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I'm a bit curious was it ever confirmed that Shaun and Ian interacted with one another or met before the eventual breakup between Ian and MC. If not what are some of your headcanons on this matter would they have gotten along at all?

Actually, yes, it has been confirmed that Shaun and Ian knew each other before Ian and MC broke up in this comic posted over on the official Sunny Day Jack twitter!

Credit as always to Sauce for their awesome artwork and for giving us this hilarious glimpse into college age Ian and Shaun. Consider supporting them and the rest of the SnaccPop Studios team by joining the patreon for even more lore tidbits I can't even mention publicly. Just remember, don't share anything privately posted!

While a lot of teaser/development art should be taken with a grain of salt, if it appears on one of the official pages, it's a pretty safe bet that it's canon to the timeline of the game.

So this comic, also drawn by the awesome Sauce, while hilarious, may or may not be canon.

I think it's a pretty safe bet to say that Ian did not pass Shaun's vibe check.

The first comic certainly makes it clear that Shaun didn't find Ian attractive considering the way he reacted. Maybe it's due to jealousy (I don't think Shaun wants to think about his crush having sex with someone else) or maybe it's because of Ian's bad taste in anime. Who can say?

Content Warnings: This post contains talk of cheating, jealousy, drinking in excess, (unintentional) self-harm, near death experience, SA, issues with sex, and toxic relationships.

I suspect that these two just didn't get along. Between Shaun suffering from jealousy due to his crush and the two of them having different tastes, they were probably only friendly to one another for MC's sake.

I would imagine that Shaun's opinion on Ian took an extreme nosedive when they found out Ian cheated on MC.

Man... can you imagine how much pain Shaun has been through? He had to watch his best friend/crush be happy with someone else... then get devastated by being cheated on. The worst part was if he had bad vibes from Ian from the start, but he ignored his gut feelings for MC's sake.

When it comes to my personal headcanons that I use for Sunshine in Hell... Shaun and Ian had friction since the first day Alice introduced the two of them.

It wasn't just Shaun being jealous of Ian either. Ian was jealous of Shaun too!

Ian has always suffered from a low sense of self-esteem. Shaun, by comparison, is much more well put together, more outgoing, and has this natural charisma that draws people to him. Shaun is just so likable that he gets a lot of attention and friends. For years, Ian was the exact opposite of that, which led to him being bullied and degraded often.

So one day Alice, his childhood friend and partner, is super excited to introduce Ian to her new friend. Shaun and Alice have a lot in common, and it was very visible in the early years of college when Alice was in the middle of her pastel goth phase. Shaun and Alice had a love for horror movies, cats, the goth aesthetic, and a whole bunch of other things. They clicked so quickly, and it scared Ian a little.

It didn't help that Alice had trouble making friends like Ian did. They had that in common, something that gave them a sort of understanding that no one else could intrude on. Now that they were in college they started making more friends, and that was a good thing, really! But Alice clicked with Shaun about as fast as she did with Ian.

In the 1st grade, one day Alice mustered up the courage to talk to Ian in order to cheer him up. After that they started talking every day and they were besties ever since. From there, they started dating. She's never really clicked with anyone else so fast like she did with Ian...

Until Shaun, that is.

Ian kept comparing himself to Shaun, unfavorably. He kept worrying about Alice falling for Shaun instead since, well, clearly Shaun had so much more than Ian had to offer. Why wouldn't she? What didn't help his insecurities was the fact that they had been a couple since high school, but they still hadn't had sex yet.

I integrated the comic into part of Alice and Ian's troubled sex life. The depicted instance was Ian's attempt at making things romantic so that they could finally go all the way.

It took them a while to start being sexually intimate due to their mutual lack of practical knowledge and Alice's SA trauma. She was very cuddly with Ian, not afraid to kiss him or go into a make out session, but she struggled to go further than that for a long time. It left Ian struggling with insecurities, fearing that he wasn't attractive to her despite her constantly reassuring him that wasn't the case.

Really, it was that insecurity and self-blame that pushed Alice to go further than she was ready for, to pretty painful results that she learned to just accept as part of the experience.

Alice is the type of person who can't be comfortable with people touching her unless she trusts them. However, when she gets close to someone, she can get pretty cuddly, even with her friends, giving them hugs often. So, for Ian, seeing his girlfriend get comfortable hugging another guy... someone he might have noticed looking at her a certain way...

Well, getting cockblocked on his rocky road to losing his virginity didn't help Ian see Shaun in a more favorable light.

Really, this was an incident that pushed Ian to be a bit more possessive of Alice. He was already struggling with the fact that his partner was sharing a dorm with someone else, but for Shaun to just casually walk into her bedroom like that without knocking? Ian certainly had permission to come in there without Alice knowing since he's her boyfriend, and he was planning to surprise her with a romantic evening, but how long had Shaun been just letting himself into her private space so casually?

Ian didn't believe that Alice was cheating on him, but what if Shaun decided to take advantage of her? What if this casual blurring of their living space led to feelings blooming?

What if Alice realized that Shaun was so much better than Ian in every way?

This led to Ian asking Alice to move into an apartment with him, even if it cost them money. He was able to feel more secure when they were living together, and he could be the one going into her bedroom at any hour of the day to be with her instead of someone else.

Shaun did try to befriend Ian, but it seemed like every time they hung out, something would rub him the wrong way. He did his best to be happy for Alice and Ian in their relationship, but it wasn't just Ian's shit taste in anime that struck Shaun as a red flag.

It didn't take Shaun long to notice a pattern in Ian and Alice's relationship. Ian would be down on himself, even cry and apologize for being inadequate, and Alice would reassure him. It seemed like every day, he saw this happen at least once. He tried reassuring Ian as well when he could, but after a while it gets tiring to try and lift someone up who keeps dragging himself down. Shaun would suggest Ian try therapy, and Ian would insist it wouldn't work, he was hopeless, and it wasn't worth wasting money on.

It was only when Alice showered Ian with love, and when their mutual friends bent backwards to cheer him up, that Ian would perk up again.

Shaun saw the red flags going up, how Ian was so needy for Alice and it was wearing on her. She went out of her way for Ian all the time, doing so much more because Ian "needed" her.

What made it worse was that Shaun saw how unbalanced their relationship was, how Alice gave Ian so much more than Ian gave back. Because Ian was so clingy, Alice had to often cancel meet ups with friends at the last minute, citing that he was having a bad day and needed her. Yet, on days when Alice was feeling like shit, she just kept powering through, pretending nothing was wrong. It took Shaun a lot of effort to pry her into leaning on him, and he'd even go out of his way to do stuff for her without her asking, like buying her lunch when she was so overworked she forgot to bring any.

Shaun worried for Alice because she was his friend, and she didn't deserve this sort of treatment. It was like she had become Ian's emotional crutch. Regardless of his attraction towards her, regardless if they could ever get together, he wanted her to be happy.

Shaun's opinion of Ian slowly deteriorated over time, but it turned into downright hate when Ian cheated on Alice, especially after she almost died because of it.

It was just a normal night when Shaun got a phone call from Ian. It was about Alice of course. It was the only reason Ian ever called Shaun - to check up on Alice. That night was different because Ian was in a panic. Alice wasn't picking up for him, which was unusual enough, but Ian was insistent that Shaun needed to check on her to make sure she was okay.

It was lucky that Shaun had the spare key to the apartment Alice and Ian shared. The sight of her lying unconscious in a pool of blood in the bathroom is a scar that'll forever be etched in his memory.

Shaun spent an entire night terrified, wondering what had happened. Did Alice try to kill herself? Why? She might have been missing Ian after he moved across the country, but she always reached out to Shaun and others when she wanted company. What happened that night? When he mentioned Alice's state to Ian, he just wailed that it was all his fault and Shaun couldn't reach Ian after that, as Ian was busy trying to book a flight back home to see her at the hospital.

Shaun had to be the one to call Alice's family too, but he had no answers to give them. The doctors would only let family or her legal partner see her for a while. It was only the next day that he learned that it was all because Ian had cheated on Alice, and she drank to dull the pain, only to hurt herself under the influence of alcohol poisoning.

Shaun could've kicked himself. He saw the problems in their relationship, but he didn't think it was his place to say anything. He worried his jealousy was coloring his perspective, seeing things too negatively. Now he wished he pushed harder like his gut told him, got Alice to see that the relationship was no good for her.

When Alice forgave Ian and tried to make it work, Shaun couldn't just sit back and let it happen.

So, yeah, Shaun's opinion of Ian in the present day is very negative. He views Ian as a toxic, manipulative, cheating scumbag who didn't deserve Alice. It was a relief when he managed to help Alice see that too so that she could finally end that toxic relationship. He was there for her so many nights when she cried over Ian and missed him. He saw the pain Ian put Alice through, and it just made his hatred of Ian grow.

Ian is grateful for Shaun being there to help Alice and even getting her to the hospital, but that doesn't get rid of his jealousy. Shaun and Alice are still talking even though she never picks up the phone for Ian anymore. He sees their exchanges online. They're still close. Shaun could one day sweep in and...

Ian can't let that happen. He can't let Shaun steal away the person who means so much to him. He can't let Alice just let him go like this. He just has to apologize to Alice, keep apologizing, and everything will be fine.

Sooooo... yeah, suffice to say, Ian and Shaun do not get along, and I doubt that they ever will... at least in my headcanons.

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pjisskullourful · 11 months

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𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁

☕ Ethan × Victoria × reader

NSFW🔥 kinky action to the power of 3!

° Ethan Torchio/Victoria De Angelis/female reader insert

° Ethan has been your favourite café customer for ages, you’re secretly interested in him. one day he brings bestie Victoria in with him & her forwardness brings out more from your friendship

wordcount::: 9,117

° anon request: i love the way you write smut 😩 and to be honest, it always turns me on. can i ask something, would you write victoria x reader x ethan? 🙃 ° HAPPY PRIDE🏳️‍🌈noone in this fic is heterosexual ° thankyou to everyone who voted for this to be brought out of the vault 💋

° [ITA]: molto bene: very good

“...and some caramel sauce, but can you make sure that gets drizzled on the inside of the cup please?”

You paused from hitting the button on the touchscreen to add this ingredient to the order and you looked up at the blonde woman standing on the other side of the counter. She visibly cringed, her pretty face twisting into a grimace and it looked like she wanted to walk away. “I know, it’s so extra. But it’s not for me, it’s for my friend and he is-...”

“Wait, is it Ethan?” You asked, smiling.

“Yeah, but how did you know that? I swear I hadn’t said his name yet…”

You laughed, shrugging this off. “He lives next door, we see him literally every day, sometimes multiple times a day. He’s so nice and you always remember the nice ones and their orders.”

You were grinning as you checked over the requested drink, it looked exactly as it should - a white mocha with a triple shot of espresso (there wasn’t any button on the computer to indicate his preference for two shots to go on the top with the last one separated to the bottom of the cup, but you had made the specific drink so many times that it would be impossible to forget), made with almond milk, served extra hot and with the caramel drizzle on the inside of the cup, not just added to the top of the drink. You didn’t divulge to his friend that you had this order memorised because, ever since the first second you had seen him walking into the café, you had felt a deep need to impress him. She didn’t need to know that you always remembered serving him because he was the highlight of each day.

“And what can I get for you, hun?”

“Just a caffe latte.”

You had this added to the order with one tap of your finger. “What name can I put that under?”

“Victoria.”

You grabbed a second coffee cup sleeve, scribbling her name down as you wondered why you hadn’t seen her in here before. In the six months that Ethan had been living in the apartment building directly next to the coffee shop, he had never been accompanied by anyone during his extremely regular visits. You were certain that you would have remembered Victoria, she was effortlessly stylish in her red flannel shirt, smokey black and grey pigments applied around her eyes to bring out their natural blue all the more.

“I’ll get started on those for you right now.”

