#friend gave me a new brush to try out and this is the experiment I used it for

[grimae]

red

[lordprettyflackotara]

Mr.Right || Colby Brock

smut, 18+, minors dni | a/n: it’s about time i wrote about my bby colby. ps i got a new xplr hoodie today at zumiez, i’m so fuckin happy. enjoy lovely’s <3

You couldn’t do it anymore.

Ideally you had the perfect life. Perfect house, neighbors, job. You had more money than you knew what to do with, causing you to lose your passion to make a life for yourself.

You even had the perfect husband, Mr.Right. He was always attentive to you, worshipping the ground you walked on. You stared down at your wedding ring, the obnoxiously large diamond shining in the dim bar lighting.

You told your husband you were going out with your friends, but truth was you needed to get away from all of it. All of the glamour and flattery. This lifestyle was all you were supposed to want, the reoccurring thought haunting you.

Why didn’t it satisfy you?

“Come here often?”

Your gaze lifted from your glass, curiously landing on the man beside you. You were almost unsure of how he got into this bar, his leather jacket throwing off your response. Your eyes finally met his, his blue orbs practically absorbing you.

You cleared your throat, stirring your drink in a bored manner. “Thats a corny line you know,” You say dryly, looking away from the man. He pulled up a chair beside you, making himself comfortable.

“My name is Colby. Let me buy you a drink,”

You lifted up your hand, showing off your wedding ring.

“I’m married, sorry,”

Colby examined your wedding ring, the real authentic jewel not impressing him.

“Where is he?” Colby asked. You arched your eyebrows, finally looking at him again. “Where’s who?” You questioned. Colby smirked, gesturing to your wedding ring. “Mr.Right. I’d love to meet him,” Colby chuckled. You could feel heat rush to your cheeks, your eyes widening slightly. Colby called over the bartender, ordering two shots of one of the most expensive tequilas on the menu.

“You don’t have to say anything. I see. Mr.Right isn’t so right after all,” Colby said, purposefully waiting until the bartender was out of earshot. You narrowed your eyes, glaring at the cocky man in the leather jacket. “You don’t even know me,” You argued. The bartender gave you both a small smile, placing the shots in front of you.

“Put everything she’s had on my tab,”

You rolled your eyes. “What exactly are you playing at? How did you even get in here?” You spat. Colby shrugged, downing his shot with ease. He sat the shot glass back down on the counter, challenging your hardened gaze. You picked up your shot, downing the firey liquid as best as you could. Even after drinking the best of the best, alcohol never came easy to you.

“It’s the way he fucks you, isn’t it?”

You forced yourself to swallow the shot, coughing. You swallowed hard, trying to regain composure.

It wasn’t what Colby said that bothered you, it was the fact he was right. Your husband was vanilla, afraid of experimenting in the bedroom in any capacity. Your marriage was strictly monogamous, your needs never fully being fulfilled. You had cravings and desires he refused to meet, insisting they were foolish fantasies he ‘knew’ would fade over time.

It was the only aspect he lacked in your relationship and you just couldn’t get over it.

“You don’t have to answer me, I can tell by the look on your face you haven’t gotten good dick in a long time,” Colby smirked. You stared at him in disbelief, unable to form a proper response. This delinquent had somehow read you like a book, your eyes trailing down to his hands. Rings decorated his long, slender fingers, while his veins were prominent against his tan skin.

“So, what’s your point? You’re offering to fuck me? I’m not going to pay for sex,” You reply flatly. Colby leaned forward, his mouth next to your ear. You shuddered as his hot breath hit your skin, his fingers brushing some stray hairs behind your ear. “I don’t want your money. All I want is to hear you scream my name and beg for me. I have a place nearby,” Colby purred. Your thighs clenched, butterflies rummaging through your stomach. As if on que, Colby’s offer continued,

“You seem so eager, maybe we shouldn’t wait,”

You swallowed hard, his words alone causing your cheeks to flush red.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” You quietly agreed, thoughts of all the things he could do to you running through your mind. Colby smirked as he leaned away from you, tossing random bills onto the counter. He grabbed your hand, helping you off of the barstool and guiding you down one of many hallways that existed in this bar. You were surprised that for a bar so exclusive, Colby seemed to know exactly where he was going.

He pushed open the men’s bathroom door, revealing several rows of sinks and stalls. “In here? You can’t be serious. This is absolutely ridiculous-” You argued. Colby shut the door behind you, locking it with ease. In a swift motion he pushed you against the door, his arms pinning you against the cool metal. “No one’s going to interrupt us, trust me. If you want to cum I highly suggest you get on your fucking knees,” Colby said. His eyes studied yours intently, ensuring every move he made was something you could handle.

You slid down to your knees, cringing as your knees hit the cool marble floor. “Stick out your tongue,” Colby ordered, undoing his belt. You could hear the metal clinking as you maintained eye contact with him, doing as you were told. Your thoughts wondered off to what else he could do with that belt, the idea making you rub your thighs together. You flattened your tongue, Colby instinctively licking his lips as he took out his cock. “I assume you’ve had no throat training?” Colby asked curiously. You shook your head no, causing him to give you a playful smile.

“We’ll fix that later, now suck me off whore,”

You took Colby into your mouth, his size preventing him from fully fitting. You bobbed your head on his cock, using one of your hands to help jerk off the length you couldn’t fit. “Nuh uh, no hands. Put em behind your back,” Colby huffed. You slowly put your hands behind your back as instructed, continuing to suck him off as best as you could. The size of his cock was beginning to make your jaw hurt, his tip just almost hitting the back of your throat. Colby admired your efforts, his cock in your mouth one of the hottest things he had ever seen. But he knew you needed guidance.

He reached down, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Relax your jaw for me,” He muttered. You forced your jaw to go slack, Colby’s hips now bucking into you. You gagged as his cock hit the back of your throat, Colby’s groans echoing off of the bathroom walls. You felt so filthy, on your knees in a public bathroom, letting a delinquent use your throat as he pleased. But you fucking loved it.

You felt tears flooding your waterline, the salty teardrops dripping down your cheeks as Colby continued using your mouth. “Fuck, you’re fucking hot,” Colby praised, removing his cock out of your mouth. You gasped for air, saliva beginning to drip down your chin. “Cmere baby,” Colby ordered. You grabbed his hand, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your makeup was ruined, your mascara trailing down your cheeks. Colby didn’t seem phased it, if anything he looked as if he thought you were prettier than before.

“Hi pretty girl, turn around for me,” Colby purred. He used his thumb to wipe away your tears, his other hand helping you turn around. Colby lifted up your dress with ease as you leaned against the bathroom counter on your shoulders. “I want you to watch yourself as I make you cum on my fingers. If you look away i’ll stop. Understand?” Colby asked sharply. He caressed your ass, tracing the sensitive flesh with his fingertips.

“I understand,” You whimpered, cool air rushing between your thighs as Colby slid your panties down. Your face was pink, your mouth forming into the shape of an O as Colby slid the first finger inside of you. He curled it, causing you let out a desperate groan. Your body craved more, your walls squeezing him, searching for friction. “You’re doing so good for me, good girl,” Colby praised, sliding another finger inside of you.

He curled his fingers upwards, causing you to grip the sink as you moaned his name. “I see, you like that huh?” Colby asked mockingly, before picking up the pace. Your husband had truly neglected you sexually, Colby had figured out that much. The way you looked as if you were in a state of bliss just from his fingers alone made him wonder how you’d react when he fucked you senseless. 

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, the pleasure almost overwhelming. Colby’s fingers were fast and ruthless. He never seemed to tire, your legs beginning to shake as he added in a third finger. “It’s okay, look at me,” Colby told you, slowing down his pace. You looked up at him in the mirror, his ocean eyes absorbing every little detail about your facial expression. He was slowly curling his fingers inside of you, your walls clenching around him. “Does it hurt? We can stop-” Colby began, concern dashing across his face. His fingers had come to an abrupt halt, no longer hitting your g spot but instead staying still.

Your plea cut him off, your desperation to cum overshadowing any ounce of dignity.

“Please don’t stop, please, feels so fucking good,” You whined, pushing your hips against his hand. You weren’t used to begging, never having to ask for anything to be done for you. But fuck, you loved begging him like this. Colby smirked at your reaction, his fingers curling inside of your dripping cunt. His other hand flew to your hair, yanking it towards him.

You arched your back as he held onto your hair, pain shooting down your scalp and spine as he continued to abuse your g spot with his fingers. “You look so filthy like this. You’re such a dirty slut for me,” Colby muttered into your ear, his name leaving your lips like a mantra. You gripped onto the sink for support, babbling incoherent curses.

“What are you? Say it or i’ll stop,” Colby threatened, watching your expression in the mirror. You were determined to listen, what little consciousness you had telling you to focus on yourself in the mirror.

“I’m a dirty slut,” You moaned pathetically, the knot in your stomach forming as you spewed the humiliating words.

Colby smirked, sensing your walls clenching around him. You were practically begging for his cock.

He yanked your hair again, causing you to whimper.

“Whose dirty slut are you?” Colby countered, relishing in seeing you humiliate yourself.

“I’m your dirty slut, i’m gonna cum, please-” You babbled, unsure what you were even begging for.

Colby held you steady as you came, an unfamiliar euphoria blinding your senses. You gripped onto the counter so hard your knuckles were turning white, your thighs trembling as your juices coated Colby’s fingers. He admired them in front of you, releasing your hair and sucking them clean.

“You taste so sweet, next time i’ll have you cum on my face,” Colby purred. You chuckled as he turned you around, his lips meeting yours. His kisses were rougher than your husband’s, his lips never able to fully keep up with your desperate ones. Colby liked it rough and he knew without a shadow of doubt, you did too.

You could taste mint and the faintest taste of your juices on his tongue as he pressed you against the bathroom sink. Colby pulled away briefly, his eyes meeting yours.

“You want this cock baby?”

“Yeah-”

Knock knock knock.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, clinging onto Colby as the bathroom door shook.

“This is a public bathroom! Get a room!”

You were stunned and silent, afraid the intruder would knew who you were once you left. Colby was quick on his feet, wiping away your ruined makeup and helping you pull your panties up. You were far from presentable, your hair messy, lips puffy, and cunt drenching your panties. Colby pulled your dress down, leaning close to your ear.

“When I unlock the door, leave, i’ll make sure the guy out there never saw you,” Colby whispered. The intruder continued pounding on the bathroom door, causing Colby to sigh. He redressed himself, running his fingers through his ruffled brunette hair.

“Hotel six on main street, meet me there Friday at seven. I’ll be in room 717,” Colby said, heading over towards the door. You nodded as confidently as you could, exiting the bathroom and brushing past the stranger. You could feel curious eyes burning holes into your back, guilt flooding you as you walked down the hallway.

Your mind swirled with thoughts as you called your personal driver to pick you up, exiting the bar as quickly as you could as to not be affiliated with Colby. As you stood outside and lit a cigarette all you could think was one thing: You needed to be at hotel six on Friday, no matter what.

[koishiro]

# - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : after meeting megumi’s dad, you’ll experience a night at the lake you’ll never forget

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dilf!toji x non-virgin!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : short smut with the tiniest plot ever

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : cumming inside (readers on bc), oral (male receiving), cheating (toji’s married)

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : this is in a different universe where toji isn’t a complete dick to megumi and is a responsible parent (shocking I know) but still doesn’t completely get along with megs

Part 1 | 2 | 3

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He was the first guy to ever get his cock to that place in the back of my mouth where it can slip into my throat.

It was an exhilarating discovery, learning there's a whole new thing out there to try and do. I was surprised no one had tried this with me before, from what I can gather after the fact it seems very popular with men, but they're too intimidated to try it in real life, or at least initiate it.

My friend, Nobara, had a lake house (which was really open to anyone, giving access to fishermen and, like us, a spot for hookups) about an hour away from our school. We'd go there a few times through the years with our group of friends which usually revolved around myself, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and whatever guys we were dating/crushing on at that time and spend the weekend playing drinking games and daring each other to go skinny dipping. It was every students dream.

I'd met Megumi’s dad a few times since I'd known him. I met him the same day I met ‘Gumi, walking past his dorm I saw his dad lugging heavy furniture into his dorm, sweaty and attractive — in a rugged, masculine way. I had found out later that his name was Toji.

"Has anyone ever told you your dad is really hot?" I asked Megumi when we were both sat crossed-legged on his bed that night, figuring a little salacious question asking would bond us, "Ha ha, are you one of those girls? I don't get the whole "hot dad" thing. They're just old.”

Figuring I had hit a sore spot, It was the last conversation we had about him, but it definitely wasn't the last time I thought about him. I always made sure to dress my best when I knew he was stopping by. Little dresses only a freshman would wear, low cut tank tops and once — when I was especially bored — a sheer white t-shirt with no bra underneath because, "whoops" I had just rolled out of bed.

It was a fun game to play but I didn't think he ever noticed, or at least he never really acknowledged me until one of those debaucherous weekends when ‘Gumi and his dad got their messages crossed and we all ended up at the lake house together. At first it was uncomfortable when we arrived and saw the trucks, Toji was there accompanied by some other men. They had planned a weekend for drinking. But, Toji gave us a wink and told us to stay on the lower level and he'd stay out of our way. Everyone felt relieved and told ‘Gumi how lucky he was to have a "cool" dad. But I felt something else when Toji winked at us.

That night, after many, many drinks I found myself wandering out to the dock. Everyone else had passed out, but I was wide awake. I saw Toji approaching me from the windy path down the hill from the cabin, two bottled beers in one hand. He handed one to me wordlessly, searching my eyes for something — the reason I was awake and alone maybe.

We stood there silently until he stepped forward and brushed my hair off my face, "You're a beautiful girl, (name), don't think that goes unnoticed" I blushed, could he tell I was harboring a crush on him? Did he notice the way I jerked slightly at his touch, nervous about my body's powerful response to it?

"Thanks Toji," I said, taking a swig of my beer and looking at the moonlight reflecting over the waves. When I dared to make eye contact with him again I realized he hadn't moved, he was still watching me intently. Did this mean — before I could finish my thought, he was on me, one hand placed very firmly on my lower back the other in my hair as he kissed me. His tongue was in my mouth before I knew what was happening, tracing mine. I had the urge to wrap my legs around him, but there was nowhere to balance on this dock.

"Come up to my bedroom" It was a request, but it was also a statement, he was sure of my answer.

I giggled when we crossed the threshold and closed the door behind us. It wasn't just that when he grinned and you could see the wrinkles around his eyes, it wasn't just the physical attraction. It was his demeanor, it was that he was a real live man, not a flimsy college boy. This was going to be a different kind of hook-up.

"You're married," I reminded him, not particularly pleased about remembering this detail myself.

"I can keep a secret," he said, closing his mouth on mine again, and backing us to the bed.

He removed all my clothing fairly quickly and laid on top of me, fully clothed. The rough textures rubbing against my bare skin felt incredible. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he rasped out. "I've waited for a very long time”

I wanted to prove that I was worth it, all this risk. So I reached up and felt him through his pants, staring longingly into his eyes. He pulled his shirt over his head as I unbuckled, unzipped, and released a very healthy looking cock.

I slid off the bed and onto the floor to get a better angle and he stood over me, gathering my hair behind my head as I started blowing him. I looked up at him and was rewarded with a face that was most definitely in ecstasy as I took him in my mouth.

He held my head down on his cock while I took him in deeply. This was a move widely hated by every woman I knew, but it was usually performed by dumb frat-type boys. But Toji was no boy, he knew what he was doing, he was looking out for me and making the experience short — just long enough to add a bit of excitement. When he pulled out of me he gave me his all too cocky grin and leaned down to kiss me, “I knew you'd be good at this”

He pulled me up and walked me over to a dresser placed underneath a large window. I could still see the moonlight on the lake as he bent me over it. Was it really just a few moments ago we were nearly strangers on that dock together? I was brought back to reality by Toji spreading my legs further apart and pushing my upper back down until my bare breasts were pressed against its cool surface and I felt him enter me.

"Oh my god..." I couldn’t help but moan as he thrusted into me. He shushed me by placing his hand over my mouth for a moment as he picked up speed. My moan was apparently too loud but he was willing to risk the loud sound it made as he slapped my ass over and over, groaning and filling me with his cock. I couldn't believe how turned on this was making me. I was no virgin but I'd never experienced sex like this — it wasn't awkward or embarrassing or rushed. I was very aware that I was getting fucked by a Man, not "fooling around" with a boy.

"Are you on birth control?" He asked and when I answered yes he cooed, "good girl, my good girl" The sound of that phrase coming out of his mouth sent me over the edge and I felt myself spasming around his cock as I released myself into my orgasm, even enjoying the sensation of a bit of extra liquid rolling down my thigh.

He was still thrusting into me rhythmically, alternating between kneading my breasts and grabbing — and slapping — my ass. I hadn't had sex last this long before and I loved being able to savor the feeling. "I'm getting close," he groaned and I tensed my body up, holding my place more firmly so that he could get deeper inside me as he unloaded his semen into me.

"You're so good at this, but I can tell you're just a beginner," He began as we laid on his bed to rest. I laughed, it was true. I had this fantasy about being a girl who gave amazing head and being really good at all the sex stuff, like some kind of femme fatale men couldn't resist. "I can sense you want to learn though” I nodded in agreement. I could play out this crush and learn what would drive my next actual boyfriend wild — who wouldn't want to kill those two birds with one stone?

