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Honey Girl. Chapter Five.

Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight. Chapter Nine. Series Masterlist. The Playlist.

Chapter Synopsis - Does absence make the heart grow fonder, or does it just make everything ten times more difficult?

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol consumption. angst. mention of illness.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5.7k

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The sand is warm beneath your feet, cooling breeze cascading across your skin. The waves caress the shore in repetitive motions, lulling you into calm.

Sunlight beaming down, you shield your eyes and look up, sighing in contentment at the shades of blue that paint the sky.

A shriek and a laugh come from somewhere on your right. You look over and see a couple and their toddler running after each other, sprinting down the beach and into the ocean. The little girl can't stop giggling, tripping over her own feet as she chases her parents. Something tugs at your heart, deep and visceral.

It's been three months since you left home.

It's been three months since you saw Bucky.

He calls every few days, trying to give you the space you need while also keeping in touch. You have to resist the urge to call him every ten minutes. It's an improvement, at least. It was five minutes when you first moved.

He texts you good morning and goodnight everyday without fail, just to let you know he's there. You can't sleep until you get his text. It's like a lullaby, reassuring and soothing. Like a chamomile tea, warming and calming you from the inside out.

You think about him the most at night time. Your days are spent running around preparing for the bakery. Testing, retesting, writing up recipes, measuring out quantities. You want it to be perfect.

The baking is taking your mind off Bucky, for the moment at least. You've thrown yourself into your new role, eager and excited. Stella's ecstatic to have you around. You love that you're still just as close as you were, despite the time apart. Friendships like that are rare.

Lacie calls you most nights. She demands to know what you did that day, who you spoke to, what you made. It's like therapy, sitting and decompressing together over videochat. She's a lifeline, whether she knows it or not.

And of course, the most supportive people in your life - your parents. Your Mom is desperate to come and visit, begging that you let her know when you're less busy so you can show her around. She loves the sunshine just as much as you. A woman after your own heart.

On the nights when the doubt creeps in, unwelcome and dark, you remind yourself how lucky you are. Surrounded by people who adore you, support you, love you unconditionally. And then the night doesn't seem so dark. The light pours through the cracks.

You walk home from the beach, warmed and carried by the knowledge of love.

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"This is ridiculous."

Stella's perched on the edge of your countertop, blush pink macaron in her hand.

"Good ridiculous?"

She scoffs, looking at you incredulously.

"Where did your confidence go? You never doubted yourself in school. Yes, good ridiculous. It shouldn't work, but it does."

Shouldn't work, but it does. Seems to be the story of your life at the moment.

"I need these on the menu."

"You don't think they're a little... pretentious? My best seller is a chocolate chip cookie. A honey and rosewater macaron isn't exactly a childhood favourite."

"Babe. That's the beauty of this. You can put whatever the hell you want out in your bakery. So what if they're unconventional? They're delicious. That's all that matters."

"Okay. Fine."

You relent, thinking about her earlier question. Where did your confidence go? When you graduated culinary school, you never doubted your abilities. Your technique, your flavours, your presentation - you had full faith in all of it. Now, you seem to be second guessing yourself.

You know it's because of your Tethering.

Before, you understood how the world worked. Good, bad, in between. Love, lust, the very clear difference between the two. You watched as other people found their forever person, and acknowledged their new journey.

And then you found Bucky. Or, Bucky found you.

Suddenly, the world you'd lived in before no longer made sense. The people, the places, the relationships, all impacted by the way you feel about your soulmate. Everything, everyone, everywhere, reminds you of Bucky. You're experiencing emotions you've never felt before. It's disorientating, confusing, complex. Your understanding of the world has changed completely.

It takes time to adjust.

No one ever talks about the way your Tethering turns your life upside down.

For some, it's completely positive. They enjoy the uprooting, revel in the change.

For others, it's a huge adaptation. One filled with tears, and confusion, and doubts.

Both are valid. Both are understandable.

You remind yourself of this every day.

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"There's someone in the café that wants to speak to you."

The youngest waitress, Isabel, stands in the kitchen doorway, looking at you hopefully. You set down your piping bag and wash your hands, talking to her over your shoulder.

"Who is it?"

"No idea. Some guy. He's kinda hot. Brown hair, tall, beard."

Your heart skips a beat, breath caught in your lungs. Bucky jokes sometimes about coming to see you, but would he just show up announced? Do you want him to?

You can't feel it in your chest, you realise suddenly. You can't feel the ease, the relief, the knowing. Maybe being apart for so long has weakened your connection. The thought makes you strangely emotional.

You inhale carefully and thank her, before making your way out. It's almost closing time, and there's no one around other than the man stood with his back to you.

He turns around, and you realise quickly that your hope was misplaced. You've never seen this person before. He is handsome, admittedly. But he's not your soulmate.

"Hi."

"Hey. Are you the baker here?"

"I am."

He holds out his hand for you to shake, stepping closer.

"I'm Rafael."

You tell him your name, and he smiles, nodding.

"Forgive me if this is weird, but I had to meet you. To thank you properly, in person."

You don't say anything, so he continues.

"Let me, uh, explain. Sorry, should have started with that. My sister is sick. She's going through treatment currently, and it's been super hard on her. She's had no appetite whatsoever, and she's losing weight rapidly."

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

"A couple of weeks ago, I picked up a load of stuff from this place because my Mom was coming to visit. My sister tried your earl grey and lavender cookie, and ate the entire thing. It was the first time I've seen her eat for weeks. So, I came back and bought basically all of them every day."

You laugh, coming to a realisation. You wondered why those cookies were selling so well all of a sudden.

"I just wanted to say thank you. It might not seem like a big deal, but it's really huge for us. I also wanted to explain why all of those cookies were suddenly going missing at like ten in the morning."

You gesture at him to sit, the both of you taking a seat at one of the tables nearby.

You talk for almost an hour, listening intently to Rafael as he tells you about his family. He moved to California to be with his sister Maria when she got sick, no one else around to care for her. He asks about yours, and you tell him about your parents and their constant encouragement. He's also interested in how you got into baking, so you tell him all about culinary school, and the dreams your Grandma gave you when you were a kid.

"You're really talented, you know."

"I bet you say that to all of the bakers around here. But thank you."

His fingers brush yours where they're resting on the table, making you shiver.

"I'll make Maria her own box, if you like. I'll leave them behind the counter, just tell Isabel who you are."

"You'd do that for her?"

"Of course," you smile. "The idea that I'm helping someone with my silly little creations makes me really happy. We can work out a schedule, and I'll make sure I bake Maria some extras when I do my usual batch."

"You're incredible. Seriously. Thank you."

He squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. The two of you are sat in the café as the sun sets, orange glow illuminating the room. You didn't expect to make a friend today. You're glad you have.

"Well, I should probably go and clean up the kitchen. You know where to find me, if you need anything. It was lovely to meet you, Rafael."

He rises when you do, smiling at you earnestly.

"You too. Nice to finally put a face to the cookie, so to speak."

You chuckle and show him out of the door, waving as he walks down the street. Suddenly, he turns around, striding back towards you.

"I'm so sorry if this is forward, and please feel free to say no, but... are you single? If you are, I'd love to ask you to dinner sometime."

The answer to that question is much more complicated than Rafael could ever imagine. So instead, you say,

"I'm not. I'm Tethered, actually."

His brows raise in surprise, but he's smiling.

"You are?"

"Yeah, I am. He doesn't live here, though. He lives back home, where my parents are."

"You guys are married?"

"No! Not yet. It's, uh... a complex... situation."

"Ah," he says, gentle, knowing look on his face. "I thought Tetherings weren't meant to be complex. Isn't that the whole point? That they're easy?"

You laugh, but it's not malicious. You're thinking about how sweetly naive he is, how he's got a huge storm coming his way one day.

"He's my Dad's best friend."

You're not sure why you're admitting this to a man you met an hour and a half ago, but you are. It's almost a relief, to get it off your chest again - to tell someone who's completely neutral, who doesn't know either of you.

"Woah."

"Yeah."

"That... is complicated."

"Yeah," you chuckle. "Understatement of the century."

Rafael leans against the wall, watching you intently. He's curious.

"How did your parents react?"

"They don't know yet."

His eyebrows raise almost comically high.

"Wait, what? How did you hide that? I thought it was supposed to be impossible to hide that you're Tethered. Although, I guess I had no idea, seeing as I asked you out."

"We wanted to figure it out for ourselves first, before telling anyone. And then I moved out here, so we're doing long distance. Like I said, complex."

"Understatement of the century," he laughs.

You look at each other for a moment, before he smiles.

"I'm sorry I asked you out. I wouldn't have, if I'd known."

"Please, don't apologise. I admire your... courage?" you grin. "And I appreciate you coming to see me today. I have like two friends here in Cali, so it's nice to feel like I've made another."

He smiles again, wider this time. Someone's going to be lucky to be Tethered to him one day, you think.

"I know it might surprise you, given my good looks and... courage," he chuckles, "but I don't have many friends out here either. I've been so focused on Maria, I haven't had time to socialise."

"The Universe works in funny ways, huh?"

"Sure does."

You wander back through the door, ready to close up for good this time.

"I'll see you tomorrow, for the cookies. And I'd love to meet Maria one day, if she's up for it."

"I'm sure she'd love to meet you. I'll bring her by."

"Thanks, Rafael."

"Of course. Thank you."

"Of course."

That night, when your Mom calls, you get to tell her you've made a new friend. That makes the both of you very happy.

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You're testing out a recipe in the kitchen of your new apartment when your phone rings.

"Hey, Dad."

"Hey, kiddo. You doing okay?"

"Yeah, I am, actually. I'm settling in."

"Good, I'm glad. I don't wanna keep you on the phone for too long, but I wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead, Dad. Anything."

"How would you feel about surprising your Mom for her birthday?"

"What kind of surprise?"

"I know you haven't been gone all that long, and I know it's kind of last minute, but, I was thinking you could come back to... be her gift? She really misses you, you know."

"I miss her too," you say softly, trying to keep your voice even. "I'll talk to Stella, see if we can figure something out. I'd really love to see you guys."

"We'd really love to see you too, sweetheart."

"I'll call you back later, when I've organised everything. Love you, Dad. See you soon, hopefully."

"Love you, kiddo. Proud of you, you know."

"I know," you smile. "I know."

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The journey always seems shorter when you know you're going home.

You make it back in record time, salty ocean breeze whipping through your hair as you cruise along the roads. You take a deep breath and sigh it out, relief filling your lungs. It's good to be back.

You can't let your Mom see you, so you head straight back to your apartment. Your Dad told you they're in the process of renting it out, but they haven't made much progress yet. For now, it's still yours.

You inhale the familiar scent, smiling gently. There's something so particular about the way a place smells when you feel like you belong there. It's like home and comfort and ease all rolled into one.

You unpack a little, folding your clothes and tucking them into the dresser. You told Stella you'd probably stay a few days, wanting to spend as much time with your family as possible. You're rifling through the refrigerator and thinking about a grocery list when there's a knock at your door.

You know who it is.

A feeling of relief washes over your body, tension melting from your shoulders. Your lungs fill easier, your breath falls deeper, everything is a little brighter, a little more colourful.

You open the door to be met with the sight of Bucky Barnes.

He's in work pants and a white t shirt that's stained with grease and oil, heavy boots on his feet. He must have come straight from the Garage.

He looks at you carefully, as if he isn't sure that you're real. You rake your eyes over his form, trying to drink him in. All the pictures you've taken and saved don't do him justice.

He exhales, beaming grin appearing on his face.

"You're here."

You can't help but smile back, his happiness spreading through you.

"I'm here."

Bucky rushes forward and scoops you into his arms, enveloping you completely. He wraps himself around you as he tucks you into his chest, his grip tight and unrelenting. You breathe him in, overwhelmed with emotion and sensation. You didn't realise how much you needed this. Three months is too long.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, slight shake in his voice. He's holding off tears. So are you.

"My Dad wanted me to surprise my Mom for her birthday. It's all a secret."

He smiles, before leaning down to capture your lips in a knee buckling kiss. A kiss that says I missed you. A kiss that says I need you. A kiss that says please don't leave me again.

"How did you know?" you whisper when you pull away for air.

"I felt it. I think I knew the moment you arrived back in town. Thought my mind was playing tricks on me, for a second. But there's no mistaking that feeling. I had to come and see for myself."

"We're getting pretty good at this whole soulmate thing, huh?" you laugh, unaware of the tears running down your face. "I missed you, Buck. So much."