Before you could stop yourself, you were dotting the I’s in her name with two love hearts - a completely unnecessary flair that you didn’t typically add to a customer's cup.

Some of the other baristas had to apply extra focus when they were making Ethan’s drink, the method not coming as naturally to them as other standard orders. But it had become automatic to you, just like fixing the locks into place on the back door when you were the last to leave at night.

And so your mind wandered, not too far - over to where Victoria was standing, looking at the display shelves of prepackaged gift boxes. You instantly wanted to know more about her, your eyes darting up whenever possible, greedily drinking in the details of her outfit and all of the antique-style jewellery she wore. Who was she thinking of as she considered the different selections of boxes? Surely, a partner, there was no chance of someone as attractive as her being single. She would be sharing those chocolates with a boyfriend, or burning the artisan scented candles in anticipation of a visit from her girlfriend.

“Victoria?” You called out and she looked up, instantly showing you a wide smile.

She reached out for the two drinks. “Thanks. I was gonna ask if you wanted me to say hi or anything to Ethan, but I feel like this lovely drawing says it all…” She said of the quick cartoon cock you had drawn.

You felt your cheeks heating. “Yeah, don’t worry- he’ll know what it means.”

“Awesome. See ya later.”

You spent too long watching her leave, your eyes taking in the sight of her tight black jeans, going down to the rainbow shoelaces that decorated her Doc Martens. By the time you came back to Earth, the next customer at the front of the line was looking at you impatiently, arms folded over their chest.

“Hi, what can I get ya?”

--- --- ---

Your response from Ethan came in the form of a direct message via Instagram (you didn’t have his phone number, you hadn’t had the courage to ask for it and he hadn’t offered it). It wasn’t the first message you had received from him - the two of you shared memes back-and-forth or he would tell you he was reminded of you when out at a bar and a Backstreet Boys song came on (your ultimate guilty pleasure, he had learnt that when you were in charge, you would play the boy band over the café speakers all day long). There were times when you thought he was flirting with you, never certain if you were reading between the lines to find what you wanted.

This message could not be slipped into that classification, his intentions of having a purely platonic joke with you were clear.

There’s a dick drawn on my cup.

You were standing by yourself, enjoying your lunch-break cigarette in the shady area beside the coffee shop. You were laughing as you started to type your response.

New phone. Who dis?

I'm going to go FULL Karen next time I'm in there. He threatened. Tell your manager to start preparing now.

Karen Torchio, I am so terrified.

--- --- ---

"M'lady…"

You looked up from wiping a table clean, finding Ethan approaching you. "M'Ethan." You responded in your typical fashion, even crossing one ankle over the other to bob down into a curtsey.

It wasn’t unusual for him to pop into the coffee shop later in the day - looking for a five pm caffeine fix because he kept hours that would only seem regular to a vampire. He would need a kick to get him ready for a gig or rehearsal with the band.

More than once, one afternoon coffee had stretched out with the two of you chatting, him keeping you company through the mundane tasks of closing the café. Before you knew it, the floors would be mopped and all of the machines were cleaned without you having a chance to become bored by the tedious activity. He would always help you carry the trash out, never complaining about the stench. He would walk you to the bus stop, waiting with you under the dim street light and waving you off into the night.

“Oh, hi again.” You said to Victoria. “Same as before?”

“Actually, can I get tea this time- peppermint?” She asked.

He made a face. “Ugh, you and your hot toothpaste water.”

“While you keep making fun of me over this, we’ll see who gets to make-out with more girls- coffee-and-ashtray-mouth Torchio, or fresh-and-minty De Angelis.”

“I’ve never had any complaints.” He said, pulling up a chair to one of the available tables.

You returned back to behind the counter, typing the order of one peppermint tea and one very specific mocha into the till. The peak hours of the coffee shop were well and truly over for the day - there were only two other tables occupied. It was time to let some of the tension roll off of your shoulders, time to start thinking about what you would make yourself for dinner. There would be no more noisy and crowded moments, the most you expected were some school kids ordering their favourite sugar-filled drinks on their way home.

You could quickly prepare the order of the two friends, carefully carrying the full mugs over to their table. You set the tea down first, then the coffee in front of Ethan. “No dicks this time, Karen- does that make ya happy?”

He took an exaggerated pause, playing at needing time to think this over. “It’s an improvement, but I’m not gonna delete my negative Facebook review, not yet.”

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Victoria asked, blinking up at you curiously and you saw him raise a hand, half-covering his face. “It’s kind of personal.”

“Vic…” He sighed heavily. “You can’t just ask her about this- she’s at work and you literally met her five seconds ago.”

“What?” She asked defensively and you looked between the two of them, your mind racing as you saw him squirm in a way you weren’t used to. “I said: can I ask, do you see that distinction? It’s not like I just came right out and said it, she doesn’t have to answer, that’s why I phrased it as a request, not a demand.” She held a finger up, tapping it in midair to emphasise each syllable of the next word. “Dis-tinc-tion.”

You tucked your hands into the back pockets of your jeans, feeling uncertain of what you were about to walk into. “Right, do you wanna just ask it?”

She gave him one last smug look before looking up at you, batting her eyelashes a little. “Are you gay?” Now the rest of his face disappeared behind his other hand.

You nodded, even as your cheeks filled with a natural and bright blush. This wasn’t the kind of conversation you usually had with a customer and you certainly hadn’t shared this revelation with Ethan before. It was clear this was something the two of them had discussed, but you could only wonder for how long or why it would appeal to them as anything of interest.

“Yeah, well, if you wanna get specific or whatever- bisexual.”

She grinned, raising her eyebrows as she looked back at him. “I told you. You need to stop questioning my gaydar.”

“How did you know, am I flaming back there without even realising?” You asked.

She giggled, the way that she was so pleased with herself was infectious. “No, no, nothing like that. But when I was in here before, there was a Tegan and Sara song playing and, whether on purpose or not, you were singing along, every single word.”

“Is that the same as gaydar?” He asked.

She dismissed this with a quick flick of her hand. “Irregardless, I was correct.” She gave you a subtle wink. “Thanks babe.”

You stepped back, prepared to walk away and at least pretend to be a productive employee. But you paused. “You are too, right? I mean, you’ve got the rainbow laces and the flannel, and you knew the song well enough to know it was Tegan and Sara…”

“Okay, well now I really have to get your phone number. Finally, someone who can match my gaydar.” She said, a look of awe on her face.

You hesitated, for some reason, your eyes going to Ethan. You were used to women being far more upfront and bold with their advances, but this was by far the most confidently anyone had ever asked for your number. It was so cocky that you assumed this must be a joke - no one was this level of self-assured.

But she had grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser and was very purposefully pushing it across the table, to where you were standing.

“Sheesh, don’t let Karen over here see me handing my phone number out to customers.” You said, attempting a joke to remove the awkward feeling that was currently stuck in the back of your throat. “He might update his review to include a bit about how this is a family café, not some sort of lesbian hook-up zone.”

“Anywhere can be a lesbian hook-up zone so long as you’ve got courage.” She said.

“Oh molto bene.” He said, the sarcasm thick. “Tell me, are there still tickets available for your TED Talk?”

She poked her tongue out at him. She picked up the napkin as soon as you were finished writing, folding it and tucking it into her pocket immediately. “Maybe if you lost the attitude, I would put you on my guest list.”

"Okay, holler if you need anything else."

Neither of them opposed you leaving and you got back to work - close to entirely distracted at this point. You couldn't keep yourself from glancing in their direction, especially when you heard Victoria's loud laugh.

More than once, you looked across in time to find Ethan staring at you while she was talking. Was it too presumptuous, too narcissistic to think they were talking about you?

You felt shy under his gaze and you couldn't properly recognise him in this moment. You weren't sure how to act while there was so much hanging in the space between the two of you.

You endeavoured to keep your distance (this seemed like the best option until you could remember how to treat him as your friend again).

After about an hour, your last remaining co-worker was leaving and all of the other customers had left. You were completely alone with Victoria and Ethan.

“More toothpaste water?” You asked, approaching the table where they showed no signs of readying themselves for an exit.

“No, thanks.”

“Do you want us to clear out so you can clean in peace?” He asked.

“No, it’s fine, you can stay.” You said, collecting their empty cups. “So, what are you two up to tonight- some combination of raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer your guts out?”

“No, but that’s what we should do.” She answered excitedly.

“There’s a bar down the road that allegedly makes the best lychee cocktails in the whole world and our friend just won’t shut up about it and how much we need to try it- so, that was what we were planning to do, for a start, at least.”

You forgot about needing to wash the mugs, instead energetically jumping on to his train of thought. “No, they really are the best, though. It’s this new bartender they’ve hired. And on Fridays they do this deal where you can get a whole pitcher so fuckin’ cheap.”

“It’s Friday today…” He said.

“You should come with us.” She said, smiling up at you. “Unless you have other plans.”

“Oh, but I do.” You said. “I’ve got some leftover soup waiting for me in the refrigerator and then I get to do about a million loads of laundry.”

“Uh-huh, but after that?” He asked.

“I’d love to.”

— — —

“Would you stop fuckin’ looking at me like that?” You burst out.

Ethan finished lighting the cigarette that was already between your lips, the expression on his face reminding you of a puppy. You knew you should have felt bad for this, but the three cocktails you had consumed were making you feel bolder than usual.

Spirits had been high since the three of you had met up again at the familiar bar. You felt good in the outfit you had selected and he was being very generous in how many cigarettes from his pack he was sharing with you. Victoria was so easy to talk and joke with - it was as if you had already known her for ages, with the conversation getting louder as more of the second pitcher of the fruity cocktail was consumed.

But there was clearly something on his mind - regularly, he was the first person to stop laughing at any jokes and when you looked in his direction, more than once, you had been struck by how serious his expression was. He always looked serious, his default expression was that of someone on the verge of making a sombre life decision.

It was more than that tonight and you could feel that it had the potential to kill your mood. Something was keeping him preoccupied and it worried you.

“Like what?”

Victoria had disappeared in search of the ladies room, so it was just you and he tucked away in the corner of the smokers area. This seemed like the best time to confront him and give him a chance to get whatever was bothering him off of his chest.

“Like you’re over there trying to divide two-hundred and thirty-two by thirteen and you wanna ask me for help, but you don’t know if you should, or something.”

He laughed at that, the creases of concern leaving his forehead. “That is very specific.” He lit a cigarette for himself. “What makes you think that I don’t know how to solve that equation? Do you think that just because this is such a pretty face that I’ve got nothin’ going on in here?” He tapped his right temple.

“You’re dodging my question.” You said humorlessly.

He smiled as he took a drag of his cigarette. "I know and I'm doing a great job of it."

You scowled and got up from your stool, taking the step over to where he was sitting. You swatted at his shoulder a few times. "Stop it. I want you to talk to me." You continued to play-slap him, your wrists limp and flailing. "And if you don't, I'll be forced to give you the thrashing of a lifetime."

He furrowed his brow at you. "What? Hey, cut that out."

"Resistance is futile."

He gestured to the space behind you. "Your chair has just walked off."

"Huh?" You whipped around, finding that your barstool had been taken and relocated by another smoker. "Oh, sonofa…"

"Here, have mine. I'm not gonna make you stand in those heels, especially not after you were at work all day."

You put a determined hand to his chest, managing to stop him as he made as if to get up. "Actually, I have a better idea." Before he could question you any further, you placed yourself in his lap, crossing your legs and coming incredibly close to his face. "Okay, now resistance is futile. Talk."

He didn't start speaking immediately, instead he just looked at you, his surprise evident. You took a drag from your cigarette, wondering what it would take to get him to start talking.

You were aware that this level of closeness was beyond the familiarity the two of you had established. He didn't have anywhere to hide and neither did you, now you had to confront what was lying under the surface. You did your best to get comfortable, draping an arm over his shoulder, but there was a sense of restraint, caused by your uncertainty over how pleased he was with this.

