll always be there. For better or for worse.

“I love you, Yoongz, but I don’t need another parent in my life. Just be glad they didn’t fuck me up too bad for you. Look, I couldn’t even finish off with Y/N. My wounds are completely healed, I’m fine. Besides, I’ve been through worse. Can you just leave? Please?” Yoongi frowns, and sighs. You grab his hand, momentarily squeezing it, before crawling over to where the man is sitting and leaving a short, sweet kiss on his pouting lips.

“Go take a shower and rest in your room. I’ll come check up on you later. Right now, I think you need to spend some time away from Jimin. I don’t know what’s going on, but that’s just the stress talking,” You reassure your older boyfriend as he walks out of the room, looking a bit brighter than before. “Jimin, how could you talk to our Yoonie like that? You made him so sad when all he did was care for you.” Jimin scowls at you, something you didn’t expect to see-well...ever.

“I’m tired,” That signals the end of your conversation. Of course, despite being angry at you in the heat of the moment, he doesn’t fail to take care of you properly. He silently runs to the bathroom and wets a towel so he can wipe you down, and then he pulls the covers off and replaces the sheets. You help him with that, despite your aching muscles.

Last of all, he apologizes. After cooling down, he calls Yoongi back into your room and sits you both down so you can listen.

“I’m so sorry, I love you both but I just can’t control the anger I have for my parents. Those douchebags acted exactly how they did when they found out I wasn’t straight. I’m so happy I have you both and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” You and Yoongi both wrap your arms around him, kissing him and reassuring him that you love him too and that you accept his apology.

“I have a feeling there’s a way to resolve all of this pent up anger. To get rid of it.” You tease them by tugging your shirt, and seeing how Yoongi turns pink, you already know you’ve got him.

“Round 2? Hell yeah, baby.”

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Non-Sequential [Ch. 9]

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers/Steve Rogers x Reader

One night, Steve Rogers met a beautiful dame named Y/N. He hadn’t intended on letting her get away. But fate had other ideas. Y/N appeared and disappeared in his life so hauntingly that Steve started to wonder if she was an angel meant to watch over him.

Word Count: 2,500

A/N: Inspired by the film The Time Traveler’s Wife. But not one of those fics that just literally rips off the whole movie and plugs in characters where they please.

Chapter 8

“Y/N! Y/N, look at me!” Steve urged as he practically ran her to the medical wing of the compound. He knew the jarring that came with his rush was probably causing her more pain, but he had to get her to a doctor as soon as possible.

Her eyes fluttered open.

“You gotta stay with me, OK?” Steve practically begged.

She just nodded, failing to fight off a wince as her wound sent another wave of pain through her entire body.

Steve looked down at her seeping blood. Y/N wasn’t a superhero. She hadn’t made the decision to risk her own life, to take the injuries without complaint. She was just a civilian. She never asked for this life.

He shoved his way through the swinging doors of the medical wing. Suddenly a team of doctors came swarming over to him, asking him a million questions.

“I-I don’t know what happened. She just appeared back in the present with a bullet to her abdomen,” Steve tried to answer in his captain voice that the medical team was used to hearing.

No matter how bad his or his teammates injuries were, Captain America kept it together.

But this was Y/N, his best girl. Captain America was nowhere to be found. This was just Steve seeing his girlfriend dying in his arms.

They had taken Y/N from his grip and lightly placed her on a gurney, instantly pushing her away from him.

Steve took a step to follow, but was stopped by a grip on his shoulders.

He looked over, ready to break the wrist of someone that tried to keep him away from Y/N.

When did Tony get here?

“I know you want nothing more than to stay with her, but you gotta let them do their job, Steve.”

Tony’s mature and serious tone actually made Steve feel worse. It was unlike his friend. Tony should’ve been making jokes and not taking anything seriously, like he always did. So his seriousness only panicked Steve more.

Steve put his hands on his waist and kept shifting his weight.

It was making Tony anxious. He’d never seen him like this before. “Tony, if she…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Tony gripped his shoulder. “Hey,” his voice was stern. “Hey, look at me, Cap.” Steve finally did as he asked. “Those are the best doctors in the world in there. They know they’re working on precious cargo. So, they’re going to do everything they can. You got it?”

Tony waited.

Steve nodded.

“So, what I need you to do is keep it together. Because Captain America causing scene isn’t gonna help your girl, OK?”

Steve nodded again and held back the tears that were threatening to fall. ———————————

Steve was sitting on the floor of the hallway when he heard footsteps jogging toward him. He slowly looked up to find that it was Sam.

“I came as soon as I heard,” Sam told him while he was out of breath.

“She just got out of surgery,” Steve told him evenly. “They won’t let me see her.”

Sam’s brow furrowed and he frowned angrily. “Why the hell not?”

“They think me being close to her might make her time travel. And if she does, she won’t survive it.” Steve’s tone had never sounded so numb.

Sam’s heart broke. He could only imagine how Steve felt after hearing the doctors tell them such a theory. And to Sam, it felt lazy and lacked research.

Sam slowly slid down the wall so he was sitting on the cold floor alongside Steve.

“Doesn’t make much sense, does it?” Sam thought aloud. “If she only travels to when and where you are, clearly her powers just want you. So, if anything, being with her will just make her stay in the here and now.”

Steve didn’t say anything.

A few moments of silence passed.

“I’ll distract the doctors and nurses, you sneak inside?” Sam asked.

Steve nodded quickly before shooting to his feet.

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Steve sat next to Y/N’s bed, not feeling close enough unless his legs were touching her bed.

The doctors had finally let him sit in her room after finding that he had snuck in, and then both Tony and Sam had a yelling match with the medical team.

Steve had been reading one of Y/N’s favorite books to her, quietly.

It had been days since her surgery and she had yet to wake up. The doctors said Y/N was lucky that the bullet hadn’t hit any major organs, only skimming her large intestine. They kept talking about how much of a miracle it was. But Steve could only think about how Y/N never should’ve been shot in the first place – there was nothing miraculous about it.

“Is this what the patients feel like on ‘Grey’s Anatomy’? Just constantly waking up to hot doctors?” Y/N mumbled next to him.

Steve dropped the book to the floor and leaned forward. “You’re awake,” he breathed.

“Or I’m in heaven,” she smirked at him.

But Steve found no amusement. There seemed to be a permanent crease in his brow and his lips formed a completely straight light.

“Are you in any pain?” He asked her seriously.

She shook her head. “They must’ve given me the good stuff.”

Steve just watched her for a moment, taking in her face and her eyes that were open and awake for the first time in days. There were moments in those few days where Steve wasn’t sure if he’d ever see them alive again.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “What happened?”

She sighed, knowing that Steve wouldn’t rest until he knew the whole story. The problem was that she also knew how he was going to react when her learned when and where she’d been taken by her powers.

Her gaze lowered, looking down at her lap as her fingers fidgeted.

“I was at the Battle of DC.”

“What?” Steve shot back without helping it.

“One second, I was sleeping in bed with you, the next I was on one of the hellicarriers with people screaming and shooting around me.”

Steve was quiet. But the clenching of his jaw and grinding of his teeth told Y/N he was anything but calm.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Y/N finally looked at him with a narrow gaze.

Steve scoffed, “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” she sassed back. “I know that you think that this is all somehow your fault. That I wouldn’t have gotten shot if it weren’t for you being a part of my life.”

“Yeah, seeing as you were only brought there because of me, Y/N. Because I love you.”

“For once in your god damn life, can you not act like everything is your fucking fault, Steve?”

He went quiet again.

“It won’t work,” Y/N stated.

He narrowed his eyes in question.

“So don’t you dare try it, Steven Grant Rogers.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled.

She sat up, trying to hide her wince from the pain the movement caused. “Listen here, I’ve seen enough movies and TV shows to know how this goes. Guy sees his girl as a damsel in distress, all because she’s dating him. Guy leaves girl because he thinks it’ll keep her safe. Guy pushes her away. And guy breaks both their hearts in the process.”

Steve had nothing to say for himself. His eyes refused to meet her accusatory gaze.

“You should watch Twilight. That shit-hole of a movie will prove how terrible it would end for us,” Y/N teased lightheartedly.

He finally shook his head and huffed out a laugh, “You’re nursing a gunshot wound and convincing me not to leave you…yet you still find a way to be remarkably charming.”

Y/N giggled and then Steve knew he was finished.

His hand was shaking as he grabbed her’s, careful of the IV embedded in her skin. He kissed the back of her hand and she looked heartbroken as she saw the tears he was trying so hard to hold back.

“Y/N, I don’t think you understand… I can’t-If you ever…” then he was overcome with silent tears. He tried to hide them by dipping his head and moving his fist to cover his mouth, but it was useless.

“Hey, hey, hey,” she cooed. “I came back to you, didn’t I?”

“I can’t lose you, Y/N.” Steve was practically whimpering. “I feel like I finally just got you. And I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

“I know, Steve,” she shushed. “I know. I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m so sorry.”

She pulled his head so his forehead was touching hers. They both closed their eyes and just let the feeling of touching each other wash over them. It grounded them. She had to convince Steve that she was still here, that she was OK.

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Two weeks had passed since Y/N returned to the present with a bullet in her side. She recovered quicker than the doctors expected. While she wasn’t allowed to do any strenuous activity – sex included, to her annoyance and Steve’s amusement – but she was at least allowed to leave the infirmary.

Steve insisted she stay with him at the compound. That way she was close to the doctors and specialists if anything were to happen.

Y/N knew he was being overprotective. But he needed to be that right now. So she let him do it and decided to keep her sarcastic comments to herself.

However, as the days went on, Y/N started acting strange.

She was oddly quiet. And it didn’t get past Steve.

There was a piece of the story that she had yet to tell him. She didn’t know how he’d handle it. And not knowing his reaction was what worried her most of all.

Y/N looked up from where she sat on the love-seat in the living room of the compound.

Steve was never far from her these days. He was subtle about it, doing his best not to be overbearing or making it blatantly obvious how overly watchful he’d become of Y/N.

Now he was in the kitchen, surely making both of them lunch.

Y/N marked her spot in her book before getting up and slowly walking to the kitchen island and sitting in one of the high stools.

Steve gave her a small smile at her joining his company.

“Steve?” She said gently. “I have something to tell you.”

He paused what he was doing to look up her worriedly.

“I didn’t tell you the whole story. There’s something else.”

Steve’s face visibly paled. What could be worse than her getting shot? He stepped forward and leaned over the kitchen island toward her, his hands gripping the edge of the countertop.

“I saw Bucky.” Then Y/N blinked. “Or, I guess, the Winter Soldier. But I swore there was a moment when it was Bucky.”

Steve frowned. “Y/N…was it Bucky? Was it Bucky who shot you?”

She blinked again, snapping out of the memory. “No, Steve. He saved me.”

He leaned back in shock at what she said. But he crossed his arms. His face was stern and made him look more like Captain America than Steve Rogers. He wanted – no – he needed answers now.

Y/N’s eyes glazed over as she was dragged back into the memory. “I was right in the middle of the fighting. A Hydra agent saw me. Decided I was an enemy and that’s when I felt the sting. I fell to the ground, convinced I was going to die there. I saw him walking toward me, obviously determined to finish the job.”

Steve was grinding his teeth together.

“Right when he raised his gun, finger on the trigger…there was a shot. But it wasn’t his gun. It was Bucky. He’d had shot one of his own men. He saved me. I looked at him, called his name.” She looked at Steve now. “I swear he recognized me, Steve. For a split second, his face changed like he remembered who he really was.”

Then she shook her head. “He picked me up…carried me to some semblance of shelter, away from the fighting. He looked at me for a moment before running back into the chaos.”

Steve seemed to relax. That was not what he expected to hear.

Y/N reached across the counter to grip one of his hands.

“Bucky’s still in there, Steve. He isn’t lost,” she whispered.