And so, I began a year-long affair with Toji. We'd sneak away for a weekend when I said I was visiting my parents and meet at the lake house for lessons — how to stimulate differently for a long or a slow blow job, which positions let him get in the deepest while still providing some kind of external stimulation for me, how to prepare for and receive anal, how to lie with my head falling off the edge of the bed and allow him to push his cock into my throat (without choking). Occasionally I just gave him head while he drove me around, careful not to drive anywhere too well-lit or populated.

Now, how was I to tell Megumi?

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Part 1 | 2 | 3

[bunnystalker]

father's friend (18+)

you are just what he doesn't need.

cw; afab reader, reader in a skirt, dad's friend wesker, major age gap (14-17 years), fingering, degradation, implied multiple orgasms, reader is a little naive and wesker eats that up, predatory almost???, inappropriate use of mirrors, daddy kink if you squint (get a microscope)

terms of endearment; dear (reader receives)

a/n; i don't know how this became what it did bc this was supposed to be fluff. if you'd like the fluff version, i'm more than happy to provide that, just let me know!

when albert wesker pictured his life, he saw greatness. he'd dreamt of sanitizing the world with uroboros, his pet project of years would finally come to fruition. the world would be the perfect place, full of the superior and cleansed of the lesser. his dreams realized.

what he didn't anticipate, however, was you.

you, who came into his life when he was 38 years old, fresh off the high of the mansion incident. mostly human, partially not. he'd changed his clothes- only black attire from that point forward- and kept a low profile because he should be dead, but he's not. with no body to find, they gave up on the search only months later. he'd slid under the radar with a new identity and relocated across the country to some small town on the east coast.

at the time, you were in your early twenties. maybe 24, 21 at the youngest. you were youthful and so sweet, painfully naive and lacking experience of life's true cruelties. without scars that held stories to be told, or nightmares that took hold of you in the night.

unmarked. untainted. flawless. you.

and you hadn't meant to draw his attention. you, the child of his best friend. oh, you were tempting. how whenever he was over, you'd greet him with a little "hi mr. wesker" despite him telling you over and over to call him albert.

he hung around your father because he was an operative of umbrella as well, and albert needed connections. you were quick to teach about certain things, your doe eyes drawn to him whenever he merely breathed. like you were waiting for something.

naturally, you'd maintained a healthy distance for a long time. the routine you two had whenever he'd stop by- almost daily- the greeting, the glances, the lingering, subtle touches on each other's arms, shoulders, backs, wherever you had access to that wouldn't draw immediate attention.

your father never noticed. not as he fell asleep on the couch one night. not when albert ensured the roofie he'd given your father had settled, then snuck up into your room after.

not now, as he has you on his lap, your legs spread wide, your skirt lifted up so he can rub your clit. he forces you to watch in the mirror, your back pressed against his chest, as he pushes your panties aside and sinks two long fingers inside of you. forces you to watch, his other hand gripping your jaw to keep your head still.

"you're a whore," he murmurs in your ear, "such a filthy fucking whore. you think you can tease me and get away with it, hm?"

"n-no, i'm sorry." you whimper, his fingers curling inside your weeping entrance. you're making a mess of yourself and his hand.

"mm, i don't think you are, dear. you're so wet, i bet you've been thinking about this for a while now, right? imagining daddy's friend splitting you open, ruining your perfect cunt." you should be embarrassed that he's got you down to a science, but his words make you squeeze around his fingers. you nod, much to his satisfaction, and he chuckles quietly. it reverberates in his chest and you relish the way it feels, wondering if you'll ever get to be more than just his secret.

"you're never going to get this from anyone else, you know that, don't you? nobody else will ever make you feel the way i feel." you're dumb from just his fingers, but you can't help that they're just what you wanted. the pads of his index and middle finger brush the spongy spot on your walls, making you cry out and writhe in his arms. your thighs try to squeeze shut but he lets go of your face to force them back open.

"t-too much-"

"shut up and take it. this is what you wanted, so why the hell are you complaining you ungrateful brat?" he hisses, focusing on that spot. with the way the heel of his hand is palming your clit, his fingers buried so deep inside you, you're cumming within moments. you're loud even if you don't mean to be, especially as he continues finger-fucking you after your orgasm.

"please- no more, i-i can't-" you whine, trying your hardest to move away from him, but he's got you tight in his grasp.

"you can, and you will. you don't have a choice. you'll cum as much as i want you to." he kisses your temple, the first sign of mercy he's shown you all night, and then slips a third finger in. you're weak to him, the same way he's weak to you.

[melancholy-of-nadia]

love u lately (m) #1 | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately​ chapter title: #1 - lavender haze​ pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: In the midst of your college journey, life takes an unexpected turn when you find yourself moving into a "pseudo frat" house with your childhood best friends Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin. The college experience you envisioned seems promising, but as Namjoon and Jimin get caught up in flings, their focus shifts away from you, Yoongi, and everyone else in the house. The strong bond you once shared starts to feel strained, leaving you to question your feelings and changing dynamics. Though, the haze of a single night at a party sets off a chain reaction of emotions that leaves you grappling with a question you never thought you'd ask—could you be in love with all three of them? warnings: pwp, swearing, making out, subtle body worship, penetration, cunnilingus, CONSENSUAL!! sex, nipple play, breast play, overstimulation, mutual orgasm, touch of aftercare, frustration bc guys are dumb sometimes note: thank u to @daegudrama (as always) for beta reading and editing my fics. much appreiciated. this is the first fic series i have written in 10 years (i used to be in the anime/pokemon fandoms lol) so i apologized if it isn't that great, but i will keep improving! note 2: this is also for the yoonminjoon stans !! such an underrated subunit! total word count: 8.3k drop date: august 29th, 2023, 1:00pm pst cross posted on AO3 here | Series Masterlist | #2 →

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October 4 (Thursday)

The morning sun streams through the blinds, gently coaxing you awake. You catch the aroma of sizzling bacon wafting from the kitchen as you continue to fight the urge to sleep in longer.

With a quick stride, you open your door to find your close friends, Yoongi and Jimin, seated at the dining table, enjoying breakfast. Their subtle waves are met with your ecstatic waving. You glance at Namjoon standing near the stove wearing a tank top and basketball shorts. He tends to the bacon in the pan as it sizzles and pops. 

"Joon, could you set aside two pieces for me?" you call out, causing him to jolt as he hadn't noticed your presence in the room due to him being in zen focus trying not to burn everyone’s breakfast.

He sighs, shoulders slumping. "You better hurry and brush your teeth, or I might let Jungkook have the rest once he's out of the shower in a few minutes."

Nodding, you hurry to the second bathroom in your home to prepare for the day, aiming to grab some fresh homemade breakfast before your noon class.

This spacious house has been your shared sanctuary with your childhood best friends – Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Park Jimin – since the start of your second year of college in September. Last year, some older guy friends from your hometown who went to the same college as you lived at the house originally. Then over the summer, your best friends moved in with them to take summer courses and on-campus internships. You got added to the mix when you were desperately trying to find housing as the university waitlisted you in favor of the 29,000 new freshmen they admitted to the campus who they prioritized housing for. After looking at expensive off-campus apartments and sketchy leases, the boys couldn’t bear seeing you struggle and potentially homeless, so they let you live with them in their 4 bedroom home. Your housemate Seokjin gave up his single room, with a bit of hesitation, so you could live comfortably. The rest of the boys share rooms with each other. 

With eight people living together, the house unofficially earns the nickname "Beta Tau Sigma," or the “pseudo frat”, as some people around campus called it. While not officially recognized as a fraternity due to various complicated reasons, the BTS house still became known for its "poppin’ house parties” hosted by your lovely housemate Jung Hoseok last year. 

Your friendship with Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin goes back to a little over a decade ago. Namjoon became your next door neighbor as a kid, eventually he introduced you to Yoongi who was a family friend of his, and finally, you all befriended Jimin when he transferred to your middle school. You all remained close during high school. Namjoon and Yoongi, being a year older than you and Jimin, graduated and went to college. Eventually you and Jimin graduated, and the two of you got into the same college a few hours away from your hometown as them and attended together. 

However, moving in with a bunch of men was something you prefer that people didn’t know about you. You wanted to avoid any rumors being created, especially considering the guys living with you are popular among the girls at your campus. If there is something that you don’t miss from high school, it is the petty drama and baseless rumors people make to tear others down. For now, people assume you are living in the dorms with your only female friend: Hwasa. You always think that it’s for the best things are this way. You decide not to think too much beyond that, despite the probability that a few people are catching on to the fact that you probably do live with these guys platonically.

After washing up, you enter the kitchen again, taking a seat next to Yoongi who is engrossed in his Twitter feed. He finally acknowledges your presence.

"Took you long enough, huh? Don't you have Stats at 10?" He quips.

You scrunch your eyebrows at him. “Good morning to you too, Yoongs?” You retort playfully. “No stats today. It’s Thursday so I have Finance at noon!"” You exclaim loudly to the room. 

Groans resonate through the kitchen. Yoongi's teasing backfires, much to his chagrin. Taehyung descends from upstairs, puzzled by the commotion in the room.

“What’s wrong with her finance class?” He asks innocently. 

"There’s nothing wrong with the class, but it's the classmate in that class!" Namjoon sighs, leaning on the counter after placing your bacon and avocado toast plate on the table.

"Lim Jaebeom," Jimin snickers, promptly earning a discreet kick from you under the table. "Ow! Hey! No need to resort to violence! Hey! I’m only speaking facts!” He winces as he holds his knee up and rubs the pain away.

Lim Jaebeom, also known by everyone as JB, is the cute guy you met in your Macroeconomics class last year. He is popular as a member of a real fraternity, Gamma Omega Tau and the professional frat, Kappa Psi Pi (or JYP, as some called it?). Part of both fraternities, he radiates talent as a business major and an underground SoundCloud artist on the side. While your interactions remain class-related, he greets you often outside of class even after the course finished, much to your best friends’ annoyance.

Over spring semester of last year and the initial weeks of the current fall semester, you’ve developed a small crush on Jaebeom. Though when it comes to your love life, it’s been a few years since you’ve had some kind of thing going on. There’s only been two people so far: Wonwoo, captain of the Men’s varsity volleyball team who you slept with once when you boldly asked him if he would take your v-card. You and your best friends were going through an experimental era during your junior year of high school. They teased you a lot about being “innocent” but were left speechless when you told them what you’ve done. They said that was the end of the experimental era. Later on you also found out he’s your housemate Jungkook’s cousin. 

The second guy is Yeonjun. You don’t like to talk about him much, but he was in the same year and you guys talked often (much to Namjoon’s dismay). He was your fake date at your housemate Seokjin's brother's wedding the summer after you graduated high school. One thing led to another and you were sneaky links for a while. It didn’t end well though.

"She's got eyes for JB, but is too scared to make a move," Jimin teases, earning him another kick under the table to which he dodges.

"In case you forgot, it took you a month to see Irene Bae wanted you so badly," Taehyung rolls his eyes while a hint of a smile tugs your lips as you struggle to suppress your laughter seeing him call out Jimin.

The Jimin and Irene power couple relationship goes back to spring semester last year. Taehyung needed Jimin to go on a double date with him to the Psi Gamma Epsilon Formal, which is the co-ed fraternity that Taehyung’s girlfriend Jennie is in. While you have many mixed opinions about Taehyung’s tastes when it comes to women, you hate that he influenced some of those tastes on Jimin. Thus, Jennie introduced Jimin to her friend, Irene (the Sigma Mu Epsilon Campus President) and the rest is history. 

Though, you weren't aware that they were dating until a month ago when they had already been dating for three months. You are not sure how they managed to hide it from people for a while.

“Ya!! How was I supposed to know that getting asked to eat ramen together on a Friday night meant anything BUT eating ramen.” Jimin sighs as he gets up from his chair. “Maybe you should ask Jaebeom out for some ramen.” He playfully suggests, emphasizing Jaebeom's name, sending your face into a blush.

"I'm not interested in sleeping with him!" you protest, cheeks burning. In Korean slang, sharing ramen implies spending the night together. You’d rather romantically share ramen like the spaghetti eating scene in “Lady & the Tramp” than fuck him and ruin your friendship.

“Isn’t that what he’s known for? Sleeping with girls, taking sex polaroids, and plastering them on his frat bedroom wall? Taehyung butts in, since he too, knows of Jaebeom’s lifestyle like everyone else on this campus does. You, of course, are aware of it too, which is why you haven’t bothered to try your chance with him. 

“Exactly why I’m okay being the nice friend saying hi from across campus when he says hi instead of becoming a faceless polaroid in his room of him giving me backshots.” You cross your arms as you roll your eyes at him.

“Please don’t give me mental images of that.” Yoongi finally speaks up, groaning at your words again. You playfully elbow his side at your remark. He covers his face immediately as he feels himself blushing at these thoughts.

“Well, when you decide to get the balls to do something, I shall be here to give you advice. Just let me know.” Jimin says as he grabs his bag from the couch and heads to class with Taehyung, leaving you with Namjoon and Yoongi. 

“Wow, can you believe him? He thinks he can talk big now that he’s dating little Miss Sigma Mu Epsilon’s President Irene.” You let out an annoyed sigh as you take a bite out of the avocado toast Namjoon gave you.

At first you were excited for one of your guy best friends to be in a relationship again after years, but that excitement was short-lived as you noticed Jimins’ absence in the house became more evident. He would either be at his dance club, studying in the library, or spending the rest of his freetime with Irene. Maybe doing all of the above with her. 

When you and your best friends were in relationships or flings in the past, they promised that they would never leave or ignore the group to prioritize those other people first.  And they were always true to their word.

But as of lately, not anymore. While you once were used to having Jimin at home or at the dorm common area with the guys for Friday Night Game Night, this sight was slowly becoming a memory. It’s hard to admit how these subtle changes of seeing Jimin prefer to do other activities saddens you. You eventually decided to bottle up your feelings of sadness, not wanting them to see, and focus on other things filling up your plate.

Namjoon wasn’t paying attention to what you said as he uncontrollably smiles at his phone with a Kakao talk chat with someone pulled up, making your eyes narrow at him. 

“O-Oh, sorry. I was texting Jihyo.” he admits blatantly, before widening his eyes at what he just said. “What did you say?” Namoon glances at you briefly.

“Park Jihyo? Your group project partner slash sex–?” Yoongi narrows his gaze at Namjoon, before he quickly launches to cover Yoongi’s mouth. 

What? Is this seriously another sudden revelation incoming this early in the morning? You didn’t think you’d spiral into a pool of further questioning the future of your friendship with your guy best friends. Especially when it comes to Namjoon dating the campus’ kindest angel, Jihyo. Compared to Irene, you don’t have anything snarky to say about Jihyo. You admit she is better in hundreds of different ways than you. You wonder if your friends’ recent dating or fling escapades are a sign of a bigger issue in your friendship with them. You wonder if Yoongi’s also hiding someone away from your sight.

"So you’re also seeing someone?" Your pout is playful, but a hint of disappointment peeks through. "Don't tell me you're bailing on Friday Night Game Nights just like Jimin…"

Namjoon's response carries a weight of hesitation as he takes a thoughtful pause, considering his next words carefully. "Well, kind of…" His words hang in the air for a moment, a sense of complexity in his tone. "It's complicated... and no, I won't be skipping Friday Night Game Night every time like Jimin... except for this week."

The curiosity in your expression is mirrored by Yoongi's raised eyebrow. “What’s the excuse that you so kindly will be telling Yoongi and I?” you ask, the intrigue evident in your voice.

“Well actually, I may need to borrow the house so I was wondering if you guys could have Friday Night Game Night somewhere else.”

“Why should we go somewhere--” As you begin to protest, an epiphany interrupts your words, causing them to taper off. A realization dawns, connecting the dots between Yoongi's earlier comments and the direction this conversation is taking. “Wait what!? KIM NAMJOON YOU-!” 

“You’re seriously going to sexile everyone in this house?” Yoongi's words burst forth interrupting yours, his laced with a mixture of genuine surprise and a hint of humor. His widened eyes are concealed behind a hand that covers his mouth, almost as if he's trying to stifle his amusement at the sudden request.

Namjoon lets out a chuckle, his expression playful as he confirms, "Potentially! But I'm not sure yet. I might go back to her place, but I wanted to keep my options open so we could..."

Your voice cuts in before Namjoon can elaborate further, a mix of jest and sincerity in your tone, "Okay, okay, okay, I get it! We'll move game night somewhere else then!" The words rush out of you as you shield yourself from whatever details might follow that your ears weren't prepared for. You shoot Yoongi a look, seeking affirmation. "We’ll figure it out..right, Yoongi?"

Yoongi doesn't miss a beat as he follows up with a response laced with dry humor, “Right. I really don’t want to hear my best friend fucking while I’m trying to relax at the end of a stressful week.”

A blush creeps onto your cheeks, and you playfully reprimand Yoongi, your palm meeting your face in an exaggerated facepalm, "Yoongi, please spare us from any more visual details." Your laughter mingles with a hint of embarrassment, but you quickly regain your composure. "But thank you for letting us know, Namjoon..."

Namjoon's easy smile returns, and he jests, "Have fun without me, though. I know Jin and Jungkook will keep things lively without me or even Jimin there."

Even without any truly scandalous events transpiring, an air of awkwardness hangs over the conversation. The remainder of your breakfast passes in silence, each of you lost in your own thoughts. Eventually, you rise from the table, making your way back to your room to prepare for class, which looms just an hour away.

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By the time you come out of your room again, only Yoongi and Jungkook are in the living room doing last minute assignments. You assume Namjoon already left for class with Hoseok and also figure Seokjin left even before that. He’s the only person in this house taking 8am classes. 

This is the norm. On Thursdays, you walk with Yoongi to class, as his class is in the same building as yours. Sometimes, Jungkook joins you guys when he procrastinates the hour before class to finish assignments. 