"I missed you too," he murmurs, kissing you again. "Didn't think I was going to survive, some days."

"Me too. Do you know how many times I stood with my car keys in my hand, ready to drive back to you?"

He chuckles and then sniffles, emotion dripping down his cheeks.

"I did exactly the same thing. So many times."

You wrap your arms around his middle, reveling in the way he smells like gasoline and home.

"How long are you here for?" he murmurs, worried he'll disturb the peace.

"I'm not sure. A good few days, at least."

"Okay," he breathes. "I can do a few days. We can do a few days."

"Sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I didn't know, to be honest. It was all kinda last minute."

"It's okay, pretty thing," he mutters into your hair. "It was a nice surprise."

"You're coming tonight, right? To my Mom's party?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

You stay wrapped up in each other for a little while longer, savouring his warmth. He rubs absentminded patterns across the skin of your back, committing the softness of it to his memory.

"I should probably get back to work. I took off with no warning."

"You're the boss. You're allowed," you chuckle.

He laughs with you, and the sound lights up your nerves, illuminates your bones. It settles itself in the hollows of your ribcage, tangles itself in your heartstrings. It's like medicine.

"Can't wait to see you tonight," you whisper. "Wear something cute."

"I always do," he winks, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Miss you already."

"Miss you more."

He looks at you, smiling.

"Man, we're the worst."

"Truly."

He kisses you once, twice, three times before finally leaving, reluctant to let you go. You spend the rest of the afternoon floating on air, relaxed and at ease. You haven't felt like this in a while.

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Your Dad sneaks you into the house through the side door, hiding you in the kitchen as he ushers your Mom through to the back yard.

It's decorated with floral garlands and streamers, flowers in vases covering the table he's set up. The golden, warm fairy lights illuminate the space, keeping it soft and intimate. He's been watching, carefully observing the way that she does things. He's recreated her party style perfectly.

There's a few of her closest friends waiting for her, gifts littering the spare chairs. Your Dad walks her outside, hands covering her eyes.

"Surprise!"

You watch through the door as your Mom gasps, grin on her face.

"Oh my God! You guys!"

She runs into your Dad, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I can't believe you managed to pull this off," she says in disbelief.

He sets her back down on the ground and kisses her gently.

"I got you something. I hope you like it."

That's your cue. You sneak out as quietly as possible, standing behind her.

"Happy Birthday, Mama."

She whips around to face you, shock written across her face. Her eyes well up, tears threatening to spill. Yours do the same, bottom lip quivering.

She throws her arms around you, tugging you into her.

"I'm so happy you're here, baby girl. I missed you so much."

"Missed you. You look beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you! Look at you, all sun kissed and glowy. You look so pretty, sweetheart."

You grin at her and she does the same back, your Dad beaming at your identical smiles.

"You're the best gift I've ever received. Then and now."

You're overwhelmed, suddenly, by the realisation that no matter what happens, no matter what life throws at you, no matter how many miles are between you - your Mom will always be in your corner. Your Dad will always be in your corner. Bucky will always be in your corner.

You think, for a moment, that despite everything, you might just be okay.

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The night goes off without a hitch.

You drink, you laugh, you sing. You and your Mom dance to ABBA, Bowie, Donna Summer. Your Dad joins in, and can't help but grin every time he watches his girls together.

What a life, he thinks. I'm the luckiest man in the world.

When everyone gets a little past tipsy, your Mom changes the music to something slower, jazzier, richer. Your Dad pulls her into his chest, holding her close as they move to the melody. You're sat at the table taking off your heels when Bucky slides into the seat next to you. He pulls your foot into his lap and undoes the strap, sliding the shoe off gently. He rubs his thumb into your sole, smirking when you groan.

"Have you been avoiding me tonight, pretty baby?"

His cheeks are flushed slightly, top few buttons of his shirt open. He's been drinking a little, his walls lowered more than usual.

"I have to."

"Oh yeah?"

"I feel like I'm gonna burst into flames every time you look at me," you whisper. "I kinda want to rip your clothes off, baby."

He groans at the nickname. You know exactly what you're doing.

"It only takes one look for a minute too long to figure out how I feel about you, Buck. They'll work it all out instantly."

"Dance with me," he murmurs suddenly. "Your parents are too busy staring into each others eyes. Come on, honey. One dance."

His big blue eyes bore into yours, and you know you're fucked. You're never going to be able to say no to him.

"One dance," you whisper.

He takes your hand and leads you to the decked area, brightened by the golden lights. Bucky slides a hand over your back, resting there carefully. You intertwine your fingers with his and step into him, embracing the warmth that rolls off his body.

I'll Be Seeing You by Billie Holiday begins to play, and the two of you start to sway gently, eyes never leaving each others. Bucky pulls you in closer, and you melt into him. You don't care about the repercussions anymore.

Maybe it's the wine talking. Maybe it's something else.

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"That was close!"

Your Mom's giggling as your Dad holds her, having just saved her from tripping down the front steps. Everyone's giddy, both from drinking and from laughing.

"Sweetheart. Bucky. Come back for lunch tomorrow. Your Dad ordered too much catering, and we need help eating it."

"Mama, are you sure?"

"I want to see you as much as possible before you go, babygirl. You too, Buck. I feel like we don't see you as much as we used to."

"He'll be there," you reply before he can protest. "We'll carpool, and I'll bring a strawberry and cream tart that I made for you."

She kisses you on the cheek, your Dad leaning in to kiss the other side.

"Love you both."

"Love you," they say in unison, laughing and yelling jinx. "Get home safe, you two!"

"I'll take care of her," Bucky chuckles. "Always."

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"Why don't you see my parents much anymore?"

You and Buck are walking home along the sandy coastal path, fingers intertwined and sides pressed together. You look up at him, frowning slightly when he hesitates.

"Don't lie to me, James. I can feel it, remember."

You place a hand on your chest to remind him, and he nods.

"It's not the same here without you."

You weren't expecting the sincerity. It knocks you off balance a little.

You stop when you reach a wooden bench, sitting down and pulling him with you.

"So you're isolating yourself from the people who love you?"

He smiles, sadness rife in his eyes. Your tough guy act is crumbling.

"Not on purpose. It just kinda happened."

"You promised you'd talk to me, Buck. Especially if it got too hard. You need to accept support from people, or everything is going to come crashing down."

"I know. I know. But every time I go to their house, I'm expecting you to be there. Every time I go to the beach, I'm expecting you to be there. Every time I walk past your building, I'm expecting you to be there, waiting for me to pick you up. Even when I'm sailing, I can't stop thinking about that day we spent on the boat."

"The other day I had to make three batches of buttercream, because I messed up the first two. I was so distracted thinking about you that I split them both."

He laughs, then, wholehearted and genuine. You can't help but join him, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.

"Bucky, you have to promise that you'll keep going, even without me. You have to see my Mom and Dad like you used to, you have to still sail and go to the beach. You can't put your life on hold for me."

He takes a deep breath, sliding an arm around your shoulders to pull you in closer.

"Okay. I promise."

You whip your head around to look at him.

"Just like that?"

"Just like that, honey. You're right. I've been waiting for you to come back, so I can start living again. But life is still happening, whether you're here or not."

"Wise words, wise man," you smile. "Not a minute goes by where I don't think of you. You know that, don't you?"

"I know. I feel it."

You watch as he brings your linked hands to his chest, placing them there. You rest your head on his shoulder, lulled into calm by the steady melody of his heart. You swear it beats to the rhythm of your name.

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The two of you can't bear the idea of separating, so Buck comes home with you.

"Have you got a blanket?" he asks as he's kicking off his shoes.

"I have. What for?"

"The couch."

You process for a moment before it clicks.

"You're not sleeping on the couch, Buck."

"No?"

"No. I want your ridiculous, radiator-like body heat in bed with me."

He smiles, all giddy and lopsided, before striding across the room to you. Cradling your face in his rough hands, he kisses you with fervour. He's making up for lost time.

You tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging and pulling, smirking when he groans. He retaliates by grabbing your ass and picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you through to your bedroom, lips never leaving yours.

Throwing you down onto the bed, he pulls his shirt over his head, watching you hungrily as you do the same with your dress. You're left in your underwear, leaving little to the imagination.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs. "Makes me want to cry."

You reach for him as he settles on top of you, your hand sliding along his stubbled cheek.

"I'm so glad you're feeling what I'm feeling," you whisper. "I'd think I was going insane otherwise."

Bucky kisses you again, before trailing his lips across your jaw, your ear, your neck. He's careful not to leave any marks, as much as he wants to. You glide your hands along the expanse of his shoulders, his back, his biceps. He's so strong, so broad. It makes you ache.

"So fuckin' pretty," he mumbles against your chest. "Like a goddamn dream."

You throw your head back as he attaches his mouth to your tits, nipping and sucking as he goes. Your hands are in his hair again, reveling in the way his groans vibrate through you.

Bucky slots his knee in between your legs as he kisses across your chest, smirking when you grind your hips into it. You chase the friction as best you can, moaning when it hits you just right.

"Needy baby. You don't want my fingers? My mouth? No? Just my knee?"

You nod, then shake your head. You're not sure what you're asking for, drunk on him already.

"Please, Buck. Anything."

"I'll give you whatever you want if you keep saying my name like that."

He makes quick work of pulling your underwear down your legs, swiping his fingers through your wet heat.

"Oh, fuck," he chokes. "Fuck, honey. Is this all for me? Hmm?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Yeah?"

"It's yours, Buck. I'm yours."

Bucky drops his head forward, bumping your nose with his.

"I think that's my favourite thing you've ever said," he mumbles against your mouth.

You reach up to kiss him, sucking his tongue before biting at his lips. You can't get close enough. Every inch of your skin is pressed to his, and you still want more.

Bucky crawls down the bed, situating himself between your legs. He nudges at you with his nose before diving in, lapping at you like a man starved.

You'd forgotten what people said about sex when you're Tethered, but it all comes back to you now. Everything is heightened, your senses on overdrive. It's like Bucky has the handbook to your body, and all he has to do is read the instructions the Universe has given him.

He's got you teetering on the edge in no time, right on the precipice. No ones ever made you feel like this. It feels like some sort of small miracle is happening, an otherworldly connection.

"Give it to me, honey baby," he murmurs into you. "Let me see how pretty you look when you come."

You tug at his hair as you reach your climax, the vibrations of his groan only prolonging your release. Bucky helps you ride it out, only ceasing his action when he's satisfied you're satisfied.

He rests his head against your thigh and looks up at you as you come down, breathing heavily.

"You good?"

"So good," you grin. "Never better."

"Me neither," he whispers, crawling up your body to kiss you again. You taste yourself and whine, desperate to feel closer to him.

"Need you," you demand against his lips. "Need you more than anything."

"I know, baby," he soothes as he smooths the hair back from your face. "Gonna give you everything you want. Anything in the world."

You're on the verge of tears again, completely overwhelmed. He's looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky just for him. You think maybe you would, if he asked you to.

Bucky slides home in one gentle thrust, easy as breathing. The both of you exhale, savouring the moment. It's like nothing either of you have ever felt before.

You pull his face down to you, resting your foreheads against each other.

"Buck, I-"

"I know," he breathes. "Fuck, I know."

"Need you to move, baby."

He nods and kisses you sweetly, before pulling his hips back and gliding forward. The angle is just right, both of you keening.

"Fuck, honey. So pretty. So tight. Fuck."

Bucky sets a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. It's like he can read your mind, knowing exactly what you need. All you can say is his name as stars cloud your vision.

He slides his hand down your front, rubbing perfect circles on your clit with his fingers. You clamp down on him and he groans, low and gutteral.

"Need you to come, pretty baby," he whispers hoarsely. "Please. Waited so long for this. Please."

The desperation in his tone is what throws you into your release, muscles tensing and back arched. You grip his biceps, scratching your nails into his sun kissed skin.

Bucky can't hold on any longer, falling over the edge with you. The way he says your name as he does will be ingrained in your mind forever.

He drops his weight onto you entirely, no longer able to hold himself up. You wrap your arms around him, drawing absent minded patterns across his back. You're both sweating and panting. You're both completely content.

"Holy shit," he whispers after a while.

"You think it's gonna be like that every time?" you ask, grinning.

Bucky rolls off you and lands on the bed beside you, pulling you into his chest.

"Honey, just you wait. I've got moves you've never seen."

You snort, unable to hold in your laughter. You're floating on cloud nine, satiated and warm.

