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#if she were to ever read my smut chapters... yeah it over lmao i would make the descent into hell for my own protection
asoiafsworld · 1 year
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BELONG TO YOU - one
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pairing; ellie williams x fem!reader
summary; you're new on campus and ellie notices you. despite your shyness and struggles of being anti social, you can't help but fall in love with her.
warnings and tags; modern!au, college!au, dealer!ellie, reader is shy, anxiety, depression, fluff, angst, eventual smut, touch starvation, ellie has a dick in this, reader is also pretty innocent, might make a kink out of it, drug abuse, obsessiveness, love at first sight kinda thing
author's note; i folded. im finally writing for my lovely ellie and feel like this is the worst thing i have ever written lmao. i was going to write all of this in like a very long one chapter thing but i literally can't so here's what u get. not even sure if i wanna continue this but if u guys like it i might. thanks for reading, pls tell me what u think of it <3
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You feel lost.
You’re new to this place, new to this city, new to these people. You never expected to get away from your past, awful life and you’re still not sure if you have. Because you look around and observe the people at campus, see everyone with their friend groups or romantic partners and feel so utterly alone. You always have been, always too shy to talk to someone and too awkward to hold a conversation… or a friendship. Not that anyone ever thought you were worth being friends with.
It’s always been suffocating, this loneliness, this darkness that overtakes your mind when it’s quiet and you’re alone. You get that feeling when you sit under a tree in the park on campus and watch and observe the people around you. It’s not like you’re being ignored, you would have to be acknowledged first to be ignored. But people walking past you and not giving a single fuck about your existence is somewhat hurtful. One guy even stepped on your book earlier and didn’t even apologize to you. It was closed, thankfully, but it made you keep your things closer to you, making your little bubble smaller than it already is. You take a deep breath and look away from the crowded park and back down on your notes, distracting yourself from your self deprecating thoughts.
The moment that you look down, she looks up. Ellie’s gaze only wanders over you for a split second and she was going to let her gaze go over the park and the many people that she knows and sells to. But her brain works a second later than her eyes do so she looks back to the lone figure sitting under the tree, hair spilling down as your eyes sharply go over the notebook in your hands. Ellie is mesmerized for some reason, unable to look away from you and your pretty face and your legs enveloped in bright blue jeans and your fingers tracing the words on your book and your breasts pushing up as you breath-
“Earth to Ellie? Hello? You having a stroke or something?” Her eyes break away forcefully from you to look at her friend, Dina, who is looking at her with a questioning but amused glint in her eyes. Her mouth is working faster than her brain so the question doesn’t fully register until she says it.
“Do you know who that is? The girl under the tree? Never seen her before.” Dina’s eyebrows raise at the question and she turns around to look at where Ellie’s eyes have strayed to once more. She watches you take out your pen from your bag and scribble something down on your notebook, your lips puckering as you’re writing. It’s as if you don’t realize how pretty your lips look like this, how Ellie has to restrain her mind from thinking of something totally inappropriate. She doesn’t even know you, not even your name but the way you sit there all alone and almost helplessly lonely makes something in her stir. You shouldn’t be alone when she knows how many disgusting boys are at this college, even if it’s at a park with so many people out on a sunny day.
“Yeah, she’s new, moved into the empty room at the end of our hall. Pretty sure she’s next to your room.” Dina has turned her head back around and can’t hide the little smirk that forms on her face when she sees Ellie staring. She takes another second to let her eyes linger on you, on how gorgeous you look when the sun shines down on you before she stands up. She walks towards you with confidence and determination, not even entirely sure why. You just look so pretty to her, the way you sit there and study whilst everyone else is doing anything but studying. Something in her gut and in her chest stirs when she sees you sitting alone and looking seemingly sad. She doesn't think that anyone else notices but she sees that you look a little helpless, like a lost puppy not knowing where to go.
For some reason, she wants you to go to her.
You don’t realize that someone stands in front of you until a shadow is cast over you and your book, making it difficult to see your notes. When you look up, you see a tall girl in a crew neck shirt and an unbuttoned denim work shirt over it. She’s wearing faded blue jeans and blue converse, her brown, shoulder length hair partially tied to keep it out of her face. Her eyes are pale green and piercing as she looks down on you, the gaze in her eyes so intense but looking at you with all the ease in the world. Your heart races at this, so unused to someone looking at you or approaching you. You grip your book tightly to keep yourself from getting up and running away and hope she says something before you have to.
“Hi. Mind if I sit next to you?” Her voice sounds clear as she speaks, no hesitation or doubt in the way she speaks and even stands in front of you. You’re taken aback by her question and desperately suppress the urge to ask why she wants to be next to you. You don’t know her, only remember that she lives in the room next to yours and that there’s always people coming and going out of her room. You’ve seen her recieve money at her door sometimes in exchange for… god knows what she is giving other people, you wouldn’t know. You nod slowly and try not to look overly confused at her as she sits down right next to you, the body heat she radiates so close to you that it almost throws you off. You don’t know the last time someone sat this close to you and don’t want to think further about the feeling you often feel when you watch other people hug or kiss each other or hold hands. Touch starving, that’s what the internet called it when you googled it. You know that it’s true because you do not remember the last time you hugged someone or felt physical touch in any form. You feel so embarrassed when you accidentally brush against someone in the hallways because most of the time, your body craves more of that touch.
You are unsure of what to do now with someone sitting next to you, your breath held in carefully as if the world would shatter if you breathed out. Why is she sitting next to you? Did you do something wrong? You stare down at the book in your lap but can’t really think when there’s someone, a very pretty girl actually, sitting right next to you. There’s a slight breeze that hits you from the side and it carries the girl's scent with it, earthy and lemony from something that you can’t place. You like the smell, it suits her. You turn your head slightly and see that she’s been looking at you this entire time, the gaze in her eyes studying you and a small smile formed on her lips. God, she’s so gorgeous, it truly takes your breath away. She proceeds to hold a hand out to you and you look down to it before looking back up.
“I’m Ellie.” She says and and you smile slightly at how sweet she seems, introducing herself to a complete stranger. You briefly wonder how lonely you must have looked for Ellie to approach you and try not to think about it for too long. You tell her your name, your voice a little too shaky and too unsure, as if you just came up with your own name. You put your hand into hers and dig your finger into your palm on your other hand because this much body contact is not something you are used to. Your hand is smaller than hers and it looks tiny in her bigger, warmer hand. You almost don’t want to let go because her warmth and touch make something stir in your gut, something comforting and wholesome that you don’t know if you’ve ever felt before. It takes a lot of willpower for you to break your hand away from hers, willing to let it stay in hers for as long as she would let you but you shouldn’t scare her off right away.
“So, you’re pretty new here. What’s your major?” Ellie is captivated by the girl in front of her. You are even prettier up close and Ellie has a hard time not looking at your lips constantly or your tiny hand that fits into hers twice over. You look confused and helpless, even if you try to hide it and it makes Ellie’s heart hurt a little. Why do you seem so scared of even talking to anyone? And why is Ellie so interested in you? She doesn’t know why she even came over here but the moment she saw you, every nerve in her brain only had one goal: to talk to you. You look at her with an unreadable look in our eyes and nervously brush your hair behind your ear.
“Uhm, M-marine Biology.” You feel heat rise to your cheeks at your stutter and hope she doesn’t notice it. She seems perceptive enough that she probably does but also tactful enough to not comment on it. Her eyebrows raise a little at your answer and you hope she doesn’t think it’s lame. You don’t know why you don’t want her to think you’re lame.
“Marine biology… That’s pretty cool.” Your heart does a little flip at the way she draws her words out and you can hear a slight accent in her voice. It sounds southern but it’s not that noticeable. “So, you like fish?”
The question is so silly that it takes you aback and you do something that you never do in front of other people; you giggle. You hope it doesn’t sound stupid to her because it certainly does to you and you quickly bite your lip to stop yourself. You look at her again and now have a small smile on your lips that seems to make her smile in return. She’s so incredibly attractive, the way she sits with her knees drawn up and her hair tied back and her eyes looking at you in a certain way that you can’t describe.
“Yeah, I guess I do. What’s your major?” You mentally give yourself a pat on the back for your progress on socializing but talking to someone like this is still unknown territory for you. You’re still incredibly nervous next to her and hope you don’t say something stupid.
“Fine arts. Was always interested in it, I draw a lot and I guess I’m pretty good at it… or something.” The way Ellie bashfully scratches the back of her head and blushes at the last part makes your chest feel warm, for whatever reason. She seems like an artistic kind of person, the tattoos on her arms catching your attention and wondering if she drew them herself. She must be talented, you think to yourself. How couldn’t she be with hands like hers.
You are distracted by the sound of her name being called and look towards a girl with dark hair and sharp, memorable features. She’s pretty, very pretty and looks at Ellie impatiently. You wonder if that’s her girlfriend, certain of Ellie being gay with the way she carries herself and… sits. And wears converse. Your heart hurts at that thought and you feel incredibly stupid for it. Ellie sighs next to you and gets up, looking back down at you with an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry, I promised my friend Dina to drive her downtown. But… Maybe you would like to see my drawings? Or just, hang out. We’re neighbors after all.” You can’t pretend that hearing her call the girl her friend doesn’t make you relieved and the small smile is on your face again as you feel better at the revelation. You don’t know if you should let news like this affect you the way they do but how could you not cling onto every detail when someone talks to you like a friend… for maybe the first time since you were a child. You nod as you stare and memorize her face, her pretty freckles captivating you.
“Yeah, I would like that.” Your voice is soft as you speak and you play with your fingers to distract yourself, swallowing as you see the way she stares down at you. Her hand reaches towards you and gently, so softly, she brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. Her finger brushes over your cheek so delicately that your stomach twists at the touch and you genuinely don’t know how to keep yourself sane. Your lashes flutter softly at her touch but your eyes remain locked on hers, desperate to hear her say something else or let her touch your however she wants to.
“I’ll see you then.” Ellie pulls her finger away gently and turns around, walking towards her friend. You watch as Ellie moves further and further away from your point of view until she is not even visible but you have barely come back to your senses by then. You exhale the breath you held in and softly close your eyes, touching the cheek that she had touched so softly. The moment keeps replaying in your mind, her intense gaze not faltering for once as she looks down at you like she can do whatever she wants, like… like she owns you.
You’re embarrassed by how much you like that thought. All your life, you have been alone, your family estranged and abusive, no friends to keep you sane, your mentality and shyness not allowing you to make friends. And here comes this girl, this gorgeous, pretty, intimidating girl that just sits next to you and touches you like she’s never done anything different. She seems like the kind of person that makes you feel safe, that protects you and takes care of you. The kind of person that you belong to.
She’s a stranger. You barely know her and yet, you can’t help your thoughts. You want to belong to her.
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blog-name-idk · 1 year
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Mold a Pretty Lie | 04
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Banner by @persphonesorchid <3
Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader
Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut
Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.
Word Count: 4,358
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Kissing, non-consensual kissing/assault, sneaker destruction
AN: A huge thanks to @eserethriddle for beta-ing this chapter for me. Also check their fics out, they're amazing. Hope y'all enjoy!
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In the weeks that followed, there were no more incidents where you nodded off in Dr. Kim's class. You made sure of it. Your professor didn't mention it again, other than leaving a blue Powerade on your desk the next time you met him to work on your research project. It was objectively the best flavor, and you did your best not to read too much into his thoughtfulness.
However, your best wasn't good enough, and each one of his smiles and silly jokes added another bud to the flowers blooming in your chest.
You craved when he'd lean in close enough for your imagination to go wild, the way he would rest a distracting hand on your shoulder when he reviewed your work, the sparkle in his eyes when he was pleased. You didn't go chasing after more contact than that, but you did find yourself lingering longer than your allotted hours, chatting to your energetic professor about this or that.
At first you had been reticent, wary of taking up too much of his time, or god forbid, coming across like some of the students who stalked his office hours. But he was often the one to engage you, to ask about how your semester was going outside of his class. It was hard to believe he cared, but his face lit up in genuine interest when you spoke, and it was hard not to bask in the warm glow of his approval.
Why were you such an idiot? You were smitten, daydreaming about a man there was no hope of ever attaining. You knew it was a waste of time to keep pining after him the way you were, but how exactly could you prevent your stomach from flipping upside down with each smile?
You
Help
Phoebe
What's wrong, my pretty tulip?
You winced at the nickname, a joke at your expense Phoebe had "hilariously" come up with in high school. Because you were a virgin in both sets of lips. It was fucking weird and gross and she never let it go despite the fact that you hated it.
You
I have a stupid crush on someone I have objectively zero chance with
Phoebe
Oh????
Pix!!!
You
Lol
Yeah, no
Phoebe
Name!!!
You
Yeah, no
You were NOT going to open yourself to ridicule from your best friend by admitting you had enough of a crush on a professor for it to be a problem. That was just asking for her to make fun of you. If she kept pressing, you'd send her a picture of Jimin or Taehyung or something, but not if you could avoid it.
Phoebe
You're so boring
This is why it's unrequited
You
Omg rude
Phoebe
Lol you know I'm joking
Well you know what they say
You
If you say "the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else" I'm blocking you for being cliche as fuck
Phoebe
It's a cliche for a reason babe
It's not like you're in love with the guy right?
You just need a distraction that'll help redirect your thinking
Just start flirting with a new cutie, works for me every time
You
I guess that makes sense…
Wouldn't that be like, kinda rude to the other person though?
Phoebe
I said flirt not propose to lmao
And not just a rando, someone you actually could like
How are you of all people trying to question me, hmm little tulip?
You
Ugh yeah yeah fine whatever
… Thank you for the advice
Phoebe
Anytime
Miss you babe <3
You
Miss you too <3
You stared at your phone for a moment, lost in thought as you considered your friend's words. You could kind of see where she was coming from - you were probably just infatuated with your professor because you saw and interacted with him multiple times a week, and your wishful brain mistook his kindness for some sort of preference. Dr. Kim was so wonderful that it was just normal human nature for you to become enamored - maybe if you reframed your mindset and let yourself get swept up with someone else, your silly crush would fade.
"Sierra?" you asked one weekend, wondering if you had soured her desire to party with you. She hadn't tried to cajole you out since that not-so-fateful night, and you never asked why in the fear that you would hear that she now hated you. Your roommate perked up and looked at you from her bed, where she was laying on her back and scrolling through her phone. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Haven't decided yet, what's up?" she replied curiously. She didn't look apprehensive at your question, so that was probably a good sign.
"I just - I thought it might be fun to go out or something…" you said tentatively, studying her face for any flashes of annoyance. Instead, her eyes lit up.
"Really?" Sierra asked excitedly, sitting upright on her mattress. "I didn't put you off partying with me?"
"Really, I - wait what do you mean? I blacked out and spent half the night throwing up."
Her words made no sense, why would you not want to hang out with her anymore? Instead of rolling her eyes and agreeing with your assessment the way Phoebe might have, she laughed.
"I guess that means you don't remember when I tried to hug you and then threw up on your shoes instead."
"I thought that was my vomit," you exclaimed. "And I thought you were annoyed with me, and that's why we never went out again."
"I thought you didn't want to hang out with me!"
The two of you stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"We're idiots," she said through giggles, looking just as relieved as you felt. "Alright, let's party tonight! Maybe minus the puking."
You laughed at her addendum, nodding in agreement. "I can work with that."
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You weren't exactly sure how you had ended up here, shut in a bedroom with Sierra and a group of other strangers. The two of you were on the far side of tipsy, but nowhere near as drunk as you had been the last time. And now you were staring at the bottle some guy - Chad? Brad? - was holding up.
"Spin the bottle? Seriously?" scoffed Sierra, crossing her arms. You were inclined to agree - sure, people were inclined to play horny drinking games, but you didn't think anyone played spin the bottle specifically out of middle school, or bad teenage sitcoms. At least with Truth or Dare or Never Have I Ever, you sort of learned about the people around you.
Plus you could definitely say that you weren't particularly interested in locking lips with anyone in this room.
"Yeah, it was nice to meet you all but I think I'm gonna go back to the party," you said as diplomatically as you could.
"What, too much of a prude?" ChadBrad asked with a smirk, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. He was attractive, sure, but arrogance clung to his shoulders like a bad smell and you were not into it.
"No, I just have standards," you retorted loftily, getting up from the floor and heading to the door. "I'm seeing too many frogs, and not enough princes."
Sierra laughed gleefully at ChadBrad's startled expression and followed you.
"Sorry buddy, no amount of Smirnoff Ice in your mini-fridge is gonna get either of us to hook up with you," she added, and the guy scowled as the others in the room began to snicker.
The closing door cut off the sound and the two of you giggled as you walked back to the main party.
"Dang girl, I thought you were this meek little mouse, but that was hilarious," Sierra said with a grin, making you laugh. You were so caught up in talking to your friend that you forgot to watch where you were going, and ended up colliding with a warm, solid body. The warmth was offset by a cold trickle down your shirt and you jumped back, realizing you had made whoever it was spill their drink.
"I'm so sorry, I - Tae?"
Your friend stood before you, eyes wide, hair tousled, wearing a loose white button-up that made him look like a medieval farmhand a heroine would run away with.
"[Y/n]?" he asked, surprise etched on his face as his eyes roved down your figure. Sierra had convinced you to wear another crop top, and you fought the urge to cover your stomach as his gaze fell on your bare skin.
"Now here's a prince," Sierra whispered in your ear, making heat rise up your neck as you realized what she was getting at. "Hey Tae. I'm gonna get a drink, you need a new one?"
He jumped as if surprised she was there, and she snorted as if unsurprised.
"That would be great, thanks Sierra."
She nudged you as she left.
"Get it, girl," she whispered in your ear wickedly, making you cough and splutter before she slapped your ass and left, cackling. God, your roommate was a menace.
"I didn't expect to see you here," Taehyung said with a smile, and you had to smile back, a little hypnotized by the stars in his eyes. He really was beautiful.
"I thought it was time to give partying another shot," you replied sheepishly, still a little embarrassed by how your previous night out had ended.
"I'm glad," he said softly, something in his eyes making your stomach flutter. "Sorry for spilling on you."
You had actually forgotten, but now that he brought it up you were all too aware of the stain on your shirt and the stickiness of beer on your skin.
"It's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," you assured him.
"Let me help you get cleaned up at least," he offered, grabbing your hand before you could protest and setting off to find a bathroom. Your fingers slotted perfectly into his, and he tugged you easily through the crowd. Phoebe's advice rang clear in your mind, but you silenced it as you followed. You were certainly attracted to Taehyung, but he was way out of your league… right?
He found a bathroom and ushered you inside, shutting the door behind him. It dulled the sound of merrymaking outside, and the sudden intimacy brought another slew of jittery panic into your chest. One that was clearly only one sided as Taehyung glanced around before finding a roll of paper towels.
He ripped off a sheet, running it under the faucet before handing it to you.
"Unless you want my help," he said with a wink, waggling his eyebrows. You laughed and slapped his shoulder before accepting his offering, too intent on cleaning yourself to notice the way his eyes watched you hungrily. You dabbed at the shirt as well, before deciding it was a lost cause and that the beer would probably come out in the wash.
"Thanks, Tae," you said with a smile, tossing the crumpled cloth in the trash and looking up to suddenly find him right in front of you. He was close enough that you had to look up to meet his eyes, and you stepped backwards with a surprised "eep" when your back hit the sink counter.
"How much have you had to drink tonight?" he asked intently, not moving from where he was standing. You were suddenly all too aware of your exposed skin, of how gorgeous he looked, of how his dark, mesmerizing eyes were locked on your own.
"N-not very much, we just got here a little while ago," you stammered, staring back at him as your pulse sped up. His lips curved into a devastating smirk and he stepped forward, closing the scant distance between your bodies.
"Good, then I can finally do this," he murmured, one warm, gentle hand coming up to cup your cheek as you felt your eyes go as wide as saucers. Then he was leaning in, and those plush lips of his were coming closer, and closer.
They were warm and soft, and you felt your eyelashes flutter shut as you leaned into the feeling. He backed away almost immediately, and your stomach dropped. Was he disappointed? Were you a bad kisser? But it had only lasted a couple seconds, were people really able to tell that quickly?
"Was that okay?" he whispered, cutting through your panic. He was gazing at you with an uncertainty that mirrored your own, and your heart sang with the realization that he was nervous. You felt your own lips twitch into a smile and you nodded, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.
"Yeah," you whispered, standing up on your tippy-toes and tilting your face up in an open invitation.
This time, the kiss was less tentative, and Taehyung's free arm snaked around your waist to pull you snugly into him. You gasped at the press of his warm, warm body against yours, and he took the opportunity to pull your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling slightly. Oh. That was… very pleasant.
"You're so pretty," Taehyung murmured, pulling away. You almost asked why he stopped, until his lips dragged across your jaw to press light, fluttery kisses against your skin that left hot embers in their wake. The new sensation made you whimper, and he froze as his grip on your waist tightened. Fuck, were you not supposed to do that? It was getting hard to think straight when he was holding you so close, whispering sweet words in your ear.
Then he latched onto the sensitive skin of your neck and he sucked, sending white hot shudders down your spine. A moan left your mouth before you could stop it, and Taehyung groaned before capturing your mouth again.
He took advantage of your parted lips to glide his tongue against yours, and another mortifying sound escaped your throat at the sensation. It was wet, hot, and slimy, and should have felt gross, but instead you found yourself clinging to his shirt as your legs turned to jelly.
"Fuck, you sound so good," Taehyung groaned, shifting from your mouth to run his tongue along the shell of your ear.
"T-Taehyung," you gasped breathily, not exactly wanting to stop but worried about him taking this further. His hands slid down to your butt to press your hips against his, and with a jolt you realized he was hard against your thigh. He felt your body stiffen, and immediately pulled back.
"Sorry, too much?" he asked, his voice a husky rasp.
"A little," you admitted, swallowing down the desire to find out what else he had to offer. As much as you were enjoying yourself, you were already starting to feel a little overwhelmed. And the way Taehyung was currently looking at you made you want to both kiss him forever and run away and hide. "Maybe we should get back to the party."
"I'm sorry," he said again, looking away. "I've wanted to do that forever, I got a little carried away."
Something warm glowed in your chest at his words, and impulsively you grabbed his shirt to pull him in for another kiss. The dazed way he grinned at you when you let him go was more than enough to bolster your confidence, and this time you were the one who intertwined your fingers with his.
"Let's go find Sierra."
Finding your roommate ended up being more difficult than you'd thought, and Taehyung reluctantly agreed that it would be easier for you two to split up to find her.
"Don't forget about me while you're gone," he said with a pout, brushing his lips against the knuckles of your hand before finally letting go. You watched him leave, stomach positively giddy with butterflies, before you turned around as well. A clammy hand gripped your wrist roughly, and you jumped, whirling to face the culprit.
"Saw you leave the bathroom with that guy," came the obnoxious, unwelcome voice of ChadBrad. He smirked at your frown, ignoring the way you tried to shake off his hand. What was he doing? Why was he looking at you like that?
"It's not really any of your business, is it?" you replied coldly, but to your alarm he just looked even more smug. His grip tightened, and you felt anxiety rise like bile in the back of your throat.
"So you're the type that likes to play hard to get, is it? I like that," he said with a leering grin, stepping into your personal space. You backed away as far as you could with your arm still captive, and gave him your best glare before scanning behind him to see if Taehyung was still around.
Please let him still be here, you begged silently. To no avail. You were alone, and no one else in the room was even looking in your direction. And the music was so loud you doubted even a scream would catch anyone's attention.
"Let go," you ordered through gritted teeth, trying to sound more confident than you felt. He merely matched each step you tried to take away from him, and when your back hit the wall you realized you were trapped.
"Trusting your safety to two college boys you don't know very well… well, I'm glad the night ended alright, but it would break my heart if anything happened to you."
Your professor's words echoed in your head as you tried to think of a way out of this situation, wishing you had listened better to his advice.
"Good girls say please," ChadBrad taunted, caging you between his arms. "But you're a bad girl, huh?"
Fucking ew. Despite the obvious disgust on your face, he still seemed to think it was going well, and you caught a whiff of gross beer breath before his clammy lips were on yours.
It was revolting, and you felt your skin crawl as you tried to push him off frantically. You kept your lips sealed tightly shut against the nauseating prod of his tongue, but the asshole wouldn't fucking move. Your heart was pounding for completely different reasons than with Taehyung, and it was getting harder to breathe through your nose as you pushed and pushed to no avail. Finally, you did the only thing you could think of, and kneed him as hard as you could between his legs.
That worked, and he leaped away with a yelp.
"What the fuck, you bitch," he spat at you, doubling over as you scrambled away from him, massaging your wrist and breathing hard. You could breathe through your mouth now, why didn't it feel like you were getting any air?
You didn't bother to gift him with a response, too focused on getting the fuck away for something as trivial as a final word. You stumbled through the house, desperate for Sierra or Taehyung or fucking anyone familiar at this point.
To your relief, you spotted a familiar head of hair near the kitchen and almost tackled Sierra in your haste to get to her.
"Whoa there, cowboy!" she said with a giggle as she righted herself, though her smile slid off when she saw your expression. "What's wrong?"
Your heart settled at her reassuring face, and as the adrenaline ebbed away you suddenly felt a lump in your throat. You opened your mouth to respond, then closed it when you realized frustration and anxiety were welling up behind your eyes.
You swallowed and took a deep breath, but all you could do was sniffle to try to keep back the disgusting feeling clawing your throat. Sierra's eyes widened and she wrapped a protective arm around you. You obeyed blindly as she steered you through the throngs of people, focused solely on not freaking out in front of a huge audience.
"Babe, talk to me, what happened?"
With a start you realized you were on the lawn outside and looking into Sierra's warm, worried brown eyes.
"I - that guy - "
To your utter mortification, that was all you got out before the tears came in earnest. Your face was immediately pressed into a perfumed, ample chest as your roommate hugged you and rubbed soothing circles into your back.
"It's okay, you're okay. Just take your time," Sierra said comfortingly as you whimpered and hiccuped into her shirt. Fuck, why were you crying so much? Nothing bad had really even happened, you were fine! Why were you being such a crybaby? First Dr. Kim, now here?
Finally, you calmed down enough to tell Sierra what happened, and her expression went from concerned to livid.
"And where the fuck was Taehyung?" she asked calmly, making your eyes widen. Her voice was even, but her eyes flashed with what could only be described as castrative fury.
"We only split up for a second to look for you!" you explained hastily, and suddenly you were the one rubbing soothing circles into her back. "We were gonna meet back up in the kitchen."
Sierra relaxed slightly, but tension still thrummed under her skin. You wracked your brain for something to calm her down, but crying had made your head irritatingly foggy.
"Oh hey, you found her!"
You both looked to see Taehyung smiling, though it faded when he saw the anger on Sierra's face and the tear stains on yours. He took a step forward, only to stop immediately when Sierra stepped in front of you. Despite it being unnecessary, you felt a surge of affection for your roommate.
"What happened?" he asked softly as Sierra crossed her arms and tapped her foot at him, clearly unimpressed.
"Some asshole assaulted her, that's what happened," she snapped, her words cracking through the air like a whip. You winced and tugged at her arm.
Taehyung's eyes went wide with shock and he looked at you with worry.
"I'm so sorry, [y/n], did I - " he began, looking horrified and guilty. You realized he thought Sierra was talking about himself, and you shook your head frantically.
"No! It wasn't you!" you protested immediately, stepping past Sierra's protection to grab Taehyung's hand. "It was someone else." He only looked mildly relieved, and his eyes were still filled with concern.
"I shouldn't have left you alone," he said quietly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Embarrassment threatened to drag you under and you winced. It wasn't his fault at all. You were just the one who was so pathetic that you apparently couldn't handle five minutes alone, and then cried like an idiot even though you weren't even hurt.
You felt Sierra's hand on your shoulder, and you looked at her questioningly.
"Will you be okay with him for a second?" she whispered in your ear, so quietly you knew Taehyung wouldn't catch it. "I forgot something inside."
You nodded, giving her a wobbly smile you hoped was reassuring. Apparently it was good enough, though she shot Taehyung a very stern glare.
"Behave, I know where you live," she said with deadly seriousness. The tension was broken by your chuckle, and both of your friends relaxed a hair. "Okay, I'll be right back."
The two of you were left alone, and suddenly you found yourself unable to look at anything but your feet.
"I'm s-sorry," you hiccuped, sniffing as you tried to keep a fresh wave of tears at bay. You hated yourself for crying so easily. You swiped at your cheeks and remembered the way Dr. Kim had dabbed your face so gently in his office. You should have listened to him. "I ruined another night out for you guys."
"What are you talking about?" asked Taehyung gently, squeezing your hand. "I always have a great time with you."
You shook your head in disbelief, still not able to meet his eyes. He was sweet to try to make you feel better, but you couldn't find it in yourself to believe him. Had it really been just a few minutes ago that you had been giddily thinking about his lips against yours?
"Hey."
Taehyung put his forehead against yours, but you didn't look up to face him. You couldn't.
"Getting to kiss you already made this the best night of the year so far," he murmured in your ear, and you wanted to believe him despite yourself. He pulled you into his chest and you took a deep breath, letting the warm, spicy smell of his cologne wash over you. "And getting to spend time with you out here makes it even better."
"Even though I'm being a buzzkill?" you asked hesitantly, voice muffled as you timidly wrapped your arms around his waist.
"Nothing can kill my buzz unless it's Jimin having a hair meltdown," Taehyung announced confidently, and you found yourself smiling into his chest.
"Thanks, Tae," you whispered, finally tilting your face up to look at him properly. He grinned happily back at you, squeezing you tight.
"There you are!" he exclaimed goofily, then shocked you into laughter by tickling your exposed sides.
"Don't do that, you jerk!" you scolded, swatting at his hands before he could get more than a few giggles out of you. He smiled and put his hands up in surrender and opened his mouth to say something, when rapid footfalls distracted you.
"Let's go!" said Sierra urgently, grabbing both you and Taehyung's hands and dragging you stumbling behind her.
"W-what?" you spluttered, suddenly very grateful the two of you had worn sneakers to this party. Why the hell was Sierra walking so fast?
"I poured all the Smirnoff Ices into that dipshit’s sneaker collection," your roommate revealed, turning back to you with a devious grin. Her eyes were alight with tipsy misbehavior and justice. "I want to be well clear before he finds out."
Sierra's admission startled a snort of laughter out of you, and Taehyung looked at her in outright awe. Perhaps this night hadn't ended so badly, after all.
Still, you decided you'd heed your professor's advice and steer clear of parties in the future.
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safyresky · 1 year
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Frostmas Year Nine: Behind the Scenes
Prologue | Y1 | Y2 | Y3 | Y4 | Y5 | Y6 | Y7 | Y8 | Y9 | Y10 | Y11 | Y12
(in Kermit the Frog voice) Let's begin!
I straight up thought this chapter would be fairly short, because when I wrote it out in point form the events didn’t seem like they’d have a lot of action. Then I began writing it, and I was DEAD wrong
I listened to the opening scene of the North Pole Resort SOO MANY TIMES to hear the lyrics to the song perfectly. I had to ask my wonderful housemate to take a listen to try and figure out the “santa t-shirts, santa ties” line and WHEN I FINALLY WATCHED IT ON DISNEY WITH SUBTITLES, HEARD THAT I GOT IT W R O N G! It's Santa SIZE. I'll have to change that up lol
FUN FACT! “at this point I’ve adopted a stance of the less I know, the better” is my family’s motto up until recently
“I like the cut of your berg” is one of my FAVOURITE frosty-fying slang lines I’ve ever done! It’s a frosty version of “I like the cut of your jib” which was used in sailing in the 1700s ish to describe if an incoming ship was frens or not frens
-> I originally thought it was just some funky 20s slang, then googled it to make sure I was right and learnt the above!
-> the berg is short for iceberg--B likes the cut of Jacqueline’s iceberg, being the idea to maybe get rid of the awful recordings :)
Sometimes I’m like ‘these things don’t really need explaining’ but I get excited about my own work and then have to share how I got the ideas with everyone so ONWARDS I SUPPOSE
Man I miss multi-level lists! this Frostmas BTS has been in my drafts for FOREVER, and was the last one I did before tumblr switched to the new post editor
WHICH DOESN'T LIKE MULTI LEVEL BULLETED LISTS!
So it's kinda all over the place. My bad lmao.
LET'S KEEP ON KEEPING ON
Jacqueline realizing that she hadn’t updated everyone on what the elves thought of her nonsense was a BLESSING because I realized that I hadn’t addressed it, so thank you for that opportunity, Jacqueline
Archie's Guide to Important People in the North Pole: Big Man->Santa. Boss Man->Bernard.
I would like to take this moment to credit @shittyelfwriter with Archie’s existence in those few chapters of ROE, because I love him and always picture him as the elf playing the piano and going UGH and facepalming during Jack’s rendition of North Pole, North Pole (pictured below). THANK YOU FOR NAMING THE BOY, ANA!
The conversation between Jacqueline and Archie, that dripped sarcasm, was my favourite thing to write this chapter :D
The scene with Chrys give you weird vibes of all manner? Yeah, that was intentional. "Perfection" can be unsettling, after all
Bernard is definitely so DONE this year and it SHOWS -> That is exactly what I was going for, especially since I know that he's not normally
Okay so. Let's Talk About Chrys. TW: Sexual Themes
very embarrassing, but I got the concept from a series of fantasy erotica novels and I wish I was joking
(they’re called the World of Hetar series, very good, very very VERY smutty. I’d say it’s 60% SEX, 30% PLOT, and 10% SEX DRIVEN PLOT)
(I know people who know me are like YOU READ SMUT? YOU?? AN ACE??? and yes, I did, I read exclusively smut from the ages of 12-17 because my Dad worked for "Trash Romance Novel Company" and brought home books for free every month, and the books were, in fact, mostly if not totally smut)
Erotica aside, I quite liked how the author had built up the magical world, the beings, and how magic works in it
In the third or fourth book, called “The Twilight Lord”, the fairies ally with the desert princes who are some kind of magical fae themselves, and they create the Perfect Wife for the corrupt leader of the neighbouring continent to distract him from starting a war
She was a mix of his current 2 wives and the things he liked about them, and looked like the protagonist, Lara, who cursed him to not be able to fuck I shit you not and who he ALSO had a big huge thirst for which was GROSS because he was old as fuck and even though she’s half fairy, she was like. 12 or 13
And this new wife is able to GET IT UP with him, hence how he’d be distracted--he really liked sex (reminder: this is an erotica series)
So he’s too busy fucking her and then on top of that, she would divide the other two wives and basically bring the house down from the inside, neutralizing the threat of this corrupt sex loving mofo
And that’s where the idea of Chrys came from!
So basically tl;dr: Chrys was inspired by a spell a sexy bunch of desert princes in an erotica series did to make the perfect wife for their enemy and knock him right tf down :)
How this works with Cheri’s magic: same concept, less sex
Chrysanthemum is a Perfect Being, who is bound to a specific magibean. Chrys’s purpose is to be Jack’s Mrs Claus, and because she was made with dark magic she drains energy of those around her (except for jack’s energy bc he’s the person she’s bound to) and magnifies bad ideas
spoiler alert: in the long run, Chrys will be TOO perfect and TOO agreeable for Jack and he’ll grow tired and it adds to the whole “I thought this would get me everything I’ve ever wanted but it didn’t” long term theme I have going for Jack as Santa
but yeah
end tw for sexual themes. away from chrys we go!
battled with the “cultural appropriation” bit because I felt as though it may be insensitive but then I wrote it anyway because that’s what it is at it’s base :\
it was supposed to be a stand in? I'd go back and change later? then I didn't. We're rolling with it now lol
Have you ever heard Elf’s Lament by the Barenaked Ladies?
Because it’s where I got the Union Comment from
Then I was like “but DO THEY HAVE UNION???!?!” and remembered the “accident or design” thing and realized “OH they ARE their own union” and figured that in terms of a Santa like JACK, The council would step in (which they’ve done. and tried to do stuff. but haven’t had luck bc PLOT)
god Frostmas is exhausting. Villains are underappreciated for all the effort they put into for being on TOP of things
(in Korvo Solar opposites Voice) what fucking scene are we on. why are these so long. why did i do this to myself. FUCK
ANYWAY CIRCLING BACK TO THIS MESS OF A BTS!
This uniform thing was unplanned/meant to be just a footnote. Then. Well. THIS.
It is a decent feature of the Resort in the movie so, I guess it works out :)
FUN FACT: I was playing a very good dnd campaign at the time! And that's how Davian got her name, lol. One of the amazing NPCs was named Davian, and we had a really good session with them and the name stuck and boom! Into Frostmas it goes. Once again, Frostmas is proving to be a time capsule reminding me of wtf I was doing while writing these bad boys :)
I miss my friend's campaign ):
And yeah, this fight is one Jacqueline cannot win. this is on the elves. So what does she do? Goes back to her hyperfocus of destorying SantaJack
How? By figuring out wtf Chrys is >:)
STUPID DUMB CHRYS
Alright. Scene subheadings are back! Right on.
"Myles would be proud AND would probably have been able to connect the dots and figure out what was up, and then place it on a neat presentation board, to boot."