Steve felt a wave of hope wash over his heart. Yes, Bucky had snapped out of it that day when Steve fell from he hellicarrier. His old friend had a moment of lucidity and saved his life. But after Sam followed dead end after dead end, Steve became more and more pessimistic of ever fully recovering his best friend.

A new surge of determination overtook him. He didn’t want to just find his best friend. Now he also had to thank him for saving his girl’s life.

Later that night, Steve called Sam.

He was in Poland, following another possible lead that Nat had sent their way.

Steve often wondered why Sam continued on this wild goose chase. Bucky wasn’t his friend. In fact, he had nearly killed Sam far too many times. But Y/N reminded Steve that Sam was also his best friend. And helping friends was what people did. “You’re not the only person that’s allowed to be selfless, Steve,” Y/N had once reminded her boyfriend.

“He’s always one step ahead of us, Steve.” Sam sighed on the other end of the phone. “Whenever I get to the lead, it doesn’t even seem like he was ever even there. It could’ve been a completely fabricated spotting. This dude’s a ghost.”

Steve glimpsed through the open crack of his bedroom door. Y/N was still sleeping soundly in his bed. He could hear her soft breathing.

“He saved her life, Sam.” Steve muttered sadly. “I already owed him. But now…I owe him everything.”

Sam exhaled. “I get it, man. Really, I do. But did you ever think there’s a reason he hasn’t come out of hiding? You know… a reason that he hasn’t come to you.”

Steve’s brow furrowed. “What are you trying to say, Sam?”

“Maybe he’s not the only one he’s trying to keep safe, Steve.”

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Chapter 10

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masterthespianduchovny · 4 years

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I believe Kendall is the most popular character in the series, but Roman is far more compelling in my opinion.

His emotional arc and burgeoning maturity is a compelling thing to watch, esp when you get glimpses as to why he is the way he is.

In the beginning, I wanted to root for Roman because he was a Culkin, and then Roman tore up the check and I was like, “Fuck this dude.” I mean, clearly, the character and not the actor.

But, in retrospect, that doesn’t seem like something Roman would do. Yes, it’s canonical that he did it, but it’s also canonical that he was wearing, presumably, a wedding band in that same ep that we’ll most likely never get answers for. My point is: the pilot ep is almost always the rough draft of characters going forward. This doesn’t erase his actions, but it just seems “out of character.”

With that being said, we see Roman going from a yes man to his father and caring about his own bottom line to genuinely assessing situations and giving his honest opinion.

His journey to get there was strange, unusual, yet sweet.

Roman was sex obsessed, vulgar, and a fuck up. It was easy to assume that he’s this way because he’s spoiled when, in reality, he most likely suffered the worst of his father’s abuse and was punished for being “weaker.” The implied explanation behind Roman’s behavior is that Logan put his youngest son down in one way or another to uphold the hierarchy between him and Kendall. We see that Connor knows his place and doesn't challenge it, but Roman did and does.

Logan made it where Roman was self sabotaging and heavily insecure about himself and his abilities.

I want to resist the urge of labeling Gerri as the catalyst behind Roman’s change, but I see no other significant factor beyond her. Roman has always wanted to prove himself to his dad and repeatedly failed because that’s how he was molded. But, something happened during the trip to Japan that made Roman and Gerri become closer. Even if it was unstated and imperceptible, there was a change that bonded them.

The Roy children are conditioned to want their dad’s approval, despite failing or it never being enough. Which is why Roman keeps trying.

But, things change with Gerri.

After getting business advice from the wrong person, he finally asks the right person. If it hadn’t been for Japan, would he had asked her? And what’s more noteworthy is: he takes her suggestion seriously.

Back in season 1 episode 2, we see that Roman respects and admires Gerri’s skills at her job.

Interestingly enough, Roman wants her in the room during a business dealing, which is a stark contrast to his vehemence of Frank being his babysitter. IMO, Frank most likely made it very known that he looked down on Roman and probably gleefully reported Roman’s mistakes and fuck ups to Logan. Although he didn't have many dealings with Gerri before season 2, she sasses Roman back, but treated him like an adult; albeit, a very spoiled one, but she did humor him, take him seriously, and keeps whatever mistakes he made between them.

The thing that really spurs Roman’s maturity and self awareness into motion is Gerri checking on him. How often do we see people check on Roman’s emotional well being? Or touch base with him? But, Gerri does and Roman asks her what he needs to do to be taken seriously.

He wouldn’t had ever asked Frank that. And Frank would’ve given him some smart ass reply if he did.

But, Gerri gives him practical advice and is open to being the person Roman leans on. She gives him great, but obvious advice that benefits him in the long run. Her advice also addresses Roman’s glaring flaws of not having practical experience, training, or knowledge surrounding running a business.

Gerri is the first person that Roman allowed himself to be completely vulnerable regarding his insecurities and desire for his father’s approval who made him feel safe and validated. She didn’t give a smart ass reply or justify why his father didn’t trust him, she advised him to do things that will get Logan to trust Roman.

And this is important because Gerri goes from, Gerri Kellman, job good-doer to, Gerri, someone Roman can confide in about professional issues.

After that, we see Roman calling and telling her about every little thing. He sees her as a mentor, but also a friend and someone who isn’t going to judge him.

And maybe this is where the change truly starts. Perhaps, the rocket incident is still on his mind, but having Gerri being a soundboard and help guide his career, Roman can finally begin to grow into his own. This is further underscored when their relationship crossing into a sexual boundary. Roman reveals this incredibly intimate part of him and Gerri doesn’t judge him; she doesn’t make him feel bad about; she inherently understands his need. What interesting about the second “conference call” scene is that Roman is fully prepared to leave and apologizes before realizing that Gerri is in character. And then, he goes into character instantly.

After their first conference call, he’s awkward around her. With their second, he’s his normal self and cracking jokes and telling the truth because it sounds like a lie.

Since this was around the time Roman found out that Shiv was the heavy favorite for the next CEO, he’s down, but is also showing self awareness. He hasn’t reverted back to his old self. Gerri has to beg him to talk to Eduard, but she basically informs him: I went to bat for you, despite your father wanting Tom. I find it noteworthy that he describes her suggestion as “make up sex” and her “grinding against him” to apologize for the Shiv thing. He’s allowing himself to be upset with her in that moment like normal people do opposed to the repressing his true feeling like he does with his family. Whether Gerri revealing that she suggested him to his dad meant something in that moment, it definitely meant something going forth. I believe after this we get an increase of “Gerri says”, Gerri thinks”, and “Gerri cares...”

Gerri is the only one who has consistently taken Roman seriously, was a resource for him to improve his business skills, and allowed him to be vulnerable without making him feel bad about it.

That, in turn, made Roman take himself seriously as a person even when it came to offering a suggestion that continued to threaten Waystar as they knew it.

It takes a lot of maturity and self awareness to say, “hey, this is an important deal for us; I may not be the guy for this”, despite you knowing what this opportunity could mean for you. And Logan’s decision to keep the course with Roman wooing Eduard has everything to do with Gerri’s faith in him. Would Logan care that Roman was good with people, if Gerri hadn’t pushed for him, stressed that the panel went well, or the other things she’s done? Gerri constantly put Roman in a position to succeed, which fed him confidence and allowed it grow in a healthy way. This is highlighted times a million when he tells his dad to reject the offer after him kidnapping.

But, we also have his interpersonal relationships with his family members.

Roman asked his father if he was doing well and had someone to talk to about Marcia. He was truly concerned about his father’s emotional well being. Roman wasn’t just content with, “You good?” No, he also wanted to see if his dad had a support system to deal with his marriage falling apart. This is not the Roman of season 1, that’s for sure. On the yacht when he asked Kendall and Shiv if they could have a normal conversation if they came out of the situation, he WAS the only mature one in the discussion. I know they were having funny, but it did appear that Kendall and Shiv have difficulty having normal, healthy, and productive conversations with one another. They’re so used to competing, undercutting each other, and looking for an angle. They don’t fully trust each other.

Roman wants to know that his loved ones are doing okay and connect to and with them, but ironically enough, he is the only one having a healthy “relationship.” His needs are being met.

For him to trust Gerri the way he does to not only 1. Propose a business team up, but 2. Defend her at the blood sacrifice, speaks volumes.

It shows that he has come a long way from the asshole who ripped up the check in front of the kid and the guy who washed his hand and pretended a rocket didn’t explode.

This also makes Roman dangerous, but in a good way. Kendall has always had the advantage over Roman because he knew the business and how to speak in business terms. But, with Roman working through his issues and actually putting in the work, Roman could give Kendall an actual run for his money. I've said this before, Roman is a killer. But, he lacked the confidence and knowledge to be useful. With Gerri’s guidance and his ever growing confidence and skill, Roman is growing into a better successor in reality, esp because I think he has better negotiating and people skills.

#roman roy #succesion #gerri kellman

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beauty-proof · 5 years

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Studio Audience

TW for mature content and non-consent. “Your husband decided to say ‘fuck Gotham.' Well I say, ‘fuck your husband.’ Figuratively, of course; he’s just so...old.”