"What's going on?"

"It's nothing." He said, his brow furrowed once more as he took a drag of his cigarette. "Well, it's kinda awkward." He rested his hand at the small of your back.

"I- well, it's- you and I have- and I…" He sighed, scratching at his head. "I didn't expect that Victoria would ask for your number so quickly." He shook his head to himself. "I shouldn't be surprised, she's always been quick on the draw, especially when it comes to picking up gorgeous women. But this- this might just be a…"

"Hang on, hang on for a second- you just called me gorgeous."

"I've told you that you're gorgeous before."

"Nope. I mean, you've complimented me before, sure and you always tell me that you like my hair when it's freshly coloured. But…" You smiled, taking a drag of your cigarette, watching him. "...you think I'm gorgeous?"

"Of course I do. Are you kidding?" He said. "I'm sorry that I hadn't told you- you're the kind of woman who deserves compliments all the time. But then, I worry about being creepy and putting you in an uncomfortable spot 'cause I'm a customer, so you have to be nice to me and-"

Sitting in this semi-private corner, your body close to his, a nice buzz from the alcohol - you felt bold enough to act, to step over the old boundary line. You put your hand to his cheek, getting his attention as he breathed out another cloud of smoke. As you leaned in closer, he watched, his brow furrowed.

You kissed him, finding no resistance. Instead he sought to deepen the kiss, lips parting until you were fully indulging in his taste. It was warm and wonderful, making your heart soar, reminding you of how a compliment from him could change your day, could make you forget about any annoying customers. Reminding you of how a smile from him made it worth getting out of bed and going to work.

You were smiling, holding your eyes shut even as the two of you parted. It didn't matter how loud the music was, you were close enough to hear the heavy, trembling exhale as it fell from his lips.

"I think you're gorgeous too." You bumped your nose against his, very tempted by the idea of kissing him again. "You and your ridiculous coffee order. You and your shy smile whenever you catch my eye over the room. You and your concerned little frown lines when I tell you that I've been having a bad day. You and your absolutely bizarre sense of humour, sending me the most niché memes known to man. I think it's all so gorgeous."

When you opened your eyes, you found your new favourite of his smiles on his face. It was small, but so honest, reaching his eyes without showing any teeth. It was the calm look of a man comfortable with the decision your lips had just made. It made you want to kiss him again, because you had the feeling that he would kiss you back.

"So, why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked.

You giggled, a crinkle forming on the bridge of your nose as you took a drag from your cigarette. "I was trying to play it cool. How was I supposed to know you felt the same? Imagine how awkward it would be if I had tried to hit on you, and you could only say something like, you're a great girl. And then we would have to keep seeing one another, everytime you wanted a coffee, this awkward dark cloud over us. That's nightmare material."

His hand had started to caress your thigh. "Well I wouldn't want to be the fuel of anything but pleasant dreams for you. But it is still kinda awkward, 'cause I think Victoria likes you and…"

"I think I like her too." You said, eyes still lingering back down to his lips. "You don't think that you can be attracted to two people at once?"

"I can't say that it's ever happened to me. But that doesn't mean it's not possible." He was still rubbing your leg.

"You've never experimented with two people at the same time?"

"That's not what I said."

You were smirking to yourself, watching him and the way he worried over his bottom lip. "So, what are you saying?"

He was shaking his head a little as he took another drag from his cigarette, another thoughtful look on his face. "I don't- what do you think I'm saying?"

You laughed, his deflecting was cute, but you were keen to get to the point. The two of you had been dancing around this for far too long and you were in a different setting, now you could be different versions of the people who saw each other almost daily. "Well, I- uh…" You cleared your throat, feeling how hot your cheeks were. "I'm not sure how you pronounce it, or anything. But…" His hand was so warm and firm on your leg, taking full advantage of the short dress you were wearing. "I believe it’s ménage à trois, right?"

"Right." He said, before laughing again and you joined him, marveling at how far you had progressed from what was typical. This conversation would have seemed ridiculous, out of place, only hours before. But somehow the two of you were navigating into this new territory together.

"What's so funny?" Victoria was sidling up to where you were sitting and you felt your cheeks get even hotter.

"She's teaching me some French." He said, suddenly not lost for words.

You shoved his shoulder as he laughed. You rolled your eyes before looking over to her. "It's not-"

"French kissing?" She asked. "'Cause it looks like you two are wearing the same shade of lipstick all of a sudden." She rested an arm at his shoulder. "Or is that just the lighting?"

He didn't rush to wipe his lips free of the dark shade, he didn't even try to hide his mouth behind his hand. "It wasn't especially French. But I mean, what's the classification for all of that?"

"French words." You clarified for her. "Ménage à trois…"

She smiled, giving a knowing nod. "Well, he already knows that phrase pretty well…" Her smile turned smug as she poked his cheek. "Don't you, honey?"

"Vic…"

She stood up a little straighter. "Had you not gotten-"

"No, I had not quite gotten to that part yet." He said, almost scowling at her. "I was working my way up to that."

She rolled her eyes. "Always working your way up to somethin'..."

You put your hand to his wrist and pushed his hand down somewhat. "Hang on, I feel like I'm picking up on something and I could be way off here, so please correct me if I'm wrong. But have you two done this before?"

"Yeah."

He half-covered his face. "Subtlety Vic, can you please Google it?"

"What? She asked, so I answered." She said. "There's nothing wrong with being forward."

"She's right." You said, wrapping your fingers around his.

"Maybe if you were more forward and ditched the whole shy guy routine, you wouldn't need a wing-woman."

"No, I like the shy guy stuff." You said before meeting her gaze. "And I also like the wing-woman."

She smiled and moved in a bit closer. You couldn't help but follow the motion of her tongue sliding across and wetting her lips. She put her hand over your bare knee and you leaned forward.

Her hand went to the side of your face to draw you in those last few inches until you were close enough to kiss. You pressed your lips to hers, your heart racing as the aroma of her perfume filled your nostrils. Her soft fingers caressed your skin as the rest of the bar seemed to fade away for the moment. You leaned into her as she gently sucked on your lower lip.

Before you could open your mouth and invite her in deeper, she was gently pulling back. At once you were swarmed with a yearning for more, slowly opening your eyes to see her grinning at you.

“The wing-woman likes you too, babe.” She said.

You glanced at Ethan and saw that he was smiling as well - but not in a shy way that you were accustomed to seeing. Nor did it appear to be forced for your benefit. You were convinced that he was just as comfortable as you, invested in this increasingly-exciting encounter.

You readjusted how you were sitting in his lap, continuing to enjoy the feeling of his hands on your body. You had mostly forgotten about the cigarette between your fingers, not rushing to return it to your mouth.

“But you two aren’t…?” You trailed off, gesturing between the two friends as a means to complete this question.

She gave her head a little shake. “No, it’s not even a friends with benefits situation. More like partners in crime…”

“Yeah, ‘cause conveniently we have the exact same taste in women.” He said.

“Sometimes guys.” She added.

“That sounds like a pretty great set-up.” You said.

Her smile had a mischievous quality to it. “We know how to have fun.”

“So, is there some sort of routine that you stick with, like do you always take people back to your place, or is it your place?” You asked.

“No, it’s not this choreographed thing.” He said, ready to give you a full explanation. “It’s more in the moment. We go to whoever’s house is closest, and what the third is most comfortable with, you know.”

She cleared her throat loudly. “Honey, this is when that subtlety thing you love so much doesn’t really work out.”

“Huh?”

She showed you a knowing smile as you took a drag from your cigarette. “She’s asking us to take her home.”

He looked at you, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. “You are?”

“I am.” You said with a confident nod.

“Well- I think, um… If that’s what you wanna do… ‘cause I would really-...” He trailed off, clearing his throat before trying a different approach. “My house is literally down the road.”

You licked your lips and grinned. “I know.”

“Thank God you like the shy guy stuff.” She said. “But this is shyer than usual, you’re having an extra affect on him, like-...”

“Two choices here, Vic- you shut up or I make you pay for it later.” He cut in.

— — —

Ethan’s apartment was just as neat and well-organised as you had always imagined it would be (and you had imagined it. Sometimes you tried to picture him in his ‘natural habitat’, other times you wondered what it would be like to go home with him.)

But you didn’t get to see much of it - there was no time for a tour of the space when you had both he and Victoria whisking you away to the master bedroom. Their intentions were clear and even though you had never done anything like this before, it was easy to follow their lead.

Once in the bedroom, Ethan let his hand drop from yours so that he could pay her some more attention. He joined her at the foot of the large bed and you saw the two friends share a smile. She initiated the kiss as he pulled her to him.

He wrapped his arms around her petite body and lifted, getting her off of the floor. Then he tossed her backwards, with as little effort as if she were a ragdoll. She landed on the bed with a grin on her face and instantly set about getting comfortable.

You put a hand on his shoulder as you stepped closer to where he stood. “My turn?”

He bent down, placing his arm behind your knees so that he could scoop you off the floor. You felt entirely steady as he straightened up, carrying you into the air.

For an exhilarating moment, you weightlessly flew, expertly thrown away from his body. It happened so quickly that you didn’t have any time to register fear. Instead, your trust remained intact and you just had fun. You were also smiling when your back hit the mattress. Victoria moved in closer to you and slid her hand across your middle.

“Two gorgeous women in my bed…” He said, his tone full of awe.

She looked over her shoulder to where he stood. “What are you gonna do about it, honey?”

"Whatever our guest is comfortable with." He said, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"Oh don't worry about me. Currently I am very comfortable." You said, taking in the sight of his bare torso and feeling your heart beat harder. "Very, very comfortable."

She sat up and leaned forward, slowly crawling across the mattress to him. "What does my nasty boy wanna do, hm? Should I get the box from under the bed, is that what kind of mood you're in?"

"Maybe." He said, his eyes appearing darker in this moment as he looked at her. "Maybe I'm in the mood for some pegging."

"Really? God, you know how much I love pegging you…"

"Yes, I do know." He said, bending down until he could capture her lips in a kiss.

As he kissed her, she put her hands to the buckle of his belt. She took this off of him as they separated from the kiss, she tossed the accessory away. Then she was moving, climbing off the mattress in pursuit of this box.

This left Ethan to place all of his attention on you. He brought his knees down to the mattress, starting to move toward you, his eyes fixed on you as the target. You licked your lips, staring back just as intently. His hand began on your ankle, travelling upwards as he came in closer.

"Let's get you out of this dress, yeah?"

"Yeah." You eagerly responded.

You moved your hands up to his face, your fingers caressing his skin and you licked your lips. Tilting your head to the side, you initiated the kiss. His warmth engulfed you as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands moving to your back. He found the zipper of your tartan dress, pulling this down. He eased the fabric away from your skin, letting it pool around your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to tease your tongue at his lips. He was busy unclasping your bra, moving the lingerie aside. Then he wrapped his arms around you and relaxed his jaw, sinking into this deeper embrace with you. You pushed your bare chest flush to his, enjoying the feel of his firm hands grasping your back.

Victoria's hand collided with his butt with a loud smack, interrupting your flow. He pulled back, glancing over his shoulder. She had removed all of her clothing, revealing a pierced nipple.

Aside from a smirk, the only thing that she wore was a harness-style belt, with straps that wrapped securely around her upper-thighs. Her hands were full - a black dildo in one and a bottle of lubricant in the other.

"Pants off, honey."

She rejoined you on the bed as he moved away. She placed the objects down, emptying her hands before starting to kiss you. Both of you let your hands explore, with you caressing her neck and shoulders. Her hands travelled up your sides, squeezing as you arched your back into her.

You were breathless, keeping your eyes shut as her kisses started to move down your neck. You let your fingers play through her silky hair as she kissed across your collarbone. Your nipples were hard before her mouth reached this area, her lips wrapping around one of the stiff peaks. You moaned when she started to suck, you were too turned on to contain yourself or feel inhibited.