LEGATE DROP! Myles is Tooth Fairy's Legate! He's v sweet, a lil bit clumsy, SUPER into conspiracies--hence Jacqueline being like "MAN I WISH THAT KIDS WAS HERE, HE'D KNOW WTF IS UP"
So let's talk about BLINTER. Just to clarify: THEY WERE NOT ABOUT TO GET IT ON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DEN. This is just a typical post work day for them: start a fire, make a blanket nest, be cozy until kid 2, 3, or 4 come to harass them
Blaise is pouty bc they didn't even get a single cuddle in before Kid 2 came in like
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And I was 100% referencing the meme lmao.
god tumblr killed the quality. I'll post it separately. ANYWAY
the Blinter and Jacquie scene was fun to write! This is one of the scenes where I was dropping very strong hints that Jacqueline was freezing--and Winter AND Blaise were noticing. Winter'll explain it all in Y11 ;)
FINAL RESORT
"You could really tell that graphic design was Chrys's passion"
another meme reference:
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I think we, as a collective people using slang, should bring back "gag me with a spoon". Also some older slang! I try to sneak those in when I know of some to show. Y'know. AGE.
This whole scene with Jack and Chrys actually was me laying the ground work for FINAL RESORT. Trying to get in all of the booths we see, the petting zoo, and the different announcements about various activities set up before the double digit years! That was my goal :)
THE ELVES UNION AT WORK
Ah yes. the walk out. God, this uniform thing was meant to be small, but lord did it EVER go big. I'm actually okay with it--my y9 notes were so lacklustre, I was concerned it would be (you'll laugh I know) TOO SHORT lmao
No. Fr. Look at them.
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"Because those outfits are a joke, and you wouldn't catch me dead wearing those."
Sassnard. We Stan.
"I'm so proud of all of my crew," said Davian. "Crimes against fashion should NEVER be tolerated!"
"And the break from the constant ruined showtunes, what a relief!" said Archie, leaning very far back in his stool."
The elves have their priorities lol. I Bet Archie and Davian are biffers.
Curtis on damage control was A) a stroke of genius on my part and B) the way I decided to start laying the groundwork for Customer Service Sales Person Curtis we see when Scott gets to the Resort! God, there is SO MUCH GROUND WORK FOR VARIOUS ITTY BITTY BITS WE SEE IN THE MOVIE, IT'S ACTUALLY INSANE. No wonder you all dig Frostmas so much. good lord
And then, we have it! Final Resort. Wholly heckeros! And yes, I did indeed name the Fire Marshall. Marshal. I'm a genius 🙃🙃🙃
""Course! It's lunch. I doubt anything will happen during lunch."
Famous last words, B-Man. And yes, I did that on purpose >:)
CHRYS UNMASKED. AND ALSO, IT'S CHERI!
Cheri's...interesting
While she is master of the dark witch arts, she isn't evil? Very chaotic. Kind of lets it slide a lot of the time when Witches use "dark" magic. Everything has a price, blah blah blah, it's not her place to tell people off about it--that's her sister's place, Gwen, aka, Glenda, master of the light witch arts
And also, dark magic will take what it needs in response. She just makes sure people don't use it SUPER illegally. Otherwise she kills em. It's her favourite part of the job :)
Lawful Evil?? Idk.
FUN FACT: She gave Gwen the nickname Glenda, like the good witch in The Wizard of Oz (derogatory), and Gwen went, "oh! Glenda, like the good witch in The Wizard of Oz (affectionate)? you're such a sweet sister I'll take it :)" and now everyone calls her Glenda much to Cheri's (dis)satisfaction.
Cheri is very not serious and hates being called in for business unless murder is involved. She does NOT ignore any summons, ESPECIALLY from Mother Nature.
Hence why Tara had a easy enough time getting her in
But Cheri does NOT make things easy for people, nope!
"Hay, Jacquie" a la Catra going "Hay, Adora". I was watching SPOP at the time. It's a DAMN good show, Catra/Adora my BELOVEDS
FUN FACT: Only recently decided how Warlocks worked in my universe! They know everything and can guide ANY castor. It's like a reverse of Warlocks in DnD. They don't need a patron; they ARE patrons!
By RETIRING Cheri means that a lot of Warlocks went into Rosehaven with the Call. They were making BANK on the feuding fae factions.
Petty vengeance->one night stand with Jack where he said he'd call back, and didn't, which Cheri expected but any excuse for petty revenge is a good one! Good karma->Cheri explains it herself: if it helps the "good" forces, and she contributed to it, she gets a bit of a pass on being The Worst :)
OH SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THE SNAP BACK INTO THE PRESENT
this was an idea I had had since like, the BEGINNING. Halfway through or so, Jack would bug Jacqueline in the proper timeline, to check in and also let her know that he'd like a turn and also, as a plot device so I could remind everyone it's a story of the past being told from the future, and plant the seed of "wait, is Jacqueline going to forget it? Or is she going to remember it?"
Is she? Well, you're not finding out until the Epilogue :)
It is just as jarring as I had hoped it'd be, especially since I forgot all about it! I was ready to title this section THE END and talk about Bernard's amazing exit.
But yeah, it was a fun reminder that this takes place POST redemption, TECHNICALLY, which is a lot of fun! And that was so pleasantly jarring. I'm pleased >:)
anyway
THE END: BERNARD'S STELLAR EXIT
if you listen to this version of the halo theme song on loop, you may enter the space I entered when I wrote this bit
anyway. i love Jack. He is. the Blorboest Blorbo EVER. But he did, in fact, steal Christmas for his own holiday and turned the park into a Resort. Implying that there is an overnight stay. Especially with a pamphlet THAT THICK. It;s not even a pamphlet. It's a fucking guide book. FUCK.
And like, there were no hotels that we saw. Maybe there are inns! I mean, the Winter Wonderland has rooms. But I digress.
REGARDLESS, something needed to happen to really get B-Man, well, GONE. And this was the final straw: Elf's houses for you to stay at, with your own personal elfsisstant!
It HURT to SUGGEST Jack would make the elves like. SERVANTS so I tried really hard to avoid that sort of thing--but yeah, they'd be like hotel staff but live in. Imagine being an elf and having to NANNY HUMANS?! FUCK
"That's what your emotional support sprite is for," I said.->Meme alert! "sir this is my emotional support x" meme lol.
Jacqueline gets to kick down doors, once again. Idk why she slams doors open so much? She just does lol
"...It's perfect," Jack said. "It's everything I've ever wanted." I tilted my head. There had been something about the way he said that that made me think that he did not believe that anymore"
I'M LIKE, DROPPING HINTS NOW AT JACK'S ENDGAME FOR FROSTMAS (since we already know Jacqueline's)
AND JACQUIE IS PICKING THEM UP!
I wanted to avoid "servant" related words, but B-Man is way more blunt than I am and we thank him for it tbh
"Really? Cause this is me, walking away."
SO THIS RAW ASS LINE WAS GIVEN TO US BY @shittyelfwriter YET AGAIN! WOMAN'S A GENIUS! We were chatting about BMan's exit and she sent a snippet with that line and I went "Ou. Yeah. That's GOOD" and did a bit of "do it different so they can't tell it's copied"
but credit is given where credit is due lmao! Ana's mind is like, BIG BRAIN when it comes to writing and connecting dots n shit :)
and there we have it! Frostmas BTS: Y9. Y10 coming to you SOON I hope! I'm clearing out my drafts. They're all just. Frostmas BTS and wips that have yet to see the light of day :3
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hetaari · 1 year
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2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 11, 13, 15, 17, 20, 21,22 and 24 for that writing ask game :)
Fun fact it took me ten thousand years to answer this bc this ask was apparently long enough to crash the app multiple times whilst I was answering it lmao
*cracks knuckles, cracks neck, cracks spine*
2: Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project
Augh I want to. Hurry to get to the interesting bits of An Unconventional Sort Of Enployment quickly!!! I’m editing the chapters that were already published bc I must’ve gotten so excited to publish them that they came out rushed :/// what I’m looking forward to most is developing relationships! I plan for everything to remain non-romantic bc I’m not good at writing romance lmao but that doesn’t make it any less fulfilling! Developing platonic relationships is actually one of my favorite things to write so I’m really looking forward to it
3: What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)
It’s actually a whole fic idea and also it’s vocaloid so maybe you wouldn’t find it very interesting but anyway. It’s like:
Kaito: have you ever wondered what it’s be like to be someone else
Len: ???? Are you depressed again
Kaito: no I was just thinking about it
Len: I can help you with that
So Kaito changes his name (well, barely, it’s only one letter off) and pretends to be a girl but! He’s inadvertently committing identity theft bc the lady he’s pretending to be already exists and is actually related to him but he somehow completely forgot, and all his friends know her but either they actually thought he was her or they also forgot that she exists too
5: What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?
(Previously answered) Do ocs count? Madeleine wasn’t supposed to be a self-insert at all but at some point whilst I was drafting I was like “ah fuck that’s me innit” bc I realized her personality was far too similar to mine lol
6: What character do you have the most fun writing?
(Previously answered) Germany. I love making him miserable in particular. Also Japan, the way he speaks is so satisfying, same with Russia
8: Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?
Generally yes, but—and I don’t mean to come off as someone who doesn’t read books—why is smut in fanfiction often better written than smut in published books? Is it censorship? A stylistic choice? Published smut often feels so weird and cringe in the way it’s written and I don’t understand why…In fact, fanfiction and standard published books really hit different in general, for better or for worse
11: What do you envy in other writers?
I feel a bit like I’ve stagnated. I’m writing the same things over and over again so I see someone else has written something radical I’m like “damn why didn’t I think of that” so I should really try doing something different…and while I know that the worth of written works is not in their length, I see so many writers put so much emphasis on the length of their works and it’s a bit discouraging as someone more used to brevity
13: Do you share your writing online? (Drop a link!) Do you have projects you’ve kept just for yourself?
Yeah lol. My ao3 is here lol. But yeah I’ve been playing around with an original work for a bit actually. Might consider talking about it more. Anything else I’ve kept to myself are just things that I couldn’t finish
15: Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?
It depends but mainly titles. Summaries I have the least problems with because if all else fails, I can simply make the summary a phrase that’s connected to the title, but that may become a problem if I don’t have a title lmao. In the case of gore however, that’s when I struggle a bit with tags, like “this isn’t extreme to me, but would other people find it too much?” because if it is extreme, I don’t want to want to have people let their guard down, but if it isn’t extreme, I don’t want to falsely advertise
17: Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?
Yeah, I believe art looks a bit different depending on the eye of the beholder, no matter how slightly. I don’t think my motivations are very surprising or complicated—they’re pretty much along the lines of “hey you know what would be interesting?”
20: Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)
Okay first of all I’m sorry for talking about Welcome Back again, it’s my first completed multi chapter work so I’m a bit proud it, like it’s my firstborn child lol.
The way I went about it is actually something I want to repeat—taking a canon moment (in this case, Vene getting kicked out and later being sent back to Germany in a box) and going in a wildly different direction with it. It was supposed to remain a one shot but I suddenly decided to continue it, which is why the transition between the first and second chapter may seem a little odd.
Vene did kind of turn out to be kind of the antagonist though, not that he meant it. But it was a lose-lose situation i think, because he effectively fucked Germany up by telling him he was a country in the first place, but at the same time, it was really fucking weird that Germany would just live his life not knowing about a crucial part of his existence! Not really knowing what else to do, Vene just decided to wipe Germany’s memory just to put him out of his misery. Of course, that may not last forever—even though everyone was sworn to secrecy, somebody is bound to slip up, or Germany may become concerned as to why he hasn’t looked a day past 20 in years (though, knowing how he lived his life before, not once questioning it at all, this is kind of unlikely) but mark his words, Vene would wipe Germany’s memories as many times as he’d have to, even if it does hurt to do so
Also a big fan of how vene and Germany telling each other welcome back for different yet similar reasons—Germany when vene kept showing up at his house after being thrown out, even when he came back quite literally dead; and Vene, even though Germany didn’t technically leave, but he seemed alive again after being put back in the dark about his true nature
21: What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)
Probably comics? I might just be saying this since my paragraphs and dialogue don’t tend to be very long most of the time, which would fit well in a comic strip
22: Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?
(Previously answered) Occasionally. Some of them still hold up, but others? I Can Tell They’re Old.
24: Would you say your writing has changed over time?
Absolutely. I’ve gained a wider vocabulary, and just the general way I structure sentences has changed a bit since I started writing seriously again two years ago. They also increased in length somewhat and are just less sloppy in general
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Hi Jess! Hope you are having a lovely beginning of the week. I haven't sent this ask before because I don't know if it's rude, so if it is please please ignore it! And I'm sorry. Basically, I started reading love is not a victory march when you first posted because I love love your work and I know it said the rating was going to be increased and I read it anyway knowing I can't read explicit works :( I was hoping to be able to skip over them but it didn't work out like that. So I am wondering if you would just summarise what happened in the last few chapters after they slept together? I read all the way up to that and it's you so I guess it's a fluffy ending! But if you ever have time please can you tell me the plot points in like 3 bullet points? Again if that's rude please ignore me I can dream about what I would want to happen! Thanks for all your works! And for sharing them with us! Love you all the world!❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
hi cutie!! yeah, i did change the rating! i think maybe next time I'll just keep it as explicit if i know there is going to be smut? it's always difficult when you post an e rated fic but like loads of chaps arent explicit at all! but i guess if it's going there then i can just keep it at an E!
don't worry, you're not rude! i'll see if i can copy and paste the chapters and I'll take the smut out for you? idk how long tumblr post limits are so... we'll see! it's probably like 20k words so you might wanna move it over to a doc or something! idk if it will be comfortable to read on here but this is the best way i can think to do it! I'll summarise anything they spoke about in e rated scenes if it's necessary to the fic! (i changed a few bits that were alluding to smut but weren't physical so sorry if there's a lot of he says she says lmao. love you and thank you! xxx
[chapter six bestieeeee]
[they have sex good for them! It’s super soft like not my fault i guess]
There’s a slight ache between her legs but she doesn’t mind it. Not when Peter kissed her face when he carried her to his small bathroom to clean them up and not when they dressed in his comfy clothes and he packaged her dress so he could slip it under his shirt as he climbed them up to her bedroom.
MJ wanted to fall asleep in his room but it made no sense - if she’s not here to let people in in the morning, they’ll figure out something is wrong. So she doesn’t put up a fuss when he wraps her legs around him.
He follows her around as she gets ready for bed and she loves him so much she might just die. He kneels by her bed when she sinks into her sheets and she wants to ask him to stay but he looks like he needs to leave.
“I cannot get in bed with you because I will want to spend the night with you and we will be found by Betty.”
“The door is locked. Besides, Betty already figured it out,” she replies, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice though she’s not sure why - he can hear her heart. She doesn’t want to force him to stay. She just doesn’t want him to leave.
“Yeah?” he asks, already moving under her duvet. His hands are chilly on her waist but she doesn’t mind. She just nods at him and moves to lie on his chest. He unties her hair, his fingers scratching at her scalp as she tightens her arms around him.
“Peter?” 
“Mmm,” he replies, sleepy as anything. 
“How was your first time?” she asks, then, “mine was lovely in case you were wondering.”
“Oh, yeah?” he laughs, holding her closer. “It was nice.” 
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah. We liked each other, it was cute. A little awkward,” he yawns, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “Nothing like tonight.”
“Peter,” she whines, scrunching her face up in embarrassment. She’s not expecting tonight to be the best night of his life, nor is she asking for him to tell her it was. She just likes to know everything about him - his life, this childhood, his dreams. 
“I am serious. I have never been in love like I am with you.”
Her heart stops and she knows he heard it from the faint chuckle he lets out. She leans up on her elbow, her hand heavy against his chest. 
“You love me?” 
He looks at her like she’s insane. He cocks his head as he leans on his arm propped behind his neck. 
“Of course, I do,” he whispers, his hand against the side of her neck. “I am head over heels, ridiculously, in love with you.”
Peter kisses her lightly when she doesn’t respond and she lets him. He doesn’t question whether she loves him back, he must know she does. But loving someone the way she loves him is terrifying. She never thought anyone would love her the way Peter does, openly, without there being a reason for him too. 
The kiss slows down, both of them are exhausted. He presses his lips against hers again, once, twice, until he pulls back. The look in his eye is kind, even if there’s something that suggests he’s holding back. 
“I love you,” he repeats, pulling her back onto his chest. She believes him, she truly deeply, in her heart believes him. And yet.
“Promise?” 
“I would never lie to you.”
“I know.”
“Goodnight, MJ,” he whispers and she feels his lips against her forehead moments later. 
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
Michelle stands in the corner of the classroom with her notebook crossing out another failed formula as the children giggle behind her. She hears the clinking of test tubes and the smell of the bunsen burner and she’s glad May was available to help them through their chemistry lesson today because MJ has been distracted all morning. The conversation with her mother at breakfast doing nothing to lessen the fears that her father is about to sell her off to the highest bidder who just happens to be her worst nightmare. 
How her father wants to throw a tournament to find the next Knight Commander who will also marry her while keeping tabs on who is allowed to enter this contest is beyond her. She’ll talk to him at dinner about how she’s not a prize to be won - though she’s not sure he ever cares what she says.
Peter can’t make it to dinner tonight and though he can’t say anything anyway, he’s a calming presence around her father. She knows it’s not his job to protect her - she likes to see his face anyway. She’s not sure what he’s doing instead and she hopes he isn’t annoyed because she didn’t tell him she loved him back. It’s not true, either that he’ll be annoyed with her that she didn’t say it back and nor is it true that she doesn’t love him back. 
Either way, she’s not dealing with it all particularly well. So instead of going over her pillow talk with him from last night, she thinks about other things they’ve talked about. 
This is why she sets up another beaker, pours in the new chemicals from her twelfth formula of the day. Her hair is definitely frizzing and it’s a good thing Peter braided it for her this morning or she’d look a mess for dinner. It’s not like her father wouldn’t say something anyway. 
But she can’t find it in her to care when the liquid thickens, the consistency being springy but firm. She’ll need to test it on the proper surfaces, see if it can hold the weight she hopes it will. But for right now it’s enough to show Peter. 
Michelle ignores the pain in her chest from the remarks from her father and she ignores the way Harry kept trying to touch her and how her skin still burns and she focuses all her energy on not crushing the container in her hands because she’s just so frustrated. Mainly she forgets the way she thinks Peter is annoyed at her because she needs him.
Her feet stomp across the ground leaving imprints in the frost covered grass and the bottom of her dress is getting wet and dirty but she needs to be quick because the tears are threatening to fall and Peter will fix it. She just needs to see him and he’ll fix it. 
She rounds the corner of the stables and finds him chopping wood. He’s not facing her when he comes into view but it doesn’t matter, he always said he’d find her anywhere. 
“Hi, darling,” Peter says, his back to her as he splits a log between his palms. He calms her down without even trying, but she’s wound up and she doesn’t want to tell him why because she doesn’t want him to feel bad about it. So she straightens out her face.
“Hey.”
“What is wrong?” he asks, spinning around to face her, his brows furrowed as he immediately walks towards her. 
“Nothing,” she says on instinct. Peter hates when she lies to him but she’s spent twenty two years having to pretend everything is fine even if it isn’t. He doesn’t get mad like everyone else though and his face doesn’t screw up in annoyance when he looks at her and he doesn’t spew hateful things about her to anyone that will listen. 
He just takes the container from her hands and places it on a log, his arms pulling her close as he wraps her in a hug. Michelle lets out a shaky breath as she buries her face in his neck. 
“What happened?”
“Dinner is just - you know I have five dates next week? And the week after that they are throwing a tournament to see who will marry me if I do not choose someone before that and I just - I want you. I just want to marry you and I want to be allowed to be happy and -”
“I love you,” he says, his hand smoothing down the curls that escaped her braid. “I love you. It is going to be alright.”
“You do not know that,” she replies. 
“Maybe not. But guess what I do know? I know that I love your smile and the way you draw me when you miss me and the way when you say good morning your voice is all raspy.”
“Peter,” she whispers, her fingers tight against his shirt where her hands squeezed between them.
“I love that you bought May here for me and I love that you give Ned extra blankets because he said he was cold and I love how you try and calm your heart when you see me,” he chuckles, then, “as if I do not listen for you everywhere.”
“You are the worst.”
“I am your favourite,” he whispers, moving back to look at her. His face is nothing but kind as she looks back at him. 
“Are you feeling better or do you want me to go on? I have thoughts,” he says seriously. 
“What else do you like about me?” she asks, trying to hide against his chest but his hand holds her face steady. MJ never feels embarrassed for needing him like this and he never makes her feel anything other than completely and wholly loved. But looking at him while he says it is new.
“I love that you read to me when I am sleepy but you are not. I love that you allow me to use your bath salts even though I always use too many. I love the way you make me tea in the morning even though I never drink it. I love that you wear my broken old watch to dinner with your father even though he is always going to say something about it,” he says, his eyes wide and kind as he looks at her. 
“I like to have something of you with me when you are not there,” she replies.
“I am so in love with you,” Peter says with a smile, his lips against hers before she can say anything and she thinks it’s so he doesn’t hear her silence. He wraps her braid around his hand as he pulls her closer to him and she thinks his words and his tongue are going to save her. 
“I made you something,” she gasps when he pulls back for air. 
“Yeah?” he asks, pressing his lips to her jaw. 
“Mmm, it is only half complete but I wanted to see if it would work.”
“And what is it?” 
She unwinds from his arms, the cold air hitting her face as she picks the container up. She hopes it still works, the formula was right but she hasn’t fully tested it in cold conditions for longer than a few minutes. 
The sky is getting darker now so they can test it and see if it dissolves in the way she hopes it will overnight. 
“Well, you said you wanted to be able to get around faster and I did not know if it was possible but I have chemistry with the children this week anyway so I just thought I would have a look at it. It might be insane and you do not have to -”
“Em,” he says. She looks at him. “I am going to love it, you just have to tell me what it is.”
“Okay. It is like webbing. I hope, I do not know. Anyway, I think if we crafted something to shoot this out of it would work better? But I wanted to see if it would stick and hold your weight first.”
“You made me webs? Like a spider?”
“Yes. Is that okay?” she asks, suddenly nervous she has overstepped and made him self conscious of the powers he has. 
“That is so cool! Can I try?” 
MJ watches him throw the webbing at trees, forgetting to keep hold of an end to see if he can pull himself closer. Watching him jump around, running around, watching his muscles twitch - well, it helps the frustration leave her body - though it brings a different kind of frustration. Either way, it's the most fun she’s had since she saw him this morning and she can’t wait to see if he wants to perfect the formula with her.
“Okay, okay, I got it!” he says, the webbing in one hand, the other end attached to the small fir tree about ten metres from them. He pulls against it and it doesn’t budge. So he pulls harder in an attempt to get his feet to skid across the ground. But then she watches his arms bulge under his shirt and he yanks on the white material. 
It doesn’t snap like she thinks it will, instead there’s an earth-shattering sound as the tree is uprooted and Peter swings it a few meters to the side.
“Oh my God!” he exclaims, the excitement and terror evident in his voice. He turns to face her, his cheeks pink and his muscles tensed and his face falls when he sees her slack jaw expression. 
“MJ?” 
Her eyes flick from the tree uprooted and to Peter and back again. Fuck. She walks over to him quickly. 
“I am sorry, sweetheart I did not -”
[ummm MJ is turned on by his strength lmao and she does an un Princessly thing in the stables ty] 
Tapping at her window stirs her from sleep and a rather pleasant dream - she’s annoyed until she realises there’s only one person it could be. Michelle tries to calm her heart because Peter can hear it from miles away and he won’t stop teasing her about it but it’s really not her fault. She missed him as she fell asleep, tossing and turning in her bed as she reached out to hold onto someone who wasn’t there. 
She creeps across the floor, tiptoeing for no reason other than it’s night time and she thinks she should. Pulling back the curtains she sees his grin in the darkness, the brightness of his eyes. She can’t help but smile back as she opens the window.
“What are you doing?” she whispers loudly. 
"You wanted a tree,” he says casually like he’s not hanging onto the outside of her window holding a Christmas tree.
"How did you even get it here without being noticed?” she asks, knowing Beck is watching her like a hawk. She can’t help the smile that spreads across her face though. 
“Do not worry about it, your highness," he says with a wink. 
“Peter,” she laughs with a yawn, then, “come in, dork.”
He crawls through her window like it’s nothing, setting the fir tree down in the corner. 
“I’ll get you a bucket and some stones tomorrow,” he says, making sure it’s properly stable against the wall before turning to face her.
“You are beautiful.”
She frowns at him, her eyes feeling puffy from being woken up. “Peter. I was asleep.” 
“You are still beautiful,” he says, clearing his throat roughly as his eyes scan her body. But then his eyes turn playful. “Do not pretend to be mad that I woke you up, I heard your heart.”
“Why are you the worst?” she grumbles but she can’t get her brows to stay furrowed when he wraps his arms around her, his hands against her shoulder blades holding her close to his body. He’s chilly from the nighttime air. 
“Hmm, I do not know,” he whispers, pressing his lips to her nose. 
“When did I tell you I wanted a tree?” she asks, ignoring him. She doesn’t really mind that he woke her up because she desperately wants him to stay but she likes to attempt to keep him on his toes - not that it has ever worked. 
“Well, you did not. Technically. But Harry was being such an obvious arse at dinner the other day and I could tell some of what he was saying was true because you kept spinning your fork on the table.”
“What?” she asks, her eyes wide as he smiles at her. He moves his hand to tuck some hair behind his ear and she uses the movement to wrap her arms around his neck. She shivers against him when his fingers ghost past her ear. 
“When you are pretending like you do not want to stab someone in the eye, you flip your fork from front to back on the table, like holding the weapon is going to make you feel better.”
“Stop stalking me,” she replies with a smirk, her eyes flicking between his and his lips. Peter leans in slowly, his tongue tracing her upper lip and she gasps down his throat as he wraps a hand around the back of her neck. 
"I am just observant," he whispers. He moves his hands to the backs of her thighs and she lets him wrap her legs around his waist as he moves her to her bed. He pushes her back against the mattress, crawling between her legs as he brushes kisses along her jaw. 
“What time -” 
“I love you.”
“What?” he asks, his hand against her thigh pulling her body close as he pulls his face back. 
“I’m so in love with you,” she replies, her voice shaking slightly but he soothes her like he always does with a thumb against her cheek.  “I am sorry I did not tell you sooner -”
“It is alright.”
“No,” she says, her hands against his neck. “I have loved you since I met you. You are the only person in this world that makes me feel safe and loved and completely myself. I do not want to be with anyone else, ever. I love you. I want you, I will always choose you.”
“Yeah?” he asks, his face splitting in half with her favourite smile. 
“Yeah. You bought me a fucking tree,” she laughs, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. 
He groans playfully. "You know I love it when you swear. I would do anything for you,” he mumbles, his lips against her cheek, her nose, her lips.
“I know.”
"I love you," he whispers as he rolls over, pulling her on top of him and slipping his hands under her chemise. 
"I love you back."
[chapter seven bestie]
Peter imagines MJ pacing around her room. Her feet hitting the soft carpet with a light thud because she’s too annoyed to possibly do anything else, her hair flowing behind her as she scowls. Maybe she’ll be sitting on her bed still in her fancy gown with a book she’ll refuse to read but she likes the distraction of playing with the pages. It was her fourth date of the week, her fifth being tomorrow and they agreed Peter wouldn’t work the events because he can’t stop snapping things on sight and MJ can’t even attempt to be civil to the person opposite her. 
Peter knows she chooses him. He knows she goes into every dinner with an air of disdain for the people who have decided to try and win her over because they want something from her. He knows that. She tells him and she shows him every day. 
But it doesn’t mean he’s any less nervous that she's found someone suitable at dinner as he crawls up the castle walls in the darkness - the only time he can get into Michelle’s room without being seen because he’s no good for her. Everyone in the kingdom would think it if they knew how he thought about her. How he touches her. 
Peter never understood the need for Michelle to have protection. Surely, being the Queen with an army offers you something even if you do not have a husband by your side. But now he knows her, now he loves her. And he’d do anything for her to have someone to protect her in the way he can. In the way he will, even if she has to marry someone else. 
Peter knows MJ wants to choose who she wants to marry and that when she was younger she used to pretend her parents were going to let her. She told him about the stories with the princess who slept in the ivory tower, who married her true love - it’s how it’s supposed to go. But life is not a fairytale. And he knows his fate is to be serving water at her wedding party. 
But for right now, he’s here. Stepping across the creaky trellis below her bedroom just so he can hear her gasp when she realises he’s coming. She knows he is. He always does. But she does it every time anyway and it always makes his heart race. He wonders if she is going to settle her face, pretend she isn’t ecstatic to see him because she’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.  
The curtains twitch and she’s smiling brightly at him and he forgets how to breathe because he likes to tease her for being excited to see him but he thinks about her all day every day and he’s never capable of hiding it. She’s in a beautiful dress, she’s always in a beautiful dress and he’s excited to get her out of it. 
Peter swings in her room, still feeling ever so slightly out of place in his ripped vest that’s been stained by the sun and his hair is probably dishevelled because he came straight from work. She won’t mind. She never does.  
 [Peter swings into her window good for him! And they… bye x]
“So tell me about dinner,” Peter says when they finish cleaning themselves in the bath. He guesses at some point there will be someone she has to marry. Someone is going to be her husband and it won’t be him so he needs to know there’s at least something she’ll like. 
“Ugh, he asked about children and whether or not I will be a stay at home mother,” she sighs, her head resting against his chest. 
“Do you not want children?” he asks, trying to keep his tone light because the thought of her having children with someone else makes his chest ache. 
“I want to have your children,” she mumbles.
“Yeah?” he asks, his fingers twisting through her curls as she grumbles at him. Sleepy MJ is one of his favourites because she says things she’d never dare to say when she’s fully awake and she gets so embarrassed about it. And he lives to tease her. 
“Go away,” she replies, burying her face further into his chest like she can carve out a space between his ribs.
“You want to kiss me,” he teases as he rolls them over, bracketing her head between his forearms. She’s always the most enchanting person in the room, but she’s otherworldly when they’re in her room. 
He kisses her slowly, his thumbs rubbing against her temples as his tongues strokes against hers.
“You want to raise a family with me, you want to marry me,” he whispers down her throat. 
“Shhhhh,” she replies, looking up at him with a love he never thought he’d have, let alone from someone he loves so deeply.
“You are so mean to me,” he says, regretting teasing her now for how distraught it makes him when he remembers he can never have that. 
“I have already drafted most of the laws I am changing,” she says, distracting him from the future. Their future. He rolls them back on their sides as her gaze flicks over his face like she thinks he won't agree with them. He might not but she’s never let him down before. Besides, he’s not sure there’s ever something she wouldn’t be able to convince him of. 
“Tell me about them,” he replies, his feet brushing against hers. 
“Should I get my binders?” she asks, halfway out of the bed before he pulls her back with a chuckle. 
“You can show me the binders in the morning.”
“But it is Christmas tomorrow,” she pouts. 
“You are beautiful," he says pressing a kiss to her nose. "And your gift can be showing me the binders.”
“We said no gifts,” she says, running her feet across his shins. He has something in his satchel for her but she won’t be too mad. 
“Yeah but you love me so you will forgive me anyway?”
“You are so annoying,” she laughs. “Luckily for me, I got you something anyway.”
“I knew it, you sneak,” he replies with a smile, tucking some hair behind her ear. “You go first, one rule change and then a gift.”
“I am changing the law for who the future King or Queen can marry. Whoever they like or no one at all,” she says.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, pressing his lips to hers. It will be too late for them but she’s only ever looking out for everyone else. 
“And here,” she says, spinning to grab something from her bedside table he’s shocked he missed all this time. “Happy holidays.”
“You can say Merry Christmas, MJ,” he laughs. 
“It is not my fault you told me you were Jewish after hanukkah, Peter,” she grumbles. He kisses her and she forgives him with a smile. 
“Oh my, they look amazing!” he gasps, sitting up to try the web shooters that he and MJ made over the course of the last week. She’s painted them red and black, intricate webbing details on the sides. 
“You are amazing,” he whispers, pulling her into a kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she replies. 
“Next law,” he says, full of excitement for the different programmes she will have planned to set up. 
“I am starting a parliament,” she says definitively. 
He thinks back to school and what he’s learnt about other countries and how they are run.
“Parliaments make the laws?” he asks, a little confused as to why they are needed. 
“Yes, and there will be different political parties… and they will tell the people what they intend to do and then the people in the kingdom vote for and the person with the most votes wins.”
“And then you -”
“And then the monarchy is just for decoration, or you know, abolished,” she says with a shrug. 
“You want to abolish the monarchy?” he asks, his eyes wide as she looks at him completely calm.
“Not in my lifetime, probably,” she sighs. “But it is not fit for purpose and I do not know how much change I will even be able to make when I am Queen and I want everyone to have a fair chance at life here and I - I do not want to be forced to have children with someone I do not even like because we need an heir to the throne and they end up like me.”
“Unhappy?” he asks, reaching to push some hair behind her ear. 
“I am happy with you - but before... and we do not know what the next few weeks will even mean and I -”
“So you want to abolish the monarchy?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, chewing on her lip. “Is that insane?”
“Yes,” he replies, reaching behind her neck to pull her closer. “And it is the best thing I have ever heard.”
“Will you help me?” she asks, pressing her lips to his. 
“I will do anything for you. You could want the monarchy to remain forever and I would do anything for you.”
“Peter,” she whispers, then, “I do want that with you. Children, marriage, everything - I think about it all the time."
“Me too, sweetheart,” he replies, sleepy as anything.
“We can just have a peaceful morning tomorrow,” she says, her hair completely in his face as she wiggles to get into a comfy position. 
“Whatever you want,” he replies, his eyes closed as her breathing becomes harder to detect. He thinks a peaceful morning is entirely what they need when they are supposed to host a Christmas dinner for all the children at her programme. He pulls her into his arms as he drifts into a deep sleep where he thinks entirely of her.
[They do in fact have sex and they do in fact get walked in on.]
Peter spends the next day thinking about nothing but how happy Michelle was at dinner. How the children feel completely comfortable with her. The way she will be able to expand her projects and her endeavours when she becomes Queen. He might not get to be with her but she will have that, at least. He thinks about the way all the children gave her homemade holiday cards and she spent the entire night sticking them up in her room and the way she smiled when they told her she would make an amazing mother. 
Peter is splitting wood, smiling at the thought of MJ surrounded by children and he wishes there was a way to get everything he’s ever wanted - but Parker luck has never been on his side. 
Especially not now when he’s too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice the footsteps behind him and it’s too late to react when he hears a throat clearing behind him. 
He turns and he really wishes he’d put his top back on before he started chopping wood because there’s no way he can possibly sly it on now she’s staring him in the face. 
Peter hasn’t been utterly terrified in a long time and he certainly doesn’t miss the feeling. But as his hand grips the handle of the axe and he feels the sweat starting to drip behind his ears even though he hasn’t moved in minutes and the air is bitingly cold - he truly thinks this might be the worst thing in the world.
“So,” she starts, her voice firm as she tenses her jaw. “How long have you been sleeping with my daughter?”
“Ex - excuse me,” he stutters, thinking he can’t lie to her face. Well, he can and he should but he can’t convince his throat to work.  “No, I -”
“Michelle did not inform me of your relationship. I just know my daughter well. Also, she looks at you all of the time,” the Queen states calmly. 
A smile spreads across his face that has no place being there because he’s about to be banished and he’ll never see her again. He could outrun the queen - so he guesses he could at least say goodbye.
“Are you the reason she is saying no to all these suitors?” she asks. And he supposes so, though she was saying no long before he turned up.
“No, your majesty. I have only been working here a couple of months.”
“And I suppose you are in support of her marrying?”
“I - I will support what she chooses.”
“Right,” she says. “Master Parker, I do not need to explain to you why people stay in less than perfect relationships - there can be a number of reasons. Maybe they offer them security, maybe they offer them something they desperately crave. Maybe they stay to protect the people they love.”
“Forgive me,” he says, “I do not understand.” 
She shakes her head, a small smile on her face. 
“I need your help.”
She needs his help? Well. This is unexpected and feels somewhat like a trick but he guesses if he can get something in return - he’d do anything. 
“I want you to put me into the tournament,” he says too quickly, his voice shaking though he stands firm.
“Excuse me?” she asks, and Peter thinks she’s got an excellent poker face but lucky for him, he can see straight through those. 
“I am not expecting you to allow me to marry your daughter… but I love her. And she loves me and all I am asking for is a chance to prove I can protect her. I already know I make her happy. You must know that as well. So, if you let me enter, I will help you."
The Queen doesn’t waiver at all and Peter is about to give up and just say okay because she is the Queen after all. But then she sighs, “alright.”
“Wait - really?” he asks, his eyes flicking across her face for hints that she’s lying - he guesses he wouldn’t know either way. Whatever she needs help with, MJ is worth the risk. 
“Yes. I cannot control most of what happens in the kingdom but I would do anything for my daughter. And the King would do anything for me. It is why Michelle runs the children’s centre and it is why she is allowed to do almost anything she wants and it is why she has not yet been forced to marry despite needing to be by the time she was twenty.”
Peter thinks she could be a little nicer to her daughter as well but he can’t deny it seems like she has done a lot behind the scenes. MJ never needed hidden love though but it's alright because Peter will make up for it. 