She watched the owner of the voice stroll out of the shadows, coming into view one bright color at a time. “So I thought to myself, ‘Joker?',” he playfully put a finger to the side of his garish red lips, “'What would a man like Bernard Elliot treasure the most?’” The clown came to a stop in front of the table on which she lay strapped down and gagged. Her hands were bound together and anchored above her head. Her feet were similarly tied at the ankles and secured to the bottom of the rickety table. “For most men, that’s easy to determine. But a guy like your husband?” He shook his head as if he pitied her. “I'm just so, insatiably curious. Does he choose to save his pretty young trophy wife? Or,” he tickled the bottom of one of her feet and briefly stuck out the tip of his tongue. “Or, does he simply call it a lost cause? And it’s not about the money!” he exclaimed, shaking his head as if she’d asserted that his plan was some cheap money grab. “Not for me, at least. However, money seems to mean everything to your husband. Let’s see if that's true.” He swaggered his way around the side of the table and stooped down toward her face. “Now, if I remove this gag, am I gonna have to hear a bunch of screaming?” “No,” she said through the fabric, shaking her head. He’d removed a knife from his sleeve, flicked it open, and cut off the gag before she even had time to be startled. “Bastard!” she spat. Frustratingly, he just smiled back at her. “It’s nothing personal,” he assured. “I know I probably came in and shook up your plan. The guy’s old enough to croak any day now and here I am messing with your inheritance. What can I say? I’m a curious cat.” He proceeded to walk around the table, checking her bonds for tightness. Thin, long-fingered hands worked their way underneath each cord and gave it a quick tug. She’d expected to feel the bite of rope against her flesh, but it was conspicuously absent. When all she felt was pressure, she looked closer to see that her bonds appeared to made from a smooth, but sturdy nylon material. It looked far more menacing than it felt. Satisfied, the Joker took his leave. “I’ll be back in a while, doll. Don’t go anywhere.” He laughed at his own joke as he strode out of the room. She took the opportunity to look around the room once more, hoping to figure out where she was being held. Hours ago, she’d been confronted in her bedroom by a pair of men wearing clown masks. One chloroform-soaked rag later, and she woke bound to the table clad only in her silk nightie. The air in the room was so cold against her skin that she could barely stand it. The room looked to be a storage closet of sorts, but the assortment of items confused her. Sports equipment, Halloween costumes, random platforms. An idea occurred to her and she squinted to see as far into the high ceiling as should could. There were ropes draped across the rafters. She guessed she was in some sort of theatre. But where? She heard the Joker’s dress shoes clicking against the hard floor, returning for who knows what awful reason. If he was going to hold her hostage, she’d hoped that he would simply leave her alone. “Mrs. Elliot,” he sang out. A piece of black satin cloth dangled from his hand. “Now, unfortunately,” he said in what was clearly mock apology, “I can’t have you knowing where we’re going, so I’m gonna have to blindfold you. Play nice?” There wasn’t really much she could do to resist, besides perhaps bite him when he came closer. She huffed. “Fine.” He whistled as he worked, making sure the fabric was nice and secure. Almost immediately after, she felt cold glass pressed against her lips. She snapped them shut forcefully, jerking her head to the side. “Drink,” he ordered. “I could inject this, but I’m trying to be nice.” Praying it wasn’t some type of poison, she allowed him to pour a small amount of liquid through her lips. It left an odd sensation; the liquid was room temperature, but heated as it went down her throat. The feeling was similar to swallowing liquor, but not quite. Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, she no longer felt cold. Then, her entire body began to tingle, her skin feverish as she felt wetness pool between her legs. She felt like she was a star, radiating massive amounts of heat from her core. A quick frisson of panic hit her. An aphrodisiac, she realized. She’d never felt so needy in her entire life, but she was becoming too distracted to be worried. A single hand slid up between her bound thighs, and she gasped loudly without any forethought. A shrill giggle met her ears as she felt slender fingers spider-walk their way back down toward her feet. Stop enjoying this, she chastised herself. He’s a psychopath and he’s probably going to kill you after he’s done. For some reason, her self talk backfired; the imminent danger seemed to only increase her drug-fueled desire. "Now I’m gonna need you to behave for a minute. Can I get that? Hmmm?” “What?” she asked as she squirmed side to side unconsciously. “Behave how?” He didn’t answer, but she felt him move his hands to her bound feet. He wound another cord around her right ankle before anchoring it to the side of the table. He then untied her feet where they had been bound together, quickly grabbing her free left ankle in a strong grip. She let out a cry of protest and kicked as he wrapped another cord around the second ankle, moving to the other side of the table to anchor that foot as well. He pulled the rope tighter on this side, then repeated on her right foot. She was left spread wide open, unable to close her legs even an inch. Her ass nearly hung over the bottom edge of the table. She’d never been so embarrassed in her life and was extremely grateful she still wore her panties. Just as the thought crossed her mind, she felt his fingertips ghost over the bit of thin cotton fabric. She found herself panting, wiggling, and unable to stop herself despite her disgust. “No real point to these anymore.” He worked his finger underneath the elastic waistband and gave it a snap. “You’re soaked. They’re practically transparent.” She’d have been mortified if she wasn’t so distracted. He stooped down and she felt him blow a stream of air across the wet fabric. She was barely able to hold back her sounds, and the urge to strain upward toward the source of light friction was nearly irresistible. I’m not going to beg this creep to touch me, she promised herself. It’s just whatever he fed me. She pursed her lips tightly, preventing the panting breaths trying to fight their way through. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit that she wasn’t sure how long she could keep this up. Suddenly, the table began to move and she realized why it had been so rickety - it was on wheels. She was being wheeled out of the room, still tied open in the same lewd position. While she hoped that it was just her and Joker in the theatre, she highly doubted they were alone. The two men who had abducted her were probably milling about somewhere. “Alright, sweetheart,” the Joker’s reedy voice boomed, “Iiiiit’s showtime!” he shouted, ripping off the blindfold with a flourish, arms held wide. Blinking her eyes, she realized that she’d been correct that they were in a theatre. The Joker stood in her line of sight, the two of them the only occupants of a rather small stage. The seats in front of them were vacant, save for the first few rows. The rows were occupied by about two dozen men, all unkempt and rough looking; clearly, these were the Joker’s goons. The clown put a finger to his lips, shushing everyone in the audience. “Shhhh. Show’s about to start boys!” he announced, pushing up the sleeves of his red suit jacket to reveal sinewy lower arms. "Tonight, live in front of a studio audience, we have the wife of Bernard Elliot, former mayor of Gotham.” The audience boo-ed. Her husband was not a popular man. There had been allegations of embezzling millions from the city, but there was never enough proof to prosecute. He was, technically, innocent. “Finally, a guy who can get it up,” he laughed, the crowd snickering along. It had been quite some time since she and her husband had been intimate in the traditional sense, due to his advanced age. Still, she’d never been unfaithful, and she did have genuine feelings for Bernard. Of course she knew what people thought of her - a soulless gold digger. She’d worked so hard to prove them wrong and, yet, here she was, practically aching to be touched by this freak. It’s just been a while, that’s all, she reassured herself. That, combined with whatever-it-was coursing through her body, meant that even the clown’s touch wasn’t exactly repulsive. Most of her distaste, at the moment, came from the ridiculous amount of exposure. He could've just held her legs open, couldn't he? The man in question turned away from the small crowd, approaching the table slowly and deliberately. Nearly hyperventilating in anticipation, she focused on his hands as they slid along the inside of her thighs once again. She’d always had a thing for men’s hands, and the Joker’s were actually quite attractive. Prominent knuckles accentuated the lean digits, veins bulging slightly near the wrists. She held her breath as those hands reached up and made a clean tear through her panties, discarding them to the side. Finally, he reached out and flicked her clit with his thumb. Just once. She saw stars and groaned, unable to stop herself. Before she could blink, his mouth was on her, hungrily lapping at her sex like a crazed beast. Within moments she felt her pussy quiver, crying out as an orgasm stole all her senses and she practically gushed. As she came down, she didn’t feel as satisfied as she'd expected, her pussy clenching uselessly around nothing. The burning feeling beneath her skin subsided and she felt her mind slowly clearing. The ecstatic need was gone, but the desire remained; she still wanted his hands on her. She wanted them on every inch of her at once. Slowly, the sense of danger crept back in. “Ah,” he said as he looked up from between her legs, his mouth soaked. He wiped away the wetness on the back of his hand, a red smear of paint coming off with it. “I see it’s time for another tipple.” He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small glass vial filled with purple liquid. “I’m not drinking that,” she said firmly. “Do what you’re gonna do, but I’m not taking more of...whatever that is.” Joker gave her another pitying smile, as if she was dim. He then leaned forward to hover over her body, whispering close to her ear so the henchman wouldn’t hear. “Listen,” he started. She shivered as his warm breath entered her ear. She could smell a faint hint of her juices on his breath. He continued, “Let’s make a deal. You take this second dose and it’s just you and I playing house. If you refuse, then the whole deal gets scrapped and I give you my guys as their new toy. And some of these guys?” he raised his painted eyebrows and nodded his head toward the crowd, “They’re real creeps. No promises on how long your pretty face would last. Ya follow me?” She followed, in the sense that she knew that she definitely wasn’t getting out of this. She decided to go with the devil she knew, rather than dozens of devils she didn’t. Besides, she thought, not without a bit of guilt, he wasn’t so bad. He seemed to be nicely built, from what she felt through his suit, and the angles of his painted face might’ve even been handsome beneath the makeup. “Okay,” she whispered back, earning a lick across her ear that made her jump. “Gooood,” he cooed, grinning widely as he moved his body off of hers. He brought the vial to her lips and she gulped it down. It tasted slightly sweeter than the last dose and - oh no. Her very being felt like it was on fire, her skin feeling as if it might actually melt if she wasn’t touched right now. Joker stood with his head cocked to the side, watching her reaction with delight. “Oh, God,” she moaned, barely recognizing her own voice. She felt her mind melting away, leaving her a mindless slave to her body. “Ha! Not quite,” the clown winked down at her and held the empty vial just above his tongue, a single leftover drop landing upon it. He slurped it up and shook his head back and forth violently, like a dog shaking its jowls. “Now let’s have some real fun.” She lifted her head up to watch entranced as he undid his belt buckle and began to slowly draw down his zipper. He freed his straining erection from its confines and her eyes grew wide. He was on the upper end of the scale, size-wise, but not extraordinarily big. Still, to her lust-addled mind, it looked enormous. He took himself in hand and began to stroke himself languidly, watching her reaction as she gritted her teeth in frustration. She knew he was playing a mind game. He probably wanted to see her beg, but she'd promised herself she'd retain some dignity. Of course, that was before he'd given her that second dose. "What's that song I heard on the radio the other day?" He addressed his followers, slowing the movement of his hand. "The new one," he searched mentally as he improvised the tune. "Doctor Feelgood!" one of the guys yelled out. "Yeah! Yeah, that's it. I'm Doc-tor Feelgood baby -" he began to laugh, but was cut short. "- Please!" she shouted over him, cutting through his monologue of bullshit. She'd had enough. He raised one painted brow and smiled evilly. "Please what?" He guided his cock toward her entrance, rubbing the head back and forth across her clit. She sat silent for a moment, practically hyperventilating. "Please just fuck me already," she groaned, finally giving up all self control. She was just a mindless shell of herself at this point. Distantly, she wondered if this dose of aphrodisiac would wear off at the same rate as the first. Somehow, she didn’t think it would. He reached up with his free hand to slap his forehead with his palm. "Oh! Well why didn't you just say so?" He looked past where she lay on the table, speaking over her shoulder and asked, "We rolling Johnny?" Confused, she jerked her head back to see a man standing there with a mounted camera. "Been rolling, boss," Johnny answered. "You ready?" "Wait!" she cried out. "So, what? You’re gonna tape this and send it to my husband? Not very inventive." The Joker threw his head back and laughed before looking her straight in the eyes. "Nononono honey. We're about to go live." It took a second for that to register through the haze in which she was floating. "What?! No!" she screamed. It was one thing for her husband to see her like this. It was completely another for the entire city to watch this happen. The camera man moved to the side of the table to get a better view of the action. "Aw, c'mon now. Where’s your enthusiasm?" With that, he finally entered her, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust. She was so wet that there was little resistance. He started fucking her at a frenzied pace, and her mind went blank once again. All she could think about was how wrong this was. Were they really playing this live on TV? Joker had been known to hijack television signals in the past, so it was very plausible. Still, she couldn’t help but love every second of him rocking in and out of her. She began jerking her hips upward to meet his thrusts, urging him deeper inside of her. He laughed hysterically at her eagerness. “Yeah, baby, that's the spirit. What would your old man say if he saw you like this, hm? Let’s find out.” The man working the camera returned to his previous position behind her head, opposite the table from his boss. Joker slowed the serpentine movement of his hips, giving her just enough stimulation to keep her from going completely mad. She squirmed and let out a sound of protest that went unnoticed. Instead, he looked up into the camera while continuing to fuck into her. “Hi Bernard. I know this is probably a little awkward, but I'm really in need of a favor. See, I'm gonna need you to pay back - Oo! Shit,” he cussed, cutting himself off when she squeezed around him, silently urging him to quicken his pace. He continued slowly, regaining his concentration. “...to pay back what you took from the people of Gotham. Now, I know you probably think this is about money, but it's not. It's about which you love more - your fortune you took at the expense of the city, or your pretty young wife. Look at the camera sweetie,” he reached up and bopped the bottom of her chin gently with his knuckle, tipping her chin upward to look into the camera. “5 million for your whore wife. Or I keep her. Course, she might not object,” he punctuated his statement with a hard thrust of his hips that hit directly against her G spot, eliciting a shriek of pleasant surprise. The Joker laughed like a maniac. “Enjoy the rest of the show Mayor Elliot.” Six months later, the Joker was handed a note by one of the few associates with which he had an amicable relationship. He was passing it along, he said, for an old friend of his. The envelope reeked of expensive perfume and was sealed with a lipstick kiss. Next time you're in Arkham, be sure to check the side doors. You might just find one propped open.

#joker 2019 #arthur fleck #fanfic #joker #mine

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acrcsstheuniversee · 5 years

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Good Enough For Me

Pairing: Paul McCartney circa 1962 x John Lennon circa 1978 (McLennon)

Rating: Mature, readers 18+

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of porn and sex work

Words in this chapter: 1800+

Author’s Note:

Here it is! Refer to my summary and introduction post if you haven’t done so for more disclaimers, visuals, tag list info, and more.

*Disclaimer: I do not own The Beatles. This is fiction and written for leisure. Aspects of the story will not be historically accurate and should not be taken extremely seriously.

