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literaryavenger · 5 months

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Hiii, I saw you asked for one-shot suggestions and I was thinking of something domestic and fuffly, a lazy morning with them not wanting to wake up and get up, things like that.

Sorry the request wasn't good, it's the first time I've made suggestions, but I appreciate your work 💕

I wrote this so quickly that I'm surprised my fingers could keep up with my brain, lol. Thank you for the request! I always appreciate some inspiration, and thank you for reading my stories!❤️

Also keep in mind it's like 2:30 am, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, I did my best to catch them all.

Mornings Like This

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of YN. Language. Nothing more, just fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

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One thing Bucky never thought he'd have was a chance at a normal life.

Before even the war, Hydra and everything that followed he didn’t think he’d be lucky enough to find a girl that loved him enough to build a life with him.

Now in the 21st century, the super soldier felt more out of place than ever.

Going from one fight after the other was exhausting, even if he was fighting with the people he came to think of as family, Tony included.

It still didn’t change the fact that he was tired, the kind of tired sleep can’t fix.

That’s why, right now, he can’t help but be grateful as he wakes up with you in his arms.

For Bucky, you’re everything. You’re his best friend, his most trusted teammate, you’re his hope, his dream, his angel sent by God himself.

You’re the person he trusts with every part of himself, he knows you’d never judge him, you always believe in him and you’re not afraid to call him out.

He can always trust you to be honest.

You’re the love of his life, his future. You’re the calm he’s been looking for his whole life. He still considers the day he met you the happiest of his life, and there’s not a day that goes by where he doesn’t remind you all of this.

Bucky opens his eyes slowly, still fighting to sleep a little longer, but as soon as he sees your face inches away from his he knows it's a losing fight.

He can’t help but smile as he watches your face in the most relaxed state, trying to commit every inch of it to memory just like he does every morning.

Today is one of those rare days where neither of you have anything to do; no training, no missions, no briefings, no outings.

A normal day where you can just be lazy like normal people do. Bucky lives for days like these, starting with one of his favorite activities: shamelessly staring at you.

"Are you watching me sleep, you little creep?" you say, not opening your eyes with a smile starting to form on your face.

"You bet your ass I am." He says proudly.

"Careful or I’ll tell Steve you used a bad word." At the sound of his laugh you can't help but open your eyes and the sight in front of you was nothing short of glorious.

Your super soldier boyfriend, shirtless, with a smile that could light up all of the stars in the sky looking at you like you hung up those stars just for him.

At this point you’ve woken up next to him more times than you can count, hundreds, maybe thousands, but this sight right in front of you never fails to knock the breath out of your lungs.

"Who’s the little creep staring now, huh?" he teases with a goofy grin.

"Can you blame me when my boyfriend is so pretty?" you see his cheeks getting pink and decide to tease him a little bit more.

"Awwe, my pretty baby’s blushing!" he groans as his face gets redder and he hides his face in the crook of your neck, while you keep cooing at him.

"Stooop." he says, his voice muffled. You’re laughing when suddenly he’s on top of you, tickling your sides.

"Say you’re sorry!" he says over and over while laughing, never relenting on his vicious attack.

"Never!" you're practically squealing at this point, tears coming down your eyes because of how much you're laughing.

"I can do this all day, doll!" and you know he could, so you finally give in.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, okay, just stop!" that seems to satisfy him as he stops tickling you but doesn't move away from on top of you.

Instead he starts peppering kisses all over your face, barely giving you enough time to catch your breath. "Bucky!" you can do nothing more than laugh, and the melodic sound is just an incentive for him to keep going.

Finally he starts slowing down, giving you one last kiss on the lips. But before he could pull away, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you and deepening the kiss. He hummed into the kiss and after a few moments you let go of each other.

"Good morning, angel." he says while looking down at you with the sweetest smile.

"Good morning, handsome." you answer with a smile matching his.

He rolls off of you, but doesn't go very far as he pulls you basically on top of him and wraps his arms tightly around you. "Buck, I can barely breathe."

He shrugs. "You don’t need to breathe."

"Trust me, I do." you giggle while he loosen his hold on you. You feel him sight under you, so you raise your head to look him in the eye "Everything okay, baby?"

His eyes meet yours as he answers "Everything’s perfect, bunny. I wish we could stay like this forever…"

You can't help but smile at him. "Me too, honey…" but your smile falters a little when you glance at the clock on the bedside table.

"I hate to ruin the moment, but I have to get up." you try to get out of his arms, but he just holds onto you tighter, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Where are you going?" He gives you an adorable pout and you almost give up on your attempts to get up, not that they were going anywhere in any case.

"I might’ve told Tony I’d help him test his new gadgets." you say with a sheepish smile.

"C’mon sweets, you can do that any day, just stay here with me a little longer." he almost whines, shuffling a little so you're on your sides and he buries his face in your neck, yet again.

"Buck, I promised him! I can’t just not show up." you chuckle at his almost childish behavior, glad that he feels comfortable enough around you to act like this.

"There’s no way I’m gonna let you get up to go test Tony’s death traps." His muffled words only make you laugh more.

"And what are you gonna do to keep me here, huh?" you challenge, as if you had any other choice with his tight grip on you.

He took his head away from your neck and looked at you for a few seconds before almost yelling "Hey Friday, can you let Tony know that miss YLN won’t be joining him today? Thank you." he has a victorious look on his face while the AI said "Certainly, Sergeant Barnes."

You groan and this time it's your turn to bury your face in his chest. "I knew teaching you to use Friday would come back to bite me in the ass." you can feel his laughter from deep in his chest and the kiss he plants on the top of your head makes you smile against his skin.

"C’mon angel, let me see your pretty face." you can feel your face heating up but you look at him nonetheless. "There she is."

Bucky kisses the tip of your nose and laughs when you make a face at him that's supposed to be annoyed but he thinks it's just adorable.

"I love you, doll" He says after a few moments of silence. "I know I tell you everyday, but I can’t help it. I’m the luckiest man in the world to get to hold you and kiss you and love you and I’ll never stop doing it for as long as you allow me to."

You're about to cry, so, obviously, you have to ruin the moment "Fine! I’ll stay in bed with you, just stop being so damn sweet." he laughs at your joke, but you're melting inside so you decide to give him a serious answer.

You put both your hands on his cheeks and kiss him. "I love you too, Bucky. I appreciate everything you do for me and I’ll never not want you in my life. You’re the love of my life, my soulmate. You’re it for me. I’m sorry but you’re stuck with me."

He smiles and kisses you again. "I can live with that."

You're about to kiss him again when suddenly there's a loud knock at the door. You and Bucky look at each other, confused, until you hear a voice yelling behind the door.

"YN YLN WHAT DOES IT MEAN YOU’RE NOT GONNA HELP ME?! YOU PROMISED!" Tony keeps whining through the door as Bucky groans and throws his head back into the pillow in frustration, while you laugh at both the men’s antics.

You give Bucky a quick kiss before getting up. "This is your fault, you know." you tell him as you move towards the door, but before you can answer you get hit by a pillow on your back.

You look back to see Bucky laughing his ass off at the shocked look on your face.

God, he’s lucky you love him.

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fizzydrink698 · 2 years

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apartment 3R | hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

word-count: 3.6k

genre: college au, artist!hyunjin

warnings: some cursing, excessively shirtless 3racha appearances, honestly this might be one of the most wholesome things i’ve written

summary:

There’s a short pause, before you hear footsteps and the scrape of the lock turning.

And then, the door swings open.

You are met with a person who is very much not Hyunjin.

And is very much not wearing a shirt.

Hyunjin texts you at 9:30AM. The message is only two words long, but the emotion contained within it is overwhelming.

Hyunjin: Save. Me.

You snort, abandoning the morning cup of tea in front of you as you text back.

You: are they doing the chicken thing again?

Hyunjin: Bin just put it in a fucking SMOOTHIE. I need to leave. Now.

You: the chicken was cooked, right?

Hyunjin: I don’t care. Please please can you head over now?

Hyunjin: I’m this close to committing murder via blender.

Hyunjin: Think of my future :’(

You check the time, and dutifully start chugging the rest of your tea. When you reach the final dregs sitting at the bottom of the cup, you text back a reply to end his misery.

You: i’ll be there in like twenty minutes. stay safe until then

Hyunjin: You’re the love of my life.

You: yes i am

You: remind me to pick up leaflets on the dangers of salmonella

You: i hear food poisoning is bad for your gains

Hyunjin: Fuck their gains.

You: it sounds like they would if they could

You slide your phone into your back pocket. Stopping only to put your mug in the sink and slide on your most comfortable pair of shoes, you head straight for the front door.

The walk to Hyunjin’s apartment is beautiful. Late summer has brought warm sunshine and the brightest shades of green to the trees that line the streets, almost glowing in their last few weeks before autumn would set in. Part of you longs to detour through the nearby park, where you know the rosebushes will be in bloom, but you keep to the quickest route instead. A good friend chooses to save their friend from whatever meathead jocks he apparently lives with first, and admire the scenery second.

You may or may not slow down near a boutique shop, checking your reflection in the store window. The sudden rush to get to Hyunjin’s meant you didn’t get to add the final touches to your appearance, and you take a moment to adjust slightly – tucking the end of your belt into the belt loop of your jeans, fidgeting with your necklace chain until fell just right across your chest. You had risked wearing a tank-top, gambling on the good weather to continue throughout the day. You always felt so warm when you went on these little trips with Hyunjin, as you navigated through the crowds of tourists.

Maybe you should have worn your boots.

No, that would be stupid. With the amount of walking you’d be doing today, your feet would be aching by the end.

But they really would go with your outfit so well.

And Hyunjin had complimented them when you last wore them, which–

You straighten up, turning sharply on your heel and continuing to walk down the street with purpose. Inside, your stomach flutters a little, and you firmly push the feeling aside. Compliments from Hyunjin do not matter, and you don’t need to think too hard about them.

You also don’t need to think about how this is the first time you get to see his new place.

Because that also doesn’t matter.

Hyunjin has seen your place plenty of times. And you had seen his dorm room multiple times last year, so really what is the difference now? There is no difference, it’s just a new apartment with the same old face living in it.

The same old face that also grew his hair out over the summer. And graduated from simply sending short messages over the dorm floor groupchat to private DMs to long, adorably excited conversations with you over the phone about art to spending almost every weekend hanging out with you.

Same old face. Nothing else to add.

Nothing at all.

Your stomach flutters again, nerves beginning to bubble within you as you draw closer to his apartment building.

It’s a cute building – picturesque, built with old red-brick and has little flowerboxes outside each window. It’s easy to picture Hyunjin living there, gazing out his window and painting in the early morning, descending those stone steps on his way to get coffee from the little café on the corner.

It’s harder to imagine these mystery jocks in the same place. All you can picture is the same copy-and-paste template of a classic gymbro, chugging protein shakes and jogging along the street, grocery bags full of chicken breast swinging from each huge arm.

You stop to double-check the apartment number, and press the right button on the intercom.

It rings. You clear your throat as you wait, shifting your weight to your other foot as you tug your bag strap a little higher up your shoulder.

Then, rather than a voice answering the intercom, you’re met with the loud buzz of the front door unlocking.

You blink, thrown for a moment, but shrug it off quickly. Hyunjin was in a rush to leave, it makes sense that he’d be hurrying you up to the apartment as soon as possible. Honestly, you should have been surprised that he wasn’t waiting on the steps already.

So, you push open the doors to the apartment block, and ascend the steps two at a time. Hyunjin’s apartment must be on the third floor, judging by the number, and you manage to make it up there without too much hassle. You’re only a little out of breath as you knock on the door, your other hand pressed against the wall next to it, supporting your weight as you lean slightly.

There’s a short pause, before you hear footsteps and the scrape of the lock turning.

And then, the door swings open.

You are met with a person who is very much not Hyunjin.

And is very much not wearing a shirt.

You blink, trying to ingest this new information all at once, too floored to even try to back up and give the half-naked guy some space.

He stares back, eyes widening. His mouth parts, as if he’s about to speak, but no words manage to make their way out.

He’s pretty, your brain notes in a daze. Big brown eyes, almost like a Disney Princess.

“…You’re not the delivery guy,” he finally says, still staring.

“Uh...no, not last time I checked?” You reply, just as thrown.

He nods, dimly – and suddenly snaps out of it. You watch the way he starts to flush, pink staining his cheeks. Thanks to his wardrobe choices, or lack thereof, you’ve got a front-row seat to watch the way it travels down his neck, fading slowly until it just barely lingers near his collarbones.

Your eyes flicker back up to his face, only a little guiltily. You clear your throat again, and raise an eyebrow. “Wait, are you usually shirtless for the delivery guy?”

“No,” he says, so defensively that it’s almost definitely a lie. “I – wait, why…who even are you?��

“Hyunjin’s friend,” you reply, straightening up and removing your hand from the wall. “This…this is Hyunjin’s place, right?”

It has to be, unless by some miracle, there are two apartments in this building with shirtless gymbros walking around.

Which…also wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, now that you think about it.

The guy’s eyes light up in recognition, as his body relaxes slightly. Suddenly, to your slight confusion, his eyes flicker downwards and back up, as if he’s taking you in from head to toe.

“Wait, that’s you? You’re the one he does the nerdy art shit with?”

You want to take offense at the phrase ‘nerdy art shit’, except that honestly might be the most accurate way to describe what you and Hyunjin do with your weekends.

“Yep.”

His flush suddenly deepens as he realises exactly what he said. “Uh, I didn’t mean…I didn’t mean ‘shit’ like shit, I meant…you know, like stuff.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“And not, like…not ‘nerdy’ in a bad way–”

“I mean, it’s pretty fucking nerdy, I can’t lie,” you say, fighting the urge to smirk at his verbal backspacing.

“Nerdy’s good, you know? I like nerdy,” he clarifies. And then almost chokes as he hurries to add. “But not, like, in a–”

Before he can finish shoving his foot any deeper into his mouth, Hyunjin suddenly appears from behind him, smiling at you with a look of pure relief. “Hey! You’re early!”

“Am I?” You ask, checking the time on your phone. Apparently, the journey had only taken you about twelve minutes and not the twenty that Google Maps had promised. “Huh. I guess I am.”

“I’m just getting all my shit together. While you’re here, actually, I could show you that new easel I thrifted,” Hyunjin says. He then glances at his shirtless roommate, unimpressed. “If this asshole wants to…you know, move anytime soon?”

The roommate, who had been sneaking little looks at you out of the corner of his eye throughout this exchange, suddenly blinks and whips his head towards Hyunjin. “Huh? Oh, right, yeah.”

He shuffles backwards, giving you plenty of space to slip past him.

“I’m Han, by the way,” he says, lifting his hand up in a strange almost-wave.