"You're the worst," you giggle, running your fingers over his abs gently.

The two of you stay intertwined for hours, enjoying the way your bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. You both drift in and out of sleep, conversing in the gaps. At some points, you just lay in silence, completely comfortable. No one needs to say anything. You both know what the other person is thinking.

Eventually, the sun rises, casting the room in a golden orange glow. Bucky looks like an angel, illuminated by the morning light. You wonder for a second if he is, sent down as a gift to you.

Suddenly, you feel an intense sadness in your chest. You look up at Bucky from where you lay across him, and see a single tear drip down his cheek.

"I don't want you to go."

The only sound that can be heard is his sorrow hitting the pillow.

"I don't think I want to go."

He strokes your hair softly, taking a deep breath to try and get a handle on his emotions.

"You have to, baby. It's your dream."

Your bottom lip wobbles for a second, before the words come spilling out.

"You're my dream."

Bucky sniffles, and you continue.

"I could have nothing, but I have everything if I have you."

You sit up and Bucky does too, capturing your lips in a tear stained kiss.

"We'll be okay, my honey girl."

You crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, letting his warmth bleed into your bones.

"I know," you say, unsure if you're trying to convince yourself or him.

You know you'll be okay. It just doesn't feel like it right now.

You wonder how many times you can keep leaving and coming back before one of your hearts breaks for good.

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just horrifically bombed a math test so… peter comforting reader after failing a test but accidentally making her feel really stupid?

don't worry bestie, as somone several years out of high school, and a college dropout, grades really don't matter in the grand sceme of things. my testing has never once affected my life, but me (and peter) believe in you!

“C’mon, gimme a kiss.”

Normally kissing Peter Parker would snap you out of any kind of upsetting mood, however today nothing felt like it could get you out of your funk, and nothing could; not even the escape of sighing into your boyfriend's mouth.

You also weren’t one to turn down a kiss, so when he pressed a kiss to your mouth upside down, your head laying on his lap, his neck bent to kiss you, you still enjoyed it but it couldn’t wipe the frown from your mouth.

“Not even a Peter kiss can help? You must be really upset.”

You give him a big frown, his thumb rubs between your eyebrows.

“Tell me, baby.” His words are a whisper.

With a groan you sit up and stretch over the bed to grab your backpack, Peter takes this time to appreciate the view and smack down your ass, you whimper a ‘heyy,’ before grabbing a paper and shuffling back to him.

“Here, look at my failures and dump the dummy.”

Peter snatched the paper with a grumpy face, a sympathetic frown takes front when he sees the grade circled on top.

“Oh, baby.”

You take it as patronizing.

You rip the paper from his hands, it tears at the edges. “Nevermind, Peter. My fault for thinking you would have some form of sympathy, I forgot I was talking to the genius of Midtown.” Peter’s hands chase you, frantic, “No, no, no! I wasn’t being mean, baby! I swear I wasn’t being mean, c’mere, lemme see it.” You look him up and down wearily, he seems authentic, you hand it over one more time.

Peter looks over the test, front and back, flipping it multiple times to line up numbers. He looks your way a few times and back at the sheet, he’s trying to figure out how to say what you did wrong without you thinking he thinks you’re an idiot.

Finally he pats the space next to him, you slink over on your knees, the sheets scrunching around your pants. His left hand holds your worksheet, his right is resting on your thigh. “You made a common mistake, most people get it wrong, no biggie.” You lean against his arm, “show me, please.”

Peter grabs a pen and starts circling your missteps and rewrites the formula, he runs it through one more time. “And I just multiply that for the answer?” Peter was really pretty when he was explaining things to you, most of the time you were checked out, blissfully blinking at each word curled around his lips; you were trying to piece together what he was saying. “Correctomundo, babe.”

“Ew, don’t say that.”

Peter shoulder checked you, “disrespect me now but without me you’d be failing every class.”

He laughed. Peter laughed, like what he said was funny. Like he didn’t understand how that made you feel, not like you just basically hinted that your biggest insecurity was being dumber than him.

Fine, if he thinks you can’t pass without him, you’ll show him you can.

You fake a laugh with him, usually he can catch it. This time he doesn’t. You put away the test after that, not that you’ll tell him but you’ll ask for a retest, and pass, and then not tell Peter so he doesn’t feel like he can take the credit.

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Peter is, what he thinks, jealous for the first time in his life.

Well, he’s been jealous before. Like when Ned got that new monitor for his gaming setup, or when MJ was able to solve a rubik's cube in under a minute. Even that one time when Ashley Mulligan, a third grader, cheated off his test and that made her win star student of the week.

But he’s never been jealous before in his relationship with you, he’s never felt the need to. But after you spent so much time with Jeremy, he can’t even think of his name without souring, he can’t help the bubble forming in his gut.

“I really don’t mind helping you out, baby! I even cleared the desk for you!” Peter’s been grasping at straws for you to study with him, he’s always loved the extra time with you, and you actually learned from him and he feels like he helpt, and he loves helping you, he feels needed.

Maybe you felt like you didn’t have enough space?

You check to make sure everything is in your bag, “It’s not a problem, I don’t want to keep J waiting.”

She has a fucking nickname for J.

“J?”

You tilt your head like a dog, “Jeremy?”

Peter scoffs, his arms cross defensively. “Oh, we’re on nickname basis with this dude?”

“This dude,” you air quote, “is helping me with school.”

Peter runs a hovering hand down his body, “so was this dude!”

You understand now, he’s jealous and you switching up on him really hurt his feelings. But he did too, and if he thinks it was funny then so do you.

“He just understands me better.”

Peter feels like he’s been shot, his head is underwater. The one thing he thought he had, the thing he thought he was the best at, wasn’t good enough for you anymore. He doesn’t know when you started to feel this way, he’s only ever tried to help you and he thought he was doing it well, did he misread the signs?

“Oh, okay.”

Does he have something to worry about?

You feel bad, he looks upset. But maybe you’re too dumb to read it well.

“Okay? I’ll call you on my way home.”

Peter’s smile didn’t match his eyes.

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Peter flopped on the couch next to his aunt.

May looked to her side at her nephew and continued watching ID TV, Peter sighs loudly, May speaks without breaking eye contact on the screen. “It’s always the husband, watch it be the husband.” Peter sighs again loudly, May again talks, “everytime I watch these I always expect a twist and guess what? It’s the husband.” For the third time Peter sighs, this time May lets one out of her own and raises the remote to pause the channel.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s wrong, Peter?”

Pouty lips mumble words, his fingers play with the fringe on a throw pillow.

“Y/N’s gonna break up with me.”

May thinks her eyes are going to pop out of her head, “what?!”

Peter nods like it can’t be true, but it is. “Yup. So she can be with this guy, ‘J,’’ he uses air quotes, “she has a nickname for him now.”

Her eyebrows furrow, “what’s his name?”

Peter mocks a high pitched tone, “Jeremy.”

May snorts, “that’s a shit name, don’t worry.”

“My name is a euphemism for penis.”

May waves her hand, “when did she start hanging around him?”

Peter shrugs, “a few weeks ago. Apparently they only study together.”��

This bothers him a whole lot more than he’s saying but May can pick up on it, she always can.

“I thought she only studied with you?”

“So did I.”

May hums, “any idea why she might?”

“She failed a math test and she thought I was going to call her dumb, but I never have!”

A gentle smile, “Pete, honey. Do you think it’s possible she feels intimidated by you? You’re smart, and you have a good heart but when you’re already embarrassed for flunking and you have a super smart boyfriend over your shoulder who you know thinks it’s childs math, you start to feel intimidated.”

Peter deflates, “but I’ve never made her feel inferior, and I don’t think of her as any less! Math is hard, you have to be exact, I know it can be hard! Everyone thinks Peter’s a genius, but Peter gets stuck on problems too!”

May tilts her head, he’s proved her point. “Does she know that?”

You’ve never seen him struggle but he’s watched you do it a million times. He doesn’t think you’re stupid or below him in any way, everyone has different strengths, yours isn’t math and that’s perfectly okay. Maybe if he shows you that he’s not some all knowing mathematician you’d feel less threatened.

Peter looks over at the TV, then at May.

“It’s the husband, right?”

May clicks play, “oh, totally.”

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Peter spun in his desk chair, a one eighty to face you.

He had almost forgotten.

“How’d you do on your test?”

You snap your neck up to see his face, he looks excited. It’s hard feeling upset when he only wants you to succeed, even when he’s not the one teaching you.

“I got a B.”

Peter rolls his eyes and huffs, “well, I would've gotten you an A, but I’m sure Jeremy is just fine.”

You blink, “he is, thanks,” you go back to reading, Peter decides it’s time for a heart to heart. He comes to find you on his bed, rolling until his knees hit yours. Peter’s fingers tap on your knees getting your attention.

“Baby, I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You freeze, “nothing’s wrong.”

His fingers squeeze your knees, “don’t lie, it doesn’t look cute on you.”

Peter reaches for your face, his hands cup the sides and forces you to look at him. Your lips are slightly squashed from his placement, you can’t avoid him now.

His voice comes out as a delicate whisper, he’s begging for the truth. “Be honest, did I make you feel dumb?” Peter feels your cheeks warm under his touch, your eyes dart around the room, anywhere but his face. “Baby?” Your eyes close, you can’t cry, not now.

“Oh, c’mon, baby. No crying, I’m the one that made you feel like a dummy.”

Your silence was answer enough, “hey, look at me,” he taps against your cheeks until you blink them open. His smile made you feel safe.

“I’m sorry. I promise you baby, there is nothing, shy of getting yourself hurt, that could make me think you’re dumb. Anything after algebra is useless math anyways, I just do it to keep my ego in check.” He smiles when you snort, “And if I did or said something to make you think otherwise then I’m sorry, but I really, really hate you’re getting help from another dude with a nickname.”

Your words are jumbled because of his hands, “you said I’d fail every class without your help.”

Peter frowns, “fuck, that’s mean.” His head shakes disapprovingly, “I didn’t mean it, I don’t even remember that, baby. I swear, it was just a shitty joke.”

“It might’ve been a joke but it really hurt my feelings.” Peter moves his right hand to brush some hair behind your ear, “I know I did, you had to outsource another man.” You smack his wrist away, “are you actually sorry or do you just feel threatened?”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t pleasing you and you had to find someone who could, I can’t blame you for that.”

You groan, “you’re impossible.”

Peter gets serious again, when the moment gets too much he can always break the tension for a second. “Hey, I mean it. I’m sorry, it was a stupid thing to say and I really, really miss having you over. And I promise if you ever feel that way again, let me know and I’ll dial it back. Sometimes I even get ahead of myself.”

You push your forehead against his and pull back, “it’s okay, I didn’t tell you so it’s not your fault you didn’t know.”

Peter holds his breath, “does this mean Jeremy fucks off now?”

You can’t help the laugh that tumbles, “yes, Jeremy can fuck off now.”

“Good.” Peter’s hand pulls you in, right before you connect you grab a hand at his shoulder and clench the fabric as he settles his mouth against yours. He tries to pull away but you hold him there, just a moment longer.

“I wanna show you something.”

You’re in a post kiss haze, you’d say yes to anything he wants right now. He kicks his feet off the floor and it sends the chair back to his desk, his hands digging through his drawers. Peter finally untucks a leather notebook from the back of a drawer, you’ve never seen it before, and you’ve been together for a while.

Consider your interest peaked.

Peter pats his thigh, an invitation to a seat. Who are you to ignore the call?

His left arm loops around your waist when you sit.

“This notebook holds all my dirty little secrets, wanna see?” Peter chuckles at your amusement, your head bobbles with your nod, he pinches your side, you lean into his body to escape his fingers.

“Contrary to popular belief, Peter Parker, the thoughtless, no effort, mega genius who knows everything, does not know everything. And I’m definitely not always perfect on the first try, most of the time I’m just lucky.”

You tried to question where this was going, how did it have any connection to a journal?

He pushes it in front of you.

“Open.”

Your fingers twitch, you open the front cover, it creaks. The inside page is empty, no ‘this journal belongs to,’ no name, no number, nothing. The next page is full of notes, cursive letters you’d need a moment to decipher, circled markings and animated question marks.

The next page had numbers all over it, it bled into the opposite page. Numbers written over and over and over, each one crossed out, arrows to move numbers around, swapping patterns and numbers. Frustrated scribbles that broke through the page behind it when you turned.