Your eyes fluttered open, finding where Ethan was standing. Your eyes bulged as you looked at him now that he was naked. Your throat clenched and you found yourself looking at the largest dick you had ever seen.

"Oh my God." You could hardly get the words out.

This got Victoria's attention. She sat up, following your line of sight. "You've never seen one that big before, eh?"

You shook your head, your mouth feeling dry. "Um, only in porn."

"Yeah, I was the same the first time we fucked." She said while he patiently waited at the end of the bed. "But it's okay, he's really gentle when he needs to be and he makes it feel so good."

"I've just never had one that big before…" You said.

"I'm sorry, does it freak you out?" He asked, one hand bashfully moving down.

You instantly shook your head. "No, no, it's not that, it's just…"

"It'll fit." She said, close to your ear. "Don't worry, he knows how to make it fit and once you take it, you're gonna love it."

You finally broke eye-contact with his hardening dick, looking at her smiling face and nodding. "I believe you, I'm just surprised…"

She stroked your hair. "Just relax, babe. We're gonna take really good care of you and make you feel really amazing, okay?"

You drew in a deep breath. "Okay."

"Are you alright if I come over?" He asked.

You looked at him and smiled. "Yes, of course."

He crawled across the bed, his eyes studying your facial expression. "We can start off… let me warm you up a little bit."

Your smile widened and you felt yourself relax some. "Okay."

"I want you to get comfortable on those pillows." He said. "You can lay down, you can rearrange them, you can take your dress off if you like. However you're most comfortable, baby."

You grabbed the fabric around your waist and lifted the dress up, removing it. You parted your legs as you watched him coming closer.

She tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed you on the cheek. "We're gonna make you feel amazing."

You leaned back against the pillows, taking another deep breath. He came in between your legs, leaning down. You snagged your lower lip between your teeth as you watched him remove your underwear.

He started to lay kisses down upon your cunt, with your belly filling with butterflies in response. His lips moved slowly as he thoroughly discovered this area.

Victoria leaned in, placing her hand to the back of your head. She guided you in for more kisses. You let her tongue tease your lips apart as the two of you settled into a decadent rhythm. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her naked body to yours as her tongue explored the inside of your mouth.

He put both of his hands against the insides of your thighs, gently pushing so as to part your legs even further. Then he moved lower and the tip of his tongue found your slicked entrance. Your whimper was muffled by her lips and you put your hand to his head, a silent encouragement.

His tongue dipped inside of you and your body swarmed with a lovely warmth. She pulled away but you kept your eyes shut. You lazily twisted some of the strands of his hair around your fingers as his tongue worked between your inner-walls.

There was a smile on your face as your eyes fluttered open, curious of what the other woman was doing. Looking to your side, you found that she had attached the dildo to her belt, affixing it at her crotch. She moved away from you, her eyes travelling down his naked body.

She moved down the mattress, taking the bottle of lube with her. She held her index and middle fingers out, then squeezed some of the product onto the extended digits.

Ethan whined into your pussy as she began to play with his hole. He rubbed his tongue harder against the inside of your cunt. She worked at coating his hole in the lubricant, easing her fingertips inside.

She squirted more of the lube out, this time applying it to her temporary phallus. His tongue was moving faster inside of you as his anticipation grew, flicking up-and-down.

She smacked his butt again and he pulled back, moaning. "Are you ready for my cock, nasty boy?"

He nodded. "Mm-hmm, but I… it makes sense for- if we- if I'm inside of you first…" He gestured to you. "And then you can put it in me." He gestured to her. When he looked back at you, it was with wide eyes. "Do you think we can try? We don't have to if you don't feel…"

You leaned forward and took one of his hands in yours. "I want to."

"What a good girl." She practically purred.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." You said, giving his hand a squeeze. "I want you to fuck me, I'm sure."

"Just let me grab a condom." He said.

She came back over to sit next to you, rubbing your arm. You could feel the swarm of butterflies in your tummy, but you returned the smile that she showed you.

After applying the condom to his erection, he returned to place himself directly in front of you. You leaned in, kissing him and moving your hand up to his cheek. He wrapped an arm around your waist as he filled the space in between your legs. He leaned his body weight into you, easing you against the headboard of his bed.

Your body pulsed with anticipation as he repositioned his legs, pressing his hips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, holding him to you.

Your cunt was fluttering as the head of his dick began to stretch you open. He moved slowly, gradually filling more of you. Your arms tightened around him as you had a moment of reminding yourself that this was actually (and finally) happening. You broke the kiss, keeping your eyes shut to savour this closeness.

And he was still getting closer.

“Do you feel good, babe?” Victoria asked.

“Yes.” You breathed, turning to look at her.

She captured your lips in a kiss as he worked deeper inside of you.

He stopped with a heavy sigh, and you were full. Your body buzzed with all of the anticipation, thrilled to discover what would come next.

She parted from you, leaving you licking your lips. He was looking between the two of you, watching your intimate exchange with great interest.

She leaned over to him, closing the distance between them. They each began to smile when her nose bumped against his, and then they kissed.

“Are you ready, nasty boy?” She asked.

Words seemed to fail him in his excited state and he just nodded his head. She glanced in your direction (a lustful grin on her face) before moving away. The false phallus swung and bobbed in the air in front of her as she sought a new position. She placed herself behind him, her hands stroking across his bare skin. She sat behind him, her chest pressed to his back as her hands explored the sides of his torso.

She wrapped an arm around his middle while her other hand worked out of sight, directing the dildo to his awaiting hole. He let out a shaky exhale and his eyes became unfocused as the penetration started. You felt him twitching inside of you as she eased the dildo in deeper.

“You like that, honey?” She asked.

“God, yes.” He moaned.

His eyes shut as he tilted his head back, presenting his face to the ceiling. You watched as different muscles in his body tensed and quivered, the pleasure radiating out, poised to ruin him. His breathing deepened and she smiled as she checked his expression, delight sparkling in her eyes.

“Fuck.” He whispered, wiggling his hips a little.

Her arm around him started to relax. “Is that-?”

“It’s fuckin’ perfect.” He quickly affirmed.

“Good boy.” She said, loosely holding onto his hips. “Can I leave some marks on your shoulder here?”

“You’re so tacky.” He said.

“What, since when have hickeys been a crime?” She innocently asked.

“Yeah, I think they’re sexy.” You contributed.

She batted her eyelashes at him. “Are you really gonna say no to both of us?”

“Alright, go ahead.” He admitted defeat.

She maintained eye-contact with you, her light eyes glimmering as she began to place kisses on the skin of his shoulder. At the same time, she adjusted her hold on his hips to something more secure. She held him in place and thrusted forward.

One of his strong arms encircled your waist and he braced himself with a hand on the headboard behind you before he began to move as well. He stroked himself deeper into you and you felt excitement blooming in your chest.

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss as another buck came from his hips. You kissed him deeply as he began to find a tempo, your pussy stretching around him again-and-again.

His moans vibrated into your mouth and it wasn’t long before his speed increased, becoming confident in his momentum. You arched your back, lengthening the collisions between your bodies as each pump from him awakened more sensitivities in you. Victoria’s huffs of effort accompanied the wet sounds of your mouths working together.

When you parted, he stared you down. He was looking at you differently to how he ever had before - seeing more, seeing deeper than all of those glances across a crowded room could allow. And, amongst all of your whimpers and whines, he didn’t see anything that turned him off, consistently taking you further with every masterful pump.

“You like that, do you feel good?” He asked.

You grinded your hips against his. “I fucking love it.”

Victoria nipped at his earlobe, her body still moving with his. “Now’s not the time to be shy, nasty boy. Tell her that you love it too. ‘Cause I know you do, you’re having the time of your life right now.” She grabbed at a section of his long hair, twisting some of it around her fist to give it a tug. “I bet you’re gonna come so hard for us, aren’t you?”

He turned to look at her. “Why don’t you find out, hm? Make me come.”

She licked her lips and snapped her hips into him faster, skin audibly slapping skin as she set into a more intense tempo. His lips parted, but he didn’t have anymore words to say, he just panted for air as he came into you quicker-and-quicker.

The pressure was building up inside of you, to a level that was almost too much to cope with. You put your mouth to his shoulder (the side untouched by Victoria) and began to kiss, leaving an invisible trail of your spit. Riding the incredible waves of pleasure, you started to suck on his skin. You moaned into his muscle as your body trembled.

With your walls spasming uncontrollably, you shattered at your peak. Your jaw dropped as your strength wholly fled you in one second.

“Yes, ah.” You whispered, starting to peel back from Ethan.

Before you could get too far, he was gripping your body to his, craving more friction between your bodies. He was greedily chasing his own release, unrelenting in his need. You felt like you could be split in half in the face of his impassioned jolting, and she kept surging him on.

“God…” He cried out as your swollen pussy clenched on him.

“C’mon honey.” She said over the sound of his laboured breathing.

His tempo began to suffer, desperately carrying on until he ultimately dissolved into the heights of pleasure.

She could read him, instantly quitting her effort. He leaned forward, resting his head against you, his arm loosening around you. As he shuddered slightly, she withdrew, resting back on her elbows and trying to regain her breath.

Gradually, he pulled away from you and you slumped against the headboard. His fingers caressing your cheek prompted you to open your eyes, finding him studying your expression.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Fucking fantastic, that’s how I’d word it.” You said, earning you a smile from him. “Is the wing-woman alright?”

“You two wore me out.” She said.

You leaned in closer to him, whispering into his ear. “You could use this moment to get revenge for those love bites…”

He nodded in understanding, while she remained oblivious. He crawled over to where she lay and began to remove the harness that held the dildo, which she didn’t resist.

He hovered over her, giving her a few kisses. “You can’t be too worn out yet, you haven’t even had your turn. I’m not gonna just leave you out, honey.”

“I’d be an idiot to turn down an offer like that.”

“You just lay there and relax and we’ll take care of you.” He said.

You edged forward, you didn’t know what he had planned - but you knew that you wanted in. “Yeah, we’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

Her eyes darted between the two of you and a smile on her face gave away some of her excitement. He guided her legs apart, rubbing the inside of her thighs with his thumbs. You moved in closer and began to stroke the smooth skin of her leg.

He leaned down, taking his face up to her cunt. She shivered as he exhaled upon the sensitive area. “Hm. You’re looking quite wet, maybe you’ve been ready for your turn for a while.”

He dragged his tongue between her labia and her eyes fluttered shut, with her face taking on a dreamy kind of expression. He then worked his way off to the side, bringing his lips to her thigh. He applied lingering kisses to one, before returning to her crotch. He moved slowly over to the other thigh, then back to the centre, setting into a decadent routine. She lazily stroked her fingers through his hair as he treated her.

“You have a really gorgeous body.” You said, your eyes sweeping up-and-down as you couldn’t help but admire all of her. “And your legs, especially, are very sexy.”

“You think so?” She asked.

“Definitely.” You instantly replied. “It’s probably a testament to the amount of time I’ve spent grinding on thighs that legs can turn me on so much.”

He lifted his head to look at you, showing you the glisten on his lips. “She tastes as good as she looks. Try.”

She nodded and he moved out of the way, offering you the space between her legs. You were fast to reposition yourself, eager to experience this part of her. She watched you and raised one of her hands, stroking your face.

You got down to her cunt, taking in her primal, intimate scent. You placed a kiss to her clitoral hood, letting the little bulb rest against your lips. Then you gave it another kiss. You completed the third kiss by pushing your tongue forward, rubbing it against her, which prompted her to whisper your name.

Beside your head, he began rubbing her thigh. “I don’t think that I’ve ever properly appreciated your legs.”

“Yeah, you’re usually pretty improper.” She teased.

“Now that she’s pointed it out, I’m just noticing how very kissable they are.”