“If you help me… I will make sure you are in the tournament but I cannot help you from there.”
“Okay,” he breathes. He doesn’t need her help, she only needs his. “What do you need?”
“I need you to go and get Michelle,” she says, her voice shaking for the first time. His eyebrows shoot up. If she'd said it was something to do with Michelle he would already be doing it. 
“Where is she? What - what is going on?”
“She is in the dungeons -”
“The - what? Why?” he asks, throwing his t-shirt on as his chest threatens to crack open because this is his fault but he can't even think about that right now. How dare they? She’s the fucking princess and even if she wasn’t she would never deserve to be in there. He’s furious, his rage making it difficult to digest what the Queen is saying but he catches on. 
“And her father thought it would be a good idea to keep her there until after the tournament -”
“That is three weeks away!” he shouts, running his hand through his hair. 
“Master Parker, I need you to calm down so I can tell you what you need to do.”
“Okay,” he huffs. It’s just a cold, dark room not fit for a princess but she’ll be fine. She’ll just be annoyed and possibly a little chilly and the Queen is right - he needs to be calm if he wants to get her out without being noticed. 
“I overheard after dinner that Michelle would stay… as Queen… if she were with child,” she says, her eyes looking at the ground as Peter frowns. "And my husband is not well enough to -"
“MJ is not going to agree to that,” Peter scoffs and when he looks over at the Queen, she looks like she knows that.
“I know,” she whispers, her eyes suddenly wet and it hits him all at once. The reason for her being in the dungeons, the way her mother came to find him to ask for help. They have no intention of asking her at all and he grabs the makeshift shooters as the red mist settles over his mind.
“Where is she?”
Peter stalks down the corridors, following the directions the Queen gave him. He’s blocking out the chatter from people walking around until he hears Beck’s voice and he stops, lingering behind a corner while he talks.
“I need you to leave a jug of water at the dungeon door,” he sneers to some worker who doesn’t deserve his disdain. 
“Yes sir,” Peter hears, the shaking of a voice as they all but run towards the kitchen. 
Peter spins into the shadowed corridor that leads down to the dungeons, Beck still lingering like he’s going to stop people from going down there. 
“Oh, I know you think you belong in the dungeons,” he laughs when he sees Peter. He probably doesn’t remember him at all, Beck just knows he’s a worker so speaks to him like dirt because that’s just the type of person he is. It doesn’t matter right now, Peter doesn’t care enough about him. 
“Hey,” Beck barks out when Peter continues to walk towards him and the way he straightens his shoulders is futile. Peter’s hand is around his neck, throwing him against the wall as Beck claws at his hands. 
“Where is she?”
“Get your -”
Peter punches the wall, the bricks cracking and Beck whimpers at the sound. He wonders how much it will take for Beck to give up his trusted friend. 
“That will be your face,” Peter says, his voice low as he gets dangerously close. “If you do not tell me where the fuck she is.”
“Last - last one - straight down -”
“If she is hurt,” Peter says, his voice low as his thumb constricts Beck’s windpipe. “If she so much as has a fucking scratch. I will kill you.”
“You -” Beck chokes out, but Peter can’t entertain him right now, so he slams his head against the wall to knock him out and he forgets to care how he falls when he pulls his hand away. Peter will protect MJ whatever it takes and that includes outing his powers so he doesn’t have to get her out while fighting off the entire King’s court. 
He runs because he has no idea how far away she is and he’s terrified it’s been too long already. He can’t hear her heartbeat which makes him feel like he might just disintegrate on the spot but he runs anyway. There are far too many empty cells and he can’t think about why they have her in the furthest one because he won’t make it.
But then he hears her. And he runs a little faster.
“Go away, Harry,” she seethes, but he hears the terror in her tone. Her voice shakes as something clinks and Peter thinks if she’s in shackles he might kill Harry just for that. 
“Why do you pretend you do not want me,” Harry asks, his tone venomous. “I know you do.”
“Oh yeah, was it the handcuffs that made that clear?”
Harry laughs something sinister and Peter hears MJ’s intake of breath just before Harry curses, clearly recoiling in pain. But it’s alright, Peter has found her - he can see her terrified eyes find his from behind the iron bars. She lets out a sound he never wants to hear again as the padlock snaps under his palm and he kicks the thick door open. 
“Just leave the water,” Harry sighs, his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose. Peter walks over anyway, his eyes scanning MJ and he watches her chest expand and she doesn’t look hurt but he will kill someone for the mere thought of hurting her anyway. 
“Can you not understand -” Harry starts but again, Peter is not interested in whatever he has to say and he grabs his throat - Harry’s face turning red in seconds. 
“Did he hurt you?” Peter asks Michelle, his eyes lingering on her face. She doesn’t speak, her shoulders shaking slightly probably with adrenaline and shock. 
“Em?” he pleads, his hand tightening as she doesn’t answer him. He hears Harry’s gasps and he knows he’s about to run out of oxygen but he doesn’t care. 
“No,” she whispers, shaking her head. “No, I am alright.”
Peter drops Harry, who lands on one knee grasping his throat. 
“Are you fucking -”
Peter kicks him in the face, Harry's head bouncing off the floor but Peter won’t linger on whether or not he can hear a pulse. 
“Hey,” he whispers, suddenly aware he was violent when she doesn’t need any violence right now. 
“Hi,” she replies, her eyes watery but she doesn’t tense when he walks over slowly. He runs his fingers down her arms, hooking his fingers through the rusty cuffs around her wrists. She holds his gaze as he pulls them apart, tossing them in a corner so she’s free. 
“I -” he starts, but he's cut off as she throws her arms around his shoulders. “Are you okay?” he begs, his hands wrapped around her waist, one buried in her hair.  
“I love you,” she replies instead, her face buried in the crook of his neck. “I knew you would find me I just thought it would be later and I - “
“I know, I know,” he says, his hand in her hair. “Let's get out of here, okay?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, then, “your room.”
“Okay, sweetheart.”
Peter gives MJ his thickest set of pyjamas, cleaning his room while she changes in his washroom. He never feels weird about watching her change usually but he’s terrified of upsetting her after today. So he paces as he waits for her to finish, unsure of where she’ll want to sit. 
She comes out, her dress folded in her arms, looking all too adorable with her hair in a messy bun and his thick socks attempting to reach his sweats halfway up her calf. She throws the dress on the chair, all but collapsing on his bed with a sigh. 
He perches on the chair, smiling as she rubs her eyes with a groan. 
“What are you doing?” she asks, her lips pouted and her brows furrowed. 
“Watching you be cute,” he shrugs. 
“Loser,” she smiles, moving onto her side of his tiny bed. He doesn’t move. 
“Are you sleepy?” he asks and she frowns at him. 
“Why are you not coming here?” she asks, her eyes immediately watering and he races the two steps to sit on the bed next to her hair, his hand resting on her cheek. 
“Hey,” he whispers, “what is the matter?” 
“Why are you avoiding me? You have been ever since we got to your room - do you want me to leave?”
“I never want you to leave, I just did not want to overwhelm you. I do not know how terrified you must have been, I was the second I knew where you were and -”
“But you won’t hurt me,” she says, confused as anything. 
“Of course, of course, I won’t,” he promises. 
“Then come and lay down with me.”
He lays down, feeling his heart settle when she immediately lays on him, her legs twisting with his, her head on his chest. 
“I love you,” he breathes. “Are you alright?”
“I will be fine, I am safe here with you. I feel safe with you.”
“I am so glad you are. God, MJ,” he says, letting out a deep breath as he holds her close. 
“How did you find me? I thought -” she says, her voice faltering. “I thought you would not know I was missing until later.”
“Your mother told me.”
“What?!” she asks, her head shooting up from his chest. 
“She knows we are together,” he says because he never wants to keep anything from her. 
“Fuck.”
“She asked me to go and get you and -”
“What is happening to you?” she asks, her eyes wide with worry. 
“Nothing, sweetheart. She did not tell your father - she just wanted you to be safe.”
“Oh,” she whispers, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “She is always doing that.”
“She loves you in the best way she knows how,” he says, his fingers twisting in a stray curl.
“I know. I know she does,” she smiles. 
“And guess what?” 
“What is that?” she asks, resting her head on her arms. He loves her so much he feels a little insane for it.
“Before I knew she wanted help with you… I asked her to let me into the tournament in exchange for my help.”
“What?” she asks, sitting bolt upright. “What did she say?”
He smiles at her and she smiles back before he says, “you are looking at a fierce competitor for your heart. I mean we should check she has not double crossed me but -”
“Are you joking right now? Because it is not funny.”
“I would never.”
“You will win,” she says, her voice wet as her eyes flicker over his face. 
“I will,” he laughs, something far too bright for the day she’s had.
“And then -”
“And then, if you would like, we can get married.”
“But you do not want to be King… we can figure something out, right? Erm, you could be -” she stops talking when he sits up, his hand against her face as his nose brushes hers. 
“I would do anything for you and all I have ever really wanted is to be your husband.”
“Peter,” she breathes, her smile brightening his dingy bedroom. “I love you so much.”
“I love you back,” he whispers when she kisses him. “I love you right back.”
Peter wasn’t in on the plan to not tell the King about his relationship with his daughter. It doesn’t feel right to let him think he got away with his disgusting plan to hurt her but her mother gave up a lot to tell him. To keep her safe. So he agreed with what MJ said. They’d keep their relationship private until he won - until it seemed like his father’s idea to let him enter the tournament lest he does anything hasty while MJ has relatively little power. 
Peter doesn’t care about him at all, for all he cares, he could choke on his dinner now and he wouldn’t offer his hand to help him. MJ is becoming agitated, that much is clear. Peter is as well because her father is ranting about her loyalty to the crown and her mother has not said anything about the tournament yet. 
MJ picks her fork up and then places it back down, a small smile on her face though she refuses to meet Peter’s eye.
“Darling,” the Queen starts, her voice sure even if Peter thinks he can notice some reluctance. “What if the person who won the competition married Michelle but stayed as Knight Commander instead of becoming King.” 
“What good would that do?” her father barks out. But MJ’s heart is already racing, her fingers drumming on the top of the table. 
“Well, it would allow your daughter a smidgen of happiness and you know she will not change her values to appease a man.”
“I -”
“For me,” her mother says, her voice low but Peter hears it. “Do it for me.”
The King’s jaw tenses and Peter is about to just run out of here with Michelle but then he sighs.
“Fine,” her father says. Peter can’t tell if he genuinely just wanted to help the Queen or maybe he’s realising how insane it is to let Harry into the family when he hasn’t turned up to dinner in the last few days. 
Michelle’s eyes flick straight to Peter and he can see now how her mother picked up on it. It’s obvious to anyone who cares about her that she’s in love. 
“You will have to get Michelle to agree though and she is hell bent on being -”
“I agree,” she says, not looking back at her father, she’s looking at Peter. 
“You agree?” her father asks, the anger evident in his voice - it always is whenever he speaks to her and Peter wonders if they can banish him once she’s Queen. Maybe they could banish him and then dismantle the monarchy just to watch his face bulge. 
“Yes. I will marry whoever wins the tournament… as long as I get to pick someone to enter.” 
“Oh for goodness sake,” her father says, his face bulging right now. 
“Darling,” her mother soothes - her hand inches closer to his on the table. “It is only one out of the hundreds… what chance could they possibly stand?”
“You are right,” he huffs, a bark of a laugh leaving his throat. “Fine, one participant of your choosing. As if Harry is not your best choice.”
“Oh sure,” MJ replies, rolling her eyes. “Someone that only gets what they want when I am in handcuffs whether I want it or not.”
“What?” he asks, slamming his cup down so hard the liquid sloshes from his goblet. Peter is about to march over because MJ tenses but then she speaks. 
“Father, do not pretend like you did not know,” she laughs humourlessly. 
“Did not know what? What is going on?” he shouts. Peter wonders if he’s a good actor or if he genuinely didn’t know. It seems like the latter. He hates him either way.
“Darling,” her mother tries, her hand touching his now. 
“Are you hurt?” he asks Michelle directly. 
“I am fine,” she replies. “But only because of Peter.”
“Who is Peter!?”
“My choice for the tournament,” she says, looking directly at Peter again. She smiles at him, a beautiful thing he’ll tuck away in the folds of his heart. “And the person I am in love with.”
“Oh for fu -”
[Ummm they had sex here bye x]
 “Hi sweetie,” May says, throwing her arms around his shoulders.
“Hey May,” Peter replies, his voice sounding tight as she squeezes him.
“Hey man,” he says, a quick handshake with Ned who probably sees May more than he does now that they share a schedule in the library. 
“So how can we help?” Ned asks around a bite of his lunch. Ned gets straight to the point always and Peter appreciates them helping him on short notice and during their lunch break.
“I am going in the tournament,” he says, waiting for May to chastise him for potentially getting hurt even though she knows about his powers.  Instead, she squeals, clapping her hands as she tries to quickly chew her sandwich. Ned is equally as ecstatic and both he and May hug like this is the information they’ve been waiting for. 
“Guys?” he asks, loving the enthusiasm even if he is a little confused. 
“Oh, Peter! We have been waiting,” May starts, pushing her glasses on top of her head so she can wipe her eyes dry. Ned continues for her.
“Dude, we have known you loved,” he starts, his voice a hushed whisper when he says the name, Michelle, “since you started! There was no way she was ever marrying someone that was not you.”
“Of course not, Eddie,” May says and Ned beams. “And she is in love with you… that girl is gone. You two are made for each other, we just… we have been waiting.”
“Oh,” he says, feeling himself blush as they smile at him. He can’t wait for May to get to know MJ properly, the love MJ has always craved will be given so freely with her. 
“And you can get married, right?” Ned asks, peeling an orange. “When you win, I mean.”
“Yeah,” he replies, running his hand through his hair. “We spoke about it last night… that is actually why I am here.”
“What?” May gasps, her eyebrows high and her eyes full of hope. 
“I am going to ask her to marry me - I want to ask her before, erm, well before the tournament because I want - I want -”
“To show her how much you care without it getting caught up,” Ned says, pausing mid sentence to take a sip of his water, not that it matters, May continues for him. 
“Caught in the ridiculous spectacle that is fighting for her love?”
“Yes,” Peter laughs. “I am going to do it by the lake and I will have candles I have been gathering in the stables since the first day she told me she loved me. I was thinking of just a low key picnic or something, what do you think?” he asks. 
May is outwardly sobbing and Ned is digging in his pockets for handkerchiefs so Peter gathers it’s fine. 
“Perfect,” May replies with a sniff. “I am in the kitchen the day after tomorrow so I can make you something if you think you can wait that long?”
“And I can get you some flowers from the gardens in the morning,” Ned says, making a note in his book. “What colour are her favourites?”
“White,” Peter replies quickly. “Thank you, guys. It does not have to be that quick… I still need to make a ring.”
“You can have this one,” May says simply, pulling a chain from around her neck, the ring hidden by her dress. 
“May,” he whispers, his palm open though he’s not going to accept her offer. He can’t.
“I want you to have it. I want Michelle to have it,” she says, placing the engagement ring in his hand, hers clamped over his.
“May this is all you have left of Ben.”
“That is not true,” she replies, her hand against his face, titling him to look at her. “I have you. And you are going to give me grandbabies.”
“Yeah,” he laughs, the thought of having children with Michelle being one of the things he thinks about almost every hour. 
“You love her,” she states. 
“I do.”
“That is all I have ever wanted for you,” May replies, a watery laugh because she’s just too happy. “She is what you deserve. And MJ? Or Em… she loves you so much it makes my heart sing."
“She really does,” he says, a laugh bubbling up from his chest as he feels May’s arms wrap around him. 
“Take it,” she says, clamping her hand on his harder. “Please, it would make me so happy. Ben would want you to have it.”
“Okay," he sobs lightly, then, "thank you.”
Peter wrings his fingers together as he hears her footsteps. He’s not nervous she’s going to say no, he’s just excited at the prospect of getting to spend his life with her. He looks around to check it’s perfect - the wind is slightly stronger than he would like so the petals keep being picked up but it’s alright. The way he’s situated the candles means they shouldn’t blow out even if the wind picks up considerably. 
“Pete?” 
“Hi, sweetheart,” he whispers, stepping out from behind a tree just so he can see the moment her eyes widen slightly when she sees him. 
“Hi,” she smiles, then, “what is this?”
He waits until he can pull her into his arms, her hands lacing behind his neck as she kisses him slowly. He threads his hands into her hair, holding her close as he pulls back for air. 
“I love you,” he whispers, his chest heaving as she rests her forehead against his. 
“I love you.”
“I am going to beat them next week, whatever it takes.”
“Yeah,” she whispers, her hands playing with the ends of his hair. 
“I would beat them without powers because I need you,” he says, his hands gripping the back of her neck with the intensity of his words, his lips against hers again. “I need you and I want you and I would do anything to protect you.”
“I know,” she gasps. “I know you will.”
“And when I do beat them, we will be free to marry,” he says, his smile cutting through his cheeks before he can finish his sentence. He strokes his thumb across her cheeks as her eyes glisten with the candlelight.
“Yeah,” she replies, smiling at him like she has no idea how gone for her he is. Like she has no idea this is all for her. It will hurt when he thinks back on it, how unaware she is that she deserves the best in life. But for right now, he’ll push that to the back of his mind. And he’ll let go of her face as he gets down on one knee and watches her jaw drop and her eyes widen.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes flicking over his face. 
“I love you,” he says, his voice wet as the tears pool in the corners of his eyes. He pulls a small wooden box he made this afternoon holding May’s ring out of his pocket, lifting the lid as he turns it to face her.
“I love you back.”
“I know,” he laughs. The thought is as utterly absurd as it was when he first sat down next to her. There was never a chance he deserved her then and he definitely doesn’t now but he loves her anyway. 
“I will stand by your side, whatever you decide to do and I will -”
“Peter,” she laughs, her hand over her mouth but he can see her smile peeking through her fingers. “Just ask me.”
“You are not allowed to order me around when I am your husband,” he whispers, standing up because he misses the feel of her hands. She doesn't make him wait, her hands pulling his face towards hers, her lips telling him she’s saying yes even though he hasn’t heard the words yet. 
“You always do whatever you want anyway,” she laughs, her tongue in his mouth before he can combat her. Their kiss is soft, though he feels her shiver against him anyway. Peter feels the edges of the ring box in his palm as he spreads his other hand against her back. 
“I will do whatever you want me to, forever,” he promises. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she replies instantly.
“Princess,” he teases, pressing his lips against hers. “Please marry me.”
“Peter,” she groans, though he feels the smile across her face as she kisses him back. 
“Em, marry me,” he says again just so she’ll push him away and he can chase after her. She does, her hands against his chest like she does when she likes to pretend he’s winding her up. He lets her get three steps away before he reaches for her wrist, spinning her back to him until their chest to chest. 
“Hi, sweetheart,” he whispers, both hands on her waist as she rests hers on his chest. 
“You are so -” she groans, her smile wide as she rolls her eyes at him. She’s all he ever wants to look at. 
“I am so what?”
“You are the love of my life," she says with a light sigh.
“I promise to love you forever,” he says, his hand finding her left on his chest. He slides the ring on her finger, and it fits perfectly because of course, it does. He watches the emerald sparkle in the candlelight and when he looks back at her, she’s already looking at him, her lip caught between her teeth. 
“You can paint the nursery whatever colour you like and you can dismantle the monarchy on a Thursday if you like and you can ask me to run you a bath at four am. You can have whatever you want from me. I will love you forever anyway.”
“I will love you, as well,” she whispers, her eyes wet as she looks at him. 
“If I ask you again are you going to say no?” he asks, pressing his lips to the ring before he wraps his hand around the back of her neck. 
“You can find out if you like,” she smirks at him but he can hear her heart, it always gives her away. 
“MJ, will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she beams and he lifts her to spin her around because it seems like the right thing to do. It is, she’s magnificent. 
And best of all, though he’ll never say it out loud. 
She’s his.
[chapter eight honeybunch]
“I cannot believe you have to go,” she says, her finger tracing the fuzzy part of his eyebrow. 
“I know,” he sighs, leaning into her hand. “But in a week I will be able to stay with you and it will be our room.”
“It is already ours,” she replies. 
“Does that mean I can outlaw the need for so many pillows?” he asks, his eyes bright as he kisses her palm.
“Get out,” she laughs, then, “you neanderthal.” 
“Whatever you want me to be, sweetheart… I will be it.” 
“I will only ever want you to be yourself,” she replies, leaning up to press her lips to his nose. “My frustratingly handsome, way too energetic, soon to be husband.”
“ Yours ,” he smiles, capturing her lips. He moves to stand and she really needs to get a grip with how much she hopes he doesn’t leave even though she knows he has to. She smiles at him as he dresses, giggling as he sticks his tongue out at her. She’s so humiliatingly in love but she knows he won't call her out on it so she doesn’t mind. 
She pulls the blankets around her as she ignores his pleas for her to stay in bed, so she can walk him to the window. 
“I will see you at breakfast,” he says, half hanging out of her window and the way she misses him already is borderline embarrassing. 
“Soon, you will be able to have breakfast with me,” she whispers, pushing his curls from his face. 
“I cannot wait for forever with you, darling.”
Michelle twists the ring on her finger as she walks into the great hall. Things have been… better since her father agreed she could enter Peter into the tournament. She’s seen the papers and she lets herself dream that this could work out for them. 
But then the doors close behind her and the air is too cold, almost terrifyingly so and she sees why a moment later when she catches Harry and Beck smirking at her from their positions at the table. She hasn’t seen either of them since - since the incident and she’s not sure how much they know about Peter’s powers but she can’t imagine he was any less subtle with Beck as he was with Harry. 
They both deserved it, that much is obvious. But she wonders how her father will react. How the kingdom will react. 
Peter isn’t here yet which is concerning but not entirely out of character for him. She would let him get away with murder so he’s often a few minutes late. She only really minds now because Harry hasn’t taken his eyes off her since she walked in. 
There is a noticeable space at the table though and she foolishly waits until her heart is in her throat and she’s sitting down to ask. 
“Where is Mother?” she asks, proud that she keeps the shake from her tone. She hasn’t seen Harry since - well since Peter knocked him out and she doesn’t like the way he’s looking at her now. She averts her gaze. 
“She is in her room, Princess,” Beck replies, the dangerous venom in his voice obvious to her and Harry if his smirk is anything to go by. 
It’s not like MJ thinks they’d try anything with her father right there, not that he’s managed to even look at her since she came through the doors, but she’ll feel better when she can see Peter. When she can feel his eyes on her even when he’s behind her. She never feels safer than when he’s around. 
“Oh,” she replies, her hand rubbing against her watch, trying not to make it too clear she’s searching the room for Peter. That she’s spent her life not needing protection but the second he turned up, she found she was desperate for it. 
She follows the grain of the wood on the dining table with her eyes waiting for someone to say something. Anything. 
But then Harry thumps the table with his hand as he places his cup down and she can’t help the way her eyes flicker over. Her breath hitches as her gaze lands on the painted web shooters wrapped around Harry’s wrist. The same ones she painted for Peter. The ones she knows Peter had on last night. 
“So, the tournament is next week, Princess, are you hoping I am victorious or Beck?”
“I would rather die,” she replies, tracing her ring with her forefinger under the table. How does Harry have those? Maybe he stole them from Peter’s room this morning. She wills her mind not to go anywhere unhelpful. Anywhere she’ll have to think about why Peter isn’t here right now - he’s probably just by the lake or sitting in a tree. 
She’s brought out of her head by Beck’s casual threats at the dining table. 
“That can be arranged,” Beck whispers, his voice low and venomous. 
“Threatening the future Queen is not how I would go about trying to become King, Quentin, but I suppose you have no chance either way.”
Beck’s face turns purple as he slams his fist on the table, “you want to watch your mouth unless you want to suffer the same fate as your dishevelled farm boy.”
“And what fate is that?” she asks, her heart hammering because how does he know? Surely her father hasn’t said anything about them being together? Though she guesses it could be any of the waiters or guards that were there when she ran her mouth.
“Your father informed us of your blossoming relationship that was going -”
“You cannot be serious, Father,” she scoffs, her hands balled into fists under the table. He says nothing but she wasn’t really expecting him to. She chances a look over at him and he still hasn’t moved. His neck is in an unsettling position. 
“Father.”
She moves her hand to rest over his and he’s far too cold. 
“Father?” she repeats, racing from her seat. She moves to check his temperature but it’s clear to her now that it wouldn’t matter. He’s already gone. 
“What - what - hey,” she stutters, waving over the guards. “Can you - can you just open your eyes, please?”
The guards are there then, the commotion of the death of the King is almost enough to make her pass out - the exclamations, the gunfire announcement. But she needs to get to her mother - she can’t stay here with them. She chances a look at Harry and he’s paler than she’s ever seen him. 
“What do you mean he is dead?!” Harry whispers, looking like he’s about to run for the hills. MJ has to strain to hear them over the clicking of armour and the shouting of guards.
“We needed him out of the way. He was the final obstacle after Jasper.”
“What?” Harry blanches. “Did you - are you responsible for Jasper?”
“You are welcome,” Beck drawls. 
“You killed Jasper?” MJ asks, the fear settling into her bones at the lengths this man will go to - to sit on the throne. He was her brother’s best friend - the one person she thought she could count on to keep him safe and it turns out he probably murdered him in the middle of the battlefield. 
“It was not even difficult,” he whispers. “He put up less of a fight than Parker.”
“Did you - Harry,” she says, turning away from Beck’s smug smile. Harry looks about as distraught as MJ feels and she thinks fuck him for that. It’s clear to her that he didn’t know about Beck’s plans to murder to father and probably knew less than her about Jasper but fuck him anyway. He doesn’t deserve to feel anything but remorse. 
“Harry,” she repeats, her voice shaking. He looks over at her, his eyes about as kind as they ever have been with her - even when they were together. “Where is Peter?”
MJ runs through the castle, barging her way through guards who try to stop her. People who try to console her. She only really needs her mother right now. 
She barrels through the doors, her mother is obviously waiting for her and Michelle wonders if she knows. If the news has already spread.
“Father is -”
“I know,” her mother breathes, her face wet as MJ sits on the bed next to her. “I know.”
“Beck it was - he was -”
“I know,” her mother replies, finding her hand. “But we need to be strong now, alright? We cannot stay in bed, we have to fight this.”
“I cannot -” MJ sobs, her head resting on her mother’s lap. She hopes her mother lets her stay here for a while. She’s not even sure how to pretend everything has not fallen apart. That her heart doesn’t feel like lead. 
“Michelle,” she replies, her hand stroking over her hair. “I know this is tough, okay? But you need - we need to be strong for the sake of the country. Beck has - Beck has gone to great lengths to be put on the throne. He has murdered half our family and yet no one will believe me,” her mother says, her voice bordering on hysteric before she makes an obvious effort to calm down. 
Michelle thinks of how unfair it all is for her mother. Unable to do anything now her husband has been killed. And she thinks about the last time they had to attend a funeral and how she doesn’t think she could go through it again. 
The air was frigid, the wind biting at her cheeks but she could barely feel it. She could barely feel anything at all other than her mother’s hand holding onto hers. Her heart was painful, it still is. The ache blossomed through her chest until she was surprised she could stand at all.
She remembers blinking rapidly, the way she was not supposed to show any emotions as the future Queen but the tears fell as she shuddered out a breath but it didn't matter. When she opened her eyes, the gravestone was still there. The ground was still fresh. Jasper is still gone.
“No one will believe me as Queen. Not over him, the King’s trusty advisor,” her mother says, bringing her out of the nightmare of reliving her biggest failure.
“Why can you not rule?” MJ asks, her body overcome with sobs. She’s not even sure how she would go about it now. Not without Peter. 
“I was only married into royalty, sweetheart. I can only rule until the tournament -”
“We cannot have a tournament,” MJ replies, sitting up and attempting to dry her cheeks. “Father is - it is too soon.”
“We do not have a choice. Your father changed the laws before he died,” her mother states. “He will not be buried until you have been crowned. It is the only way to stave off a coup. It was the only way to protect you.”
“Did he know Beck was going to betray him?” MJ asks, her heart feeling heavy at her father protecting her within his last hours. It’s weird, how useless someone can be while they’re alive and the way you miss them the moment they are gone anyway. 
“Yes. When you said about the dungeons,” her mother whispers, looking anywhere but at Michelle. “He knew then. He just did not know-how. But it was too late when we had figured it out - and he was not of sound mind. But the tournament is still on and you will rule. And you can rule with Peter. That was your father’s final wish. He just wanted you to be happy with your husband.”
“Peter is dead,” MJ whispers, her tears falling faster than she can stop them. It’s the first time she’s made her brain think about it - and it’s all-consuming. She always wanted a love that rivalled the most romantic of books and all the things she’d ever dreamt about. But she forgot to think about what losing that kind of love would do. 
She forgot that grief and love are conjoined. 
“What?” her mother gasps, pulling Michelle into her arms as she breaks down. 
“They drowned him in the lake,” she replies, holding onto her mother’s robes with all her strength. 
“Oh, sweetheart. It is alright, you are alright.”
Michelle spent the day with her mother, focussing on their plan for survival. How they will cope if Beck wins. MJ thinks she could kill him in her sleep. She thinks May would probably help her if she could muster up the courage to go and see her. But she got into bed the first day and she cried until she was exhausted and then she cried some more. 
And now she can’t get out. She hasn’t been able to for days. She ignores the door and the food calls. She ignores everything that is not the blossoming hole in her heart. The way her body feels entirely too heavy and empty at the same time. How unfair it is that she continues to be here, living, breathing - when Peter is gone. 
She knows she has things to do but none of it matters without him anyway. What’s the point in a world without Peter Parker?
She misses him. She misses him. And she’s not sure how she’s supposed to cope when every time his face enters her mind her knees feel weak underneath her, even though she’s laying down.
MJ never saw herself as particularly religious but she wishes she had something to hold onto now, something that made any of this make any sense. Because all she thinks now is that there’s no way out of this pain. There’s never going to be another day where her chest isn’t threatening to split open with how much she wants to hear his voice, or feel his hands, or just know that he’s out there. 
All she knows now, all she can keep close to her now, is that he loved her. 
That’s all she has left. 
MJ makes it out of bed the day before the tournament, some kind of intervention to make sure she’ll be seen at the grounds tomorrow. 
But she only makes it as far as Peter’s dorm. It’s unchanged, the bed still hastily made, his clothes thrown onto the chair and it takes her out. Her knees buckle as her hand comes to her chest, desperate to keep her heart in place. 
She whimpers as she sinks to the floor, gripping onto his duvet to soften her fall. Everything about this room she loves. The way he pinned her sketches to the wall. The way he always left a sweater under his pillow for when she was here because she was always cold. The way she never felt more at home than when she was wrapped in his arms, barely able to stay on the bed with how cramped they were. 
“I love you,” she whispers, the sound fading away so quickly it just gets caught in her sobs. 
She crawls to his bed, pulling herself under the sheets as she buries her face in his pillow. It smells like him and it hurts as much as it helps. She pulls the sweater out from under the pillow, her fingers tightening around a piece of paper placed on top. 
Good morning, sweetheart, it reads, with a small heart next to it. MJ doesn’t know when it was written, she probably wasn’t even there. He probably had no idea when she would be staying in his room again - but he was always doing things to make her smile. 
And he still can, even with the ugly noises coming from her throat. Even when she feels like the darkness will never leave. He makes her smile even then. 
There is a knock on Peter’s bedroom door and for a moment MJ thinks it might be him. That he might just come walking through the door. She’s so sure of it she bolts upright, wiping her face free from tears. Peter never minds when she cries but she knows it hurts him all the same.
“Peter?”
And then she remembers that he’s lying at the bottom of the lake instead. 
“Come in,” she mumbles. Beck wouldn’t be able to find her here and she’s not sure she has the capacity to think about how awful it could be if he does. 
“Hey, sweetie,” May whispers, the door clicking closed behind her. When Michelle looks up it’s obvious May has been told. Her eyes are red-rimmed as she walks closer and MJ doesn’t know what to say. How do you apologise for getting someone’s son killed?”
“May -” she starts, her voice shaky.
“No,” May replies, her voice kind but firm. “This is not your fault. It is not your fault.” 
“He is gone and I do not know how to deal with it,” Michelle gasps. May’s arms are around her then, her hug warm and soft and everything that suggests the way Peter loves he learned from her. 
“It gets easier,” May whispers. “It gets easier but it never goes away but that is how you know it was real.”
“It is too soon.”
“I know.”
May coaxes her to lie down, her head hitting the pillow at the same time MJ’s does. MJ lays the cover over her as well. May holds her tight, her arms around her waist as her legs slot in behind her. They’re both in far too many outer layers to make it completely comfortable but it’s the only time since Peter has gone that she has felt any level of comfort. 
It still aches deep behind her eyes and the length of her chest and she’s not sure that will ever lessen. It will probably only get worse. But May’s arms and her breathing help. MJ isn’t alone in this. 
“The tournament is tomorrow,” May starts. “Are you alright?”
“Harry abandoned ship,” MJ replies instead of trying to tell her she’ll be fine. They both know she’d be lying. “He said whatever Beck had been planning was behind his back so he wanted nothing more to do with him,” MJ whispers. “But I think he just knew he would never be able to get to that level - I do not think he could ever kill himself and he knows Beck would turn on him with the slightest interference.” 
“And Beck?”
“He is still here,” Michelle sighs, feeling May do the same. “He is not strong enough to win on his own but he must have something else. You cannot kill the King and - and -” MJ stutters, the agony crawling up her throat at the mere thought of his name.
“Okay, it is alright,” May soothes, her hands rubbing MJ’s arms. “Just know that he would only want the best for you. Whatever that looks like now, he would only want the best for you.”
Michelle falls asleep in Peter’s room, May telling her childhood stories about how he stuck up for the younger children and how he adored frogs and how he always knew he was destined to have a great love - like her and Ben. 
“He found it with you. He has gone too early and it will never be fair. But he found the love of his life first.
Michelle takes her breakfast to the lake the morning of the tournament. She wants to eat with Peter. 
She tries not to look around, to see if there is evidence of his struggle. But all she finds are flowers. Black Dahlia’s he had planted weeks prior because she said she liked them but the groundskeepers never entertained the thought of having them on castle grounds. 
They’re in bloom and they make her smile. He always manages to make her smile. 
“The tournament is today,” she mutters, sitting down on the log stool he made for her when she liked to watch him split wood. “The crowd is already starting to arrive.”
She pulls her food out though she knows she can’t eat it. She hasn’t been able to eat in days and she’s not sure when May will force-feed her. It doesn’t matter though - the sandwiches are for Peter. 
“Peanut butter,” she laughs, a watery little thing as she pulls them from the cloth. “Your favourite. It is a good thing we became best friends.”
It’s peaceful here, the slight roll along the top of the lake from the wind. The flowers are starting to bloom. She loves this place, she will always love this place. It’s the only place she can spend time with the person she loves. 
“I miss you so much it hurts to breathe and I am sure you would call me dramatic,” she says, a bubble of laughter that has no place being here crawls up from her heart. She can never be too sad when she’s thinking about him. “But alone is the last place I wanted to be,” she whispers, sprinkling the sandwich into the water. “And no one compares to you so I think I will be alone forevermore.”
She hears the sounds of trumpets, the clinking of hooves and the clattering of amour. Her time with Peter is up for today. But she’ll be back tomorrow. And every day for the rest of her life. 
“I am going to make you so proud,” she sniffs, pulling her handkerchief out before her make up runs any further. “I will always be thinking about you - I am always thinking about you.”
She stands up, dusting her trousers off and she bends to pick a dahlia steam. She tucks it behind her ear, straightens her watch and her ring and takes a deep breath. 
“See you in the stars, darling.”
Beck is winning too easily. His hits are too hard and he doesn’t appear to be out of breath at all. And it is unnecessary for how thick his armour is. No one else in the Kingdom has the money he has - so he could probably get away with just standing there as they attempted to hit him with their swords that bend in the wind. 
But he isn’t. Even with her ruling that there is no death today - there is never a reason to kill unless the threat can not be taken out another way - he knocks them out too hard. He aims for the head and the chest with weapons that should be too heavy for him to carry. 
She watches as the guards line up another prospective knight. Another person for Beck to hurt in the name of what? For her heart? He’ll never have it. For the kingdom? Well, she doesn’t have much choice about that. But she’ll fight him at every turn.
MJ waits with bated breath as the guards call out fewer and fewer people. The list disappearing before her eyes. No one has even come close. 
Beck appears to be the last one standing.
She sees it now. This was all she was ever destined for. It is what she deserves for her place in the family that has so long denied people of so many things. She wants to change it - she is changing it. But maybe it’s been too long. Maybe she doesn’t deserve to try. 
She goes to stand but the crowd starts buzzing with something she can’t understand - their heads all craning around each other to see something she can’t see from her position. 
Beck is furious. Practically stomping his feet and she still doesn’t understand. 
“What is going on?” she asks. May looking equally confused beside her.
But then she sees it. A knight riding on the back of a galloping horse with no body armour, no weapon - he only has a helmet. 
“Is he trying to get himself killed?!” MJ shouts, trying to move past people to order the guards to halt. To get him away before Beck murders him in plain sight and calls it an accident. 