“Nice to meet you,” you nod back, returning his half-wave before you start following Hyunjin to his room.

His room is at the end of the little hallway, and you can’t hide the way you stare in awe as you step through the door behind in.

It’s so perfectly…Hyunjin. A strange combination of stylishly sleek and wonderfully cosy, from the stark minimalism of the black furnishings to the knickknacks on his shelves to the cluster of photos pinned up above his desk. There was a huge window, stretching almost from the ceiling to the floor, with a perfect view of the tree-lined streets outside. And next to it, complete with canvas and a rough half-finished sketch of a future masterpiece, stood the easel Hyunjin had gushed about for a full half-hour the afternoon he found it in a second-hand store.

“Oh, that easel looks fancy,” you say, smiling as you look over it. You don’t know enough about art supplies themselves to form a more educated opinion, but you can certainly appreciate a cool easel when you see one. “Was it expensive?”

“Nowhere near as expensive as it should have been,” Hyunjin says, with no small delight, turning around to beam at you as he stands next to it. He’s illuminated by the soft morning light from the window, giving him an almost ethereal glow. His hair is loose, dyed back to the dark black it was when you first met him, and frames his face so perfectly.

Not for the first time, you think of how Hyunjin is just as much a work of art as the paintings he raves about.

You realise Hyunjin is speaking again, and try your best to snap out of the daze he’s put you in.

“…And honestly, I almost felt bad about it. But one of the legs was damaged, so they knocked off a little more from the price. Chan helped me fix it up in, like, ten minutes so that wasn’t even a problem. And it doesn’t take up as much space as I thought, I thought I’d have to move the desk over but look! It fits so well. It’s literally the best thing I’ve ever bought in my life. I didn’t even want to touch it for a few days, and I didn’t know what to paint, because I figured the first one had to be special but as soon as I started, it was like…so cool.”

Hyunjin pauses his excited rambling to take a breath, and you can’t help but smile at him.

“It’s pretty cool,” you agree, and your chest warms a little at how wide Hyunjin smiles at your words.

“Yeah. I…” Hyunjin trails off, and begins to look a little sheepish. “I like it a lot. As you can probably tell.”

“Just a little, yeah,” you tease him lightly. “But that’s good. I like seeing you so excited.”

Bashful, Hyunjin laughs a little and steps away from the easel. “Yeah, I…uh, right, just give me a minute to grab my keys and stuff.”

He turns toward his desk, rummaging through the stray pieces of paper, the notebooks, the odd sketching pencil or two. You wander up behind him, wanting a closer look at the photos he has pinned up.

You recognise some of them as Seungmin’s, taken last year when the three of you shared a dorm floor. There’s some artsy-looking pictures of the university campus, mixed in with pictures of Hyunjin and his friends. There are some that Hyunjin must have taken himself, and you recognise one of the faces in the photos as the roommate you just met in the hall. There’s some of a younger Hyunjin, with an arm around his siblings, hugging his mother, beaming as he sits tall and proud on his father’s shoulders.

And you see yourself in a few. More than a few, honestly. There’s one or two from the first year you knew Hyunjin, all of them in group shots. But so many more in the months since you’ve grown closer – photos of you posing by a gallery sign, of you smiling with delight as you feed ducks in a nearby park, candid shots of you looking at exhibits with the slightest furrow of concentration in your brow. One photograph in particular catches your eye – you in profile, sat by what looked to be the living room window of your own apartment, smiling faintly as you stared out through the window at the night-time lights of the city.

“Is that one from my birthday?” You ask, absently – and Hyunjin jolts in front of you, almost dropping the papers he had in his hand. He turns – his arm brushing against your chest – and you only realise then how close you had wandered to look over his shoulder.

You take a step back, slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry, I just saw the…” you gesture vaguely to the photograph behind him.

Hyunjin takes a moment to register what you said, and follows your line of sight to the photo. “Oh! Uh, yeah, I think it was. Yeah, it was after the party. I was trying to help you clean up, and you stopped to show me what the view was like at night.”

“Right,” you say, remembering. You look at the photo, remembering that night. “It’s a great fucking view. Like you can’t tell the difference from the sky and–”

“–and the city, because the lights look like stars,” Hyunjin finishes for you. “Yeah. You were right. It was amazing.”

“Clearly. You took a photo and everything,” you point out.

Hyunjin pauses, and nods. “Yeah.”

The two of you fall silent, a strange quiet settling over the both of you. Your gaze shifts from the photograph to Hyunjin, and you find him already looking at you. Your eyes meet, and for a second, your breath hitches.

It’s quiet. So quiet. And he’s still staring. You can feel your heart starting to pound, as the moment stretches on.

And then Hyunjin clears his throat, and turns back to look through his desk.

Your breath leaves you with a sudden sharp exhale. You feel strange, almost like a weird post-adrenaline crash, as if you’d just jumped from a great height or finished riding a rollercoaster. Your heart is still beating fast.

You swallow, and take another step back to allow some more distance between the two of you. The silence now seems heavy, almost smothering, and you’re eager to break it.

“So, was that the one who put chicken in his smoothie?” You ask, gesturing over your shoulder to the door behind you, and the hallway you had met the roommate in.

Hyunjin glances over at the door, not quite looking at you.

“No, the smoothie one was Changbin,” Hyunjin says, pulling a face at what must be the memory of watching him feed chicken to the blender. “I think he went out for a run. Which is good, because I was about to grab that blender and brain him with it.”

“For making the smoothie?”

“For looking me dead in the eye while he drank the whole thing.”

You can’t help but laugh, just a little bit. Your chest feels lighter because of it, as if your laughter had lifted some kind of weight off of you. “I think your roommates are a little…”

“Gross?”

“I was going to say ‘odd’, but chicken smoothies do sound pretty gross.”

“They are,” Hyunjin says, voice low with deadly seriousness. “But yeah, you met Han. Changbin is out. And I would introduce you to Chan, but I’m pretty sure he’s wearing even less than Han.”

“Are your roommates just allergic to shirts or something?” You ask.

“Honestly, they might be,” Hyunjin replies, finally grabbing his keys from their hiding place under the flyer for a future gallery exhibition. “That would explain a lot.”

“Not the chicken, though.”

“Nothing could explain the fucking chicken,” Hyunjin mutters. “OK, I’m ready. You want to head out now?”

“Sure,” you reply, and the cheerful tone in your voice is only half-forced. “Let’s go.”

You leave his bedroom first, Hyunjin taking a second to put on his shoes – and you step into the hallway just as Han exits what seems to be the kitchen. He seems to have managed to find a shirt since you last saw him, but the same cannot be said for the guy behind him – the one that almost collides with Han’s back when he stops at the sight of you.

“Hey,” Han greets, with another wave. “Again.”

“Hi,” you reply, although your attention can’t help but be caught by the guy currently sidling around Han. No shirt, of course, but he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants only loosely tied, low-slung enough that you could see the faintest line starting at his hips that led downwards to–

You force your eyes up, looking very pointedly at the guy’s face and nothing else.

Your brief ogling seems to have gone unnoticed, as the smile the guy gives you is perfectly friendly without even the slightest hint of a smirk. He seems genuinely innocent, even in the current state of his undress. “Oh, you must be Hyunjin’s friend. Hey, I’m Chan.”

You nod, again keeping your eyes fixed on this dude’s face. “Hi, Chan.”

Looking at Chan’s face might be slightly less embarrassingly than just openly staring at the rest of him, but it doesn’t do much to ease your flustered mind. On the contrary, you take note of his dark curls, seemingly damp as if he’d recently taken a shower. And fuck, are those dimples?

“Are you guys off somewhere?” Chan asks, perfectly polite.

“Yeah, that art museum across the city,” Hyunjin says, and you note the slightest hint of impatience in his voice. Was he really that eager to leave?

“Oh, cool,” Chan says, nodding.

You smile. “I mean, I don’t know if ‘cool’ is the word for it, but we have fun. Hyunjin tells me about brush strokes and perspective and artsy stuff, and I tell him about historical context and little biography facts.”

“Oh, so you’re like…” Han trails off, staring. “You’re like…smart-smart.”

You blink, face warming a little at the awe in his words. “Uh, I mean…I–”

“Yes,” Hyunjin affirms for you, and your stomach flutters again. He starts slowly edging towards the front door. “But we should probably start moving, if we want–”

The front door suddenly flies open. You watch, wide-eyed, as someone walks through the door, skin flushed with exhaustion and just the faintest sheen of sweat. He’s broad, clad in a skin-tight black t-shirt and work-out shorts, and the muscles in his arm swell and contract as he lifts one hand up to remove the airpods he’s wearing.

He looks at you, and you–

You just–

Was everyone in this apartment just…exclusively fucking hot? Was it written into the fucking lease?

“Hi,” he greets, slightly breathless from what seems to have been some kind of morning run.

The sound of his voice is enough to make you swallow. “…Hi.”

“Hi,” Hyunjin chimes in, deadpan. “Sorry, we’re literally just about to head out.”

“Oh,” Changbin – because this has to be Changbin, the third housemate, and you can’t believe you can almost forgive the chicken smoothie thing because fuck, those arms – blinks, looking from you to Hyunjin, and then back to you. “OK. Introductions later, I guess?”

“Sure,” you say, trying to seem as calm and composed as you could as you’re forced to brush past him to get through the door.

Hyunjin is right behind you, barely stopping to throw a brief “see you guys later!” over his shoulder before closing the front door.

You wait, still trying to adjust to what just happened in the span of about five minutes, watching Hyunjin lock the door.

“They seemed…nice,” you note, still reeling. You feel like you’re in shock. You can’t be in shock, right? There’s no such thing as ‘hot-guy shock’.

Hyunjin turns, slipping his keys into his pocket. His lips are pressed together into one thin line as he replies. “Mmhm.”

You blink at his response, at the tension in his response. “Is…everything OK?”

“Everything’s fine,” he says quickly, almost convincing. It’s only then that he relaxes a little, and looks at you. “So, art museum?”

“Yes. Coffee first though,” you demand, and begin walking down the hall, away from the apartment. You point an accusing finger at him as you walk. “You made me rush through my tea to get here so soon, so you’re paying.”

“Sounds fair,” Hyunjin sighs, but you don’t miss the way he smiles as he follows close behind you.

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stunnedgorilla · 6 months

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Ofmd season 2 episode 6 spoilers!!

The way they showed Ed and Stede's first time was so interesting to me. First of all, it happened directly after Stede killed someone for the first time, so automatically, Stede was in a very strange and vulnerable headspace. And that's not to say he was taken advantage of--he very much initiated it--but it happened while both of their identities were up in the air. Stede was adjusting to being an *actual* killer, while Ed had just apologized earlier for shooting Izzys leg.

And then we see Ed sitting on the bed, still fully clothed in leather while a shirtless Stede closes the curtains. And what interests me the most is that we don't even see his face. All we see is Ed looking up from the bed, and Stede looming close to the camera, mirroring the way that Blackbeard was first introduced to the show--facing away from the camera and smoking a pipe, obscured with power and mystery. The fact that their first time co-occurred with such a dramatic shift in dynamics is a little concerning but I have total faith that they will *eventually* talk their shit out).

I don't fully believe Ed when he said that night was a mistake. I do believe he has commitment issues like a bitch, and when Stede started to become more like him, he got scared. We can see him pulling away, sitting in the corner of Spanish Jackie's as Stede revels in his infamy. He wants to truly make amends to the people he's hurt and traumatized, and he can't do that if he's with someone who's drinking, and making people walk the plank, and lighting people on fire.

And it's not because Stede is evil--sure he's a bitch, and occasionally ends a life or two, but that's not who he truly is--its who he's trying to be. A murderer, not a bitch--cause he is a bitch, but he's trying to be a murderer, because his whole life he's been bullied and mocked for not being manly enough. For not being a good husband, for being sensitive and soft, and well, gay. And Ed doesn't understand that this is why he wants to be like him, like Blackbeard (because they haven't fucking talked about it), because for Ed, being Blackbeard ruined his life. It nearly ended it (and others) and he doesn't want Stede to fall down the same path.

So yeah, Ed decides to become a fisherman, because like he said, he has no idea who he is. He still has so much healing to do, so many wrongs to right, and it's just so fucking tragic that now is the time when they need each other the most, but they're moving so rapidly in opposite directions, and neither of them know how to communicate it.

I think Anne and Mary were right--they are fucking 14 year old boys. I mean, Stede literally called Ed a coward for leaving instead of chasing after him. But they're not going to turn out like them. Ed and Stede are going to grow up, and they're going to talk, and they're going to heal each other's scars instead of causing each other more. They're going to learn how to commit to each other and stay even when things get hard or scary. (David Jenkins please for the love of all that is holy let them better each other and also fuck again but after they come to terms with who they are and want to be)

Edit: actually, hot take, but I think them having sex actually was a mistake. And yeah, Ed left instead of talking about it, but still. Their relationship is still so new and unstable, and I wish they waited until they were in a more grounded place. I wish they would have reckoned with their opposing paths before doing something so intimate and vulnerable, but I have a feeling they're going to reckon with it by the end of the season.

Ed asked Stede to go slow for a reason. And yeah, they both consented, which is more important than anything, but damn, it happened so fucking fast. I mean, they are gay, so. (David Jenkins I am in your walls please make Ed and Stede practice healthy sexuality and communicate about their life goals so they can prevent further miscommunication and heartbreak)

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd meta #our flag means death meta #ofmd season 2 #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbonnet #gentlebeard

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THE FIRST

The moment Lewis felt he was in love with you, he also felt he was about to start a battle with his own heart. It just wasn't in his plans! When your green eyes stopped being just green eyes and became his favorite ones! Your hair became the hair he wanted to stroke every night as he fell asleep. Fighting those feelings became more difficult each second. Seeing you every day didn't make it any easier.

You and your sweet smile, saying hi to everyone, always ready to help with anything that was needed on the track! In addition to being a professional photographer, you were also a professional in making everyone fall for you! Not only in a romantic way, but in an admirable way for the amazing human being you are! Lewis was your number one fan without you even realizing it.

Lewis was resting before a photoshoot, when he saw you arriving, camera around your neck, sunglasses, wavy hair and a tight dress that made him sigh with desire.

"You couldn't be more obvious!" George said with a mischievous smile on his face, looking at you talking to Lando Norris, always friendly and smiling. He sat next to Lewis and looked at him. "I think you're the one who needs love advice right now! I didn't expect the great Sir Lewis Hamilton to be so nervous about a woman."

Lewis sighed with a smile. "I don't even recognize myself."