“All of her is very kissable.” You said, briefly breaking contact with her cunt.

He joined you in lying between her legs. She didn’t question his motives, lying relaxed as he began to kiss her bare thighs. You were running your tongue in circles around her clit.

“Can I just say that I love my turn?” She said.

“Enjoy all of the attention, honey.” He said.

As he laid more-and-more kisses on her skin, you opened your mouth and inched your face lower. You placed the tip of your tongue at her entrance, then dragged it up between her folds. As you repeated the motion you were tasting more of her.

You returned your tongue to her entrance, using it to work her open. She cursed under her breath and you felt her body stiffen as you moved your tongue deeper. Your lips were pressed flush to her skin as you used long and slow strokes on her inner-walls. She could hardly contain her whimpers, arching her back.

“Are you…?” She began, sounding as if she were struggling to maintain her focus. “You’re giving me fuckin’ hickeys, aren’t you?”

He released her skin from his mouth. “I thought you said it wasn’t a crime.”

“I should’a known you wouldn’t let… that… go.” Her speech became slower as you returned to playing with her clit. “You’re so damn pett- ah…” You made her whole body jolt as you stuffed two fingers into her cunt. She sputtered wordlessly as you worked both your tongue and fingers on her, feeling her walls start to spasm.

She gave up on her sentence with a huff. When she spoke next, her tone had changed. “Actually, I don’t care. While she’s doing that, you can do whatever you want.”

Along with her laboured breathing, you could hear the sounds of him sucking at her skin as he worked to leave his mark.

Inside of her, you pumped your fingers, setting into a merciless rhythm. All the while, you kept toying with her clit. You felt her walls clench every time you sucked it. The faster you circled it, the louder she got.

The mixture of saliva and cum dripped from your lower lip. Her arousal was blocking out your other senses as you chased different reactions from her.

“Oh, babe.” She whimpered. Her composure was starting to abandon her and her hips stuttered upwards in a desperate, unpredictable fashion. You didn’t let this dislodge you, sticking with your consistently quick pacing. “Fuck.”

It only took a couple more strokes from your fingers to get her over that edge. Her pussy clamped down on you as she whined louder than ever. Her body jerked and twitched uncontrollably as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

You and Ethan sat back at the same time, giving her the space to go limp. She laid mostly still, an occasional flinch happening while she worked to regain her breath.

Without a word, he got up from the bed and walked out of the room, the two of you left to recover in silence. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and began to wonder how quickly he would want you out of his home now that the deed was done.

He returned to the bedroom carrying two bottles of water. One was handed to Victoria, the other to you.

He met your eye as he sat down, then he slightly bowed his head. “M’lady…”

You grinned. “M’Ethan. It’s kinda weird, you bringing a drink to me.”

“And I did it without any training, can you believe it?” He joked, making you laugh, which helped this encounter feel less foreign.

“Where’s your bathroom?” You asked and he pointed it out for you.

When you returned, she was sitting up with him. Their conversation halted as soon as you stepped through the door, with both of them staring at you. You saw that they each wore a smile, but you hesitated, unsure of what you had just interrupted.

“What, what did I miss?” You asked.

“Nothing, just come sit down.” He beckoned, there was a mischievous glint in his eye.

“I dunno about that, I feel like you two partners in crime are up to something.” You said with exaggerated suspicion.

“Definitely not. Just come chill with us.” She said.

You made a show of how slowly you approached the bed, then you perched yourself at the very edge. “So what were you talking about?”

The two friends shared a knowing smile before she spoke. “We were talking about how there’s no way you’re leaving here without a hickey.”

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FOMO – yeosang x fem!reader

⇢ word count: 2k (2,053)

⇢ genre: smut (18+, minors dni), some fluff here and there, dom!yeosang

⇢ warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be like them, be better), name-calling (slut, whore), kind of bratty!reader (more so just not taking Yeosang’s shit at first), living room floor sex

⇢ summary: I got a request from a new bestie anon!: “a yeosang or mingi story where reader goes out with friends & he’s sulking because he couldn’t go, so when she comes back home to him he’s all annoyed/jealous?” (Thank you anon for my first ever request!)

⇢ a/n: I chose Yeosang because he’s currently my bias and I have been OBSESSED with him for the past couple weeks… soooo this was the perfect chance to really dive into that obsession and answer a request lol, it’s a win win. I did a read through, but not much editing. So forgive any mistakes. Please comment & give feedback if you can! Like & reblog <3

After hearing your boyfriend sigh for the third time behind you, you stopped brushing your hair to look back at him with a pout. “Babe. I could not go? If that would make you feel better about not being able to go.” Yeosang immediately shook his head, his hands cupping your cheeks as he matched your pout, “No no no, don’t worry about it. I want you to go have fun with our friends.” He quickly kissed your lips a few times before letting you go and leaving the bathroom so you could get ready.

Yeosang went back to his desk in the bedroom and tried to focus on the work that he needed to do. That didn’t work for long with how the group chat was blowing up with all his friends, and his girlfriend, all coordinating about where they were going out tonight. He took a deep breath and sighed, trying not to get too annoyed. Cursing under his breath, he rolled his eyes as he looked at the work on his laptop that was keeping him from going out with them.

Wooyoung’s name flashed on his phone screen, and Yeosang groaned before answering the call, “What?”

“Well hey to you too, sourpuss. Where’s y/n? Are ya’ll ready yet?” Yeosang stood and walked toward the bathroom where he left you to get ready. Leaning against the doorway as he looked at you, he begrudgingly answered Wooyoung, “I’m not going. Y/n is heading out soon.” Yeosang took in your outfit, his head tilting slightly as he checked out your ass in the short black skirt you were wearing. There was some rustling and yelling on the other side of the phone before Wooyoung mumbled a quick ‘call you right back’ before he hung up. “Call Wooyoung so he doesn’t call me again please?” Yeosang grumbled, letting himself visibly get annoyed with his best friend.

You swung your purse over your shoulder before walking up to your boyfriend and wrapping your arms around his torso, “I’ll call him. And are you sure you don’t want me to stay? I’m more than happy to keep you company.” You tapped your nose lightly against his, enjoying the feeling of being closer to his height with the heels you were wearing.

He sighed once again, smoothing your hair down before cupping your face again. He puts on a little smile, forcing himself to let you go have fun, “No no. Go. You got ready, and you look very hot by the way. You should go.” You smiled up your boyfriend, “I’m wearing the new top I bought the other day, isn’t it cute?” Yeosang hummed in agreement, kissing your forehead then your nose and then your lips a few times. “You’re cute. Now go before I keep you all to myself.”

You laughed softly as Yeosang smacked your ass lightly when you were walking away. You blew him a kiss before disappearing out the door of the apartment. Yeosang took a deep breath, noticing the lingering smell of your perfume, before sighing and heading back to his desk. He worked for a little over an hour before he decided to take a break in the living room. Falling back onto the couch, he opened his phone to scroll through social media only to be met with video after video of you and your friends having fun tonight.

He watched a few videos of you smushed between Aisha and Sihyeon as you all took a shot, music blaring in the background. Yunho posted a video with you standing in front of him and Mingi as the three of you jumped up and down, screaming along to the music. It seems the night was far from over as the next couple of videos from his friends showed a new club, Mingi carrying you on his back to the new destination. Yeosang rolled his eyes, watching you lay your head on Mingi’s as you laughed at what seemed to be Aisha’s joke.

Yeosang snorted a laugh, throwing his phone to the side before he checked the clock. 12:30 a.m. He didn’t want to get annoyed or jealous, but he kind of hated how he wasn’t able to go and have fun with you all. Seeing you look sexy walking out the door, laughing and smiling with everyone, laughing on Mingi’s back… Yeosang got annoyed pretty quickly. He snatched his phone back up, unable to stop his curiosity from seeing what other shenanigans you all were up to.

Yeosang rarely was jealous, but something about today was making him tick. Maybe it was the fact that he barely got to spend time with you today after going to work and coming home to you being preoccupied getting ready for the night. Maybe it was the next video he saw of you and Mingi, his arm slug over your shoulder as you both laughed and laughed and laughed. His reasonableness has flung out the window, and frankly, he didn’t care. He didn’t want Mingi touching you like that. He wanted to touch you like that. He didn’t want you laughing with Mingi like that. He wanted you laughing with him like that.

Time passed slowly for Yeosang and before you knew it, you were stumbling back into the apartment a little past 2 a.m. You were originally trying to be quiet before you saw Yeosang wide awake on the couch. You smiled immediately, closing the door and throwing your purse on the counter, “Baby! You’re awake!” You look down, taking off your heels and hear Yeosang make his way over to you. As soon as your feet were free of the heels, Yeosang’s hand were on your hips, pushing you against the wall. His heated lips were on yours immediately.

You gasped a little at the sudden contact, Yeosang taking that moment to deepen the kiss. His hands slipped up your shirt and you could feel yourself getting turned on from his aggressiveness. You melted instantly. One of his arms wrapped around your waist still beneath your shirt, and his other hand gripped your jaw as he pulled away from the kiss. Your breathing was fast, trying to catch your breath as you looked up at him and noticed his annoyed expression, “What’s wrong?” You squirmed a little under his gaze but met his expression with a confused one of your own, not understanding what could have made him so upset.

“Did you have fun, baby?” His voice was soft, catching you by surprise because in no way did his voice match the way he was looking at you. You blinked at him once then nodded slowly. His grip tightened on your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth slightly, “Oh, you had fun acting like a little slut for Mingi?”

“What are you-“ you didn’t have a chance to finish your thought before his mouth was on yours again and he was guiding you both to the floor of the living room. He spread your legs with his knee, his hand slipping up your skirt and slipping the fabric of your panties aside to rub your clit. You moan into his mouth before he pulls away from the kiss again, his thumb still rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit.

His kissed your jaw a few times before humming lightly, titling his head, and looking you in your eyes. “Did you like Mingi showing you so much attention, my little attention whore? Did you like him flirting with you so much?”

You met his eyes, licking your lips slightly, “Babe, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Oh? So you weren’t laying your head on his head, and you didn’t love his grip on your thighs when you were on his back, and you didn’t fall all over him while you were laughing. Right.”

Two thoughts crossed your mind as you tried and failed to roll your hips against Yeosang’s hand since his other hand held your hip in place. One, you could just deny it, finally understanding that Yeosang was being jealous. He rarely ever was, but this had been a tough day for him. You could understand that. Denying it would sooth him a bit. But, on the other hand, being a little bratty always always gave Yeosang just the ammunition he needed to fuck you better, harder, rougher. And while mean, that sounded like a lot more fun.

“Now that you mention it… his hands did feel good.”

You watch his jaw clench before you feel two of his fingers slide into you. You gasp at the sudden feeling, your hands gripping his flexed biceps as fucked you relentlessly with his fingers, them curled just the way he knew you liked it. “You’re going to regret saying that,” he whispered roughly into your ear.

You felt your orgasm rising up rapidly, arching your back into him as his plump lips and teeth marked your neck. And just as you opened your mouth to say you’re about to cum, your release was taken away. His fingers left where you wanted them most and you whined, squirming slightly beneath him.

He chuckled, one of his hands teasingly caressing your thigh and the other smoothing down your hair, “Awe. What’s wrong, pretty baby? Did you think I’d let you cum after what you said? No no no.”

“Yeo, please,” you whisper, attempting to roll your hips again in a desperate plea to get back to your high.

Yeosang sat up on his knees between your legs and ripped your blouse open. You gasped, surprised by his action. You pouted a little watching the buttons from your new shirt be ripped off, but you had no time to be sad about it.

“Turn over.” It was a quick, rough demand. Before you even had time to properly turn, he flipped you himself.

You looked behind you, your eyes following his hands that pulled down his pants and briefs just enough to release his hard on. He wasted no time. His hands gripped your hips roughly and pulled your body toward him. “I’m going to make you scream, princess,” he voiced before sliding into you.