The same combination of numbers jumbled on the page, now a string of ‘fuck’s’ gradually got bigger in the collums of the page, finally a number and equestion was circled in bright red three times. You flipped through seven more pages, each one riddled with most of the same math patterns, some of them were with spanish triple underlined with a ‘dumb fuck,’ written in the corner, it drew your lip down, he wasn’t allowed to think of himself that way.

Peter wasn’t perfect. He struggled with things too, and he wasn’t always right. Sometimes he had to get through thirty possibilities until he found one that worked, other times he just couldn’t remember that damn word. He had just shown you an incredibly private thing in his life, something that you knew he’d never planned to show someone. Something that showed the human in him, he wasn’t so superb all the time.

“Math is fucking hard sometimes.”

Peter was nervous, your Peter was nervous that you saw that. You saw his breakdowns and frustrations and negative self talk. He’s glad you stopped when you did, the next section was AP probability and statistics, and if you saw the things he said about himself then? You’d have him committed.

You blow air from your mouth, “tell me about it, champ.”

His fingers tickled along your hips, your stomach tightened with butterflies and pulses when his hands sneaked under your t-shirt and layed above your beltline. “Why’d you never show me before?”

Peter places a kiss on your arm, “it’s embarrassing.”

You scoff and turn to him with fervor, “it’s not! I don’t think it’s embarrassing, and I don’t think you’re dumb at all! I’d never judge you for that, petey. Math is fucking hard sometimes, you’re right! But no, not embarrassing and definitely not a dumb fuck, please never call yourself that, I’d have to fight you and I don’t want to actually embarrass you.”

Peter tries to stop the growing grin, he has to bite his lip, the irony is sticky sweet to him. You wait for a response, his amusement both aggravating and confusing you. After a moment in silence and staring at his smug grin you connect the dots.

“Oh, fuck. It’s a ditto, moment, huh?”

He just nods happily.

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cloudycleric · 2 months

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hi Ollie! just wanna start by saying I love your channel. your favorite video of mine is the one where you were talking about how you think Will Byers has autism.

you said that you have autism but you were misdiagnosed first and that you thought you couldn't have autism because you had already been told that you don't have it. I was wondering what made you get diagnosed when you'd already been told that you don't have it.

I went to get diagnosed a few months ago but was told that I don't have it. I'm only asking because I genuinely think that I have autism and that it was a misdiagnosis. any advice? also you dont have to answer if its like too personal or something. sorry if its confusing and doesn't make a lot of sense.

also here's a picture of byler kissing to hopefully make your day better! <3

hi hello !!!

thank you for the picture i lobe it!

as for why i decided to retest for autism—

it kinda just… worked out. the more that i thought about it after my first testing came back negative, the more that i realized that i was in fact autistic, & some of the things in document that said i wasn’t autistic were objectively untrue & my mom noticed, too.

that was not fault to the tester, she was lovely, it’s just that a lot of testers only really know how to diagnose traditional autism in amab people. with being afab, or even trans, autism can present itself differently. i know there’s haha jokes about girl & boy autism but, there is some objective truth there. it also doesn’t help testers who have a more deep understanding of the ‘traditional’ autism that people who are afab or trans or whatever have a way better time hiding or masking their autism. i’d say, when deciding to retest, really examine whether or not you feel your are masking.

anywho, back to the story—

my therapist’s office has a child psychologist who specialized in therapy for lgbtq+ youth & occasionally did screenings for things like adhd, autism, among other disorders & neurodivergent stuffs. she was amazing, she was able to work directly with my therapist on parts of the tests & for professional input, as well as used a more friendly test based on experience as a person, not as whether or not you check boxes or act a certain way during certain testing sessions.

the tests it took were the Behavior Rating Inventory of Executive Functioning, Second Edition (BRIEF-2), Self-and Parent-Reports & Monteiro Interview Guidelines for Diagnosing the Autism Spectrum, Second Edition (MIGDAS-2), which the psychologist described as much more “affirming” & “validating”. by the end of the session she told me, “i usually don’t immediately say this to clients, but you are very obviously autistic.”

getting that diagnosis was really good because it made people FINALLY start believing me when i said i was autistic. i’ve also noticed that it’s easier for me to de-mask now because i feel like the people around me now know why i act the way i do.

anywho, that’s my story! like i said, i would just really investigate whether or not you felt like the tester had an inaccurate view of you & if you were masking/how much masking you do on a daily basis.

I HOPE THIS HELPS!!!

#asks #actually autistic #autism #autism!#autistic

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butterfly-casket · 5 months

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Sometimes breaking down and crying to your primary care physician....works

I was desperate for answers at the end of 2023. I mean, it's been 3 years and I still don't have answers. I had lost all hope, as I was gaining new symptoms, and still no one had any idea what could be wrong. Until I read about MS, and it fit nearly all of my symptoms. I scheduled the first appointment I could to discuss it with my primary. After scheduling it, I realized I had only scheduled a 20 min appointment, and spent 4 hours getting all of my symptoms typed out with dates of when they started, how long they lasted, when they got worse. I typed out a script to communicate to my doctor all of the most important/relevant information in the most condensed form possible. I was ready to be in and out, spend 5 minutes getting him the information, and the next 15 discussing with him the plan of action.

Instead, my doc was pissed that I was even there. I had only seen his NP up until this point and he was so upset that I, a person with so many issues, had come in to see him personally the Friday before his Christmas break. He made sure to spend the first 5 minutes of the appointment interrupting me to express his frustration, and I started to feel like he wasn't going to help me at all.

I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself as I started shaking out of fear, and then the anger-override kicked in. I whipped out my symptom list, and his demeanor immediately changed. I told him as calmly as I could in the moment "THAT is my symptom list. Are you just not going to help me?"

He started saying "Well its just that you're going to try and make this appointment take 3 hours—" I cut him off to say "No, I wanted to make this appointment 20 minutes but you just spent the first 5 putting your problems on me." *cues the flood gates* "I've had doctors, nurse practitioners, specialists all innaccurately record my symptoms, if they ever even recorded them at all. I have to walk with a cane, I haven't been able to work for a year and a half, I have NO income, I am just trying to survive and I've been dismissed and not believed over and over again, to the point that it's effected my medical records. It makes EVERYONE think I'm fucking INSANE. I just want some help. I just need some fucking help. I just need some fucking answers. Please."

He started getting in my chart and got to business. He immediately ordered about 8 retests and 6 new ones. He got me a referral to Neurology, ordered X-rays, a swallow test, and MRIs to check for MS.

I went to the Rheumatology appointment I already had scheduled a few weeks later. I felt like the doctor was actually listening to me for the first time in forever. He made a point to record every one of my symptoms as I listed them. He seemed to care. I just came back from my swallow test today. The person performing the test acted like he read through my whole chart and was asking me a lot of questions about my other issues. He asked me if I had the MRIs yet before the test, and when going over the results he said "If it does turn out to be MS, come back to us. We will help you, figure out what works for you."

I've been terrified of being too direct with my doctors, I wouldn't even tell them the diagnosises that I thought it COULD be out of fear of them going "You've just been looking up things on the internet, I'm giving you a munchausens diagnosis." But I was desperate. It was a real cry for help. And thank fuck he saw that. Even if I still don't find answers, I've brought to their attention the mistreatment and carelessness I've been dealing with and they have decided to change that. Hopefully I will be treated like a normal human being and get my symptoms recorded correctly.

#insane slur #tw insane slur #butterfly-casket #disabled #disability #multiple sclerosis #medical malpractice #medical maltreatment #disabled rights #doctor #doctors #PCP #medical records #chronic fatigue #chronic pain #chronic illness

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mj-iza-writer · 6 months

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Day in the life prompt. This was another request. I'm doing this as day in the life of Caretaker and Whumpee with Caretaker.

Then, Whumper and Whumpee with Whumper will be written in a different story. I think this will be too long if I do it all here. I also want to write Caretaker with a recovered Whumpee as well, but I know I've written several already. I enjoy that trop a lot. - Mj

I'll tag as # day in the life whump addition

Caretaker woke up and got ready just like any other day. They made their way down the hall doing their final adjustments to their outfit.

They quietly peaked in on Whumpee, who seemed to be sleeping comfortably. It wasn't quite time for them to get up, so Caretaker quietly closed the door again.

Down in the kitchen, Caretaker started their pot of coffee, and prepped breakfast. They also prepared Whumpee's morning medicine to have with breakfast.

Just before waking up Whumpee, Caretaker wrote the agenda of the day on a whiteboard so Whumpee knew what to expect today.

Whumpee woke to Caretaker gently shaking them. Their eyes fluttered open to a smiling face.

"Good morning Whumpee", Caretaker whispered.

Whumpee stretched and tried to go back to sleep.

"No, no. We can't go back to sleep, it's time for breakfast. You can have a nap later if you want", Caretaker gently pulled Whumpee to a sitting position, "come on."

Whumpee yawned and gave a tired look to Caretaker.

"I'm glad you're finally getting better sleep", Caretaker smiled as they swung Whumpee's legs around to help them up, "I'm sure your doctor will be happy to hear that as well."

Whumpee nodded, "I think that medicine they recommended helped, I didn't have any nightmares either."

"That's good, I'm glad", Caretaker grinned.

Whumpee was left to get ready.

Whumpee pulled on the outfit they lovingly called their comfy outfit. Loose fitting sweats, a long sleeve shirt that hid all of their scars and bruises, lastly, they found a pair of fluffy socks.

Whumpee looked into the mirror when they were all dressed.

"Well, I blend in a little. I still look frail and sick, but at least people can't see my injuries", Whumpee shook as they thought back to those days.

"Whumpee, I'm plating breakfast", Caretaker called to them, "please hurry a little if you can."

Whumpee practiced a breathing exercise to calm themself, then left the room.

They stopped at the board to read what was on the agenda for the day.

"Ugh, another doctor appointment today", Whumpee kept reading, "Ooh, that sounds good for dinner though."

Caretaker looked out at them, "oh good. Just in time."

"What doctor are we going to today?", Whumpee looked at them concerned, "I thought I was done for a while."

"Just a quick follow up with Doctor Pete, one of your test came back, and it needs to be retested", Caretaker looked over the board, "let's get breakfast and take your medicine. We have a while before the appointment."

Whumpee followed Caretaker to the table where breakfast was waiting.

Nothing major came up from the doctor... thankfully. Doctor Pete wanted to do a just in case test to make sure nothing was missed. Whumpee seemed to be healing really well.

On the way home Caretaker treated Whumpee to a sweat stop.

Whumpee now had a pound of candy sitting on their lap, and a big grin to go with it.

After lunch, Nurse Casey came by.

She watched over Whumpee while Caretaker took a break.

Caretaker went out for some errands and a few friends wanted to meet for coffee.

Nurse Casey did physical therapy with Whumpee, then let Whumpee lead the afternoon activities until Caretaker got home.

After Nurse Casey left Caretaker allowed Whumpee to have some private time to do whatever they liked while they worked in their office.

"I find it's important to let you have some personal time so you can become a little more independent. Though I will still be nearby in case you need me", Caretaker often said, "I believe you could become smothered with too much attention from me, and that could cause negative results and stress. Plus, you've spent the last few years around people with ill intentions, so I'm sure some peace and quiet is appreciated."

Caretaker encouraged Whumpee to pick up hobbies and interests as well. There was a good chance Caretaker would already have anything you could think of on hand. If not, they were happy to order it if you wanted.

Caretaker worked in their office for a while. They had to update Whumpee's care charts and journals as part of the care. They kept everything neatly filed in case the courts or detectives needed information.

This day, Whumpee had pulled out a puzzle and was working on the dining table.

Caretaker peaked in in time to see Whumpee blankly looking at a piece.

"Doing okay Whumpee?", they walked up beside them.

"Um, yes, I just realized my life has become like a puzzle. It feels impossible to put together though", Whumpee looked up.

"Yes I suppose it does", Caretaker took the piece from Whumpee, "sometimes it's good to work on puzzles together though", Caretaker placed the piece down into the puzzle Whumpee was working on. It was a perfect fit, "having a team to help you get the pieces together makes things a little easier."

Whumpee looked up at Caretaker with a, thankful expression, "thankyou", their lip quivered.

"You're welcome, Whumpee. I'm always here for you", Caretaker turned, "I'll be in the kitchen preparing dinner and getting your evening meds together."

That night, Caretaker brought Whumpee's last pill for the night to the bedroom. Whumpee was resting in bed already, but sat up to take the medicine.

Caretaker sat on the edge of the bed as Whumpee took the pill. Caretaker listened as Whumpee talked. They smiled when the pill seemed to be working.