Chapter 1

Already a month into the semester, Paul found himself struggling to keep up with his studies. He tried his best to focus on typing an essay on the history of guitars that’s due the next day by 10 a.m. but just couldn’t get himself to do it. Not like it was hard or anything; he just hated doing what he’s told, especially if it was something he didn’t care about. He just wanted to do music but having a degree is a necessity now.

He pressed the home button on his cracked phone screen to see that it was already midnight. He was only half way done with the assignment that could’ve taken him only 30 minutes if he wasn’t writing songs in between paragraphs.

It was all too much anyways. American universities have much more homework assignments than back in England. Times like these made him question whether or not going out of the country for school was worth it. There almost seemed like there were more cons than pros in his decision. He lacked resources, he didn’t have any friends or family here except his roommate/best friend George, he was poorer than ever, and must work and attend school part-time. If he stayed in Liverpool and just continued school locally, he probably would’ve earned his degree by now; but now he’s what Americans consider a “super senior” because he’s 21 years old with the amount of classes completed equivalent to a third year student. Despite the struggle, all of it was better than his father dictating his every move.

He shut his laptop, giving up on the assignment and leaned back into his desk chair, rubbing his tired droopy eyes.

He had two classes and work tomorrow. The thought of them made him roll his eyes. Music history from 10 a.m. to 12 p.m., a business class he couldn’t remember the name of from 1 p.m. to 2 p.m., and work right after at a restaurant nearby as a dishwasher, and occasionally performer if the artist they booked cancelled that night.

He yawned as he got up and slide into his bed. Before shutting his eyes, he turned his head and looked directly across the tiny dorm room to his right to see his childhood best friend and roommate, George Harrison sound asleep.

Paul really needs to take a note out of George’s book and sleep earlier. These late nights are just stressing him out more and more.

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“Paul….. PAUL! Get up!”

Paul jolted up right when a sudden raised voice rang in his ear. His eyes met George’s signature judgemental look. One of his thick brows cocked and his lips curved awkwardly. He was already ready to go to class.

“Ah, what time is it?”

“9:30. I woke you up 30 minutes before hand because I just know you aren’t going to get up to the 9:45 alarm unless you expect to make it to your first class in 15 minutes,” George teased.

George is a pain in the ass and a know-it-all, but Paul loved him dearly. He comes off mean sometimes but Paul knows it’s just because he’s younger and feels the need to prove himself. Paul was used to it after all this time but sometimes, that boy needs to know when his criticisms cross the line. Despite being a dick sometimes, they’re both grateful to be going to the same college together. It was one in a million chances for George to land the same US college as Paul just a year after Paul’s acceptance.

“Okay, whatever. You have a point, I guess.” Paul groaned and rolled out of bed.

“I know I do, ha. I’ll see you later.” George messed up his friend’s darkhair more than it already was, making Paul swat his hand away.

When George left, Paul finally got ready and headed off to class with his incomplete essay.

Everyone was already seated and the professor was setting up today’s powerpoint lecture when he finally arrived. Paul sat down in the back where he’s been since the beginning of the semester. It hasn’t been a problem until a girl started to sit near him everyday since last week. When group or partnered work was assigned, she would often ask him to join her. She was kind, but Paul knew she liked him. She couldn’t make it less obvious. They would make small talk here and there---just about classes and hobbies. She was also very good at piano just as Paul was, but not too good on guitar though she claims to be.

He felt her looking at him, making him turn his head to find out he was right. She just smiled and waved. Paul nodded and gave her a small smile in return, trying not to show too much emotion, afraid she would like that too much. She already had the wrong idea but he didn’t want to be mean about it. Paul was not interested in the slightest and, he was gay. Found that out in high school and hasn’t been too shy about it since then.

When class ended, Paul left immediately to his second class to avoid conversation with anyone. This next one was business related which is something he also could care less about. He was a bit behind in this one too, but this time, he truly didn’t understand the material. He definitely needed a tutor soon.

Not much happened other than him writing mini poems all over his in-class assignment. He didn’t even bother erasing any of it before turning it in at the end of class.

Paul sighed as he made himself to his busboy job right off campus. Before stepping inside, he felt his phone vibrate. It was his dad. Ugh, he thought but answered.

“I’m about to go into work, Dad. What is it?”

“Well, hello to you too. I was just wondering how the first month in the states have been. I haven’t heard from you.”

“It’s fine.”

“Just fine? Have you got a chance to tour places? You should send me photos.”

“No and no. I don’t want you to be sending the pictures to your friends as if you helped me get here. I know you do that.”

Paul heard his father sigh.

“Just text me when you get home and tell George I said hi.”

“Okay, bye.” Paul said before hanging up and walking into his shift.

It seemed harsh but his dad was a selfish prick. He loves to be in control of everything. He was the reason Paul came to the states to study. All he wanted was to ride the wave of success his two sons have been achieving.

In all truthfulness, Paul stopped believing his dad’s bullshit after mom died about 6 years ago. His dad seemed to have lost his way but Paul couldn’t be around all the time if he had a dream to follow. It’s been rough without his mom around but Paul had to do what he was right for him, even if that meant getting away from his dad which is something even she would’ve supported.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how irritating school and his dad were during his shift. The rude coworkers and customers didn’t help his case at all. This wasn’t new though. Paul was used to working constantly in some shape or form. The only problem this time is that he needed more money now that he’s completely independent from his father.

“Hey, busboy!” his boss called out to the dishroom from the back office. Paul rolled his eyes and went to see what he wanted.

“Yes?”

“I have to cut your hours in half. Here is your new schedule. You’re off now, so don’t wash another dish.”

“In half?” Paul took the schedule and saw that his income now would not suffice his monthly tuition payments, let alone some money for necessities. “You’ve got to be shitting me. Why?”

“We can’t afford to pay you. I’m sorry, kid.” he said nonchalantly.

“Will I be able to perform sometimes still?”

“Ehh, sure.” he said as he continued his paperwork, not even looking at Paul.

Paul rolled his eyes again. Could his life get any more annoying? He let out a sigh and clocked out. Now what, he thought making his way home.

When he got home George was playing his computer games with his big headphones to fit on his large ears. The younger man didn’t even notice his friend come in until one side of his headphones was pulled and slapped against his head.

“Hey!” George readjusted himself then paused his game to face Paul with his eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“My hours got slashed.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope, hah.”

George frowned.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Are you going to find another job?”

“Well, I’m going to have to because I will not be asking my dad for help.” Paul said as changed into his pajamas and hopped onto his bed.

George sighed. Paul just stared at his friend for a moment, not knowing what to say. This was bad news for both of them. George didn’t have the same financial issues as Paul did. He only had enough for himself. If George could help, he would---and Paul knew he would.

“I’ll think of something, George. Don’t worry.” Paul got under the covers and listened to his friend shut off his computer and lights before hopping into bed as well.

He stared at the ceiling and sighed, then began to think about all the ways he can make money quickly but none of it would be fast enough to pay his next tuition bill. He rubbed his eyes. It was beginning to stress him out the more he thought of it and he just wanted it to all stop for a second.

Ah fuck it, he thought before whipping out his phone and started to scroll through his favorite porn blog on Tumblr. What better way to forget about things than looking at some sexy pictures of guys?

Paul scrolled until he ran into a post that was by a male sex worker selling nude photos and thought hard to himself. It was a young guy about his age selling his photos for $25 a piece and a private snapchat story for $5 per friend request and $15 extra for screenshot privileges.

Paul bit his lip nervously. It’s been a couple years since he did sex work. All he did was some cam work, sold some nude photos, and made customized videos for people on the internet. He remembered enjoying it but there was always the parts he hated that made the job extremely draining like any other job.

He laid there staring at the screen. He must admit, it was tempting to dive in again but he was afraid what George would think.

“George… Maybe I should go back into sex work…” Paul said suddenly.

George didn’t reply. He just snored in in response. That bastard.

Paul sighed and continued to scroll through sex work blogs, inspired by the possibilities until he slowly drifted to sleep.

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Finding Kurt Hummel: A Wedding

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6x08: A Wedding

It’s kind of fitting that I’m writing this on the weekend that Darren and his lovely long time girlfriend/fiancee Mia are getting married. It’s also Love, Love, Love week in the TDB rewatch, and I mean Valentine’s Day weekend (but eh I’ve never cared about that.)

Anyway! .. Alright guys - we’re here! The culmination of the entire Klaine arc -- right here and... Alright, let’s be honest, this episode is, well, lacking. Personally, I think they could have added another hour to the episode - fleshed out the reunion just a tad more, given Blaine’s mom an actual story, and maybe not tie Klaine and Brittana in a nice bow together (personally - Klaine eloping would have been an interesting route).

But this is Glee. And it was more interested in being propaganda for gay marriage. And hey!! I’m totally here for all the gay marriage, and LGTB rights -- yes let’s do that!! But here... they sacrificed organic story for their message, which is mostly why I think this episode is disappointing. It kind of forgot about the heart of the characters

High-End Barn Wedding

So - we kick off the episode with Wedding Planner!Kurt... so for all of you who wished Kurt had planned his own wedding, well -- he mostly did. Actually, Artie is supposed to be the one who’s the wedding planner - but what has he really done? Really? It seems fitting that Kurt would take over the job.

While I don’t hate this episode (or even feel as disappointed by it) the way some of you do -- there are a few things I am sad we didn’t get with Klaine’s impromptu wedding shenanigans. I would have loved to have seen some kind of bachelor party shenanigans -- complete with a return of Cooper to crash either Blaine’s or Kurt’s weddings. I mean - how much fun would that have been?? Not to say that later, Cooper didn’t show up and throw some bachelor parties anyway after they got married. ;)

So, here’s my first issue with the episode. Kurt has a whole scene where he tries to calm down Brittany cause she’s freaking out and projecting her anxiety about getting married onto the little details of the barn set up. (Huh - totally wish we could have seen pre-wedding neurotic Kurt, too.) Kurt’s calm and collected and gets things going.

Okay, what frustrates me is that in the script - IN THE SCRIPT - there’s a moment where Brittany lingers on more about Kurt and his called-off wedding, and Kurt gets a little dreamy about the wedding planning, etc, etc -- and honestly, this one section would have fixed, like, 90% of my issues. See -- narratively speaking - Kurt needs a reason, a catalyst to run off and go see Blaine. He doesn’t have one in the episode, which makes the whole reunion feel out of nowhere and jarring. -- Likewise, in Love, Love, Love - the reunion was slightly out of nowhere, but at they at least alluded to it in a few lines and slightly set it up at the end of season 4.

But this time around, episode 7, being totally Blaine focused doesn’t have room to give Kurt his ‘ah-ha!’ moment. Which means there’s a link that’s not there. It was in the script... and then they cut it out. Why?? I don’t understand.

So, if they didn’t want to go that dreamy over a wedding thing - they could have also give Brittany the chance to tell Kurt about Blaine and Karofsky splitting up -- which would also be a catalyst and cause Kurt to start running. Mostly, though, this episode just isn’t well written. **shrugs**

Anyway - we get some awkward jokes from Brittany about Kurt’s ‘boyfriend’ being older than his dad. Which is - ew. But also I really don’t think Kurt is considering Walter his boyfriend, especially since Kurt just kinda doesn’t even acknowledge the comment. Meanwhile, to prove this episode is just awkwardly written - there’s a joke in here where Brittany doesn’t know that Burt Hummel is Kurt’s dad. But the set up is that Kurt calls his dad by his first name -- which he’s never done... ever. Who would say their parents’ name instead of saying -- hey my dad could help?

The details of this episode are... just not good, which is truly the unfortunate thing.

Run, Kurt, Run

So -- without any kind of set-up this scene feels... well... a little awkward, so let’s pretend Kurt has reason to feel that he and Blaine are actually going to the wedding together (there’s nothing missing from the script that sets it up either, btw.)