"What's the matter? Y/N is sweet. Super normal for you to have feelings for her! Who wouldn't? Look at her! Beautiful, successful, independent…”

"…and pure." Lewis finished, not taking his eyes off you for a second. "She's pure, genuine, young. She needs a man who treats her well, who has time for her, who can be present in every moment of her life! Besides, I already have a heavy baggage in my life! My relationship history is not the best, the rumors are countless." Lewis played with a small ping pong ball as he spoke, not meeting George’s eyes.

George leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. "But someday you're going to have to find love, man! We all have a special somebody out there in the world for us. And one thing I know, if you sit here looking at her through the window, a “no” is surely guaranteed."

Lewis looked at his teammate and shook his head. "George, she's a “little” girl! I couldn't allow myself to have feelings for her. We are exactly 10 years apart. TEN! Yet, here I am! Looking at her and wanting nothing more but to hold her. What am I doing, damn it.” Lewis mumbled, throwing his head back.

George blinked, confused. "Ok, you have quite an age gap! And? Y/N is an adult! You're not committing any crime! Lewis listen to me! I adore you like a brother! And I know that girl has a special effect on you. I've never seen you like that with any other girl! you have such a beautiful chemistry, everyone can see it! Give it a chance.”

Lewis took a deep breath! "Well, it's not like i can avoid her! She's Mercedes F1 lead photographer, so..."

"And talking about photographers..." George said with a smirk, nodding towards you.

You enter the room with Toto by your side and an ear to ear smile. That damn smile.

Once you spot Lewis, you wave at him. He mimics the gesture.

George walks towards you and wraps an arm around your tiny figure. "How is my favorite photographer doing?"

You eye him suspiciously. "I don't know what you're trying to do but the answer is no!"

George rolls his eyes. " I wasn't going to ask you anything."

You nod amused. "Humhum, sure."

You walk towards Lewis and sit next to him. The smell of your perfume filling the air.

"Today we have a very interesting photoshoot to do!"

"Is that so?" Lewis asked, acting as normal and professional as possible.

"Is for a charity event, and your fans are so going to thank me for this!"

Stop smiling like that Y/N, please stop. Every little thing you do, makes me fall harder and harder.

Lewis looked at you with such an admiration, his eyes filled with genuine love for you. Never in his life he felt something so strong as this.

"You are going to pose....shirtless!"

Toto chuckled, eyeing his two racers.

"Not fair. Lewis is in his element. I've never done a shirtless photshoot." George blinked, frowning.

"My grandma used to say "there's always a first for everything!” Is for charity. Calendars..."

You wink at them.

Lewis laughs nervously. "Sure why not? Like George said, not new to me."

You took a step closer to him. Dangerously close. Your eyes met and you gave him one of his favorite smiles. "Let's start with you then!"

The first part of the photoshoot was Lewis in front of a brand new Mercedes, shirtless, only with his racing suit down his hips, and water running down his body as if it was sweat.

You grabbed your water spray bottle, and sprayed his body. By this time you were so close, you could basically hear his heartbeat. Lewis looked down at you and you gulped, watching the water dripping down his tattooed chest and abs.

Lewis couldn't look away, he was too into you. And there you were, alone, him shirtless, wet, with you only a few inches from him.

Without noticing, your hand moves to his chest, running your index finger down his skin, making him gulp. Unconscious of your actions, or not, you let Lewis rest his forehead on yours, his hand now on top of yours following your movements. And when your eyes met in a sensual gaze, Lewis pulled away, turning his back on you with a hand on his forehead.

"I'm so sorry! I don't know what...what I was doing.."

Lewis took a deep breath and licked his lips, pacing back and forth.

"I...I can leave if you want. I will tell Toto that...we can do the photoshoot tomorrow or...I will find and excuse and say I am not feeling good because of the heat.."

You rambled, looking everywhere but him.

"Y/N..." Lewis called out your name.

"Now things are going to be awkward and it was my fault...I don't know what I was thinking..."

"Y/N"...

"Oh my God, how unprofessional of me..."

Lewis walked towards you and with an hand on the back of your neck he pulled you in for a breathtaking kiss.

Holding you so close, desperate for your touch, desperate for your lips, desperate for your taste. Lewis deepened the kiss, by holding your face in both of his hands, while you wrapped your arms around his torso.

Heat of the moment maybe? Not for him.

Lewis was pouring his love for you in that kiss, hoping you could figure him out. Hoping you could feel the same he was feeling.

You both pulled away, breathless, foreheads glued, the tips of your nose touching.

"I should be the one saying sorry now.." Lewis whispered.

You remained with your eyes closed, holding him.

"I wanted to do this since the first day I laid my eyes on you at the paddock."

You pulled away and looked at him, caressing his cheek. "We both know we can't". You whispered.

Lewis placed his hand on top of yours. "If you want, it's two of us wanting the same."

You shook your head. "You are THE Lewis Hamilton. I am just Y/N! You don't do public appearances with the ladies you bang. And they are a lot! You don't date! You are never romantically involved with anyone. And your love life is a book full of celebrities and models and one night stands. I don't fit into your world! You know that, I know that. So let's just, pretend this didn't happen."

You grabbed your camera and start to pack your things when Lewis holds your wrist. "

Y/N...hear me out. I am going to sound super cliche! But damn I never wanted someone so bad the way I want you. I am like a kid finding his first love. I can't even sleep knowing I will see you the next day. Damn the whole team knows how annoying I can be when it comes to you. I wake up wanting to see you! I fall asleep wanting to see you. You are different."

"I had affairs with a lot of women, yes! But never, never in my whole life, I wanted to fight for someone the way I want and will fight for you. No one motivates me more than you do, no one gives me the hugs that you do.”

Lewis was breathless as if he had run a marathon.

His hands were holding onto yours, afraid you would disappear.

"But we are ten years..."

"I couldn't care less about our age gap. I wouldn't know. The first time I laid my eyes on you you didn't have your age written on your forehead. But thank god you are older than 18!" You both chuckled, eyes filled with care and passion.

"So no, Y/N! You are not another one on my list. You are the first ever, in my life. When it comes to love...what a word...no one comes first than you."

Your chest was full of hope. Full of purpose. This man in front of you, the man you used to watch racing on TV, the man who welcomed you open arms into his team, the man you were deeply in love with, has reciprocated your feelings. It was terrifying, but made you feel so alive at the same time.

"So...Miss Y/N...do you want to be Lewis Hamilton, first ever real girlfriend?"

He whispered with a smile, biting his bottom lip.

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin with your finger.

"Well, I never dated a famous person before...."

He smirked, running a hand down your back.

"Well, My grandma used to say "there's always a first for everything!..."

#f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 grand prix #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #f1 fanfic #lewis hamilton scenario #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x reader #Lewis Hamilton #lewis hamilton drabble #f1 x oc #f1 drabble #f1 drivers

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This Week In BL - I give out a bunch of 7/10s

Nov 2022 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) 3 of 12 - I’m beginning to get concerned about where the plot, pace, and conflict is going to come from. So far it’s all angst and internal conflict, and I’m not entirely opposed to that, but there needs to be some external stressors in Thai BL or it’s not enough to carry 12 episodes (especially if it’s helmed by New). WATCH ALONG HERE.

Ai Long Nhai (Mon iQIYI) 9 of 10 - something actually happened in this ep, we got some of Ai’s family history & backstory. Evil mother is evil. Sister may be evil too. But it’s still shirtless so I’m pleased. Also, yay, no singing!

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 7 of 12 - Name has finally made a new friend. JaFirst remain the most interesting. I actually don’t mind the show when it’s focused on them, but most of the rest of the time I find it, if not boring, at least not something that engages me personally. Although, the younger boy flirting with Em after cheer practice was kind of cute.

I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) 2 of 12 - Thi is such a pushover. Look, I’m just not wild about this lead pair dynamic and I absolutely can’t stand the score.

609 Bedtime Story (Sat WeTV) 1 of 11 - Didn’t drop to WETV in my territory, no idea what’s going on. I’ll have a bit of a hunt when I get home.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Viki) 8 of 12 - Every week I look forward to this show the most. We knew it had to happen, but it’s really sad to see our traumatized bar-boy break our beloved dentist’s heart. We all know they’re in love with each other, they also know it. But Bai Lang is very very scared of commitment and the dentist is a good boy who keeps getting hurt by other’s inability to trust and open up. The past romance was really sad and sadly true to life. Is it better to have a friend’s love or pity, if all you really wanted was friendship? I like how complicated all of these characters are. I love the conversation the leads had with each other after Bai Lang finally admits to his true feelings. Such a good show.

Eternal Yesterday AKA Eien no Kino (Japan Thurs Gaga) 6 of 8 - This show is so sad. I sometimes wonder if Kochi remains alive entirely because Michan wills him to be so. Does anybody else wonder if the gay biology teacher who lost his first love is a nod to Boys Love? Just me?

Choco Milk Shake (Korea Strongberry Tues YT) 7-8 of 10 - The pacing is so good in this show. Also, I am completely and utterly in love with the ex-bf (hi, Wild Dog, long time no see, wanna run away with me instead?)

Happy Ending Romance (Korea Thurs Gaga) 1-2 of 8 - Very dramatic opening. I like it. Leo is stupid pretty. This is a complicated, if improbable, plot about writers and ego and reputation, but engaging. (For a change I like the OST, Leo is also one of my favorite main singers among the honey-voices of Kpop.)

Finished This Week

Ghost Host, Ghost House (Weds YouTube) 8fin - An excellent confession sequence. I was a little surprised. Usually confession scenes make me wince, but this one was lovely. I’m not a fan of the Kdrama “separation in the final episode” (see Big D) but in this particular instance, I understand why they did it. The characters did need to mature and build new lives. It’s just annoying that they couldn’t do it together. All in all? This is a light horror plus family drama built around a well executed BL trough-line that felt honestly queer with great chemistry from the lead pair. (I hope that we see more of them.) For me personally the surrounding cast, premise, and story didn’t resonate but if you like a touch of gothic in your BL this might appeal. RECOMMENDED WITH RESERVATIONS 7/10

Big Dragon (Sat Gaga) 8fin - I really don’t like Thailand copying Korea’s arbitrary “separation in the final episode” thing. So for me this final episode wasn’t very satisfying. Ultimately? This is a decent execution of enemies to lovers, exploring some darker themes and nodding at kink in a more respectful way than Mame could ever dream, plus excellent chemistry, but something was askew around plot, directing, and ending. RECOMMENDED FOR THE LEAD PAIR, BUT NOT MUCH ELSE 7/10

Kabe Koji (Japan Mon Viki) 8fin - Japan sure does love the “running of the gays” trope. Only this time around they ran together. Which was kind of cute. Honestly? This probably should’ve been my favorite BL of all time, but for some reason it just never resonated with me. Also, I’m over the no kiss thing. I’m tired. If they kiss in het, they can kiss in gay. IT’S FINE. 7/10

Apparently, when Japanese BL is good, it’s very very good, and when it’s bad I’m annoyed.

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y (Thai Gaga) 20 eps - it’s just all too much for me.

To Sir With Love AKA Khun Chai 16 eps - could be sad v worried

2 Moons 3 (Thai Mon ??) 10 eps - Possibly a future binge watch. Rumor is it’s banal.

Love Bill (Vietnam Sat YT) - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising and stuff going on. I’ll wait and binge.

How is he so hot? Asking for science.

In Case You Missed It

My Roommate (Thai YT) 32 eps of 2 minutes each now done, it’s terrible production values so I’m not bothering but it’s been repackaged into 8 min chunks on the youtubes.

Fahlanruk (Thai GaGa) 12 eps - I cut my losses at ep 5 but it’s finished now, someone who knows my taste tell me if I should I bother?

SELF (Thai Thurs YT) is complete at 6 eps, anyone watch this one? Is it sad? Worth watching?

LITA special - it’s exactly as trashy and kinky as you want it to be. Go indulge, you lushes. Rain & Payu, man, wow. Also, the sound is terrible. But no one cares much about the script, least of all the writers.

GAP the series (Sat YT) is a classic office set romance. WATCH IT! It’s GL and this studio needs our support! (Also, the stairs are back!)

Coming to Viki: Love in the Air, ITSAY & IPYTM, Remember Me, and new KBL, The New Employee.

Gossip:

GMMTV posted their pilot trailers for 2023. I reported on them all here. Fewer this year than last which is a good thing, they should slow down and focus more.

How did my predictions go? Not good. Scored a 6/10 maybe 6.5 if you’re feeling generous.

Next Week Looks Like This:

2022 still to come?

Dec 9: Semantic Error movie (Viki) - the repackage rumored to have some added footage.

Dec 19: Chains of Heart (movie? theaters?) trailer Suspense thriller about a forest ranger, smugglers, memory loss, and lost love. Stars Haii (Cirrus in TT2) and Poppy (Porpla in YYY). Adapted from a Y-novel of the same name by TJ Tommy. I don’t know if this is still releasing or if C19 has effected it.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Win, my love! Just call me his of the morning, hia. Just touch my cheek before you leave me, hia.

In Stongberry we trust! *consent in the house*

This week’s earworm: Just B - Me (srs where did these boys come from? so good)

(last week)

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christinesficrecs · 2 years

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This escalated into Derek speaks ALL the languages. I regret nothing. 💙🧡

Tell Me, So I Know by TroubleIWant | 7.4K | Mature

It took years for Derek to finally confront the way he felt about Stiles, and even after he figured it out he could only explain in Spanish. It took them two years more to get to where they were now. Only with neither of them quite willing to commit, where exactly is that, anyways?

Well, for Stiles it’s a deserted stretch of road behind the Hale house, half trapped in a car wreck after being abducted by hunters. Frankly, he could really use Derek’s help if he’s going to get out of this alive. Mates are supposed to be able to tell when the other is in pain, right? As Derek would probably say, ‘querido, no.’

Or, a love story in two parts… and two languages.

Is That a Gun In Your Pocket Or…That’s a Gun In Your Pocket by Elpie (Horribibble) | 8.1K | Explicit

Derek Hale is the best boyfriend. He’s sweet. He’s funny. He recites Pablo Neruda completely unprovoked. He also happens to be in the murder business. But hey, nobody’s perfect.

A romantic comedy with guns and roses.

(Well, maybe not the roses.)

#librarynerd by yodasyoyo | 7.7K

In which Stiles follows Scott into his Spanish study group, takes one look at the hot nerd who runs it and then decides to stay… even though he doesn’t actually speak Spanish.

Like wine upon the lips by MemeKon | 1.6K

“So, the word’s on the streets that you’re some sexy polyglot,” Stiles says, wiggling his eyebrows annoyingly before he slumps on the couch next to him and puts his feet on Derek’s coffee table, limbs akimbo, loose and long.

“Sexy polyglot,” Derek repeats, raising an eyebrow, and pushing Stiles’ feet off the table with his own.

“Yeah, you know, sexy man of many languages.”

“I know what polyglot means,” he replies.