“Are you ready to go? Jungkook’s done now.” Yoongi gets up from the couch already expecting your response to be yes. Jungkook looks up from his textbook to give you a thumbs up.

“Yep, all ready to go.”

The three of you step out onto campus, engaging in conversation that weaves between the events of the week and the anticipation of the impending game night. As you discuss plans, you consider the limited guests—Namjoon engaged with his "complicated" fuck buddy situation, Jimin on his weekend outings with Irene—leaving only you, Yoongi, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jin, and Taehyung for the upcoming Friday Night Game Night. At least you thought it was just the 6 of you.

Jungkook interjects, scratching his head apologetically. "Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention earlier, but Taehyung and I are going out bowling and drinking with the Woogas on Friday..." His voice trails off with a sheepish smile, his plea for forgiveness evident in his gesture. The Woogas were a group of grad students who were close to Taehyung.

Surveying the group left, you pose a question, preempting any plans that would end up getting canceled. "Anybody else have plans?"

Jungkook takes a bit to contemplate, his mutterings finally clarifying the situation. "I remember Jin hyung texting the gc that he has a Kappa Psi Pi chapter till 9:30 tomorrow—pledging's keeping him busy. He might go out with his frat brothers afterward for drinks. Hoseok is out of town tonight for a competitive dance tournament with the uni dance club."

A collective sigh of resignation hangs in the air as you and Yoongi register the inevitability—it's just the two of you for the upcoming Friday night. Your expressions communicate mutual understanding, as if exchanging an unspoken acknowledgment that it won't be just this one time moving forward.

You bid farewell to Jungkook as he heads off to his own class, then turn to Yoongi with a hopeful glint in your eyes, silently urging him to weave his magic and devise a plan to fill the void left by your absent friends.

"Maybe we could hit that popular bar downtown? What's it called...Arena?" Yoongi suggests, a hint of excitement lacing his words.

A shake of your head expresses your skepticism. "On a Friday night? I heard too many weirdos go at that time, Yoongs.” 

“Then, why don’t we go house party hopping? We haven’t done that since freshman year.” He smirks, as he adds the nostalgic suggestion.

The words "house party hopping" elicit a mix of memories, both good and not-so-good. It's a ritual familiar to college freshmen to excessively drink and dance at multiple parties in one night, but it gets too difficult to do through the rest of undergrad. You, however, have only done this activity of going to multiple different parties in one night, twice. 

The first time, things went smoothly when Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin went to five different house parties on the frat house row. The second time was not so smooth. Contrary to popular belief of Beta Tau Sigma, everyone at the house are light-weights when it comes to drinking, with Yoongi, Jungkook and Taehyung probably being the strongest drinkers of the bunch. That night of house party hopping ended with Namjoon and Jimin getting drunk and losing their student access cards at one of the five houses you went to. Because they couldn’t get into their dorm, you and Yoongi had to carry them back to your dorm and have them to stay at the dorm’s study lounge for the night. At some point, you all almost got caught by the dorm RA making their nightly rounds to make sure everything is good. Yoongi quickly excused all of you being cramped in the small room as “studying for an accounting midterm”, to which the RA didn’t question anything further after hearing the words “accounting” and left you alone for the rest of the night.

Based on that experience, you are reluctant to even try doing that again. However this time, it is just going to be you and Yoongi, the most mature ones in the overall friend group. Or at least you like to think so.

"Well, considering how the last time went..." Your voice trails off, your narrowed eyes revealing your internal debate. "I'll think about it more and let you know."

Yoongi nods at your response and you both say goodbye as you part ways to class.

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Entering your finance class, You secure a seat near the door and the front board, a vantage point that lets you observe the classroom's dynamics. Today, however, your routine is disrupted when someone unexpectedly occupies the seat next to you. 

As you set up your notebook, your gaze lifts, revealing Jaebeom sitting beside you. A faint flutter tugs at your heart, a pulse of anticipation racing through your veins. A steady stream of thoughts races through your mind, echoing, "This is definitely sus." You've consumed enough romance novels and coming-of-age stories to recognize when circumstances take a pointed turn. You've shared casual conversations and greetings with Jaebeom, but sitting next to each other is unprecedented—there's surely more to it.

A subtle "Ahem" draws your attention, and Jaebeom turns to face you, his eyes meeting yours. "Hey, Y/N… do you mind if I sit here today? I left my glasses behind, and I can't really see from my usual spot."

Your reassurance carries a softness as you reply, "Hi, Jaebeom! Of course, no problem." A smile graces your lips, and he returns it, dispelling the suspicions you had entertained. So you guess there’s no special reason for sitting next to you. 

The rest of class goes by smoothly, but you can’t help but to think that Jaebeom has something else to ask you about. The overthinking from your wild imagination is getting to you. As the class concludes, you hurriedly pack your belongings, eager to continue with your day. Yet, before you can make your exit, Jaebeom's voice halts you in your tracks.

"Hey! I've been meaning to ask," his words are loud, receiving attention from your peers, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow? The Gammas are hosting a party, and I was wondering if you'd be interested in coming."

Bingo. This is exactly what you’ve been waiting for. Not an invite to a party per se, BUT now you suddenly have something to do with Yoongi tomorrow night after being ditched by everyone else. 

“I’m down to go! I actually changed plans with a few friends so I don’t have anything to do tomorrow night.”

Jaebeom's response brings an even wider smile to your face. “Then I’ll see you there! You can bring a friend with you if you’d like.” And with that, you and Yoongi are definitely booked for tomorrow night.

With those words, your plans for tomorrow night are sealed. The newfound excitement has you beginning to wonder whether it’s actually alright to go considering Yoongi feels indifferent towards Jaebeom. You decide to call him about the plan on your way to the library for your daily fix of iced tea.

Dialing Yoongi's number, you initiate the conversation. "You and me, Gamma Omega Tau house party," you declare, your voice laced with anticipation.

His response holds a curious tone. "...So, I'll take that as a yes to house party hopping."

Chuckling, you clarify, maintaining your stance. "Well, we could do that if you're set on it," You explain, continuing your lowkey refusal to repeat that experience. “...but I actually got personally invited to the GOT party by Jaebeom.”

Yoongi's groan resonates through the line, conveying his reluctance but also a willingness to compromise. "If there's free booze and a chance to catch up with some other friends, then count me in."

“That’s perfect!” Excitement in your voice is clear to Yoongi as you both finalize plans for tomorrow night. Perhaps it’ll end up being a fun night for the both of you compared to what everyone else was doing instead. The upset feeling from all the sudden changes continues to linger in your chest, but you brush it away with the hopes of getting wasted on Friday.

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Friday comes by like a quick breeze. The day passes in a blur of classes, assignments, and hanging out with Yoongi and the rest of your friends. Evening comes around, and you find yourself getting ready for the Gamma Omega Tau party. You choose a cute yet comfortable outfit consisting of a revealing v-bar black tube top and ripped boyfriend jeans, hoping to strike a balance between looking good and feeling at ease. After a bit of makeup and fixing your hair, you are ready to head out.

You walk over to knock on Yoongi’s bedroom door. He opens the door revealing his outfit: a black tank top, acid-washed ripped jeans, and a black leather jacket to top it off. It definitely makes him exude his signature nonchalant charm. As he greets you with a nod, you can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement for the night ahead. You guys look so hot and would definitely make the other guys jealous of your totally awesome alternative Friday night plans if they were here.

The two of you make your way to the party a couple blocks away on frat row, the streets buzzing with energy as students get ready to party for the weekend. The Gamma Omega Tau house is alive with music, laughter, and the glow of colorful lights. You both enter the party, and immediately the atmosphere hits you—a mix of pulsating music, chatter, and the distinct scent of alcohol.

Yoongi heads to the makeshift bar in the kitchen to get drinks, while you decide to explore the party on your own. You bump into a couple of familiar faces from classes, exchanging greetings and catching up briefly. Some of these faces included Hwasa, your only dear female best friend who you haven’t seen much since moving out of your shared dorm freshman year. She is a little busy taking shots with who seems to be your old dorm floor neighbors Soyoon and Jieun. But overall, the night is young, and the anticipation of what it could bring is building up inside you.

A little while later, Yoongi returns with drinks in hand—something colorful and sweet for you, and something stronger for himself. You clink your cups together before taking a sip. The music is loud, and bodies are moving to the rhythm all around you. It was a sight to behold—the carefree spirit of college life on full display.

As the night progresses, you find yourself playing various party games, dancing a little with Hwasa, and meeting new people she introduces you to. Yoongi seems to be enjoying himself from a distance, laughing and chatting with a group of guys from his music class. He occasionally watches you from afar to make sure you don’t get lost or that something even worse doesn’t happen. Frat parties can be dangerous after all. It makes you feel a little happy that he does these little things and shows how much he cares about you. More than you thought before. However, there’s a sudden moment in the lively ambience when you start to feel a pang of loneliness. A sense of being adrift in a sea of unfamiliar faces.

Time seems to slip away as you’re lost in the lights, and before you know it, you are on your third drink. The alcohol is starting to take its effect, making you feel warm and a bit more uninhibited. Maybe this wasn’t the best choice. Maybe partying is not what you needed tonight to get your mind off of things. 

And these thoughts are only amplified with the next thing you see. In the corner of the crowded kitchen, you catch Namjoon and Jihyo making out, and your heart races. You suddenly excuse yourself from the group you are chatting with and head towards the front door, seeking some space to clear your head. 

However you stop yourself from bursting out of the open door. Instead, you lean against the wall, trying to steady your breathing. The noise and chaos of the party feel overwhelming now rather than numbing your thoughts from earlier. You clutch your cup as you look around, feeling like an outsider in your own surroundings. It’s in this moment of vulnerability that someone bumps into you, spilling their red jungle juice all over your clothes. You look down at your stained jeans emotionless.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" the girl exclaims, looking genuinely apologetic as she hands you some napkins. Your vision is blurring and you can’t tell if you know her or not. Her voice sounds familiar though.

Though, you manage a weak nod letting her know it was fine. It is in that unfortunate moment that you see your crush, JB, appearing out of nowhere walking in your direction. In the several hours you’ve been here this is when he decides to show up?! Your heart continues to race faster as he approaches, his eyes locking onto yours. Not right now, you plead to the gods internally that he isn’t coming towards you. But he does.

"Hey, Y/N, are you okay?" JB asks, his concern evident in his voice as he looks you over.

You feel a lump forming in your throat, not wanting him to see you in this state of vulnerability. Your eyes well up, and you fight to hold back tears. This isn't how you want him to see you, at your lowest point, struggling to keep it together.

Just as you are about to break down, a strong hand gently takes hold of your left arm, pulling you away from JB. You are led into the dimly lit hallway, away from the noise of the party. Not many people looming in this area. The door to the bathroom opens as someone leaves, and the person guides you inside before locking the door behind you.

Your visions starts to focus fully again. And you see…

It’s Yoongi.

His presence is a lifeline you forgot that you needed moments before.

"Y-Yoongi!" The exclamation trembles in the air, a mixture of surprise, relief, and the weight of your unraveling emotions.

In the dimly lit bathroom, you finally let your guard down, the tears streaming down your cheeks. Yoongi is momentarily taken aback by the intensity of your reaction, but swiftly recovers. He extends a napkin from his pocket, offering it as a gesture of support. His features, though, oscillate between concern and puzzlement, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks softly, his voice a comforting presence in the midst of your turmoil.

You take a shuddering breath, trying to gather your thoughts. The alcohol is making it hard to articulate your feelings, but you manage to explain how seeing Namjoon and Jihyo had triggered a sense of loneliness and panic within you. Jimin dating Irene in what seemed to be a serious relationship also has you spiraling. It all makes you question the stability of your friendships and fear that you are slowly losing the people who once meant the most to you. 

Yoongi listens intently, his gaze unwavering as he lets you pour out your feelings. When you are done, he leans against the sink, his expression thoughtful.

"I get it," he says, his voice soft but steady. "Change is hard, and sometimes it feels like everything is slipping away. But you know, life just keeps moving forward, and people change, I guess. But it doesn’t mean Namjoon or Jimin are leaving you behind."

You nod, sniffing as you wipe away your tears. "I know, but... it's just overwhelming seeing everything unfold."

He reaches out and gently tilts your chin up, meeting your gaze with his warm eyes. "You're not alone in this, Y/N. We're here for you, and we're all figuring things out as we go along."

His words strike a chord within you, a sense of comfort washing over you in the midst of your emotional storm. Yoongi's presence feels like an anchor, grounding you when everything feels chaotic.

Then, without warning, he looks at you intensely and asks, “Since we’re having this conversation, I’m questioning whether you like Jimin based on what you just said…"

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. "What? No! Jimin's like a brother to me. A reliable brother who understands me pretty well…” You pause a bit and mumble, “Well at least he used to."

He nods, his gaze unrelenting yet thoughtful, as if he's trying to read between the lines of your response. But then he asks another question that left you momentarily speechless.

"What about Namjoon?"

You hesitate, your mind racing. Your feelings for Namjoon have always been a bit more complex, and you aren't sure how to put them into words. Namjoon was your first friend out of the trio of him, Yoongi, and Jimin. He was 7 when he moved in next door from Korea as his dad got a new job working as a Chemical Engineer for an energy company in the US. You got along well with him as kids who both played Pokemon games and he was the only person you could trade with. He’s also the one who gave you his shiny purple Wailmer from his Pokemon Emerald. Eventually as you got older, you both came to enjoy reading books and art history. What does he mean to you?

Before you can muster a response to that, Yoongi suddenly adds another question, his voice gentle yet persistent. “What about me?”

Your gaze flickers to him, and you find yourself locking eyes with him. Then you quickly look away, focusing on the purple lighting in the bathroom. 

This questions starts to add new thoughts that you hadn’t really considered due to your worries about Namjoon and Jimin. However now, the intensity of this current moment is almost overwhelming, and you feel a swirling mix of emotions within you. Yoongi's proximity, his unwavering gaze, and the weight of his questions are all converging, pulling you into a realm of introspection and vulnerability.

Yoongi seems to sense your uncertainty, your inner struggle. He steps closer, his presence enveloping you. His gaze remains fixed on yours, his face just inches away from yours. The air between you is charged, heavy with unspoken words and unexplored emotions. "You can tell me," he urges softly, his voice a gentle whisper that brushes against your skin.

As you look into his eyes again, your heart races. The alcohol has lowered your inhibitions, and in this moment, everything feels so intense, so raw. You try to form words, but they fail you. Instead, you let your gaze speak for you, letting your emotions flow through the unspoken connection between you. Suddenly Namjoon and Jimin are blurring away to only afterimages in your current state of mind. All you see in great focus is Yoongi right now.

Without another word, Yoongi closes the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tentative kiss. The world around you fades away, and all that matters is the warmth of his touch, the taste of his lips, and the rush of emotions that swirls between you.

The kiss is a silent confession, a release of feelings that have been building up for far too long. When Yoongi finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, his breath slightly uneven.

"Y-Yoongi..," you whisper, a mix of surprise and wonder in your voice.

Yoongi chuckles softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "Sometimes, things don't need to be said. They just need to be felt."

As you stand there, locked in each other's gaze, you realize that this unexpected turn of events has brought you closer to Yoongi in ways you didn’t anticipate. It’s a new chapter, a chance to explore something deeper and more meaningful between you.

With a gentle smile, he leans in to kiss you again, and this time, there is no hesitation, no uncertainty—just the promise of a connection that has been there all along, waiting to be acknowledged.

And so, in the dimly colored bathroom of the Gamma Omega Tau house, amid the sounds of distant laughter and music, you and Yoongi quickly unite lips once again.

As the intensity between you and Yoongi grows, the bathroom seems to shrink around you, leaving only the two of you enveloped in a bubble of shared emotion. His lips press against yours with a newfound urgency, a hunger that mirrors the feelings you have both kept hidden for so long. The taste of him is intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and warmth that sends shivers down your spine.

His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. The touch of his fingertips against your skin sends a wave of electricity through your body, igniting a fire deep within you. Your own hands instinctively move to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palms.

The kiss deepens, a passionate dance of lips and tongues that leaves no room for doubts or reservations. Yoongi's fingers trail up your back, the sensation making your breath hitch. The world outside that bathroom seems distant, irrelevant, as your focus narrows down to the connection between your bodies and the raw emotion that flows between you.

A soft moan escapes your lips, a sound that seems to fuel the fire burning between you. Yoongi's lips leave yours, trailing a path of heated kisses down your jawline, his warm breath sending shivers across your skin. His hands move to your hips, pulling you against him, and you can feel his own desire pressing against your abdomen.

With a mix of urgency and tenderness, he captures your lips once more, pouring every unspoken word and hidden longing into the kiss. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging lightly as his lips explore your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, each touch, each sensation sending ripples of pleasure through your body.

The soft fabric of your clothes seems like an obstacle now, an unnecessary barrier between your skin and his. Yoongi's fingers deftly work at the buttons of your tube top, his touch leaving a trail of fire along your exposed skin. Your breath hitches as his lips find the sensitive curve of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin gently, causing a shiver to course through you.

In a moment of boldness, your hands move to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal his bare chest. Your fingers trace the contours of his muscles, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch. His lips find yours once again, a hungry, fervent kiss that speaks of the intensity of your emotions.

With a skillful touch, Yoongi lifts you up onto the bathroom counter, the cool surface sending a shock through your body. He stands between your legs, his hands moving to cup your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks as he gazes into your eyes.

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

You can only respond with a breathless nod before his lips crash against yours again. Not fully understanding the words that just left his mouth. The kiss deepens, a mixture of passion and tenderness that leaves you dizzy with sensation. His hands explore every curve of your body, memorizing the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips.