“I demand to know why you think you can just turn up here, without signing up,” Beck shouts, his voice shaky even when his body suggests he’s fine. 
The knight doesn’t respond. They just climb down from their horse and look over at Michelle. But then they walk to the guard, muttering something she can’t hear over the noise of the crowd. But the flag goes up. 
The battle is on. 
“All this,” Beck seethes, waving the sharp point of his sword towards the chest of the new potential suitor. The one with no armour at all. God, MJ hates blood. 
“For her? For Michelle? Please,” he scoffs. “She is not worth it.”
The knight moves, his fist against Beck’s helmet before anyone can scream at him that he’s about to break his hand. But Beck is on the floor within seconds, his sword falling uselessly beside him as the stranger continues to pummel Beck’s face into the ground. 
He’s not stopping. He doesn't know about the rule. He’s going to kill him. 
MJ raises her hand. The guards blowing their horns to stop the round. 
“We do not kill if there is no threat,” she says, her voice echoing around the stadium. The knight stops his assault immediately. His fist is bloody which means he managed to get past Beck’s mask. MJ wonders if she wants to know who they are at all if they’re as strong as they suggest. 
“Reveal yourself.”
He moves to lift his helmet off immediately and all MJ can think is that this is the first time she hasn’t been thinking about Peter all day. Well. Until now anyway. The helmet comes off, the slightly auburn tinge to his hair coming into view first where his head is bowed. 
But then he drops his helmet and his face lifts and she’s truly never seen anything as magnificent in all her life. The pink hue on his cheeks. The kindness in his eyes. The slight lift at the corner of his mouth.
“Peter?”
He smiles at her, a shaky thing and she moves before her body recognises anything, her legs moving on their own accord as she hears May exclamations. She sprints down the steps, the crowd gasping as she leaps over the gate. She misses him. She’s missed him and she has no idea how he’s here but she only cares that he is. 
She’s close to him now, so close she sees the moment Peter tenses, his whole body moving before she’s had a chance to blink and she can barely register that she’s under attack. But then Beck is right there in front of her, the sword barely inches from her face as the stadium drops into silence. 
Her heart is in her throat and she thinks at least it’s her and not Peter. 
But the sword never makes contact, Peter pulling Beck away at the last moment. There’s a struggle and MJ is rooted to the spot - she knows Peter can protect her. She knows getting in the way would be useless. But she hates it anyway. 
The next time she blinks, she can only see Peter. 
“He is a threat to you,” Peter pleads, a long gash on his arm from the sword that is now falling to the floor. MJ watches in slow motion as Beck hits the ground again. She knows he’ll never stop. She knows he killed her father and her brother but she can’t ask Peter to kill him just because she doesn’t trust Beck to leave it alone. 
Because Peter is good and he’s kind and he’d never want to hurt anyone even if they deserved it. But it turns out she doesn’t need to worry - Peter will always protect her. And as Beck moves to lunge at her again, a feral look across his face - she watches the moment he realises it’s over.
For him. 
The way his eyes go glassy as Peter wedges the sword past the armour he wears, lodging it into his heart. She watches the way his hands stop twitching. She watches the blood pool into the dirt.
It’s over. Beck is gone.
And Peter is back.
It’s a rush. The roar of the crowd, the tears from her mother, May coming to see Peter. It all happens so fast MJ isn’t really sure of anything at all. All she really knows is she hasn’t touched Peter and she thinks if she doesn’t she might go insane. She’s utterly desperate to hold his hand, or thread her fingers through his hair, or kiss him even if it means she has to do so in front of everyone here. 
The crowd lingers in the stands as May holds Peter tight and the guards come to take Beck’s body. Her mother stands by her side as it’s announced there’s a winner of the tournament and because Peter’s name was submitted all along - his victory over Beck means he wins her heart. She will be married next week. Something she feared mere hours ago has worked out entirely how she always wanted but never dared to dream about. 
The crowd erupts again and it’s almost deafening. She knows Peter’s senses will be playing up so she spins to find him. He’s already looking at her. 
“Hi,” he mouths at her, a small smile across his face and something that looks a little too much like he’s not sure what she’s thinking. 
So she runs, thankful that she wore trousers today as she jumps at him. He’s ready for her, he always is. 
Her lips collide with his as she buries her hands in his hair. His hands wind around her waist and she knows the crowd is screaming, she knows there are flowers being thrown. She knows this isn’t how a queen should act. But all she can think about is Peter. 
“I did not mean to make an entrance,” he says, his lips still against hers.
“Liar,” she breathes. “You love some drama.”
“That I do, sweetheart, but not when I need to get back to you.”
“I missed you,” she gasps, her nose brushing his. “I missed you so much.”
“I am so sorry. I love you,” he repeats. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“Take me home,” she whispers.
They do not make it back to her room for a few more hours. The need to sign forms and discuss plans and reunite with friends coming before her need to kiss him again. It’s alright, she thinks. They have forever now. 
But the door to her room clicks closed and the air is… off. It’s awkward when it shouldn’t be. Maybe because she spent the week thinking he was dead and he’s right here in front of her. Maybe because he wanted more from her - to seek him out. Maybe she shouldn’t have blindly believed he was gone. 
So now it’s awkward and she doesn’t know why. 
She turns to face him when she reaches her bed, spinning to sit on the edge. Peter hasn’t moved very far from the doorway. 
She smiles at him, though it doesn’t feel like it should. They should be celebrating or planning or doing something other than - whatever it is they’re doing now. 
He looks like he wants to speak but won’t - but she knows him. So she waits. 
“I did not mean to leave you alone for that long,” he pleads. She doesn’t understand. “I did not know where I was and I - I did not want you to think I left you… that I would ever want to leave you.”
“I thought you had died,” she whispers.
“What?” 
“They told me they had drowned you in the lake.”
He scoffs angrily. “Beck put something in my water and I did not - ugh, I do not know what it was but luckily my body burned through it quicker than it took for it to kill me. But by then I was in a carriage in the middle of nowhere.”
“That must be what they used to kill Father.”
“Excuse me?” 
“Oh,” she laughs humourlessly, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “I suppose that news was lost today. Father was killed.”
“When?” he asks, moving closer for the first time. 
“The day you were gone,” she whispers. 
“MJ, I am so sorry," he says, his eyes watering as he looks at her. She wants to tell him it’s not his fault. That selfishly she missed him so much she barely thought about her father but now he’s back he can help her through her grief. She wants to tell him to just hold her hand - to tell her what he’s worried about. 
And then she remembers she’s going to marry this man. And if she wants to ask him. She can. 
“Peter,” she starts, his eyes wide as he nods. “Are you - erm, you are being - why are you being weird?”
He laughs slightly, moving to sit on the edge of her bed as far away as possible. “I did not know if you were scared or disappointed with my actions and I -”
“With Beck?” she asks. She wonders if it’s crass to say she’s never loved him more. Probably. Maybe.
“Yes,” he whispers, dropping his head. “I know you said we do not kill if there is not a threat and technically he was on the ground - I could have got him to stay on the ground but he - there have been too many instances with him and you and I will always protect you.”
“I know,” she smiles, moving her hand closer to him. He takes it, linking their fingers and she feels herself settle for the first time. “He killed Jasper,” she whispers. 
“Em,” he cracks out, his palm squeezing hers. 
“It is alright,” she says. “It put some nasty demons to rest and he is gone now so.”
“And how are you, really?” Peter asks, moving a smidgen closer. 
“I would be better if you would just come here,” she says, pulling his hand towards her as he laughs. But he does move, his thigh almost touching hers, his eyes dancing across her face. 
“The last week has been one of the worst of my life… but you are back and you are all I will ever need. So, all I really know,” she whispers as he sits a little closer still, his nose brushing her cheek. “Is that I missed you and I love you.”
“I missed you as well,” he replies, his hand stroking over her shoulder, pushing her hair behind her. “And I will love you forever.”
She groans as he smiles at her, the first time he’s looked entirely like her Peter since he got home. “Why must you make it into a competition?” she asks, though she doesn’t hate it really. 
“Well, I already won your heart once today,” he says, his voice low as he pushes her back against their mattress. “I guess I like the winning streak.”
“Yeah?” she asks, pulling her lip between her teeth as he lays between her legs. 
“Mmmm, not that I could ever lose with you.”
[They def have sex here as well good day! And they prob say i love you like a million times idk wake did check but like… bye] 
 The bath is not big enough for both of them. It wasn’t the first time but it is all they could have. Now she wonders about when they move from this room into a room for both of them - maybe they could get a bigger bath then. 
“Do you think May would want this room? Or should we give it to Ned and Betty?” MJ asks, leaning back against Peter’s chest. 
“What?” 
“You do not think any of them would like it? I mean it would get cleaned and they would get new -”
“You are letting May and - and Ned and Betty move up here?”
“Peter,” she laughs, spinning in her arms. He holds her face up with his palm under her chin “May is your mother. Of course -”
He cuts her off with his lips on hers. It’s a little wet with how steamy the bathroom is. 
“How do I fall more in love with you every second?” he asks, his thumb stroking across her cheek.
“Shut up,” she groans, trying to duck to hide her face in his neck but he doesn’t let her. 
“Will not,” he says, his lips against hers again. It’s soft until it’s not. MJ tries to pull herself along his body with her hand on the back of his neck.
“Why are we not married yet? I want to be married to you now,” she gasps. 
“Whenever you are ready, Em. I have been ready since I got here.” 
“We have to plan and -”
“I have an idea about that,” he whispers. 
“Ohhh, alright. Let us get dry and you can braid my hair and tell me?”
“Okay, sweetheart.”
Michelle walks through the door of the classroom, equally excited to see the children as she is to see Peter. He doesn’t look particularly different now he’s due to be her husband, his clothes are a little neater and there’s no dirt on his hands but his hair is just as fluffy as when he got out of bed this morning and she just knows he’s got a twig caught on his coat somewhere. 
She knows Peter knows she’s there, the slight lift of his shoulders when he recognised her heartbeat. But he’s with Finley right now so he won’t turn and look at her as much as she knows he wants to. 
“Mhmm,” Peter replies, writing something in his notebook. “I do not know if I can do all of these but leave it with me.”
“But MJ would do anything for you so just smile at her and ask for the sweets,” Finley giggles. 
“She would do anything for me. And she would do anything for you as well,” Peter replies, tapping Finley on the nose with his pencil. “But we must not be greedy of her kindness.”
“Okay… can I see the list?”
“Of course, keep anything you want the most, okay?”
Finley hums as Peter rises from the floor. 
“Good afternoon, darling,” he says, turning to face her as she rolls her eyes, numerous children giggling at their affection. 
“Hello,” she replies, tucking her hair behind her ear. He smiles at her like he knows she’s embarrassed because he’s a git but she loves him anyway. He walks over, his fingers lightly against her wrist and she’s missed him in the few hours they were apart. She finds she doesn’t mind the feeling as much when she knows he’ll always come back. 
“How was the floral arranging?” he asks, a little too close for her to be able to think properly which she knows is his intention. 
“Fine,” she breathes, her gaze dropping to his lips once. He capitalises, pulling her close to place a quick firm kiss on her mouth.
“Ewww,” Lucy says, laughing with Abigail in the corner. 
MJ doesn’t mind. She’d rather the kingdom know she’s hopelessly in love and that people are supposed to be happy than anything else. 
“How is the menu coming?” she asks, linking her fingers with his as they walk around the classroom. The group of girls at the back are in charge of starters and the front are on mains. 
“Fin is working on desserts right now. I think we’re trying to get the number of options down slightly.”
“Mmmmm.”
“MJ,” Lucy says, her eyes bright like she knows something Michelle doesn’t.
“Hi, Lucy.”
“Hi. Your hair looks so pretty, can you teach me how to do the erm half up part, please?”
“Well, Peter did it for me but I am sure he would show you how.”
“I will need my model,” he laughs, holding his arm out and forcing MJ to twirl underneath it. “I can show you tomorrow?” 
“Thanks, Peter!”
“You are such a sucker,” MJ whispers, her fingers against his chest. 
“I like it when they smile,” he groans. “Besides, I need practise for when we have children. Not everyone is as fidgety as you.”
“When we have children?” she asks, the hope blossoming through her chest. 
“Obviously. You think we are not destined to chase after some sticky children?” he says, a lopsided smile.
“I just did not know you had thought about it,” she says, chewing her lip to stop herself from smiling - or doing something insane like kissing him in the middle of the classroom. 
“I spend all my time thinking about you.”
Her lips are on his before she can think, his noise of surprise making her toes curl as he settles against her, his hands tight against her back. 
“Gross!”
MJ pulls back with red cheeks and Peter just laughs. 
“How are the desserts, Finley?” MJ says, clearing her throat as she turns to stand next to Peter instead of leaning on him.
“I got it down to six but I just do not know how to choose between jelly and chocolate cake,” he frowns. 
“And how many was the original list?” she asks, resting her head against Peter’s shoulder. He strokes his thumb over her knuckles and she barely holds back a sigh.
“Twelve!”
“Wow, that is good narrowing down. That can be the final list,” she says with a smile as Finley lights up.
“You are already my favourite and you are going to be the best Queen!”
He might just be saying that for the abundance of sweet treats she’s allowing at the wedding because she can barely say no to a small child with a smile but it makes her heart full anyway. 
“He is so right,” Peter whispers against her curls. “You will be the best. The most beautiful. The kindest.”
“Go away,” she murmurs, pulling his arm tighter around her waist. 
“Sorry, sweetheart. I am yours for life.”
[This scene was a smutty scene but I’ve taken a few bits out so they might not flow as well but I thought it would be weird to not have the last scene!]
 The week before the wedding is too busy. Far too busy considering they have outsourced most of the planning to the children of the kingdom, there are still far too many things to decide upon and arrange. 
So the night before she tries to settle her mind. Her father isn’t here to celebrate with her but she’s not entirely sure he would have turned up anyway. May’s dress is ready and hanging on the wardrobe. Her mother’s crown has been polished. The flowers are ready. The food is prepared. 
Jasper is missing and Ben won't be here but they've done their best to include them. Neither would have wanted them to worry about it.
So all she really needs to do is go to sleep and get dressed. And then she can start her life with Peter. 
The main issue now is that she doesn’t want him to leave. 
“It is unlucky for me to see you before the wedding, darling.”
“I do not wish to spend another night away from you,” she whispers, her lips brushing his as she speaks. 
“No?”
“No, you can stay here and then you can go before I put my dress on,” she says, her voice remaining low as she pulls him closer. He’s not exactly bursting to leave. He pulls her underneath him easily enough, his forearms bracketing her head as he touches his lips to hers. 
“My my… is my wife going to spend her life bossing me around?” he asks, a smile tugging at all the muscles on his face. 
“You love to listen to the orders from the Princess. It is how we got here in the first place,” she smiles back at him, her fingers trailing up his sides lightly if only to feel him shiver against her. He dips his head, tugging at the skin of her neck with his teeth. 
“So sorry, sweetheart,” he mutters against her, letting more of his body relax against her. “I only take orders from the Queen.”
The giggle bubbles up from her heart before she can stop it. 
“You are so annoying,” she laughs, threading her hands through his curls as he continues moving down her body. 
“You are in love with me anyway.”
“Peter,” she warns. Tomorrow she’ll be dressed and pruned by a group of women she adores and she could really do without them seeing the marks she loves to let Peter leave on her. 
“Tell me that you love me,” he says, peppering kisses across her ribs. 
“I love you.”
“Hmmm, pretty.” 
“Tomorrow then,” he says.
“Tomorrow,” she repeats, her fingers lazily in his hair as she smiles at the ceiling. Tomorrow, he’ll be able to do whatever he wants. Tomorrow, she’ll meet him at the altar. Tomorrow, they’ll be husband and wife. 
“I love you, Michelle,” he mutters.. “I cannot wait to be your husband.”
“I love you,” she says.
“I should hope so,” he replies with a laugh, then, “you are going to marry me tomorrow.”
She is. She truly is going to marry him tomorrow. The rest of their days and their nights will look somewhat like this. They’ll spend their time drafting fairer laws and expanding the lives of those in their kingdom. She’ll do what she needs to do to be fair and to be kind. And she’ll do it all with Peter.
She gasps, her back arching as she tightens her fingers in his hair. 
“I will be the one in white.”
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you did it again queen constantly raising the bar for us all.. honeslty chapter 5 was the best chapter so far literally 12/10 nothing can beat it. it was so well written you could actually see how the rape affected oc and how her behaviour after it tore at gyu. i didn’t disagree with a single thing she did.. in my eyes she did no wrong she was not a weak bitch in this chapter.. even the semi smut scene wasn’t that bad =bc listen gyu talking about a family heirloom and the beach day and knowing she’ll never see him again. i completely understand how it ate her up on the inside and she felt the need to kiss him. . moving on i genuinely love how u write wonyoung as being kind bc so many ppl hate her for being pretty and just assume she’s a bitch (which idk the girl but she probs isn’t) and her kindness continues to outshine everyone in that castle (even if her loyalty lies with her brother which it would for me tbh) (especially in those days- family = life).
beomgyu grovelling>>>>> his quotes were heartbreaking like how can he say “i love you more than anyone has loved ever” or “my power is yours” my heart was breaking and breaking x2773 and yh finally taehyun.. he’s interesting but so fine idc. i’m a lil scared for oc bc end of the day that’s my girl. even if she’s a lil dumb at times it’s okay she’s been through a lot. spoiler about smut scene are we gonna get sub taehyun and sub gyu?? like what are u thinking they’re gonna be???
🫣anon
it so good to hear that my hard work paid off 😭 i was so worried about giving oc's mental state justice because rape is such a serious topic but at the same time i wanted to highlight just how affected she is by the people and culture around her that try diminish the weight of it and also how her own lingering feelings for gyu make her feel guilty and conflicted. i'm also glad that the smut scene was understandable as i did feel it was. he's very good at being persuasive and she loves him so much despite everything, and especially with her knowing she'll leave him, she wanted that last piece of him. also it lays the groundwork for future scenes
and yeah i really dislike painting other female characters in a bitchy light because i feel like it we've been taught to hate each other too much. ofc sometimes characters are just assholes, whether male or female, but i do try to avoid it when it makes sense. that's why i made the princess's character not outright bitchy either.
as for real life wonyoung, omg i feel so sorry for her. i gotta admit that at first I didn't like her either and felt like she was a try hard and didn't get the appeal but she really shines in i've and imagine being in the spotlight and under intense scrutiny ever since you were 13. the abuse this girl had to go through is insane and you can see that she reads the hate comments because she always modulates her actions quickly (like her lazy hair bullshit thing) so i really worry for her. sorry for the tangent but she's just so young and she gets so much hate over trivial things.
"i’m a lil scared for oc bc end of the day that’s my girl. even if she’s a lil dumb at times it’s okay" this was actually really sweet to hear. oc definitely isn't perfect and i get that she can be frustrating (and will continue being frustrating) but i feel like it's reasonable all thing considered and she's trying her best lmao
for the smut scenes it will be dom!gyu and sub!tyun but not in the same chapter
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The Match - Part 5
Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao
A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me
AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446
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Still awake, baby?
Fuck.
You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.
It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.
But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).
You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.
Yeah. Why are you still up tho?
Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!
You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.
“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.
Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.
“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”
You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.
“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.
“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.
Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”
You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.
“You still there?” Bucky asked.
“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.
“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”
There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.
Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.
“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.
“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.
Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.
“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.
“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.
“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.
“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.
You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.
“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”
And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.
You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.
You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.
“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.
You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.
It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.
“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.
You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.
Of course, you wouldn’t last long!
“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.
Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.
You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.
Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”
You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”
“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.
You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.
“Good night, baby.”
“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”
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To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.
You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.
“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.
“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”
You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”
Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.
“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.
“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.
“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.
Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.
Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!
Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.
Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.
“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”
-
You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.
“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.
Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.
“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.
Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?
You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.
Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?
“I uhh, I think I��ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.
Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.
“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.
There goes your heart.
“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.
Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.
“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.
Bucky frowned, “Why?”
You shrugged, “No reason.”
“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”
How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!
You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.
“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.
“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”
Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.
“What do you want then?” He asked.
Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?
“I don’t know.” You shrugged.
“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”
Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.
Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.
“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.
Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.
“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.
Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.
“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.
He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”
“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.
You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.
Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.
“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.
“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.
Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.
“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.
The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.
But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.
“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”
Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.
Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”
No.
“Yes.”
Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”
You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.
“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.
You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”
“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.
You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.
But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.
You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”
“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”
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Payment Due! || Jeon Wonwoo (6/7)
Pairing: Camboy!Wonwoo x f!reader || sex worker au!
w.c: 10.1k (I’m sorry lolol)
Genre: 18+ smut, fluff, angst
Warnings: angst, smut, mentions of weed and axe body spray (yes this is a warning) teasing LOTS OF IT, mentions of sexting, a bet, smut, suggestive, oral (f receiving), fingering, cum eating, penetrative sex, semi-protected sex, slight cum play, mentions of squirting.  
Synopsis: HYBE U one of the top highly prestigious universities in the country. A shithole, a total money making scam that liked to sucked the life out of its students. Not being able to meet the funds to pay for your tuition your best friend lets you in a little secret. A way he’s been keeping afloat for years now, easy money. The problem is you want in.
Note: Hello everyone, thank you so much for being so patient with me these last two weeks. Payment Due! is coming to an end and I’m a little sad but also happy, but I’ll get more into that when I upload the last part/epilogue next week and the ending ment (hopefully I can get it up in time) This was one of my fav chapters to write tbh. (I feel like I say that for all the chapters I’ve written lmao) ANYWAY, enjoy, let me know your thoughts please and thank you.xxxxx
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You look beautiful today ;)
The butterflies in your stomach erupt the second you read Wonwoo’s text and instantly you look up at him. Your bright eyes find his hiding behind his new black frames. A little part of you dies, paying your kind respects to his round specs. The fantasy of them sliding off his nose while he’s in between your legs, dies with it. Buried deep in the confinements of his bedside drawer, while you conjure up a new fantasy, one that involves his new dark frames and it makes your body heat up. 
New glasses? I like them, miss the other ones though :(
You set your phone down, returning your attention to the screen of your laptop. The word document sitting untouched as you tried to come up with a new topic sentence for your final paragraph.
Graduation was a week away. Three days to be exact, so not really a week away, but that’s what it felt like. Staying away from Wonwoo was a lot harder than you thought. Everything reminded you of him, from the stray cat you found on your way home from work on a Saturday night - in which of course you named her Lilac after Wonwoo’s favorite flower - to the One Direction song Joshua showed you when you slept over last week. 
It was driving you insane, especially because Jeonghan loved to remind you how stupid the two of you were being. 
“If you guys want to fuck, just fuck. Stop beating around the bush it’s giving me blue balls and I have sex with my boyfriends at least two times a week.” He drunkenly stated after four margaritas’s a month ago when you had gone over for margarita night. A national holiday only Joshua, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Maya celebrated. 
“Yeah, dude, I’ve been waiting for the moment Wonwoo stops being stupid for years and I’m met with this.” Maya, grumbles blowing out air, making the strands of her fiery red hair that had fallen over her right eye take flight only for it to land against the tip of her nose again. “I say we make a bet on who makes the first move. By the end of this week, they’ll be at it like rabbits.” She lifts her glass, proposing the toast, making the three men yell out their predictions. 
Little did they know Wonwoo and you had been texting minimally every day, with the added naughty sext. You had never once made the actual effort to take nudes. But ever since Jeonghan’s Nude 101 lecture, you had started too. And damn, did it turn you on beyond belief. Most nights, if neither of you were slumped with final assignments, projects, or papers. The two of you would spend a good portion of it teasing one another, through tiny blue chat bubbles. It would start innocently, like now. Only for it to increase into slightly more suggestive statements. Until you nor Wonwoo could take it anymore. 
One moment you’d be giggling against the pillow fortes on your bed, and then the next your hand would sneakily make its way down your pants. Imagining his fingers. Repeating the dirty words he had texted you in your head while you imagined him doing everything he said he would do to you. 
Needless to say, those were the best orgasms you had ever been able to give yourself. And you were damn good at pleasing yourself. But the relentless push and pull had the two of you on your toes. Counting down the days until graduation. Until he got to buy you your favorite meal at the diner, already on the house because Maya wanted to see her ship finally sail. 
Three days, that’s all you needed to wait. Three days and two nights. But with the way, Wonwoo looked now. New black frames, tight workout shirt, sitting slightly below his belly button, showing off the silver barbells, the ridges of his abdomen, and his biceps. His cargo pants hanging low on his hips, the band of his black underwear peeking through. By the show of his smirk, you could tell he did this on purpose. Spent an extra hour in front of his bathroom mirror, trying on outfits like a teenage girl getting ready to impress her crush on the first day of junior year of high school. You knew he purposely visited the cafe, ordered his usual black coffee with one pump of chocolate syrup because he knew you would be sitting there working on your final assignment that was due on Saturday morning, an hour before the graduation ceremony. 
This wasn’t fair. 
Just then, before you could spiral further into the gutter your phone rings. Quickly, almost embarrassingly too quick you pick it up. An insignificant frown appears on your face when it’s Jeonghan’s name on your phone screen and not Wonwoo’s. 
No contact for two months? Did Cheol win? Pls, I can’t lose, my reputation is on the line. !!!
You roll your eyes and place your phone down, screen down, and look up. Both Wonwoo and Jeonghan are looking in your direction. Jeonghan with a suspicious glint behind his tired eyes. His hand protruded with Wonwoo’s drink, slightly annoyed because he was holding up the line. He clears his throat, making Wonwoo jump, his hungry eyes leave you and for the first time in a while, you feel completely naked now that he isn't looking at you anymore. 
They both exchange a few words. Jeonghan’s arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed in determination and you know he’s interrogating Wonwoo which makes you groan in annoyance. Your newfound friends seem to have trouble minding their own business. For weeks now they have been secretly meeting up, every Wednesday after Jeonghan’s closing shift in one of the classrooms along the hallways connected to the Campus Cafe. Their sole purpose is to discuss anything related to the bet they had going on.
Joshua had lost a long time ago along with Maya. Their bets fell through when even after a week you and Wonwoo had respectively kept your distance. Seungcheol had a day left to win and Jeonghan was heavily convinced the two of you would make it to Saturday morning. He claimed because after only knowing you for a short period of time, your self-control was stronger than anyone he had ever known.  
In other words, your competitive spirit wouldn’t let you give in, no matter how much you really really really wanted to. 
The only reason you knew about these secret debriefing meetings was because yesterday they dragged Yoongi into them. Maya had supposedly seduced him into a classroom while he was passing by only to be interrogated - his exact words - by the four menaces you had grown to love. Apparently, they needed his quiet brooding expertise, because he was the least suspicious person they knew. 
Little did they know that Yoongi sitting with you during his break and gifting you a strawberry milkshake only made him more suspicious. To add on he asked about your love life. That was the most he had ever said to you, except for your name every time he announced that your drink was ready. And the, have a lovely day that accompanied it every time you took it from his hand. 
Yoongi confessed and apologized after five minutes and the second sip of your drink. Not a second later you were marching up to the counter, thanking your angels that it wasn’t rush hour and the cafe was empty. Except for you, a few other stressed-out students typing furiously on their laptop keyboards. That would’ve been you if you weren’t busy sharing the colorful vocabulary you had adapted while growing up to Jeonghan’s face. 
His glare towards Yoongi was deadly, mumbling a quiet, I should’ve never trusted the weakling, underneath his breath. That earned him a hard flick against his forehead from you, making him apologize to his coworker not a moment later. 
It was an eventful first two hours. You still had one more before your last class of the day, which was roughly an hour and fifteen minutes long, and finally you’d be home. Underneath your bedspread, hopefully sharing a dirty exchange with Wonwoo before bed. 
In hindsight, if you were to tell your friends what was really going on behind the scenes, Minghao would have won a long ass time ago. He wasn’t there when the bet was finalized, but unknowingly Maya had told him. When you clocked in for your shift, the first thing Minghao had told you was that you and Wonwoo wouldn’t last three days without talking to one another. And it had happened exactly like that. Both you and Wonwoo had sworn to secrecy. Changing your names on each other’s phones to not attract any suspicions just in case either of you decided to start your teasing earlier than usual and in the presence of others.  
It was fun not giving in to your friends' antics. Seeing all five of them, now six with the addition of Yoongi made it all the more exciting. And now you were determined not to lose.
He just wanted to remind me of his brother’s birthday tomorrow. 
You finally reply to Jeonghan. Wonwoo now walking to the double doors that connected the hallway of classrooms, double-checking to see if anyone was looking before blowing you a kiss and mouthing that he would text you tonight. You don’t get enough time to respond as inconspicuously as possible because the text tone of your phone makes you jump.
I’ll let it slide but if I find out that I lost a month's worth of einstein bagels, you’re losing your free coffee privileges forever!!!!!!!
Befriending Jeonghan was the greatest and worst thing you have ever done. 
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The mailroom was only a small overcrowded room next to the laundry room on the first floor. If it didn’t smell like cheap detergent from the convenience store down the street. It smelled like the aging metal and sweat, sometimes weed if you were lucky. 
This is where you spent your Friday nights, instead of going out. Somehow a month into your not talking to each other but talking to each other, deal; getting the mail at the same time, on the same day every week had become a part of your routine. 
“We aren’t supposed to talk to each other.” You say, inserting the key to your mailbox, opening it and grabbing the stack of mail you purposely let pile up for Friday’s. 
Wonwoo stands next to you copying your movements. “We have one day left.” He rolls his eyes, closing his mailbox. “And that’s not what your text was suggesting earlier.” He side-eyes you, leaning his shoulder against the metal mailboxes, slyly going through his mail. Prolonging the few minutes he has with you.
 “Oh, my cousin is getting married, want to be my date?” He grabs the cream-colored envelope in his fingers and turns it so it’s facing you. 
You smile, closing your mailbox and picking up the same cream-colored envelope, and showing it to him. “Have to see, I might be busy attending my boyfriend’s cousin's wedding.” You shrug, taking your key out of the lock. “I think he’ll be okay with me going with my best friend.” You send him a wink and walk towards the door. 
The yellow light of the overhead lamp flickers. It almost leaves the two of you in complete darkness and that’s something you definitely want to avoid. There was only a day left. And you weren’t about to break your shitty abstinence streak, here, in the mailroom that smells like weed and cool ocean axe body spray.
Wonwoo, though, has other ideas. He’s close to tipping over the iceberg. More so now that you indirectly referred to him as your boyfriend, when he had done a shitty job of asking you to be his through a voice note while he was in mid-orgasm. Your response was a voice note of you laughing - the melodic laugh he hadn’t had the privilege of hearing in person for almost two months made his stomach jump, only for it to plummet into the deep ocean when you declined. He sat there frayed, cum covering his chest, putting a damper on the sweet high he had just experienced. He didn’t answer for what seemed like an hour but really, only five minutes had gone by. 
The next text he got from you, was your promise of a definite yes on graduation night. It weaved the disappointment and sadness away as it was replaced with more impatience. His eagerness kept him up all night that day. The next day Maya made fun of his eye bags under the bright fluorescent lights of the lab classroom. 
He didn’t talk to her for the full two hours, which only made her teasing worse. 
Wonwoo should’ve never introduced her to Jeonghan. Now he had a second Jeonghan in female form making his life miserable every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon from two to four. 
“Wait a few more minutes.” He rushes, taking long strides and closing the door to the mailroom. The impact shakes the overhead lamp and finally after months of hanging on by a literal thread it goes out. Leaving the two of you in complete darkness. 
Your breathing hitches, lodges itself in the back of your throat, “Wonwoo.” The single word, his name, was the only thing you could get out. Even though it's only a faint whisper, as his body basically traps you in. Instantly you forget about all the smells of the small room, basking in the comfort of Wonwoo’s cologne. His hand is still on the doorknob, his other clenching and unclenching by his side. 
“Just one kiss and I’ll let you go.” He whispers, bringing his face down. You could feel his breath against your neck and you curse yourself while thanking yourself for wearing your hair up instead of down. “Please, I’ll be good, just one kiss.” His lips hover above your skin, his warm breath fanning it, delicately kissing it. 
You swallow, closing your eyes. It was tempting. Everything about Wonwoo was tempting, to the way he purposely chose to wear a crop top today, showing off the metal stud adorning his belly button. To the sweet messages, he sent you every night before bed. Paragraphs recounting loving memories of the two of you that he would never let go of. Or essays of the things he loved most about you. Every night was something new and it only made your heart for him grow in size. 
One day you’ll be able to see yourself from his point of view and understand why he thought the world of you. And you couldn’t wait. 
“And let Jeonghan win, he’s so serious about this. I bet he has spies everywhere we go.” You joke, swallowing thickly before turning around and placing your hand on his chest. It sends a shaking jolt through your body, almost knocking you down and giving in. But you are stronger than this, you spent almost a decade hiding your romantic feelings and sexual attraction towards him. You could wait one day. 
“Tomorrow, I’ll give you all the kisses you want and more.” You tilt your head, tapping your fingers against his chest. He bites his bottom lip and sighs, letting go of the doorknob, and steps back, taking his comforting aura and smell with him. 
Finally, you could breathe again. 
“After tomorrow I’m never letting you go.” He stuffs his hands in the pocket of his sweats, pushing them further down, leaving very little to your ever-present imagination. “You go up first before I change my mind and take you against the wall.” 
“I think having sex on camera again is something I don’t want to do for a while or probably ever.” You point at the security camera in the corner of the room. The red light flickering, indicating that it was indeed working. “That Mingyu dude finally got the message and stopped dming me on Instagram.” 
“You could’ve just blocked him.” Wonwoo sighs. 
“And have him make more accounts? I don’t think so.” You shake your head, “Plus he’s cute and used to let me cheat off him in our college math course a couple of years ago.” 
Wonwoo rolls his eyes and closes the distance between the two of you again. This time not caring about a camera or a bet or the fact that he was already semi-hard, and circles his arms around your waist reeling you in. “He’s cute?” His jealousy seeps through and he feels ashamed. Only a little. 
“Calm down baby boy, you know I only want you.” You giggle and push him away again, making him drop his hands. “I’m going now, stay, if you follow me I’ll let front desk Kyle know that you watched The Lord of the Rings series last week.” 
“That’s cruel. You know he won’t shut up about it if you get him talking. He’s worse than apartment 203 Kyle every time a new Avengers movie comes out.” He whines, stomping his foot on the ground childishly. 
You smile, reaching behind and opening the door. “Then you know not to follow me.” 
He nods, stepping back until he hits the metal mailboxes, the single overhead light starts flickering again, slowly bringing the room back to life. “I’ll miss you.” 
You don’t answer, instead, you blow him a kiss and walk out. Years ago, back when you were fifteen, after a disastrous date and messy inexperienced make-out session with the boy in the mailroom, you swore that being with Wonwoo wasn’t what the universe wanted. Now a decade later, a bachelor’s degree and a master’s degree a day away, you were more than positive that this is what the universe wanted. 
You and Wonwoo together, until the end of time because truthfully the only person you saw yourself ever being with was him.
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“Our little girls are growing up.” Seungcheol fake sobs into Joshua’s neck as Jeonghan took a picture of you and Maya in your graduation gowns.
In just two months Maya and you had grown closer and closer. The two of you spent every waking moment together. Sometimes you even visited the diner she worked at, sat in your usual booth doing your assignments, while she kept the unlimited fries - a specialty of the said diner - coming. 
This was only after she approached you one afternoon in the hallway on your way home from class. Kindly, she introduced herself and apologized for what had happened at the bookstore. Then you invited her to get coffee and the minute the two of you got talking about anything and everything, you couldn’t stop. She told you about how Wonwoo never shuts up about you and how she has this overpowering crush on her co-worker; Soonyoung. 
Tonight she plans on asking him out. She says he’s too focused on his Environment Conservation degree and the decreasing population of tigers to notice any of her advancement. “Shut up, you’re worse than my actual dad and he’s non-existent.” Maya spits out, joking, earning a pointed look from Seungcheol. Every time Maya made a joke about her dad or lack of a dad, Seungcheol always got mad. He says self-deprecating jokes aren’t allowed in the family and that she shouldn’t joke about such a thing because it made him feel bad. 
In typical Maya fashion, she ignores him. 
“My mom’s already inside with Wonwoo’s parents, they’re saving you all a seat.” You bud in before the start of another argument. An argument only a father and a daughter would have. Maya didn’t have a dad but she sure had Seungcheol and that was enough. 
“One more picture please.” Joshua begs, pushing his boyfriend away, “With all three of us, our first family picture.” 
“Not a family picture until Wonwoo gets here though and we’re missing Yoongi and Hao,” Jeonghan grumbles. Upset that he had officially lost the bet. He would’ve won if Wonwoo and you decided to carpool to the venue like the two of you originally planned, but he was running late so you decided to just go with Maya. 
“Fine, then let’s take a partial family picture and when we finally open the restaurant next week, we’ll take another one.” Joshua combat’s, his snarky tone goes unnoticed, making Seungcheol huff out and Jeonghan rolls his eyes. 
Despite only knowing the four of them for two months you had quickly picked up on some of their habits. Whenever Joshua was nervous his sarcasm would increase, almost coming across as rude. But you understood where his nerves were coming from, this was the first time and most public event the three of them attended as boyfriends since officializing their relationship. Though no one on the outside of your friend group would know, it was still enough for his nerves to spiral out of control. 