How to Mostly Fail at Wooing Your Grumpy Next Door Werewolf: a comprehensive guide by Stiles Stilinski by crossroadswrite | 4.2K

Stiles peers down at the next profile sees a picture of a man glaring at the camera, ears red and big frames slipping off the bridge of his nose.

Derek ‘bunbuns’ Hale. 25. College student. Likes to take long walks on the beach, shirtless and on a horse and to be a buzzkill that should just get laid.

Five Times Derek Failed To Tell Stiles How He Feels (+1 Time Stiles Knew Anyway) by WhoNatural | 3.3K

Stiles grins, impish and proud, and scrabbles at another piece of his notebook. Derek is determined to ignore it - he really is, but Stiles’ legs are longer than they might seem and his reach includes the front leg of Derek’s chair.

He sighs, put-upon, and unfolds the note,

Wanna go steady w/ me? Y[ ] or Y[ ]

Step into the daylight (and let it go) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) | 14.4K | Mature

Stiles is a grad student with serious insomnia. So when he sees a stranger in need of help, he thinks it’ll be a good way to alleviate the boredom. How the hell was he supposed to know that the weird guy with the baseball cap was a famous actor (and a fucking werewolf)? He just keeps running into the guy. Coincidence? Stiles thinks not.

Two Minutes for Holding by captaintinymite (augopher) | 121.4K | Explicit

The story of how one epic NCAA Championship run and college, served as the backdrop for some of life's great hardships.

Tourist by rainsoakedshoes | 1.4K

Derek clutched the map to his chest and looked around. None of the street names looked familiar. He was officially lost. He was lost in Poland. This was just great.

Numbers Are A Bitch by words_reign_here | 15.6K | Explicit

“It's major surgery, Stiles.” Scott said and leaned forward. “We can be worried if we want to.” Stiles frowned at him, feeling chastised. “But you're doing a good thing.” Allison said. She was still holding his hand. “You'll be great.” She added. Scott looked betrayed. Lydia took a picture of him in the bed.

Driver's Education by arrowofcarnations | 9.2K | Mature

This is the moment he realizes he can never have Derek Hale – that he was stupid to ever think he could. Maybe their moms made them hang out when they were little and maybe they’ve managed to get along these past few weeks, but they’re too different. Derek’s cool, he plays a million sports, he drives a Camaro, he’s friends with Jackson. Stiles doesn’t fit into the equation and he never will.

Je t'aime by Robespierre | 17.6K | Explicit

Stiles’ boss is sending him to the Paris office for a few months. He speaks absolutely no French. Enter Derek Hale, French tutor extraordinaire. As Stiles works hard to master a foreign language, everything begins to fall apart around him.

On jest słońcem (He Is The Sun) by haaaveyoumetted | 6.1K

AU where Stiles speaks in Polish to his dad

And maybe he talks to himself in Polish too

And maybe he talks about Derek a lot. Derek’s eyes. Derek’s shoulders. Derek’s adorable teeth. Derek’s arms. Derek Derek Derek

chantes une nouvelle chanson pour moi by pr1nc3ssp34ch (dallisons) | 13.1K | Explicit

Stiles Stilinski has been at Hogwarts since his first year, okay. That’s six years of experience. He knows how Hogwarts works, how it operates. He’s not quite an expert or anything, but he’s pretty damn sure he knows this school.

So why the hell have they waited like a million years to start taking transfer students?

And why is he the only one who can’t get a French date?

lube and determination by bleepobleep | 4.8K | Explicit

It’s a holiday classic: homesick boy wants to make a pumpkin pie while studying abroad, boy realizes the only place to find vegetable shortening is a sex shop, and boy makes fool of himself in front of other boy.

Que Dis-Tu? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 2.5K

What, are you gonna tell me you know Russian next?!” Stiles demanded, flailing one arm, other hand still closed around the spine of his book.

“I do know Russian,” Derek confirmed, still looking confused.

Stiles dropped the book so he could flail both arms in the air. “Of course you do! Why wouldn’t you know Russian?!”

Nothing But Trouble by charlesdk | 16.4K

Stiles and Scott, smugglers, come across an abandoned ship in the middle of nowhere. While looting the ship for goods and valuables, they find an unconscious crew member, who turns out to be a prince. With bounty hunters on their asses, they fly across the galaxy in search for the prince’s lost family.

Speak Spanish To Me by wazzzup | 5.3K

Derek keeps confessing his love and complementing Stiles in Spanish knowing that no one else in the pack speaks Spanish.

Expect Stiles does, fluently in fact and he can understand Derek perfectly.

What Derek says when he thinks Stiles wont understand by Delilah2040 | 3.3K

five times Derek complimented Stiles in Spanish thinking he wouldn't understand and the one time stiles confesses not only that he understood the whole time but much much more.

credit:kiss-me-under-the-moonlight--blog

#sterek #sterek fics #polyglot!derek #multilingual derek #gif magic by kiss-me-under-the-moonlight--blog

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undignifiedpopemobile · 1 year

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my driver hotness rankings

besties and behateds of the jury, this is maybe the most unhinged thing i will ever post but it is my sistine chapel it is my mona lisa. this is to me what citizen kane was to orson welles. i will prove to you today that my driver hotness rankings are objectively correct. i have assembled the evidence i have constructed my argument. (love you ell this one's for you.)

nyck (i’m so sorry). look someone has to go last. i am not prejudiced against short kings but it must be acknowledged that in combination with the face he is giving gnome. also i have seen the shirtless pics, and he is more ripped than george for christ’s sake there are so many ridges on his torso. he looks, to steal a phrase from patton oswald, “painful to fuck.” and i don’t have a vibe check on him yet so there is nothing else to compel me (benoit blanc voice) also i am not yet convinced he’s fast, which would increase his standing, because, say it with me, being good at things is hot. check back in after a few races. the thing where they tied him to a wheel rack was funny but not enough.

pierre. he’s fooled so many people into thinking he’s attractive with his beard contour and his donald trump ass haircut covering a truly atrocious hairline but there is no force on earth that can cover being a crypto bro. i have known so many and they are, without exception, the worst and more irritating people on the planet. if you own an nft you are not hot. if you TALK about it you are less hot. he has abs or whatever but i honestly think he is too ripped, similar to nyck. and i haven’t even mentioned the fact he’s a pedophile! his narrative used to be compelling to me because he got kicked out of red bull and i love redemption but he is a mid driver and a bitch and christian was right to fire him.

lando. this one may be controversial but i’m right and i can prove it: he looks like he’s twelve years old. who am i, pierre? i think the fuck not. admittedly he has nice eyes but he has a very oddly-shaped head. i could snap him like a twig, which looking at my dating history is not necessarily a deal breaker, but it is if he’d whine like a little bitch the whole time. he has never known the touch of a woman and he never will. the vibes are also atrocious: he’s a spoiled brat, and his interests are twitch and golf?????? he might not say racial slurs but he definitely crosses the street if he sees a black man. says he feels “uncomfortable” being around gay men with his shit off. bitch. i must clarify that i don't actually hate him but he has committed the worst crime to me: being a little irritating.

checo. people say he looks like tom cruise with a double chin but i just watched top gun and no he fucking does not. he looks more grizzled than fernando but in a haggard way not in a rugged cowboy way and he’s got a dad bod but not in a hot way. and the vibes are fucking off, absolutely swagless. fucking come on he’s had two seasons of getting his ass HANDED to him by max every week. i know it’s hard to be max’s teammate or whatever but i am pointing to him and saying MID. i don’t know anything about him personally except he’s got rich sponsors, he probably cheated on his wife, and he’s a homophobe. however he will move up if he goes full rosberg in 2023 and ruins christian’s life i do not pretend to be unbiased. the thesis of this one is that it is not hot to be boring. but if he becomes interesting i will change my mind.

oscar. see lando. he looks like a child! i do not believe he is 21 they are LYING because he's actually 14 and it should be illegal to let him drive. i do not believe he remembers obama’s first election. he’s up higher because i believe he is considerably more attractive than lando he has a sweet honest face i would kiss his little cheeks. but is he hot? ask again in five years. the narrative is also compelling to me because he did said “fuck the french” and that is hot that is HOT, but again, as of yet no vibe check. i see something in his eyes that indicates to me he may win the twink war but until first blood is spilled that is only hypothetical. sorry oscar nothing against you honey.

kmag. ok look. maybe i just don’t remember what kmag actually looks like but the picture on the f1 website is not flattering he looks like the stock photo wincing old man. i don’t think he’s unattractive really but i cannot put him above the rest of this list i fear! when he got pole that was really hot but what else is he giving? talking about balls? that wasn’t hot when dan did it and it’s not hot for kmag either. the vibe check should have enough data to produce something but it is coming up empty!!! i just do not know i’m sorry kevin. you do not have the x factor. you are not irritating, but to me, you are boring.

estie! you know he was below kmag but today i saw that gifset of him with long hair…. i could fix him (get him a hair stylist) he’s uncomfortably lanky. rat man may be affectionate, but rat man nevertheless. also i played myself by comparing himself to the flushed away rat because now i cannot see him without thinking about that. he’s got a really hot girlfriend which means he’s probably a feminist (will go down on a woman) and i know he doesn’t come from money. both of these things compel me tis true! but they are not enough to overcome the tragic truth that he looks like a cartoon character

hulkenberg. look ell i know i said he was conventionally attractive and i stand by that. he IS. but he also looks like a fucking ken doll. he has the GR wax doll disease. he went into the uncanny valley and he fucking founded a city-state there he’s building fucking governance structures and supporting a small private army to defend trade routes. his skin is so like….. tight. uncomfortable. and he is not redeemed by the vibe check. a million fucking races and no podium? and he wasn't only in shit cars! he was supposed to be a world champion coming up through the feeder series and he fell short of his potential. falling short of your potential is narratively compelling, but not in a hot way. i am pressing the big buzzer that says MID. boring.

lance. literally forgot about him until i got to number seven and then i was like….. wait a minute wait a fucking minute. he and nando are mirror opposites lance is here purely by virtue of his conventionally attractive little face. i can hear the ghosts of my jewish ancestors telling me to settle down with the nice billionaire jewish boy. but you know what? his voice is fucking irritating as shit and he has the least interesting variety of daddy issues. he’s got no fucking personality and he’s a nepo baby and he’s a mid ass driver and lawrence will not convince me otherwise by holding a gun to nando’s head and making him say shit about how good his stupid little failson is.

NANDOOOOOOO ok i know this one is controversial but i don’t give a shit it’s my list. i know he’s fucking eighty do you think i care? no. i couldn’t give less of a shit what he looks like. all that matters to me is that he wakes up every single day and chooses to be a mischievous little bastard who foments….. something. el plan etc etc. yes he fucking blackmailed mclaren yes he has committed war crimes yes he is a misogynist. what is this twitter? i do not have to be morally correct here. and lest we forget he is in fact a fantastic fucking driver (hot). let the slow dismantling of the stroll dynasty begin. and he has the most important variable in my calculations: he is interesting.

guanyu. my problem here is vibe check coming up empty. he’s reasonably good looking, he’s nice, he seems to be in love with val (good taste! see the coffee video) he’s the second most stylish man in the paddock mostly by virtue of the competition being fucking pathetic. he’s a little short but i am not prejudiced against short kings! but personality wise i fear there is not much there although probably this is on me for being a dumb american and not speaking chinese. also he’s like. ungodly rich. like richer than stroll. and the CCP of it all is not beautiful. perhaps most damningly: is he a good driver? i do not know! give him another year, but the jury remains undecided. he is right in the middle but i reserve the right to move him up pending developments

logan. you don’t know how much it pains me to put this motherfucker in the top ten. he looks like he was recruited into the us military directly out of high school because he was failing english and knew he couldn’t get into college, but unfortunately he is also objectively very handsome. he’s not higher for obvious reasons (florida. donald trump.) but i cannot put him lower purely off the virtue of his captain america fucking face. fuck him i hope alex makes him cry real tears on track by lapping him in every single race. but he is hot. maybe he'll prove me wrong and he can stay here! but if he brings fucking..... jd vance or whatever as a guest to a gp it's straight to 20 i shit you not.

alex. out of all the men on this list alex is probably the one i would most like to date. he’s nice, he’s reasonably charming, he’s a feminist, he’s got the angst of losing that red bull seat without the pierre of it all, he’s got the compelling homoerotic friendship with george but you know what this is not sash’s list of dateable men it is driver hotness and we must acknowledge the fact that he is not particularly good looking! like estie he has a fucking banana nuts hot girlfriend, but facially he is not always giving. he’s cute; he’s not necessarily hot. he’s this high only because i kept bumping him up because i was like “well i can’t put him below fucking LOGAN”. also, while i believe he’s a good driver, is he REALLY good, or just good? beating the shit out of latifi does not convince me of anything! like mick beating the shit out of mazepin it’s pretty much guaranteed to happen.

max. ok ell hear me out. right now he is not looking too hot but it's because of the bad haircut and he’s not racing. being good at things, say it with me, is hot and the only thing, the ONLY THING in max’s life is being good at racing. he’s fucking fast. also, he seems like he’s actually kind of a fun guy. when he laughs at his own jokes that is very cute i think. the little eye crinkles. the cheeks. when he’s got his hair grown out a little and a five o’clock shadow going… he can fool me into thinking he’s actually good looking and doesn't a little bit resemble sid the sloth from the ice age movies (sorry. but it's true) and the version of him i have made up in my head and convinced myself is real is extremely fucking compelling!!!! admittedly the kelly dynamic almost knocked him down but it takes two people to make a dynamic and i guarantee you i would not be giving any maternal energy at all. i think i could fix him (introduce him to pegging)

yuki. that’s right fuck you. he’s funny as fuck and we could do karaoke together. i would carry him around in my tote bag and he could eat off the children’s menu at restaurants (cost of living is high you save where you can.) he’s giving face and he’s giving body he’s actually so fucking handsome and the reason people are sleeping on how beautiful he is is because of the particularities of anti-asian racism, where “western” people read traditionally east-asian features as unmasculine, and therefore they are either fetishized or dismissed as romantic/sexual partners entirely. well i’m anti-racism bitch! yuki is HOT! also i know he’s not that good at driving or whatever but do you know what’s even hotter than being good at things? not giving a SHIT!!!! yuki is the spiritual successor to kimi raikonnen on this grid i’m fucking right and i’m the only one brave enough to say it. f1 is a hobby for him and he treats the sport exactly as it should be treated (with disdain, like it’s a mild inconvenience or errand on par with vacuuming) maybe this is inconsistent with my "being good at things is hot theory" but you know what? fuck you. it's my list i do what i want. if i contradict myself than i contradict myself

george. yeah…… i’m quite frankly a little shocked and upset he’s this high. i know i made this list myself but i’m not keeping track very well in all honesty and i’m about four drinks in. but you know what? i’m not blaming alcohol. this is accurate for my hotness rankings. i’m a bit of a george girl at the moment. every new fact i learn about him makes him more compelling to me. he's the george bit of alex's homoerotic relationship with george! really i only need one story about him to compel me: getting himself into the merc driver program with the power of microsoft powerpoint. he’s the most “he’s just like me fr” driver on the grid for me and i’m a big enough woman to admit that. the version of him i’ve made up inside my head has a personality and you know what? unfortunately for the haters he has proved them all wrong and he’s an excellent fucking driver. i don’t think he’s better than lewis but he stood up to the pressure of that second merc seat fucking fantastically even with his biological father there judging his performance the whole time! and i know he looks a little bit like a robot but it must be admitted! he is attractive! he’s got a great body! idk i’m gaslighting myself i guess it’s my deep-seated american desire to infiltrate the upper classes of england and bring it all down from the inside. but i’m keeping him in spot number five. and fuck anyone who disagrees.