Your own hands aren't idle either, roaming his chest and back, reveling in the sensation of his skin against yours. The heat between you was undeniable, a magnetic pull that draws you closer with every passing second. And in that bathroom, amid the swirling emotions and the touch of your lips, you feel an unspoken promise taking root—a promise of something more, something real and beautiful.

The outside world fades into insignificance. The party, the noise, the worries about Namjoon and Jimin and everyone else—all of it melts away, leaving only the two of you and the intensity of this moment. As you hold onto each other, lost in the depths of your feelings, you know that this is a turning point that will permanently alter your friendship with Yoongi.

As the kisses between you and Yoongi continue, the electricity in the air grows stronger, pulling you both further into the depths of your shared desire. Every touch, every caress is a testament to the unspoken connection that has been building between you for so long. It’s as if the universe has finally aligned, allowing you to explore the feelings that have been simmering beneath the surface.

A soft, almost desperate, sound escapes Yoongi's lips as he reluctantly pulls away from the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes, dark and intense, lock onto yours, and you can see the raw emotions swirling within them.

"We should... we should get out of here," he murmurs, his voice rough with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

You nod in agreement, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves course through you. This is a pivotal moment, a decision that could potentially change the course of your relationship. With a shared understanding, you both turn away from the party scene and make your way through the crowd towards the exit.

The cool night air hits you as you step outside, a welcome contrast to the heated intensity of the party. Yoongi's hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as you walk side by side down the dimly lit streets. The silence between you is charged with anticipation, every step bringing you closer to a new chapter in your story.

When you finally arrive back at the house, the atmosphere is different—quieter, more intimate. Namjoon didn’t come use the house like he said he would yesterday, you briefly recall. Maybe that’s a good thing. The GOT party is still in full swing, he is there with Jihyo, but you and Yoongi are in your own world here with no one to stop what is happening. The journey up the stairs to your shared house feels like a blur, your heart racing in anticipation of what is to come.

Once inside, you both head straight to your bedroom. The air is thick with tension, the unspoken yet silly question hangs in the air: Is this really happening? As you close the door locking it behind you, the outside world fades away, leaving only the two of you in the cocoon of your own space.

Yoongi turns to you, his gaze searching yours for reassurance. Without a word, you step closer, closing the distance between you. His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you gently against him. The touch of his body against yours sends a shiver of electricity through you, a reminder of the desire that has been building between you.

His lips find yours again, a kiss that holds all the pent-up longing and emotion that have been simmering beneath the surface. The taste of him, the feel of his lips moving against yours, is intoxicating. His hands roam your body with a reverence that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you.

With each kiss, each touch, the world around you fades away, leaving only the intensity of the moment. The bed is just a few steps away, an inviting sanctuary where you could explore the depths of your connection in private. Without breaking the kiss, you take his hand and lead him towards the bed, your heart pounding in anticipation.

As you stand at the edge of the bed, your eyes meet Yoongi's, a silent agreement passing between you. With a mixture of urgency and tenderness, you begin to undress each other, the air heavy with the weight of your shared desire. Yoongi's touch is gentle, his fingers tracing every curve of your body as he reveals the skin beneath your clothes.

Soon, you are both standing before each other, bare and vulnerable, yet completely unburdened by the weight of your emotions. You shyly stare down at Yoongi’s dick, admiring its pink, veiny appearance. It looks very girthy, potentially filling to the core. You're embarrassed to admit you might have imagined Yoongi naked before. When you were a middle schooler curiously imagining bodily differences between you and your male friends. But now seeing his beautiful body before you brings some excitement to your soft skin, some heat rushing through your core and nearly down your thighs, onto the floor. Your mouth suddenly dries and you feel self-conscious that your expression may be as plain and eager as it might be. He clears his throat, but that makes him more embarrassed. You bite your bottom lip, unsure of what to do.

He takes your hand and leads you to the bed. Yoongi's lips find yours once more, a kiss that speaks of promises and possibilities. With a gentle push, he guides you onto the bed, his body following yours as the kiss deepens.

The softness of the sheets beneath you, the heat of Yoongi's body against yours—it is a sensory overload, a symphony of sensations that leaves you breathless. You feel the cold sweat of his skin on yours as your bodies press together. His lips are against your jaw and your hands are exploring his body as much as you can with your legs around his hips. He climbs down to your mound and opens his mouth letting his warm, wet tongue lap over your clit. One of Yoongi's hands finds purchase on your hip to help you move with him while the long fingers of his other hand tease your enterance before pushing inside. His hot breath on your clit and his fingers inside you makes you want to beg for more. But the sensation is so intense it has rendered you speechless, the only noise to leave your mouth is a choked, muffled groan that only urges him further.

His tongue on you feels too good and you can only let him explore. You are enjoying the sensation and the way his fingers play your body like an instrument. You let out a loud gasp when you cum, your whole body arching towards him as pleasure washed over you, your thighs tightening around to his back. You feel your insides clench and throb as your orgasm washed over you in waves.

Yoongi smirks at you for a second as he lifts his head, removing his fingers from inside you. He climbs up your body until he reaches your lips. Your hand wraps around the back of his neck and you kiss him with fervor. You taste yourself in his mouth and it makes you hungry for more. You feel the pressure in your abdomen again, desperate for more. His body is hard, but not to the point of being uncomfortable. It’s a gentle pressure, a delicious tension that makes you want more. 

"Y-Yoongi... I need more.." You whimper against his mouth, your tongue running over his bottom lip before you pull away and look into his eyes. "Please, I need more..."

"I've got you, angel." He whispers reassuringly before he moves away briefly to retrieve the condom he keeps handy in his wallet in case he ever needs it. The new nickname catches you off guard as he usually tends to call you Sunshine unless you’re having a serious conversation, like earlier. However you kind of like this name.

He opens the package with his teeth and rolls the rubber on himself. You whimper when you feel the head of his cock press against you. He slowly pushes inside, but it’s enough to make your head spin. His length fills you perfectly and you can feel yourself pulsate around him. He makes his way slowly inside you, pushing deeper until he is completely inside you. He then rests his forehead against yours. You look into each other's eyes and the intensity of his gaze is almost enough to make you cum right then and there.

"You're doing so well for me," He speaks softly, his voice hoarse with arousal. His praises pull a moan from your lips you can't supress.

He slowly pulls out then pushes back in watching as his cock disapears inside you. He pulls out again and does the same thing. His thrusts become faster with each time he pushes back inside. As your moans become louder, his thrusts become more eager. He adjusts himself until he finds a position that has his cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust, your legs lifting over his hips and your hands roaming his body to keep yourself grounded.

Yoongi's leaves small kisses along your neck and down to your breasts as he continues to fuck you. He acts carefully with each action he takes, and makes a point to watch your reaction for the slightest sign of discomfort. He never stops praising you, whispering how good you were for him and how much he loves having you like this, taking all of him. His sultry low voice is making you even more sensitive and it’s a bit overwhelming, but it somehow helps make your depressing thoughts from earlier at the party disappear. With him, you felt safe and cared for.

His hands come to cup your breast and you cry out as your body arches towards him. He keeps one hand cupping your breast and takes your nipple between his fingers and gently pinches it, eliciting a softer whimper from you. 

You pull Yoongi against you closing the gap between your bodies, your fingers grip his hair tightly as you cry out, your insides clenching around him. Your back arches off the bed as your orgasm washed over you once again. He fucks you through your orgasm, and when your legs relaxed over his hips, he keeps pushing inside you. The sensation makes you want to cry from overstimulation, but at the same time you beg for more. His cock inside you feels too good, the pleasure is too much. You don't know what to do with your body or if you should be doing something at all. Your hands find their way up his forearms and hold on to them tightly.

"Do it," You whisper intimately. "Cum for me, Yoongi..."

Your words are added motivation for him to do just that. As he moves, his thrusts pushing deeper inside you, a cascade of sensations courses through both your bodies. Your back arches instinctively, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that envelops you. He responds by lowering himself, his forehead meeting yours in an exquisite intimacy that intensifies the connection between you two.

Amidst the whirlwind of ecstasy, a thought flits through your consciousness—a moment of profound gratitude for the intoxicating sound of Yoongi's moans. It's a melody you never envisioned hearing, a symphony of vulnerability and shared pleasure that resonates deep within you. This unexpected harmony adds a new layer to your connection, stoking the flames of desire and amazement that consume every inch of your being. It leaves you feeling content and relaxed.

Yoongi's body shudders against yours, his moans gradually subsiding into contented sighs. With a gentle sigh of satisfaction, he slides his cock out and shifts on the bed, rolling over to lay beside you. Your chests rise and fall in tandem, the rhythm of your breaths slowly synchronizing as you find yourselves tangled in the aftermath of passion.

You both move again, laying side by side. Both of you catch your breath, the world around you receding into a hazy background as your gazes lock. Eyes that have seen each other's vulnerabilities, laughter, and shared moments now reflect a new layer of intimacy that words could never capture. 

The lingering cocoons you both in a silence that speaks volumes. It's Yoongi who takes the initiative to pierce through the quiet, his voice carrying a breathless quality that mirrors the aftermath of your passion.

"How are you feeling now?" His words hang in the air, delicate yet heavy with unspoken meaning. His eyes hold a mixture of curiosity and concern, a testament to his attentiveness even in the midst of his own unraveling.

A playful smile tugs at your lips, your voice laced with a hint of mischievousness as you respond to his inquiry. "Never better," you answer, your words bathed in the soft notes of a giggle that dances between you.

His laughter echoes yours, a harmonious symphony of shared joy that envelops the space between you. It's a sound that transcends the physical, a connection that binds you beyond the realm of touch. In his laughter, you sense a quiet affirmation—a declaration that the bond you've nurtured extends beyond the passionate moments, into the realm of comfort, friendship, and a connection that defies categorization.

As the night wears on and the intensity of your connection slowly ebbs away, you find yourselves wrapped in each other's arms, your bodies intertwined in a tender embrace. Yoongi's touch is reassuring, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin as you lay together in the quiet darkness.

"I want you to know," Yoongi's voice was soft, his breath tickling your ear, "that no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you. You mean a lot to me, and I don't want you to ever doubt that."

His words warm your heart, a balm to the insecurities that have been lingering in the back of your mind. In his arms, you felt safe, cherished, and valued—emotions that have been elusive for so long.

"I feel the same way," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "You've always been there for me, Yoongi, and I'm grateful for that."

The quiet moment between you is filled with unspoken understanding. It is a pact, a promise to stand by each other's side no matter what challenges lay ahead. In this moment, the weight of your fears seemed to be lifted, replaced by a sense of comfort and reassurance.

But the hours drift by, and as the night grows deeper and the two of you grow more sober, the lingering consequences of your actions begin to cast a shadow over your thoughts. The warmth of Yoongi's embrace can't dispel the nagging worry that what you’ve done could have far-reaching ramifications.

It was the alcohol that further fueled your doubts, the liquid courage dulling your ability to rationalize. In the haze of your tipsy stupor, you begin to wonder if the intensity of the night is a result of the moment, the shared emotions, or simply the effect of alcohol clouding your judgment.

Despite Yoongi's assurances, the fear of what could come next gnaws at you. What if this changes everything? What if it ruins the friendship that has been the foundation of your relationship? The questions spiral in your mind, a whirlwind of doubt and uncertainty that refuses to be silenced.

In an attempt to push those thoughts away, you cuddle closer into Yoongi's chest. It is a fleeting distraction, a way to drown out the voices of doubt that echoed in the back of your mind. The feeling of Yoongi’s warmth becomes a welcome distraction from the complex emotions that threaten to overwhelm you.

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A/N: HELLO! Did you like the first chapter?! would it be crazy if i told you I had been planning this fic since 2021 but never got the chance to really delve into it until right now?? Well that's exactly what happened. I'd love to hear your feedback on this fic! pls reblog and like if you enjoyed! I am currently working on chapter 2 and bits of chapter 3, so I hope to get it done by early/mid-September, so please look forward to it!

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The Less I Know The Better XIII (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: mentions of NON-CON, manipulation, underage drinking, drug use, unhealthy relationship, eventual violence, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

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summary:  When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

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When you woke up, the only thing you could focus on was the pounding in your head. This was the worst hangover you’d ever had in your life, and you made a mental note to start trying out better coping mechanisms. You stared at your ceiling for what felt like a long time, wracking your brain, and it was only when you shifted did you take note of…everything else.

You were naked, and while it wasn’t unusual for you to sleep like that sometimes, you knew that this wasn’t the case. Your neck throbbed, and your whole body ached. You would’ve written it off to the alcohol if it wasn’t for the very obvious wetness between your legs. You blinked, forcing yourself to sit up as you looked around. You had the faintest memory of calling Rafe last night, and you yelled for him. When you didn’t get a response, you frowned.

It wasn’t like him to just leave like that, but then you remembered how strict Ward was being these days.

You thought hard, bits and pieces coming back to you, certain that Rafe had been here. You wondered if he’d left a note or at least texted you. He never left without at least waking you up for a goodbye. You couldn’t get in the shower fast enough, desperate to wake yourself up and do something about this hangover. With every brush over your skin, there was no doubt in your mind that Rafe had been here, and the first thing you did when you got out was look for your phone.

You two were supposed to be broken up, and in a moment of drunken weakness, you had called him. You hadn’t planned to, but with everything going on between your dad and JJ, you just really needed him. When you finally found your phone in the living room where you’d left it, your frown deepened.

The last call you’d made to Rafe was the day before yesterday.

Your heart sank at that, and you furiously blinked, shaking your head. You kept scrolling through your call history, trying to somehow make it be what you remembered, but the evidence, or lack of, was staring you in the face. Your last texts were normal, nothing about asking him to come over, and your hand lowered. You were so confused, a sick feeling in your stomach as you finally decided to just call him.

Rafe answered on the second ring.

“Morning,” he drawled, and you gave a tense smile at the sound of his voice.

“Hey…um… I just felt like checking in on you,” you said.

You didn’t really know how to approach the subject of ‘I can’t remember if we had sex last night’.

“Checking in on me? I should be checking in on you,” he replied, and it sounded like he was eating. “You were really upset the other day about JJ, and with everything going on with your dad, best friend problems are the last thing you need.”

“Right,” you nervously chuckled. “The other…the other day? I didn’t talk to you last night?”

Somehow, you knew what Rafe was going to say before he said it, but it didn’t make you any less nauseous.

“Last night? Aside from you texting me about experimenting with some cocktail, no.”

You nodded at that, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from watering. You didn’t realize how badly you were shaking until the phone started hitting your ear, and when you blinked, a few tears spilled over. You could hear Rafe calling your name, and you somehow found the strength to tearfully tell him you had to go.

The phone dropped to the floor as soon as you hung up, and you pressed your hand to your chest, feeling like you couldn’t breathe.

The evidence was too much to ignore. You’d had sex with someone last night, and it wasn’t your boyfriend. The room felt like it was tilting, and you struggled to sit down on the couch. You felt so hot, too hot, and you let your head fall between your legs, trying to come up with any other explanation.

For the life of you, you couldn’t remember what you’d done last night. You were so sure that you had called Rafe. You had already been drunk then, but you thought you weren’t too far gone to not remember that. Clearly, that wasn’t the truth, and you started wracking your brain, trying to remember if you had gone somewhere…met some…guy… You would never, that wasn’t you, and yet…

You suddenly sat up, lips parting.

If you couldn’t even remember what you did last night, then you were obviously too far gone. You had to have been too drunk to even stand, and your head started to spin all over again. You shook it, in denial and determined to not make it true, but then your fingers grazed your neck, and you winced. You had seen the faint bruises in the mirror, woken up with the evidence between your legs, and it had meant nothing when you thought Rafe had been here.

But he hadn’t been.

You were so sure that you were going to be sick when a knock on the door startled you. You jumped, conflicted on whether or not you wanted it to be Rafe. On one hand, you just wanted him to hold you, right now, but on the other hand, you needed to get your mind right before you faced him. However, you knew there was no way Rafe had gotten to this side of the island that fast, but the last person you expected to see when you opened the door was JJ.

His smile fell at the sight of you, and you didn’t even care that you two were supposed to be fighting, right now.

“Y/N…”

The blond trailed off when your face crumbled, a sob caught in your throat as he rushed inside. He pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you as you squeezed your eyes shut. Once you started, it was like you couldn’t stop, and JJ shushed you, rocking you as you cried into his shirt. No, you and Rafe weren’t technically together, but you didn’t want anyone else but him, it was unlike you to get drunk and sleep with some random guy.

Not to mention the implications that came with your lack of memory.

You didn’t want to say it.

You didn’t even want to think it.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” you choked out, and you knew you wouldn’t make it to your bathroom in time.

JJ followed you out the door as you vomited onto the grass, your nerves and unease so bad that it just kept coming. JJ’s hand made circular motions on your back, and when you were done, you leaned against your house. JJ knelt beside you, brushing your cheeks, and you couldn’t look at him. He seemed to want to give you a moment to calm down, and as you sat there, fighting to calm your breathing, you remembered that he was supposed to be mad at you.

“Why are you here?” you tearfully wondered, looking at him.

JJ’s lips parted, and you couldn’t place the look he was giving you, hand still on your face.

“I came to say sorry.”

You blinked, nodding.

“I was a dick,” he told you. “It doesn’t matter what the reasons were, but you’re already dealing with a lot, and…I was being selfish.”

As much as you wanted to hear that, it wasn’t enough to make you feel better. The tears just kept coming, and JJ softly shushed you.

“What’s wrong?” he wondered, continuing when you didn’t say anything. “Is it Rafe?”