He gripped your wrists, holding your arms behind your back as he began railing into you. Your face was pushing against the carpet, but you didn’t care. The way he was stretching you, fucking you into oblivion didn’t give you any time to care about how your face was feeling.

“You think Mingi could make you feel like this? You think he knows how to fuck you like I do?”

You moaned loudly, almost screaming when he smacked your ass. Biting your lip with a whimper, “N-no, only you can fuck me like this.”

He smacked your ass again as confirmation, earning his another loud moan from you, “That’s right. You’re mine. Scream. I want everyone to hear how much of a little whore you are for me, how good I make you feel.”

You nodded in response, unable to form anymore words. Your eyes rolled back slightly at the feeling of him ramming into you, grinding right up against your sweet spot. Your moans got louder and more whiney as you were reaching your high.

Yeosang reached down, gripping your neck and pulling your body up against his. With a rough voice, letting you know he was close to, he growled into your ear, “Cum for me, pretty baby. Be a good little slut and cum all over me.”

His words were just enough, sending your straight over the edge, screaming his name as you reached your orgasm. Your pussy clenched around him as you came, him continuously ramming into you as he painted your walls. His strokes slowed down gradually as you both rode out your highs.

Taking a deep breath, Yeosang trailed a few open mouth kisses down your neck before picking you up off the floor. He sat you both down on the couch, kissing your temple, “Such a good girl for me. I hope you had fun tonight.”

You nodded, softly gripping his shirt as you let your eyes close, “I love you baby.” You felt yourself start to fall asleep, and Yeosang let you, whispering a soft ‘I love you’ back before you drifted off.

(a/n again: happy new year’s!!!)

#ateez fic #ateez smut #kang yeosang #yeosang #yeosang smut #jealousy

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infiniteorangethethird · 7 months

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first of all, please ignore (even delete) this if you're not in the mood because half of this'll be essentially just a rant, sorry. a positive one, but a rant nonetheless. i just wanna share with someone, preferably someone who knows what i'm talking about/what i mean. also please tell me if you don't want me to appear in your ask box like this ever again.

second of all, i wanna apologize for not writing you back, i just fucking forgot (seems to be a reoccuring theme with us ig). but if you wanna, i'd like to continue the conversation, especially that i haven't even heard about the second guy.

third of all, not to make you even more jealous but i think that our creative writing professor is a fucking genius. like holy shit.

the whole class i was adhd-ing so hard (so maybe having it doubled is not that good for my brain, oops - especially that we talk a lot and, well, listen to each other a lot and it requieres focus. anyway). i was fidgeting through the whole class and i think i hit the chair next to me like ten times and i wanted to scream because i was sure i was annoying, visible and sometimes even somewhat loud about it and eh. thankfully, we had a ten minute break and i think it was somewhat better after that.

but! onto the positive part! i was last to read and it gave me some anxiety beforehand but i really enjoyed reading and i think i said things nicely plus the feedback and i was very quickly in a good mood aaaand dopamine lol. then we played a game which was nice and also game!!

and then he said what we have to do for the next class which is esentially a retelling (any mythology, any type and even like any time-period? as in you can write the story again, like the song of achilles or place it in modern day or whatever. so like. how cool is that???) and here comes my fav part because i have been planning an orpheus and eurydice retelling with simon and adalaine for a while and i plan that as a big project, like a full book preferably but. still. i get to work with that! and i get to work with simon and adalaine! for my creative writing class!! absolutely losing my shit

anyway if you'd have an exercise like this what do you think, what would you write?? i'm so curious (i'm just generally so interested in the topic of retellings. like they're so cool). also if you wanna write it, i'd love to read it.

also curious about what do you think, what work of yours would you read out loud to get to know your writing at a class like this/at a writing club or smth?

also how are you?? hope you're doing ok.

sorry for the rant again. and for not writing you back. yeah

bestie hi hiii !!! don't ever feel bad for wriggling into my inbox it's always a pleasure seeing you here in my little corner of the internet! and it's always so good to hear abt what shenanigans you got into, seeing that we haven't seen each other in ages :( (speaking of which, any chance of you hanging 'round budapest in upcoming weeks perhaps?)

damn ur right u are making me kinda jealous hehe. but more importantly I'm so happy for u man!! you get to share your stories with an audience that listens and gives good feedback that's some really good stuff and I'm happy you get to experience that! and you know my opinions on Simon and their pals so the idea that you're gonna have written material for them (as in, more than there already is)?? damn now I really just wanna read more of your stuff 😩 (I mean. only if u want me to. like I'd love to read whatever you write for the class if ur comfy sharing 🥺)

Tbh I'm not much of a reteller-type - don't get me wrong I get feral about stories that manage to both acknowledge their roots and the fact that they are a different story to those roots, my current fav series for instance does a phenomenal job at this imo - I just personally prefer to tell original stories bc I feel I dunno, less limited? Still if I had to choose it would probably be Icarus's story, I know not the most original but the concept has me screaming crying foaming at the mouth and a lot of my little guys could fit into the story almost frighteningly well. Then again as much fun as talking abt my guys in an academic setting sounds like I'd probably be insufferable 😂

I'm not sure if I have works I'd be comfy reading in front of a class lol, most of what I already have is either unfinished/unedited or a 20k fic on ao3. but if I absolutely had to choose it'd probably be this one bc 1) it combines all my fav parts of writing (poetic wording, dark themes, utterly incomprehensible metaphors...) and 2) it's short so it won't take me ages to read it out loud lol

anyway don't feel bad for not answering you know exactly how my own short term memory works (hint: it doesn't) lmao. it doesn't count if we're both shit at replying to each others' stuff that just means were even 😂 (but seriously though I really don't mind I know how sometimes the brain just does a backflip unprompted)

and seriously feel free to rant at me any time you like as we already agreed normal chat apps <<<<<< tumblr when it comes to communication (but only if I can rant back at you hehe)

#damn i hope this is coherent i am. so braindead rn #wanted to answer before i forgot lol #btw if you'd rather i answered these in private do tell

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star-realities · 8 months

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PLEASE share more about this dr! So sad that DC is not a popular place to shift to

Gladly! This is my favorite DR atm it’s just great all around honestly.

Fair warning, this is a long post!

Onto my backstory!

So basically, when I was a kid a new rogue popped up with some memory-altering gas and organized a really nasty attack on Gotham. I got caught up in the attack and got my memories fully taken away. So I just kinda wandered around Gotham until Robin found me and Batman decided to take me in (my only DR with a “stable” father figure! Let’s gooooo).

I was really young, and Dick was still Robin, so I wasnt supposed to be a vigilante, but fuck than amiright? I started following them out on patrol and because of my meta abilities they couldn’t catch me. So Bat was like “fuck it, another child soldier” and BAM 2 Robins!!

Also about my meta abilities, they manifested due to the trauma from the attack I was involved in. And they’re bat-based! They were pretty subtle at first, so no one realized I had them until I started training.

Things are great, Damian joins the fam early after Talia decides to ditch her dad, Dick moves out, I break my leg, Jason joins the fam! Happy family, everything’s great, we’re thriving.

Then… BAM tragedy strikes. You really expected me to have a happy, un-traumatizing backstory? No way!

Jay and I get our shit rocked by the Joker. Thankfully, we live haha. I was able to keep us from getting crushed by the warehouse debris due to my enhanced strength. And B got there in time and called in Superman to pull us out of the wreckage.

Anyway, this event FREAKS ME TF OUT. Obviously both of us have to retire from being Robins, and I refuse to have anything to do with vigilantism or Batman. I even refused to speak to Bruce for a while.

I got some pretty nasty, very visible scars from this event. I was really ashamed of them, so I wouldn’t leave the manor or let the media see me. The public/media was told we were kidnapped by random thugs, but it was a conspiracy theory I actually died which is why I hadn’t been seen since it happened (obviously not lmao)

Few years later, Barbara convinces me to become the next batgirl after she had to retire. Night of my first patrol, literally about to leave the cave, bat signal lights. Joker escaped Arkham. Are you kidding me??? I completely flipped my shit. I refused to go out, and refused to ever be a vigilante again.

This didn’t last though, Steph and Cass joined the family and really brought me out of my shell. I helped train stephanie, which really brought back my love of fighting.

So I decided to train again, and just recently became Batgirl!

This DR has by far my angst-iest backstory, I promise I’m not always this dramatic. Onto more fun things!

Stephanie, Cass, and I? Besties <3

Jason and I had lowkey beef with Tim at first because, cmon, we almost die and now some other kid is Robin? But don’t worry, we all get along now!

I hit the joker with a chair once.

I do ballet!

I was adopted second, but I’m the third oldest sibling

I’ve got a motorcycle

I have a scar on my forehead from where I tripped and fell face-first into the batmobile T-T

I also have a scar on my ankle from falling off a roof (this was not fully my fault, Dick was also involved LMAO)

People outside of Gotham know that Batman exists, but the rest of us? Full on cryptid energy. Best evidence is some blurry photographs, the occasional video of one of us being dumb, or anecdotes from fast food workers. There’s a whole buzzfeed unsolved episode about it.

I only recently started making public appearances again, which is fun

The majority of the family are fire signs (including myself) so that’s going to be… a fun experience hahah

I normally work at night, but occasionally I patrol with Duke during the day!

#okay I’ll shut up now #this is my favorite DR atm I could talk about it for hours #also I have joker-scars on one side of my mouth (healing ability stopped the other side from sticking)#that’s why I refused to leave the house #also my costume serves #I love designing hero suits #reality shifting #shifting #shiftblr #desired reality #shifting realities #if you wanna talk about your dc/hero DRs in the comments/my dms GO FOR IT!!!

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coralsgrimes · 1 year

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So I’m honestly asking because I have no clue what you are referring to. Why do you hate Ben Barnes so much? You seem to keep referring to things he did but you didn’t say what. I’m confused but I really have no idea what these bad things are and would like to find out.

Ye really do make me typing like a madman today lol

Said it a million times and I don't hate Benny Boy. Imma just disappointed and also hate is a strong word and I neither have the time nor am I 12 to hate someone online lol

I don't say what he was fucking up cuz this blog is mostly our own lil pond and I generally assume that everyone swimming here should know by now x.x also I've been repeating myself over and over about all of this shite. Scroll waaaay down lol

But since I'm typing...

So the thingies that I personally find to be hurtful, the fangirls been putting a flaming sword up me ass when I mention them. Can ye believe???

The first thing is obvi the half naked photoshoot in a pool, with a minor! which he called romantic! done by a photographer who he called his friend and who also photographed Sofia Richie aged 14/15 like she was a on a cover of the hustler.

Then we have his ongoing association, PUBLIC ASSOCIATION, with a circle of friends that includes scientologist, racists, sex pests, people protecting and vouching for the sex pests some of them currently on trial, also women who engage in victim blaming publicly, and not so surprisingly a cult leader wannabes are in that crowd as well. And again, this are not some fandom connect the dots allegations. This is all a open public we been friends for years said out loud.

And the next thing, that me thinks had broken the Benny spell completely, was his 'crisis in Ukraine' insta post from last April (featuring choose love... cuz why not). The obvious months wait for a fucking t-shirt to arrive, sunny day happy photoshoot and advertisement friendly language so that instagram won't cut his visibility so everyone could see what a great chap he is! The bare minimum, the bad taste, the quick edit of the post after he been called out and obvi the radio silence since.

Oh coral but it's not like he the worst person in the fucking world. Like no he's not but the picture he tries to paint of himself is cracking and showing how fucking fake it is... No surprise tho he a celebrity and british after all x.x

In other thingies, he obvi a bestie with Jules who i have personal beef with completely outside of Benny.

Speaking of her, the very possible possibility that he been having an affair with a married woman is kind of wow okay something if ye ask me. Then we have his music which should be classified as a dangerous especially for aquatic life (🪸), young and elderly and everyone else.