valtteri. i mean. other than yuki the closest to kimi we can get on the current grid. lost his merc seat and immediately said “my ass will be fully out for the rest of my life and there is nothing you can do about it” can you imagine the amount of time toto wasted just saying “no valtteri you cannot post hole on instagram”. he’s a feminist he’s an icon! he’s not an outstanding driver but he’s solid! by number of wins currently fourth best cunt on the grid i believe! the mustache! he has alex albon energy in that i would actually date him but i think he’s more attractive. he is the only blond-haired blue-eyed man on the list who does not even a little bit activate the “nazi detector” in my brain which is admittedly a little overactive in the current political climate. i don’t know love isn’t rational. but i love him. i love him, your honor. and you will not convince me otherwise with facts (he's not really objectively all that physically attractive)

carlos. look the ferrari boys were pretty close together and ell i know you disagree with me here but ultimately it comes down to one thing i will discuss in the charles ranking and a couple things i will discuss here. yes he’s hot. fucking obviously. it’s barely worth pointing it out he’s outrageously attractive. but as i have said many times hotness is about more than the physical! and the vibe check is mixed. he does have the most compelling flavor of daddy issues (father is loving and supportive but still an unattainable ideal. the closest thing to god on earth for carlos sainz jr is carlos sainz sr and what a terrible legacy that is to bear) but on the other hand golf! and he has a weird and not very sexy voice! and he’s probably violently catholic! and there’s stories about him being kind of a dick to fans! i did not verify either of those things but fuck you this isn't journalism. and, most damningly, i believe that when it comes to driving he is…… FUCKING MID. there i said it. he got lucky his first year with and he’s still in denial about being the second driver to charles leclerc. have you seen the fucking instagram? girl fred vasseur may say he'll let it be decided on track but charles is coming to family dinners in the vasseur household. delusion is not hot unless it’s in a funny way (see: fernando, el plan). and i swear to christ if he messes up even a single race for charles this season because he thinks he’s better i will knock him down to the bottom of his list without remorse.

charles. it’s my list fuck you. other than george, charles (the version of him i have made up inside my head) is the most like me on the grid. he is— pause for dramatic effect— fucking COMPELLING. (benoit blanc voice) you know i love a narrative and he’s got a fucking narrative. he plays the piano (hot) he’s got the sexiness of the french language without the lameness of being french (yes i believe monaco is a historical mistake and a geopolitical aberration and should be incorporated into france and all those cunts should pay taxes but objectively monaco is very sexy!!! walt whitman i contain multitudes) and he’s got the catholic guilt of driving for ferrari without the lameness of actual catholicism (looking at you carlos) is he the most interesting bitch in the world? no. but he can hold a conversation, he has more interests than just racing and video games, and he’s much funnier in french, and as these boring ass guys go he’s pretty funny even in english. also, again, takes two to make a dynamic and i am funny enough for any two people on the planet. also, and this must be said, he’s a fucking excellent driver. BEING GOOD AT THINGS IS HOT! AND we have not even mentioned the fact that physically speaking he is what we call a Specimen. he’s got body, he’s got face. i know you don’t think he does ell but with respect you are wrong. he’s got the cheekbones he’s got the nose he’s got the fucking ridiculous shoulder to hip ratio, he’s got the hand porn. he has literal protagonist eye syndrome (they appear to be different colors depending on the lighting) he’s fucking insanely hot.

Lewis. I mean it’s just quite literally the only correct answer. he’s giving face, he’s giving body. the tattoos! dan thinks he has cool tattoos but he has pete davidson disease lewis actually has really cool tattoos. but his hotness is literally the least compelling thing about him. he’s multi-talented (music??? so hot) he’s not just a racer, but like, let’s not discount the fact he is the best f1 driver of all time. like i’ve established it’s hot when people are good at things (except golf). he’s not a businessman he’s a business, man. he’s got mad fucking drip. his politics are.............. of mixed quality really but by comparison he's practically bernie sanders. of all the drivers he’s the one i think i could make a socialist if i had a twenty minute conversation with him. i could get him to read marx i could get him to read zizek. not even to mention the compelling fucking narrative of his life. the karting years the brocedes of it all the mclaren civil war he is producing CONTENT. yes he speaks like a motivational poster and the dog account is cringe but the flaws make him human. if he were too perfect he would be less hot.

this is the judgement of the court

#ell i love you but this really should not see the light of day #max verstappen #charles leclerc #lewis hamilton #valtteri bottas #carlos sainz #george russell #yuki tsunoda #alex albon #sigh. why did i write this #oh that's right! drunk.

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lazy — jjk

A spring sunday morning, a cool breeze entering through the open window making the blinds move softly. Jungkook and you were sleeping very peacefully. No alarms, no hurry, no college or jobs. Everything was perfect.

You started waking up slowly, and you turned to the side so you could see your boyfriend also waking up, but he just layed there with his eyes closed, smiling, knowing you were looking at him.

"Good morning." Jungkook said, still smiling, putting his arms behind his head so he could rest on them.

"Morning, love." you replied back, leaving a soft kiss on the man's cheek.

You took the covers off of yourself, but Jungkook grabbed you by your arm and pulled you towards him to hug you.

"Don't leave yet."

"I've to go to class, Jeon." your voice was muffled by Jungkook's chest, making him laugh.

"Aren't you silly? Today's Sunday." Jungkook let you go just a little bit of his tight grip, never hiding his smile, just to get near you and give you a kiss.

But you moved aside as fast as possible.

"I can't kiss you! I've morning breath." you said.

"I've literally eaten your—"

"Jungkook! Don't even finish that sentence." you knew what he was gonna say. It may be early but he's always dirty minded. "Just let me go."

"No. Never." Jungkook placed a kiss on your forehead.

You gave up and rested your head on your boyfriend's chest. You look up and just admire him. It's shocking how he can look so handsome but cute at the same time.

You were so in love with each other. Neither of you could believe you would ever get to live a love like this but you are now, and are enjoying it every single second of it. It's funny too, how at the start you were both assholes scared of commitment and now look at you.

"Jungkook." you called his name.

"Yes?" he said with the softest voice, placing a strand of your hair behind you ear, looking at you with loving eyes.

"I love you. Really, I do."

Jungkook smiled and hugged you tighter (if that was even possible).

"And I love you more. More than you can imagine, baby."

You smiled, like a silly girl in love, listening to his sweet words. You then left a short kiss on his jawline.

"Are you hungry?" Jungkook asked.

"I am, actually, I didn't have dinner yesterday. I'm starving."

You took advantage that he got distracted by thinking of food and left the bed to go brush your teeth. But when he saw you standing up, his comments never fail.

"You look so good with my shirt and of course nothing underneath."

"Jungkook, I swear to God."

After that, you got to the kitchen and saw Jungkook following you.

"Babe, you think you could make pancakes?" you asked him. Jungkook did sure make delicious pancakes.

"Sure." He said, turning to you to give you a small peck.

You thanked him and sat, patiently waiting while scrolling through your phone. Although, you could see a shirtless Jungkook cooking, and you decided that was more enertaining than your phone. You could appreciate how the muscles on his back moved, at the same time as his arms, hair. You could see his side profile once in a while, smiling at the cute expression he makes when he focus on something.

"Stop looking at me, y/n."

"I'm not looking."

"Then why are you drooling, huh?"

You rolled your eyes at him, and stood up to go where he was standing. You hugged him from behind, and he smiled as he felt your arms embracing him. He loved being close to you. You weren't corny, you found it cringy sometimes but Jungkook made you different. Calling him all sort of pet names, never being able to stop touching him. But all of that just made Jungkook see how much you loved him.

"Food's ready." He said, with a smile.

You now placed a little kiss on his back and went to the refrigerator to grab some honey, butter, and set the table.

You both talked and ate peacefully, like you always do. Talking about life updates, bills to pay and sometimes there was silence but it was comfortable. You had to admit that you living together just made you appreciate his company more, it made a great change in you. He changed you for the better.

And living together and being able to wake up to each other's faces, just made this adventure more incredible than it already was.

(english is not my first language, sorry for any mistake)

#bts #bts fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook drabble #jungkook smut #jungkook x y/n #jungkook #jeon jungkook #kpop

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fan-fantasies · 2 years

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A/N: hello lovelies! I hope you’ve all been enjoying Breezy’s amazing art! She continues to blow me away which each new design. So anyway, this is based on a tiktok I saw and I thought it would make for a good angsty story. This could have a part two if anyone wants it!

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of cheating

Please comment and reblog

It was a well known fact that you and Billy Hargrove were fuck buddies. The lesser known fact was that you two were also in a very committed and loving relationship. Neither of you ever felt the need to address it but it wasn’t kept hidden either.

Billy was still a hard-ass in public but behind closed doors he was sweet and attentive. You knew all the women around town wanted him, but the only thing that mattered was that he wanted you and no one else. Of course, doubt would creep in from time to time and on those days Billy would spend hours worshipping your body in bed, reassuring you that he loved you and no one could take him as perfectly as you could.

You were excited when Billy took a summer job as a lifeguard, giving you an excuse to hang out at the pool more often- getting to ogle a shirtless Billy was just a bonus. His eyes would always find yours every so often, sending you a wink and panty-dropping smile.

You forgot your sunscreen in your bag, realizing it soon after you sat down. You knew Billy was going on shift soon so you didn’t wanna bother him by asking him to grab it. You made your way back into the locker room to grab it, leaving your towel on your seat so no one would take it.

Billy looked for you but couldn’t find you in your usual spot. He was too busy looking and didn’t notice someone standing right in front of him.

“Hello, Billy,” Mrs.Wheeler purred.

“Mrs.Wheeler, good afternoon.” Billy threw on his charming smirk out of instinct.

“So the ladies and I were wondering,” she said motioning back to her friends, “is (Y/N) your girlfriend girlfriend or are you two just having fun?”

“Well we definitely have fun,” he chuckled. Neither of them noticed you walking up behind the lifeguard station, overhearing every word.

“If you’re ever looking for some more fun, we might have some openings.” Karen’s smile was sickeningly sweet.

“I, uh, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” Billy said awkwardly.

You decided you had enough and pushed past the two of them, snatching your towel from your seat. Billy’s eyes widened as he saw you storm off.

“Girlfriend girlfriend, got it,” Karen sighed before heading back to her friends.

“Yeah, hopefully,” he mumbled.

He had half a mind to blow off his shift and chase after you, but he really needed the money. He had been saving up to buy you something really special but he probably just blew it.

By the end of his short shift, he was losing his mind. He needed to talk to you and explain that it wasn’t what it looked like.

He sped through town even faster than usual just to get to your house. You usually kept the back door unlocked for him but it didn’t budge when he tried to open it. He ran around to the front of the house and knocked, tapping his foot impatiently.

He could see a shadow ascending the stairs through the frosted glass windows and he sighed. He ran to his car and grabbed a few things from the glove box. He went around back again and started to mess around with the lock. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard the little click before swinging the door open.

He ran up to your room and didn’t bother knocking on the door. You sat on your bed, glaring at him with an anger, a hurt, that he had never seen on your features before.

“You really locked me out of my own home?” He asked. Probably not how he should’ve opened but he really didn’t know what else to say.

“It’s my parents’ home, they’re just kind enough to let you stay here,” you snapped. Billy was allowed to live in your basement apartment after you explained to your parents what his home life was like. You promised not to get pregnant and to not let your grades slip so they let him stay.

“Nothing even happened!”

“That I know of!” You shouted back. “I guarantee if I wasn’t there to hear it myself you wouldn’t have said shit. So how do I know there aren’t other things going on behind my back?”

“Are you being serious right now? I’ve never done anything behind your back,” he said.

“How do I know that though?”

“You have to trust me!”

“Because you’re my boyfriend?” You asked.

“Yes!”

“And because I’m your girlfriend?”

“Exactly!”

“Then why didn’t you say it?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fought back the tears.

Billy froze.

Why didn’t he say it? It should’ve been a simple answer, yet he didn’t say it.

The longer he hesitated, the tighter your chest got.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get. Out. We’re done, Billy. So now you can go around and entertain anyone you want, or keep entertaining them if that’s what you’ve been doing.” You didn’t make eye contact with him and he didn’t want to believe you meant it.

“Baby, please. I’m sorry. Tell me how to fix this,” he pleaded. He took a step toward you but you matched his step with one of your own.

“Please leave, Billy,” you whispered.

“Where am I supposed to go?” He asked.

“That’s not my problem anymore.”

Billy’s chest felt tight and he wanted to fall into your arms, sobbing for forgiveness. But he was too proud for that. So instead, he left you in silence as tears began to roll down your cheeks. Part of you expected him to fight harder, but the other part wasn’t sure you wanted him to.

Billy knew you were too good for him but he was too selfish to let you go. So even though he left your house, opting to sleep in his car, he began thinking of ways to win you back.

#billy Hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove angst #stranger things

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juniperhillpatient · 5 months

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thank you for tagging me @kiki-strike !! <33

10 characters 10 fandoms 10 (ish) tags!