Basically - he’s doing the mature thing of telling Walter first that it’s over -- not that there was much to end, honestly. Obviously, he’s been talking to Walter about the Brittana wedding - enough so that Walter thinks they’re getting tuxes or something, (he’s really kind of assuming here) but Kurt says straight up - no, he’s going with Blaine. And the subtext here is --- hey it’s been fun, but I’m totally getting back together with my ex -- as if I haven’t talked about him enough, he totally kissed me, like, a week ago, and I came back here to get him, and I think we’re ready to be ‘on’ again, so you’re a nice dude, Walter - but I’m going in the direction I’m supposed to be.

Walter doesn’t seem shocked or surprised or even hurt that this is all going down. We get a lovely speech about young love and how Kurt should feel lucky that he gets to be in his youth to experience young (gay) love. And, I mean.... it’s a nice speech and all, but it feels more like older gay talking to younger gay about how he wishes he could have been wiser in his youth to run towards love. And an other example where the episode leans in to the idea of ‘gay marriage good’ rather than showing us how it can be good by organically letting these couples have their moments. Oh show...

The part I do like about Walter’s speech, however, is the advice he gives Kurt (which is actually similar to Brittany’s only taken in a different direction). He tells Kurt to go live, get hurt, get back up again, hang on to love, and, well, god I’m going to say it, don’t stop believing. And it almost feels like this is something that Kurt’s been waiting to hear for a while -- this kid has placed a protective shield around his heart for a long, long, long time now and he’s ready to be fully open with it again. He’s ready to let Blaine in fully -- and this is the reason I’m fine with the wedding being so soon after the reunion (even if the narrative is super awkward).

This whole journey from mid-season three to now has been about growing up, and figuring out how to be adults in love, and understanding that being in an adult relationship is different than the fairy tale their relationship started out being. And I love that concept -- love it! Even if I think how they told it is bumpy, awkward, and lacking a few key moments.

So -- in a mirror to the scene where Blaine and Karofsky split up (yeah - this “break up” is definitely the same kind of sentiment) Kurt starts running to go find Blaine...

Alright - so while this little reunion scene is rushed, I do like the urgency of it. From the moment Kurt runs in the door - he’s all, I love you, I’ve always loved you, I want and need you -- right now. He’s anxious - because he’s completely being emotionally honest right now -- and that’s not something Kurt really ever does. Blaine’s a little shocked at this development - but he’s been ready, too, so hey let’s just confirm we’re back together and call it good. (And yes, they probably had sex right then and there with the door open - because TV logic, but also because they just need to be with each other right now, and the talky stuff can wait until after the physical release.)

So. This idea that they get back together without solving their issues... here’s what I want to say about that. First of all -- Kurt has his one line of -- ‘I know everything was a mess before but now it’s not’. And, yeah, that does kind of wallpaper over things nicely - but I’ll argue that it’s also true. They had to work a lot on themselves this time around and they did that (mostly between season 5 and 6, actually). Kurt -- who sometimes runs away from the emotionally difficult situations (he broke it off with Blaine because he feared emotionally difficult would lead to something that can’t be fixed) has now run back into Blaine’s arms, knowing well that his heart will get bruised in what will be their long relationship -- but like the advice he gave to Blaine last season, it’s about trust, and he trusts himself that it’ll be okay.

Look - they’re always going to have issues, because every couple does. They’re always going to have things to work on and work through -- because that’s real. They aren’t two kids in a fairy tale relationship anymore, they’re two adults understanding what being in an adult relationship really means. And yeah, Glee could have fleshed this moment out, could have Kurt and/or Blaine explicitly say that - but you know? They really didn’t need to.

They fixed themselves in the early episodes of this season, the elevator gave them their friendship back, along with the ability to be with each other in an enclosed space, and Transitioning demonstrated that the spark is (as it always was) still there. So all they had to do was ditch the plot devices boyfriends and commit to each other.

And I do love this little moment, as Blaine just is like ‘fuck it’ and goes in for the kiss. While Kurt relaxes into his arms, finally able to reach the goal he set out for himself in the beginning of the season. My only “issue” with this scene is that they could have let it breath a little longer -- let the kiss be a little longer as they begin to enjoy each other again. But because this is Glee, and five million things going on, it’s cut away from very quickly.

American Gothic

So - according to, um, something this cute little moment was just Chris and Darren screwing around. I’m not gonna meta Klaine and American Gothic (the name of the famous painting in case you didn’t know.)

Instead - I’ll take a moment to talk about Blaine’s mom. Again, in the script, more stuff about her -- the reason she’s there was to do Brittana’s make-up (and, you know, be apart of the the mom’s group number). It’s hinted that Blaine’s dad left her and Cooper says hi. Geez. I also think it’s super weird that she hasn’t met Carol -- but did the writers give a shit? Nope, I just feel bad for Gina Gershon who is a lovely actress and they could have done so much with her, but instead do virtually nothing. I mean she and Blaine don’t even get a scene together. Ah well.

This scene is also, well, awkwardly written. Does Burt not know that they’re back together? (I find that hard to believe.) The prep work for this scene just don’t make much sense. Okay -- who was this written by? Hmm staff writer Ross Maxwell who’s been there since season three. He wrote Dance With Somebody, but also Previously Unaired Christmas and Sweet Dreams. This was directed by Bradley Beucker who did a lot of the big Klaine episodes, so I can’t even place fault there. Idk - this episode’s details are just so jarringly off, and there’s enough of them that it does take me out of the story a little bit.

Alright, so beyond my complaining about awkward set ups. Kurt gets told for the second time in fifteen minutes that he’s got to squeeze life to the fullest. You can’t predict what’s gonna happen next -- death, hardship, etc, etc, so live your best life, whatever that might be. Burt (hilariously) blames his philosophizing on there being a wedding, but Glee’s season 6 meta kick is still firmly here.

The thing I love about Kurt here though as he listens to his dad (and Carole) ramble on... he’s so happy and relaxed and reflective. Being together with Blaine again has just put his life back on track again. He is where he’s supposed to be and for the first time since the season started - he’s smiling and wistful and I love this kind of zen Kurt. But he’s also paying attention to his dad, too. This is all obvious set up for Kurt’s decision to get married on the spot, but it’s a nice sentiment, too -- that yeah, take a leap of faith - because you never know how long you’ll have the chance to do so.

Legit Brittan-emergency

I like the first few seconds of this scene - where they’re just casually chatting about the wedding while holding hands. They’ve been (nicely) not separated since they got back together, and I like this underlying theme that they want to have close physical contact as much as possible cause they missed quite a lot of that over the summer.

Anyway - Sue storms in and ruins the moment - and they aren’t playing dumb again! They won’t be getting locked in an elevator in a barn in Indiana so Sue can force them to have sex. Nope - that’s for the fic writers ;)

She’s got something else in mind...

Hey... at least she used the their season 6 (?) promo pics and not the creepy version she had in her hurt locker. It’s hard to say when Brittany got involved. I’d say the moment Sue walked in with the tuxes and the stand-ups. But Brittany claims she had this figured out while planning the wedding - which explains her kinda weird passive-aggressive attitude towards Kurt in the first scene, but since half of it was on the cutting room floor, it’s hard to buy here. But, you know, Santana’s gonna be okay with it and Brittany stops time with her mind, so you can figure the timeline out yourselfs on that one.

So, let’s break this down a little, shall we? After Brittany gets through her rambling about Klaine being role models (sure...) Sue jumps in and continues to break the fourth wall. Yeah -- she manipulated and kidnapped them, but she is... not us in this instant, but the writers. Because that’s what writers do -- we torture our characters so that they can have the happy ending we want to give them.

However, the Doylist view is not a favorite among many, so I’ll say - I’m not excusing Sue for her behavior. Don’t manipulate and kidnap people... it’s not nice and can be pretty hurtful. So - no, I’m not condoning Sue’s actions -- just explaining how Sue’s outside the narrative completely at this point.

I know a lot of people didn’t like this whole idea of Kurt (and Blaine) being what feels like forced to get married. And I will say this -- no one was forced to get married. No one was coerced. And had the script done its job correctly (I mean it tried - within the Walter and Burt speeches respectively) Kurt (and Blaine) being thrown an impromptu wedding would have felt much more organic. But this is Glee... in a world where real life rules don’t always apply.

I will say... had Kurt not wanted to - he would have flat out said no. No one has ever pushed Kurt Hummel around, least of all Sue and Brittany. In no way, shape, or form did anyone force Kurt to get married. And I really would like to make that clear -- there’s always a choice.

So - here’s the thing... Kurt’s mind is spinning. Things like this, this is crazy. His entire life, he’s tried to plan out to be perfect, and it’s always kind of blown up in his face. At the same time, life has always made him struggle, and now he gets the chance to have something nice -- and that’s... unexpected in the least.

Let’s hear his arguments...

This is crazy -- because it is. Who shares their wedding with someone else just for the hell of it? No one - because that is ridiculous.

He and Blaine just got back together -- but Kurt isn’t that concerned about this part of it, because he does know he and Blaine are forever. He’s beginning to get giddy with the idea here, but no - logic still prevails. It’s not that he and Blaine just got back together that’s the issue... it’s that Santana wouldn’t let them. But, eh, no, Santana’s gonna let things go cause plot.

He then says the following... It’s romantic. Sweet. And a little weird. Not -- I hate this idea. Not, it’s not going to work. Not, I don’t like these kind of surprises and I feel threatened. No, he’s smiling and excited and his mind is reeling at the prospect. He’s trying to be (semi-)logical about this, but his big, romantic heart is winning out.

Kurt says there’s no possible way they can get married, and looks to Blaine for confirmation...

Meanwhile, Blaine’s in the background. He’s a little timid, because he’s the one who never stopped wanting to be married. His only line is (lamely) about the rings, which Sue has covered. Honestly, I would have asked about the marriage license, but I’m sure Sue has one of those already forged as well.

But the thing is - when it comes down to it, Blaine’s ready -- he’s always been ready, and he’s just waiting for Kurt to finally, finally say yes. We get them holding hands, as Blaine stutters his way through an awkward speech. And then we cut to commercial....

Ug.

No really, why did this have to be an act break cliffhanger? Again, this writing! You could have had Blaine give a nice speech about being ready, and just waiting for Kurt and being okay with whatever they choose to do... and then Kurt could say that he does, indeed want to be married to Blaine. It’d have been a nice romantic moment here that... well, is no left to fanfic writers, I suppose. I also think it might have helped give Kurt some agency some felt he was lacking in this scene.

In addition, there is a nice wrap around moment - Kurt says in the series premiere during the break up scene - maybe he doesn’t want to get married. Now he’s faced with that choice again, and it comes full circle. Well... maybe in fact, he does...

I will say... the end of the scene, Kurt’s not scared Blaine will say he wants to get married and he’ll be forced into it. He wants to see if Blaine really does, because if he does -- Kurt’s given his choice. He’s scared, but also thrilled, because he could be given a pass to indulge on this huge romantic moment.

At Last

The moment Kurt comes on screen, we know his choice has been made, and look how he has this happy-drunk look on his face. As soon as Blaine said (off screen) that he wants to be married, Kurt probably snapped to and bam! let the romance happy-times begin. He knows -- based on all his previous experiences - that marriage won’t be an easy thing. He does. But now is their time to have a wonderful and lovely start to their marriage (and free!!) why not take this leap?

Anyway, I kind of love that he gets to walk with Brittany. They’ve got an interesting history together - and are both special unicorns, and I love that they get this little aisle walking moment together.

Meanwhile - let’s talk about the song At Last, beautifully sung by Mercedes and Artie. Klaine’s season 6 story, again being told not in songs that they’ve sung. This song is very them - and was originally going to be used during their car makeout session back in I Do, but I’m glad they saved it for here. It does fit Klaine, Brittana, and the whole gay marriage thing nicely.