“Can we make it quick, I want to get a good seat?” Maya speaks up, fixing her tassel. You would think after doing this three times, the direction of the tassel before the ceremony would be ingrained into your brains. But neither you nor Maya knew. Opting to google it as your last option. 
Tassels go on the right side until their degrees are conferred, then moved to the left.
According to the small box of text that appeared at the top beyond the search. Still, the two of you were unsure until Seungcheol fixed them after picking the two of you up from your apartment. 
“Let’s wait for loverboy. He just texted me saying he’s parked.” Jeonghan pipes in, turning his phone around, showing off the short text from Pornsite Loverboy, no doubt Wonwoo. Joshua groans, running a hand through his hair. Every time someone surrounding all of you turns their head for a minuscule second, he starts to silently panic again, making his need to go inside away from prying eyes grow significantly.  
Seungcheol places a comforting hand on his shoulder squeezing it gently, making his eyes bulge out of their sockets. The touch is innocent, but in Joshua’s head, it's not. Every time he’s in this state he can’t stop his mind from entering the gutter. 
“I’m scared to know what my name is on your phone.” You point out, shifting from side to side. Decided, wearing heels was the worst idea you could have possibly had today, you hadn’t been standing for long and your feet were already threatening to fall off. 
“It’s Princess of Idiocy of course and Maya is Flaming Hot Cheetos cause you know her hair.” He shrugs, shoving his phone into the pocket of his jeans. Maya steps forward, her fist in the air but before she could land her punch. Wonwoo screams, causing all five of you to turn your attention to him. Maya’s attack is gone but certainly not forgotten. Knowing her she was already planning her revenge in her head. 
The air in your lungs gets caught in the back of your throat as your eyes finally find Wonwoo’s. He’s running faster than you have ever seen him run. His graduation gown open, showing off his white dress shirt and black slacks. You have to literally pinch your arm to keep yourself from drooling. His hair is styled to perfection with a few strands falling over his left eye. You’re left wondering how it hasn’t moved a centimeter when he finally stops in front of your friend group, smiling wildly. 
You have half a mind to completely skip graduation, it wasn’t like you were going to get your diploma right away. HYBE kept it hostage for another eight weeks. So would it even matter to cut your celebration with your family short just to get a head start on the private one you and Wonwoo have had scheduled for two months? You were more than positive that sitting next to him for two hours, listening to a bunch of bullshit speeches about how the future's looking bright for all graduates would be impossible. Especially when he literally looked good enough to eat. 
“Great, now that half of us are here, let’s take this picture. My feet are killing me.” Maya claps her hand, making you jump, taking you out of your thoughts.
“Hello to you too.” Wonwoo chuckles, zipping up his gown, turning to face you. “Help me.” He says extending his hand with his graduation cap to you. You nod and swallow, taking it from his hand, repeating right first then left as you fix his tassel and place it onto his head. Mourning the loss of his perfectly styled hair, jealous that the stupid cap was the one to ruin it and not you. 
“There, you look good.” You whisper, taking a step back. 
“Thanks, so do you, beautiful.” He smiles and stands next to you, placing his arm around your waist, and pulling you in. “I’m proud of you, we did it!” He whispers in your ear and leaves a gentle kiss against your temple. 
Jeonghan watches the entire scene, raising his brows in suspicion. “You two look awfully too comfortable for not talking for two months.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest and pokes the inside of his cheek with the tip of his tongue. 
“Oh they’ve been sexting,” Maya says, standing next to you, circling your waist in a side hug. Wonwoo sends her a glare and she sticks out her tongue at him like a child. “Sorry, but I wasn’t going to miss out on the look of Jeonghan’s face when he found out.” She says pointing at the blonde who was recently sporting a shorter haircut. His mouth opened in shock as he looked between you and Wonwoo. 
Offended he puts a hand over his heart. “The two of you have been lying to me?” 
“We didn’t want any of you to win.” 
“Correction, she didn’t want any of you to win. I was ready to give in a week into our deal.” Wonwoo points out, smirking. You scoff, hitting his chest lightly. 
Jeonghan stands up straight, his smile widens, and pushes his hair back, “I don’t care honestly, I just know everyone here has to pay up, especially you two” He points two of his fingers between you and Wonwoo. “I’ll expect the payment by tonight.” He finishes, skipping happily to Wonwoo's side and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Even though he hadn’t won something inside of you told you that he was going to get his way one way or another. 
“So here’s the thing I also expect to be the best man at your wedding too because let’s face it without me you love birds wouldn’t be together.” 
You roll your eyes, leaning slightly forward, “Hannie we aren’t together.” 
“Yet, she means we aren’t together yet.” Wonwoo buds in, pulling your body closer to his. “By the end of tonight, you’ll be mine.” He whispers in your ear, the same voice he used for his streams, sending a chill down your spine. 
“If we’re the last ones to walk across that stage, I’m blaming all of you,” Maya says, pinching both yours and Wonwoo’s arm, making the two of you hiss out in pain. 
“Alright alright, let’s take this picture before Maya has a conniption.” Seungcheol chimes standing next to Jeonghan, giving him a kiss on the cheek making the blonde blush deeply. 
The five of you wait, watching Joshua go up to an older lady, with bright Fuschia-colored lipstick and hands her his camera. They share a few words, using his charm and good looks to lure her in. You watch as they hug before Joshua is running and standing next to Seungcheol, his arm immediately going around his waist like second nature. 
“On three, say, family,” Jeonghan yells, while the lady starts her countdown. You smile, hugging Wonwoo’s waist. Instead of doing as Jeonghan says, you lean up and kiss his cheek as soon as the camera goes off. 
“Oh, I-” Wonwoo says, a rose-colored hue decorating his cheeks. He looks down, trying to hide how flustered he is, making you laugh loudly, while the rest of your friends try to figure out what happened. You won’t tell them until Joshua sends his film to develop and though the picture wasn’t complete. It would be one the two of you would cherish for the rest of your lives. 
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Wonwoo couldn’t keep his hands to himself for more than five minutes. During the whole two-hour ceremony, his arm was either around your waist, shoulders, or simply resting on your lap. Squeezing it every time he heard something he liked. His own special way to keep himself from forgetting it. 
When it was finally time to receive your diploma; a blank sheet of paper that gave off the illusion to the spectators. He held your hand the entire time, fingers locked tightly with yours until you had to walk across the stage, shake hands with a bunch of different people you only heard off, not actually seen. 
But as soon as the two of you were back to your seats, he was touching you again. 
It gave you butterflies, to feel him so close to you but not to the point it would be deemed inappropriate. His touches were intimate but innocent and no one batted an eyelash when his touch found yours again. 
His parents and your mom seemed to just know what was going on because they didn’t even question his attachment to you once. Not during the post-ceremony photoshoot with family in front of the huge university sign. Not even during dinner when he insisted on sharing a plate with you. Not even when he fed you a forkful of pasta and sealed it with a cheeky peck on your lips. It was like they were waiting for the moment in which you and Wonwoo got together, again. But with the reaction to their newfound discovery being so anticlimactic you suspected they were just waiting until the two of you finally came to your senses. 
And you did. 
You suspected they were more proud of you and Wonwoo finishing graduate school. Even more so when Wonwoo promised to someday go back for a Ph.D. in which you most certainly declined the idea immediately. They didn’t care about whatever was going on between the two of you. At least that’s what they kept bragging about to whoever they saw on the street or the waiter at the fancy restaurant they picked out to celebrate. 
Still, it gave you a sense of security that no one was freaking out as you had imagined it. Everything was so normal, so easy that it almost scared you to the point of running away. Was love supposed to be this easy? Did you make the right decision? Will this be your utter downfall instead of your success? You almost wished you had declined the dinner reservation and just gone to Jeonghan’s place instead. Bottomless mojitos were his promise, and it was so tempting. Honestly, you would’ve given in if it weren’t for the sparkle of pride behind your mom and Wonwoo’s parents’ eyes. 
In a way, they were your kryptonite. 
Wonwoo saw your distress as soon as the dessert was placed down in the middle of the table. He held your hand tightly underneath the table and kissed your cheek before handing you a spoon. After the chocolate cake had basically disappeared, he made it his mission to get the two of you out of there as fast as possible. Before either, his mom or your mom stopped playing coy and started asking questions that neither of you really had the answer to. 
He succeeded, both of you said your goodbyes as quickly as possible before exiting the restaurant and practically dragging you to his car. 
The entire car ride was silent. One of his Spotify playlists playing through his car speakers. It felt nice like it used to feel but this time the two of you were connected on a much deeper level. A plane where the two of you simultaneously existed as not only best friends but lovers. It was like a dream come true. And even though you were slightly scared to take this life-altering step with him, you were still excited to see how beautiful it was going to turn out. 
“My place or yours?” He turns the volume dial down, succumbing the entire car in silence. He’s slowing down, making his way to his designated parking spot. That’s when the nerves start to build up in the pit of your stomach. Tonight had the possibility of going both ways and you didn’t have a preference. You really just wanted to be with him and him only. 
“Yours, I didn’t clean up before leaving.” You smile, unbuckling your seatbelt, while he puts his car in park, turning the ignition off. He chuckles and turns to face you, resting his elbow in the middle console and leaning forward. His fingers find your chin, turning your head gently to face him. 
“I’ve seen your place in worse states.” He leans in, stopping centimeters away from your lips. Your breath hitches. Your eyes struggle to find a point of focus and they don’t. Not even when he closes the distance and kisses you gently. He doesn’t give you enough time to process everything before he’s pulling away, resting his forehead against your own. “Let’s go since you’ve chosen my place. I can give you your surprise early.” 
“Surprise?” You say taken back. Wonwoo hums, sits back, and nods his head. He takes his car keys out of the ignition before opening his door. “I didn’t get you anything though.” You pout, opening your door and getting out. Once you're standing the discomfort in your feet begins again and you find yourself wondering why you choose to not only wear heels but the most uncomfortable pair that you own. 
Beauty is pain, but is it really worth a bunch of disgusting blisters? You decide no. 
“Didn’t have to, just being with you is enough for me.” 
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All you know is that if Wonwoo didn’t want you entering his apartment before getting the chance to blindfold you. He shouldn’t have made the code to his apartment your birthdate.  
“Stop being so pouty, I love it.” You circle your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back. “Is this why you were late?” You let your hands travel up his torso, playing with the top button of his dress shirt. 
His whole apartment was decorated to the nines. The light was dim, rose petals scattered everywhere, creating a heart in the middle of his living room right where his couch should be. Instead, it was pushed against the wall where his gaming setup used to be along with the coffee table. 
Will You Be My Girlfriend?
Carefully drawn out on a large poster board and you know it was Minghao’s doing. As much as you think highly of Wonwoo, his art skills weren’t the best. You still loved every part of it that you didn’t want to move from your spot at the entrance of his place in fear of ruining it. 
“Yes, I was triple-checking everything.” He sighs, moving his arm so it's over your shoulder, and turns his body. “So, will you?” He whispers, playing with the thin straps of your baby blue mini dress. 
“I would love to be your girlfriend Wonwoo.” 
A deep sigh of relief escapes Wonwoo making you giggle at how nervous he was. The anticipation of waiting for your answer in the last few seconds was enough to drive him crazy. Enough to make him forget the entire speech he had planned out and the velvet box sitting nicely, burning a hole in the pocket of his slacks. 
He stumbles, creating a small space between the two of you before taking it out and popping the lid open, making your eyes grow wide. A simple silver ring, with a rainbow opal gemstone and a cluster of three tiny diamonds on each side, looks up at you. “Wonwoo wha-”
He shakes his head, placing his index finger over your lips. “Before you freak out, it’s a promise ring. We’ve been in each other’s lives for so long that honestly, I don’t see myself living a life without you in it. I want to marry you one day, have kids with you, and eventually grow old with you. Retire to a silent beach town complaining about how much our joints hurt all day.” He takes a deep breath, “I love you, I’ve loved you for so long whether it was platonic at first or not, I don’t know and I don’t care because what matters is you here with me right now. So with this ring I promise to get to know you in every way shape or form. I promise to be your shoulder to cry on and be your number one supporter in whatever you choose to do in life. I promise to encourage you to love yourself unconditionally, to believe in yourself, and to trust yourself. I promise to love you and treat you the way you deserve. I promise to let you be you and to grow with you. And I promise to one day make you mine in front of your friends and family.” He finishes, holding out the ring to you, nervously searching your eyes in hopes he didn’t just royally fuck up and taken a step too far. 
Which would’ve been reasonable, the two of you had agreed to take it slow. This was far from slow. In fact, this was the second before reaching the finish line and for a moment when he sees the single tear fall down your cheek, he wishes he could take it back. But that thought is soon buried deep deep deep into the crevices of his brain when your lips crash onto his. 
He doesn’t kiss you back at first, floored at your boldness and lack of words. Then your hands grab hold of his shirt, pulling him closer, your lips molding onto his and he finally kisses you back. It’s full of passion, sparks flying between the two of you as you start to unbutton his shirt. Wonwoo panics and pulls away, desperate to slip the ring onto the ring finger of your right hand to finally solidify his promise to you.
“Baby wait, let me put the ring on you before I lose it.” He says gasping for breath. The kiss was nothing like he had ever experienced before. It literally took the air away from his lungs and he was struggling, trying to find a way to put it back in. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten rid of that inhaler. His asthma wasn’t as bad as it used to be so really he had no need to have one on deck. That is until now. 
“Oh right.” You click your tongue, extending your left hand out to him, wiggling your fingers. 
“Other hand.” He says pushing away your left hand and grabbing your right one, making you raise an eyebrow at him. He ignores you, focused, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he takes the ring out of the velvet box, closing the lid and throwing it somewhere behind him. He decides he’ll worry about that later. 
With the utmost careful precision, he slides the ring onto your finger, sighing happily when it fits perfectly. “It’s perfect, promise me you won’t ever take it off.” He pouts, hugging you tightly, almost cutting off your airflow.
“I won’t, I love it so much.” You smile, leaving a peck against his chin. “But I do have one question.” 
“I might have an answer for you.” He teases. 
“Why my right hand and not my left hand?” You pull away enough to look at him. 
A smirk appears on his face before looking at you. “It’s reserved for the other ring I bought for you, but I can’t give it to you yet.” 
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“Can you help me take my heels off?”
Wonwoo shakes his head, his dress shirt now unbuttoned, showing off his toned chest and the faint love bites you left behind after a heavy make-out session in his living room. You take your bottom lip in between your lips as he kneels in front of you. 
“Next time you’re leaving them on.” He takes your right heel, unbuckling it. He slips it off, sets it behind him, and attaches his lips to your ankle, kissing your leg. When he reaches the inside of your thigh he bites down, making you gasp. Chuckling he swipes his tongue over his bite, sucks on it gently before sitting back on his calves. His thumbs rub circles around your thighs, pushing up the hem of your dress. 
“I’ll make sure to wear comfortable heels next time.” You wink, lifting your left foot up, and placing it over his shoulder. Eyes filled with lust he turns his face and kisses over the strap of your heel, unbuckling it and slipping it off. He repeats his actions on your leg, smirking against your skin when you let out a tiny moan the second he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your inner thigh. Sneaking his hands underneath your ass, finally exposing your underwear to him.
He sucks in a breath, your arousal seeping through the thin material, making him salivate. “Can I touch you?” His eyes are hooded with pleasure, peeking over the black frames of his glasses. He doesn’t stop to hear your answer. Attaching his lips to the skin of your thighs, sucking, alternating between the two of them. 
Your hand makes its way through his hair, pulling him close, craving to feel the heat of his mouth on you. “Yes, please Woo I want this so bad.” You hiss, voice masked with need. 
“Lay down for me baby girl.” He whispers against your skin, giving your thigh one last kiss before sitting up, placing a hand against your mound, and pushing you down gently. He licks his lips, placing both of your legs over his shoulders. He sits up on his knees, connecting his lips with the band of your underwear, making you gasp. One of his fingers, ghosts over your clothed slit, teasing you further. 
Wonwoo lets out a short laugh when you start lifting your hips, chasing his hand. “Slow baby, I want to take tonight slow. Devour you until you can’t feel anything else but my touch all over your skin.” He whispers, taking the band of your panties in between his teeth, pulling it, and letting it go, enjoying the way it bounces against your skin. “What do you want?” 
“Anything, your fingers, your mouth, your cock. I don’t care, I just want you, Woo.” You sigh, back bowing off his bed when slides his fingers up and down your clothed slit. A satisfied hum leaves his lips as he takes your panties off with his teeth, moaning when the thin layer reveals you to him completely. 
The prickles of your short pubes tickle his nose. You smell so nice, look so beautiful. He has to fight everything in his body, telling him to grab his polaroid to take a picture. There are enough days in his life with you in all the positions he desires to see you in, where he can take as many pictures as he wants. Right now, he needs to taste you so bad that he feels like a starved man. 
“So beautiful my love, I never want you to change anything about you.” He states, pulling off your panties completely and throwing them behind him. “Never change anything about this.” He says, delicately running his fingers over the soft coarse hair decorating and protecting your cunt. 
You take a deep breath, “I didn’t shave, I'm sorry.” You mumble. Wonwoo shakes his head and brings his hand down against your thigh. The slap isn’t hard but it’s enough to make you gasp out in shock. Quickly you sit up on your elbows, his brows furrowed in a scowl. 
“Don’t apologize. I honestly don’t care, it makes you sexier.” He leans down kissing the hood of your clit. “If it were up to me I’d never let you shave.” He mumbles, running two of his fingers up your slit, earning a moan from you. 
“Your fingers are cold.” You lay down again, using your legs to pull him closer. 
“I have a few ideas on how I can warm them up.” He says, prodding your entrance with the tip of his finger. “Want to find out?” He pushes in, smirking at the tiny whines escaping your mouth. 
“God, yes please.” You gasp when he pushes his finger in completely, your warm walls welcoming him. It feels so good, better than your own fingers and he hasn’t even moved yet. He lets you adjust to the light stretch. If this was already driving you insane you couldn’t begin to imagine how good it would feel once his cock was in you, stretching you out into oblivion. The thought turns your brain into mush.
“Woo, move please.” You whimper. 
Wonwoo smirks and starts thrusting his finger, slowly, looking for that sweet spot inside you that will have you screaming his name all night long if he does everything right. “Move a little more to the right, you’re almost there.” You gasp, bucking your hips when he follows your instructions and finds your g-spot. Wonwoo massages it, memorizing the location so that the next time he has no trouble when looking for it. 
“Does it feel good? Talk to me, baby girl.” He moves his finger a bit faster, connects his lips to the mound of pussy, leaving behind open-mouthed kisses before pulling away. He gathers a glob of spit in his mouth and drops it onto your clit, moaning as it slowly moves down your pussy, his free fingers spreading his saliva and your arousal all over your lips and clit. 
“Oh my-yes. Want your mouth please.” You breathe out, your hands fisting his navy blue duvet, his thumb gently circling over your clit. 
“I bet you taste so good.” He swipes his tongue over your cunt, his finger inside of you pauses for a second as he moans, letting your essence coat his taste buds. Immediately he concludes that he could spend hours in between your legs pleasing you. He wraps his lips over your clit and sucks, moving his finger inside of you again, quickly finding your g-spot again and prodding at it gently. 
The pleasure is overwhelming, but it feels so good you never want it to stop. And silently, without letting too much guilt seep in you curse your previous boyfriends and past hook-ups for depriving you of such pleasure. 
Though maybe it was for the better. Wonwoo being the first one to go down on you, putting your pleasure above his own has ruined it for anyone else that will never come after him. Now he’s ultimately stuck with you forever, knowing that his mouth can do more than just offer comforting words, awful jokes, and philosophical quotes. 
Wonwoo is moaning loudly against you, making you whimper, your hips rotating, grinding yourself against him, pushing him further. It’s embarrassing how close you are to orgasm. Usually, it takes a lot more effort on your part to get you to that sweet high. But here is Wonwoo defying all laws of physics, with his vile menstruations that you’re so close to the edge. 
He pulls his mouth away. Only to circle his tongue over your clit and insert another of his fingers inside of you. The ‘come-hither’ motion against your g-spot makes you twitch. He grabs one of your hands, lacing his fingers with yours, and rests it on top of your stomach. It catches your attention, distracting you from the orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach. Just for a second because the second your eyes meet his watchful gaze your moaning his name loudly, letting go.
Wonwoo moans against you, the vibration runs all along your body as he helps you ride out your orgasms, slurping up your release. You taste even better than before and he has to talk himself out of giving you another orgasm with just his mouth. Unless he wants to cum untouched and in his pants, so he pulls away, taking his fingers out. He gently spreads around your release, groaning as you twitch from the overstimulation before standing up, using his mouth to clean up his fingers. 
You look up at him through hooded eyes, breathing heavily and communicating silently. With enough strength you sit up, bringing the rest of your dress over your head and throwing it off to the side. It leaves you completely bare for him. Which of course he knew, the entire time he was with you eating dinner, he couldn’t get the fact that your dress was backless and wearing a bra wouldn’t be ideal. Except seeing his imagination come to life again - this wasn’t the first time seeing you naked - made his cock twitch he had to turn around to keep himself from cumming. 
You laugh. 
“Give me a second baby.” He takes a deep breath, tugging his shirt off, letting it drop to the floor in a feather-like manner. His back muscles make you wetter than what you already were. Images of them contracting every time he thrusts his cock inside of you run wild in your head and embarrassingly you let out a moan. 
Wonwoo turns around, his wide eyes match yours. “Sorry, you’re just sexy.” You cross your legs in front of you and lean over, avoiding his eye contact. 
“Back at you.” He laughs, unbuckling his belt and popping the button of his pants. “Scoot up, lay against the pillows.” He takes his pants off, along with his boxers. You bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing as he hops, trying to keep his balance as he takes his pants off completely and throws them somewhere in his room. He takes a deep breath, placing both of his hands on his hips. 
The laugh that had bubbled up in the back of your throat, runs past your lips faster than you can stop it, earning a glare from him. You roll over onto your side laughing, making him whine. “Stop laughing, I’m trying to have sex with you.” He gets a hold of your hips and lays you down again, settling in between your legs. 
“I’m sorry Woo but that was the least sexiest thing you have ever done.” You sit up, hooking your arms around his neck, kissing the tip of his nose. He scrunches it up, setting his hands on both sides of your hips. 
“Open my drawer.” He smiles, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips, and sits back on his thighs. He wraps his hand around his hard cock, rubbing the bead of precum over his head, spitting, wetting himself even further. You groan, watching him. Wonwoo touching himself was something you would never get tired of. The few streams he left uploaded on his camming account were your biggest companions when Wonwoo wasn’t texting you absolute filth. 
One day you’ll confess to your sin, but not today. So you follow his instructions, lean over and open his bedside drawer. “Grab the lube and condom.” He hisses, running his thumb over the slit of his cock. The sticky residue coats the tip of his finger and once you’re laying down with a condom and half-empty bottle of lube. He brings it up to your lips. You stick your tongue out, wrapping your lips over his finger, groaning. 
“How do I taste?” He smirks, taking the bottle of lube, uncapping it, and squirting a decent amount over your pussy. 
“So good, I want you to fuck my mouth.” You groan as he spreads around the watery substance over your pussy. He chuckles, wiping his hand on his bedsheets, before taking the foil packet and opening it with his teeth. 
“I can arrange that.” He says, rolling the condom over his hard cock, tugging it a few times before tapping the head of his cock against your clit, moving down your lips a few times before aligning himself at your entrance. 
You whimper, “Please, Wonwoo. Fuck me.” You plead. 
“I’ve imagined you saying that for years.” He confesses, pushing in slowly. “It sounds better in person.” 
“Woo- fuck, I-I love you but stop talking.” 
“I’m nervous, I talk when I’m nervous. You know that.” He leans over your body, pushing himself in, bottoming out. He closes his eyes tightly. The feeling of your soft, velvety walls engulfing him is overwhelming. He prays that he can keep himself from cumming earlier than he intends to, but you feel so good he thinks it’s nearly impossible. 
“Don’t move yet.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his torso. 
“I don’t think I can.” He replies, kissing you. 
It’s gentle at first, both of you whimpering against each other's lips, pleasure building up between the two of you without much effort. Wonwoo feels his self-control come back and gives you an experimental thrust, making you gasp. He groans, inserting his tongue in your mouth, kissing you harder with more intention. 
The fire burns hot between the two of you as he lets go of all his fear and starts to move his hips with desire. Neither of you should’ve waited as long as you did to give yourselves to one another. It feels like you wasted years when you could’ve been having mind-blowing sex with the person you love most in the world. But now that the opportunity had presented itself so nicely, neither of you wanted it to stop. 
“B-Baby hold on.” You place a hand against his chest. He stops his relentless thrusts, panic painted all over his perfect features. You smile, pushing up his glasses that were sliding down his nose, before hooking your leg around his waist. The slight shift made the head of his cock press right against your g-spot. He feels it too when you clench around him, understanding why you stopped him. 
He had so much to learn about your body. Deciding that he will dedicate the rest of his life to finding out different ways to make you come. 
He will start tomorrow, right now all he wants is this. 
“You’re sucking me in, baby.” He pants, pushing his cock into you harder, groaning. He feels so high, on cloud nine, and never wants to come down. Decides that he can live here, buried deep inside of you forever, and be satisfied. 
“Touch my clit, Woo.” You whine, lifting your hips up from the bed, meeting his thrusts midway. He was so big and hard. The stretch was blissful and you never wanted it to stop, even with your orgasm approaching fast and unapologetically. “I’m close.” 
“Me too, I never cum this fast.” He says, circling his thumb over your clit, drawing fast figure eights making you moan. You sound so beautiful. Your wet pussy sounds so beautiful, squelching around his hard cock. He needs to feel you closer than he already does, so he moves a hand underneath your back, sits back on his calves, and helps you sit up. 
You cry out his name, his cock is pressed so deep inside of you, you can feel him everywhere in your body. You roll your hips, throwing your head back. The pit of your stomach gets tight, you're so close Wonwoo can tell. It motivates him to go fast, his thumb pressed against your clit hard and he’s fucking up into you, determined and cautious. Each trust hitting that mushy spot inside of you. It makes you yell. 
“Let go baby girl, I’m so close. Your pussy feels like heaven.” He mulls, wrapping his lips around your nipple and pulling at it gently. The newly added sensation is enough and it sends you over the edge with a loud mantra of his name. It’s a sight he never wants to forget, he engraves into his mind while he helps you ride out your high. 
Wonwoo lays you down again, takes his cock out, and quickly removes his condom, throwing it aside. He leans over you, the tip of his cock just above your belly button as he fucks his hand, repeating your name like it’s the only word he knows. He tugs once more, keeping his eyes on you as he releases. Ropes of cum coat your stomach, his own masterpiece he wishes he could display in a museum. 
When he finally finishes riding out his high and flops down next to you, his legs tangled up in yours. Shyly, you take your finger, taking a bit of his cum and plopping it into your mouth. Wonwoo moans, placing a hand on your cheek, guiding you to his lips. He kisses you hard, both of you moaning at the taste of his seed against your tongue. So he pulls away slightly, picks up more of his cum, coats your lips, and kisses you again, slowly, savoring every second of it. 
You pull away first, panting, moving your tongue across your lips moaning. “I want you to fuck my mouth, Woo.” You run your tongue over his lips, before kissing him again. Wonwoo moans against your lips, pulls you closer, his body against yours. He doesn’t care that his cum is now creating a mess between your bodies. All he wants is to be close to you forever. 
He lays down bringing you on top of him before pulling away again. “Give me five minutes and I promise I’ll fill up that pretty mouth with my cum.” He taps your chin, resting his forehead against yours. 
“I can’t wait.” 
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“Careful love.” Wonwoo holds the door to the diner open with his foot. His hand is on your lower back as he guides you inside. This was your idea. Two more rounds, and a quick shower later. You begged him to take you to get M&M pancakes as he had promised two months ago. 
“Wonwoo, stop worrying, I’m not broken, you just fucked me good. I can still walk.” You joke. He rolls his eyes and guides you down the long line of vacant booths. Until he reaches your usual one and helps you sit down before he takes his seat in front of you. He does this on purpose. His libido wasn’t as high as it was in his early twenties, but that theory was immediately thrown out the window when he made you squirt with just his fingers before your shower. 
Now he needs to keep his distance to prevent any inappropriate touches between the two of you. 
“Maya!” You yell, looking around the isolated diner. It’s funny how the last time you sat here, Wonwoo and you had masturbated together in front of a camera, your emotions all over the place. Gaslighting yourself into thinking that what you felt for the boy in front of you was all because he had helped you orgasm. Unaware that that was just the opening to the very real emotions you felt for one another. 
The tables sure had turned. 
“She’s working tonight?” Wonwoo cocks his head to the side, mindlessly folding the paper menu, strategically placed in front of him. 
You nod, “She took too many days off last month because of finals so her boss told her she either works or leaves.” You shrug, tapping your fingers against the surface of the table. “Maya my lovely, beautiful, flaming redhead I want the pancakes you promised me!” You yell again, looking over the bar. 
Wonwoo chuckles and places a hand over yours. ���You turn mean after sex.” 
“No, I turn mean when pe-” 
You’re cut off by something falling and breaking behind the bar. You jump and stand up as quickly as possible, Wonwoo following suit. Before you can approach the bar, Maya comes barging through the kitchen door, hair disheveled lipstick smudged. Behind her Soonyoung comes out, shirt on backward, pants unbuttoned. 
You and Wonwoo laugh, making the other couple groan in annoyance. 
“Babe it looks like I wasn’t the only one getting my back blown out tonight.” You wink at Maya who rolls her eyes, brushing you off. 
“Shut up or I’ll make you pay for all the free shit I gave you.” 
“Go ahead.” You eye Wonwoo, sending him a kiss. “I got money to spare.”
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theravenclawlover · 3 years
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Paring: Avengers X Female!Reader
Warnings: +18, heavy smut, drinking, slight angst in later chapters, fluff if you squint, and my English as usual.
Word Count: 3,470.
Summary: AU where the Avengers are Pornstars. It’s pretty self-explanatory.
Chapter: 7.
Chapter Title: Dirty Deeds, Thunder Cheeks.
A/N: I gotta admit, it feels like I haven't posted in a minute. Sorry about that. Aside from that, I just want to say that I've hit 1K followers here! So, thank you for that! Now, I do not know if you lot know that I posted another project on Ao3 and that one is complete, well, at least part one of the series. Please give it a read if you have time. That project is a lot older than my first fic ever. I finally came around and posted it but only on Ao3. Not on any other site. But whatever, please enjoy some Thor smut which is not my specialty lmao.
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When the next morning rolled around, the pain that your body felt was good, like you had a great workout the day prior, and your body now felt the reminder of that. But you hadn’t worked out, no, you had been thoroughly fucked through the day by Bucky Barnes. Which actually might be the same thing.
You sat up and let your body crack every joint that felt tight or any spot that needed some relief. You did your morning routine while your mind went over the day’s schedule. Thor. That was on your to-do list.
Thor was one of the sweetest men you’ve ever met aside from Steve, but just as sweet he was of intimidating due to his size alone. You hadn’t talked much with him aside from cordial greetings whenever you cross paths, making you a little nervous. He was your coworker which meant you would have to work with him more than once and you wanted to have a good relationship with anyone that was to fuck you more than once. You hadn’t needed that before, but now it felt wrong to ignore anyone who was going to be working with you more than a couple of times.
With those thoughts in mind, you walk into the kitchen not noticing the people who were there eating and conversing.
“Morning, sunshine.”
Bucky’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow as you walked toward the fridge.
“What are you doing here? This is not your floor, Buck,” you said as you set a pre-made bowl of fruit with some yogurt.
The man only rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee.
“I know that, Y/n,” he grabbed a strawberry from your plate and put it in his mouth, “but Nat and Steve were in the kitchen, and I didn’t feel like intruding.”
Cassie looked at you with a grin while you only sighed.
“Please tell me they’re not dating,” you grabbed your fork and stabbed a piece of fruit, “I don’t feel like paying Cassie fifty bucks.”
“Jeez,” he chuckled, “they’re not dating, but man, they are so damn clueless.”
“I know someone who would love nothing more than to date Steve,” said Cassie as she ate her breakfast with a knowing smirk. You only groaned.
“Please, let’s not invoke her,” you glared at Cassie before letting out a sigh, “instead, let’s talk about the fact that in a couple of hours I’ll have to be down at stage five with Thor, and I have never directed more than five words to the man.”
“Oh yeah, I heard him talk about it with Jane.” Bucky kept on stealing fruit from your plate, not noticing the looks you and Cassie gave him. He raised his head.
“It’s not that weird,” he said pointedly.
“I keep forgetting they’re dating,” you said defensively, “and it is a little weird. I’m glad she trusts him that much, that is hard to find.”
“If it makes you feel any better, he is a little nervous,” added the brunet, “it’s been a while since he's gotten anyone new, and he wants to make sure there won’t be any awkwardness.”
You sighed and nodded before trying to finish your breakfast which now Bucky was eating away as you tried to hurt his fingers with your fork.
You groaned as your back popped when you reached down to your toes. You stretched every morning before you needed to work, and it usually happened in your floor’s common room, but Bucky had told you that Thor trained with Steve every morning which is why you were now bending front and back as Thor and Steve were finishing another round of wrestling.
But while you were on your head, popping bones and stretching limbs, Thor and Steve were having a conversation of their own.
“I swear man, you’re bigger than me, and can probably take on anyone and, yet, here you are debating whether or not to go talk to Y/n before your scenes together,” said Steve as he grabbed his water bottle.
“I feel like I scare her,” said Thor as he sneaked a peek at you as you were doing splits while you reached for your toes.
“Thor, man, just go talk to her,” said Steve as he chuckled, the other man just gave him a roll of eyes.
“You sound so confident now but remember who bit their tongue just before their first scene with Wanda.” Steve didn’t get to say anything back to Thor as the man walked away toward where you now laid as you tried to give yourself a pep talk before starting to do some light workout to warm up your body for later.
“Y/n?”
You opened your eyes. The sight of a shirtless and sweaty Thor above you almost made you choke of your own spit as you sat up.
“Hey, Thor,” you replied with what you hoped was an amicable tone. He smiled.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about out, uhm, scenes and stuff,” he said as he scratched the back of his sweaty neck.
You smiled brighter as you let out a sigh you didn’t know you needed out.
“I’ve been meaning to do the same,” you stood up, “is it weird that I’m a little nervous?”
To your surprise, the man let out a throaty chuckle which made you chuckle as well.
“Not at all, I’m right there with you,” he said, the previous nervousness was gone.
Now you were sure that you would be okay when it came the time to do your scenes with Thor. The man, like Steve, gave you such comfort by his mere presence that you felt so at ease telling him about that one time Wanda let it slip that he had a ‘fat dick that could make any person quiver’. That had made Thor choke on his water as you laughed and rubbed his back trying to soothe the man. He had laughed afterward, claiming that Wanda’s claims were not false. That had made you blush and snort a laugh.
“Alright people, this is the last scene of the day,” announced Joe as he walked around set. He walked toward where Thor stood, which was outside the door that connected to the working bathroom you were waiting in. A towel covered your body as you stood in the shower waiting for your cue. “Thor, you already know what to do. You walk in, say your lines, Y/n does hers, and try not to cover the camera’s view.”
Thor nodded, and with that Joe walked back to his chair next to Anthony. Anthony gave you the green light. You removed your towel and handed it to one of the crew members as you turned on the water. You made sure you were completely soaked before you gave a thumbs up to the camera.
“ACTION!”
Thor walked into the bathroom, not bothering to knock as he felt some irritation toward his brother as the man had announced he was in need of a shower. What Thor hadn’t counted on was the Loki would walk out on him, leaving him alone to deal with an hour of briefing that he halved listened to. He had thought his brother was lying about the shower and was actually making an excuse to leave and have his way with one of his many sexual partners.
“I swear, brother, next time I will have you chained up, so you won’t leave my side!” said Thor as he approached the glass door. He froze on his spot as his eyes did not meet his brother’s pale ass, but your naked body squirming as a hand was between your legs. You pulled out quickly and tried to cover yourself.
“Oh, my goodness! Thor? What are you doing here?” you asked with a shrill.
“Lady Violet! I did not mean to intrude,” said the man as he covered his eyes, “I was looking for my brother!”
His hand lowered as you told him that it was okay. He couldn’t help himself but roam your body with his eyes, and he did with a confused look.
“What’s that look for?” you raised your eyebrows, “don’t tell me you’ve never seen a naked woman take a shower?”
“As the Price of Asgard, I’ve had the pleasure of sharing a bath with many beautiful women,” he said as he grinned as if remembering such pleasures, “but none of them were bold enough to touch themselves in front of me. Again, pardon my interruption.”
You chuckled at his last comment.
“You’ve bathed with many women but have never had one go risqué in front of you? That’s hard to believe,” you said as you uncovered your body. With a smirk on your face, your hands went to roamed your body as you washed of some of the soap you had on. “But, if you are not opposed, I could show you how risqué I can get in a shower.”
“I, uh, Lady Violet, I couldn’t possibly…” he stammered as he felt himself hardened underneath his black joggers.
“Oh, come on,” you squirmed a bit as your fingers traced the sensitive spots on your body, “isn’t your duty as a Price and future king, to help those in need? And I gotta say, I’m in dire need.”