You frantically shook your head, the mention of Rafe making you cry more. You could tell that you were scaring JJ, and he took your hand, sliding down beside you.

“I got really drunk last night,” you shakily said, sniffing. “…and…and I called Rafe. Or at least I thought I did.”

JJ sighed, shifting beside you, and you closed your eyes at the disappointment in that one sound.

“With my dad…and you, I really needed to see him-.”

“Y/N-.”

“…but I didn’t!”

You let out a choked sob, your head falling between your knees.

“I thought I called him, but apparently I didn’t,” you cried, and you could feel JJ’s eyes on you.

“Well, that’s a good thing then-.”

“No!”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and you hurried to stand, fidgeting and wrapping your arms around yourself. You avoided JJ’s gaze, lips trembling as you stared at your house. You didn’t know what he would think, would say, and you almost didn’t want to tell him, but you’d already started and considering how much of a mess you were, he knew that something was seriously wrong.

…and JJ was your best friend.

You didn’t keep secrets from one another, and even though that was something that had been tainted a bit by Rafe’s presence, you didn’t think you could keep this from him. You were the first one to know that his dad was putting his hands on him. He was the first person you went to when your brother had taken off.

You were almost positive that you’d been raped last night…and you couldn’t imagine keeping that from your best friend.

“I woke up this morning…alone…”

Your eyes finally met familiar blue ones, and JJ was standing now, a slight frown on his face. You swallowed, pressing your lips together.

“…but it was pretty obvious I didn’t go to bed alone.”

JJ’s frown deepened, and he neared you, reaching for you.

“I can’t…I can’t remember much of anything. I woke up and…”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, fighting the urge to cry again and JJ pulled you closer.

“I don’t remember what I did last night. I clearly left, I clearly went somewhere, but I don’t remember,” you cried.

“Hey, hey,” he softly said, pulling you against him.

“I don’t remember who I c-came back with.”

You heard JJ huff, his arms tightening as you finally hugged him back.

“I barely even remember…” you trailed off, only have the faintest of memories of hands on you.

You pressed your fingers into his back, uncaring how rocky your friendship seemed to be lately. You were just happy not to deal with this alone, and as much as you wanted Rafe here, you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to tell him. He would flip this entire island upside down.

“JJ, you can’t tell anyone,” you whispered. “…maybe I’ll remember…maybe I won’t, but you can’t say anything.”

“I won’t,” JJ promised, pulling away and wiping your face.

You noted the way his jaw ticked, and you almost felt bad, knowing how much he cared about you.

“You don’t remember anything about him? Nothing?” he pressed, and you shrugged. “It’s okay…”

He rubbed your arms, and you almost wanted to kick yourself for getting so drunk. This wasn’t your fault, rationally you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. How could you let yourself get that drunk? Why would you leave? JJ’s words pulled you from your thoughts.

“…and you’re sure it wasn’t Rafe?”

You shook your head.

“I called him. The last time we talked was two days ago, and even though I thought I’d called him last night, my phone says otherwise.”

Your voice shook, and JJ made soothing sounds.

“Well, whoever he is, he knows where you live now,” JJ murmured, and your eyes widened at that.

“You don’t…” you trailed off, frowning to yourself. “I mean, he clearly got what he wanted, so…”

You took a step back, driving yourself crazy with the thought that this man now knew where you lived and the layout of your house. You were tempted to collapse all over again, and the thought of nights alone while your mom was at work or at the hospital with your dad made your head spin. You probably would have if it weren’t for JJ, and he pulled you closer.

“You want me to stay?”

It was like he read your mind, and you nodded, a tear skipping down your cheek.

“Please,” you whispered. “At least…at least until I can tell Rafe.”

JJ was silent at that, and your eyes met his.

“I-I should tell him…right…?”

“If you want to,” he eventually replied, and you frowned.

“He would want to know…and I don’t like to hide things from him, but…”

You pulled away, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Rafe would go crazy. He would never let you out of his sight, and considering your current relationship status was to help him, this would make that fly right out of the window. He wouldn’t care about what his dad said or what you had agreed on. He was always a bit clingy, always worried about you, but if you told him what happened, his behavior before would be shadowed in comparison.

JJ eased your worries for the time being.

“You’re dealing with a lot of shit already,” JJ told you, gently grabbing your arm. “The last thing you should be thinking about, right now is if you’re going to tell Rafe.”

You hesitantly nodded at that.

“You don’t need to decide that now…or ever,” he continued, pulling you along. “That’s not what’s important.”

You let him take you back inside, sitting down as he pushed you towards the couch. JJ’s silence was telling, uncharacteristic, and it was the only thing that told you how mad he really was. When he brought you a glass of water, you took it, struggling to keep it down. Your gaze met his blue one as he knelt before you, and he slowly exhaled through his nose, resting a hand on your knee.

“I feel like if we hadn’t been fighting then this-.”

“No,” you choked out. “JJ, this isn’t your fault. It’s not even really mine.”

You took another sip, staring into the glass as you held it in your lap.

“If I ever find out who did this to you, I’ll kill him myself.”

You knew that JJ meant every word.

“Hey.”

JJ’s voice was the first thing that greeted you when you woke up, and you groaned. He was leaning against the wall, legs bent with his gaze resting on you. This was probably the fourth night in a row that JJ had slept over, and it was reminiscent of how things were before you’d started dating Rafe. The medication you’d taken made your body feel weighed down, and as much as JJ had been against it, he couldn’t stop you from popping a few sleeping pills.

You were finding it so hard to sleep.

“Hey,” you quietly replied, sitting up.

“You know you can’t rely on those forever.”

JJ was right, but it didn’t mean you had to like it. The first night JJ stayed over, the first night after that night, sleep hadn’t found you, at all. Your mind kept plaguing you with thoughts of some strange man coming into your house and taking advantage of you. The only upside to this was that the thought of alcohol made you want to be sick, and you hadn’t gone near any in days.

“I know,” you told him. “I just… It’s amazing how my mind can torture me with what I can’t even remember.”

JJ scooted closer as you leaned against your headboard, and you sighed.

“If I was with Rafe or…if he at least knew, I’d probably sleep so much better at his house.”

You felt JJ tense beside you, and you looked down.

“He’s been calling, and I can’t ignore every one. Even when I do occasionally answer, I can’t stay on the phone with him for long and pretend like everything is okay.”

JJ didn’t reply, and you continued.

“He knows me,” you whispered. “…and I know he knows something is wrong…and if he asks, I don’t think I can lie to him.”

“What if you tell him and…he relapses?” JJ finally wondered, and you frowned at that, looking at him.

The blond shrugged.

“If I couldn’t help but blame myself, even just a little bit, what do you think Rafe is going to do?”

JJ had a point, and your frown deepened.

Rafe was so protective of you, even now, and he would definitely feel like he had a hand in this somehow.

“I know it’s not my fault, but I can’t help but think that if we weren’t fighting, you wouldn’t have been drinking so much or that you would’ve at least been with us instead of by yourself. Rafe’s mind is probably going to work the same way.”

Your gaze lingered on your sheets, thinking about how quick JJ was to offer to wash them for you. With your mom absent even more than usual, and your dad not here at all, you were so grateful for JJ’s presence. You didn’t think this was something you could deal with alone, and you thought it was funny. The problems you had with JJ seemed so pointless, now, awed that such a horrific event would be what forced your friendship back to what it used to be.

“Come to John B.’s tonight.”

You looked up at his suggestion, and JJ’s blue eyes were pleading.

“You’ve been hiding out for a while, even before…” he trailed off, and you bit your lip. “…and I think you’ll enjoy getting out of this house.”

He was right.

You hadn’t left your house in days, and it was no wonder you were being tormented by what had happened in this very room. Your room felt like your only safe space, but that same safe space had been compromised, putting you in the weirdest headspace. You didn’t answer right away, thinking on it for a while, but when you did finally agree, JJ’s small smile was contagious.

It was much later in the day when you made it to John B.’s, climbing off of JJ’s bike as Kie ran towards you. If they noticed your uncharacteristic silence, they didn’t comment on it, clearly just happy to have you around. You stuck to your soda and water while the rest of them drank, pulled from your thoughts when your phone vibrated.

You knew it was Rafe without even looking.

You debated on whether or not to answer it, wondering how long you could keep this going. Rafe was a confrontational kind of guy, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he decided to say fuck it and just come see you to talk face to face. Before you could make a decision though, a familiar hand covered your phone.

You looked up and your eyes connected with JJ’s, using your other hand to reach for the hot dog he offered you.

“You can call him back,” he told you.

He was right, but you still grimaced.

“I just know how worried he must be. He knows something is wrong, and I’m still processing it myself…let alone well enough to tell him and keep him from choking out every guy in town.”

“I told you,” JJ sighed, sitting beside you. “How he reacts isn’t what’s important. You had a shitty thing done to you, and you’re all that matters. Truthfully, you don’t ever have to tell him. You didn’t even have to tell me.”

He added that last part, and you looked at him.

“I’m glad I did,” you confessed. “At first, I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t really stop myself, and you and I…we don’t have secrets.”

Part of you felt like you weren’t completely processing what had happened, or maybe you were and it was just difficult because you didn’t remember anything. Maybe it would be different if you could remember what you’d done that night, remember his face…remember what he did. JJ’s hand on your back brought you out of your thoughts, and you sent him a grateful smile.

You stayed at John B.’s for as long as possible, which included falling asleep on his couch when it got too late. You and JJ weren’t the only ones who stayed over, and Kie was awake before he was.

“You want me to drive you home? I lost track of how many beers JJ had so I don’t see him waking up anytime soon,” she offered.

You chuckled at that, searching for your jacket as you took her up on her offer.

Kie seemed weirdly quiet too once you were in the vehicle, focusing on the road but glancing at you every now and then.

“Everything’s okay with you, right?”

That was such a loaded question, and you exhaled, looking towards the window.

“Yeah,” you lied. “I’m fine. It’s just my dad and Rafe, I guess.”

She hummed.

“I take it JJ apologized,” she commented, and you smiled.

“He did, yeah. I really hope it’s for the last time,” you added. “I knew that me and Rafe would be difficult for him, but I underestimated just how much.”

When you looked at Kie, she had a strange look on her face, pulling her lip between her teeth.

“You guys seem close again, so I hope so too…”

Her tone indicated that she had something else on her mind, and she spoke again as she neared your house.

“…and you and Rafe are broken up, now, so I just wondered…” she trailed off, sighing. “You and JJ just seem closer.”

You frowned at her, now, unsure if you were understanding what she was hinting at.

“Do you think me and…JJ…?”

The other girl shrugged, and you would’ve laughed if you didn’t realize how serious she was.

“Kie, you know he’s like a brother to me. Always has been, and if he had a sister, it would be me,” you chuckled. “I just feel like I can talk to him like I used to, that’s all. Besides, while Rafe and I aren’t technically together…this ‘breakup’ is nothing.”

You rolled your eyes at the thought.

Kie still looked like she had a lot on her mind, and you were sure she was going to say something else when you both focused on the sight of a familiar bike in your yard. Your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel Kie’s eyes on you. You knew it was only a matter of time before Rafe came to see you, but you were still unprepared for it.

“Do you want me to stay?”

You could hear the concern in her voice, and you were sourly reminded of the fact that JJ was not the only one who disapproved of your relationship. You shook your head, thanking her before hopping out. She only drove off when you opened your door, and you watched her do so before stepping inside.

Rafe was sitting on your couch, and you guessed that he got in through your faulty window.

“Hey.”

It was such a silly thing to say, and the look Rafe gave you only confirmed that.

“Where were you?” he questioned, and you dropped your purse beside him.

“I was at John B.’s.”

He looked good, you noted, and seeing him look so healthy and not so strung out warmed your heart.

“I’ve been here since last night,” he said, making your face fall. “I wanted to see you, and I didn’t know where you were, so I called and…”

He trailed off, both of you knowing how that went.

“I’ve had a lot on my mind, and I’m trying to process it-.”

“Then let me help,” he offered, standing now. “Something’s wrong.”

You swallowed, and Rafe neared you.

“….and it’s not just me and my bullshit or your dad or just JJ. I feel like something’s really wrong.”

You knew you, and just like you predicted, you couldn’t lie to Rafe, and so your answer was simple.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Your voice was low, and Rafe frowned, face troubled as he struggled between wanting to force it out of you or respecting your wishes.

“I want to tell you,” you honestly told him. “…but you’ll get mad, and right now, this is about me, and I don’t have the energy to keep you from flying off the handle.”

Rafe deflated some at that, lips parting. Now, he looked more scared than anything, dark blond strands hanging into his eyes. He thought on your words for a bit, swiping his tongue between his lips and glancing away. You watched him take a deep breath.

“How mad?”

“Really mad,” you whispered.

He nodded at that, briefly closing his eyes before resting them on you again. He didn’t say anything, simply opening his arms, and tears kissed your eyes as you ran into them. The familiar smell of his cologne was comforting, and you twisted your fingers into his shirt. You thought about how helpful it was to have JJ at your side during this, and now you had Rafe again too, and you once again thought it was funny.

Would a horrific event really be what was needed to have things finally settle between you three?

As Rafe held you close, you hoped that at least something good could come from this.

[orions-athenaeumficlibrary]

When You're Smiling- Prologue

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x F!reader

Synopsis: Throughout your life you have been labeled "boring" because of your quiet, thoughtful nature. For example, you weren't a fan of parties, frats or really anything that required you to be around big groups of people. But after being dragged to a party, you meet someone who seems determined to prove that you have an adventurous side as well.

Chapter Warnings: panic attack, anxiety, drinking, sexual harassment

Word Count: 1.5k

Prologue

“Please Y/n. You don’t even have to stay for that long.” Sitting on the floor of your apartment, you continued to track your eyes over the pages of your textbook. You weren’t really retaining any information, you hadn’t been since your roommate Wanda barged in five minutes ago and began pestering you to go to a frat party with her. 

“Seriously, a night out would be good for you. You don’t even have to talk to anyone, but at least leave this apartment. Honestly, it’s getting kinda sad that you just sit here with your books every night-” 

“OK.” You cut off her somewhat offensive rambling by roughly slamming your psychology textbook shut. “If you are so concerned about my social life I will, for forty five minutes, go to this party.” Wanda squealed and threw her arms around you. 

“Thank you, I promise once you get there you’ll have so much fun!” Your face remained neutral but inside your stomach was beginning to twist itself into a tight knot. There was a reason you didn’t really like parties, of course you wouldn’t judge your friends for going to as many as they could, they just weren't your scene. “-oh, I’m gonna call Nat, she can bring over some tops for you to try, let me grab my phone, I’ll be right back.” You didn’t realize you had zoned out long enough for Wanda to bring your other friend Natasha into the equation. When Wanda left the room you tried to distract yourself from spiraling by watching the rain dance against the window. This is “cozy romance novel reading” weather, not “get wasted with a bunch of randos” weather, you thought to yourself, but then instantly shook your head and brushed your glasses up to rub your eyes. Maybe you were in desperate need of a party. Or not. Because frat parties were the worst. The last one you were at was three years ago during your freshman year: you went in excited to try something new, and ended the night drenched in someone else’s beer, with tears running down your cheeks and mascara staining your face. You didn’t know who spilled beer on you, but the tears and mascara combination was courtesy of having to watch the guy you liked make out with not one, but three girls that night. To top it all off, one of your heels had snapped, forcing you to walk home in 30 degree weather with no shoes. So you weren’t a fan of frat parties, and maybe you shouldn’t base your judgements on one awful experience, but you had never been party type before and that night seemed like a sign from the universe confirming, “you and parties do NOT mix.” 

Wanda’s hurried footsteps interrupted the mental storm that had been picking up speed over the time she was absent. 

“Ok, Nat is on her way, and she’s bringing options for shirts, and I have this new pair of heels that would look so-” 

“No. No heels, sorry Wan.” You said somewhat sheepishly. You hadn’t known Wanda yet when you went through the frat debacle a couple years ago and for some reason you had elected to withhold that story from your two closest friends. You weren’t sure why you hadn’t brought it up, maybe you figured they would stop trying to force you to party every weekend, or maybe they would insist you give it another try. The latter is what you were afraid of, and knowing Nat and Wanda, the former was not likely to happen. 

Wanda gave you a curious look, but if she thought something was off she didn’t say anything. Instead, she ran to the door as a buzz sounded on the intercom. 

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An hour later, you were dressed in a long sleeved open back top, baggy jeans, and a pair of well loved (extremely dirty) shoes. Wanda and Nat practically dragged you out of your apartment and down the street, laughing and talking animatedly all while you stayed quiet and counted the yellow taxis that rushed past you.

When the three of you finally made it to the party, an inky darkness had settled over the city. The grass beneath your feet was still damp from that afternoon’s rain and you couldn’t help but frown at how humid it had become, dreading how suffocating it was going to be inside the house. 

“Do you wanna grab something to drink?” Nat yelled over the bass as you tried to squeeze through the crowded entryway. You were immediately overwhelmed, strobe lights were flashing against the walls, music was shaking the floor and hot, sweaty bodies kept bumping up against you. You closed your eyes in an attempt to somehow center yourself. After a few seconds of futilely waiting for a moment of peace, you let your eyelids flutter open and to your annoyance, Nat and Wanda were no longer standing beside you. You knew it wasn’t their fault, and that they would never intentionally leave you alone, but you couldn’t stop the panic that began rising in your chest from the absence of your two friends. Not knowing what else to do, you shouldered your way through the mass of drunk college students, searching for a quiet place to stand and look for Nat and Wanda. You had scouted out a small, unoccupied alcove under the stairs and made your way to it. Two steps and you would have gotten some reprieve from the chaos, but instead a tall body blocked your path and sharp brown eyes eyed you up and down. 