Look at this bb waiting for his future husband to walk up the aisle. Again, I love how happy Kurt is! How relaxed! He even looks younger in this scene, because, c’mon, when’s the last time he’s been /this/ happy?? (Totally, btw, not the face of someone who doesn’t really want to be up there ;)) Kurt Hummel is getting married - and he is fucking excited about every last ounce of it.

Burt’s Speech = Gay Marriage Good and worth fighting for!! (I’m so glad they legalized it the summer after this was out)

I do like that in Burt’s speech, however, he does mention, again, some sentiments he did back in Love, Love, Love -- marriage is freakin’ hard. But it’s worth it if you keep working at it.

Oh - which probably brings me to another issue people had. All season Kurt keeps reiterating that they’re too young to get married. (And yeah, ngl, they are - and I really didn’t need this in my Klaine story) But two thoughts on this

1 - Kurt was holding on to the too young thing as an excuse for the other issues they were having... yeah, he didn’t want Finchel to get married because they were too young, but also definitely not ready. Kurt’s been through a ton, and at this moment, knows he and Blaine are committed to each other, so why not make it official -- especially since they are gay, and now can get married, it is a big deal.

2. I’ve talked a lot about Klaine being a fairy tale - and, while I don’t believe the story stops once you get married, and also believe Klaine was spiritually married back in Love, Love, Love, their story remains being framed as a fairy tale, and this is the happy ending, so narratively, it does all make sense.

The vows. Yeah, um, okay. So - my biggest issue here is that they’re all spliced together. This speech, kind of, doesn’t work - I mean, Santana says she’s been bullied? Really? They’re trying to tie both narratives together and tie that in with the theme of ‘gay marriage good’ and ug, c’mon. They could have nicely had one couple go and then the other, and it could have been a little more personalized. But whatever.

I will say! I think Kurt has the best lines, though. I love, love that he talks about being someone who always walked in the dark, and that Blaine did not force him into the light, but tore the stuff down that covered the sun. It’s really a beautiful notion - and one that says just how much Kurt loves, appreciates, and wants Blaine in his life. He’s always walked on his path on his own, but he doesn’t want to be alone anymore - Blaine is vital to him, and he always wants Blaine there to help him through.

I also like the sentiment that they’re a work in progress. It’s a nice nod to the fact that it isn’t the end of the story (while it is mostly for Klaine and absolutely for Brittana).

(Also - possibly shallow side note - Chris and Darren are just way better actors than Naya and especially Heather, and putting them side by side is a little jarring, too. Oops.)

Because touch and holding hands has always been a part of their narrative...

Old Marrieds...

Happy Big-Ass Double Gay Wedding!

Was it everything you ever wanted? Meh, no, but I’ve never been a fan of weddings in general - and nothing was gonna be able to top the proposal anyway. This is where the whole double wedding with a theme of social progression got in the way - because I think it stripped both couples (a little) of their own personalized story. But it was fine, and did what it needed to do. And Klaine got their happily ever after.

OTP

Yes, Kurt’s face is how I feel about (most of) the rest of the episode. We could have gotten a nice moment between Blaine and his mom - instead we get a full minute of Brittany’s dad being awkward and weird and unnecessary.

So, then Santana goes into this whole speech about OTPs. Omg... I know some people got uncomfortable with the fourth wall breaking in The Hurt Locker (both parts) but here I get a little squicky. Who uses otp in real life? And Santana has hats, god...

But, that aside, Kurt’s face is loving and happy when Santana mentions that he and Blaine have found each other - and it’s sweet and nice. And... omg, you can tell they’re back together again because to the background my lovely couple -- we’re playing by season 3 rules again!

No, okay my biggest issue -- bigger than the whole they don’t really get a first dance thing - is that they don’t get a moment to reflect -- at all -- about getting married. And this is kind of a trend -- they get together in Original Song, do they really get to reflect on that? Eh.. not really. What about their first time in The First Time?? Nope - they don’t speak about sex again for a long, long time. What about getting engaged??? Eh, not really anything on that -- so I shouldn’t expect anything. But man - it would have been nice if they had one private moment together just so they can have that one private moment together to revel in the fact that they are married and together-together.

(so, now we’re to two scenes this episode is missing for Klaine - shoulda been a two hour long episode...)

Instead of anything meaningful, we’re going to have songs now because we’re contractually obligated at this point to do something in this music-related show. (god, does this episode shoehorn in the music). I am kinda laughing at HeYa, though, cause it’s so, so meta. I’m also incredibly glad there was never a song Called CrissColfer.

Why didn’t Kurt, Blaine or Santana get to dance during this song though? Boo...At least they’re in the background...? Oh wait, they do at the end? And Blaine kinda dances with his mom, while Kurt dances with Carol? I mean, it’s kinda cute, but I’m still rolling my eyes a little.

And then we get more songs! This time the Treble Tones bring up the Moms for - I’m So Excited. I mean, I get it - if you’re gonna have Gloria Estefan on and not have her sing, it’s a bit ridiculous. But, ngl, I’m a little bored by this one. And it’s essentially two in a row (though the unnecessary Tina proposes to Mike plot happens in between). Kurt freaking out over Carole going crazy is kinda cute, but not enough to help the second half of this episode from being bogged down in musical numbers that feel obligatory.

We close out the reception-of-no-plot with Our Day Will Come. I like the little intro, where Kurt gets giddy about calling Blaine his ‘husband’. And it’s a sweet thank you to Brittany and Santana for letting them do the thing. But..

Okay, this is where I would have wanted, maybe... a more romantic song, sung by someone else, so that Klaine could slow dance. That was, like, the one thing I wanted in the second half of the episode, and I didn’t get it. I am a little sad about it. But at least they get to sing and look lovingly at each other?

This song is... fine. I’m surprised they hadn’t done this particular quartet before. It’s got a nice 60′s island beach theme going on. And it’s... again... a gay marriage = good song. It’s not really about Klaine or Brittana, it’s about gay people getting married. And - really, I promise, I am so happy that everyone is now able to get married here in the U.S. I want all the gay rights (and all the rest of the letters, too). But, c’mon, guys, you can sell that without being explicit -- these characters meant enough to enough people that just by them getting married and having a normal and organic way of things, it would have sold your message just fine without having to hit us over the head again with it.

There is a little bit of the lyrics I’d like to pull out though...

Kurt with Blaine: Our dreams have magic Because we'll always stay In love this way

If you’d like to know how the writers think this romance will play out... well, then, there ya go... and the show’s now over, so this is the way they’ll always be in our hearts. :)

The Gender Gentle AnderHummels

So, this is perhaps my favorite scene in the episode, and not just because of Kurt in that Kitten sweater. I think it’s because it’s the only scene in the episode that breathes a little, and allows both couples not to be saddled with the weight of carrying a HUGE MESSAGE of a VERY SPECIAL EPISODE - but about these two couples being themselves. It’s also the only time we really get to see Married Klaine interacting outside the tiny bit we get in the series finale.

Sue’s there to give them their honeymoon packages -- (oh Sue, meddling still in their plans...) And it’s okay that you guys only get a weekend versus Britanna’s month in the Bahamas... Brittana doesn’t get any more screen time, and you guys only get your one episode off. So, there’s that.

But then we get this little tag at the end (complete with season 2 scoring!) where Klaine and Brittana get a moment to themselves. I like that Blaine says that he can’t believe they got married, while Kurt is totally not fazed by that at all, and instead is amazed they survived the reception. (I’m sure the two of them snuck out early)

But then there’s this moment, where Kurt reaches behind him, automatically, for Blaine’s hand and they both look so, so happy. There was a big post going around for a while with intensive meta on it about this single moment, and man, I wish I could remember what it said, because it probably summarized it much better than I can. Beyond the whole hand holding thing -- again, the two are just so comfortable with each other - having found each other, and having made a life long commitment.

And, here’s why I think getting married wasn’t such a bad thing for this narrative. The ring is a symbol. And that somewhat toxic downward cycle the two of them can get into now gets reversed. Blaine is secure in his relationship, and of being loved, as well as being able to be out on his own, not relying on Kurt entirely, and because of that, he doesn’t get clingy or insecure, which in turn gives Kurt the breathing room he needs, and when Kurt is feeling not closed in, he becomes affectionate and open and will continue to reach for Blaine’s hand, and marriage is a reminder (to both) that they have to keep on working because they’ve made the commitment. (This was a horribly worded paragraph, sorry)

But my point is - they are now secure as individuals and secure in their relationship, and while, yes, I needed a few more scenes to flesh out and have the story make full sense, I’m happy to have this last scene that kind of encompasses everything together and puts the nice bow on it. They are both so, so happy and relaxed and in love in this scene, and it’s amazing because of it.

And yes - Brittany will probably call them on their anniversary every year (I kinda love the meta of that -- that Klaine and Brittana are always tied together now), but they’ll probably only see each other once every five-ish years or so. Their lives will go on and they’ll grow up further and away from each other. But, their love is all tied up together, and it’s a happy moment for both couples.

So yeah, that’s the wedding episode! It feels... slightly anticlimactic for as big as the series long story was -- but you know, even with all the scenes I’d have wanted in it, I’m not sure if it’d ever had been fully satisfying. And, you know, it’s true what they say about it being about the journey not just the ending. But, you know, they still got married, and the story still is something we’re talking about, and I still love that it kind of marries the idea of the fairy tale with a real relationship.

And, I’m a little sorry this is the end for Brittana, because it does feel, in a lot of ways, like a penultimate episode. Brittana is now done (which is another reason I think they got the bulk of the episode) but Klaine’s story has room for a little more in the final episodes - and I’m glad they get to have their nice little coda.

#finding kh #kurt hummel

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Basic Bro | “Thanks for sucking my dick”

dates: 🍦🍦🍦🍦 sex: 🍦🍦 awkward diabetes moment? no (date rating guide here)

choice quote: “How would you rate my dick on a scale of one to five? You know, like a Yelp review.”