“As you please, my lady.” Thor didn’t even have the time to chuckle at your bad pun because his words had allowed you finally arrive between your legs. You circled your sensitive bundle of nerves, almost moaning at the feeling. You eyed the man as you spread your legs wider, letting him see how your small fingers worked your clit. One of his hands went to grab his dick, trying to contain his own needs.
“Please, indulge yourself,” you said as your other hand grabbed your breast, fingers twisting your nipple. Thor hesitated for a second before he lowered his pants, he freed his hard member, and without a second thought, he stroked himself in a lazy manner, prolonging his pleasure as his eyes were stuck on your fingers and cunt.
Thor followed your rhythm as you sought your orgasm. Your legs quivered as you approached it, and your moans and whimpers made sure to let him know just that. The man couldn’t help his own moan when you threw yourself against the wall as your hips thrust back and forth on your hand. He held the head of his dick when your knees gave out when you squealed loudly when your orgasmed overcame you wholly.
“Take your clothes off and come join me,” you said after you had regained most of your breath back. You didn’t have to tell the man twice as he had ripped his clothes off faster than you could even open the glass door for him. He opened the door while you waited under the showerhead, letting the water run down your hot body, just like the water. The man was a lot taller than you and wider which made you feel so small, but the height difference did nothing but excite you more. You grinned while your right hand grabbed the hard length of his cock. The man hissed at the feeling of your palm and fingers wrap around him, and grunted when you started to stroke up and down. You almost knelt but opted for sitting on the border of the wall, right next to the shampoo and conditioner. You pulled him closer to you by his dick, and while the water now ran down the man’s body, your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock.
“Beautiful,” he groaned as he pushed your hair away from your face and grabbed the back of your head, helping you down his length. You hummed around his cock, making the man throw his head back as he softly moaned and cursed.
“Touch yourself,” he grunted as he peered down at you. You looked up and gave him a wink before you raised your leg, and spread it enough so he could see how your fingers rubbed your nub. You moaned around him while he pushed you down his cock a little faster, but your fingers worked just as fast on your clit. Two of your fingers buried knuckles-deep into your pussy which made the blond cuss at the sight. His hips started to thrust into your mouth just as you did the same, fucking your hand while you deep throated the man’s cock. He was close to cumming but before either one of you could find release, Thor pulled out of your mouth. You pulled out of your cunt just as he picked you up. Your back hit the cold tile of the shower and before you could wrap your legs around his torso, he pushed you up, your core directly on his face.
“Oh fuck,” you moaned as his tongue met your soaked cunt.
“Fucking wet, love,” mumbled the man as his mouth worked you fast. He was sucking, biting, and licking like a starved man. You could only hold tightly onto his hair as you tried not to fall forward, your legs quivered in pleasure while you praised his mouth. It made the man go crazy on you, your orgasm approaching faster than what your fingers could achieve.
“I’m gonna—” you whined as you wrapped your legs around his head. You tried to warn him of his orgasm, but it came before you could prepare him. You tried to not pull his hair too hard, but his groaned told you otherwise. He held against the wall, neither of you minding the bruises and scratches you were both leaving on each other.
When you had finally calmed down, you realized that he had put you back on your feet and your front was to the wall, not your back. Your back was pressing against his firm front and hard cock.
“My lady, do tell me what you want of me,” he said with a husky tone that sent shivers down your body, his beard tickling as it softly scratched you. “I might give you whatever you ask of me.”
“I want you cock to fuck my ass,” you pushed your ass against him to the best of your abilities, “and I want you to leave my cunt to clench around nothing while you fuck my ass open, then you can fuck my pussy however you want.”
You had practically purred those words to him, and you had felt the twitch of his cock a couple of times while you had said them which made you grin like that damn cat from Alice in Wonderland.
“You will scream so loud all the other realms will hear my name from your lips.”
You hadn’t the chance to even react at his words because he had knelt behind you, spread your cheeks, and his tongue had dived for your tight hole. You squealed at the feeling, moaning his name as he wetted the hole. One of his fingers joined his tongue as he prepped you for his cock. The thickness of the tip of his finger had you quivering which only made you shake all the more at the thought of what his finger or cock would feel like when he buried them up your ass.
“So tight,” he whispered as he pushed his finger into you, his other hand rubbed your clit. You were so lost in his movement, the thrust of his thick finger, the rub from his other hand, his soft praises that you didn’t notice when the man had entered another finger after having spit on them. You moaned louder, the feeling of two of his fingers making you swear you could feel them in your cunt as if they were buried there and not in your ass.
“That feels so good,” you moaned as you tried to thrust back, trying to seek more friction. He kept his movements to a slow pace, opening your ass for his needy cock.
He had you begging for his cock, and with a throaty chuckle, he gave in. He stood up from his spot, moved the showerhead so it wasn’t directly on his face, and then he grabbed his cock and teased your asshole with his tip. He couldn’t help the grin that formed on his face as you asshole, all wet and stretched, gaped a little wider than before for his cock.
“You look fucking gorgeous.” His words were harsh in contrast to the action that followed them. He pushed the tip of his cock in your ass as he grabbed you by your hips as he slowly buried his cock into your ass.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, so big,” you moaned as you thanked the gods that Thor was holding you because your knees were useless now. Your legs had gone numb by the time he was balls deep into you.
“Please, fuck me, please fuck my ass,” you all both begged with wanton.
And he did. He fucked your ass slow but hard, letting you feel his whole cock work you wide open. His usual strong tone was now merged with lust, making it sound all the huskier. He held you like a ragdoll, one he was using for his own needs. You were jelly, you could barely moan properly as his thrust let you breathless. He bit your shoulder while you clawed at the wall.
Your cunt was positively clenching around nothing, yet the thick cock in your ass felt like was fucking both holes. That’s how lost in pleasure you were.
Before he could cum inside of you, Thor pulled out with a groan while you whined at the loss of his cock.
“No,” you whined as you tried to keep yourself standing. The man chuckled before he turned you around and kissed you deeply. You both gave everything you had into that kiss, all teeth, and tongue.
He picked you up again, this time he let you wrap your legs around him but not long after, he grabbed the back of your knees and spread you open.
“I want to hear you scream my name, love,” said Thor before he positioned his dick, and with one swift thrust, he was, once again, balls deep inside of you.
“Oh my God,” you screamed as his dick spread your cunt open.
“That I am,” he said cheekily as he thrusted into you just as he pushed you down on his cock, creating a rhythm that had you seeing stars within a minute.
“Feels. So. Fucking. Good.” You could only speak in between moans as the man fucked you savagely, practically making you do a split in mid-air as he fucked your cunt. Your tits were bouncing so hard that it had started to hurt just a bit, but the feeling of his cock up in your guts canceled out every other feeling. He was fucking your pussy open, and you could do nothing more than drool, moan, scream, squeal, and claw at his back.
“Fuck, you’re so tight on my cock,” he grunted when he felt your pussy starting to grip him tighter. You were close to your orgasm, and so was he. But that didn’t stop his constant rhythm. He kept at it until your whole body started to spasm, and with two harsh thrusts up, you came with a loud scream; Thor’s name rang in the shower along with the roar the same man gave when he felt your cunt milk his cock. He came.
He pulled back while you still felt the flow of your orgasm over your whole body, but the flow of cum that came out of you snapped you out of your bliss. You looked down and smiled as you saw your mixed juices on the shower floor.
“I guess I should help you finish that shower you started,” said Thor as he still held you up. You only laughed before nodding.
“And CUT! Perfect you guys! No need for reshoots to tomorrow,” announced Joe as he stood up from his chair with Anthony. You and Thor each grabbed the towels being over by the crew members.
“That’s great,” you said as you held onto the arm Thor was offering you while you stepped out of the shower. “Only Bucky and you, and I feel like I’ve been fucked for a week already.”
Thor helped you up as he gave a laugh to your comment.
“Be assured that you will be able to sleep in tomorrow before you have to work another shoot,” he said as Joe and Anthony excused themselves to talk to some of the camera workers. You only huffed a laugh at the man.
“I will sleep like a damn baby tonight.”
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kinktae · 4 years
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Hi friends! I hope you are all staying safe and healthy during these tough times! I really wanted to put something out there as a thank you to just how much support Bitchin’ got. You guys really are incredible. So, although this story has come to an end, I wanted to properly close the Bitchin’ chapter by giving you all a behind the scenes look at Bitchin’ and everything that went into writing it. This includes hidden easter eggs, backstories, alternative plot-lines, and a short drabble of the Bitchin’ cast 10 years after the story’s end.
Without further ado, please enjoy and thank you again for all your love. You have all of mine.
CHAPTER ONE – PARTNERS
Ah, yes, the start of this whole wild ride. I’ve always loved the whole nerd/popular person trope in fanfics, so it was only a matter of time before I tried my hand at it too. One thing I was adamant about was not making this a “popular person turns nerd hot/confident/better” fic as its kind of one of my least favorite cliches. With that in mind, and knowing that I was going to allude to TATBILB’s contract, I decided that I wanted Y/N to gain as much from the deal as Jungkook did. No blackmail, no just agreeing for the hell of it – Y/N was going to further herself and her dreams given the opportunity.
The beginning of the chapter is where the two are most separated and dissimilar throughout the whole story. It wasn’t that they were fundamentally different, it was that they approached life differently. Y/N was frustrated at how superficial Jungkook seemed, because she believes there is much more to life than just kicking your feet up and cracking jokes.
On the other hand, Jungkook didn’t understand why Y/N was so tense and on guard. To him, life was meant to enjoy and not take so seriously. Which makes sense, given that he grew up with minimal rules and minimal worries (bare minimum partners wassup !) 
“So, do we have a deal? Partners?” There was mischievous timber to his words, the kind that made you feel as if this would all later come back to bite you in the ass.
Pushing that pestering thought away, you took his hand into yours, holding his eyes as you gave it a firm shake.
“Partners.”
God, this bit. I knew from the minute I wrote it that I was writing the ending of bitchin’ along with it. I knew this was exactly how I was going to end this story, bc the word partners has multiple means right? In chapter 1, this meant business partners, but in the final chapter… it means life partners. Idk, I’m just still really happy with this writing decision :D
CHAPTER TWO – THE CONTRACT
Dearest Yara. We meet her in chapter two don’t we? Yara is completely based off of my irl best friend Yara who is a writer and who helped me A LOT with this story. She was my biggest supporter throughout figuring out this crazy plot. It was initially only about seven parts, but with her help I managed to bump it up to 10! Everybody say thank you Yaraaaa.
You were angry, that much was evident to her. Yara was sat in your shared dorm’s living room, a thick blanket engulfing her small frame. You briefly glanced towards the TV, it was tuned into MTV, the familiar music video of Every Breath You Take by The Police playing, before directing your glare back onto the copper-haired girl.
The song reference is a direct allusion to writer Yara’s fic, which is one of my favorite fics by her. She was actively writing it around the start of our friendship so it only felt right to pay respects to her. The introduction of her character felt necessary imo bc I wanted to make sure Y/N had a life outside Jungkook. Plus, I got to use the scenes between the two girls as a way to reference the music and culture scene. Yara is especially a fan of the powerful women in the music industry at the time, i.e., Madonna, Annie Lennox, Cyndi Laupner, etc.) Yara is a raging feminist and believer in sexual freedom and libery for women, we do in fact have to stan.
“How old do you think your sister is?”
“Hey, don’t sass me. For your information, Lyanna still has all her Care Bear tapes. She threw a hissy fit when my mom tried to give them away last Christmas.” Yara recalled.
Lyanna is one of writer Yara’s past pseudonyms. She always used to joke about how whenever she read it, it was confusing because there was Y/N, Yara and Lyanna, which were technically all her lolol.
FUNNY STORY ABOUT THE CONTRACT I INSERTED INTO THIS PICTURE… Twitter found it and made it into somewhat of a meme because no one knew it came from a fic rip. I was actually rly embarrassed and even wrote some posts about how much twitter scared me on my blog LMAO. but THEN weirdly enough, I actually stumbled upon a small community on twitter who actually found my fic and would TWEET ABOUT IT!!! LIKE REACTIONS TO EACH UPDATE!!! I wish I could go back in time and remember how giddy I was the first time I found a tweet about my fic. The fanfic community on twitter gave me a new love for the site (which I had previously had removed myself from because of its toxicity) and I have met so many wonderful people because of it. People even made themselves a little twitter group chat to talk about my fics, and now we are all friends! I miss posting a chapter of bitchin’ and refreshing my twitter feed as all my mutuals would post memes and live tweet their reactions. God that made me so fucking happy.
CHAPTER THREE – THE ROLLERSKATING DATE
I love the bickering in this chapter, because unlike the bickering in the first chapter, it’s actually less hostile and more playful. Y/N is slowly letting her guard down to the very persistently charming Jungkook.
“Woah. Family of six, huh? So you have siblings then.” He noted.
“Yep. Three.”
“Tell me about them.”
Looking up from where you were slipping on your second skate, you met Jungkook’s eyes, surprised to see genuine interest in them.
I actually originally had Y/N brush him off here. I was going to wait until the drunk party scene for Y/N to open up about her family and relationship with her sisters. But then I kind of thought to myself… Why? Y/N made peace with it and doesn’t hold onto those insecurities anymore. And objectively, Jungkook hasn’t proven himself to be a bad person so… I let Y/N open herself up to him.
“Then there’s the twins, Rosa and Lia.”
“Hold on. Twins? Wait… did they go to our high school?” Jungkook asked, his interest in this conversation doubled.
“Yep. They were two grades above us.” You confirmed.
“Oh shit, yeah, I remember your sisters, they were mad hot.” Jungkook let out a low whistle, before stiffening, flashing you an apologetic look. “Uh, in a totally non-meathead way.”
You offered the scared-looking boy a small smile, shaking your head.
Some of y’all notice but, Rosa and Lia are a blatant homage to my name: Roselia. ACTUALLY some form of my name can be found in every one of the rewind series fics, including upcoming ones. I’ll give a cookie to whoever can find every single mention hehe.
“I told you it was dumb.” You laughed nervously.
It wasn’t that you cared much about what Jungkook thought but you had a feeling a guy like him, who was popular and carefree, wouldn’t be able to sympathize in the way you would like him to.
“No, I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”
Jungkook certainly was surprised. You had built up quite the impression on him from the very moment you two met. It was hard to imagine that the girl who was so unapologetically herself was ever unsure or insecure.
Somehow, the idea tugged at his heart, as if he understood you more if only just a little.
From the get go, Jungkook was extremely drawn to just how confident and secure Y/N was in herself. I knew I wanted Y/N to be unapologetically sure of herself and in her abilities. Something I didn’t want, however, was for frat boy!jungkook’s only personality traits to be liking sex and being a cocky bastard (although I am a big consumer of that trope heh). Jungkook is actually canonly incredibly insecure. He lacks a real sense of self, which is why he is so desperate for Kiri back. His relationship with Kiri at that time was a big part of what he thought was himself. He has somewhat of low self esteem tbh which is why he’ll go back to a woman who treated him unfairly. That’s why he comes off the way he does in the first chapter and why Y/N thinks he has a big ego... he’s overcompensating. He finds it so endlessly fascinating that Y/N, in all her confident glory, was actually once super insecure. He admires her all the more once she opens up about her past.
“Oh, Rosa is an intern for our hometown’s newspaper but between you and me those assholes don’t even let her write. She does coffee and burger runs for men in charge. And Lia sells ice cream at the mall.”
“What about your brother?” Jungkook asked.
“He’s training to be a cop just like my dad.”
“And your mom?”
“She works at a convenience store.”
All their careers resemble people in the latest Stranger Things season (Nancy, Steve, Hopper, and Joyce). Fun Cameo there.
“What’s wrong?” You wondered, following his eyes.
“October 16th, 1985. 6:48PM.”
“Yes. That’s today’s date and time. What about it?” You pressed, growing confused.
“Remember it.” He warned.
“Why?”
“It’s when I fell in love with you.”
This iconic line I actually got from the real Jeon Jungkook himself. While Jungkook wasn’t actually in love with Y/N here, it certainly was a cute way for him to express his admiration for her.
OH HERE’S A FUN FACT: the hickey scene at the end of this chapter where JK and Y/N kiss for the first time was actually supposed to be Yara giving Y/N the hickey like the best friend she is. Ultimately I went with JK giving it for... smut purposes... ≖‿≖ 
CHAPTER FOUR – THE HALLOWEEN PARTY
The decision for Y/N to be Freddie Krueger came from me planning to be him for Halloween. And I was! JK as Glen Lantz just followed naturally. I’ve seen some great edits of him as the character. Truly chef’s kiss.
I really liked that Jungkook came over to the girl’s dorm to get ready. I didn’t want a scene where Y/N was thrown into a situation she was uncomfortable with which is how much Nerd At A Party Scene go so made sure Jungkook stayed by her side throughout the part, going out of his way to introducing her to the people he cared about.
Tae’s character came in when I realized I needed a way to actually put Y/N’s event in motion. He was the missing link and BOY did you guys eat his character right up huh. Love that for me.
Another thing, the confrontation with Kiri was so hard to write guys, I reeaaaally struggle with girl conflict. GIRLS SHOULD SUPPORT GIRLS. However, not everyone gets along in real life so I went with Kiri being more along the lines of petty rather than outwardly a cunt to Y/N. Realistically, Kiri is popular and well liked among the greek life so being unkind to someone she hardly knows wouldn’t make sense. There’s definitely tension between these two but I tried my best to steer away from the typical cat fight/revenge porn/public humiliation trope most movies seem to follow.
CHAPTER FIVE – THE FIRST TIME
Introduction to Erik!!!! It was really important to me that Y/N had a life before Jungkook. That's why I wrote in Y/N having a fiancé. She’s not opposed to love, she just has reshifted her focus. She knows what she wants and is choosing to focus on that, which why when she realizes she’s falling for Kookie she’s so hesitant to admit it because she’s fallen down that road before. Even though Jungkook treats her with respect and acknowledges the parts of her she’s most proud of, she just isn’t willing to possibly give up her passions for love. Which is why she doesn’t immediately confess to him, even once she’s sure she loves him.
“I’m serious, nerd. You’re like… um… the sun!” Jungkook marveled, eyes growing full as the realization dawned on him.
“The sun?” You laughed.
“Yeah, like… you’re this bright, beautiful thing that seems like it’s here in front of me but is really light-years away.”
Jungkook was drunk, and although you were sure he was making more sense in his head, you couldn’t help but feel your face grow hot, unsure of how to react to his drunk analogy.
“You’re the sun, Y/N. You make the world turn for you. Never orbit for anyone else.”
And suddenly, you were kissing him, for no other reason other than you wanted to and that it felt like the right thing to do.
No real commentary here. Just love this bit. It’s probably my favorite interaction between them two ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) 
“Also… She’s, uh, currently dating Eunwoo.” You told Yara.
Your best friend blinked, silence falling over her.
“Yara?”
“Good for her.” She perked up almost forcibly. “Let her put up with his annoying ass.”
Yara could see the way your expression had turned dubious as if you didn’t believe her nonchalant act.
Yara turned up her nose defensively, “What?”
Ugh yes, some character development from Yara.... the flavor ! Yara (much like Y/N and JK) also struggles with love. She has a real fear of commitment and if far more comfortable with casual sex than relationships. She did develop actual feelings for Eunwoo, she just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment so she cut him off. Fleed the scene if you will. Typical gemini smh my head.
"I don’t think the contract mentioned orgasms.” Jungkook smirked as you released his thumb.
“I say we let it slide.” You shrugged, leaning into him casually.
“You think?”
“Totally. Think of it as… a bonding activity.” You joked, resting your chin on his shoulder, peering up through your lashes.
“Damn, we’re really committed to this fake dating thing, huh.”
You laughed in the way that you hated, but Jungkook loved; it was loud and abrupt, but it genuine, and it was you.
“What can I say, I’m a method actor.” You sighed dramatically, causing Jungkook to grin before pressing a kiss to your nose, simply because he liked the way it always seemed to make you smile.
GOD THEY’RE SO WHIPPED FOR EACH OTHER ITS DISGUSTING!!!!!! I’m really happy I decided not to make sleeping together a big deal and I got a lot of feedback from you guys agreeing! I had a lot of fun with these two’s sex scenes knowing they could do it whenever they wanted.
CHAPTER SIX – THE STEM EVENT
I started the scene with smut BUT I wanted to point out that much of their time spent together is at Y/N dorm, Jungkook either napping, hanging out or doing work as Y/N would study like she always did. I liked the idea that Jungkook would get bored and would want attention from Y/N because she was so focused. Idk, I just wanted to write a love story about two people spending time together and figuring out how they fit in each other’s lives as opposed to some dramatic I mEeT HiM aNd mY LiFe bEcAmE cRaZy. There’s nothing wrong with that plot line, I just didn’t want that for these two dorks. I wanted Y/N to interact with JK’s scene and crowd but not give up her own which is why most days JK and her just lounged around in her dorm studying.
Also, I don’t know how the teacher/student roleplay made it into the smut, it just did, no further questions (ʃ⌣́_⌣́ƪ).
Then the event scene.
“You’re whipped, dude! Seriously.”
Jungkook felt his face go red, “Shut up, no, I’m not.”
“Hey, I’m not judging. I get it. That’s your girl.” Taehyung shrugged. Jungkook placed a hand on the fold up table in front of him, staring down at the information pamphlet you had worked so hard on.
“She’s just… so fucking driven and passionate about everything she does. Sometimes I look at her, and I’m just like… holy shit, what am I doing with a girl like her? I feel like she’s totally out of my league and being with me is holding her back but— I dunno, man. I just… really like her.” Jungkook revealed, voice growing small.
An unexpected wave of tenderness fell over the two boys, Taehyung throwing an arm over his little brother’s shoulder.
“I’m happy for you, bro.”
Jungkook didn’t know it just yet but dude was talking from the heart and, is in fact, totally whipped :’c
I loved the confrontation scene between the boys and Eunwoo because the boys standing up for Yara really did make everyone feel like a friend group, not just some character who happen to exist at the same time. It wasn’t just Y/N and Yara and one side and the boys on the other. They would all become friends, which is ideal to me. A boyfriend who likes your best friend and considers her a friend so you can all hang out??? Yes please.
Initially, irl Yara and I had noooo clue if Yara would end up with Eunwoo or not. That was actually the original goal actually. But after this chapter four, you guys made it ABUNDANTLY clear that you guys wanted to see Taeyara, despite the two never even meeting! Honestly, it wasn’t until this chapter was written that we decided for sure that Eunwoo was out of the picture for Yara. Part of me really wanted to keep Yara single, but irl Yara insisted on dick and frankly, she’s right. Bitchin’ Yara deserved a shot at love. She definitely has her own story outside of Bitchin’ and will experience a lot of growth in the future.
“God, I know. I do not miss that temper of his.” She chuckled, her words piquing your interest.
“Temper?”
“Oh, yeah. Have you seriously not experienced it yet? He’s got some gnarly anger issues. Not to mention all the lying…” Kiri paused suddenly, straightening up as she flashed you an apologetic look. “Yikes, I’m sorry. I totally should not be telling you this. I’m not trying to be that gross girl that shit talks her ex to his current girlfriend.”
Miss Kiri, Miss Kiri. She really acted up this chapter didn’t she. There was a lot of discussion about whether or not those things she said about Jungkook were true. Which was exactly what I wanted hehe. We come to find out that Kiri had definitely stretched the truth. She really is good at manipulation and understanding how people think and it’s why she is in the role that she is in. Messy queen.
CHAPTER SEVEN – THE ROOFTOP DATE
This entire chapter was inspired by High School Musical with Troy and Gabriella’s rooftop garden scenes. This was my shortest chapter and honestly, probably not my strongest. I definitely went into writing this with zero concept of what I actually wanted to happen. Usually when I write my chapters I have a 4k long outline of it beforehand that I go off of. Not this one though. I really just winged it and I tried my best to write a chapter that really showed off (dialogue wise) just how this couple bounces off each other. I do really like some of the banter they have in this chapter.
You had taken note a little wooden popsicle stick poking up from the soil of the yellow flowers. Acacias, they were marked. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you considered his words.
Yellow acacias stands the value of true friendship and can indicate a secret love! I thought that was very appropriate given these dummies' relationship.
“So, you probably know why I brought you here.”
You nodded.
“You’re proposing, right?”
“Yeah, I– oh, shut up.” He laughed, the serious mood shattering as you joined him.
Even though I knew they were going to have a semi serious talk, what with Y/N asking about what Kiri had told her, these two dufuses realistically are just too comfortable with each other to stay serious for too long.
“Hey, I said that out of frustration, I didn’t really mean it. I’m sure she’ll come crawling back soon.” You attempted to comfort him, hoping to sound sincere.
“Even if that’s true, I’m not entirely sure I want that anymore.”
“What?” You blinked. Jungkook shrugged.
“What about us?” He met your eyes, causing your breath to hitch.
“What about us?”
Jungkook stared at you for a moment, noting the way the timber in your voice had become higher pitched as if panicked.
MORE FUN FACTS LMFAO: I typically do this thing with unplanned chapters where I just go for it and write and usually it works out. But when I wrote this down I remember stopping and being like ??? WHY DID I JUST WRITE THAT ??? I don’t like deleting my writing so I had a serious think to myself about whether this was going to be the moment Jungkook confessed or not.
Canonly, I decided that Jungkook did in fact mean ‘us’ in a romantic sense, but because of the way you perceivably panicked at that possible meaning, he decided against taking the conversation in that direction, instead speaking about ‘us’ in a platonic sense. Poor kookie :(
“Stop. Listen to me, Jungkook, you’re a fucking great guy, okay? You’re charismatic and funny and care about your friends… sure, you almost ruined my event, but it was mostly to defend my best friend when Eunwoo got too pushy, right? You’re a good guy, meathead. I know I joke about your ego, but I really believe you’re capable of more than you think you are. Seriously, Kiri is so lucky to be the object of your affection.”
Jungkook watched the way the sun’s orange light kissed your face, a bittersweet feeling growing in his chest as he contemplated the object of his affection. Just a couple of months ago, he would have had no doubt about who held his heart, but as you held his stare, he found himself unsure and yet, entirely sure all the same.
“Jungkook? You okay?” You frowned, catching in the sadness in his eyes.
“Hm? Yeah, yeah. I just… realized something.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“…It doesn’t matter.” He smiled, the gesture hardly reaching his eyes.
It’s in this moment that Jungkook decides that there is no way you hold the same affection towards him that he does to you. He mistakes your words of comfort as you pushing him away. You are so kind and encouraging and Jungkook loves you so much that hearing you insist about him ending back up with Kiri hurts him so bad.
But you are still unsure about your feelings and genuinely believe that's still what Jungkook wants. You’re just being a supportive friend!! :( It isn’t until the end of this chapter when Y/N has her talk with Yara that she realizes, oh man, she’s in deep.
CHAPTER EIGHT – THE MISTAKE
BLAH. This chapter is so BLAH, you know? Having to write this chapter was SO HARD. I texted irl Yara complaining about how much I hated having to put my characters through this and that I wanted to just end the story on chapter 7 and keep them happy forever. BUT ALAS! I had planned for this to happen from the start.
You tasted like the mint of your favorite brand of toothpaste. He imagined if he had caught you any later then the mint would have been accompanied by the taste of coffee, knowing the way you rarely started a day without a cup.
God, he had missed the taste of you.
What you guys didn’t see is Jungkook spending the night with Kiri, and immediately kicking her out, freaking out as the weight of guilt washed over him. He knew he had done nothing wrong, that you weren’t his real girlfriend, and that getting back together with Kiri was exactly what he had signed up for. It was what he should’ve wanted. But it wasn't… because you were what he wanted. And that was exactly what he was going to tell you as he marched over to your apartment.
But he panicked. His mind already decided that your answer to him would be no– that you didn’t feel the same. So he kissed you. He had you in the only way he was allowed to. He was selfish and impulsive and so incredibly scared that he ended up hurting the person he loved the most.
Initially though, I had Jungkook get back together with Kiri, not that he slept with her right before sleeping with Y/N. But I decided TEEHEE let me just make everything erupt into flames. However, I didn’t realize just how angry with Jungkook you guys would get. I remember thinking DAMMIT WAS THAT TOO SCANDALOUS?? I knew I was going to have to work hard for Jungkook to redeem himself to my readers.
“She wants to get back together.” Jungkook swallowed dryly, eyes wavering between yours as if to gauge your reaction.
“…Oh.”
You shook your head.
“I mean, wow! That’s… That’s great!” You smiled, something tearing apart inside you as the words left your lips.
“Y/N–”
“Seriously! This means it worked, right? This is exactly what you wanted to happen.” You enthused, turning your head so that he couldn’t see the way your eyes had welled up.
Jungkook’s heart was pounding in his ears, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you.
“Yeah… yeah, no, you’re right. We did it.” He replied monotonously.
GOD THIS PART IS SO UNBELIEVABLY FRUSTRATING! JUST ADMIT YOU LOVE EACH OTHER YOU MORONS! This entire situation is so convoluted because there's so much information missing and not being expressed, I seriously want to ring my own neck rereading this bit.
“Are you mad?” He called out cautiously, a heavy feeling falling onto his chest.
“Why would I be mad?” You quipped back sharply, causing Jungkook to flinch. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
“I just thought… I mean we’ve been fooling around a lot lately, so I didn’t know if—”
“If what? I had feelings for you?” You scoffed. “Please, as if I’d ever fall for you.”
And there it was— everything Jungkook already knew but had been so afraid to hear. Of course, you didn’t feel for him what he felt for you. How could he have expected anything different?
IDIOTS!!! THEY'RE BOTH IDIOTS!!! I don't know how y'all put up with this for so long. Forgive me.
CHAPTER NINE – THE BREAK
Okay I actually love this chapter. And for many reasons. Let me break down the three scenes for you guys.
Scene one: Kiri confrontation
Kiri is definitely an opposing antagonist. She is constantly working against Y/N because of their interests directly conflicting. BUT. I would argue that the biggest antagonist to this story is the inner ones – Y/N and Jungkook's lack of ability to admit their feelings constantly holding them both back from their happy ending. That being said, a confrontation scene between Y/N and Kiri was MUCH needed. While I suppose I can understand why Kiri doesn't like Y/N, that doesn't change the fact that she has been disrespectful and catty. So miss Y/N had to put Miss Kiri in her place (•̀ᴗ•́)
Scene two: Yara and Tae at the library
Fanservice. That is all. LMFAOOO y'all reallllyyy wanted it to happen and who am I to deny my people what they want. It was really fun getting to explore my side characters and develop them through interactions outside the two main characters. IRL Yara also mentioned giving bitchin’ Yara and Tae their own chapter as a joke and I was like LOL BET. I fully was going to but then I got the idea for the next scene and was like ahh ok maybe not the whole chapter.
Scene three: Meeting with Erik
So. This was a SUPER last minute decision. Like, it wasn’t until I was writing this chapter that I planned on Erik making an appearance. I saw a tweet with someone saying their bitchin theories and they mentioned Erik appearing out of nowhere and I was like,,, HOLD ON!!!! That could be kind of spicy ≖‿≖ 
I knew for a fact JK was NOT going to be forgiven in this chapter; I needed a way to lay the situation out between the two dorks without trying to seem like I was trying to sway my audience in a way that didn't make sense to the story. Y/N was rightfully angry. But she wasn't only angry about the timing of the sex. She was angry that Jungkook went back to Kiri at all and there was no way she was going to admit that. So who better to lay it all out than calculated, unbiased third party Erik. He deserved some character development after all.
I also liked the idea that Y/N had, in theory, “romantic options.” Losing Jungkook didn’t mean the end of her life. Having my female lead stand on her own was very important to me.
CHAPTER TEN – THE END
RIGHT OF THE BAT I needed Jungkook to suffer. So that whole scene where he tries to interact with his old group only for his presence to make everything awkward MMMM yes, sweet revenge on my part.
You were surprised. His hair was no longer shaggy and long like you remembered it. Instead, it had been freshly cut, looking healthy and neatly styled for the first time since you met Jungkook.
THE WAY SO MANY PEOPLE COMMENTED ON THIS LINE “but Y/N liked it long?!?”  IS SO FUNNNYyyyy. So let me clarify a thing. Jungkook had always wanted to cut his hair right. The only reason he didn’t was because Y/N told him not to. With Y/N no longer in the picture to convince him out of it, he cut his hair. That’s really all there is to it skfjsjf.
You know, I had written this part around the time I had just finished up the third ch believe it or not. And it was COMPLETELY different. I had it planned that Yara and Y/N ignored him throughout class and Yara had gone back after the bell rang to go verbally assault JK. And as the two hashed it out, only then was that when Jungkook would realize that he liked Y/N after Yara literally spelled it out for him.
“You like her, dumbass!” Was what I had written Yara saying. I really had written him in denial for ten chapters, I was a whole sociopath (╥﹏╥). But ultimately, I decided that Jungkook came to that conclusion on his own and the decision to apologize to Y/N would have been made over winter break.
“You said Kiri came over asking for you back, yet you still came over and slept with me the next day. Even though the two of you had sex the night before. Do you understand how that makes me feel?”
“I’m—”
“Like garbage!" You emphasized, the white paint of the door somehow irritating you further. "I felt like I was something you threw away and picked back up whenever you felt like getting your dick wet.”
Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, and you tried your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you.
“Not to mention to everyone else, it looks like you cheated on me. Which makes me look like a fucking idiot." You scoffed.
Jungkook said nothing in reply, which somehow made it easier to say all you should have said that day in your room.
“It just sucks to realize that someone you once cared about sees you as nothing more than a toy. It fucking sucks.”
Man :( writing this hurt my heart. I really, really, love bitchin!y/n and writing her hurting freaking stinks. But she had to speak her mind. She deserves the chance to get everything off her chest with the way Jungkook hurt her.
Your heart and mind were in constant paradox, torn between wanting him back and wanting him to know just how much he had hurt you. Your mind ultimately won the battle, of course, but as Jungkook stood just a few inches of drywood apart pouring his heart out, it was hard to say which major organ was responsible for your next words.
The creak of the door being pushed open sent Jungkook's eyes wide, revealing your hesitant form. You had your arms crossed over your chest as if to guard the contents inside of it.
You looked like an angel underneath the bathroom's blue fluorescent lights, beautiful and lovely, a stark contrast from your next crushing sentence.
“I slept with Erik.”
Hehe. Ofc my girl Y/N had to have a rebound!!! She knows that life goes on. However, as I wrote in, she definitely regretted it. It was kind of the same situation that Jungkook was in where he pursued something just because it was familiar and a distraction and not because he really wanted it. Both Y/N and Jungkook are flawed characters but that’s okay! If anything, Y/N’s mistake of sleeping with Erik is what allows her to forgive Jungkook. Knowing first hand how complicated their entire relationship really was.
“I don’t need you… but I don’t think I want a life without you.” You finished shyly.
Your eyes were locked with his when suddenly a small noise escaped him, eyes pulling away from yours as his head moved to attempt to hide the way his eyes had grown wet.
I got this line from one of my best friends after her ex broke up with her. It made me physically sad and really sympathize with her so I quickly wrote it down into my notes app to save for later LMAOOOO. Knowing that you are your own person and life will inevitably go on after losing someone, but that your heart still wants and is pleading for the one person you can’t have. SO SAD. I’m happy I got to use this line in one of my fics.
The note Jungkook wrote Y/N,,, imagine him not being able to sleep one night over winter break so he just writes down everything he should have told Y/N while he still had the chance…. I’ll for real cry dude, he’s so cute. Also, the line about him buying you fluffy Halloween socks for Christmas went over people’s heads I think but HECK I THOUGHT THAT WAS SO FUNNY AND SWEET (because Y/N bought Christmas socks when it was Halloween teehee).
"Are you two dorks done crying?" Yara’s voice rang out suddenly, causing both of you to jump apart.
"Yara, you creep! Privacy, dude! Ever try knocking?" You sniffed, wiping at your face hurriedly.
"What? Like you were peeing with Jungkook in the bathroom? Please." She waved you off, walking back into the living room to give you two some privacy. She did say Jungkook had 15 minutes before she’d have to come back in after all. "Anyway, Tae will be over in 10 minutes for the Saved By The Bell marathon that’s on so you guys are more than welcomed to join." She called out from her newly seated position on the couch.
I included this scene with Yara because things were getting too serious for my liking ngl. Plus the idea that the four of them would all come together at the end for a much needed reunion made my happy bitchin heart soar.
Jungkook let out a laugh, his palm finding your cheek, eyes locked on your lips. You were preening for his kiss, mouth parting slightly as you anticipated it.
“Partners?”
The question took you by surprise, eyes widening at your not so pretend lover.
Idiot.
“Partners.” You smiled softly, eyes shiny and brimming with tears as he kissed you for what must have been the millionth time, but still somehow felt like the first.
UGH I LOVE THEM I REALLY DO. I was so happy with how this final scene came out :( They’re partners, they really are I miss these boneheads.
AND NOW, I PRESENT THE CANON FUTURE OF THE BITCHIN UNIVERSE...