1. Azula ATLA - she's a girlboss. she's a pathetic poor little meow meow. she's a manipulative mastermind. she's a socially awkward wreck. she's a child soldier whose mother left her & who's father treated her like a weapon. she's the most formidable villain the heroes have ever faced. i love her

2. Ashley Graves TCOAAL - a controversial pick MAYBE but I love to see a demon-worshipping cannibal queen winning (committing unspeakable acts but it's ok because her mom didn't love her & also she is baby have u considered that?) i think ashley should be allowed to commit all the atrocities she wants as a treat on the grounds that her parents were so awful they left her to starve to death & before that, pretended not to notice when she & her brother accidentally killed a girl in middle school

3. Natalie Scatorcio, Yellowjackets - 2 cannibal queens in a row I must have a type <3 I love a tragic hero who is also a violent, dangerous & unstable individual. forgiveness is a nice idea but my poor doomed antler queen will never live to see it... she was a gentle soul (ignore the atrocities) who never got to see a single moment of peace or gentleness in her life

4. Sam Carpenter, Scream - it was nearly impossible for me to pick between my best girls Sidney, Emma, & Sam for this list but I have to go Sam. she's the daughter of a serial killer. she enjoys stabbing people. she sees visions of her dead dad telling her to kill but she loves her friends & her sister more than anything. i adore my dangerous & violent but also oh so sweet babygirl

5. Faith Lehane Buffy the Vampire Slayer - listen, Buffy is the obvious choice for the best character in Buffy OFC. but have you considered. faith is broken & hurt & a little crazy with jealousy & obsession with buffy. she's the dark slayer. she has a dynamic with the wacky evil demonic town mayor that mirrors buffy's relationship with her wholesome (mostly. sometimes demon rebelly) librarian mentor as the dark side of the coin. she's never had anyone pick her first & it kills her but she pretends she doesn't care. i'd die for her

6. Baby Firefly - this time not a confirmed cannibal but my girl is into corpse desecration & necrophilia so I think this is a great list that proves I have excellent taste in fictional characters. "there is no wrong. if someone needs to be killed you kill 'em! that's the way :)"

7. Beth Salinger, Hostel 2 - fave final girl my bestie had a hot lesbian enemies to almost lovers to beheading you & playing soccer with the head dynamic with an evil secret society member who tried to lure her to her death. she also cut off the penis of the man who dared to fuck with her & fed it to a dog so like what more can you even want from a character <3

8. Dennis Reynolds IASIP - having dennis as my fave is soo embarrassing he's such a basic fave but genuinely he's SO fucking pathetic & sad beneath the layers of fake manipulative suave cool rich kid that he thinks he conveys (he doesn't). he's literally just a sad little girl who falls apart & curls up on he ground crying when things get overwhelming. everyone who doesn't understand him thinks he's a mastermind serial killer but they are FALLING FOR HIS ACT

9. Katherine Pierce TVD - THEY HATE TO SEE A GIRLBOSS WINNINGGGGGGG (I don't know Scarlet Witch but I think it's funny to steal the description for #9 for Katherine from the person who tagged me in this hehe) anyway it's funny for me to pick Katherine when I named my cat damon & I have a ginormous shirtless poster of ian somerhalder literally over my bed I'm looking at it right now BUT hear me out. Katherine is my real fave. unforgivable villain who always chooses herself first & also mirrors the protagonist & also she was just a girl once too, a pregnant, scared young girl. if the writers cared about me specifically at all we would've gotten a spin off of Katherine & her daughter instead of what we got

10. Annie Edison Community - much like with buffy the vampire slayer & buffy summers, there is a correct answer to which community character is objectively the best & it's obviously abed. BUT my subjective fave that I latch onto is annie. she's just so babygirl. she had a nervous breakdown in high school because she was always too perfect. she's just out of rehab for adderall when we meet her but it's mostly only referenced or flashed back to as a joke. we never meet her parents but the quotes she references from them are deeply disturbing if you turn off the laugh track & pay attention. she has a fucked up relationship with her good older male friend because #daddy issues. she is obsessed with true crime. there's a monkey named after her boobs. she's the ONLY member of the study group who could've EVER lived with troy & abed & incorporated herself into their dynamic the way she does in episodes like foosball & nocturnal vigilantism. my girl is so silly & a little crazy <3

anyway

thank u for the tag i love rambling about my fave characters!!

I tag: @missjessefantastico, @theowritesfiction @dont-leafmealone, @peony-pearl, @stalker-among-the-stars @bearsandbeansart @chasingfictions @hello-nichya-here, @lunaintheskyforever, @gathering0gloom, @jctko, @jet-apologistmybadhomies, @745voiceofthepeople, @prodogg, @matchamarshmallow

ok if you wanted to be tagged please just say I tagged you also no pressure to the people I tagged it's just for fun if u want :)

#tag games #ty <333 #this is in no particular order #i just kinda thought of characters & media I like as I went hahaha

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I keep thinking about the rookie!Nico au and was wondering if you have more? 🥺👉👈

hi there! it's your lucky day cause I woke up today thinking about them... hehe. for the uninitiated; here's Part One

the AU is 7 time World Champion Lewis Hamilton gets transported into a universe where Nico Rosberg was never his bestie turned worstie, but a young rookie who got the 2022 merc seat.

Lewis sometimes stared at Nico with so much scrutiny Nico has to wonder; does he hate me? Does the 7-time World Champion, the greatest of all time bar Michael, hate me? And Nico always thought Lewis is better than Michael, growing up. Because Mika was better than Michael, and Lewis is better than Mika.

World Champions are neurotic, asshole, perfectionists -- Nico would know, he was raised by them. If he wanted to be one, he had to let all of it slide down his back and take it as a learning opportunity. He knew this. But sometimes Lewis made these pointed remarks, like if he spoke German with his German engineers or hung around Toto more for guidance, assuming malice where there wasn't any. Nico had to wonder if his relationship with Valtteri wasn't as good as it was portrayed in the media to justify this deep seated paranoia when it came to Nico.

At the same time... being with Lewis was exhilarating. It's hard to not let the hero worship cloud his vision, he is every bit the man in the flesh and even though Nico jerked off to his shirtless Snapchat stories countless times; pretending they were sent to only him. But being able to trace the compass tattoo in the middle of his chest with his tongue, feel his beating heart and dark gaze on Nico -- who stared at him through the blonde hair falling across his face, it felt no less than a devout religious experience. He would stay on his knees forever if Lewis Hamilton asked. Lewis also didn't disappoint, he must've been a sex god or something because he seemed to know Nico's body better than he even did. Knew exactly how he fell apart when he pressed the inside of his wrist and bit down on his shoulder, knew how to treat him so well; so intimately familiar as if he had known him in another life. Lewis was so, so intense, would handle Nico like a starving man to water, as if it was the last time he was allowed to touch him. It's the type of sex that made one stupid and blurt out things like 'I love you' so Nico would bite down on his fist instead.

Afterwards though, Nico always made sure to never overstay his welcome and leave the motorhome first. This time he was bragging about he had 3 dates that Thursday -- he'd finally qualified as famous enough for Raya and wanted to let someone know, and Lewis was known for his string of famous girlfriends.

Instead, Lewis frowned, "You don't have a committed long term girlfriend, or something? One girl forever type deal?"

"Fuck no?" That made Nico feel defensive. Lewis, of all people, was judging him? When he knew how hard it was to have a relationship when all people saw was shiny, sparkling racing driver. Yeah, he went on a lot of dates and never settled down, so what? Everyone his age was on multiple dating apps, Lando couldn't stop DMing girls on Instagram no matter how many times he got exposed for it.

"Huh." Lewis leaned back against the pillow, sounding a little surprised. "Who would've thought. Nico Rosberg's a slut." He sounded joking, even though Nico in unsure when he had given off pure, virginal vibes that Lewis would any impression to the contrary at all. He raised a middle finger at him, grinning, if only people knew this is how their forever grateful World Champion spoke in private. It felt weirdly intimate, to see Lewis so relaxed with his guards down, even if they had just had sex.

To get back at Lewis though, when they were all at the Mercedes after party Nico found his way towards one time WDC turned commentator who has recently been very complimentary about his driving, Jenson Button. Jenson was very much his type; older, handsome, folded like a house of cards as Nico shamelessly flirted with him.

"You remind me a bit of Britney Spears, cause you're so beautiful." Jenson leaned to say in his ear over the noise of the party, and Nico rolled his eyes. Jesus, that's the thing about going for men twice his age -- their references are dated as fuck.

"Bet I am, old man." Nico bit back, dangerously close to be appropriate in his arms. It was 2022, who the fuck cared if a guy had long hair anymore? Across the room, he made eye contact with Lewis who seemed to glaring at the display they seemed to make.

Later, Lewis had Nico pinned against the bathroom wall, pants around their knees, and he'd whispered harshly against his ear, "You don't fucking change, do you?"

Whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. Nico got too caught up enjoying himself and the thrill of winning to care.

Nico pits for softs. Lewis fumbles the safety car restart. Verstappen wins, yet again. Nico finishes P2 -- still his career best so far.

Lewis is furious in the Merc debriefing room, what could've been his win had the strategy team had the foresight and made the correct call. Nico couldn't help the slink down in his seat as it felt like Lewis' criticisms were being pointed more towards him than the team, still wearing his P2 cap because his hair was champagne soaked.

"You can't be a team player for once, can you?" Lewis seethes at him when everyone's left. Nico blinks at that, that's a little unfair as if he has been anything but a team player so far.

"Lewis, my tyres were gone. The team agreed to pit me. Take it up with them." Nico says coolly, bubbling inside in hurt. That Lewis thought he was purposefully screwing with his race or something.

"You make that call heading into the pits, that's not a little suspicious?" Lewis points out with an edge to his voice, laughing sarcastically. "Sure thing, man."

It really got to Nico, it burned at him to be accused of something he flagrantly didn't do, that Lewis was hellbent on seeing him without any benefit of the doubt -- like he hadn't earned it. As if he's not painfully aware if the team had to choose between one of them on the podium, they'd prefer Lewis. He knew his role in this team, even if Lewis thought otherwise.

"You weren't fast enough for the Redbull. I made the right call for my car, without which we wouldn't even have a Mercedes on podium. I won't apologize for racing." Nico's heart thudded in his chest as he confronted his literal hero, a seven time World Champion over strategy calls.

Lewis does something extremely peculiar. He backs off, from where he was crowding Nico, a bittersweet smile on his face. He just assessed Nico, silently, before leaving.

Nico was left wondering, completely confused, if Lewis preferred that he stood up for himself for once? Did he want him to stand his ground more?

#rookie nico!au #brocedes #my fics #f1 rpf #blorbocedes ask #I actually love this verse #lewis has something beautiful in his hands who never hurt him and will mold him into someone more familiar and sharp #or something idk #as always praise is the biggest motivator of my heart #and is very much appreciated!🥰#a hint of princess cake cause it's me after all

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nico-di-genova · 1 year

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Things from Garrett’s panel at Megacon:

Said he crashes on Charlie’s Hunnam’s couch and that Charlie was the main motivator behind him starting to go to conventions.

Also explained he and Charlie are each others biggest supporters. Roles they audition for will usually come down to him, Charlie or some other guy. He said he and Charlie always hope one of them gets it, but it usually always ends up going to the other guy.

Joked about feeling inadequate compared to Charlie, because Charlie had shirtless photos at his booth that fans could get signed. Their booths were right next to each other too, so he said he was always looking over and just seeing the pictures.

Talked about filming Triple Frontier, and how the other guys would get to go out and relax on the beach (“Oscar Isaac is out there shirtless and sipping from a drink with a little umbrella in it”) while he was practicing three hours a day for a Benny fight scene that ultimately got cut.

Still expressed how much he loved filming Triple Frontier, and getting to work with Ben Affleck, Oscar Isaac and Charlie.

Had the whole room laughing and giggling tbh, like he is actually so effortlessly funny.

Talked about how he’s fascinated by the beatnik generation, specifically Jack Kerouac and how he tried to get in character for his role in On the Road by road-tripping during his free time and trying to write in the beatnik style. He said he liked how freeing the writing from that era felt, like a free flow of thoughts. (So real for that tbh, I did like three presentations on the beatniks in high school because they are truly so intriguing)

Talked about Tim McGraw and how they met when Tim played his character’s dad in Friday Night Lights. Also talked about Rhodes (his son) a little bit and how Tim is Rhodes grandfather.

The last question of the Q&A portion was had he ever pulled from his own personal life in order to portray a character (specifically did him losing his father in real life impact how he portrayed Sam in Tron: Legacy). Garrett said no, that he tried to keep his personal life separate from the characters and tried not to entangle a role into personal matters. He also explained that Joseph Kosinski (Tron: Legacy director) fought Disney to keep Garrett’s contract open ended, so that he wouldn’t be tied down to filming while his father’s health was declining and could be with his family when he needed to be.

Stayed after a little bit, even when they were clearly trying to get him off the stage, to talk to fans and take pictures. He was like that all day tbh, very committed to giving each person their individual time and trying to connect with everyone.

#garrett hedlund #I was gonna film then got self conscious #so I took notes instead!#he talked about Charlie so much tbh #it was giving little brother looking up to his big brother energy

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hisokas-toybox · 2 years

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How the adult trio deal with having a crush

Brand new content from me for this new sideblog! As the title says, this is a list of headcanons about how I imagine each member of the adult trio would behave if they had a crush on the reader.

Illumi

· Definitely the least functional of the trio when it comes to handling a crush.

· If you’re in the same room/space he will watch you constantly. He can’t help it, you’re beautiful to him and he just can’t take his eyes off you.

· Low key stalks you – wherever you are he’ll be nearby. Even if he needs to be somewhere far away from you for a mission, he’ll still know exactly where you are/who you’re with etc.

· Will do an extensive background check on you, he probably knows your family history better than you do.

· If you have any exes that hurt you or were ever bullied in your life, those people are now dead.

· Probably didn’t even know that what he was feeling was a crush until someone else (most likely Hisoka) pointed it out.

· Is freaked out and ashamed that he has feelings for someone. Assassins don’t need feelings he’s been trained to avoid this, why is this happening???

· Tries to hide his crush. No-one can know about it; feelings are weak after all! (Literally everyone knows he’s into you. It’s painfully obvious and the more he tries to hide it the more obvious it becomes)

· Has definitely considered killing you to stop this crazy obsession. Ultimately decided against it since that would mean not getting to see you anymore.

· His internet history is a rabbit hole of wikihows on how to get over a crush/talk to a crush/get them to notice you/how to plan a wedding.

· Somehow still clueless.

· It’s sad because all this shame comes from trauma and abuse

· But the sheer awkwardness is also kind of cute.

· Chances are, if you like him back, you’ll have to make the first move, and the second, and probably third too…

· If he somehow does ask you out first though it will be AWKWARD AF.

· Probably sounds more like a command to go out with him than a request, but there’s a little hint of a blush on his cheeks that gives away how nervous he is.

· He doesn’t actually mean to be creepy towards you; he just has NO IDEA how to act like a normal person at the best of times, and the fact you make him feel things just makes him get even stranger.

· Not big on physical affection, will absolutely be a blushing mess if your hands accidently touch even slightly. If you do date him it could take some time before he starts to enjoy being touched and even longer before he actively seeks physical touch.

· You’ll need set up clear boundaries and have a lot of patience, but if you do date him it’ll be worth it as he gets more comfortable with you.

· If you two do get together, Illumi will expect full commitment and pretty quick too. Expect to be married within a year.