“Haven’t seen you at one of these yet.” His voice was slightly slurred and the mix of alcohol and cheap cologne pouring off of him was almost nauseating. “You lookin’ for someone to spend a little time with?” He asked inching closer and forcing you to press your back against the railing of the staircase. Now your breath was coming much too quick and the familiar numbness sprouting in your fingertips told you that you were on the verge of having a panic attack. You’d been through enough over the past years to recognize when one was coming. You also knew that if you could’t find a calm place to ground yourself in the next few minutes you were going to break down. With your mind in panic mode, you glanced over your shoulder and saw that the staircase you were pinned against led to a seemingly quiet hall. Deciding that was your only option, you shoved the guy’s chest and used his sluggish, drunken state as an opportunity to escape his grasp and head towards the stairs. You jumped over the “Stay Downstairs or Thor Will Kick Your Ass” sign that was haphazardly strung across the bottom entryway and took the stairs two at a time to get to the hall. There were no lights on in the corridor, but the strobes from the party downstairs provided you with enough light to find a doorknob. You desperately pushed on the door, but it was locked, so you ran to the next one, only to find yourself in the same situation. You didn’t notice the faint glow under the third door you tried and you almost cried in relief when the knob turned without any resistance.

You hurried into the room and closed the door, pressing your back against the cool wood and shutting your eyes. Starting at 100, you took a deep breath and exhaled counting backwards by three in your head. In your anxious state, you barely noticed the tears that were rushing down your cheeks. And you really had not noticed that you weren’t alone in this room. 

“Uh, is everything- are you ok?” A baritone voice caused your eyes to shoot open as you desperately tried to figure out its source through your blurred vision. Bringing your hands to your eyes you began to furiously wipe away the tears, ignoring the slight burning caused by the friction from your shirt against your skin. 

“Hey, whoah, hold on, you're gonna hurt yourself.” The voice said again, this time with more urgency. Suddenly, a pair of warm hands wrapped carefully around your wrists, gently pulling your hands away from your face. You were able to blink back enough tears to make out a head of blonde hair, broad shoulders, and kind blue eyes. The man in front of you continued to coax you down from your panic, and slowly the tears stopped falling while your breaths evened out. As embarrassed as you were that this kind man had to witness your anxiety attack you were grateful for his help. But just as you began to offer your thanks the door was thrown open, and a deep voice shouted over the blaring music downstairs. 

“Steve, what the hell are you doing locked away in your-” his words trailed off as his cerulean blue eyes landed on your tear stained face…

Chapter One coming this week!

tags~

@vicmc624 / @sjsmith56

[goodnight-siyeon]

Everybody Adores You | Jiu x GN! Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: i didn’t proofread 😔 but no other warnings

She was known all around the campus. Even if you didn’t share classes with her, you knew who she was. Jiu was everyone’s favorite person at your college. She was known for helping anyone she could. She tutored students, volunteered, made study groups, joined clubs, and anything else she could do. There were few people who disliked her bubbly personality.

Personally, you didn’t have many first hand experiences with her. Despite a shared math class in freshmen year, you hadn’t been around her much. However, on your first day of your junior year, you walked into one of your classes to see her sitting towards the front. Scanning the rows you realized that the only spot was next to her. As you walked towards her you too a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. Even though she was the sweetest girl, it was still nerve wracking to talk to her. Something about her smile when she talked or how she always made eye contact while listening to others made your stomach churn. Before you could even ask she motioned to the seat next to her, “Go ahead!” You smiled and thanked her quietly. “It’s been forever since we’ve had a class Y/N,” She turned to you, flashing her signature smile. The fact that she remembered your name stunned you. The only time you remember talking to her was for a group project but you were sure she didn’t remember. You nodded, “Yeah it has been. It’s nice to see you.” You pulled out your computer, ready for the lecture but she spoke up again. “Oh you got a new computer! That’s good because the old one was bothering you, right,” Once again, you didn’t even know how she remembered that. Your freshman year you still used the laptop given to you in high school. Once you reached college, the poor thing could barely last an hour. You smiled, “Yeah I finally saved up enough to get a new one.” The two of you kept talking until the professor walked in and began class.

“So she basically saved you a spot, remembered your name, and little details about you,” Your roommate, Yunjin squealed. You shrugged it off, “I don’t think she was saving the spot for me. Plus she remembers everyone so it’s nothing special.” Yunjin wasn’t having it. “Mhmmm, sure, nothing special,” She smirked and winked at you, making you roll your eyes.

A few days later, you were out for your usual morning walk since your class didn’t start until later. While walking, you could’ve sworn you heard someone tell your name. You took out your earbud and turned to see Jiu trying to catch up. “Y/N,” She said, waving at you. “Where are you headed,” She asks out of breath, having finally caught up with you. “Nowhere really. Just on a little walk,” You explained at she smiled brightly. “What about you?” She shrugged, “The same I guess! I wanted to feel the nice breeze today.” You both took a second to take in the cool breeze lightly brushing past you. “What are you listening to,” She asked, breaking the silence. Instead of answering, you handed her an earbud, which she gladly took. You continued walking with her, sharing light conversation and listening to music. After a while, you checked the time, “Oh I have to go get ready for class. This was nice though!” She smiled and nodded, “Let’s do it again?” You agreed and she gave you a quick hug before you left.

The entire class you couldn’t stop thinking about your interaction. She didn’t have to walk with you and she definitely didn’t have to hug you. You tried to remind yourself that it’s just who she is but you couldn’t hold your smile. You felt someone nudge your shoulder lightly, “Why are you smiling during a business lecture?There’s no joy in here.” Your friend, Yoohyeon, whined. You laughed at her comment, “I really do love learning about marketing!” The sarcasm in your voice was obvious so she ignored your comment. “Once this professor shuts up I’m gonna bug you until you tell me,” She whispered. Yoohyeon wasn’t wrong because the second you stepped out of class she brought it up. “So you like Jiu? Because that’s what I’m hearing,” She said, too loudly for your liking. “Girl keep it down,” You whispered. She laughed at your reaction, “She’s not hiding behind the bushes or something. You need to accept the fact that you like her!” Once again, any protests you made her shut down.

It had been a few days since you had seen Jiu. You were a little disappointed that you hadn’t run into her but you knew she was probably busy. So when you got ready for class, you felt yourself paying better attention to the way you dressed. “You’re gonna be late if you try on another outfit,” Yunjin called out from her bed. You sighed, knowing she was right, “Fine. I’m heading out!” “Good luck with your crush,” She yelled before you closed the door.

This time, she was definitely saving your spot. When you first entered class, someone had walked up to her. You assumed they would sit next to her so you started looking for other options. “Y/N,” Her bright voice grabbed your attention. You turned to see her pay the empty seat next to her. “Oh, thank you,” You said quietly as you sat down. “You don’t have to thank me. You always have a spot next to me,” She replied. The simple comment had your heart race. Sure she only meant in class but it felt like such a genuine compliment.

You got up early to go on a walk in the cool air that continued to blow. You chose a spot on the grass to sit, closing your eyes while listening to the sounds. A ding sounded from your phone, interrupting the peace. “Hey Y/N! It’s Jiu!! If you’re not busy, I’d love to hangout :)” Your smile grew as you read the text, already thinking of your reply. Of course you said yes, but you asked if she had any ideas for plans. “The school is showing a play tonight! We should go see it! Let’s meet at 7?” You knew your university had a good theater program but you hadn’t gotten the chance to actually check it out. The idea of going to see a play with Jiu made you want to giggle and kick your feet like a teenager.

Checking yourself for the millionth time, you headed downstairs to wait for Jiu. She was already waiting for you when you got off the elevator, “Ah Y/N! You look so good!” You smiled sheepishly as she clapped lightly. “Let’s head off,” She grabbed your hand, leading you out the doors. Throughout your walk to the theater you had different conversations but the warmth of her skin on your hand was too much for your brain to handle.

During the show, Jiu still kept your hand in hers, occasionally leaning over to whisper something. Once it was over, everyone stood and clapped. You were about to leave when she caught your arm, “I want to introduce you to some people.” You nodded and waited for a bit until some of the actors came out into the audience. One of the main girls noticed Jiu and walked over, “I’m so glad you made it!” The two hugged before she glanced towards you. She stuck out her hand, “Hi! I’m Sua! It’s nice to meet you.” You shook her hand, introducing yourself. They continued to talk but Jiu had one arm wrapped around your waist which caused some suspicion. “Wait I didn’t know you guys were,” Sua said, pointing between you and Jiu. “Oh not yet! I still need to ask them on a proper date,” Jiu smiled as if she didn’t just dropped a wild statement. You stared at her in shock which made her laugh. “I’ll see you later Sua! I think I have some explaining to do,” Jiu said, pulling you out of the theater.

“You like me,” You asked in disbelief. She nodded aggressively, “Oh yeah! I have for a while… since our first class. well maybe before that. I don’t know I just,” For the first time it seemed like she was the one struggling to find her words. “Can I kiss you,” You interrupted her rant, already stepped closer. She nodded, looking softly into your eyes as you closed the gap between you. As you kissed, you felt a few raindrops. She smiled into the kiss before pulling away, “This is really cliche of us.” You laughed, grabbing her hand and walking with her, “Maybe, but I like it.”

A/n: AHHHH i hope y’all liked this one i tried to make it a little longer than the others :)) i’m also probably gonna try different formats and groups (mainly svt, dreamcatcher, and other girl groups) let me know if you have requests!

[fourtharbiter]

October 5th, 2013.

Ten years ago today, the first formal Grindstone event happened on the Balmung server in Final Fantasy XIV. The game had only relaunched as A Realm Reborn a month and change earlier, but already the roleplaying community was coming together to establish, well, a community.

Originally started by the Eorzea Free Trade Company as a more low-key place for roleplay, there were only two rules if you wanted to participate: No killing, no magic. At the time, the community at large didn't really have a ton of lore to go on; Everything was new and exciting and not everybody had the means to level everything all at once. The ceiling for what people wanted to express in the play space was so high you couldn't really see it from the ground, and that's exactly where the Grindstone was designed to exist.

Let the High Mages have their omnipotence and unimaginable power. We just wanted to fight.

...I say "we" as if I was there from the beginning. I wasn't. I only heard about it some time later, and to demonstrate how immature I was as a roleplayer at the time, I thought the idea was kind of absurd on its face. Rolling dice to see if you succeed? That's entirely random! It's unfair! That means... GASP! I might LOSE to someone I feel I shouldn't! It's a mentality that I (and many others who got a better grasp of what the point of the event was) would grow out of. It wasn't about winning. It was about the writing.

Within the first year there was the expected churn of organizing and hosting an event; Volatility between players and factions, the fact that a weekly schedule in primetime meant your Saturdays were locked down if you wanted to stay consistent, real life getting involved and forcing absences or changes. Sigyn Shieldbreaker gave way to Sindl Arahan. Sindl gave way to a loose coalition of people familiar with the rules. For a brief period of time, the future of the event was uncertain. That's when I figured "Hell, I can do this."

Ta-da.

I have a lot of extremely fond memories at the Grindstone. I've got a lot of not-so-fond memories, too. More than that, so do a laundry list of other people. The Grindstone means a lot to me, but the fact that it also means so much to other people is really what makes me proud of what the event has achieved over the years. Strangers met and became friends. Sometimes more than that (I would still like an invite to the wedding when it happens). Stories were etched, characters were developed. People who had no idea what roleplaying was about walked by, saw a crowd and hung out. Every night was anyone's night, and everyone has a story to tell.

A fishing rod. A frying pan. Arrows tipped with paint. Someone fighting with hair brushes. Impossible come-from-behind victories. That time someone fighting for the first time winning the whole show. The several dozen times that happened, in fact. The time that one guy wrote "attaks with all his mite" and nearly won the night. That hand that got cut off. That lady who emoted giving birth on the sidelines. That kid who kept trying to fight. "FOOOOOORE!"

If you attended the Grindstone at any point of the years, at least one of those probably just touched a memory. That's the thing I keep thinking about as we're on the cusp of this event turning ten years old. Ten! The Grindstone's seen three US presidents, five English Prime Ministers, outlasted the Confederacy by twofold! Children who were not yet conceived when the first fights happened are now old enough for you to talk to and have a conversation with.

The list of names involved both in front of the curtain and behind it is entirely too long to name, or even recall. At least for me. I'm incredibly proud that folks have volunteered their time and their nights and their energy and efforts to make sure the Grindstone exists and will continue to do so. I'm happy that so many people, even if they only showed up once and didn't really like it, at least got to experience it. They got to take something away from it. The Grindstone got dropped into the middle of an extremely large lake and boy did we make some ripples.

Today is October 5th. It's not a date many people could recall many details about, but for me it's always going to be special, even if I wasn't actually there the first night. I hope that everyone who got to experience the Grindstone in their own way feels that way, too. That sometime when the air is just right and someone notices it's a Saturday night, that they can just know that the Grindstone is happening in the same place it always has been.

Everyone night is anyone's night. This coming Saturday, it's everyone's night.

[gorpiepng]

HAIII could u do romantic pilby x butterfly!reader hcs, like they both have a crush on eachother but pilby especially (hope i did this right lol)

🐛 pilby/butterfly reader

ahh tysm for requesting this!!! it’s so cute!! love the pilbsss. and dw, you did it right ^^

whenever you two are together within the confines of the shaky elevator, there’s always an awkward vibe hanging in the air. completely regardless of who else is with you— poob, infected, or anyone else can’t seem to waver that feeling with their upbeat personality. don’t get me wrong. you and pilby have been close friends ever since you made the first move, and it’s nothing short of one of the closest bonds you have on this godforsaken elevator

that being said when you start to notice pilby fiddling a lot more with their hands, their stutter becomes more noticeable, and they seem to go quiet frequently; that’s when you begin to suspect something’s up. normally pilby was VERY relaxed around you, yapping about the cool new finds they uncovered with mach on a different universe, but now it seems like they’re highly anxious about it

another giant giveaway was pilby’s flushed face. their face is as white as snow meaning any sort of blush is highly pigmented against their skin. and around you? it’s hard not to point it out, but you didn’t want to embarrass pilby, not yet knowing what the reason was

you wouldn’t say it directly to their face but you found their mannerisms cute. actually you found everything about pilby… adorable. the way their eyes lit up as they notice you’re in the elevator, the way their fluffy pink bangs poke out of their hat, everything down to the littlest of things. maybe you were a little biased as you were a bug yourself but that’s besides the point. the mutual feelings were all there but the big question was: who’d make the first move?

it started off with you gifting pilby little trinkets and whatnot, trying to get more comfortable showing different types of affection with them. and what you got in return? everything you gave, except x10. anything you give pilby they’ll find a way to give back even more. oh, you offhandedly mentioned something that you want, but are unable to get? the next time you see pilby, guess what they brought you. Just Guess

feeling a little more confident you began to brush your hand against pilby’s ever so slightly, watching them twitch out of the corner of your eye. you’d also brush your wings against them occasionally which they didn’t mind, as they thought your wings were just so beautiful. but any contact has their cheeks burning lol

if you’re not in the elevator with pilby, they talk about you. a lot. thanks to some of your friends who went through the experience, they 100% told you everything pilby said, including a small slip-up pilby made that immediately made them cover their mouth. it gave you the confidence you needed to finally confess

so when you scouted out pilby on their usual floor, flowers in hand, you were surprised to see pilby standing there— flowers in hand. a giddy smile made its way to your lips as pilby began to stutter an apology, utterly embarrassed and flustered at the situation. they weren’t the same type of flowers but having the same idea at the same time was such a weird coincidence

you manage to soothe pilby after a brief moment, exchanging flowers with stupid smiles on your face. they began to yap about why they got you those specific flowers, doing research on finding the best kind for butterflies, but you quickly shut them up with a tiny kiss on the cheek. it was effective immediately

the floor was about to end as your teammates all dash around the room, mach’s wheel having landed on “DEATH.” you wouldn’t be able to hang out with pilby just yet, but as you made your way back into the elevator, you glance over your shoulder and see pilby giving you a shy wave, looking as cute as ever now that they’re your partner.

[maiswrld222]

To Have You 14.02.2003

H. Hyunjin x Male Reader

Y/N is a new student at Hyunjins school and they meet on the bus. Hyunjin then realised the friendship between the two ruined his popularity image so he distances himself between him and y/n. But when Hyunjin realised he was blind all along and tries everything he can to win male reader’s heart, it becomes too late and Y/N’s heart belongs to someone else.

Genre: Angst, fluff (if you squint)

Songs to listen to while reading this book: 기다릴게 - Taekwoo

A/N: please listen to that song while you read this book :( i promise the experience will be rlly good

Hyunjin Pov:

How. How did I end up here. Standing lifeless as tears filled to the brim of my eyes. Seeing you.. with him.

A few months earlier~

Hearing my alarm clock singing to awaken me from my slumber was a signal for me to get ready. I hopped out of the thin sheets and did my routine for school as usual - brush my teeth, wash my face, brush my hair, and get into my school uniform. nothing too important as I don’t really mind how I look. walking down the stairs to greet my single-hard working mom and my little sister, I exit out the front door of my small house and walk to the bus stop.

Boarding my bus I sit where there were only two seats left. those seats being at the very back of the public vehicle. Watching the lifeless trees and boring people of the town pass by, the bus suddenly comes to a stop. the bus door then opens to the most beautiful boy I have seen in my entire life. you walked down the aisle and had no choice but to sit next to me. I stared at you in awe as you placed your black tote bag in between your oxford shoes. You turn to look at me to wave and introduce yourself.