"I caught that yawn", Caretaker grinned, "your eyes are getting heavy."

Whumpee nodded tiredly.

"That medicine seems to help you wind down a lot", Caretaker helped Whumpee lay down, "it works pretty fast for you as well."

Whumpee nodded again, "my whole body is untensed as well", they yawned, "I like that feeling."

"I'm glad", Caretaker covered them, "I'll be in my office for a while, then I'm going to bed. Call if you need me, okay."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou Caretaker for taking care of me. I appreciate you so much for helping me."

"You're welcome Whumpee", Caretaker started to leave, "get some sleep."

Later, after Caretaker finished their notes for Whumpee's day, they made their way to Whumpee's bedroom to check on them.

Whumpee snores lightly as Caretaker pulled the blankets up again.

"Goodnight Whumpee", Caretaker looked over the sleeping Whumpee, "you are an honor to take care of."

Caretaker yawned, "it's time for bed", they stretched as they walked to their bedroom, "then we'll do it all over again tomorrow", they smiled.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @weirdthingweee

#day in the life whump addition #caretaker and whumpee #whump community #whump stuff #whump writing #whump ideas #whump #whumpee #whumper #whump scenario #caretaking #oc #caretaker #thanks for the ask!#ask answered #prompt request #prompt response

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karczel-fanzone · 7 months

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POV:You failed civics (┬┬﹏┬┬)

Kny High School AU! Gyomei x Reader with severe Social Anxiety

Word count: 930

Warning: Overthinking, Anxiety, and Panic attack description from reader's POV

Just Gyomei being a teacher | Platonic

You appear before the teacher’s room.

Sweat runs down your face from sprinting here and feeling of dread as you stand before the door to it.

It’s your first time failing any test.

And you already heard a mouthful from your parents.

“Seriously?! You failed civics!?”

“Out of every other subject!?”

You have always been bad at socializing and communication.

And you either weren’t paying attention in class or drawing the time away, as you can just use common sense to pass those tests, you thought.

To your surprise, there were laws and ethical conundrums in the test, with situations that you’ve never considered the effects of the outcome before, nor their appropriate answers.

And all the homework you forget to submit that adds up to this moment.

To your efforts, you’re just a few points away from passing this exam.

It seemed like your common sense is worse than you thought,

And you were the only one who missed the first regrading opportunity, so you’re pretty much on your own.

You don’t know if he’ll deduct even more scores that you can get just because of this or make an even harder version of the test than the first one, and the first retest version.

*sniffles*

You knock on the door 2 times, before going in

“Hello… is Mr. Himejima here?”

You felt so tiny and scared in this room full of adults.

Your communication skills were bad among your peers, and even worse with adults as you tried your best to not cry abruptly from sheer intimidation that creeps up to the back of your skull.

You feel your throat painfully trying to close in on itself as you try your hardest to fight against that to not end up speaking in illiterate croaking sounds.

“Yeah? That’s me”

He lifted his head up from his desk as he seemed to be working on something… grades, maybe?

The thought makes you feel guilty and nervous, like you’ve been pricked with a thousand tiny needles under your skin.

“Yes”

You nodded haphazardly.

“What have you come here for?”

“I c-come to take- “

Your throat betrays you as you feel more eyes from the other teachers in the room land on you and you can only breathe in panic as you start to feel a bit woozy.

“What’s wrong?”

“i-I-uhhhhh…”

You felt cold sweats on the side of your forehead as you internally try to regain control of yourself.

But maybe announcing your failure to the entire room of teachers might be too much of a step to take, right now.

Your legs are shaking threatening to make you fall over at any moment.

“Hello?”

Himejima gets up and clicks his tongue near-silently to navigate with the sound that bounces off nearby physical objects as he gets up and makes his way over to you.

He scares you even worse as he’s standing in front of you, terrifying you so bad you almost faint from your own fear.

“h-ah-h- I’m- “

He waits for your answer patiently with a moderate distance from you as you try to speak again.

“I-… I failed you!”

“What?”

He’s just as perplexed as you are.

“w-wait no I mean- “

“I- It’s ok, I’m not disappointed in you.”

“Ah- “

Your low-esteem self automatically thinks that’s because he has no expectations of you since the very beginning, but you keep that thought to yourself, as you realize you can’t stop overthinking.

“You’re the last person who didn’t take the makeup exam right?”

“Y-yes!”

You nod so hard your head’s about to fall off, fearing words might’ve failed you.

“Well, you can take this open book test on the empty desk over there, since you’re the only one left.”

You let out a choked gasp in your throat with closed mouth as you heard the last part.

“N-no pressure, t- take your time.”

“Hfu…”

Hearing that made you give out a sigh that took your stress out a little.

You take out your book and a few online mind maps you printed out to memorize for the past 2 days and start to work on your make-up exam.

You spent a few minutes staring at each question with no thoughts, which made Gyomei a little worried as you seemed very on edge about this test. Granted that he couldn’t even see your facial expression, but he could tell from the taps of your foot and the sound of biting fingernails.

“…You can listen to music if that helps?”

You gasped in surprise.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

And there you were, looking between your book and the test, breathing more calmly as you listen to your earphones.

It calmed your nerves, and you even doodled on the empty space before turning it in.

“I’m done! …Sir!”

as your hands in your test papers.

You’re not sure if the ‘sir’ made things more awkward, but it felt more right to say, rather than without.

“Ah, hm”

He gently accepts the papers that were outstretched to him, the same paper you were scared to take just a moment ago.

“…”

You two exchange stares without any words, with either of you having any ideas on why the other kept staring back.

“Um…”

“Am I good?”

“What?”

“Uh… Am I good to go?”

“Oh- yeah, yeah. Did you put in your names, number, and class?”

“Yep!”

“Ok, you’re good to go.”

“Thank you! Thank you very much!”

You put a thumbs up to express your joy with a smile on your face,

And he reluctantly returns the gesture.

More fan works and fan stuffs @karczel-fanzone! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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mpregandproud · 1 year

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Isaac (Part 9)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9]

It has been four years since I gave birth to my quintuplets. Isaac and I moved to a bigger house where we could live with our children and also have more space for ourselves. Our life had stabilized a lot. We had both progressed in our jobs, enjoyed a family that was the envy of the world, and still loved each other as much as the first day.

Our deal with Lucas came through, I gave birth to two children. To thank us for the gesture we had with them they named them Daniel and Isaac, and we were named godparents. After them came Tom and Hugo, for whom I gestated triplets. And as the saying goes, there are no two without three, my friend Ray wanted to be a single father and asked me as a favor to gestate his baby, a beautiful girl. In a matter of five years I went through four pregnancies and gave birth to eleven babies, six of them Isaac's and mine.

My parents and my sister did not fully understand my work as a surrogate. They didn't understand how, having a partner and being so happy, I could be carrying other people's babies. But I wanted to do our family a favor. And, well, not only that, Isaac and I enjoyed sex more than ever when I was pregnant. It was a win-win.

The idea of becoming parents again was always on our minds. With our children we discovered that we adore children. So after the third surrogate pregnancy we decided to stop for good and focus on ourselves. We had no shortage of requests to repeat the process, but there was no turning back, the decision was firm.

The first step in this new stage was to get married. We got engaged in the spring and the wedding was at the end of the summer. The ceremony was full of children, many of them carried my genes or grew in my belly. It was kind of like a family reunion.

Isaac wore a tight white suit that fit him like a glove. Since we met he has become even more handsome. In my case I wore blue, but my body is the proof of so many pregnancies. My hips, narrow when I played soccer, scream to the world that I have given birth to eleven babies. My chest, though it has decreased, is still much larger than it once was. And the belly is there. I tried to lose weight between pregnancies, but it was getting harder and harder. I'm lucky that Isaac, for some reason I don't quite understand, is extremely attracted to big bellies.

We tied the knot and went on our honeymoon to an island paradise. In the evenings we would escape to the beach to fuck between the sea waves and the sand under the moonlight. According to a local legend, the couple that came together between the moon and the sea would be graced with the greatest of gifts.

When we returned home I was able to verify that the legend was completely true. In a routine check-up they found that I was pregnant. So many pregnancies later I no longer had morning sickness, so if it hadn't been for this test I wouldn't have found out I was going to be a dad again until a few months later.

By the time I was three months along, I had a big, firm belly. I knew this meant I was expecting a lot of babies, but it wasn't until I was retested that we found out there were six children. We had them repeat the test, so that what happened last time wouldn't happen, and the second time the result was the same, six more children.

Happiness flooded our house. We enjoyed pregnancies so much for our friends in bed, but this was very different, these were our children. It was the best way to start our marriage, expanding this precious family we have formed.

Isaac is the man of my life, of that I have no doubt. He made me accept my true sexual orientation, and he made me discover that I could be a surrogate father. He has supported me in all my projects and loved me unconditionally. He has given me five beautiful children, which in a few months will be eleven. Can I ask for more? I am living in a dream from which I don't want to wake up.

The End… or not?

#mpreg #mpreg story #pregnant man #pregnant guy #male pregnancy #pregnant #man pregnant #gay #Isaac

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missakward123 · 4 days

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Getting tutored by your fvckboy? How low can you go? Or maybe it's the one where he goes down on you

Fvkboy!Satoru x reader

Oh dear.......what have you done this time? Failed your finals, my my.

So, with the promise to the principal of passing the retest and your parents breathing down your neck you have no choice but to say goodbye to your favorite (and only)fvkboy for the month.

Warning: Orgasm denial, mention of squirting, fingering, oral sex (f receiving)

Words: like 600?

A/N: omgggg i saw wimpy kid-movie rodrick rules and got an idea but couldn't formulate it properly so i just decided to write fvkboy satoru for now. Comments, reblogs and likes are immensely appreciated.

"What do you mean you can't meet me?" You flinch at Satoru's loud whiny voice.

"Quiet down a bit! My parents are literally next door." You whisper and Satoru rolls his eyes at your remark.

"Sweetheart, they are pretty much deaf considering last time they didn't suspect a thing when I made you squir-" You put your hand over his mouth. God did he really have to be so blunt? It was embarrassing, especially when he showed you off around his 'best friend'. By fingering you till you cried and later him being down your throat and Suguru fvking the daylights out of you. At the same time. Gosh, you still blushed whenever you saw Suguru.

But that is for another time.

"Okay I get it! But this is the last time you see me for the month." You say exhausted from all the studying you have been doing recently- that you should have done 2 months prior instead of getting absolutely railed by this blue-eyed beauty in front of you.

He gasps dramatically pointing at you.

"B-but how am I supposed to go on without her?!" He exclaims.

"Her?" You frown, your brows scrunching up in confusion.

"That cute lil' pussy of course" he says rolling his eyes before he looks at your glaring face to add-

"And you, obviously."

Normal Satoru behavior you think, but you can't deal with him at the moment.

"But y'know......i could tutor you." He suggests and you almost laugh.

"No offense but......you are just a fvkboy." You reply, eyeing him from head to toe. You had never seen him ever open a book in class and now that you think about it, how did he manage to pass the exams without failing a single subject is beyond you.

"Is that so?" He says, getting off the chair and pushing you back against the headboard of your bed, gently. Always gently, he was never too rough not with you anyways. He did go overboard sometimes but he never did anything to bring you discomfort.

That would have been the biggest lie you had ever told yourself, you realized 30 minutes later when he wouldn't let you come until you got your definitions right.

"I-" You whine your hips bucking up, mindlessly sobbing, whining, moaning anything to get Satoru to let you cum.

"What, doll didn't hear ya?" Satoru says chuckling sending vibrations up your core as hd sucks your clit. His one hand spanking your ass every few seconds and other hand deep inside you all while pleasure clearly evident on his face as a tear or two slips out of your eye.

Sadist- Satoru Gojo is a sadist and you are realising this only after 4 months of intent fvking. That is if you cross out the times when you just made out with him playing with your tits and making you squirm with pleasure and not stopping until your tits were sore.

"I-i dont know!" You cry out in frustration, breaking several things at once.

Satoru's calm, the ties around your wrists and you by the end of this.

"You don't know?" He says angrily his fingers finally picking up the pace.

All you can do is moan in response.

"Too bad gotta start over." He says before flipping you on your back, again.

"No-no-no I am sorry so sorry-" you say trying to squirm your way out of his arms holding your hip.

"Where do you think you are going? We need to fix your history timeline, now tell me when did the French revolt happen hmm?"