10 YEARS LATER
Let’s be honest, Jungkook popped the question the day of graduation, he can’t imagine a life in which you wouldn’t be beside him
You said yes (shocker)
Cue Jungkook being the most wonderful partner and respecting your wish to finish your residency program before having the wedding
You absolutely kick ass at being a neonatal surgeon
Also, Jungkook started a film company! It’s small but he loves what he does and works with colleges and helps out the film majors with resources and equipment <3
SO IT'S THE DAY OF YOUR WEDDING RIGHT
Yara and your sisters are helping you get ready, with your best friend as the ever so reassuring maid of honor
And by that I mean you’re as calm as a cucumber and Yara is one wrong move away from having a stroke
“Y/N… Don’t freak out....The catering company put in two orders of shrimp instead of chicken and steak.”
“Yara, it’s okay.”
“NO ITS NOT???? THIS IS YOUR WEDDING DAY AND YOU’RE GETTING CRUSTACEANS.”
Y/N making Yara take a seat and practice some breathing exercises so she doesn’t upset the baby
Oh yeah, Yara is 10 weeks pregnant
Taehyung is the dad lol
Yara and Taehyung have been together ever since that day at the library hehe <3
They moved in together and adopted a cat and everything (sweet boy Tae wanted a dog but Yara’s afraid of dogs and Tae would do anything for that woman so Yeontan the cat it is)
Yara refuses to put a label on their relationship even after all this time, and Tae doesn’t ask for one. They’re happy and dedicated to each other and don’t feel the need to put pressure on something that’s already so perfect
Yara is actually violently in love with Tae but still scoffs when Y/N tries to bring it up
“Oh my god, you’re so in love with him”
“Huh??? you must be sick or something. Get well soon, damn :/”
Yara likes to come up with different labels for Taehyung every time she has to introduce him. Among her favorites are roommate, rent sharer, baby daddy and penis lender
Speaking of Taehyung, he’d have a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder as he tries to calm down the panicking groom to be
“JK, breathe.”
“What if she doesn’t show up? What if she doesn’t want to marry me? What if I pressured her into this and— and I’ve freaked her out and now she hates me?”
“Dude, you guys have been engaged for eight years. She’s had her opportunity to run. She’ll show up.”
Taehyung scruffing up the younger man’s hair reassuringly, which only flusters him more because DAMMIT he wants to look perfect for you and now his hair is messed up >:(
(You like him no matter what his hair looks like though)
Jungkook literally swallowing down a sob as you walk down the aisle and he lays his eyes on you for the first time
You having a dumb smile on your face the entire walk over because your husband to be is crying and you haven’t even exchanged vows yet
The entire audience going all sobby when you finally do exchange vows because they’re so beautiful and real
The ten years together has not been easy— from financial struggles as you tried to support yourself through med school, to personal conflicts when Jungkook wanted to start a family already
But you guys figured it out
You always do
He’s your person. And you are his.
Y/N’s sisters Rosa and Lia are a WRECK— even your dad is tearing up
Your family loves Jungkook and have been counting down the days until you guys married, let’s be honest
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Jungkook punching the air with a “FINALLY!” before kissing the hell out of you
The cutting of the cake inevitably turning into a food fight
The shrimp entrees turning out to be pretty damn good
Yara catching the bouquet and wagging her brows at Taehyung suggestively
Jungkook pulling you aside to take photos of you outside the venue because you look so so pretty and he loves the way you smile when he’s the one behind the camera
The party is in full session, your siblings tearing up the dance floor like the extroverts they are
You and Jungkook are sat at the head of the room, hands intertwined underneath the table as you watch a tired and painfully sober Yara swing her bare feet onto Taehyung’s lap, requesting a foot rub
Watching your pregnant best friend and her lover together, you turned towards your own, smile impossibly wide
“What?”
“Let’s have a baby.” You’d grin, so stupid happy
Jungkook’s eyes going round and immediately jumping up from his seat because god that’s all he’s ever wanted
Being tugged out the room by a giddy Jungkook, one of your heels flinging off somewhere behind you.
“What’s happening? Where are we going?!”
The two of you find yourself in a storage room somewhere on the hotel floor
“Jeon Jungkook, what the hell—“
His mouth find yourself, kissing you in a way that couldn’t at the altar
You kissed him back without questions, arms wrapping around the man you now called your husband
“I love you.” He’d sigh into your neck, his hot breath causing you to shiver
“I love you too.”
“Let’s make a baby.”
“Yeah let’s— wait, right here? Right now?!”
Jungkook merely nodding as his mouth found the exposed skin of your chest
“Meathead, we can’t just ditch our wedding to have sex!”
“Why not? We did our marital duties. Now it’s our guests' job to get embarrassingly drunk and make a fool of themselves on the dance floor. No one will even miss us.”
“Isn’t baby making what our honeymoon is for?”
“Screw that. I’ve done my waiting. Let’s start our family, nerd.”
Jungkook kissing your protests silent before you inevitably give in and let him take you right there and then, your wedding dress hung around your hips
Husband and wife coming together with shaky breaths and hushed moans as they promise the rest of their lives to each other, making every argument, struggle or moment of uncertainty leading up to now totally worth it
Walk of shame back into the party with nervous hair fixing from you and a proud grin from Jungkook
Yara figuring out exactly why you two had sneaked off to, flashing the newly weds a knowing smirk
The night of your wedding, Jungkook surprises you with a present
You unwrap it in confusion, only to see that it’s a glass frame and inside of it is the wrinkled and worn out lined paper the two of you had scribbled on many many years ago
Jungkook hangs up the contract right above your bed as per your request, smiling as he does and jumping on him the moment he puts down the hammer bc dammit it you’re too heckin excited to make love with your sentimental loser of a husband
And yes, by the next month, you are pregnant and incredibly happy
And of course, your daughter and Yara’s son grow up to be best friends, not a family holiday passing by where they aren’t told the story of the totally bitchin’ way both set of their parents got together
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heyyyharry · 4 years
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Harry suggests they watch Fifty Shades of Grey together
(a blurb from the Flatmate Series / pre-relationship)
Word count: 2.6k
Warning: heavy sexual tension and mention of smut, but also a lot of fluff. 
Yes, I had to rewatch the film and fast-forward to the sex scenes to write in such details lmao. This is my favourite flatmate blurb at the moment 😂
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“Let’s watch Fifty Shades of Grey tonight.”
Y/N widened her eyes at Harry. She thought he was joking, but as he entered the title onto Netflix, she snatched the remote from his hand immediately.
“It’s my turn to pick the movie,” she said, making him scoff.
“No, it’s my turn. You picked the movie for two weeks in a row because last week I couldn’t decide between Coraline and Corpse Bride, remember?”
Y/N huffed as she gave the remote back to him. She wasn’t into the idea at all, but she was curious to know why he insisted on picking this one and not one of those ‘everyone’s favourite’ movies that he would normally pick.
“Harry.”
“What?”
“Isn’t this movie about sex?” Y/N muttered as her cheeks turned pink. Fortunately, her flatmate was looking at the screen.
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “It’s not like porn though. Don’t worry.”
��Have you watched it before?”
“No, but everyone says it’s bad.”
“Then why do you wanna watch it? Let’s put on something good! Something with Timothée Chalamet!”
“I’m tired of Timothée Chalamet!”
“No one is tired of Timothée Chalamet! You suck!”
Harry stopped before he was about to press play and turned to her, raising his eyebrows. “Well, you can watch your Timmy when you’re alone. Tonight we’re watching this terrible movie for a change. It’s gonna be fun.”
Y/N tossed her head back as she groaned. “You’re making me watch this because I said no to watching porn with you!”
“Not true! Don’t disrespect porn like that!” He scoffed. “Porn makes you horny, this will be like a nice little comedy. I mean, the books are shit on paper, this should be worse.”
“You’ve read the books?”
“I’ve read one chapter. I was a curious horny teenager, don’t judge me.”
“All right then.” She sighed and let him press play. “If it gets weird, we’re turning it off.”
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The movie turned out to be more entertaining than they had expected, especially when they had unintentionally started a competition to see who could point out more mistakes. Harry was definitely winning, but Y/N didn’t mind. She was in hysterics as he kept throwing in random comments about every single scene.
“Why does she keep biting her lip? What’s wrong with her lip?”
“Did he fucking track her phone?! This guy’s a stalker!”
“Never get too drunk when you go out, Y/N. I don’t want you to end up in some creep’s...sex dungeon!”
But when came the first sex scene, Harry was as quiet as a mouse. He had expected it to be ridiculously unrealistic like the whole idea of the story, but this scene was actually kind of...hot?
Y/N didn’t even notice his sudden silence. Her eyes were fixed on the screen and he had to steal a glance at her when Christian laid a naked Ana down on the bed and started eating her out.
Y/N was nibbling on her lip. Even though she didn’t show much from her facial expression, seeing the way she switched to a different sitting position with her legs crossed, Harry assumed the scene was doing something to her too. For some reason, watching two characters fucking turned him on less than watching his flatmate squirming because of it.
He assumed this would have been fun to watch with his friends, but was definitely a terrible choice for a movie night with his crush. Now he couldn’t help but imagine himself making love to her like that. It must have been a long time since she slept with someone. If only he could show her what she’d been missing and made her feel so good she wouldn’t wish to be with anyone else. Even that stupid actor Timothée Chalamet.
“That was...something.” Y/N released a sharp breath once the scene was over and turned to smile at Harry.
He smiled back, wanting to throw in a joke to clear the tension but his mind was completely blank at this point. They were only forty-five minutes in. He wasn’t sure if he could get through two hours without at least an erection. God, he was so fucking screwed.
“She’s got a nice little butt,” Y/N said as the actress stood fully naked with her back to the mirror. He supposed she wanted to make this less awkward for them, but now he couldn’t stop thinking about her butt.
“You’ve got a nice butt too.” He nudged her with his shoulder and she slapped him on the arm.
“You’ve never seen my butt!” Then her mouth fell open. “Have you?!”
“No! It was just a guess!” I wish I had though, he thought as Y/N pushed his face away and looked back at the screen.
The next sex scene came right after. Harry almost cursed out loud when Christian tied Ana’s wrists together with a tie, thank God the mum showed up and interrupted the couple before they fucked again. Y/N burst out laughing, and he did too, but out of relief.
He prayed his dick would just stay calm until the credits started rolling. If only it wasn’t so fucking sensitive! Look what you’ve done to yourself, dumbass. You should’ve gone with Timothée Chalamet.
“Who wrote these dialogues? Oh my god!” Y/N giggled as the characters started talking again.
“If you agree to do this, you’re gonna want your own room.”
“Why? Because I’ll be your sex slave?”
“Take me as your sex slave, Christian. I want a bigger room!” Harry joked, making Y/N guffaw as she put her head on his shoulder.
Harry’s laughter died down as his limbs went stiff. He didn’t want to move, afraid that she might pull away and he might never have another moment like this.
“Which one is yours?” Ana asked as she and Christian walked into his garage.
“All of them,” the guy answered, making Harry cackle.
“That’s gonna be me one day,” he said and nodded his head towards the screen. “I’m gonna be a sexy boss who owns ten expensive cars and a place like that. Minus the sex dungeon, of course.”
“I could see you having a sex dungeon though.”
“I already have one.” He turned around and pointed to his bedroom. “Wanna see it after the movie?”
The joke got him a smack on the leg as Y/N shot him a glare. “Anyway,” she breathed. “If you’re gonna be that rich, at least give me a ride in one of your expensive cars.”
“Would I still be hanging out with you then?” He playfully arched an eyebrow, making her laugh softly.
“Oh, you would beg to hang out with me,” she said with her head still on his shoulder. At this point, neither of them was paying attention to the movie.
“Wanna hear how I imagine our future?”
Harry pursed his lips as he gave a nod. “Sure, tell me.”
“Okay.” She jolted right up and turned to face him, putting her elbow on the backrest and her head against her knuckles. “It’s ten years from now, yeah? Say you’re a CEO living in a big mansion. You’ve got everything you’ve ever wanted, but you are so lonely because you don’t wanna fall in love and settle down.”
Harry rolled his eyes, laughing slightly as she gripped his shoulder to make sure he was still listening.
“One day, while walking around your rose garden, you start thinking about the good old days when you were in college and shared a flat with a lovely girl. Oh, where is she now? you wonder. So you hire a spy to look for me and find out I’m living in the suburbs with a husband, two kids and a puppy...or a cat.”
“Boringggg.”
“Shut up!”
“Do go on though. What happens next?” he asked, putting his hand on her knee.
Smiling, she went on, “you decide to come visit me on a beautiful Sunday. I open the door and I’m so surprised to see you. ‘Hey, do you remember the night we decided to watch that awful sex movie,’ asks lonely thirty-year-old Harry. ‘How could I forget? I’ve been having nightmares since,’ says beautiful married Y/N.”
Harry tossed his head back and laughed as Y/N tried to hold it in so she could finish her story.
“Then you say to me, ‘that night, you told me to give you a ride in one of my expensive cars if I ever got rich. So would you like to go somewhere with me on this fine Sunday morning?’ , ‘Oh, I really want to,’ I say to you, ‘but my husband would be jealous so I have to turn you down.’ Then we say goodbye and I close the door, leaving you standing outside for a long moment. You walk back to your expensive car as it starts raining, and suddenly, you feel sad.”
“Sad?”
“Yeah. Because you have finally realised that, you’ve been in love with me this whole time!” Y/N exclaimed as she grabbed his shoulders. “Unfortunately, it’s already too late because I’m now happy with my husband, two children, and a dog...or a cat. The end!”
When Harry said nothing, she lightly elbowed him. He looked down as she looked up, her cheek pressing against his shoulder as she gave him a pout. “No applause?”
“Your story sucks,” he said, smirking as she puckered up her lips and turned back to the TV.
“Oh no, we forgot to pause!” she said.
“Well, we already know what’s gonna happen so I don’t think we’ve missed much.”
“You’re probably right.”
As she continued watching the movie, he was watching her. Thanks to her stupid story, now he had to worry about his future ten years from now. How could he compete with her husband, two children and a dog, or a cat?! And the nice vision with ten cars and the big mansion didn’t sound so nice anymore since he knew for sure she wouldn’t be in it. His heart already broke for thirty-year-old Harry.
Maybe he would stay up all night to blame himself for what was yet to happen. But now he had a bigger problem to deal with.
As they reached the final sex scene, Harry was embarrassingly and painfully hard. Thank God for the pillow that sat conveniently right beside him. He put it on his lap to hide his hardon while already thinking about jerking off in the shower once this movie had ended.
He reluctantly checked on Y/N. She was sitting so still, but he could see right through her neutral expression that she desperately wanted to touch herself. After a moment, she started rubbing her thighs together, and Harry’s jaw went slack as he suddenly forgot how to breathe.
Fuck, this is better than porn. I’m going to hell, he thought while stroking his thigh with one hand, the other still resting on her leg.
He wasn’t sure if he was so horny his mind was playing tricks on him or her skin was really burning under her pyjamas. He could feel it, and now he was too awkward to remove his hand from her leg. He kept watching her face as the moaning and the music from the movie turned his face scarlet. When she pressed her lips together, he couldn’t help it anymore.
“To be honest,” he spoke with a voice full of breath, “I’ve always wondered if this was the kind of content you’d masturbate to, since...since you don’t watch porn.”
Y/N swallowed hard but she didn’t seem offended at all. Her eyelids fluttered as she gave him a bashful smile. “I...do watch porn.”
“Oh?” Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Yeah, I’ve just...never had an orgasm by myself…”
Holy shit. Harry’s mouth fell open as he gripped his knee. He hoped he wasn’t being too obvious? Shit, was he being too obvious?
He swallowed hard, fixing the pillow on his lap and slightly grinding his hips against it to get some friction on his crotch area. His head fell back to the backrest of the couch as Y/N pulled away and did the same. They were looking at each other, their faces so close Harry couldn’t focus on anything else.
Half of him wanted to excuse himself and went to the bathroom to jerk off, the other half wanted to stay and finish the movie with her. This was the most intimate moment they had ever shared and he certainly couldn’t let it go to waste.
“You okay?” she asked and he gave a nod, licking his lip.
“Not gonna lie, these sex scenes got me quite worked up.”
“Oh…” Y/N chewed on the corner of her mouth as she shifted around a bit. “Um...are you…you know...”
“No, am I what?” He smirked. Of course he knew what her question would be. He was a bit embarrassed that she could already tell from looking at his face, still he had to hear her say it.
“Y-You…” she stuttered, “you know what.”
“No, Y/N, I’m afraid I don’t.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, and with a bit of hesitation, pointed to his lap. “That.”
“That? What’s that?” He sounded amused. “I don’t get it. Care to elaborate?”
“Forget it.” She waved him off. But did she really think he would let her get away with this?
“You want to know if I’m hard?”
The question made Y/N groan as she buried her face into her palms. She didn’t deny or confirm it, but he already knew he was right.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?”
“Stop!”
“Y/N.”
“What?” She huffed as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hands away from her face. She gave him only one quick glance before looking back at the screen, but he knew she was too flustered to continue watching.
“Promise me you’ll try tonight,” he blurted, unsure why he’d said it, but he didn’t regret it for the look on her face was priceless.
“Try what?”
“Make yourself come.”
Y/N gripped the hem of her shirt, her eyes went round. “Stop messing with me. It’s not funny anymore!”
“I’m serious. Promise me you’ll try,” his voice was low and heavy as if he was out of breath. “Don’t think too much. Just...get yourself wet and feel it out, love. You should know your body better than anyone, right?”
Y/N was quiet for a moment, which made Harry think he might have crossed the line and she would definitely get mad at him. But then she shifted her eyes to her lap and finally gave a nod.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she softly confirmed. That one word alone could make him bust his nuts right on that couch. He was glad it didn’t happen, still, he wished he could tell her what she was doing to him.
As soon as the credits started to scroll, Y/N turned off the TV, wished him goodnight and fled straight to her room like a scared little deer.
Harry heaved a sigh of relief. He got up, turned the lights off and hurried to the shower to take care of his big problem. He didn’t know if she kept her promise and touched herself before going to bed, but he assumed that she did, and came so hard to those filthy thoughts that his legs felt like jelly once it was over.
As he rested his forehead against the shower wall and let the warm water run down his back, he shut his eyes and told himself to stick to PG movies from now on.
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mrsmaybank · 4 years
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Gas Station Girl - Spencer Reid x Reader - CH 3
Spencer Reid’s first impression of the Reader is mixed. She’s “audacious, promiscuous, clever, and troubled.” and there is so many things Spencer would like to do about it.
CHAPTER ONE HERE
CHAPTER TWO HERE
A/N:I’m writing a Spencer Reid x Reader multific! The series will be intense and 18+. Age gaps, Explicit sexual content (dom/sub dynamics/kinks), angst, family issues, dark themes including: violence, suicide, murder, death, blood, and drug use and addiction. (Chapters will of course have trigger warnings depending on the content) HIGHLY recommend you listen to the playlist as you read! 
A/N2: This chapter is the most wholesome one in the whole series! Other then the kinky smut LMAO. No for real though, this is as fluffy as it gets. Next chapter gets um... well you’ll see! 
TW: Language, Age gap, use of ‘Little Girl’ as pet name, explicit sexual content (light degradation & unprotected sex), mentions of death, smoking weed, mentions of violence
Fic Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4WYosdR6Tz4y9lsmUghoMU?si=ZvyS_2oqSDW95PxULRs2fQ
The seconds of ignorant bliss after opening your eyes for the first time since a night of horrible decisions didn’t last as long for Y/N anymore. Pains and aches serving a reminder of all the apologies that were owed from her. Instant dread and distaste for confrontation swirled in her stomach. Ah but she deserved it all. The night was blurry, but from recollection, it was only Teddy. He’d dropped her off home, she remembered that. From where? Who knows, but it probably didn’t matter. Teddy’s services didn’t really warrant (nor did Teddy want) a heartfelt, apologetic phone call she decided. Instead a simple, “thx” text sufficed.
She stepped out of her room, pleased with the sight of her roommate rolling a joint on the kitchen table. “Good fucking morning.”  she meant it. The weed would ease the sting of the bruises and busted lip.  
“Morning.” Kena said, licking the joint to seal its precious contents. “What the fuck happened to you last night?” making a face of amusement.
The friends bursted out in laughter in unison.
“Got my ass beat.” Y/N started telling the story as Kena lit the j. “Remember ‘Record Shop’ Dude’?”
“Do I remember? You guys fucked for like a week straight. Thought you guys were gonna get married.” 
“Well,” she couldn’t contain her laughter anymore, “Apparently he has a girlfriend. They’ve been together for three years.” 
Kena passed her the joint laughing, “Apparently.” she watched as her friend inhaled the smoke, “I’ll never understand why you don't fight back every time. I’ve seen your left hook, it’s deathly. It’s like you like getting your ass kicked.” 
Y/N finished the joint, putting it out. “Yeah, I get off. Masochist, remember?” she said in a serious tone. Kena understood the satire of her response. 
“What’re your plans tod-” she was cut off by her phone ringing. She saw the unknown number and smiled putting it on speaker for Kena to hear. “I’m fucking broke!” she shouted as Kena laughed. “You can’t scam me! I don’t have any fucking money to steal!” 
The line went silent and they awaited the confused stutter of some telemarketing con artist. And a confused stutter came. 
“Y/N? It’s Spencer.” he paused, “Spencer Reid?” he paused again. Perhaps she’d forgotten him.  “Dr. Spencer Reid?” 
“I know who you are.”  
Kena looked at her friend in confusion, but she was busy replaying the events of the previous night. Spencer had called Teddy, from the parking lot of a shady...her memory stalled, liquor store. 
“Holy fuck I’m such a piece of garbage.” was the only thing her subconscious could render. 
“I am so fucking sorry. Holy shit. Thank you for last night, dear fuck. I’m sorry about that. And for screaming at you! I didn’t have your number saved.” 
Spencer lightly sighed. She remembered. “It’s okay. How are you feeling?” 
“Uh, great.” she stammered, “I’ve woken up a lot worse.” 
Spencer could hear the slight embarrassment in her voice. “Good, good.” he took a deep breath, “Well I was wondering if maybe I could take you out to lunch? We’ve only ever spoken in parking lots.” 
Kena opened her eyes in delight, mouthing “Yes!”
Y/N couldn’t contain her smile, “I’d like that Dr. Reid. Pick me up at three?” 
“Sure little girl. See you soon.” Spencer hung up and Y/N melted. 
Kena screamed, “You’ve been fucking a doctor?!” 
“No.”  she smiled a devilish grin, “But I’m about to.” she sang, practically skipping with joy back to her room. 
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Spencer hadn’t gotten a good look at the complex in the dark, but now he could see it in its full glory. Beer bottles and cigarette buds littered everywhere, sulky characters loitering at practically every corner, and a reek of marijuana. Not his personal idea of home sweet home. 
He watched as the girl he was waiting for exited from apartment 209, looking just as wild as ever. He wondered if the disheveled look was intentional or if she always looked so crazily hot. His eyes continued to follow as she walked down the steps and into his passenger seat. 
“Hi.” she said, eyes wide and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was blushing. Y/N didn’t seem like the kind of girl to blush. 
“Hey. You look nice.” he started to pull out of the parking space. 
“You don’t have to say that you know. I don’t look nice. I never look nice.” she sighed, “Truthfully I hate the idea of looking nice.” 
Spencer was amused with her little ramble, “Why?” 
“‘Cause nice is what you look like when you’re going to church. Or brunch. And I don’t do either of those.” she said plainly.
“What’s wrong with brunch?” he questioned smiling.  
“Nothing is wrong with brunch.” she paused for a minute, deciding whether or not to tell him all the atrocious memories she had in connection to brunch. He only asked you about fucking brunch. Don’t reveal all your baggage already. Don’t be a dramatic bitch. Just say your vegan or some bullshi-
“What are you contemplating on telling me?” 
Her mouth gaped playfully. “Fucking cut the profiling! Three minutes in and you’re already doing your weird government shit.” she remarked, teasingly defensively. 
Spencer laughed, “Weird government shit? Really?”
“Yeah.” she pursed her lips, “I said what I said.” 
“It’s psychology, not weird government shit. It’s analyzing body language, and speech patterns and-”
“I get it. You’re fucking smart.” They pulled out to a red light. 
“You’re smart too.” 
“Thanks Doctor.” she smiled, it did make her happy to hear that. “So where are you taking me?” 
“You’ll see.”, and see she did. As they got out of the car, Y/N couldn’t stop smiling. At first it was the way Spencer’s hand found hers, but then it was the sight. The restaurant was placed under the biggest trees she’d ever seen, with ivy hanging just a couple feet over her head. It was illuminated with lanterns and tiny hanging lights and she felt like she was in a fairy tale. It was beautiful. 
“Hey Spencer?” 
“Yes?” he said approaching the hostess, “Table for two, Spencer.” His attention shifted back down at her. “This is the prettiest place a boy has ever taken me.”
He smiled, “Yeah? You like it?” The hostess led them to their table and they sat. “A lot.” she giggled and Spencer swore his heart would explode. The sound was just too adorable. 
“So Y/N, where are you from?”
She was a little surprised at the question, almost like nobody had ever asked. Had she ever been on a date? Like a proper sit down date? 
“New York City, originally. But I uh, moved around a lot as a kid.” 
“Tell me about that.” 
“You really wanna know?” 
“Why wouldn’t I?” he questioned. 
“Okay, fine. I used to live in this beautiful townhouse in Manhattan. I had a pink room with a huge bed and canopy. A gorgeous chandelier, this vanity with all my tiaras, and my dolls! Oh my god, those dolls were so fucking pretty.” he listened intently, relishing in the way her eyes lit up in a way he’d never seen. 
“And then my dad died.” the glint of joy in her eyes was gone. “When I was seven. And we moved to West Virginia, living with my grandmother, until she died!” she let out a small laugh in attempts to keep the mood up. “Then we were living in this mobile park, which wasn’t so bad. Creeps and meth-heads came and went, but overall not a horrible place to grow up. It’s where I met Teddy, you know him.” 
He nodded his head, still listening to every detail of the story. 
“After my mom got remarried, him and I decided we wanted to go to California. This was supposed to just be a pitstop, get our shit together, you know? But we had a falling out, and he went without me. Came back when his brother got cancer. Then after Casey died he came back to D.C, got me to enroll in school with him And uh, now I’m here. I go to Washington Uni, by the way. Major in Journalism.” she ended shyly. 
“I’m sorry about your dad. And your grandma. That’s a story.” 
She nodded her head. “Its okay. Better place, you know?” How about you?” 
“Well, uh, I’m from Las Vegas. It’s been just me and my mom for a while.  My childhood was a little weird, graduated high school when I was twelve, then I-” 
“Hold the fuck up, twelve?” he nodded. “Holy shit. You’re one of those freakishly smart prodigy motherfuckers aren’t you?” 
He laughed, “IQ of 187, not to brag.” 
“Oh fuck you, you’re totally bragging.”
“You got into Washington, you did well in school too.” 
“Yeah uh, despite the shitty childhood school wasn’t really ever an issue. My dad was a Senator, George Y/L/N, in New York. He had a lot of random contacts. When we moved to West Virginia I got to go to some snobby private school ‘cause his friend was a board member. Saint Matilda Preparatory School. Top of my class.” she smiled, “Not to brag.” 
“You’re definitely bragging.” he teased.
Scoffing, she said, “I didn’t drop my IQ number, so you’re still the gloating one here.” 
“I didn’t think you were a high school drop-out.”                                                “Aw Spencer really?” she said sarcastically. 
There waiter came and took their order, but neither of them really cared about the food. They stayed there talking for longer then the restaurant would’ve liked, telling each other their craziest dreams, wildest experiences, bad decisions, and nothing and everything. Before they knew it, the restaurant was kicking them out. They walked back to Spencer’s car, hysterically laughing at the disdained waiter who had to so awkwardly ask them to order something else or leave, Y/N clinging to his arm. 
“Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.” Y/N said as Spencer got into the drivers seat. 
“What do you mean?” Spencer turned to face her. 
“Picked me up, taken me to a pretty restaurant, paid, opened doors for me.” her eyes locked in his, “Listened to me talk for so long.”
“I could listen to you talk forever.” he grabbed her face and kissed her. The kiss was nothing like he’d expected. It wasn’t an aggressive make-out fired by lust, it was a kiss of passion and dear affection. 
They began to drive in silence. Not uncomfortable Awkward silence, more like enjoying each other's company silence. That is until Y/N did something Spencer should’ve seen coming as this was the same girl he’d met at the gas station. Her hands were inching their way up his leg to his crotch, teasingly slow. She scanned his eyes for some note to stop, but it never came. She palmed him gently through his pants, watching him struggle to keep his eyes on the road, as he twitched under her touch. “Fuck.” he sighed out quietly, “Stop.”
“Take your shoes off, get in the backseat.” he turned off the main road, driving down a more secluded street until he found a tiny spot almost completely hidden by trees.
“Take your clothes off.” he still hadn’t made eye contact with her since telling her she was smart. She did as she was told, taking off her top and shorts as fast as she could. Spencer got out of the driver's seat and got into the back passenger seat, only the middle seat separating them. “Come here.” obeying, she did. In only a bra and underwear, she crawled into Spencer's fully clothed lap, as he grabbed her face and kissed her. Her barely let her move, wanting to be able to explore her mouth freely, She gasped for air, whispering a small “Oh fuck.”
He tightly gripped her jaw, toying with her bottom lip as he spoke, “You have such a dirty mouth.”
She smiled more poisonously then he’d ever seen, it was mischievous and seductive, and it made him crazy. “What’re you gonna do about it sir?”
Now it was him smiling as the small girl looked up at him with big eyes, “So many things.” He started to kiss her again, this time his hands going down to tease her clothed clit. She moaned into the kiss and rocked her hips down harder into his hand. “Please?” she moaned again.
He moved her panties to the side, sliding a finger through her wetness, “You need something don’t you?” She nodded her head.
“Well, use your words.”
“Touch me.” she got closer in his ear, “Please.”
“What’s with the niceties little girl? You don’t want to be touched, no, Good girls like to be touched. You, you are a desperate little slut, hm?” His fingers dipped into her with no warning, curling immediately, “You want to be destroyed.”
Her hips bucked almost instantly as she cried out, “Yes. I do.”
“Beg for it.”
“Sir,” she opened her eyes to lock with his, “Please.” Spencer continued to curl his fingers while still rubbing her clit, and her moans and breathes got sloppier and louder.
“Please!” she whined. “Please sir.” He couldn’t contain a small laugh, “No.”  
“This is a bit pathetic even for you, no? You’re here naked in my lap begging for me to let you come.” She nodded her head. “Oh but I’m sure you’ve done worse haven’t you love?” She shook her head. As badly as he wanted to lecture her about lying, he could feel her tighten on his fingers. “Can..” she stuttered in between moans, “Can I? Please let me come?”
“Awe, good girl asking for permission.” he pulled his fingers out, “No.”
He slipped his fingers in her mouth and watched as she sucked them off. “Figures you’d be good at that.” he unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants and lied back so the door supported his back. “Come sit on it.”
Her eyes opened in delight as she crawled over and did as she was told. He watched in awe as she sunk herself down onto him, clenching as their thighs met. He let her think she had some control, eyes never leaving her as she bounced and moaned. “You’re such a good girl baby.” He could see her teetering right above the edge, and seeing as he was so close as well, he gave in. “Come for me.” and with that, she did. Practically screaming as he fucked up into her through her orgasm, pulling out and finishing himself.
He hugged her into his chest, whispering small praises and delivering soft kisses to her sweaty forehead. She made small circles with her nails on his arms, “I fucked a doctor!” She giggled. 
Spencer broke out into laughter, “I fucked YOU.” 
“We fucked each other.” They laid there for a moment, Y/N practically melting to the feeling of being in his arms. It was too comforting.  
Eventually, Spencer began driving back to her apartment, loving every moment of her outlandish singing and dancing in his passenger seat until he parked to drop her off. 
“You’re a very special girl.” Spencer said as she smiled.
She took a deep breath, “Spencer, I fucking like you. A lot. I can’t remember the last time I had a good time like this that I wasn’t fucking high or drunk or both.” she continued to ramble, “And I guess what I’m just trying to convey is-” 
She was cut off by Spencer crashing his lips to hers. “I know what you mean.”  
She smiled and gave him one last peck on the lips, “I hope I’ll see you soon Dr.” 
“You will.”
As she walked back up the stairs to her apartment, Y/N only had one thought. How am I gonna manage to fuck this up? 
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Summary: One drunken night between best friends Camila and Oscar changes everything between them.
Pairing: Oscar ‘Spooky’ Diaz x (OC) Camila Martinez, Jose ‘Sad Eyes’ Guzman x (OC) Sofia Diaz
Warnings: cussing, smut in future chapters, angst.
Word Count: 6.1k
A/N: Alright y’all, I’m really excited about this story. It’s a collab with @spookysmujer. We’ve been planning and planning this for daaays. Camila is my OC and Sofia is her OC. We is excited lmao. Also, since Sad Eyes’ name is never mentioned in the show, we decided to make one up for him; MEET JOSE LMAO. This is more like a filler chapter, to kind of get the ball rolling. Enjoy!
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*four years ago*
“Here, I got your nasty ass red bull.”
Camila walked up to the Diaz household, clutching a plastic bag full of chips, snacks and drinks from the bodega only a block or two away. She walked over to Oscar who was standing in front of his precious impala, tinkering with something under the hood. He’d always tried to teach her about cars, about how to fix something under the hood should she ever find herself stranded - the only thing she managed to retain was how to properly change a flat tire.
“Nasty ass? You just don’t have good taste, Mila.” Oscar wiped his hands down with a rag, turning to look down at the short, dark haired girl. He threw a smirk her way as he took the cold can from her hand, opening it and having a drink. She gave an airy chuckle.
“Clearly I don’t if I’m friends with you.” The raven haired female started walking up the path that led up the front steps of the house.
“You should consider yourself lucky, shorty.” Mila lifted her hand, middle finger up. She heard Oscar’s rumbling laughter behind her and a smile of her own came to her face. She pushed open the wooden door, walking into the familiar house that she’d been in plenty of times before. Sitting on the couch was Sofia, Oscar’s younger sister.
“Hey bambii,” She greeted the young teenager. “I got the water balloons. Where’s Cesar?” At her words, the youngest Diaz sibling came bounding into the living room.
“Right there.” Sofia said, giving Mila a sarcastic smile. The older female rolled her eyes.
“I can see that, smart ass. Hola Cesar.” She walked over and ruffled the young Diaz’s hair, to which he promptly pushed her hand away, but he wore that big smile on his face. “Ruby’s coming later. Mama made him stay and clean his room.” She snickered. “But I got the water balloons. Are you traviesos gonna help me?”
With young Sofia and Cesar standing beside her, the three got to work with filling the colorful water balloons up with water - they were laughing, smiling, and definitely making a mess with the water. “Oscar’s gonna be mad that we’re spilling all this water.” Cesar sad as he tried tying one of the balloons, some of the water spilling onto the floor.
“Not at Mila, you know he can never be mad at his girlfriend.” Sofia teased, wearing that smirk that was so similar to Oscar’s. Camila rolled her eyes, gently pushing the Diaz girl.
“Callate mocosa. You know I ain’t his girlfriend.”
“Mhm, whatever you saaay.” From beside Camila, Cesar was snickering, laughing at the playful bickering between the two females. The older of the three wet her fingers with the water running under the tap and she flicked it at Sofia.
“Shh. Cállate, Nina. Come on, grab that. Let’s go. Maybe if we sneak up on Oscar, we can get him with some water balloons.” Armed with a bucket of water balloons, the three sauntered out of the kitchen, past the dining room, the living room and finally out the front door. Camila grabbed a red water balloon from the bucket that Cesar was holding, meanwhile Sofia grabbed another. Together, the two females crept forward - Oscar was busy under the hood of the car, some music playing softly from a speaker.
“One.. two.. three..” The two threw the water balloons at Oscar, though their aim was a bit off - Camila’s balloon hit the drivers side door meanwhile Sofia’s hit the hood. Oscar stood up straight, on high alert - his eyes were darting back and forth, looking at his surroundings, but he deadpanned when he saw the culprits. Cesar was laughing, as were the two girls.
“You two are lucky that shit didn’t go inside the car.” He spoke. He grabbed the hood and slammed it down, closing it.
“Yeah? What would’ve happened if it had?” Sofia questioned her big brother, crossing her arms over her chest, giving him that devilish smirk that she was perfecting. But Mila could see the playfulness shining in her big brown eyes, sparkling under the afternoon sun.
“Aye Cesar, come here.” Ever the loyal little brother, Cesar went bounding over to Oscar. Oscar ruffled his brother’s hair and then reached into the bucket to grab one of the water balloons, tossing it from hand to hand. Camila had started backing up, a little smile creeping up onto her face. Sofia had started backing away too. “I don’t know. Wanna find out?”
“Oscar.. Oscar, don-“
Oscar raised his arm to throw the water balloon at Camila and Sofia, who had fully prepared to run back up those steps and into the house, but it never came. It never came because the sound of police sirens filled their ears.
Now, considering that they lived in Freeridge, an inner city riddled with gang violence and crime, hearing police sirens and gunshots wasn’t out of the ordinary. They grew up around it, they were used to it, as sad as it was to say. Especially the Diaz siblings who’d grown up in and around a gang. But what was alarming was the fact that police car came racing down the street that Oscar lived in.