· If you’re not interested, be gentle but be clear. He won’t persist if you reject him, but he will be a sad boy deep down. (why would you reject him though, he’s so pretty and just wants to be loved?)

Hisoka

· Oh. This boy.

· Not remotely ashamed/embarrassed by his crush on you.

· Makes it a point to make his attraction known to you, and anyone else in the vicinity. Often explicitly.

· Will make any excuse to be around you.

· Shows off constantly whenever he’s around you (with his nen, his card tricks, bragging about his latest fight or even just walking around shirtless for no reason).

· Endless compliments, flirting and innuendo.

· Hands. Everywhere. Hisoka is a very tactile person so expect to be used as an armrest/headrest if you’re shorter than him (likely) and for little touches to your shoulders/arms/legs as he talks to you. Will also chance his luck grabbing your ass and playing footsie with you if you’re at a table

· He will ask you out first.

· He’ll invite you on a date initially to have some class, but he’s not shy about just straight up propositioning you for sex.

· He’s not fussy about taking it slow

· If you do date him it might not necessarily be a serious or long-term thing, but it will be fun.

· If you reject him, (Again, why would you reject him? Have you not SEEN those abs???) he won’t be deterred. He’ll see it as a challenge and keep pursuing you, enjoying it if you get annoyed (he may ease up on the touching if you’re really uncomfortable but don’t expect much else).

· If you keep rejecting him, he will eventually either find someone else or just get bored and leave you alone.

Chrollo

· Honestly the most normal of the three.

· Will do some background research on you to make sure you meet his high standards. May discreetly “acquire” some of your possessions/photos which he’ll keep safely hidden away.

· Not embarrassed by his crush on you, but definitely more refined and subtle in the way he pursues it.

· Carefully engineers situations where he can interact with you directly.

· Actually works to build a rapport with you before asking you out.

· Pretty smooth talker, very charming and gives a lot of compliments.

· Direct in asking you out, it’s very clear he likes you and wants to take you on a date.

· Genuinely interested in you, curious about your hobbies/passions/likes and dislikes.

· Gives you a lot of gifts that relate to what you talk about. (Don’t ask where/how he gets them!)

· Won’t touch you until he’s certain you’re interested, and even then, he keeps things very classy and respectful.

· Is always very cool and suave on the outside, but inside he gets excited to see you and longs to touch you. Already thinks of you as his.

· If you do date him, it’ll likely be a long-term thing that he’ll take slowly and carefully but with strong commitment.

· If you turn him down, (I actually WOULD turn Chrollo down so no questions on your taste here) he’ll be very gracious about it and won’t continue to pursue you. (Likely to disappear for a long time without any warning though. There may also be a spike in large scale crime which may or may not be related).

· You may find yourself being hunted down by the remaining Phantom Troupe members for “disrespecting the Boss” if you reject Chrollo.

#Hunter X Hunter #hxh #headcanons #chrollo #illumi #hisoka #mine #new content!

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tsukuyomii45 · 7 months

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I actually want to hear some modern AU headcanons of jealous Yahiko and Rin, seeing both Obito and Konan flirting with each other.

Mmm~ I love this ask.

Alright, so I often imagine that Obito and Konan have a FWB type of relationship. HEAVY on the Benefits.

They're literally each other's booty call. They would hit up each other late at night for a nice hook-up, then share some beer and maybe a cigarette after they have sex. But their flirting game is intensely hot, its always subtle hands touching and dirty talk when they're out and about.

Konan and Yahiko have an on-off relationship because he tends to make her take the backseat for the sake of rising up in his career. So, most of the time they just put off their relationship and try to get through life individually, which also means they can see other people.

Rin is oblivious to Obito's feelings for her. She tends to get attracted to men who are afraid of commitment or are not into a relationship, while Obito, who has been her best friend since their childhood, is already willing to marry her but he cannot approach someone that doesn't SEE him.

He and Konan met at a bar. They talked about their failing love lives over a drink, then hooked up. After hooking up they just wondered "what the fuck they're doing" and then just told each other that this meant nothing and it was just a release. They agreed to be FWB after.

Yahiko found them together one day when he was visiting Konan. A shirtless Obito is the one that answers the door, much to Yahiko's shock and confusion, lol. That's when he knew that there is something between these two.

Rin found out about Obito and Konan when she was going over to Obito's house (at a time where she knows he would be home) and found him and Konan standing outside his door pressed up against each other, with his hands on her hips, thumbs teasing the skin underneath her tight shirt, and her arms wrapped around his neck as they were about to lean in for a hot kiss. Rin's presence shocked the two out of their embrace, and Obito starts to fumble, while Rin tries to hold a fake smile as she casually excuses herself.

This wouldn't be the first time Rin sees Obito together with Konan. She tends to be very unlucky when she wants to see Obito to spend more time with him in hopes that he would be with her more often, not that she can explain why she feels so threatened by Konan, but sadly she would come in right when Konan was leaving, and Obito is laying back on his couch shirtless with unzipped jeans on, or when she wants to hang out with him, Obito would tell her that he's busy right now (in the middle of screwing Konan).

Rin ends up fully resenting Konan, feeling utterly defeated, as though Obito has been stolen away from her. It makes her anxious and angry because she has to fake being normal with Obito when all she wants to do is scream and cry at how different things are and how she felt like she was losing him, even if he and Konan are so-called FWB. She can sense that they're getting closer and closer and she HATES it.

Yahiko would fucking hate the sight of Obito afterwards, and resents the fact that his company is literally under the control of Obito's company in the corporate world. He and Obito would bicker and have quarrels where Obito would merely find amusement in Yahiko's resentment and anger, and sinisterly bring up Konan and casually throw low jabs about how he let go of her and how lucky he is that a deliciously hot woman is in his arms now, enjoying the look of shock on Yahiko's face. Work drama between them starts to ensue, where they throw jabs at each other when they cross paths and they're usually found yelling at each other behind glass doors that are sound proof, and it's ALWAYS about Obito and Konan's relationship.

Obito teasingly asks Konan later in bed whether he should enhance security measures and look out for any assassination attempts because of her ex-boyfriend.

One day during a formal event, Yahiko takes Konan with him as his date, and Obito takes Rin (much to her delight). But then later, they would both see Obito standing with Konan, whispering in her ear and smirking while she playfully swats his arm. Or when they're sitting at the same table, Konan and Obito would literally eye-sex each other right there, and Yahiko needs to hold back from gagging, while Rin tries her best to remain composed despite the painful emotions she feels.

It ends up being a very shitty night for Yahiko and Rin.

Yahiko and Konan end up having a few lashouts and arguments because of her relationship with Obito and how much attention she is giving him, and Konan tells him what she does is none of his business and things wouldn't be this way if he knew how to be in a relationship. He tries to plead with her by saying she will only get hurt again if she keeps up with this, but Konan can only tell Yahiko is saying all of this out of seething jealousy that another man is touching her.

Rin would try to question why Obito isn't dating her if they've been sleeping together, but Obito says that's not something he likes to talk about. Rin would often get riled up when he shuts her down because she hates the fact that someone other than her managed to take away his attention. She wants to see Obito but all she could think of is Konan. She didn't think it would take Obito being with someone else to realize who was always there for her the most. Rin would try to steal back Obito's attention by trying to go out and spend time with them in their favorite places, much to Obito's joy, but she'll always get punched in the gut when she sees Obito smirking at his phone sometimes or answering a quick phone call with an amused look on his face.

#naruto shippuden #obito uchiha #uchiha obito #obikonan #konan akatsuki #akatsuki #rin nohara #under the influence

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soft-bellied-tannies · 1 year

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Everyone's A Winner

Read here or on AO3!

It was Taehyung’s idea because of course it was.

Their group of friends was at a pizza place after enjoying a night out at the club.

Yoongi and Namjoon were in a deep conversation about song lyrics while Hoseok was minutes away from sleep, his head moving back and forth between both their shoulders as he cuddled with his boyfriends in the corner of their booth.

Taehyung and Jimin were sitting next to each other, sipping on water and watching their boyfriends across the table who were both somehow still eating.

The group had ordered pizzas for the table to share, but Jin and Jungkook probably had eaten a full pizza each by this point. Both already had big appetites and they became absolutely ravenous when drunk.

“Gguk is going to be so bloated in the morning. He drank beer at the club and now the pizza - I don’t understand how he doesn’t have a stomachache. I do from just watching him,” Jimin said as he leaned into Taehyung’s shoulder, growing pretty tired himself.

Taehyung hummed in agreement. “I know, right? I swear I would gain twenty pounds in a month if I ate the way Jinnie does.”

Jimin giggled as he thought about their boyfriends’ diets catching up with them. “You know what’s annoying though? I bet both of them would still look great if they gained twenty pounds. I’d look like a frumpy mess.”

“Oh hush, I bet it would all go to your ass and you would look hot as fuck,” Taehyung countered, poking his best friend’s side and making him laugh. He was a little caught up on Jimin’s comment though.

“Actually, I think they would look pretty great with another twenty pounds, Min.”

Jimin looked at him with a brow raised, seeming intrigued. “I mean, I think Ggukie would look incredible no matter what, but what are you suggesting? Those two eat like this almost every weekend and look at them - you would never know.”

Taehyung crossed his arms and thought it over. “How about a little wager?”

“Go on…” Jimin replied, interested in his best friend’s scheme.

“Twenty pounds starting tomorrow. Whoever can fatten their boyfriend up the quickest gets a fancy date night paid for by the loser,” Taehyung declared, watching his best friend’s eyes widen at the suggestion.

Jimin thought it over and held out his hand, thinking about how hot he found the idea of giving Jungkook a soft tummy. “You’re on.”

—

Jimin knew it was going to take planning to beat Taehyung since he was aware that the other couple had tried their hand at a fair share of food-related stuff in the bedroom. He had heard all about the best orgasm of Taehyung’s life which involved Jin eating whipped cream off his boyfriend.

Although, there were two things that worked in his favor - Jungkook was absolutely the most competitive person he knew and they both had intense praise kinks. Jimin knew he could use it in their favor.

His main approach was honesty, dropping the idea to Jungkook as they were getting ready for bed. The large amount of pizza had sobered his boyfriend enough to talk it over and surprisingly, Jungkook was completely on board.

Jungkook said he had always enjoyed Jimin calling the shots, he loved a challenge, especially against Jin, and, the most shocking admission, he actually knew about feedism from the sexual psychology class he took as a gen ed credit.

They decided that the whole thing would get called off as soon as one of them stopped enjoying themselves and any limits could be thrown in as they figured things out. Jungkook also made it very clear that he had every intention of beating Jin, fancy date or not, which made Jimin laugh.

Jimin also found that Jungkook was full of good ideas as his boyfriend suggested they ‘consummate’ their deal together - just for commitment's sake.

Waking up the next morning, Jimin did a little research on his phone while laying in bed. He looked over Jungkook’s shirtless body as his boyfriend was snuggled up against his side and noticed that he was bloated just as Jimin had guessed the night before.

However, Jimin was noticing for the first time that he thought his boyfriend looked really great with a bit of softness around his middle. Jungkook looked sturdy and strong like Jimin could spend hours warm and safe in his arms.

He placed a gentle kiss on Jungkook’s forehead and gave his stomach a tentative press, testing the waters for himself and thinking about how the twenty pounds would add to his boyfriend’s figure. Jimin would admit that his excitement was growing as he made his plans.

When he finally woke up, Jungkook found a bowl of hangover soup on the counter with ibuprofen and an americano next to a note from Jimin that said he would be back soon. He dug into his food right away, savoring his boyfriend’s cooking talents and looking forward to fully indulging his gluttonous side for the next few months.

As he finished off the last few bites, the front door of their shared apartment opened to reveal Jimin with various bags and a box in his hands. Jungkook helped him with some of the bags and watched as his boyfriend dropped the box on the counter with a dense thud.

Jungkook looked in the box and saw that it was a bunch of small cartons filling the box. “What’s all this?”

“This…” Jimin said as he pulled a carton out of the box, “...is how we win.”

Taking the carton from his boyfriend, Jungkook read the label and his eyes widened. “That’s a lot of heavy cream, babe.”

Jimin nodded with a smile. “Yep, and you are going to drink one every night before bed.”

“Oh…” Jungkook whispered, surprised to find that he was turned on by the idea instead of nervous or uncertain. “How did you come up with this idea?”

“I did some research this morning. I wanted to make sure we did this as healthy as possible so you didn’t get sick. And so, you know, we won,” Jimin explained with a smile, putting the carton back in the box.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist and kissed him softly. “I know this may sound weird, but I am really looking forward to this.”

“Me too, baby, me too.”

—

Taehyung had texted Jimin about the terms of their agreement and sent picture proof of their boyfriend’s starting weights. While Jimin was not going to disclose their plan, his best friend openly told him they intended to stuff Jin with a huge dinner every night and were quite confident in their win already.

Jimin was coy with his answers and said they would try their best, even going as far as saying that he was saving money for the fancy date budget in the event of their loss. He had Taehyung eating out of the palm of his hand figuratively while Jungkook was literally doing so.

Alongside their nightly serving of heavy cream, Jimin’s plan was to keep his boyfriend eating more all day rather than a single meal. He made sure to cook homemade, hearty meals paired with a fully stocked pantry of snacks.

Jungkook was honestly impressed with his boyfriend’s concise research, but he had to admit, Jimin was considered an overachiever for a reason. He was shocked to find that he had already gained seven pounds just a little over two weeks into the wager even though his stomach showed a clear indication of where that weight went.

By the one-month mark, Jungkook had gained another six making him thirteen pounds heavier and twice as confident as he was at the start of their agreement. Jimin had always been attentive and took care of him well, but something about this new dynamic had Jungkook falling more in love with his boyfriend.

Not to mention what it had done for their already-active sex life.

As he got ready for a night out with their friends, Jungkook noticed a difference in his body for the first time. He had taken to wearing sweatpants and hoodies since Jimin had been keeping him well-fed and his stomach had needed room to accommodate the amount of food he was eating each day.

Pulling on his typical black jeans he wore to the club, Jungkook noticed they were a little harder to button. The pants were already snug before, his ‘ass-hugging’ jeans as Jimin lovingly called them. But now, they were definitively tight - the new pudgy layer around his middle pushing over the waistband into a little muffin top.

Jimin stepped up behind him and squeezed his sides, kissing his bare shoulder. “My baby is getting soft.”

Jungkook felt his cheeks warm up with his boyfriend’s direct acknowledgment of his growing size. Jimin had always been able to fluster him, but it was at a new level with their current arrangement.

“Feels nice,” Jungkook replied quietly, enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend’s hands on his body.

Jimin smirked and kissed Jungkook’s neck to his ear. “It does feel nice and it looks even better. So handsome.”