“Hi. I’m y/n” accompanied yourself with the sweetest smile one has ever seen. Trying not to make the situation awkward I say hi and introduce myself back. “um I’m new to this school… do you mind if you show me around?” you say with shyness evident in your voice. “Of course. I’d love to.” I say back while giving a smile.

Showing you around was fun as we slowly got to know each other. being in this moment with you felt like a dream. though we’ve only met I’ve slowly come to realise that I like you.

Time skip to many months later~

we’ve been best friends for a while now. although those moments of friendship were deserved to be cherished I’ve come to realise this isn’t right. I’m straight. I’m a guy who is supposed to end up with a beautiful girl. I now start to notice the stares everyone gave us during our time of being friends together. well I mean I’m the most popular boy in school. And to be with a new student who’s a feminine boy, I couldn’t have let myself come to like you.

I asked to meet in the courtyard to have a talk. after the gut-wrenching talk i left you by yourself in the courtyard and left you all alone with tears brimming at your eyes. Even though this was for my popularity and image I did this for the better and to distance us apart.

A few weeks later~

Although I promised myself to distance from each other, I couldn’t help but stare at you between now and then. I was more that delighted to see you now with your new friend group. seeing you laugh and smile around them made me crazy for you. I also couldn’t help but pleasure myself often thinking about you. Deep down inside me ive always wanted to hold you, care for you, love you, and treat you like the you’re the most precious thing in the world.

We glanced at each other once and whilst you quickly looked away, I stayed in my position staring at you. I love you. so 1 day later until valentine’s day and it’s surprising that i’m the most popular boy in school with no valentines I had my eye on you. I was planning on proposing to you as I speak into my mind right now. It had to be perfect. The most perfect proposal ever.

Valentine’s day~

It was the day when I have come to my senses and propose to you. I had bought a $200 bouquet full of pink roses and a letter accompanied by it. it said :

Dear Y/N~

You held me close, you touched my skin, you brought more joy than you'll ever know. My soul was breach on a daily basis by your love. The sound of your voice made my heart swing on the stars. Your eyes were truly the window to my souls contentment, evolving every way possible. The life I had with you was golden and no man can ever take away the love I felt for you. Giving is a selfless act, one that doesn't happen often, but you made it a thing of beauty as well as a regularity. A sensuous smile to a passing glance, the mood was always perfect because you made me feel so happy. You made me laugh in a way that only babies can laugh and feel pure. Those were the happiest times of my life because of you.

I walked towards the corner you were at until I saw a boy in a grade above us named minho. I quickly hid behind the brick wall and peek while you and him conversed between each other. Then I saw him kiss you. My eyes widened at the sight of what was going to be mine, belonged to another man. So how. How did I end up here. Standing lifeless as tears filled to the brim of my eyes. Seeing you.. with him. I dropped the bouquet and letter and ran away from the school as fast as I could and to my luck it started to pour from the sky.

Thinking about what we could’ve been I walked for miles on the road wondering if you ever liked me the moment we met. My thoughts came to an end when I felt my body crash into what felt like an inevitable force. And all I saw was black.~

maybe part 2? ;)

- Mai 💋

[jwirecs]

Recommended NCT Fics of August 2022💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of august! hopefully these beautiful stories will have more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

And They Were Roommates || @tyonfs​​​🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ lee donghyuck’s competitive spirit to find the best girlfriend results with him setting his sights on yoo jimin, the hottest girl on campus. however, trying to get close to her ends up with him being pushed in her roommate’s direction. donghyuck has never considered dating someone as quiet as you, but, for whatever reason, he’s infatuated.

Changing Leaves || @lovesung127​​​​💕💔✅

↳ Autumn, the season you used to associate with the failure of your first relationship takes on a new meaning when you find yourself presented with a second chance. Alternatively, you and jisung break up in autumn and fall back in love in autumn.

Just Friends || @ahgase55g7​​​​​💕💔✅💯

↳ what happens when you wake up in someone else’s bed after getting drunk in a party?

Reckless Heroism || @gimmehyuck​​💕💔✅💯💯

↳ you've kept your secret for all of six months, mostly to keep your friends - him - safe. when he finds out, it puts your skills of truly wanting to keep him safe to the test. or in other words, he’s your mary jane. the damsel in distress. and he may or may not be happy about it

Silent Yearning || @gaiyofanfiction​​💕💔✅💯

↳ Ever since a traumatic experience happened to Donghyuck, his depression and anxiety caused him to turn mute as a way to cope. Now, having gone from one of the most popular boys in school to the school’s freak, he cuts everyone out from his life, trying to fly under the radar. That was, until you showed up and turned his whole life around. But was it for the better?

Sticky Situations || @mieohmy​​💕💔✅

↳ you never thought you’d be partners in crime with the red and blue spandex wearing hero who is not only your friend mark, but also the guy you secretly have a crush on.

Tired Eyes || @whiteteadreams​​💕💔✅💯

↳ You had “tired eyes” according to Yuta, no matter how much sleep you did or didn’t get the night before, your eyes always looked tired, and they will be the death of him. How they’re always glossed over and a bit droopy, he thinks they match your laidback but playful personality quite well. The first time he truly noticed your tired eyes was when you two were brushing your teeth at the same time during the first week of being roommates. You two made eye contact through the mirror and with a mixture of your tired eyes, mouthful of toothpaste, and slightly crooked smile, he felt his heart soar. 

You Are Worthy Of Being Loved || @j0hnj4ej3n​​💕💔✅

↳ no summary

Runway || @wincore​​ 🔞💕💔✅

↳ there are some things that come with dedicating your life to fashion: a taste for finer fabrics, a splash of love for art, and an appreciation of the human body. none of these are supposed to include the hottest model you have ever laid eyes on, or the fact that you completely, utterly hate his guts.

Unblock Your Heart || @ahgase55g7​​💕💔✅

↳ no summary (do recommend you to read it though!!! its beautiful)

Come Back Home || @jenosdaemi​ 🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ Your relationship with Johnny has been perfect for 2 years. He always made you feel loved and special. When with him, he always reminds you that you are the reason behind his success and happiness. Not until the media found out about your relationship and the Johnny you used to know started to change.

Gorgeous || @cattaeil​​​💕✅💯

↳ "and i'm so furious at you for making me feel this way but, what can i say? you're gorgeous"

Love In The Dark || @rosietaeyongswife​​​​💔✅

↳ taeyong was your perfect boyfriend ever since both of you have started dating. you were his first true love and his life wasn’t great when you were absent. taeyong gave you his all and everything you have ever needed but it wasn’t enough. people changes and develop while growin up, and maturing. more freuquent fights between you two are growing on both of you. issue with literally everything from your side was getting worst. taeyong gave you love, and you did love him but you couldn’t love him in the dark anymore.

Send My Love || @rosietaeyongswife​​​💔✅💯💯

↳ high school gave you a lot of opportunities to meet a lot of people and one of them was your beloved boyfriend. mark never failed you make you laugh or smile. he was your sunshine in life who leads you happily through it. but years passed and both of you were stuck as boyfriend-girlfriend while all your old high school friends were now about to get married. mark promised you marriage and wedding ring one day. as days passed you knew it was a lie and mark’s inmaturity made you go mad everytime you were talking. (hi, don’t mind me, imma just be lurking on your blog for more fics to read🥺)

Things I Do For You || @daegall​​💕✅💯

↳ no summary but spiderman!mark

I Love You || @neobowlingshoez​​💕💔✅

↳ after suffering from a heartbreak, y/n is thriving with a boyfriend and her two best friends by her side. but what happens when her ex comes back along with his friends? (when i tell you my jaw drop at that cheating part, it literally dropped. ooo child, bless)

Take My Hand || @markberries​💕✅

↳ when you and mark parted ways, you took forever to heal from it. when you see mark onstage again, you're not sure if you ever recovered in the first place.

Two Tickets to Paradise || @lattaeyongs​​​💕💔✅💯💯

↳ after your fiance leaves you at the altar, you’re devastated – but not devastated enough to cancel your honeymoon. instead, your best friend johnny accompanies you, and you start thinking that your fiance wasn’t right for you after all.

Keep On || @lisired​​​​ 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ All things love and commitment were feared upon by you - and for good reason. You kept a tight crew and let few people in, cynical of other’s intentions and leaving a trail of broken hearts in your wake. If you broke other people’s hearts first, they couldn’t break yours. And yet, it was all too easy falling for Johnny, digging yourself into a depthless hole of love. But he was no exception to your heartache games.

Rich Purity || @jenonctcity​​​🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Jeno often found that he had a lot of free time on his hands. Between going to his classes, studying, and going to the gym, he didn’t do much else apart from lounge around the apartment eating snacks. Not needing a part time job like his roommates because of his well-off parents, Jeno knew he had it easy, but it never got to his head, and he was always seen as the sweet, kind person he was. But this pact really threw his head into a spin. As he sat in class thinking about it, a lightbulb went off in his head as he saw you struggling with the work in the front of the class. You suddenly found yourself in a deal that threw your life into a spin. If you took Jeno’s virginity, he would give you tutoring for the rest of the semester. It was the deal of a lifetime to you, a handsome boy offering you sex and tutoring. But when you don’t end up sticking to the one-time sex thing, can you keep things strictly studying and sex with no feelings?

Traitor || @neowinestainedress​💔✅💯💯💯💯

↳ the worst kind of betrayals are the ones that happen unexpectedly and from the ones you love the most. Haechan never gave her a reason to believe he was a traitor. Their relationship never showed signs of cracking. But doing the most for someone you love doesn’t stop them from backstabbing and leaving you behind. (ASLKDJASLKJ I HAVE NO WORDS)

Ain’t Shit || @rosietaeyongswife​​​​​ 💕✅

↳ your husband is getting arested. you two were aranged marriage, so you don’t really care about him, or he doesn’t care about you. but money he made was gone, he took everything, when you need them. his friend come home with request from his boss aka. your husband. who knew trip to monks in japan made you realize how much your husband cared for you?

You Belong To Me || @kpopjust4u​​​​​​ 🔞💕💔✅

↳ Prompts: 51 - “Touch them, and we’re going to have problems” 69 - “Can’t keep my hands off of you” 163 - “I’m protective over what’s mine”

Crush Culture || @suhnshinehaos​​💕✅

↳ ln yn has always flirted with huang renjun. but they do that with literally everyone else too, they couldn’t possibly be serious about pursuing him, right? on their final year of university, yn is determined to show that they are. with all the walls that renjun has built around himself, will they be strong enough to succeed in tearing them down?

Heart Is Lost and Lonely, But With You There’s Forever Only || @purinpeach​💕💔✅💯

↳ fumbling between racing tracks and loving kisses, the hopeless romantic in jeong jaehyun still remains hopeful in the promise that forever brings to him, and to you.

We Ridin’ || @zh-lele​💕💔✅💯

↳ Two young people fall in love despite the rivalry of their racing teams.  The smallest mistakes you make will leave the biggest regrets.

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[orions-athenaeum]

When You're Smiling- Prologue

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x F!reader

Synopsis: Throughout your life you have been labeled "boring" because of your quiet, thoughtful attitude. For example, you weren't a fan of parties, frats or really anything that required you to be around big groups of people. But after being dragged to a party, you meet someone who seems determined to prove that you have an adventurous side as well.

Chapter Warnings: panic attack, anxiety, drinking, sexual harassment

Word Count: 1.5k

Prologue

“Please Y/n. You don’t even have to stay for that long.” Sitting on the floor of your apartment, you continued to track your eyes over the pages of your textbook. You weren’t really retaining any information, you hadn’t been since your roommate Wanda barged in five minutes ago and began pestering you to go to a frat party with her. 

“Seriously, a night out would be good for you. You don’t even have to talk to anyone, but at least leave this apartment. Honestly, it’s getting kinda sad that you just sit here with your books every night-” 

“OK.” You cut off her somewhat offensive rambling by roughly slamming your psychology textbook shut. “If you are so concerned about my social life I will, for forty five minutes, go to this party.” Wanda squealed and threw her arms around you. 

“Thank you, I promise once you get there you’ll have so much fun!” Your face remained neutral but inside your stomach was beginning to twist itself into a tight knot. There was a reason you didn’t really like parties, of course you wouldn’t judge your friends for going to as many as they could, they just weren't your scene. “-oh, I’m gonna call Nat, she can bring over some tops for you to try, let me grab my phone, I’ll be right back.” You didn’t realize you had zoned out long enough for Wanda to bring your other friend Natasha into the equation. When Wanda left the room you tried to distract yourself from spiraling by watching the rain dance against the window. This is “cozy romance novel reading” weather, not “get wasted with a bunch of randos” weather, you thought to yourself, but then instantly shook your head and brushed your glasses up to rub your eyes. Maybe you were in desperate need of a party. Or not. Because frat parties were the worst. The last one you were at was three years ago during your freshman year: you went in excited to try something new, and ended the night drenched in someone else’s beer, with tears running down your cheeks and mascara staining your face. You didn’t know who spilled beer on you, but the tears and mascara combination was courtesy of having to watch the guy you liked make out with not one, but three girls that night. To top it all off, one of your heels had snapped, forcing you to walk home in 30 degree weather with no shoes. So you weren’t a fan of frat parties, and maybe you shouldn’t base your judgements on one awful experience, but you had never been party type before and that night seemed like a sign from the universe confirming, “you and parties do NOT mix.” 

Wanda’s hurried footsteps interrupted the mental storm that had been picking up speed over the time she was absent. 

“Ok, Nat is on her way, and she’s bringing options for shirts, and I have this new pair of heels that would look so-” 

“No. No heels, sorry Wan.” You said somewhat sheepishly. You hadn’t known Wanda yet when you went through the frat debacle a couple years ago and for some reason you had elected to withhold that story from your two closest friends. You weren’t sure why you hadn’t brought it up, maybe you figured they would stop trying to force you to party every weekend, or maybe they would insist you give it another try. The latter is what you were afraid of, and knowing Nat and Wanda, the former was not likely to happen. 

Wanda gave you a curious look, but if she thought something was off she didn’t say anything. Instead, she ran to the door as a buzz sounded on the intercom. 

__________________________________________

An hour later, you were dressed in a long sleeved open back top, baggy jeans, and a pair of well loved (extremely dirty) shoes. Wanda and Nat practically dragged you out of your apartment and down the street, laughing and talking animatedly all while you stayed quiet and counted the yellow taxis that rushed past you.

When the three of you finally made it to the party, an inky darkness had settled over the city. The grass beneath your feet was still damp from that afternoon’s rain and you couldn’t help but frown at how humid it had become, dreading how suffocating it was going to be inside the house. 

“Do you wanna grab something to drink?” Nat yelled over the bass as you tried to squeeze through the crowded entryway. You were immediately overwhelmed, strobe lights were flashing against the walls, music was shaking the floor and hot, sweaty bodies kept bumping up against you. You closed your eyes in an attempt to somehow center yourself. After a few seconds of futilely waiting for a moment of peace, you let your eyelids flutter open and to your annoyance, Nat and Wanda were no longer standing beside you. You knew it wasn’t their fault, and that they would never intentionally leave you alone, but you couldn’t stop the panic that began rising in your chest from the absence of your two friends. Not knowing what else to do, you shouldered your way through the mass of drunk college students, searching for a quiet place to stand and look for Nat and Wanda. You had scouted out a small, unoccupied alcove under the stairs and made your way to it. Two steps and you would have gotten some reprieve from the chaos, but instead a tall body blocked your path and sharp brown eyes eyed you up and down. 

“Haven’t seen you at one of these yet.” His voice was slightly slurred and the mix of alcohol and cheap cologne pouring off of him was almost nauseating. “You lookin’ for someone to spend a little time with?” He asked inching closer and forcing you to press your back against the railing of the staircase. Now your breath was coming much too quick and the familiar numbness sprouting in your fingertips told you that you were on the verge of having a panic attack. You’d been through enough over the past years to recognize when one was coming. You also knew that if you could’t find a calm place to ground yourself in the next few minutes you were going to break down. With your mind in panic mode, you glanced over your shoulder and saw that the staircase you were pinned against led to a seemingly quiet hall. Deciding that was your only option, you shoved the guy’s chest and used his sluggish, drunken state as an opportunity to escape his grasp and head towards the stairs. You jumped over the “Stay Downstairs or Thor Will Kick Your Ass” sign that was haphazardly strung across the bottom entryway and took the stairs two at a time to get to the hall. There were no lights on in the corridor, but the strobes from the party downstairs provided you with enough light to find a doorknob. You desperately pushed on the door, but it was locked, so you ran to the next one, only to find yourself in the same situation. You didn’t notice the faint glow under the third door you tried and you almost cried in relief when the knob turned without any resistance.

You hurried into the room and closed the door, pressing your back against the cool wood and shutting your eyes. Starting at 100, you took a deep breath and exhaled counting backwards by three in your head. In your anxious state, you barely noticed the tears that were rushing down your cheeks. And you really had not noticed that you weren’t alone in this room. 

“Uh, is everything- are you ok?” A baritone voice caused your eyes to shoot open as you desperately tried to figure out its source through your blurred vision. Bringing your hands to your eyes you began to furiously wipe away the tears, ignoring the slight burning caused by the friction from your shirt against your skin. 

“Hey, whoah, hold on, you're gonna hurt yourself.” The voice said again, this time with more urgency. Suddenly, a pair of warm hands wrapped carefully around your wrists, gently pulling your hands away from your face. You were able to blink back enough tears to make out a head of blonde hair, broad shoulders, and kind eyes. The man in front of you continued to coax you down from your panic, and slowly the tears stopped falling as your breaths evened out. As embarrassed as you were that this saint of a man had to witness your anxiety attack you were grateful for his help. But just as you began to offer your thanks the door was thrown open, and a new, deep voice shouted over the blaring music downstairs. 