It almost seemed like time slowed down as the cop car came to a halt in front of the house - people poked their heads through their windows to watch the scene unfold, some people had stepped out of their house to watch. The smile that Camila wore was wiped off her face in an instant and it felt like someone had dumped an entire bucket of ice water on her. It felt like she was watching a scene straight out of a movie play out in front of her.
Two officers stepped out of their police cruiser and approached Oscar, hands hovering their guns. Oscar’s face had gone deadly serious - his jaw was clenched, but his eyes.. his eyes had a sort of.. acceptance in them. Almost as if he knew what was coming, almost as if he knew it was gonna happen.
“Oscar Diaz?” One of the police officers asked him. Oscar said nothing, just nodded his head. “I’m gonna need you to drop that, put your hands above your head.”
“Oscar?” Cesar asked. “Oscar what’s happening?”
“Oscar, what’s going on?” Sofia spoke up, sounding every bit as alarmed as they were all feeling. But Oscar.. Oscar kept that stoic expression on his face. He didn’t resist. He didn’t fight. He didn’t run. He did as told. The balloon he was holding in his hand exploded against the pavement as he dropped it, water wetting the concrete. He raised his hands up and the police officers stepped closer to him.
“Oscar- No. No what are you doing! Stop!” The bucket of balloons that Cesar was holding fell to the ground in a heap as he rushed forward. Mila sprang forward, gathering the youngest Diaz and pulling him back. Tears had gathered in her eyes as she locked eyes with Oscar. She could see the emotion swimming in those chocolate pools of his - a thousands wordless emotions coming at her all at once.
“W-What’s going on? Why are you arresting him?!” Mila finally found her voice, albeit shaky and heartbroken, as she cradled Cesar’s cry and shaking form close to her body. She walked back over to Sofia and cradled the young 14, soon to be 15 year old in the same fashion. She was holding them in a desperate attempt to shield them from watching their brother, their only parental figure, be hauled off in handcuffs.
“Stop! Let him go!” Sofia cried out as the officers handcuffed Oscar once they searched him for any drugs or weapons. With his hands handcuffed behind his back, Oscar was hauled off to the cop car, and that was when the real screaming and crying started. Sofia started thrashing in Mila’s arms, desperately trying to break free from Mila’s hold. And Cesar, he did the opposite - he was holding onto Mila as tight as he possibly could, crying out for Oscar.
“Oscar! No, please! Let him go!” Mila couldn’t keep the tears at bay as she watched her best friend shoved into that police car. By now it seemed that the entire neighborhood was standing outside and watching the heartbreaking scene unfold. Watching as young adult Oscar Diaz was arrested, watching as his young best friend did her best to console his crying siblings all the while her own heart was completely shattering in her chest.
“No! Oscar!” Sofia managed to break free from Camila and rushed forward, but one of the police officers attempted to stop her, keep her from reaching her brother. “Get away! If you come near me, I will fight you!” She choked out between cries.
“Stay here, papito. Stay, okay?” Mila rushed over to Sofia and grabbed the girl who was desperately fighting, desperately trying to reach Oscar. “Fia.. Sofia, please.. Come on, come on..” Her own words were broken, completely full of hurt, but she needed to be strong. She had to be.
It was then that Sofia completely broke down. She stopped fighting, she stopped struggling - she buried her face in Camila’s shoulder and cried. All the older female could do was hold her. Hold her tight. She couldn’t say that everything would be okay because she didn’t - she didn’t know if everything was gonna be okay. Cesar walked forward, red faced and teary eyed and hugged his older sister and the girl that had almost become like a mother figure to him in the time that he’d known her.
With her arms locked around the youngest Diaz siblings, Camila locked eyes with Oscar, sitting in the back of the cop car. Their eyes met and his face faltered for a bit - his hardened expression dropped, his eyes shining with what she perceived as unshed tears. She could almost read the thought that was at the forefront of his mind;
‘Take care of them.’
And so she did.
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Four years ago seemed like a lifetime ago. An eternity. Yet at the same time, it felt like just yesterday.
Camila Martinez and Oscar Diaz had met back in high school. He was a sophomore and she was barely a freshman. Her first year in high school and she had been rather nervous. Excited to finally be in high school, but she couldn’t shake those nerves that she felt. She had ended up meeting Oscar when she was trying to get her locker open - she had been an overzealous little freshman, holding way too many books than her small body could even support, and on top of that, she couldn’t seem to figure out how to get her damned locker open.
Oscar had been walking by with a few of his friends and he’d spotted her struggling. She was barely balancing her books in her arms all the while trying to open her locker and while he found it completely comical, the young sophomore couldn’t just walk pass like everybody else seemed to be doing and let her completely make a fool of herself. The teen with a head of curly black hair had sauntered over and asked her if she needed some help and the rest, as they say, is history.
Camila and Oscar were two completely different people with two completely different personalities yet they got along so well. Whereas Camila was a bit more shy and calm, Oscar was the firecracker, saying what was on his mind without a second thought. They balanced each other out perfectly.
The more time they spent together, the more the two learned about each other - she learned about his ambitions, his hopes and dreams to become a professional chef. He’d told her about how he always watched his papa cook and how he wanted to do it too. He’d told her about how he had two younger siblings - Sofia and Cesar, and she’d told him about her own younger brothers, Mario and Ruby. It was almost comical to them that only a few years later, their younger siblings would become friends as well.
However, Mila soon learned more about his life - his mother wasn’t around, having finally chosen the life of drugs over her children, and his father, gone too. Not a word to his young children. No phone calls, no letters, nothing. Oscar found himself having to raise his younger siblings with no help except from those that were in the gang with his father. It was a life that Mila had desperately hoped he’d stray from - she wasn’t naive. Sweet and nice, sure, but naive, no. She’d grown up in Freeridge, she knew how gangs worked, she knew what happened once you were in a gang - there was no getting out.
That once vibrant, hopeful curly haired teen who wanted to become a chef became Spooky. By her sophomore and his junior year in high school, Oscar had been jumped in - she still remembered the night that he came knocking on her bedroom window. She remembered ushering him inside, Oscar hissing in pain with every move he made - it wasn’t until he was sitting on her bed that she saw the extent of his injuries. Bruises littered his torso, he had a split lip, a blackening eye. But the look in his eyes? The defeat? That was the worst of it all. It was horrible and she hated it. She hated knowing that Oscar was in the gang, knowing that he’d never be able to get out.
Those hopes and dreams he had were gone. He didn’t care about going to culinary school anymore - the one thing he was focused on was providing for his siblings. The one way he knew how to ensure they had a future, to ensure they had a roof over their heads and clothes on their bodies was by joining the gang.
Camila remembered the fight that they’d had when he joined - a lot of words were said, a lot of yelling was done;
“You don’t get it, Camila! You grew in a stable house with two parents. You never have to worry about how you’re getting your next meal, or how to pay the bills. I don’t have that luxury! I’m doing what I have to do to make sure that Cesar and Sofia have a least a little bit of a good life. They deserve that and I don’t need you giving me shit!”
The two of them hadn’t talked for a week or two after that but she eventually went around to his house, littered with a bunch of Santos. She told him that while she didn’t like that he joined the gang, she’d be there for him because he was her best friend, because she wasn’t gonna leave him to raise his siblings alone, she wasn’t just gonna leave him alone to deal with it all.
That tanned skin of his became inked with a Santos cross on his neck, and soon he started adding more tattoos to his collection. The teardrop tattoo was the most startling one of them all because Camila knew the meaning behind it. She just knew. The Oscar that she once knew was gone, but she never turned her back on him.
After Oscar had joined the gang, her parents had been less than thrilled at her affiliation with him. They hadn’t wanted her to hang around him anymore but they knew better than anyone that Camila and Oscar were practically glued at the hip. Nothing could tear those two apart from each other.
She had been fresh out of high school, 19 years old and saving up money from her little job at the grocery store to get herself her first car. Oscar, at the time of his arrest, was 20 years old and she still remembered that day like it had just happened. It was fresh in her mind. The tears, the crying, holding Sofia and Cesar in her arms and trying to figure out where to go from there on out.
He’d been arrested and charged with a felony drug possession that landed him an eight year sentence in Corcoran. She’d been devastated - she was angry, heartbroken, and more than anything she wanted her best friend back.
Now, here she was 4 years later, 23 years old, and on her way to pick up Oscar and she was practically buzzing with a nervous excitement. Due to good behavior, the Santo was being released early and she couldn’t have been more thankful for that. Of course, during his extensive time in prison, she’d visited him and talked to him on the phone but.. it wasn’t the same. She saw him in that orange jumpsuit, handcuffed, behind a thick glass, only speaking through a telephone. She was actually gonna see him in person. She was gonna be able to touch him and hold him.
“You okay?” Camila spoke up as she spared a glance at Cesar, who was sitting beside her. They were in Oscar’s cherry red impala, driving down the vast open road that she’d driven down before to go and visit him. She could just barely begin to make out the looming building up ahead. Cesar was fiddling with his thumbs, looking out the window. She could practically sense the nerves radiating off of him.
“Hm? Oh yeah.. yeah I’m good.” The youngest Diaz looked to Camila and offered her a small smile.
“It’s okay to be nervous, you know. I’m actually pretty nervous myself.” She admitted, giving him a warm smile. “It’s gonna be fine, okay? He’s coming home, Cesar. Your brother is finally coming home.”
Sitting in the backseat wearing her headphones, blasting music louder than hell, was Sofia. The middle child. The rebel, as Camila had taken to calling her. When Oscar had gotten arrested, it hit both siblings really hard but it hadn’t hit Cesar quite as hard as Sofia. Camila had taken responsibility over the two and she saw the downfall of the young girl - her grades began slipping, she began going out more and more, partying and getting drunk. Mila knew there was resentment towards Oscar because of his arrest, she knew it stemmed from the fact that their parents had abandoned them as well. Despite the drastic change in Sofia’s attitude and personality, the two females found themselves getting close, despite the age difference. Sofia looked at Camila like an older sister - always there for her, always calling her out on her shit even though it pissed Sofia off sometimes. They fought and argued but it was Camila that kept Sofia from really going off on the deep end.
“Has he.. has he changed?” Cesar piped up. It was Oscar that said he didn’t want Cesar visiting him in prison. Cesar had went once - it was when he had just barely gotten locked up. Camila had gone down to see him with Sofia and Cesar and when the hour was up, she remembered hauling away a crying and screaming Cesar. Oscar had called her the next day and told her that he didn’t want her bringing him out anymore. He didn’t want his little brother to have to see him like that. Camila also knew that Oscar really couldn’t handle seeing Cesar cry out like that for him.
“He’s still bald,” She chuckled. “Um, he’s gotten taller too. More muscular. But um.. I think prison kind of hardened him up. I think this life hardened him up, changed him.”
“Do you think he’ll ever go back to how he was? Before everything?”
“I don’t know. Only time will tell, right?”
Another 15 or 20 minutes and the three were anxiously waiting outside of the looming gates. Camila stood leaning against the car, Cesar beside her on her left and Sofia on her right. The younger dark haired female still had those headphones on, blasting music, looking down at her phone as she scrolled through her instagram. Camila sighed, nudging the female Diaz.
“What?” Sofia asked with a bored tone, looking at her. But Camila had grown to know her better in the last four years that Oscar was gone, she had learned to read her, gauge her facial expressions and reactions. She was just as anxious, she just hid it better.
“Take those off.” Camila said. “Please?”
Sofia sighed but did as told, removing her headphones. She leaned thru the window and tossed them into the backseat before straightening up, resting against the cherry red car, arms crossed over her chest. “I don’t see why I had to come. I could’ve stayed home.” She spoke.
“Because he’s your brother? Our brother?” Cesar spoke, looking over a his older sister. “And he’s finally getting out. Why are you acting like a bitch for?”
“A bitch? Shut up, little boy.”
“Basta! Enough! Jesus Christ, you’re worse than the twins, and those little shits stay trying to glitter and fight each other all the time.” Camila spoke up, exasperated, recalling the many many incidents where her younger twin siblings fought each other mercilessly. “Looks I know you don’t wanna be here but.. Oscar’s coming home, Bambii. He’s finally coming home, okay?” Mila’s words were soft, hopeful and caring. “Just.. don’t look so miserable. Please, for me?”
Sofia gave the older girl a small little smile. “Only for you, and because you said please. And because you’re buying me a michelada after.”
Camila chuckled, turning to face the gates once more. “Alright fine, bitch.”
It seemed like hours had gone by when really, it was only just minutes. Camila swore she felt her heart stop beating in her chest when she heard a buzzing sound. She could’ve sworn her heart jump started once more at a hundred beats per second when she saw Oscar, flanked by two correction officers, walking over to the gates. It was like the breath was stolen from her body when the gates slowly rolled open and Oscar walked forward.
Camila couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t contain her excitement or emotion. She ran forward quicker than lightening and jumped into Oscar’s arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. Oscar gave a deep chuckle - she could feel his chest vibrating against her own. His arms strong arms wrapped around her small frame and held her close. Both of them, they stood there holding each other for a few good second, just savoring the feeling of each other.
“Dios mio, I’ve missed you Oscar.” She said, unable to keep the emotion from her voice.
“I’ve missed you too, Tiny.” Pulling away, she looked at him, at his face. He looked older now, hardened, just like she’d said to Cesar. The teardrop and Santos cross tattoo stood out against his tan skin, and his eyes shone brightly under the bright, blistering sun.
“I’m gonna forgive you for calling me Tiny, just because of how much I’ve missed you.” She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek before unwrapping herself from around him. Her feet planted themselves on the floor, her head barely coming up to his shoulders. He looked down at her, smirking.
“Not my fault you’re so short, Mila. Four years and you still haven’t grown at all.” Then, his eyes fell on his siblings, on Sofia and Cesar.
Cesar took a few hesitant steps forward, and Oscar motioned him over. “Come here, kid.” The youngest Diaz sibling walked forward and fell into his brother’s arms. Oscar wrapped an arm around Cesar, leaning down to press a small kiss to the top of Cesar’s head. His face was serious, but Camila could see the emotion shining in his eyes, she could see a thousand emotions swirling in them. So many emotions that he didn’t know how to convey or say. “I’ve missed you.” He spoke firmly, voice hard.
“Um, yeah.. yeah me too.” Cesar spoke, giving his older brother a small smile. Oscar’s eyes then came up on his unenthused sister, still leaning against the car, arms still crossed across her chest.
“Bambii.. look at you, you’re all grown up.” Oscar said. “I can’t get a hi or a hug?” He asked.
Sofia gave her brother a sarcastic smile, sarcasm simply dripping from every single pore. “Hi, Oscar. Welcome home. I’ve missed you.” She walked over, wrapping a single arm around his muscular torso. “It’s just so good to have you back home.” The tall Santo clearly wasn’t amused or impressed, giving his sister a deadpanned look. Mila simply sighed, scratching the back of her neck.
“Okay! Let’s go, yeah?” Camila spoke up, clapping her hands together. She dug the car keys out of her pocket and dangled them on her finger up at Oscar. “Did you forget how to drive or do you want me to?” She teased.
“Gimme those.” Oscar snatched the keys from her finger and walked around the vehicle, eyes taking in every little minuscule detail. Everything he missed in the last four years. Sofia climbed back into the backseat, with Cesar following beside her, occupying the spot next to her, meanwhile Mila sat in the passenger seat.
“I didn’t crash your car Oscar, there’s not even a scratch!” The brunette said to her best friend as he finally got in the car.
“Yeah, four years later and I still remember how you ran over the curb when you were trying to park. Fucked up the rim.” Oscar put the key in the ignition and started the engine. A little smile came to his lips, dimples just barely poking through. “Sounds the same..”
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Sofia had just put the finishing touch on her makeup when she heard the front door open and shut in quick succession. She sighed to herself, pursing her plump lips, deep chocolate eyes surveying herself in the mirror. She had a party that she’d been invited to and she certainly was not gonna miss it. Yeah, her brother was home, finally, but truthfully, the last thing that she wanted was to be near him.
“Don’t you own anything that goes past your knees?” Cesar asked as he leaned against the doorframe, watching as his sister put on the sandals that went with her outfit. She wore a cute spaghetti crop top, a form fitting short denim skirt with a little slit on the side, showcasing her smooth, tanned legs. The female Diaz turned and looking at her younger brother, shooting a sarcastic smile his way. “You know Oscar’s not gonna let you go anywhere like that.”
“Hm, well Cesar, unlike you - I don’t live to kiss his ass. I didn’t even know that you could kiss anybody else’s ass other than Monse’s until Oscar got back.” She snickered. Cesar’s face went serious, eyes giving her a nasty look. Meanwhile Sofia went about her business, grabbing her purse and stuffing her phone side, as well as her house keys and other necessities.
“Bitch.” Cesar muttered as he walked away.
“Pussy.” Sofia called back out to him. After making sure she had all her things, after spritzing a little bit of perfume on, the ebony haired female walked out of room, shutting off the light in the process, and walked down the hallway. She reached the living room and found Oscar sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels on the t.v. Upon hearing her enter, Oscar turned his head to look at her and nearly did a double take.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” He asked, sitting up straighter. She rolled her eyes, heading for the door.
“Did you suddenly go blind in prison? I’m wearing clothes.” She said. Oscar stood up quicker than lightening and blocked her path to the door, looking down at her with his brows furrowed.
“And where are you going?”
“A party. Move.” She said, trying to get past him but he still stood in her way, not budging. Sofia sighed deeply, looking up at her older brother with those intense eyes that mirrored his own. Perhaps it was a Diaz trait.
“A party? Dressed like that? Nah. You ain’t going anywhere.” He said, shaking his head. The female scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest in an act of defiance. Oscar really realized then how much she’d changed in the four years that he’d been gone. It was thing seeing her every other week for an hour at a time, but now that he was back, he noticed the difference.
“Uh, claro que si voy a ir. I’m 19, Oscar. I’m not a little ass kid anymore. In case you forgot when your ass was locked up - I grew up. I don’t need your permission.” Sofia could see the annoyance, anger beginning to shine in his eyes, but she didn’t back down. Oscar took a step forward, running a hand over his face.
“You live in my house, so yeah - you gonna go by my rules. I ain’t letting my baby sister go out to some party with a bunch of dirty putos.” He spoke, voice deathly serious. She chuckled bitterly.
“Your house? It hasn’t been your house for the last four years.” Using Oscar’s momentary lapse of surprise, Sofia skirted past him and pulled the door open, stepping out into the slightly humid night, the warm breeze blowing her hair back. As she walked down the front steps, she spotted Camila climbing out of her car and walked up the path.
Camila noticed the incensed look on the young woman’s face and raised an eyebrow. “Sofia, get over here.” Oscar called out to his sister, walking past the threshold. Sofia didn’t stop though, she kept going, in fact.
“What happened?” Camila asked as the two walked past each other.
“Your best friend is an asshole. And I have a party to go too.” She said, turning back around, beginning her walk down the sidewalk. The older of two merely gave a deep sigh, knowing that there was nothing she or anybody could say that was gonna get her to come back or stay - especially when she harbored some resentment towards her brother.
“Don’t get back too late, Sofia. I’m serious!” She called out. Sofia raised an arm up, signaling that she’d heard her. Turning back around, Camila walked over to where Oscar stood, leaning against the house, watching his sister walk away. She walked up the steps and took a seat on one of the chairs that decorated the small porch. She set the brown paper bag in her hand down on the small table, looking up at Oscar.
“What’s her problem?” He asked, occupying the chair across the brunette. He reached up and grabbed the blunt that rested behind his ear. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, lighting it up and taking a hefty drag, after which he offered the blunt to Camila. She took it from him, bringing it up and wrapping her lips around it. Oscar eyed her, watching as she took a drag, holding the smoke in before letting it billow out of her mouth.
“I told you; she’s not the same Bambii from four years ago.” She said, grabbing the brown paper bag. She pulled out two beers, setting one in front of Oscar, grabbing the other for herself. She opened the cool can and brought it up to her lips, taking a drink of the bitter liquid. “She’s angry, Os. She took it hard when you got arrested. Started partying, going out, drinking - I’ve been there for her and Cesar but, there’s only so much that I could tell her before she get’s all pissed. Like you.” Mila nudged Oscar’s leg with her foot, shooting him a little smirk.
“You sayin’ I have a bad attitude, nena?”
“Nah, I’m just sayin’ you don’t like people telling you shit. Fia is the same way.” Camila said. “Just give her time. You’ve only been out for a few hours, she’s still not used to you being around again.”
Oscar said nothing, just gave a little ‘hm’, bringing the blunt up to his lips again. For a few minutes or so, the two said nothing - cars could be heard driving room, music playing from a block or two away, crickets chirping. Mila suddenly felt like she was a teenager again, hanging out with Oscar. Sneaking out of her house to meet up with him and drink some cheap beer and smoke some weed. But they were older now. Things had changed, shit was different. “Are you mad?”
“Hm?”
“At me. Are you mad at me?” He asked her. Oscar was looking at Camila, the same way he always did - like he was reading her, her body language, gauging every expression or movement. He knew better than probably anyone else. She stayed silent for a few seconds, bring her beer up to her lips and taking a drink. After she’d gulped some down, she set it back down and shrugged.
“I was. I was pissed at first. I always told you that that would happen if you joined the Santos. That or worse. So I was pissed but I can’t say I was really surprised either. Pero, overtime I got past that anger - there’s no point in being angry all the time. You’re back home now.” She smiled, eyes shining brightly. “Besides, if you ever get your ass arrested again, I’ll kill you my damn self.” She said. Oscar chuckled, a smug smirk pulling at his lips.
“Yeah? How you gonna reach, with your short ass, Tiny? You gonna use a step stool like them little kids?” Camila scoffed, but ended up laughing towards the ends.
“Asshole!” She reached her foot out and just barely missed her foot against his leg.
“See! You can’t even reach me.” Oscar teased her furthermore.
“Callate pendejo. This is what I get? Years and years of friendship and you’re still clowning me? Fuck outta here, with your rude ass. I’ll still bust your kneecaps.” Mila pouted, trying hard to keep that smile at bay, but she couldn’t hold it. She felt complete now, as cheesy as it was to say. When Oscar was in prison, they talked almost every night, but it wasn’t the same as actually speaking to him in person. As being able to touch him, to hug him.
“Nah seriously though,” Oscar’s expression and tone turned serious, blowing some smoke out. He looked at the brunette, their eyes meeting. “Thank you, Mila. For taking care of Sofia and Cesar. You didn’t have to-“
“Yes, I did.” Mila cut him off. “And you don’t have to thank me. You’re my best friend, Oscar. You know that I’d do anything for you. For you, Sofia and Cesar. Just like I know you’d do anything for me and my family.”
Oscar cleared his throat, sniffing slightly. He nodded his head at her, unable to really say anything. He looked away from her, looking out across the street. “How’re your parents? Abuelita, Mario, Ruby?” He finally asked, changing the topic.
“Mom is good, dad is good. Abuelita too. Mario is up Angelica’s ass, como siempre. And Ruby can’t wait for him to go to college so that he can finally get his own room.” She chuckled, running a hand through her dark, thick hair. After graduating high school, Camila had decided that she didn’t want to go off to some big university. At least not yet. She knew that she’d disappointed her parents when she told them - they wanted her out of Freeridge, wanted her to make something of herself. But they supported her nonetheless and supported her decision to stay back, to attend the local community college nearby.
Now, she worked a steady job, had her own car and her own place. It wasn’t big, but it was enough for her. It was something and she was thankful for it.
“Sad Eyes said the Santos wanna throw me some welcome back party,” Oscar said, finally opening his beer to take a drink from it. “You down to come?”
“Is that even a question you need to ask? Of course I’ll come.” She said. “Maybe I’ll finally meet a fine ass Santo.” She snickered, eyes shining with mischief. Oscar let out a little ‘tsk’.
“Mamas, you got me right here.”
Sitting there with Oscar, drinking and smoking, Camila felt like things were gonna be good, back to normal. Simple again. She finally had her best friend back. But nothing could’ve prepared any of them for what was to come.
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hazytaezy · 4 years
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i’ll show you, if you show me.(m) jk
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pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 2,173
genre: gamer jk, best friends au, slight fluff in the form of (y/n) is literally jk’s biggest fan, smut-ish??? minor nasty-ness, but a general warning that smut is implied and sort of written, humor (to me lmao cause I think I’m hilarious)
warnings: 18+, nsfw, language
“game night suddenly gets a little more interesting when Jungkook forgets to hang up from your video call.”
“Alright, (y/n). We are in the last half of the battle and we just about have it. I’ll be operator, you get my six. Let’s get tactical!”
A soft exhale escaped your lips as you listened to your best friend through your headphones.
Jungkook could be both endearing AND annoying.
Sometimes you wondered how he could accomplish the two at the same time. But he was charming after all.
“Yeah, yeah Jeon. Same old song and dance. I’ve got you.”
The game launched to life and your character quickly rushed off to scavenge for items that could be turned into armor.
You had first come into contact with Jungkook when you were both twelve years old.
It was Christmas Day to be exact. Both gleaming with joy as you hurried up the stairs to set up your newest prized possession- an Xbox.
You couldn’t quite remember which game introduced you to each other, but what you did know is that you beat him.
Tremendously so.
And you never let him live it down.
Ever since that day, you both spent most of your time speaking to each other every night. Eventually teaming up and forming what you called yourselves, “The Indestructible Duo.”
People grew to hate you. Once anyone saw both of your usernames enter the server it was game over.
You both loved it.
It was your typical best friend bond. The only thing separating you from everyone else was that you hadn’t ever met in person.
As time went on, e-mails and phone numbers were exchanged. Graduations were had, colleges were trudged through and brand new jobs were offered.
But one thing remained the same, Saturday game night.
You would always joke that this was the reason that you didn’t have a life, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
So that’s how you were here today. 2 a.m. on a Saturday with glossy eyes from staring at the screen for the majority of the night.
“How’s the job been going, Miss editor?” You could hear the sarcasm dripping in his voice. Jungkook was a writer and as far as he saw it, you worked for the enemy.
“It’s fine.” You mumbled through your sips of tea. “I keep telling you to submit your novel, but soMEBODY’s too chicken shit.”
Jungkook scoffed as he slew the head off of another forest monster.
“If it’s not good enough for Harper Collins, then it’s not good enough for your publishing house.”
“Dude, you sent your first novel to a major company. All I’m saying is, in the hands of the right editor, ME, that shit would be flying off the shelves.”
You jammed your thumb into the up arrow, drawing your sword to shoo away the oncoming goblins.
“You know I love you, but the only reason you think that is because you are my best friend and you know it.”
“No. I really don’t, Jungkook. Do you remember that bird house you made for your senior project in high school? The one you made out of floss and hot glue? Yeah- it was an atrocity. AND! I told you!!!”
The familiar warmth of his laugh filled your ears and you sat back for a minute to relish in the sound.
“It was really bad, wasn’t it?”
If Jungkook could rank the top ten most painful positions to fall asleep in, sitting upright with his head hanging over the side of his game chair would come in at number one.
This is how game nights would usually end. You slumped over and Jungkook listening every once in a while for your soft snores to come through.
A sound he had grown to look forward to.
One might call it adoration.
He removed his headset and untangled the controller cords from his feet, delicately setting them on his dresser. His body went into autopilot and made the motions to shut down the game, not before saving their progress. You would have his head tomorrow if he forgot to save.
He has made that mistake only once.
Jungkook peered down at his attire, wondering if he really did have to change into new boxers just because he spilled a tiny bit of soda on them.
He could practically hear your voice in his ear, “Men. They are do disgusting”.
It only made him want to defy your thoughts and just wear them.
Opting for the easiest route out, he hooked his thumbs through the waistband and stripped them off. He tossed them to the side watching as they got snagged onto a knob of his dresser drawer.
He had slept like this many times before. There was this one time he had the nastiest flu and any clothing made his fever skyrocket.
Anyhow, he liked the way his sheets felt against his body.
He let his mind wander on what you had said earlier. Ever since Jungkook had expressed that he hoped to be a writer someday, you had been his number one fan.
He almost felt like you were destined to meet because your interests went hand in hand.
He felt a warmth grow in his belly as he thought back to all those video chat sessions while you were both in college.
He would read aloud the chapters he had finished that week as you were working on your homework. You would laugh at the parts he knew that you would and would stop him mid-sentence to tell him to change something.
A characteristic that would annoy some, but Jungkook was grateful for your honesty and how much you cared.
You were just so incredible, he couldn’t believe that he-
fuck
fuuuuUuuUUuck
Jungkook felt the familiar twitch from below.
A betrayal that he had grown accustomed to as of recently.
This had been happening more and more. He would think about how wonderful you were and then all of a sudden he would be sporting a half hard tent in the sheets.
Sure he had thought about you when you were younger, but he always chalked it up to teenage hormones and the fact that he had a girl best friend.
But lately, after every Saturday game night and sometimes throughout the week,
Okay who was he kidding. It was everyday.
Jungkook would catch himself thinking about you.
In more lewd ways than one.
He would get so far as to letting his hand wrap around his length, allowing gentle pressure to relieve the aching feeling. But then he would stop himself.
“She’s my best friend.”
Tonight was different, though. You had spent most of the game convincing Jungkook he was good enough and that you loved every bit of his work.
You had even said that you loved him, which was a new thing they were doing.
Being adults made it less weird to share your feelings and you both knew that you loved each other.
Platonically, of course.
Except all too much recently, Jungkook has had this nagging feeling in his stomach.
Platonic wasn’t a word for it.
He squeezed his eyes shut with a huff and flipped on his side. He could think about his novel. He could do this.
He wouldn’t think about you again tonight.
He just simply wouldn’t.
“Fuck it.”
Jungkook kicked the sheets off of his body and let his hand creep lower on his abdomen. He envisioned your smiling face. One that you had given him a couple nights ago. He remembered how his breath caught in his throat as he watched the strap of your dress momentarily slip off of your shoulder.
A rhythm had finally set in as his hands moved up and down.
He felt the familiar stick, which only made him hasten his pace.
He wondered how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock. You had gorgeous lips.
Most of your conversations were spent with him staring at them.
Just the though alone of you looking up at him, mouth closed around him, coaxed a moan from the back of his throat.
“Jungkook.”
He could practically hear you calling out his name.
“Jungkook”
It all felt so real. He wished that it would be.
“Jungkook???”
Fuck, wait.
His hands dropped as he tilted his head out into his room.
“Are you okay? Jungkook?”
He didn’t understand the expression “My heart fell into my stomach.” until now.
He shot up from his position and leaned forward to see his headset glowing bright green. His hands flew towards his computer and shuffled the mouse around to wake it up.
Hovering over the video call icon, he almost hesitated to click to find out his fate.
Call with (y/n)- ongoing, since 5:50 p.m.
His mouth felt dry.
But he didn’t have any time to dwell on the fact that he felt like he was going to vomit.
He could still hear you calling out his name.
Quickly, he adjusted the headphones to rest on his head and let out a silent, ragged breath.
“Yes?”
“Hey! Finally! What happened? I fell asleep and I woke up to you saying my name?”
Shit.
Had he been saying your name?
Jungkook cursed again under his breath. Damn his imaginative writer brain that caused him to leave this earth for a fleeting moment.
And for it to fucking utter your name while he was pleasuring himself.
“Y-yeah! All good!” He was still trying to catch his breath. He hadn’t noticed he was breathing this hard until now.
“You sure about that? Because it sounded like you were touching yourself and saying my name.” (Y/n) deadpanned into her mic.
He was dead.
Gone.
Here lies Jeon Jungkook. King of the dumbasses of his time.
Why they fuck wasn’t self vaporization a thing?
About 30 minutes ago, you had woken up to delicious moans and someone purring your name.
You would have thought it was a figment of your imagination, had it not been for the blinking video call icon on your screen.
You knew you should have said something. And quite honestly you let it go on for far too long, but the twinge in your stomach made you stop.
Next thing, your hand was sliding into the front of your unbuttoned jeans.
“How-how long have you been listening?” Jungkook nearly spoke in a whisper.
“Does it matter? Tell me what you were thinking about, Jeon.”
He could hear your smirk.
“Are you serious?”
“Serious.”
He froze.
He hadn’t thought about what he would do if you ever reciprocated these feelings. He didn’t even know where to start.
“I- I was thinking about your lips.”
“My lips where?”
You knew what you were doing.
Jungkook leaned back into his chair and let his hands rest back to the position they were in before.
“Wrapped around my cock. How good they would feel.”
Your thighs squeezed together and you didn’t know if you had ever felt a rush of arousal come that quickly from just words alone.
“You know…I’ve thought about this plenty of time. I think I could make you cum in zero seconds flat.”
Jungkook felt like his entire world was spinning.
So, he hadn’t been the only one thinking these things.
“God, I wish I knew where you lived. I want to be able to touch you.” He murmured.
It never felt strange that they didn’t share their addresses with each other. What with it being the digital age, they never had a reason too.
Not until now.
He reached over and pressed the video call button. His body acting on pure desire before his brain and once he realized what he did, he rushed to hit the end call button.
But he was met with a smiling (y/n).
A smiling, pantsless (y/n).
He watched as you rolled your hips up towards your hand.
His brain felt like it was going into overdrive.
Not only was he seeing you partially nude for the first time, but you were also touching yourself.
Thinking of him.
“Tell me how you would have me if you were here, Jungkook.”
He watched hungrily as the fabric of your underwear rose up and down like a guide for your fingers.
“I’d spread those pretty little legs and taste you. I’ve wondered what you taste like.”
“Do you want to see what you’ve been thinking of?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Jungkook watched as you stood up and slowly lowered your underwear, kicking them off once they were around your ankles. You kept your legs shut and looked towards him with hooded eyes.
“Let’s see you.”
You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and awaited his next move.
Jungkook tilted the camera down to show off his quite embarrassingly fully hard cock.
You sucked in a breath and allowed your legs to be open just enough for you to run a finger over your clit.
“Do you want to see what I do what I think of you?” You tried to keep your voice level, but it came out in a sort of whine.
“I’ll show you, if you show me.”
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imbeccable-writes · 3 years
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👀 🏅 👨‍👧‍👧 aaaand 🤔
👀 - Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?
I have so many half-baked ideas for fics sitting in my Google docs, it really is sad. Like, there's this one for the game TWEWY that I was fixating on like, four years ago, that has like. five paragraphs in it and was basically just about Shiki asking Neku why she was his most important thing. And there's this My Hero fic that's based on the song Heat Haze Days that's like, half done, but I never figured out exactly how I wanted ~the Twist~ to go so I just stopped working on it and that was two years ago I think. I also have another My Hero fic from 2017 that was about an adult Izuku finding out people are shipping him and Uraraka together and Freaking Out Over It, which literally just needed an ending scene and it would've been done but now its been so long and its probably out of character and also I don't like writing/reading adult bnha character fics anymore bc I don't think the society they'll be in in the future will be like that and- anyway.
And again, there's my half dozen Luca fics that range from being half finished to literally just existing in my mind, waiting for me to actually write them down, and at this rate I don't think any of them will ever be officially published akdjakdjajsjsj
This isn't really answering the question, because it's not that I would never let them see the light of day, it's just that none of them are FINISHED, and I don't feel comfortable releasing them if they're not at their best. I just have a lot of ideas that I never flush out and soon I lose interest in them, like the adhd brain does, and they haunt me, constantly.
🏅 - What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).
I figured out what I wanted to do for a few scenes for the next chapter of Separated! I've been trying to figure out what I wanted, but my ideas were so vague (to the point where one scene was literally just "Wakko has a scene now" skdkaksjakw) that I was really struggling with writing. But now I've got a better idea, and hopefully I can start putting pen to paper, as it were!
(Also, someone said they were inspired to write their own fic after reading a chapter of mine and that made me feel all akdkakdjakdjajdjaj inside)
👨‍👧‍👧 - Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 
Yeah, actually. I don't like.... talk about it a lot, but all of my friends and family are aware that I write both fanfiction and original stuff (though mostly fanfic lmao). My brother actually helps me out with my smut fic.
I'm definitely, like... weirdly ashamed about when I talk about it, cuz I'm afraid none of them would get it? Cuz I put my heart and soul into my fics and I'm very very proud of them, but I grew up in that era where it was taboo to talk about writing fanfiction, so it's kinda hard to get out of that mentality. I know in my head that fanfiction is just as valid as original fiction (and honestly, is sometimes even BETTER than original fiction), but talking about it with my parents (who have even admitted!! to writing star trek fanfic!!! and stuff!!! so why is it weird!!!) makes me Big Uncomfy, lmaooo.
Ah, anyway, the answer is yes.
🤔 - What is the hardest part of writing fic?
I think, probably making sure the characters stay in character, especially when you're changing up their backstory or making them Go Through Some Shit. Like, for example, in my animaniacs fic Separated, I'm having Dot be like, super abused, right? So I write her as being kinda timid and quiet, and metaphorically rolling over when there's confrontation. But Dot's canon personality is very spit-fire and angry and self-assured, so I'm always second-guessing how I'm characterizing her. I'm trying to find a balance where she's still like that, but just more subdued and only that way around her Safe People, and I think I'm doing well. At least, no one has complained to me about her being wildly out of character, so-
But yeah, it's about finding that balance between canon and fanon, I suppose.
thanks rex!
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