Yesh I know celebs are fake but he is just... The fakest at this point?? Like so obviously fake without a drop of genuine intentions, just doing this to secure his cushy life.

Oh and while we still at around twin flames orbit. The pandemic... Stay home be a good boy, but not me!! I am Benjamin Barnes and I shall do the opposite and then gaslight gatekeep...

I can go into/list more irks honestly but that's just ye know being petty and cherry picking kind of. Ye know I say I hate his look at me imma an activist reposts but other peeps are glad he 'spoken out' about the issue. Then there are his fandom games and basically begging his fangirls to baby him like when he's called out... He can't take responsibility for anything (pandemic travel anyone??) and he won't take direct and decisive stand on anything ever (not even saying world issues, I mean his so called FEMALE friends that needed strong public support but he stayed silent) cuz as long as he is bland and pleases everyone he is cool he is safe.

And at the end of the day what he does is he covers up, avoids and baits with something else hoping that the air clears. Here we should look at his 'brother' Chris D'Elia. He was sniffing around him at a time he was assaulting several women, Benny at the same time was dating a wannabe model in her early 20s... Allegations about D'Elia circled around for years but no one dared to speak loudly cuz he was SOMEONE. Then shit hits the fan and what our dear boy Benny does??? He, with a speed of a lightning, deletes covers up blocks gets rid off any obvious connection to his so called brother. Case closed.

Also like his enormous ego and the obsession to cover up his private life like crazy, that kinda sus and not healthy I want a private life but again it's just me lol

Would link me old posts but I'm on the mobile app and it's like so hard to find all that shite. There are more details in them old posts if ye as interested. But this is the crash course into Benny Boy by Coral lol

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writer-in-theory · 2 years

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a fairytale in vegas (spencer reid x reader)

requests: Spence and reader are coworkers who can’t stand each other, both from vegas and unbeknownst to them Diana and readers parent live in the same facility and are besties. Spend holidays together, arguments, one guest bed, stranded in the airport together, come back to in time for the BAU holiday dinner at Rossi’s and the first thing they hear is “knew it. Pass me the $ I won” (from @reidsbookclub )

summary: co-workers reader and spencer were relieved to get some time away from each other over the holidays, so they're in for a surprise when their mothers let them know they'll all be spending christmas together.

category: fluff

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

content warnings: christmas, mild language, major spoiler for the end of s6

word count: 5.4k

a/n: this was such a fun prompt, thank you so much for allowing me to write this, grecy. Also a huge thanks to athena ( @safespacespence ) for being my wonderful, amazing beta because this fic would not have gotten done without you, you're remarkable

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“Have any fun plans for Christmas?”

It was the moment you’d been waiting for all week: it was the day before Christmas Eve and the final day of work for an entire four-day weekend. As the week dragged on, the more time you spent glancing to your desk calendar, aching for the moment Hotch would say you all were free for the break. It wasn’t that you hated your job—on the contrary, this was the best team you’d ever had the fortune to work with. The problem, namely, was one person.

Spencer fucking Reid.

You couldn’t even pinpoint anything specific, just that no one had ever aroused as much frustration as he did. Maybe it was the way you two were always compared—two doctors from Las Vegas who were raised by single mothers, who joined the FBI young and excelled within the BAU. Maybe it was the constant air of confidence he carried when he rattled off facts he knew, the quick flashes of pure faith that he was right. Either way, you couldn’t wait to have a full weekend without seeing his face.

“I’m going back to Vegas to celebrate Christmas with my mom,” you explained to JJ, shouldering your bag as the two of you headed toward the elevator.

“Oh, Spence is headed out to Las Vegas, too. Maybe you’ll run into each other,” the other woman voiced, causing you to send a side glance her way. “Maybe this is just what you two need to start getting along.”

“I’ll be staying far away from Spencer Reid, thank you very much.”

At least, that had been the plan, anyway. Nothing could have ever prepared you for walking into your mother’s long-term care facility to see two extra people gathered around her normally empty table. After so many facility transfers, you’d finally found a home able to properly make your mother happy. It had only been about a year that she’d been there, so you hadn’t been too surprised when she sat alone every time you visited her. Now though, there was a woman near her age with short blond hair sitting beside her, and sitting on the couch across from them was a man with curly brown hair. From where you were standing only the back of his head and shoulders were visible, but even from there you knew who this was.

Spencer. Fucking. Reid.

Of all the people your mother could have befriended, it had to be his mom? You knew the other woman had received the same care that yours did, but never once had you thought to ask where she was living. You knew your mom had made a new friend in recent weeks, talking all about a Diana who was absolutely hilarious and was able to hold the poignant conversations your mom missed. Still, you’d never once thought that this Diana could have ever been Diana Reid.

It would be easy to turn around. You could call your mom from the car and tell her that you were running late, come up with any excuse to save you from spending the holiday with Spencer.

You didn’t do any of that. Instead, you finished walking up to the seating area, knowing that the gasp and wide smile from your mom was worth it.

“Oh, Cricket, you made it!” your mom cheered, standing to wrap you up in a tight hug. It wasn’t often you got to see her in person, not since taking the job with the BAU. It was far too easy to forget how much you missed these moments until you were back in her arms, a wave of comfort immediately rushing through you at her touch. Even the childhood nickname brought a smile to your face as you wondered if she would ever get over calling you that. “Was your flight okay? Diana’s son was just telling us that his was full of turbulence.”

“It was fine, I can handle a little turbulence,” you answered, shooting Spencer a look.

It was then it finally registered for him who you were. You watched as his relaxed smile dropped and his eyes visibly hardened as a wall was erected between you. “I never said I was bothered by it,” he returned to you, shoulders tensing as you came to sit beside him. It was a small couch, leaving your shoulders and thighs to brush against one another.

“You must be Y/N, your mom has told me so much about you,” Diana spoke up, though her eyes were carefully watching her son.

“I am, it’s nice to finally meet you. Mom’s told me a lot about you too.”

“It’s so funny we never put two and two together!” your mom laughed, sitting back down in her seat beside Diana. “How great is it that you two are coworkers?”

“It’s so great,” you lied, keeping your gaze firmly away from your mom so she wouldn’t see the truth like she so often did. “I’m so happy I get to spend more time with Spencer.”

“I was just about to say the same about you,” Spencer added practically through gritted teeth, upper body leaned away from you as much as possible without being too obvious.

“So how did you get to the BAU, Y/N?” Diana asked. “I know it was that Agent Gideon who put the idea in my son’s head, did he recruit you too?”

“No, Agent Gideon retired before I joined the team,” you explained, fighting back a wince when you knew what a sore subject it was for the man beside you. “I worked as an FBI agent out of Los Angeles for a couple of years. I eventually got into some consulting work for David Rossi while he was writing one of his books. When a spot opened on his team, he recommended me for the position.”

“A spot didn’t just open, L/N,” Spencer snapped, causing you to whip your head around to face him.

Of course, you’d known that. It had been part of what made you hesitate to even take the position in the first place, knowing you’d be the agent who was replacing one of the beloved members of the team. Not only that, but you were replacing a person who’d been killed in the line of duty, who was rumored to have been tortured to death while protecting her teammates. There was no replacing Emily Prentiss, but Rossi was asking you to try anyway.

“I know that,” you sighed, wishing that Spencer was able to put this behind him as everyone else had. There had been some hesitation at the start as they all tried to warm up to you, but eventually, they had accepted you in as another member of their ragtag little group. The only one who hadn’t even made an effort was the man sitting beside you now. He’d kept you at a distance from the very beginning, brushing off your conversations as soon as you’d try to start them. Eventually, you stopped trying with him, instead choosing to give him the same treatment he’d given you. From then on, the two of you had done nothing but fight with one another, to the point where it had to be obvious to the rest of the team.

“Then don’t say it like that.”

“I was trying to keep the mood light, I didn’t mean anything bad by it.”

“How about we decorate some cookies?” your mom quickly suggested. “The staff made some sugar cookies for all of us to decorate for the holidays.”

That was how you ended up sitting around a small table with your mom, Spencer, and his mom. A cookie was in front of you, your tongue poking out as you drew Zero the dog in frosting on it. Though it was a scary thought, spending the rest of the night and next day with Spencer, if it continued like this then maybe you’d be alright. It was relaxing to sit there with nothing to worry about but the cookie in front of you. Even Spencer seemed content beside you—his shoulders finally untensing and his entire focus trained on the cookie in front of him. His head was tilted down, a few loose strands of hair falling into his face. The light hanging above the table was trained on him just right so he was softly illuminated by it, creating a scene that you daresay was absolutely beautiful.

“Cricket, why can’t you draw something Christmas-y?” your mom sighed as she leaned over to view your work.

This had been an argument since the movie had come out; your mom insisted that the movie was not a proper Christmas movie.

“It is Christmas-y, Mom,” you protested, sporting a playful look that had her rolling her eyes in fondness.

“The movie features Santa Claus, so I’d consider it a Christmas movie,” Spencer piped up, eyes flicking from the cookie to your face. “It’s a good recreation.”

“Thanks,” you answered slowly, half-expecting a jab to quickly follow. When none came, a piece of the wall between you came crumbling down. “See? I told you, Mom, Zero is Christmas.”

“Oh, now I thought I liked you, Spencer,” your mom teased before returning to her own dessert and chatting with Diana about some book that she’d finally gotten to reading.

“There a reason for the mistletoe?” you asked as you leaned over to look at what Spencer had been drawing on his cookie.

“It’s an interesting Christmas tradition that actually has more to do with Pagan rituals than the Christian celebration,” Spencer explained, leaning back so he could look at you properly. “Many believe the tradition of kissing under it began with the Celtic Druids, who believed it was a sym—”

“Yeah, a symbol of fertility and eventually became a way to ward of bad luck and evil spirits, I got that part,” you laughed. “I meant, does you picking that mistletoe mean you have someone you want to kiss?”

If you would’ve known the question would spark a bashful reaction from Spencer, you might not have asked it at all. His cheeks flushed red and his eyes dipped down to stare at where his hands were picking at each other. A purse of his lips that ended in a small smile was the final straw—the image that made you wonder why it was fair that Spencer got to look as stunning as he did.

“No, there’s no one I intend to kiss under the mistletoe this year,” he admitted in a soft voice, body turning so he could resume working on the cookie.

The problem of it all was that he was your type. Beautiful in a non-obvious way, incredibly smart but not too arrogant about it, and empathetic in a way you hadn’t thought possible for one person to be. If this was anyone but Spencer Reid, you’d be falling head over heels for him in an instant.

But it was Spencer Reid. So instead of admitting any of this to him, you resumed your own work with the hope that he would do something to remind you of why you didn’t like him in the first place.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The moment happened when it was time for bed.

Your mother had promised you one of the guest rooms at the sanatorium, a little bedroom with a private bath attached. It was true that you’d get to stay the night there, but she hadn’t told you that there was only one room left and Spencer was also promised a guest bed.

Spencer, who was now standing in the room with you—signature bag slung over his shoulder alongside a duffel of what you’d assume to be clothes—and staring in near-horror at the singular bed.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.”

You weren’t sure what you expected, but it certainly wasn’t that.

Even from the beginning, the rest of the team regaled you with stories of how selfless and kind Spencer Reid was. Perhaps it was a way of convincing you that he wasn’t anything like the way he treated you, but after a while, it was hard not to believe their repeated statements.

Full of shit, they were.

“Well, I’m not sleeping on the floor either,” you returned, crossing your arms over your chest with an indignant huff.

“We can’t both sleep in the bed.”

“If you’re so worried about it then take the floor.”

“No,” Spencer protested immediately, tossing his duffel onto the bed for good measure.

“Fine, then get used to sharing a bed with me,” you told him, dropping your suitcase to rummage through for a pair of pajamas. “Hopefully you don’t melt from being too close to me.”