"Uhm..." You say trying to think something as his tongue again flattens against your clit making you squeal.

"I am waiting doll, and you better hurry up if you wanna come this time." He threatens in a casual voice his tongue dipping a little lower.

Oh god, you wish you could die when you feel another orgasm coming and not the answer.

"1789!" You yell at the last moment, at least now-

He chuckles sending vibrations to your core "Good job, darling but-"

"We haven't done the formulas have we? So, hold on a bit I have another thing to try."

#satorugojo #jjk x readers #satoru x reader #satoru smut #jjk #jjk gojo #he can top me #fvkboy satoru #i fvk with this typa satoru so hard

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ardent-heretic · 1 month

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Be careful what you wish for in life.

Spawnette has been doing gumnastics here for 4 years. She enjoys it but at first she thought of it as a trampoline park where you goof off. So I talked with her about focusing and working on her skill set. I even bought equipment for her to practice on in our house.

Last February she tested to move up a level and failed. So I worked with her to build strength and practice on her deficiencies. Last week was retest week and she smashed the test passed on 20 of 20 skills. So she moved up a level. She didn’t feel confident but I told her she will move up. She said all she wants in life is to advance.

So she advanced.

But now she is out of the fluff and glitter levels and entering the real deal gymnastics levels.

Price for training for next level is higher. And now her lessons are going from 60 to 90 minutes each session.

She feels nervous. I tell her she is in the same boat as everyone else who advanced.

But she has me.

When I am at her lessons I watch what the advanced groups do. I don’t know the name of the routines. But I can find shit on YouTube.

I told her one thing I noticed is, insane strength training that they do. Tremendous core exercises, shoulder work, and bicep work. Harder routines need more strength. So I am going to help her get a jump on it. She stays at current level til mid June. Then starts next level last week of June. So I have a little time to get her started.

I told her she will either be dedicated and push through this or she will quit. It up to her.

She just says “Don’t make me look like a boy.”

I say,”Wanna be able to beat up your brother?”

The evil grin she gave me made me laugh.

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tomorrowxtogether · 1 year

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BEOMGYU: “I don’t want to lose to myself”

TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Name Chapter: TEMPTATION comeback interview

2023.02.10

The object of BEOMGYU’s affection, and that which he wrestles most passionately with, is himself.

You said you retested your MBTI a few months ago and this time you got I[ntroverted].

BEOMGYU: I’m still mostly like I was whenever I’m around the other members, but my personality has changed a lot since debuting. It used to be that, if I had time off, I would go out no matter what, whether to see friends or go shopping by myself, but ever since I debuted I can count on one hand how many times I’ve gone out to see friends. I used to really look forward to meeting new people; now I feel a little awkward in those situations. I have a perpetually public-facing job so now I like spending my personal time quietly on my own. I think I like that sense of absence. (laughs)

I feel like you have the opposite energy, too. You create a fun atmosphere when the situation calls for it, like when shooting variety shows.

BEOMGYU: If I’m set to film a variety show for three hours, for example, I privately make up my mind to act crazy during that time and absolutely nail it. I can feel that I’m losing my energy while filming lately. But still, I’ve enjoyed variety shows ever since I was little, and I want to be entertaining, so I try not to hold back. I really like watching 2 Days & 1 Night and if you watch the people on it, they really go all out. They make their own stuff throughout, inventing their own rules, like, “Whoever loses should jump into freezing water.” I think that’s when I understood that, when it comes to variety shows, the more all-out you go, the more fun it is.

Since you’re so notable for your energy on your own variety shows, do you feel a sense of responsibility when you do other shows?

BEOMGYU: A little bit, maybe. The other members are pretty shy and feel some amount of pressure when it comes to variety shows. TAEHYUN used to always say, “I’m really grateful you’re there to carry us on variety shows. I’ll go along with what you’re doing. I trust you.” That eventually made me feel responsible, which made me feel like I had to be the one to carry the show no matter what. (laughs) Now I think about how I need to keep the other members’ energy up while having fun myself, too. I’m always looking at the plan whenever doing a show and thinking, Hmm, so that’s the vibe they’re going for; I should do this or that—because I know you have to put in an effort for every part.

What was it like getting ready for the year-end performances? In the behind-the-scenes footage for 2022 MMA you were so passionate that you personally asked for a reshoot of the prerecorded parts.

BEOMGYU: We really put every last ounce of ourselves for every awards ceremony. We absolutely had to put on a good show this time because we were working on it even when we were in the middle of touring. It was like a war zone. But there’s so many different variables at awards ceremonies that you never know how it’s going to turn out, even if you prepare 200%. So, I think we have to try again if we have a chance whenever we look different performing than we have in mind or there’s a part we mess up. All of us are really ambitious about our performances, so even if I feel satisfied with where we’re at, if someone else isn’t quite satisfied, I don’t make a stink. We just say, Sure, let’s do that again, and follow along. Because we know we all have to find no problems with the performance for it to be perfect.

I bet you really wish you could’ve done the part where you use a lighter to set a rose on fire and throw it back.

BEOMGYU: I thought that was the best part, actually. I was supposed to take the rose and the lighter out all in under five seconds, but the rose got all crushed in my clothes so it wouldn’t come out. I had to improvise to save the moment, so I just stared at the lighter and pretended to throw it away. I was half losing my mind (laughs) but I just thought, If you don’t have teeth, use your gums, and did that. It was too bad, but more people than usual told me it was a good performance. It made me feel better to think the performance was decent after all the passion we put into practicing for it.

People said that they can tell how carefully you study when they saw your cover of V’s performance for “DNA” by BTS at 2022 SBS Gayo Daejeon. It was also well-received for how incredibly well you adapted it to suit you specifically.

BEOMGYU: Heheh. (laughs) I’m always really determined to do a good job when I cover their songs. I really wanted it to be good this time, too, so I watched videos of their performance so, so many times when I was practicing. I can’t do it like they can, but I still wanted to do it as closely as possible, so I kept thinking about his attitude, starting with emulating his facial expressions, and what they wanted to express through the song. I was inwardly proud because the response after was really good.

You tend to put a particular amount of effort into the way you express yourself on stage. Did the way you study come about as a result of all your experience?

BEOMGYU: I try not to forget how I first felt when I heard a song. I base my studying on the things that come to mind when I first heard a song or saw the rough choreography—things like how certain parts should be expressed or the parts I really want to bring to life. And I usually get better at things while shooting music videos. When it’s captured on camera, I check how it looks and think, Oh, maybe it would look better if I did it like this? And make lots of adjustments myself.

Can you use “Sugar Rush Ride,” the lead single off your new album, as an example?

BEOMGYU: For this song, it’s really all about attitude. I felt like I had to be sort of a sexy, crazy guy. (laughs) For example, for the part that goes, “Come here more, let’s play more,” I had a really serious vibe at first. But, I mean, when we shot it, I tried acting more like a crazy guy. (laughs) I added a sweet-and-salty feel by laughing my head off then pulling a straight face right at the end while I make a beckoning motion with my hand, and people really seemed to like that a lot better, so I made some adjustments. I’m trying different things like that to come up with a decent final version. And the vocals were harder than I imagined. The part that goes “saenggak-eun” in the intro aren’t low enough to sing easily and aren’t high enough to use my chest, so it’s a really ambiguous pitch for me. The pronunciation of “saeng” and “gak” is vague, so when you sing them together, it feels like they get caught in your throat. That was a bit challenging, and “gimme gimme more” is just three words long but I had to make my voice lower and rougher than I expected so I could sound sexy, and I had to make the ending sound like it’s spreading out. I had to think carefully about how to bring out the emotions in detail.

What were you trying to express through the lyrics you wrote for “Happy Fools” (feat. Coi Leray)?

BEOMGYU: I wrote the part in the first and second pre-chorus that goes, “I’m like a butterfly / A honeybee who’s always working.” I’ve been that kind of butterfly before, too. (laughs) There was a difficult period after I debuted where every day felt the same—like running on a hamster wheel. That’s the feeling I was writing about—the feeling of going to work every day and the Sun already being down whenever I got off and the feeling of wanting to see the sunset. Ants and bees work nonstop, so I thought about how many things they might be missing in life, not knowing how beautiful the sunset is or how nice and cool the breeze was.

Your idea of happiness changes every year. What does happiness mean to you at the moment?

BEOMGYU: That’s hard for me again lately, actually. I used to try and look for happiness around me in easy ways, but lately, rather than chasing some vague idea of happiness, I’ve felt it’s important to deal with the situations immediately facing me and do so wisely. It’s possible for negative emotions to creep in when you’re busy like this and there’s less time to sleep and there’s limits on how you can deal with the stress. I always end up regretting it later on if I let those emotions take over me. But if you get a grip on those passing emotions and overcome them, time keeps passing anyway, and you don’t have to pay any mind to unnecessary things as a result. I feel more relaxed lately after practicing that.

It sounds like you’re learning to control yourself rather than being pushed and pulled by what’s around you.

BEOMGYU: Exactly. Haha. (laughs) So these days it feels like I’m spiritually enlightened. (laughs) I managed to let go of a lot of emotions, and rather than holding onto my immediate thoughts or concerns I’m living for one thing: wanting to do a good job on promoting this album with the other members—just being healthy and having a good time while doing what we want, without worrying about what other people think. That’s how I want to do things.

SOOBIN said recently that it must be fun to live the way you do.

BEOMGYU: I think I live a fun life thanks to the other members, though. I’m always having fun and feeling strong, even when I’m mentally and physically tired, thanks to them. I can rely on them so much that it makes me think I would’ve had a really hard time if I had been a solo artist rather than in a group. I feel like we’re really family now.

Given how often you share specific details of your life with your family when you were a kid in Daegu, it seems like your past memories play a big part in how you maintain your current level of happiness.

BEOMGYU: Music might be the only way to revive memories of the past, don’t you think? I can listen to some music that’s tied to a memory and, no matter how bad I’m feeling, that memory comes back to me and I feel happier for a bit. It’s weird, but when I listen to my cover of “Wonder” now, all my thoughts, worries and feelings from that time come back to me and it actually brings me comfort. It’s calm and sad songs rather than upbeat ones that make me feel like I’m being empathized with so I can slowly break out of feeling like I need to be comforted.

I guess your dad knew that and that’s why he made you a playlist called WHEN COOKEY SLEEP.

BEOMGYU: I share a streaming account with my dad and he makes playlists for me now and then. He continuously adds music to playlists that he’s categorized, like songs that are good for sleeping or that I have liked ever since I was little. He never said it directly, but it made me feel he’s always watching over me without having to say a word and he’s always been there for me.

Why do you so carefully choose to cover songs like “Wonder” and “you!” that reflect your tastes and sentiments?

BEOMGYU: The only thing that lets me fill up a whole song with my voice and express myself completely in video is a cover song, and that’s why I wanted to express myself in that way. I wanted to show people what kind of voice I have and I felt that genre would showcase my voice best. We make the songs on our albums as a group, so we have to sing in a way that harmonizes with the idea behind each song and with all the other members. My cover songs are a slight rebellion against that limitation. (laughs) With “Wonder” I wanted to show a side of me that was different from the bright me everyone knows, while “you!” was about expressing how thankful I am for certain people. I thought MOA would really like it if I could shoot “you!” in Japan, and I was lucky enough to be able to film it in Tokyo.

I feel like you’re someone who knows what he wants, what’s happening around him and understands himself really well.

BEOMGYU: I reflect a lot on myself—how I feel at a given moment, and even what I can do if I feel personally underwhelmed about something regarding an album we made. I think that’s possible because I continuously look back on those seemingly insignificant thoughts and feelings instead of overlooking them.

What made you think during the world tour that you’re “nothing without MOA”?

BEOMGYU: I couldn’t be a part of all the performances during the tour because I wasn’t feeling well. I really revealed my vulnerable side to MOA. But they cheered for me all the same when I got back on stage, they smiled with us when we sang happy songs, cried with us when we sang sad songs, and seeing that filled me with so much strength. I could feel that they were understanding of me no matter what was happening with me and that they love me. So partway through when I had to leave the stage I thought about how the people there had been waiting just for that day, and I decided I had to at least try to make it to the end of the performance even if I felt like I reached my limit and had to get off again, and went back on stage. Most importantly, I didn’t want to give up on myself and admit defeat.

You also said that only made you more certain why you do the work you do and made you love it that much more.