Jungkook tried to fight off the deeper blush that he knew was spreading to his chest. He pulled Jimin around him to wrap him in a proper hug. “What if we just stay home tonight?”

“Oh, you don’t want to go show all this off?” Jimin teased, one brow raised as he ran his eyes over Jungkook’s midsection.

“Maybe I just want to show it off for you,” Jungkook replied, laying his hands over Jimin’s and intertwining their fingers. He stepped away and directed them toward their bed, falling back and pulling his boyfriend with him.

Jimin went willingly, bracing his hands on either side of Jungkook’s shoulders to catch his fall. He lay against his boyfriend, taking a moment to feel the difference between their bare midsections - Jimin’s toned abdomen further emphasizing Jungkook’s new softness.

They made out hungrily for a few minutes, the only sound filling the room being their lips connecting and heavy breathing. In a swift show of his strength and a burst of unexpected dominance, Jungkook flipped them over and attached his lips to Jimin’s neck.

As his boyfriend’s lips trailed down his chest, Jimin grabbed a handful of Jungkook’s hair and finally responded, “You’re right, baby. We should stay home.”

—

“So, what happened on Saturday? Just couldn’t face me, already mourning your loss,” Taehyung said smugly, poking Jimin in the side as they walked toward the library.

The couple had actually stayed in, but it was by no means an early night. They were up until dawn appreciating their time together and spent most of Sunday lazing around and keeping Jungkook fed.

Jimin rolled his eyes and took a long sip of his coffee. “If you must know, Ggukie and I enjoyed some personal time instead of going out.”

Taehyung laughed, breaking his stoic demeanor. “You stayed home to fuck? God, only you.”

“It was Jungkook’s idea…this time,” Jimin replied with a smirk, making both of them laugh even harder.

Taehyung held the door open for Jimin as the still-laughing duo walked into the library. They quickly found the room where their boyfriends were studying and joined them.

Jimin noticed the slight cling of Jin’s t-shirt on his stomach and saw a little more softness on his cheeks, clear signs of him gaining a bit. However, he knew that they were in the lead even if it wasn’t evident by looking at his boyfriend.

Placing himself in Jungkook’s lap, Jimin could feel the little belly in progress below his boyfriend’s oversized sweatshirt. His weight gain had gone completely to his midsection and was well hidden beneath his clothing choices making it seem as if he had barely gained at all.

There was a certain extra level of satisfaction that Jimin was feeling against Taehyung’s cocky attitude toward the bet when he knew that the impressive speed of Jungkook’s gain would be an unexpected reveal.

Jimin wrapped his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi, did you have a good day?” Jungkook asked quietly, bringing his arms around Jimin’s waist to keep him in his lap.

Nodding while moving back in for another kiss, unable to resist his boyfriend’s sweet smile, Jimin hummed a positive response. “The usual. Would have rather spent it like this weekend, honestly.”

Jungkook looked up at him with a soft smile, tightening his grip in recognition of his boyfriend’s sentiment. He pulled him closer until he could rest his head on Jimin’s chest, pressing his lips to his collarbone.

“Ugh, you two are sickening,” Taehyung quipped, staring at them with an amused expression while Jin faked a gag.

Jimin stuck his tongue out at Taehyung making all four of them laugh before they actually started studying. Time passed quickly and Jimin looked at his phone after finishing an assignment to find it had already been two hours since he and Taehyung arrived.

Reaching over into Jungkook’s bag, Jimin pulled out one of the various snacks that were in the front pocket. He slid a container to his boyfriend after opening it and encouraged, “Have a snack, baby. We’ve been working for a while.”

Jungkook smiled and instantly reached for one of the protein bites in the container, leaning over to give Jimin a quick kiss. “Thanks, Minnie.”

Taehyung looked at his best friend and rolled his eyes. He knew that Jimin had been making all of Jungkook’s food and assumed that it was never as much as what he was giving Jin. With his lack of cooking skills and hefty bank account from his and Jin’s parents, they relied on takeout and convenience store trips for their calories.

What Taehyung didn’t consider was that Jimin had full control over went into every bite Jungkook had and he ensured that it was never lacking in nutritional value and calorie density. Jimin did solid research and meal prep with the intention of winning the bet as well as helping his boyfriend fill out so nicely.

As he watched Jungkook work through the little cute container of whatever Jimin had made for him, Taehyung pulled out his wallet and handed his campus card to Jin. “You’ve been working for a while too, babe. Why don’t we visit the vending machine?”

It was now Jimin’s turn to roll his eyes, knowing exactly why Taehyung brought it up. He watched as both of them got up, Jin even asking with a smirk if Jungkook wanted anything.

Jungkook shook his head and placed his hand on Jimin’s leg. “Nope, Min takes care of me just fine.”

Jimin smiled and leaned over to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek, watching as their friends yet again reacted dramatically. Once they were out of earshot, Jimin turned to Jungkook and said, “Tae is so cocky. He asked me if we were mourning our loss this weekend and couldn’t face him.”

Jungkook threw his head back and laughed, “He’s ridiculous. It doesn’t help that Jin is the same way. When we got here, he asked if I lost weight and thought it was hilarious.”

“Jinnie’s probably gained half of what you have; we’ve got this in the bag,” Jimin replied, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and feeling a bit smug. He knew that Taehyung’s attitude was making him more competitive.

“What if we give them a little sneak peek when they get back?”

Jimin raised his brow in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Jungkook lifted the hem of his hoodie to reveal his white t-shirt below, one that was already rather form-fitting prior to their little arrangement. It was fairly tight, hugging Jungkook’s middle in a way that made his stomach look like it had grown even more than it already had. His belly sat over the waistband of his sweatpants and was a bit rounded out since he had topped off his day-long grazing with the snacks Jimin just gave him.

“When they get back, say that you are cold and ask for my hoodie. I’ll take it off and we’ll see if they change their tune about the whole thing,” Jungkook explained with a smirk.

Jimin grabbed his chin and pulled him in for a deeper kiss than their earlier chaste pecks. “God, I love you. You are so sexy - have I told you that lately?”

“Yeah, a couple of times,” Jungkook answered with a smile, returning for another kiss.

Sometimes, he was a little shocked by how much this new dynamic affected him, expecting insecurities or frustrations to pop up during the transition. Between how amazing it felt to indulge and Jimin’s constant, genuine praise, he was loving the recent changes.

They tried to keep it PG since they were in the library and waited for their friends to return, Jungkook finishing the container of protein bites in the meantime.

The pair walked back through the door and Jin was holding a bag of chips and a couple of candy bars. Jimin knew it obviously had calories to it, but he was well aware that Jungkook’s snacks throughout the day were double, if not triple, what Jin’s were.

Once everyone was back to work, Jimin finally reached over and tapped his boyfriend’s hand. “It’s a little chilly in here, baby. Do you mind if I steal your sweatshirt?”

Taehyung and Jin both looked up at them, mainly ready to tease Jimin for always being cold, but their words fell short, growing speechless as Jungkook stood and pulled his hoodie over his head. Jimin almost laughed at their reaction, as they stared at his boyfriend who turned sideways to give them a clear view of their impending loss.

They ignored their friends who were attempting to hide their reactions. Jimin accepted the hoodie and pulled it over his head, genuinely relishing in the warmth it spread over his body along with the smell of Jungkook’s cologne. He kissed the other’s cheek in thanks and went back to his homework, trying his best not to stare over at Jungkook’s soft belly.

Jin whispered something in Taehyung’s ear and the couple started to pack up their things. Jimin looked up in confusion and Jungkook asked, “You guys are leaving?”

Taehyung nodded and cleared his throat a few times. “Uh...yeah, we need to…um, we finished what we were working on. We’re gonna head home and get dinner.”

“Oh, okay, well, have a good night,” Jimin replied lightly, keeping his tone completely normal even though he was laughing on the inside.

They watched as their packed their bags in record time and left the room. The door was closed for a few seconds before they both burst into laughter. Jimin leaned into Jungkook’s shoulder, nearly in tears.

“Oh my God, Tae’s face was hilarious. He’s going to make Jin eat until he’s sick tonight,” Jungkook said, only making Jimin laugh harder.

Eventually, they calmed down and decided to head home too. There was no reason they couldn’t enjoy a nice dinner together as well.

—

Six weeks after the bet started, Jimin knew they had won. Jungkook was reclined on the couch, one hand on his stuffed belly as they watched a movie. It had actually been Jimin’s idea.

With three pounds to go, Jimin decided that they would spend the weekend closing their gap and securing their win. He told Jungkook they could have a Marvel marathon and he was going to feed him the entire time.

They got up Saturday morning and Jimin cooked him a huge breakfast while Jungkook got the living set up. He fed him bite after bite of a hefty, American-style breakfast while they watched the first Iron Man film.

After clearing multiple plates, Jimin let him have a little break and some belly rubs until the movie finished, but they were far from done. As soon as the next film started, Jungkook was eating again.

Jimin brought him snacks and drinks in every free moment, encouraging him to keep grazing while he went to prepare lunch. He knew they had been stretching Jungkook’s stomach capacity with his new habits, but Jimin was really going to push it that weekend - eyes set on the prize.

Lunch had been a bit of a reprieve compared to the rest of the day. Jimin never wanted Jungkook to feel ill so he kept it simple with kimchi-jjigae, something they could eat a little mindlessly. He brought him a decent size bowl with a large serving of rice and told him to just eat as much as he wanted.

He should’ve known better that Jungkook wasn’t going to hold back, finishing the soup and rice with ease. Letting a slight belch when he was finished, Jungkook reclined back into the couch and focused back on the movie.

Jimin couldn’t help but appreciate the growing state of Jungkook’s middle. Although his boyfriend had spent most of his days grazing throughout, Jungkook wasn’t typically eating big meals and snacks back-to-back all day. This was a welcome sight in his opinion.

It was only mid-afternoon and Jungkook’s belly was already rounding out, his shirt highlighting the amount of food he had already eaten. Jimin gave him a gentle massage, helping him digest his meal.

Unsurprisingly, Jungkook fell asleep after lunch - falling into a bit of a food coma. Jimin smiled and kissed his forehead, leaving a note that he was going to run to the store to restock a few things.

By the time Jimin got home and got the groceries put away, Jungkook was awake and watching the first Avengers film. Jimin greeted him with a kiss and handed him two banana milks and a bag of honey butter chips.

Jungkook decided to pause the movie and go sit at the kitchen counter while Jimin prepared dinner, not all that surprised to see his boyfriend going all out on dinner. With various containers of banchan and a couple of trays of meat, it was clear that Jimin was going to set up a full KBBQ at home for the evening.

Dinner seemed to go on for the rest of the night. As long as Jimin kept cooking the meat, Jungkook kept eating. He was impressed by his boyfriend’s unending appetite, but Jimin also knew that Jungkook enjoyed it, having told him that he was really enjoying the sensation of being full lately.

With the ending scene of Iron Man 3 playing, Jungkook finally tapped out. Jimin honored it, more than impressed with how much his boyfriend had eaten. He cleaned up everything quickly while Jungkook laid back on the couch, feeling more full than he ever had been before.

Jimin helped him off the couch, holding back a laugh as Jungkook walked like a pregnant woman and crawled into bed where they put on the next movie. He massaged Jungkook’s stuffed middle and whispered sweet praises in his ear.

As Jungkook was starting to doze through the end of the film, Jimin kissed his forehead and told him that he would be back in a minute. Jungkook assumed that he was going to actually get ready for bed, but he was met with a surprise when Jimin returned with a little carton of cold heavy cream.

“It’s the last one, baby. You have to finish it, right?” Jimin asked sweetly, allowing Jungkook space to turn him down.

But, Jungkook just smiled and nodded. “I mean, it can’t go to waste.”

Jimin hopped up on the bed and offered it to his boyfriend, surprised to see him start chugging it down instead of sipping on it as he expected. It was nearly gone before Jimin had even settled.

Jungkook drained the last bit and leaned back into his pillows, hand on top of his stomach with a quiet groan. “I’ve never been this full in my life.”

With an exasperated laugh, Jimin’s hands found their way back to his belly which was impressively tight. He leaned in and started placing kisses along Jungkook’s jaw and neck.

“Mmm, might be too full for anything tonight, Min. I feel like I could pop,” Jungkook mumbled, his head thrown back against the headboard and his eyes closed.

His words sent a shiver down Jimin’s spine as he straddled his boyfriend. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of everything,” he said softly before disappearing under the covers and keeping his word until they fell asleep.

The next morning, they woke up similarly to the first morning of their bet. Jimin was propped up on the pillows looking through his phone while Jungkook was curled into his side. He thought back to his boyfriend’s little bloated tummy that seemed so big at the time and compared it to what he was seeing now.

Jungkook still looked as if he had just finished a big meal, the weight settling overnight from the top of his stomach to his lower belly. He looked so soft and warm that Jimin just had to cuddle him.

“Minnie?” Jungkook asked groggily, turning slightly to wrap his arms around his boyfriend.

Jimin smiled and kissed his cheek softly, “Morning, baby.”

Jungkook tucked his face into Jimin’s neck and felt one of his boyfriend’s hand slide down his chest to his stomach, pushing slightly on his bloated belly. “Oh…wow…”

“Want to go see if we’ve won?” Jimin whispered, smirking at his boyfriend’s reaction to his growing midsection.

Jungkook simply nodded and let Jimin pull him out of bed, leading them both to the bathroom where they got out the scale and waited for it to kick on. With a gentle nudge, Jimin encouraged him to step on and they both waited in anticipation.

The scale beeped once and the red numbers flashed up at them. Jimin did some quick math and wrapped his arms around Jungkook, kissing his shoulder while he snapped a picture of the scale. “21 and a half pounds in six weeks, baby. I’m so proud.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed with a bright blush, but he also felt a bit of that pride himself. “We won.”

“Yes, we did. Let’s celebrate,” Jimin replied, pulling Jungkook’s hand to lead him back to bed. He quickly sent a text to their group chat with the photo followed by a few teasing GIFs and laughing emojis before silencing his phone.

Pulling Jimin down on top of him, Jungkook felt the growing difference between their abdomens, and a thought crossed his mind. “So…”

“So?” Jimin asked, waiting to see what the hold-up was.

That pink flush returned to Jungkook’s cheeks as he thought about how to phrase his next question. “What if…I mean, this doesn’t have to, you know, fully stop, right?”

Jimin tilted his head and rested his weight fully on Jungkook, feeling the softness of his belly against his toned muscles. “Stop what, Gguk?”

“Maybe we slow down a bit and I can start going to the gym again now that we won, but I like when you feed me,” Jungkook finally admitted, embarrassed by his own words.

Jimin’s eyes lit up in a smile and he pressed a deep kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Don’t you worry, baby. I have no intentions of stopping any time soon.”

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