~SCROLL DOWN FOR DICK DEETS~ This is just slightly embarrassing to admit, though it shouldn’t be: I’ve never dated or hooked up with anyone I’ve gone to school with. Well, hadn’t ever. The convergence of fatness, depression, awkwardness, shyness, low self-esteem, ssri-induced lack of libido, and diabetes-induced lethargy basically assured that. But now I’m finally back in school, and with weight loss and a dye job, society has finally deemed me attractive and desirable. Super fucked up, right? Alas, here we are. I’d had a crush on Basic Bro since the first day of class. He wore a rad silk bomber jacket (so on-trend!) and spoke up often with a uniquely cool bravado. He seemed smart, engaged, and like he really cared about school - basically, everything you want in a classmate, and also a good deal of what turns me on. One day, I ended up sitting next to him, and he struck up a conversation. The classroom was hot that day, or maybe it was just me. I was only wearing a light flannel, but I was sweating tiny bullets and could feel my face reddening while I prayed that my light layer of makeup could adequately cover the intensifying physiological signs of a developing crush. He spoke smoothly and confidently, and we had one of those oh-so-satisfying whispered conversations, the kind that make you feel like you’re in your own little world, the kind woven with climactic tension. The tension isn’t sexual, and it’s hardly even flirtatious, but it’s enough to leave you smiling and wondering for the rest of the day. “Do you understand what she’s saying?” “Yeah, I think she’s talking about Freudian psychoanalysis.” “Damn, you’re smart, huh?” “Hah! Hardly.” He asked for my number, “Just in case I need to know about, like, class stuff. ‘Cause you seem like you take really good notes.” And indeed, I was left wondering. He did eventually text me, but just about class. But that evolved to larger conversations about school, and then, at his behest, just plain conversation. Yeah... I started to get the sense he might be into me. Of course, I was into him, too, but one of my biggest hesitations was our age difference. I just turned 24, and he’s 20. Or, as he phrased it, “I turn 21 in December.” With younger guys, of course, there’s a greater risk of immaturity, but I didn’t want to make any assumptions. What really held me back was my own shame. I’m a textbook late bloomer, always feeling a bit behind in life, and dating someone younger would feel like proof of that. I’ve internalized the message that women who date younger men are desperate, losers. For what it’s worth, I also judge men who date younger women. I generally follow the half-your-age-plus-seven rule, which tells me that 19 is my lower limit, but that still feels way too young. I decided to proceed with caution and told myself that barring some amazing display of maturity and compatibility on his part, this would just be a hookup. I kept talking to him, but I also kept Tindering in hopes of finding an actual relationship (I know, I know!) Unfortunately, Basic Bro did start to show signs of immaturity. He skips class often - he’s probably only been to half of them, and it’s a once a week class. Then, when I invited him to a study session, he stopped responding to my texts and only got in touch the next day to tell me he’d accidentally slept most of the day. But then, he asked me out... kind of? “hey would you like to hang out sometime? maybe we could study more, or not” I’d figured out by this point that this kid has the mentality of a high schooler. But my crush hadn’t fully faded, and it was high time to hang out with someone I’d met in real life, rather than on a dating app. So I did. DATE 1 He flaked on our first meeting (no surprise there), but we finally met up for pizza last week. Since he almost never comes to class, and since I have a class right after ours, I hadn’t actually talked to him much in person, most of our contact was over text. When he showed up, it was supremely awkward. He didn’t have much to say, so I had to put on my bubbly face and force-feed him conversation. I had to wonder if he was just like this, or if he was nervous because of me. I was pretty positive he was into me, but I wasn’t actually sure whether this was a date. He did pay for the pizza, though, and was awkwardly chivalrous in constantly refilling my water. I guess that’s a sign. When we were done, I asked, “So what do you want to do now?” “Uh, we could walk around and talk, sit on a bench and talk, sit on the grass and talk...” Another sign. We did all three, walking around the local college campus and chatting. We mostly talked about basic things - school, family, interests, life goals. I quickly learned that he’s not the guy I initially saw him as. I don’t know how to put this tactfully, but he’s... simple. I don’t want to call him stupid, but he was very basic in a way I didn’t quite expect. Hence Basic Bro. But that, in a way, emboldened me. My inhibitions were lowered and I was able to be more honest with him since I wasn’t concerned about making a perfect impression or proving myself in any way. We’d spent about 3 hours together and my denim shirt was becoming inadequate for the evening cold. I told him this in hopes he’d put his arm around me, but he didn’t, and it was actually really fucking cold, so I invited him back to my apartment so I could grab a sweater. Of course, I wouldn’t mind if we didn’t go back outside, either... As it turned out, his phone was dead, so I let him charge it, and we just stayed inside. He seemed to be in no hurry to leave, but he didn’t make a move, either. I could have been more forward, but my self-doubt got the better of me. Our time involved a lot of, “So, what do you want to do now?” and I hoped that sitting next to each other on my bed would lead to something, but we just listened to records and played a very ineffective two-person game of Cards Against Humanity. He eventually left, late at night, having done nothing. I was okay with that, though - I think it’s important for me to not give into my impulses and actually get to know people before sleeping with them. I knew I’d see him the next day, anyway. DATE 2 It was 4/20, my favorite tacky holiday and also the day of our midterm. Our class runs from 1:30-4:20, and unfortunately our professor didn’t let us go after the test and lectured right up until the end. I caught up with Basic Bro after class as he was headed to the train, asking if he had 4/20 plans. He said he was probably just going to work on homework, and I said I was going to check out the campus celebration, just on my own. “Hey, actually, do you wanna like, get food or something?” I said sure, or we could smoke and then get food. We headed to the big lawn where everyone was getting high, there was free cotton candy and Krispy Kreme, and Basic Bro and I smoked and had an edible. While we were there, The Korean spotted me and called out my name. He was on a balcony and I was down below, so I didn’t have to see him up close, thank god. Honestly, and this is so rude, but his face repulses me now. I just waved back, “Hey!!” Basic Bro asked, “Who’s that?” “Oh, just a friend I used to work with.” “Are you gonna go say hi?” “Uhhh, haha, I already did, didn’t I?” Since I’m a petty bitch, I hope he was jealous when he saw me looking hot with my strappy bra and cute tacky weed shirt, hanging out with a more attractive guy. I can’t say for sure he felt that way, but he did start watching all my snapchat stories... Basic Bro took me to his favorite Thai place and we scarfed down some larb and pad see ew. Then we went to a bookstore/record shop where he bought some vinyl to christen his new turntable. We picked out some cheap records just based on their covers, including one with a woman riding a horse naked. Prime material for sexual jokes, right? I said, “Oh my god, I have to know what this sounds like,” and he said, “Oh yeah, of course you can listen.” The implication there is that we’d go back to my apartment again, so we did. And once again, it took a million years for him to make a move. We listened to record after record (he bought like 4), watched 3 episodes of The Office, and then, as we lay next to each other, he said, “Hey, can I ask you something? Sorry, this is kind of awkward. Do you like... like me?” What can I even say to that? I’m not interested in dating him and I don’t want him to get that impression. I just said, “Well, what do you think we’re doing here right now?” “Lying next to each other?” “Yeah.” “So what does that mean? Yes?” “Uh... yeah... Can I ask the same of you?” “Uh... yeah...” FINALLY. TIME TO GET DICKED DOWN! We made out and grinded against each other and it was so, so hot. Maybe it’s just because I’ve been deprived, and my last sexual experience was so disappointing, but this shit was amazing. Before we went any further, he told me that he and his girlfriend broke up a few weeks ago, but that he still sees and talks to her. I told him I didn’t care, but I wanted him to take the lead and only do what he’s comfortable with, because I don’t know what the situation is like. He was still pretty passive, though, and I had to be more dominant and directive, which is always annoying. I went down on him and honestly, daaaamn @ that dick. damn. Not huge but probably my ideal size, and thick, too. But because of this, I had trouble with the blowjob, and like so many guys do, he jumped to the face-fucking. He did check in with me throughout about consent, but I had to stop several times because it was getting overwhelming. Then he pulled another super fucking porn-y move and slapped his dick against my face. Maybe I’ve been too socialized to accept this shit, and I probably need to critically examine my place in the world as a sexually active woman, but I didn’t really mind it, at least in terms of sensation. If that’s what he likes, then whatever. I minded much more that it was a porn move, and I bet he doesn’t actually like it that much, he’s probably just emulating what he sees in videos. It’s funny, because in class that day, I saw him reading an article about this very topic - the myths about sex that young people learn from porn. I was getting sick of sucking his dick and wanted to move on to actual sex, but he couldn’t keep it up. I wasted three condoms on him! In all the time we spent together, he kept talking about his struggle to not be seen as a fuckboy, but then he suggested doing it without protection, saying “my ex had an IUD, we were fine” and “if you’ve only slept with a few people you trust, and they haven’t slept with many other people, I don’t see the issue.” Classic fuckboy move. I felt like his mother giving him a lecture about STDs, and how HPV doesn’t show symptoms in men, and why is he so confident that I’m clean, doesn’t he care about himself? Throughout, I could only think: “This fucking high schooler.” So we gave up, turned the lights on, and the first thing out of his dopey mouth is: “Uhhh, thanks for sucking my dick.” “Uh. Yeah. Sure.” And then: “So do girls actually like sucking dick?” This was reminiscent of a question he asked earlier, at lunch. “So, what do chicks, like, talk about?” Memories of all the bawdy, naive, insecure, cocky boys from my high school days came flowing back, making me feel all the dirtier for having hooked up with Basic Bro. I didn’t really know what to say, I mean, what kind of question is that? I just told him, “Uh, I like that the other person enjoys it, that’s what I get out of it. Maybe some people like it, but if most girls actually did, you’d probably see more people deepthroating cucumbers in their spare time.” And as if two incredibly awkward post-sex utterances weren’t enough, he went for a third. Yeah, the one before the cut. “How would you rate my dick on a scale of one to five? You know, like a Yelp review.” He’s probably now in competition with the Bolivian for weirdest things said right after hooking up. Now feeling way too old and done with this shit, I just said, “What the fuck? That’s such a fucking awkward question.” He said, “I know, I know, you don’t have to answer.” At least I had a cop-out: “I mean, I didn’t really experience the full extent of it, so I can’t tell you.” Well... It can only go uphill from here, right?

#sweet sweet dates #the basic bro

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spaceorphan18 · 7 years

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Glee Season 1 Wrap Up (Part 2)

Alright - let’s do this and see if I can actually manage to be concise, lol. So, I wrote up a ranking - now I’m kinda looking at arcs as a whole. It’d be too hard to rank those, so I’m just talking a little about each.

Front 13 v Back 9

It’s no secret that I prefer the Back 9 episodes over the first batch. The Front 13 focuses so heavily on the two love quadrangles - at the expense of pretty much everything else, that I get bored really easily. And - dare I say - the Front 13 might actually be my least favorite part of the show. Yes, that’s right, I’d rather watch Season 3 again (lol).

The Front 13 does have things going for it - it’s very funny (on it’s first run - subsequent viewings don’t always help). It’s tightly written. The stories make sense (well as much as a fake baby makes sense). And it’s good, solid television. I can see why people fell in love with it. But - as you may have noticed in my rankings, I have a hard time being bored, and now that I’ve seen the show a million times, I get bored too easily.

I will say - having some distance from watching the episodes, and doing it at a weekly pace, helps me enjoy it more. The episodes feel fresher, and as much as I whine, I still had fun with the rewatch of the F13.

Meanwhile, the Back 9 just comes alive. The show gets a bit crackier, the focus shifts more to the kids, and the pace speeds up. But you know what else I noticed? As the show develops the characters a bit more, I feel like there’s a bit more emotion running through the Back 9. I know we joke about Glee being one big cartoon, but the F13′s humor was often darker humor related to stereotypes. By the B9 - the characters get to be fleshed out more, and become more like real people - and I dig that more than the dark sitcom-ish vibe of the F13.

Kind of as aside, not really sure where to add this, one thing I find interesting about season 1 is that it seems to be this show that’s simultaneously trapped in the 80s, while still being relevant on current events - and very much being a product of the 2010s. That aspect of it makes it a bit unique and nostalgic at the same time, and it’s a super fascinating way to look at the show.

Will as a Problem of the Narrative

Look, we all know Will is a problem -- the ‘I Hate You Will’ meme is prevalent within fandom. You would think that the first season would make him a bit more sympathetic since he is the original main character. I mean kinda - but he’s still frustratingly selfish, nearsighted about everyone else around him, and, well, just not that great.

But after doing some thinking, I came to the realization -- this is an issue with American television in general -- adult characters are not allowed growth. Think about it. In high school shows, the kids grow up, learn, and change. But when we watch adults, more specifically adults in sitcoms, - the writers hit the reset button. Did the characters of Friends really change all that much in the ten years they were on the show? Or Modern Family? Or The Big Bang Theory? I mean - there will be slight changes, but nothing major. (Some writers do - both The Office and Parks and Rec show growth in their characters, but I also think those are better sitcoms for it.)

Anyway - my point is that Will falls victim to the fact that for the sake of conflict, he doesn’t really get any kind of character growth that sticks, and that what makes his character so hard to watch - even in season one.

In addition, instead of framing Will as a teacher who loves teaching, they frame him as a performer who never made it out of Ohio, and is frustrated with never having gotten out of the place he grew up. And while there’s some reality in that -- I’m still side-eyeing the show any time they give him accolades for being a great teacher.

Also, there’s the whole ‘Be a Man’ thing that Will gets saddled with. But...more on that later.

To no one’s surprise - Will being front and center most of the time amplifies all these issues leading to me not really caring much about the story and hence boredom.