BEOMGYU: I was actually a little more accustomed to MOA not being there because of the pandemic stretching on and on so long. Spending that time together laughing and crying made me think I shouldn’t assign any particular meaning to the past three years when we couldn’t see MOA. I picked up a paper airplane at the last concert that said, “I was having a hard time and feeling sick but I’m better now thanks to you guys.” It was really, really comforting to me because it was the exact same thing I felt. That I’m no different from anybody else and can still be such a big source of strength to someone, and that I can get strength from this many people—I felt that’s the sense of meaning that exists between singers and fans. That’s when that idea really solidified for me: I have to put even more effort into my singing and dancing for these people.

#txt #tomorrow x together #230210 #weverse magazine #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #The Name Chapter: TEMPTATION #The Name Chapter

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

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Everything’s A Competition ~ KSJ [M] [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 5.8K

⤜PAIRING: Seokjin x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: Smut minors DNI, Academic rivals to lovers, mentions of cheating ex, established relationship, protected sex, protective Jin, angst, fluff, competing against one another, cute,

⤜MASTERLIST

The bell rang about ten minutes ago but you hadn't been dismissed yet, you were still waiting for your results from yesterday's test to be handed out and today's test to be collected in. Not that it mattered to you anyway, you hadn't even been able to write anything but your name on the papers before freaking out and staring out of the window for some kind of relief. This wasn't where you wanted or needed to be right now, you needed your bed and all of the gross breakup movies that you could find. The kind of movies that made you yell at the people on screen. Instead, you were waiting for your test to be over so you could go back to your dorm and pretend that the rest of the world no longer existed to you.

"Miss Yln," You looked up at the teacher and then down at your paper that was blank in front of you, it was obvious that Mrs Lee was concerned about you but you blew it off. You didn't need fake sympathy from her or anybody else in your life.

"Another blank one..." She could have at least tried to whisper but instead, everyone who was inside of your advanced mathematics turned to look at you after hearing those words. Including Jin who was staring at you with his mouth hanging open a little, he couldn't believe you'd handed in a blank paper. It wasn't like you at all.

Jin and yourself were at the top in all of your classes that you had together at college and you were constantly being put head to head in different bets that students had. All of them wanted to know who was going to get the top score on all of your tests, comparing your scores with one another and making you academic rivals for almost two years now. It was something the two of you embraced, it was something to keep you on the edge and give you a little more motivation to keep trying to beat him all of the time.

"It's surprising, I'll give you a retest when you're feeling like yourself again," Mrs Lee told you before walking away and going to collect all of the papers from everyone where. People began to murmur to one another as though you weren't in the room and you stared back out of the window.

It was tiring being stared at all of the time it wasn't a zoo and yet everyone pointed, whispered and stared at you all of the time ever since the news had dropped about you and your ex. Poor Yn, getting cheated on again and again by the jock that ruled over the college campus. It was exhausting having to deal with their staring all of the time and even more exhausting trying to keep up with Jin in class. You were through with competing and quite honestly, you were through with all of your classes. None of it felt good to you anymore, you used to love going to class and studying but everything was going piss up and you didn't want to do this anymore.

"I expect everyone to be here tomorrow, on your best behaviour." Your tutor said to everyone before dismissing you all to go back to your dorms and study. The class began to flood out and you packed up your backpack, sliding up the hood of your hoodie wanting to get out of the room without being spotted.

Tomorrow was a field trip that everyone within the college seemed to be going on it was mandatory though it was supposed to be something fun to make up for all of the tests everyone had been working hard on.

"Hey, Idiot." Jin's called out as you stepped out into the hallway. Your whole body tensed up as you heard him. You didn't want to get into this right now, not with him so you continued walking down the hall with your head hanging low.

"Leave me alone Jin." You mumbled a little too harshly but he frowned at you. It wasn't like you to be like this, usually, you'd come back at him with your own greeting so he knew there was something going on with you.

"Hey, I was only about to gloat, no need to be so rude." He forced out a laugh to let you know that he was only joking with you but you didn't even stop and speak to him you just walked away with him following behind you.

"Not in the mood." You were doing your best not to yell or draw any kind of unwanted attention to you both but you knew Jin wasn't going to drop this. Not until you either yelled or he found out what was going on with you.

"Jesus, what's crawled up your arse today?"

"Fuck off!" You snapped spinning around to face him. You'd yelled a little too loudly and were now beginning to gain attention from people in the halls who began whispering to one another. Great, just what you needed more rumo’s urs flying around. Jin stared at you as he assessed everything that was going on with you. Wearing sweats and a hoodie when he knew well that you took great pride in your appearance and would never show up to class late. Then there was everyone watching you all of the time, he'd be a fool not to notice that something was happening. He might have been your academic rival but he wasn't going to win because of some kind of technicality with you.

Sighing to himself his hand gently grasped your elbow and he began pulling you to the side of the hall so you wouldn't be in anybody's way.

"What's going on with you?" He asked as you stared back at him, there was no makeup on your face and you looked tired. More tired than when you did if you'd stayed up all night studying. Jin knew that because the two of you would constantly battle on study nights in the library, staying up far too late trying to best one another.

"Nothing. What do you want?" You breathed out, trying to remain calm as you looked at him. The last thing you wanted to do right now was to spill your broken heart out to Jin you both had better things to do than that.

"How did you do on yesterday's test?" He questioned with a giant smirk,

"Why?" You narrowed your eyes at him as he began to go through the bag that was around his shoulder, smiling brightly as he pulled out the papers for you to see,

"I got 98% baby! I'm beating you once again," 98%? He was beating you again, you'd done everything that you could last month to beat him on every test you'd taken. Seeing the score in front of you did nothing though, it didn't even make you want to try and beat him. If anything, it made you feel worse.

The fact that you were letting some idiot who broke your heart ruin your test scores and yet you couldn't seem to get out of the funk. It was killing you that you felt so unmoved by everything, so numb.

"Cool." You shrugged it off and smiled at him,

"What did you get?" Jin questioned, putting his away and jumping up and down on the spot, excited to see what your results were from everything. This was one of the many things that kept him motivated throughout your time at college, constantly getting to see if you were doing better than him.

"I failed." You told him plainly, shrugging your shoulders as you kept the paper clutched in your hand.

"Liar." Jin scoffed thinking that this was some kind of joke that you were playing on him. It wasn't like you at all to fail a test, Jin knew you too well to think you would fail something unless it was on purpose. Some new tactic to try and lore Jin into a faux sense of security?

"No. I failed." You held out the papers for him to see and his smile dropped from his face,

"You're a fucking liar, let me see." He snatched the papers from your hand and looked down at the papers, there was nothing written on them except for your name and a giant F written across the top. Followed by a note from Mrs Lee asking you to speak with her, he couldn't believe it. How could you fail advanced math when it was the one subject you always seemed to get 99% or 100% if you really committed yourself to it. Jin had never seen you have an F before in his whole time of knowing you.

"Holy shit, this is shit. You're failing?! You need a study buddy. I can do it, I mean, I can't keep going without you competing against me Yn! If...If you don't compete against me I'm going to turn into this big loser who just wanted to get the best scores for no reason other than a personal gain! My ego! It'll be too big to handle!"

"You need to grow up," You mumbled, snatching the papers back from him and scrunching them up into the bottom of your bag so you wouldn't have to look at them again.

"We're the top in class! We're supposed to be rivals! We're supposed to battle one another all of the time for the top spot in class," You began walking away from him again but he was hot on your trail, this conversation wasn't just going to be over like that.

"You can't just let me win. I'll start thinking I'm better than everyone else and it'll all be your fault you know?" He was trying to get you to laugh with him but every time he bought it all up you just wanted to get away from him.

"Whatever Jin, you're the best. Just drop it." You grumbled, stopping at your locker and throwing your bag inside before shutting it. Jin stared at you, there was clearly something bothering you so much you weren't even attempting to make a jab back at him. The two of you would usually have a playful back and forth with one another but all of that was gone.

"Yn it's all because of you because you can't pull yourself together and study for a little while! Don't be so pathetic and study."

"Jin." You warned him, looking back at him with darkened eyes. It wasn't because you were pathetic, you were heartbroken and didn't know what to do with yourself. Eric had been everything to you and now he was gone, he cheated on you and it made you feel as though the floor had been swiped out from right under you.

"I'm going to make you study for this resit. You're going to have to do better than my 98% in order for all to be right in the world again." He had a giant smile on his face and it was big enough that you had fluttered a little at the thought of him making you study. The idea of him going through so much effort for you,

"Jin." You whined a little.

"What?! I'm serious. I'm forcing you to study, but it's all for selfish reasons. Don't go thinking I like you or anything. You're not allowed to do anything but study with me from this point on. I'm not letting my future be ruined because you won't compete against me anymore," He warned as you shook your head at him, rubbing the bridge of your nose before letting out a loud sniffle and tears began to roll down your cheeks.

"Okay...Maybe the ruining my future comment was a little harsh...Is something going on?" He panicked. In the last two years Jin had only ever seen you cry twice, once was because of a spider on your desk and the second was because you got an award but they were nothing compared to this.

This cry was scary, you were silent and letting the tears roll down your face as though you didn't even notice that you were crying.

"Please, like you don't already fucking know." You snapped, Jin frowned he hadn't heard of anything happening but he'd been busy with hellfire club and studying to take notice of gossip. Had you and Eric gotten into another one of your dumb fights, again?

"Know what?" He leaned his shoulder against a locker as you stared back at him, letting out a dry and forced laugh.

"Maybe you're not the smartest then," You mumbled, using the sleeves of your hoodie to wipe the tears away from your cheeks as you sniffled a little. Jin stretched his hand out and rubbed your shoulder gently,

"What's going on with you Yn? I know we don't get along but you can talk to me..."

"Why?" You narrowed your eyes at him. It wasn't as though you two hated one another but you did have a rivalry together and you weren't exactly friends. Jin was just there all of the time, you would talk and hang out but you weren't friends...At least you didn't think you were.

"Because I can be nice." He smirked as you rolled your eyes at him playfully,

"Liar." You mumbled,

"Tell me what's wrong, this isn't like you." You stilled for a moment and swallowed the limp in your throat. This was going to be the first time telling anybody except for your mum, Eric had made sure to tell everyone else that he'd cheated on you.

"Eric cheated on me." The words hardly came out but Jin's smile dropped from his face as he heard what you said.

"What?" Even though he heard he wanted you to say it again. He needed to hear it so he didn't think that this was all inside of his head.

"He cheated on me...so we're not together anymore." That explained why everyone was staring at you this week and not to mention why you had failed your last couple of tests.

"Oh...and that's why you failed?" He quizzed looking at you as you laid your head on the cold metal of the locket, whining a little as you nodded your head.

"Yeah."

"Whoa...I mean...It's good that you're not with him anymore, he was an arsehole."

"Jin," You whined turning your head to look at him. Jin had never expressed how he felt about Eric in front of you, mostly because the most you and Jin talked about was about studying and never about personal matters. It was just the way the two of you rolled together,

"I'm serious. I'm glad you broke up with him, he's such a pretentious dick and he always liked the fuck around. You know what?" He finished with a question and looked at you,

"What?"

"He always thought we were together behind his back like I would ever go near you." He teased, gently jabbing your sides making a small hint of a smile play on your lips.

"Seriously though, are you okay?" He questioned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you let out a loud breath and relaxed a little. It was the first time someone had asked you that, the only time someone had admitted Eric was a dick. Since almost all of the football team had congratulated Eric on cheating on you most of the school followed their path.

"You're the first person to ask me that. Everyone else has just been staring at me and waiting for me to start crying. Or they just point and whisper about me as if I don't know what they're doing." You covered your hands with your face before letting out a long sigh.

"Have you?" Jin raised an eyebrow, you'd cried in front of him just then but he meant a really good and proper cry. Sometimes it helped a person move on when they did that.

"Have I what?"

"Started crying?" He quizzed and you nodded,

"Yeah, but I'm...I'm over that you know? I'm over the fact that he cheated. I just feel...used, like he was only with me for things I could give to him...Then when he realised I was busy he went to other people." You shook your head at yourself. When you first got to college you had a rule, no sex, no dating and no boyfriends and yet you had broken all three of those rules.

"He's a dick...I'll totally kill him if you want? I mean, you're too precious to be hurt by some guy with a tiny dick." Jin played off the compliment by quickly adding a jab at Eric,

"That sounded like a compliment Jin, be careful." You teased as he shook his head at you, nudging your side with his hip.

"You know what I mean. You're too sweet, kind and...fuck, I'll be damned if I let you ruin your academic grades over some jock who can't even tie his own shoelaces."