“Steve, what the hell are you doing locked away in your-” his words trailed off as his steel blue eyes landed on your tear stained face…

Chapter One coming this week!

[fluffimemes]

Too Close - [22] confrontation

You look at Solomon's last message in disbelief. He was coming over. The person who made you need Satan's comfort was coming over. Just from the thought formed a headache.

Putting the mug in the sink, you threw cold water on your face as if it would wash your problems away. Maybe Thirteen was lying about Solomon. Maybe she made those messages up. Maybe-

You stopped the incoming thoughts. It was just you not wanting to believe that Solomon would ruin your relationship with Thirteen.

Looking around the dorm, you tried to find a distraction for yourself, trying not to think about the storm of emotions in your brain.

Luckily, but also, unfortunately, there was a knock on the door. Your heart dropped, slowly making your way to the door.

The thought of confronting Solomon crossed your mind. It's a good idea, but a painful one.

Opening the door revealed your best friend, Solomon. He looked relieved upon seeing you, indicated by his sagging shoulder. You hold the door knob tighter, trying to stabilize your emotions.

"I'm glad to see that you're alright," Solomon smiles at you. You only smile back, moving a bit so that he can enter.

"Is everything okay now? Do you feel fine?" Solomon bombards you with questions about your wellbeing. Before, you would've laughed it off. Now... Now you feel tense with him. What if he's just being manipulative? What if he just wants to witness your life crumbling apart?

"Y/N?" Solomon brushes a thumb over the corner of your eye, probably wiping a water droplet off. He feels you tense under his touch.

"What's wrong?" His eyebrows furrow. You try to look at his eyes, but you find it to be too much for you.

Finally, you collect your strength but only for a bit, "T-Thirteen..."

Solomon becomes a bit surprised at the mention of your ex's name, "What about Thirteen? Did she do anything to you?"

You let out a shaky breath, "She told me about what you did."

For a split second, his expression falls before he maintains it again. "Tell you about what?" He asks innocently.

You hold the hem of your shirt tightly, looking at him in the eyes. "You know what you did, Solomon. You sent that break-up text through her phone," You try to sound confident, "Why... Why did you do that? I trusted you..."

Solomon shakes his head, "She probably made that up, Y/N. Come on, let me get you some water."

You stop him. "No! She showed me the messages. I know she is not the type of person to make shit up!" You glared at him.

He looks at you with an unreadable expression. "Even if I did all of that, what would be my motive?" He asks, his tone holds no longer the warmth that you're used to.

You blink, unable to think of anything. "...Maybe you like Thirteen..?"

Solomon looks offended now, "Really? After everything, you still can't see it?"

"See what?!" You're done with the back and forth, "Just tell me Solomon!"

"We have known each other for the longest time, and during that time, I have loved you, and I still do," he's exasperated now, "How have you never noticed?"

"W-What..?" You take a step back from the reveal.

"Do you remember that group of friends that you used to hang out with? Have you ever wondered why they started leaving you?" He asks, crossing his arms.

In fact, you do remember having a couple of friends that left you. It all started with one special friend. They gave you a bouquet of flowers along with a box of chocolat one day. It was a new experience that left you quite flustered. Yet the next day, the same friend stopped talking to you, ignoring and avoiding you at all costs. They told your friend group some rumors. Soon, the only friend you had was Solomon.

He was there for you the entire time, comforting you whenever the confusion of what occurred overwhelmed. The memory became blurry since you wanted to forget what happened that day. You never understood what you did wrong until today.

"You... You did that?" You asked in disbelief, the headache from earlier coming back.

Solomon's blank expression turns to a soft one, "I did it for you. For us." Suddenly, he wrapped you in a hug while you stood frozen.

After processing everything, you pushed him away. "Why did you do that?! When they left... When they all left, I kept asking myself what I did wrong," Your voice starts to become shaky.

"But-" Solomon starts to speak, but you cut him off.

"All because you say you love me! Do you really? If I loved someone, I wouldn't spread rumors about them, so they felt all alone!" Tears start welling up in your eyes.

"You don't understand my feelings," Solomon says simply, as if you're not about to have another mental breakdown.

"Stop it!" You yell at him, wanting him to shut up.

Solomon opens his mouth to talk again, but there's a knock on the door.

You didn't realize you left the door open. At the doorway stood Lucifer with his usual intimidating aura.

"Solomon, you should leave," he said sternly.

"Lucifer? What are you doing here?" Solomon scoffs. "As part of the student council, it's my duty to see if everyone is in their respected dorms," Lucifer answers with a glare, "Now leave."

Solomon looked at you before leaving, knowing that Lucifer wouldn't relent on his order.

Once he left, you leaned against the wall, running a hand through your hair.

You feel a pat on your head, opting for you to look up. It's Lucifer patting your head, giving you a once in a blue moon smile.

"Come, I'll bring you to bed," he said simply. You followed, having no energy anymore.

A/N: ME WHEN I UPDATE?!?! WOAHHH

Sorry guys, I have been really unmotivated to write holy shit

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[queenofmistresses]

If you have time:

Zekina - timeless

A/n hope you like it!! This took me so long and it was so worth it!!

It was in 6th grade the Zeke fell in love with Tina. He was new, and scared out of his goddamn mind about a new school (again) and just wanted to fit in. Being a hall monitor (as she proudly told him) she gave him a tour around wagstaff, looking after him the whole day, she was very attentive the entire day. She introduced him to Jimmy Junior and both her siblings, and spent the whole day being sweet and kind in a way he didn’t experience before. Other schools never bothered showing him around with any kind of dedication, knowing that he could be moving again any time soon, but even when Zeke tried to insist it was necessary because of this, Tina just brushed him off, telling him how much she enjoyed her hall monitor duties and proceeded to what he still refers to as the best tour ever.

In 8th grade things got increasingly complicated and he squashed his feelings down deep. After her birthday party, he got an excited call from Jimmy Junior about his first ever kiss. With Tina Belcher. He could tell how happy J-Ju was about it, and he was never the type to go after his best mate’s girl, so he tried to forget it. Unfortunately it wasn’t that easy.

The mad pooper incident? He didn’t like to talk about it, but everyone remembers that. Then there was the day of his Grandmother’s surgery. He swears he’s never loved her more than that moment. So much so he practically confessed it, by telling her how determined he is for them to be married. Then the science fair incident. Not his first kiss (to his disappointment) but definitely the best kiss he had had so far in his life. He spent many years thinking about that kiss. Asking himself so many questions. Why had she kissed him? Him of all people? Yes she’d kissed J-Ju as well, but she hadn’t kissed anyone else. Did it mean something?

It wasn’t until a couple years into high school that Tina saw Zeke differently. She had decided she finally has enough of the on and off again relationship with Jimmy Junior and broke up with him for the last time, making that point very clear to him. After that she lost some friends, realising they only hung out with her because of Jimmy Junior. Some of them she was glad to be gone, the likes of Tammy and Jocelyn, but others she missed. And honestly? She missed being friends with Jimmy Junior. It was weird.

But one day her science teacher paired her up with Zeke, and she felt awful. Her mind was riddled with thoughts of regret and humiliation. Knowing he was friends with Jimmy Junior and hating that he was put into this position. But she played nice and invited him to her house to do the work.

They sat down on her bedroom floor with various pieces of paper and stationary surrounding them, an awkward silence filling the air.

“Okay look I’m just gonna say it now so it’s out there otherwise I’m not going to be able to think about anything else. I’m so sorry that you got paired with me, I know I’m the last person you want to work with. I-if we separate the work out to things we have to do then we don’t even really have to work together and I can just put it all together at the last minute and you’ll never have to speak to me again! And then you won’t have to deal with me.” She blurts out in one breath, desperately avoiding eye contact with him.

He’s just confused. “You- what? Why wouldn’t I want to be around you?!” He looks at her in shock, having spent the last few months missing her like hell.

“Because Jimmy Junior’s your best friend. And I broke up with him. And I’m… horrible?” She whispers the last part out, not entirely sure she’s getting her point across.

He sighs and brings a hand to his face, trying to rub the worry out of his features. “T-bird, you’re not horrible. And yeah J-Ju’s my best friend, but he wasn’t good to you. I don’t know why, he doesn’t like to talk about it, but the point is that’s not your fault. You deserve better, I don’t blame you for breaking up with him.” He admits, desperate to show her that he wants to be friends again.

But that just confuses Tina more, “Then why did you stop talking to me?”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk to me! I mean come on girl I let it happen! I watched him treat you like garbage and I didn’t do anything!” He looks away from her. “I couldn’t blame you for not wanting to hang around me anymore.”

Tina blinks. And blinks again. And just for good measure, to make sure she had really processed what he’s just said to her, she blinks once more. “So we both blamed ourselves but wanted to keep hanging out?” She asks slowly, still wrapping her head around the new information herself. He looks up at her and she can’t read his face for a moment. But then he laughs. And it’s the most beautiful, kind, relieved laugh she has ever heard. She starts laughing too, just as relieved.

When they calm down they look at each other just smiling for a small moment before Zeke finally speaks again, “So… friends again? I’ve missed you T-bird. It’s not the same without you.” He says and she blushes, feeling incredibly embarrassed and confused as to why she does, but she nods, and sees as even more relief fills his eyes and watches how his entire body relaxes.

Eventually they manage to start some work, after a long overdue catch up on each other’s lives. It’s one of Tina’s favourite days to think back to.

Much to both of their strain, they don’t do anything about their obvious-to-everyone-but-themselves crushes on each other for another year. Tina’s affections for Zeke grow stronger and stronger every day and she finds herself quickly falling harder than she ever did for any of her other boy obsessions in the past. Certainly more than Jimmy Junior.

And Zeke, well he’s as whipped as day 1. He spends every moment he can with her, helping her with school work, taking her to the movies any time she mentions a film she wants to watch, taking her to the aquarium after school at least once a week, driving her to and from school.

Jimmy Junior can’t even find himself to be upset at the fact that Zeke spent so much time with her than him, not once he’d finally seen them interact in person, and watched how much genuine love and affection was in his best friends eyes when looking at her. And seeing how much more love was in Tina’s eyes than he had ever seen, it stung a little but he couldn’t help but smile and tell Tammy to shut up when she tried to make a comment.

Thanks to this Tina and Jimmy Junior even managed to find a way to feel comfortable around each other again, even feeling like friends for the first time in a long time.

They finally made it official when Zeke got offered a scholarship at one of the best culinary schools in the state. He had made it! He was able to go to his dream school and he finally had a chance to make his dreams come true.

To absolutely no-one’s surprise, the first thing he did when he found it was race to Tina’s house. She opened the door and tackled him into the tightest hug she could, the moment he told her the news. “I’m so proud of you Zeke. You did it!!” She breathed out, squeezing him impossibly tighter.

He pulls back slightly to look her in her eyes, his big grin fading into something softer when he could see how happy she was for him. “T, I-” He begins but she cuts him off, a surge of bravery coursing through her as she presses her lips against his in a searing kiss. She desperately tried to pour every emotion, every word she had tried to say so many times, into this one act of affection. Zeke felt it all and took everything she was giving him with no hesitation. They both felt as though they were drowning. Forgetting everything else in the world around them but each other.

When they finally come up for air they just look at each other, their breaths mixing with each other in an almost suffocating but enticing way. “I love you Zeke.” She whispers, watching his face grow into an even happier grin than when he first arrived, before he whispers back the same thing, softer and more heartfelt than anything she imagined in her dreams.

They kiss again, with even more passion and if Jimmy Junior feels himself tearing up a little from his position in his restaurant, he certainly won’t tell them that.

When they both go off to college they’re sad to not be as close, but they call every day, text basically 24/7 and they visit each other as often as they can. Neither of them have a moment of doubt through it all. They talk about the future a lot, their from their greatest ambitions to the small moments they’re looking forward to.

Tina starts looking at houses and dreaming of sharing it with him every day. Her writing improves tenfold thanks to how head over heels in love she is, and she takes inspiration from her devoted boyfriend to stream it into every piece of work she does.

The next big moment in their lives is when they both graduate. Zeke graduates with an offer to work at an extremely high end restaurant- thanks to many glowing reviews from professors, and Tina graduates with an offer to publish a book of hers, they couldn’t be more happy with their lives. Especially once they find an apartment for them to live in together. They truly make the place their own and they’re favourite parts of the day are waking up in each others arms, and when Zeke comes home from work and they can see each other again.

After a year of living together, Zeke proposes. He prepares Tina’s favourite meal, lights her favourite scented candles, wears a suit, buys her a new dress, and plays her favourite songs. Just them. In their first home. Years after Tina fell in love with him, and even longer after Zeke fell in love with him. He tries to do a whole speech, but he splutters as tears fill his eyes and his voice breaks. Tina cries too. At first she can’t get the words out, nodding furiously, until she’s finally able to squeak out a small, “yes”, and Zeke slides the ring onto her finger.

10 months later they both cry again as they desperately try to get their wedding vows out. There isn’t a single dry in the house then either. Even louise doesn’t bother hiding it.

2 years later, Tina gives birth to 2 beautiful girls. Zeke says she has never looked as beautiful as when she held those girls in her arms for the first time. There are tears in everyone’s eyes then as well.

Zeke is the best girl dad ever. His entire life is devoted to his girls, and he is not afraid for everyone to know it. He makes sure that all of his girls always feel how strongly and ferociously he loves them all, and how much he would sacrifice for them all if it would just make them smile.

At 89 years old Zeke goes to bed, lying next to his adoring wife, and passes away in his sleep. When Tina calls the ambulance, almost hysterically, they tell her that she died with no pain and in peace. She cries more then, than she ever has before. Their children cry when they hear the news, and so do their grandchildren. Their great-grandchildren don’t quite understand but they cry as well.

His funeral is filled with nothing but loving stories from everyone who ever knew him.

6 months later and it’s Tina’s turn. She swears she can feel it coming that day, and wonders if he knew too. Thinking back to that day. She’s convinced he hugged her just that little bit tighter, loved her that little bit louder. And maybe he didn’t but spending her last day thinking about every beautiful moment spent with her love is exactly what she wants to be doing.

Her death is peaceful and painless. There’s even a small smile on her face as she closes her eyes and lets sleep consume her one last time

[taytrashmouth]

Consent

Eddie Munson x female reader

TW: issues surrounding consent, lack of self-confidence, tears.

You had been in relationships before, serious ones, flings, one night stands, situationships, the list went on, the point is you had a fair amount of experience.

Eddie Munson was your latest relationship and Lately you’d notice him asking before he did anything remotely affectionate, looking back he did it when you were friends too.

“Do you mind?” He’d ask before putting his arm around your shoulder, or “can I sit here?” Before cuddling up next to you when watching a movie. When you had your first kiss, a moment before he asked “can I kiss you?” Although he was already inches away from your face.

He always gave you room to back out if you were uncomfortable. This wasn’t a bad thing, it’s just that nobody had ever asked you questions like this before, it was always you asking “are you sure?” Before clothes became a thing of the past or glances indicating the next move…

But with Eddie he always checks first…does he need reassurance? Obviously you were into him, I mean you just didn’t understand why he kept asking.

It was 6 months into your relationship when the movie you were both watching in the trailer was forgotten and you were facing Eddie, sitting on his lap wrapping your legs around his torso. His hands brushed up and down your back as you kissed.

You moved your hands to the rim of his shirt, breathlessly breaking away. “You sure?” You asked. He nodded and you pulled the material over his head.

Your hands traced his chest when his hands reached your shirt now. He broke away from your lips once more.

“May I?” He asked. You threw your head back.

“What?” He asked, looking confused.

“Ed’s! I just asked you if it was okay, why- I mean why do you always ask me if I’m okay with everything.” You sighed, genuinely confused, exaggerating the topic.

He half laughed. “You asked me the same didn’t you?” He frowned.

“Yeah but I don’t ask to hold your hand or kiss you- I just- is it not obvious I like you?” You stumbled.

He smiled slightly. “You do make it fairly obvious….” He trailed off his face twisting as he spoke. “Has nobody ever asked you if you were okay with what they were doing?” He frowned.

“No.” You shook your head.

Eddie’s face looked concerned, caring and almost sad, he looked sick.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Do you ask other people?” He questioned.

“Of course but I just assumed it was a mutual agreement after that, I don’t expect anyone to ask me.” You explained, feeling weirdly emotional.

Eddie looked upset, almost mad.

“I’m sorry, I- I wasn’t trying to upset you-“

“N/n…you didn’t upset me.”

“I did- I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to make you mad.”

“I’m just angry at anyone who ever touched you without asking and thought that was okay…” he whispered.

Tears filled your eyes, you started to realize the gravity of the situation but at the same time couldn’t understand why anyone would care to ask you.

“B-but Ed’s I-“ you stumbled.

“Don’t I deserve to be asked before something happens?” Eddie asked, a gentle look on his face.

“Of course Ed’s.” You shook your head.

“Then why don’t you think you deserve the same?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know, because I’m me…It’s different you’re you, and you’re perfect, and sweet and-“ your tears had started to fall.

“Sweetheart…” Eddie wiped your tears. “You are the most perfect person I’ve ever known, and I will make it my new quest to make you see that. You’re the kindest, most generous, funny, brave and Hottest woman I have ever known.” Eddie explained.

You let out a chocked laugh as Eddie wiped your cheeks again.

“Now may I kiss you?” He smiled.

You smiled too and nodded as his lips met yours.