Will/Emma/Ken/Terri & Finn/Rachel/Puck/Quinn -- a Redundant Love Story for The Ages

It’s basically the same story only time displaced - with a chance for the high school kids not to make the same mistakes as the adults. The adults being a cautionary tale. Funny, I think the kids, at some points, are more mature about what’s going on in their relationships than the adults.

Outside the satirical nature of it - I find it all kind of tedious to sit through, tbh, and as I said before, what makes the F13 kind of hard at times. I realize I’m supposed to care about these relationships. Guess what - I don’t.

However -- Glee and it’s parallels. Damn. There’s, like, an entire thesis paper waiting to be written about these Quadrangles and how Glee masterfully pulls off writing the same story twice at the same time.

Also worth noting, the two Quadrangles both embody two of the main themes of season one: 1. Be a Man and 2. It’s Okay to Be a Loser (or the HS Hierarchy Stuff)

I don’t know why the show needs to prove so hard what being a real ‘man’ is - especially when the real men of the show don’t usually have to deal with this stupid trope, but I find myself rolling my eyes every time it gets brought up. And the focus isn’t a favorite of mine -- unfortunately, another point against the F13.

Meanwhile - I was never really interested in the whole HS Hierarchy stuff, and what it is to be cool. Geez, now I’m being redundant as I continue to say that the themes brought up in the F13 just don’t interest me at all. Good thing there was all this music to keep me distracted...

Ken and Terri & Puck and Quinn - Mean Girls

Ryan Murphy has this weird obsession with awful popular people. I don’t know why. I don’t think it’s as interesting as he does - but I’m guessing he had some deep issues with these people in high school because this trope is used outside of Glee and in abundance.

Something I think is interesting though - going back to my point about Will. Ken and Terri don’t get to be more than the stereotypes that they are. And because they’re probably (possibly) the most annoying characters on the show - the writers had enough sense to drop them after after the F13. But I do think it’s interesting, also, that Ken and Terri are the real ‘losers’ of the show -- and they’re the ones who were popular in high school. The point is made pretty loudly, but I never hear people talk about it much.

Meanwhile, Puck and Quinn are pretty much on the road to being Ken and Terri - but the show, probably knowing these characters needed to stick around, got the growth and development that Ken and Terri didn’t, and even in season 1, seeds of - they’re not going to turn out to be as ‘loser-ish’.

I don’t really care all that much about Puck or Quinn, but I will say they were pretty unwatchable (for me) in the F13, and they became much better characters in the B9. Though, helping this is the fact that neither gets a whole lot to do. But they soften both of them to make the more likable - and it works, I don’t mind them so much in the B9.

Emma - The Non-Main Character

I love Emma - and it’s weird to me that she isn’t more of a main character (I mean she is in season 1, but that fades quickly). It’s great that they have female character, good at her career, but struggling a bit in her personal life, and who has a mental health issue to deal with but is still seen as desirable. I also love the fact that she has issues with sex. There’s a lot of great things with Emma. I’m just sorry she’s tied to Will for the entire show, because she’s smart and likable and one of the few really ‘good’ characters on the show. I’m sad that she doesn’t get to do much outside of being accessory in Will’s story. It’ll change a little in season 2, but not much. :(

I don’t really have much to say about Wemma. It starts out as a standard will-they, won’t-they but it doesn’t pull my attention much. I will say that the final moment of Sectionals, however, is a beautiful moment -- and the Glee, when it wants to, has the ability to pull off some fantastic romantic moments.

Sue Sylvester - Comedy Villain in a Realistic World

It’s no surprise that when you have a very talented and funny Jane Lynch on your show, you’re going to do what you can to give her a fair amount of material. I get that. And I give season 1 credit -- Sue might be one of the funniest characters on the show in season 1. She worked as the villain and as a counter to Will, as well as allowing the show to have a mouthpiece for things they felt the main characters couldn’t say. It worked. She worked. Jane Lynch worked.

My issues with Sue are more with later seasons, when they run out of things to do with her, and make a fourth-wall breaking farce, but I’ll save that rant for later.

I will say - I do enjoy her humanizing interactions with her sister and with Becky, and it’s a shame the show didn’t latch on to that more often. Because Sue got hit with the reset button harder than any other character.

Finn & Finchel

Finn is pretty much tied to Will in every season, but season 1 is in much abundance. Fortunately, Finn fares better than Will does. Finn needing a father figure, and direction, is more sensical than Will using Finn as a way to relive his youth, while treating Finn simultaneously as a best friend and son. I don’t think I like Finn all that much, but Cory Menteith is incredibly endearing -- and makes me care a bit more than I actually would. Finn is, perhaps, the most rounded character to begin with - and shows more competence as a leader than Will ever does. It’s funny, to me, for as much as these two are paralleled, Finn getting to grow and have an actual arc makes him much more interesting.

Finn also has the benefit of having a more complete world around him -- his story isn’t stuck in the Quadrangle, his stories outside of it (mostly with his Mom and Kurt, but also the more fleshed out story with Rachel) make it much more interesting.

So yeah. Go season 1 Finn!

Also - they were definitely setting up Finn to grow through this series long arc of hating being in a small town to being okay that that is his lot in his life. (And it is sad we didn’t get to see that play fully out.) Because unlike Will -- who kind of hates that he’s never moved on, Finn seems to come full circle rather nicely.

So Finchel. Believe it or not, I think Finchel is quite endearing in season 1. And -- dare I say -- I like it more in the F13 than the B9. I’ll always prefer Finchel as a story about two high schoolers who learn from each other in HS, but move away from each other later in life, and that Finn and Rachel, ultimately, don’t have a whole lot in common, but there moments in early s1 are sweet, and there’s a bit of chemistry there that I don’t see later on in the show.

I can even pinpoint when I start to really not care about Finchel -- in Hello, between the introduction of Jesse St. James and making Finn kind of a douche (or paralleling him a little too close to Will). But in the meantime, I can honestly say that Finchel was one of the more enjoyable parts of season 1. Weird huh.

Rachel Berry - Before They Were Stars

Another aspect of season 1 that I liked? Rachel Berry. Before the show started handing her things on a platter because she /was/ Rachel Berry -- Rachel was a character you could root for. No, she wasn’t the most likable character on the show, but she struggled, and we saw that she worked hard to get things. She was also uncompromising in her desires - something not often shown as a) positive or b) in women.

Also helping her out is that she gets to have a story arc outside (or maybe beyond is a better word) the Quadrangle. She has developed relationships with pretty much everyone on the show and that helps her be a well rounded character.

As an aside -- it’s interesting to me, for as much as everyone is paralleled with everyone else on the show, I don’t see a whole lot of parallels between Rachel and Emma. There are some, both of them wanting someone they feel they can’t have, both of them wanting things too much, and both feeling like outsiders. But I feel like those are generalizations of two vastly different characters. Interesting.

Mercedes, Artie, and Tina - The Back Up Singers

It’s funny to me -- that when the show was first airing, Mercedes, Artie, and Tina (and Kurt - but more on him in a minute) were used a lot in ads. These actors did a lot of press, etc, etc. And the whole notion of the show being for kids who didn’t fit in was a big angle for marketing. So, it’s interesting that the F13 barely features any of them. But I do think they are much more interesting than the Parallel Quadrangles. Each of these characters has a unique set of characteristics - and yeah, a lot of it stemmed from stereotypes, which were fleshed out more in the B9. But I appreciate these characters even being around - because if they weren’t there, the show would be (IMO) pretty bland.

Interestingly, in the B9, each of these three do get their fair share of screentime and development. Unfortunately, they don’t make it out from the ranks of the B-list characters (idk - there might be some irony there). But they’re good characters, Mercedes especially, and I do enjoy them more than a lot of what’s going on with the A-plot. I’m just sorry they never really got out of the shadow of the rest of the other characters.

Kurt Hummel - Scene Stealer

Obviously, Kurt’s story in season 1 is my favorite story arc. I’m sure anyone who has been to my blog could have guessed that in about two seconds. And elsewhere is fully documented why. His relationship with being different, and how that ripples in his personal life - with family and friends - and how he deals with that is a fantastically told story, not to mention one having a ton of heart and care. I love Kurt, and season 1 Kurt gets to have such wonderful development, and it’s only the first portion of a much larger story of a really fantastic character.

But here’s my thing about Kurt. He wasn’t a part of the original story. And because of that, a lot like Rachel, having his own story and his own development - he’s not locked into being apart of a boring and/or tired story (re: Quadrangle). He somewhat exists outside the main narrative (though obviously has his ties within) and I think that really helps his character stand out in season 1. But I also think it’s interesting that this character, who in the first incarnation was much of a stereotype, got to break free first, and is one of the best written characters on the show.

He’s also so damn entertaining. Giving the character life in the background is an art - but I should gush about Chris Colfer’s acting later.

But in all honesty - I probably wouldn’t have kept watching this show without Kurt. His story (like to so many others) reminds me of my own in a lot of ways. And I think he was resonant with so many people in a way that a lot of the other things going on in season one weren’t. He helped give the show depth and emotion, and helped it grow beyond the cartoonish dark comedy of early season 1. There are a lot of things I enjoy about season 1, but I love Kurt’s story, and I probably wouldn’t be sitting here still talking about it if it weren’t for Kurt.

Brittana and other Background Stories

One of the things stemming out of being bored with the main plot lines is that one has a tendency to gravitate towards what’s going on in the background. Most shows - it’s not much. Glee -- has a plethora of stuff going on. Kurt gets a lot of the credit (rightfully so), but there’s a ton of interesting things happening.

Brittany and Santana don’t get enough credit for their early season 1 stuff. They have virtually nothing to do - but they’ll nail one-liners and/or do fascinating stuff sitting there in the background. One reason they became such prevalent characters, and they start to become those starting with the B9, is because they’re doing things that people take notice of.

Santana’s still too mean in season 1 for me, though layering over the fact that she’s a closested lesbian makes for a more interesting story upon rewatch, and Brittany really isn’t much of a character as she is a walking one-liner machine, but both characters make themselves visible in a huge cast - and I have to give them a lot of credit for that.

Meanwhile at the other end of things are Mike and Matt. Interestingly, I think Mike does seem to have more of a personality, and more of a presence, as well as a great acting ability, that helped him come out from the shadows a bit -- whereas Matt completely faded into the background to the point that I often forgot he was there. It’s no surprise to me that Mike became a bigger character while Matt left before season 2.

Guest Starring - Broadway Role Call

I can’t say that I’m really that attached to any of the guest stars on the show - but something I give Glee credit for in season one is grabbing guest stars who have ties in with Broadway. And I think that’s a pretty cool route to go. I may have not liked their characters all that much, but at least they can sing, and I can enjoy that. :)

Except Molly Shannon. I still don’t get that.

Jukebox Musical

So, obviously, music plays a huge part of this show. I’ve talked other place about how music is used differently in the F13 vs the B9 (check out TDB’s Music of S1 special!) so I won’t get into that here.

Season 1 probably has the lowest amount of songs from it on my play list - there’s just a lot of pop music I don’t really enjoy, and Will rapping, and just stuff I’m not really into. Not to mention a lot of the music is Rachel, Finn, and Finn and Rachel heavy (which isn’t a sound I’m really into).

But I think one thing season 1 does right is how it uses it’s music. And it’s interesting to see all the creative ways they try to be realistic about how they use music on the show. Not to mention, each of the episodes didn’t have the mandated 5-7 songs, which left time for both the music and the story to breath.

And then starting in the B9 - they began to get more creative in how they integrated music within the story.

On a Macro Level

Season 1 is probably the most consistent the show ever is written, and possibly, has the best straight up comedy. But the extreme focus on paralleling Quadrangles, the ‘Be a Man’ trope, and the whole ‘loser’ main themes kinda bore me (personally).

Kurt’s story, all the b-characters, background moments, and music I’m here for, in the F13, and I can kinda leave all the rest. The B9, though, gets us into the style of the rest of the series, and I’m here for that.

#tdb rewatch #omg this is so long.....

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