"Jin." You giggled a little, it was the first time in a week you'd let out a real smile and you couldn't believe it was because of Jin of all people. The boy you were constantly battling against, the same boy who had tried to convince you to join a dumb club he was in. The same guy that had always been there for you over the years and yet you were only just realising it now.

"Look at this," A voice cooed out and your smile dropped as you turned to see Eric watching you with a smirk on his lips, his arm thrown around a cheerleader as he looked at you and Jin together

"The two loveless losers together, fucking already? She's a good lay right Jin? Such a nice and tight pussy." Eric smirked as you stared down at the floor, people all tuning in to listen to what he was saying. The whispering started up again and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into your locker until Eric left you alone.

"Why don't you go run along and take your steroids, Eric?" Jin smirked while your head turned to look at Jin, your eyes widened with fear. Eric wasn't just going to let him get away with talking to him like that and everyone in the hallway knew it as they all let out small gasps.

"What the fuck did you say to me, freak?" Eric's arm dropped from the cheerleader and people were already beginning to chant "fight" at both of the men while recording. This isn't how you pictured the day going and you grabbed Jin's hand, trying to get him to drop this but Jin was completely numb to you being there now.

"You heard me. Run along and take your drugs so we don't have to deal with you and your tiny brain," Jin stepped closer to Eric, easily towering over him as Eric smirked up at Jin. Eric gave you a quick glance before staring back at Jin,

"You're so protective over her, what is it? Is it her pussy? I remember it was pretty good! Especially when she bled all over my cock for her first time!" Everyone laughed as you felt yourself wanting to sink into the floor and never appear again. Eric had been the only guy you'd ever slept with before and he knew that which was why he was using it as a weapon.

"There really is nothing like breaking in a virgin, but right now she's probably a worn-out whore-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as Jin launched himself at Eric, slamming his fists into his face as his vision was blurred with furry. No one in the world was allowed to talk about you that way especially not some lowlife jock with nothing better to do with his time.

"JIN!" You yelled out trying to grab him and stop him from causing any more of a scene but people were cheering them on and begging Eric to hit him back.

"Come on, I thought you were the big mean jock. Hit me," Jin urged as he dodged a hit from Eric and laughed as the jock began to stumble over his own feet.

"I thought you were supposed to be good at this shit," Jin smirked punching Eric in the side as he grunted out at the force of Jin's punch. He stood up straight and began to stumble toward Jin but he barely made it a few steps before Jin hauled him by his collar and punched him in the face again,

"JIN!" You screamed wanting this to end, but Jin didn't. He wanted Eric to pay for what he said and did to you, he wasn't going to let him get away with this shit.

"Fucking sick bastard!" Jin roared, hitting him again as the sound of crunching bone ripped through the air followed by a scream of pain from Eric. Eric clutched his nose and swung his free hand at Jin in a clumsy attempt to hit him back but Jin kneed him in the stomach and his fist connected with his jaw.

Blood flew onto the floor and Eric fell down onto his knees looking up at Jin with a glare, Jin stared back at him before looking at you.

"You okay?" Jin questioned as you nodded your head, a little shaken up to see someone fight for you the way that Jin did.

"Pussy whipped," Eric spat out before people began running out of the halls, you grabbed Jin by his arm and began pulling him to walk away.

"Come on, I'll clean you up but we need to not get caught," You whispered but it was too late. Mrs Lee was already staring at you with her arms folded across her chest, looking at the scene around her.

"Mr Kim! Miss Yln!" Mrs Lee yelled out as you stared up at Jin, hoping she was going to let this one slide since it was the first time either of you had ever gotten into an altercation.

"Nurses station now. Eric, go to your coach!" She spat out orders and you didn't wait around to be yelled at so you began dragging Jin in the direction of the nurse's station.

"Are you trying to get suspended?" You asked him angrily, pulling him down the halls as he stared at anything but you.

"He was being a cunt."

"Jin." You warned him,

"I'm serious," He mumbled as you pushed him into the nurse's room and locked the door behind you. You knew how to take care of a couple of cuts and scrapes, you could easily look after Jin and scold him for doing something dumb.

"Easy," Jin hissed as you applied a little alcohol to the cut on his knuckle, you shook your head at him. All of this could have been avoided if he had just ignored Eric, just as you do. Jin was sitting on top of the nurse's bed while you stood between his legs cleaning up his wounds,

"These aren't warrior wounds you know. This isn't that dumb game you play in your club. I don't need you to defend my honour, I'm not some princess in your board game." You mumbled, wiping the knuckle as he looked at you, a small smirk playing on his lips. It was cute that you paid attention to what he did outside of academics,

"So you do know what the club is." He teased as you rolled your eyes at him. It was hard to avoid when all he and his friends did was talk about it whenever they were in the library or in the canteen together.

"How can I not? I hear you guys talking about it all of the time." You threw the cotton pad into the bin and began applying another one, Jin bit down on his tongue before speaking.

"Eddie is very good at creating ideas for the game," He smiles at you and you looked back at him shaking your head,

"You didn't have to do this for me though..." You looked at his hands and back to his face, there wasn't a scratch on him since Eric hadn't been able to get a single hit in.

"I did,"

"To be honest...I didn't know you had it in you," You laughed a little as Jin stared at you. His eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes as you swallowed the lump in his throat,

"No?"

"I-It was kind of hot," You admitted shyly as Jin felt his cheeks beginning to flame.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah...Like...R-Really fucking hot," You breathed out as you looked at his lips. You'd never wanted to kiss someone more than you wanted to kiss him right now.

"I-I really want to kiss you," You whispered as he looked back at you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he bought you closer.

"I thought you'd never ask." Just like that, your lips connected. It was a soft kiss but the effects were the same as a full make-out session. Sparks flew all over your body and heat grew deep inside of your stomach and you whimpered. Your pulse was raising as you wrapped your arms around the back of Jin's neck, wanting to wrap your entire body around him and devour him until every piece of him was inside of you.

"J-Jin," You breathed out as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip seeking entry, he yanked you closer and deepened the kiss. His fist held your hoodie tightly as his tongue plundered your mouth. You pressed yourself against him and whined out, you could feel his thick erection pressed against you.

"S-Shit, Yn." He whispered as you began to run your hand down over him, shamelessly rubbing him as he let out a small whimper at your exploring hands. One hand rubbed him while the other inched beneath his shirt too impatient to wait for him to remove the top. Jin groaned before claiming your mouth again, kissing you deeply and with wanting and hunger. It was something you'd never experienced before and you were never going to get enough of it.

"Here?" He whispered when he felt you unbuckling his belt, pulling away slowly as you nodded at him. Your core throbbed and your nipples could cut through glass, you needed him. Right here. Right now.

"Please," You breathed out as you felt how hot your skin was getting while Jin whimpered and nodded at you in agreement.

"Fuck, come here," He begged as he jumped down from the bed, laying you down on his place before kissing you once again with so much lust he never wanted to stop. His cock was throbbing beneath his jeans, he wanted to bury himself deep inside of you as quickly as he could but a part of him wanted to savour this. He was so worried you would never want to do this again.

"Are you sure?" He whispered as you pushed down the sweats you were wearing and nodded at him. You were more than sure about this, you needed and wanted Jin.

"I need you, Jin," You told him before he kissed you again, both of you removing items of clothing until you were completely naked in front of one another.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered while his fingers slowly moved down your body until he reached your core, making you whimper and buck your hips up to meet his hand. Jin was so much hotter than you originally thought, he was ripped under his clothes and so much bigger than Eric it made your core clench at the thought of him being inside of you.

"Cute," Jin chuckled before slowly rubbing his fingers over your clit, a loud moan fell from your lips as he watched your chest slowly rise and fall with every breath you took.

"I have one condition to this," He whispered before moving his hand away from your pussy and slowly moving up to your face,

"You're mine." He whispered to you, kissing you softly as he slowly moved his hand down every inch of your skin,

"Your boobs are mine, your pussy is mine, your ass is mine." He smirks touching each body part he mentioned before rubbing your clit again, each movement of his fingers making you whimper louder than before.

"You belong to me now,"

"F-Fuck! Yes, Jin. I'm yours," You didn't need to be told twice, you just didn't want him to stop what he was doing with his fingers, and he slowly thrust two of them in to you as you cried out loudly. Clenching around his fingers as he smiled in approval as you continued to moan his name out.

"That's my girl," He breathed out as he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of you, using the heel of his hand to massage your clit.

"Not too loud, you don't want nurse Ratched to come and see what's going on do you?" He smirked evilly as he continued to move his fingers into you, our eyes met and you moaned out again. At a complete loss for words as he continued to fuck you with only his fingers,

"You're so hot," He moaned out as he continued to stretch you out with his fingers, kissing your neck as your mind began to get hazy. Your pleasure making you completely lost,

"J-Jin...I-It feels-"

"Did he never make you cum before?" The smirk on Jin's lips only grew wider as you nodded at him, Eric had never been able to make you finish before so you'd always had to fake it

"Cum for me. Let me hear you." Jin begged as he continued to fuck his fingers into you. Your thoughts were consumed by him and only him as you cried out at how good it felt. You clenched around him tightly as your pleasure built and your legs began to shake.

"S-Shit!" You screamed out before your orgasm tipped you over, your nails digging into the paper lining of the bed and ripping it as you came around his fingers.

"Fuck." Jin breathed out as he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean, your eyes staying on him the entire time as you slowly reached your hand out to pump him.

"Y-Yn, we cant." He whispered as you frowned,

"I don't have a condom." He admitted shyly before you bit your lip and looked around the small room.

"T-There'll be one here." You told him before he began looking through all of the drawers finally finding a box full and smirking at you,

"You're in for a long time, baby." He chuckled as he came back over to you, quickly putting the condom on and joining you on the bed as you smirked at him.

"Please, I bet you cum as soon as you enter me," You said playfully as he looked down at you and smirked while he ran his cock through your drenched folds.

"Shall we see who cum's fist?" He quizzed making you giggle a little,

"Is everything a competition with you?

"Only with you." He smirked before slowly pushing into you and whimpering as he held himself still inside of you. Your eyes were screwed shut as you tried to get used to the size of him. You could feel every inch of him stretching you out and tightly around him.

"Oh shit," You moaned out as opened your eyes slowly and looked at him, he blushed as he leaned down to kiss you. You felt like heaven to him, as though he'd finally been in a place he was supposed to be all of this time.

"Y-You can move," You whispered, it must have sounded pathetic but you didn't care. Jin slowly began to move, thrusting softly in and out of you causing you to whimper after every thrust.

"Jin," You moaned out wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and bringing him into a deep kiss.

"Feel so fucking good," He moaned out as he began to thrust in and out of you a little faster now, no longer being able to hold himself back from you. You were happy to die right here and now, to die in his arms in complete ecstasy that he was giving to you.

"Holy fuck!" Your back arched away from the bed and he smirked down at you. His cock moving in and out of you making you feel unlike anything you'd ever experienced before,

"Please Jin," You whispered not wanting to play a stupid competition between you both right now. All you wanted was to cum around him, have him claim you as his own, he bit down on his lip as his hips moved eagerly inside of you.

"Please...Please! Fuck!" You begged over and over again as he continued to fuck into you, your words encouraging his movements deeper inside of you as you moved out louder. Both of you completely forgot where you were and that others could hear you, you cried out from the intensity of everything.

"J-Jin." You whimpered as you looked at him, bucking your hips up to meet him as he continued to thrust deeply into you, kissing you lovingly as you squeezed around him. Your whole body was on fire as you cried out louder and louder,

"C-Close," You told him, sweat dripping down your forehead as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. That was all it took. Your orgasm hit you and it was shattering. It had you crying out loudly leaving you breathless and shaking as your felt your arousal dripping down your legs. Jin cried out as he spilt into the condom and slowly pulled out of you, looking down at you with a smirk.

"So I think we can agree I won right?" He chuckled as you rolled your eyes at him, softly biting his arm as he shook his head at you.

"You okay?"

"Y-Yeah, just...need a minute," You giggled a little before he slowly got off the bed and began to give you your clothes back. Sliding you his "hellfire club" jacket with a proud smile,

"The princess has to wear the jacket, to symbolize our relationship," Jin said in a posh accent before you slid it on over your hoodie and looked at him.

"You're lucky I like you, dork," You teased before kissing him deeply once again.

The next day on the trip Jin and you showed up together, you were wearing his jacket and your hands were linked with one another. Showing everyone how happy you were together.

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