“Are you always this dramatic?”

“I don’t know, am I?” you shot back instantly, smirking as Spencer only rolled his eyes in response. “Turn around, I need to change.”

“I’ve seen you without a shirt on you know,” he pointed out, “when you got shot in the field.”

“This is different, asshole.” Your hands were on his shoulders, pushing lightly until he gave in and turned around. It hadn’t been a particularly scary moment for you—not understanding the dangers of a bullet in the shoulder—but your teammates and friends had been plenty concerned for you. “And you know it.”

“How is it different? Most people are nervous about other people seeing them without clothes because they never have before. I’ve already seen what you look like, why should it matter?”

It made sense if you thought about it, but the issue stemmed from the fact that it was Spencer who was saying it. There was no way you’d let him win this time, not when he was so used to doing so. “It’s different because I said so,” you answered simply, getting re-dressed in your sleep clothes before tossing your day shirt at him to alert Spencer to the fact that he could turn back around.

“That’s a terrible argument.”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“No, actually, it didn’t.”

Spencer didn’t ask you to turn around. In fact, he seemed completely unbothered by your eyes drifting down to his bare arms and chest as he swapped out his sweater for a sleep shirt. Maybe the confidence was simply to spite you, but he seemed to stare you down as you looked—and God, did you look. How could you not? You’d expected to see a thin body devoid of muscle build-up, but instead, you saw a man who’d clearly been working on his figure. He was still thin and small, but you saw the beginnings of lean muscle tone that made something flutter about in your chest.

“See? It’s a big deal because you haven’t seen me without a shirt before,” Spencer pointed out, always desperate to prove his theories were right. It was part of what annoyed you in the beginning, the way he could so easily switch personalities when there was something to prove.

“Shut up, Reid,” you snapped back, hurrying to look away so he wouldn’t see the evidence of your flushed cheeks. You crawled into bed, Spencer soon joining you. There weren’t enough pillows to make a wall between you, so you’d have to settle for hoping he wasn’t a cuddler in his sleep. “Make sure you stay on your side of the bed.”

“I heard that you snore, maybe try to keep quiet.”

“That’s not true.”

“How would you know? You would be asleep while it’s happening.” Spencer was infuriating, that much you were able to confirm tonight. JJ had been so sure that spending some time with each other would settle whatever differences still lingered between one another. Though now, laying in a bed slightly too small for two people, you wonder how you two could ever reconcile anything.

“Can you keep your cold-ass feet away from me?” you snapped when the bottom of his foot brushed against your skin.

“The bed is too short, my feet were hanging off of the end,” Spencer snapped right back, “I don’t have anywhere else to put them.”

“Just because the bed sucks for you doesn’t mean you can put your clammy feet on me. Why the hell are they so cold anyway?”

“I don’t know, want me to go put socks on?”

“Please,” you begged, laughing as he immediately shot out of bed to find a pair, “I didn’t know that was an option.”

“Does that mean I can keep my feet up?”

“Yeah, as long as they can’t sap all the heat out of my leg, I don’t really care.”

That was enough to pull a laugh from Spencer. Not one of the fake chuckles you so often got, but a full, uninhibited laugh that lit up the room. “You’re not overexaggerating at all, are you?”

“Nope,” you teased right back, popping the ‘p’, “I would’ve been afraid of a total heat death with those things.”

“It’s a convincing argument,” Spencer returned as he climbed back into bed, and you’d pretend not to think about the fact that he might be laying closer to you than before.

“I know it is, that’s why I made it.”

“You’re humble too,” and any other time it would’ve seemed like another jab, something Spencer would make fun of you with. Now it seemed like an old joke with a friend, something for you to smile at from across the pillows.

“I’m as humble as you,” you countered, voice missing its usual sharp edges used against him.

It was silent for only a few seconds, but the time stretched long. You found yourself wanting to hold onto this conversation, the first friendly encounter with him that you’d had in ages. It was the first sign of hope that—maybe, with time—you could work on the same team as Spencer without constantly arguing.

“Is that what started all of this? You think I’m arrogant?” His voice was soft, the sound barely lifting over the pillows to reach your ears. It was dark, but you could just make out his tightened expression in front of you. The question was formed in the same careful manner he asked about the rest of the team—always able to tell when someone was hurt by careless words thrown about.

“You really don’t know?” you whispered back, almost daring him to be the one to break the quiet. After everything that had happened, everything that the two of you had said to one another, Spencer didn’t even know why you didn’t like him?

“Am I supposed to?” It was the innocence that Reid still carried with him even after everything he’d seen, the gentle reminder that Spencer had entered this life young. While you were beginning your doctorate studies, Spencer Reid was being recruited into the FBI. He’d grown up in this job, was still growing up here. Where you’d been allowed to live freely and make your own mistakes to learn from, only the best had ever been expected from Spencer. There were no mistakes, no signs of weakness allowed when there was already so much to prove as the youngest person ever let into the FBI. “What happened?”

You wanted to be angry. You wanted to scream and yell at Spencer—because how could he treat you so poorly and not even remember it? Blaming him would only perpetuate the cycle, would only make it impossible to ever relate to the man laying in your bed. It could happen, you knew after a year of working together that the team worked fine despite your arguing. The animosity was upsetting because the team was used to being a family, but no one liked everyone at work, right?

“I was recruited by David Rossi after the death of Emily Prentiss,” you explained, knowing that Spencer was already aware of the situation. How could you possibly start anywhere but the beginning, though, knowing what would happen later? “I’d done some consulting work for him in my spare time. I read all of his stories and grew to fall in love with the BAU. You all seemed like family, a team who didn’t have to be that close but still chose to love each other anyway. When I got the call, I couldn’t wait to join that family.”

“Y/N, I—”

“Let me finish,” you told him, knowing if you stopped now you wouldn’t have the strength to explain again. It was easier to lay in the dark, to stare at the ceiling and not have to face him; only hoping your voice could carry the truth as clearly as it could.

“It was only ever my Mama and I, you know? I’d visit Mom in whatever facility she was in that year, but on any ordinary day it was just Mama. After she...I never thought I’d be able to look at another crime scene photo again, but Rossi never let me give up. He reminded me that if I put in the work, I’d have a team to welcome me in. And everyone did, for the most part.

But I was the agent meant to take the open spot left by Emily Prentiss. No one wanted to get too close to me, but they eventually got used to me being there. Everyone, except...”

“Me,” Spencer finished, his hand reaching out to find you. It landed on your arm, sliding down until he gripped your hand in his. “Y/N, I’m sorry. Emily was one of my best friends, she died protecting all of us. I couldn’t...”

“I think, if I really sat down and looked at everything, that I wanted to find something to hate you for. You never accepted me, so I refused to accept you,” you explained, squeezing his hands despite how chilled his fingers were. “I refused to be hurt by it, so I was angry instead.”

“I’ll do better, from now on,” Spencer told you, and it was everything you’d wanted to hear from the beginning. The gentle reassurance that you were wanted on the team, that you weren’t some replacement for a much better person.

“You’re still the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

Another laugh from Spencer, the first sounds above a gentle murmur since climbing into the protective bubble of this bed. It was a space pulled out of time, a space where even the worst of enemies can find something in common.

“You’re definitely high up on that list,” Spencer returned, hand untangling from yours as he readjusted on the bed.

“I’m not at the top? You could have given me first for something, Reid. ”

“Go to bed,” he laughed, and you imagined him rolling his eyes at your teasing.

“Technically I am in bed.”

“Go to sleep, we have a busy day tomorrow.”

And a busy day you had. Never before had you considered spending your Christmas in a long-term care facility to be fun, but now as you packed up your belongings and headed to the airport you wished the day would’ve never ended.

It had begun with waking beside Spencer and taking in the easy beauty on his face. There was no wall up when he was asleep, just that natural innocence leaking out onto a soft expression. He’d sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and trying to tame his messy curls. The two of you had gotten ready together and joined your mothers in the main room.

They’d been overjoyed to see you two getting along. Though you’d tried to put up a good front, it had been obvious to them that neither of you enjoyed the others’ company. But on Christmas morning, you could finally say you wanted to spend more time with Spencer.

There was something about him. Maybe it was the way he understood you as no one else had before, or the way he seemed to bring out those strong emotions you hadn’t thought possible to feel. There was the way he smiled brightly as he handed his mother a carefully wrapped present that was so obviously a book, and there was the way he looked at you and for the first time in a year, his gaze softened.

Then your mother pointed out what you failed to see while you were talking to Spencer.

“Oh, look at you two!” she cooed, drawing the attention of several other residents of Bennington’s. “You’re the first people to be caught under the mistletoe. I was starting to think it’d never happen.”

“What? No, Mom, we’re not u-” you began, though a quick glance up confirmed your fears. Taped to the wall just beside you and Spencer was a tiny sprig of mistletoe, looking a little worse for wear but still hanging on. “We’re under a mistletoe.”

“You know what that means, don’t you?” she called back, a practically sinister look on her face. Clearly, your mother knew what she was doing, and there was absolutely no way she would rescue you from this.

“Standing under a mistletoe and not kissing brings bad luck,” Spencer spoke up then, hazel eyes never leaving your face.

“You know the original tradition was to kiss on the cheek,” you told him, wanting to give the man an out in case he hadn’t had the same change of heart.

Spencer blew away all of your expectations, however, and held your face between his hands. Suddenly his lips were on yours, and it was like the world clicked into place. How had you gone a year hating this man? How was it possible, when you were kissing him and wishing you could stay this close forever?

“I was wrong yesterday,” Spencer breathed when you two finally pulled apart, chest heaving despite the innocence of the kiss.

So much had gone on yesterday it almost felt like a week had passed since first arriving at Bennington’s. What could Spencer possibly be talking about? It was tough to sort through the memories when the feel of Spencer’s lips still lingered on your own, leaving you silent in front of him.

“I do have someone I want to kiss under the mistletoe,” he whispered, as though it were a secret meant only for him.

It was so unexpected, so wildly unlike him that it make your head reel back like a physical blow. You stared, wondering when his expression would break and he’d admit it was all a cruel joke. None of that happened. Instead, he smiled and looked down—it was that bashful look you never once thought would be directed to you.

In one night, everything had changed. Suddenly Spencer Reid wasn’t the arrogant ass who tried to irritate you every four seconds, but instead, the man who was standing in front of you now asking for the chance to rewrite his story with you.

So you did what no one in Quantico would ever believe: you pulled Spencer in again to press a kiss to his lips, hoping your taste would linger in the same way he did. You held him close long after your lips had parted, never wanting to lose the feeling of his skin under yours.

“You don’t need mistletoe to kiss me.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

If the world was a perfect place, the holiday would never end.

Instead of being on a plane right back home, you’d still be sitting in Bennington’s—Spencer’s hand in yours while your mothers swapped stories from when they were younger. In only a couple of days, he’d managed to change your opinion of him. The entire past year of fights had been reduced down to nothing more than a misunderstanding between two good people.

It was a gentle crumbling of the wall between you—the bud that would blossom into a new, more beautiful fruit. It was a promise of a better story, one wrought with love instead of bitter hate. It was the unspoken hope that this new beginning would become a beautiful love story for the ages.

“What should we tell them?” Spencer asked as you pulled the car up to Rossi’s mansion. The team celebrated with their individual families on Christmas day, but the next day was reserved for a team dinner. It was everything David Rossi had promised you before, the proof that this team was more of a family than they ever needed to be.

If you so chose, the two of you could part ways in Quantico and never speak about this weekend again. It would be your secret shared with Spencer Reid, a quiet kiss and gentle reassurances about each other as people—a real-life fairytale played out in Vegas.

There was nothing you wanted more than to tell the world about Spencer Reid. You wanted to tell the team all about the cookies, and the fight-turned-makeup in bed together, and even all about the kiss that would lead to several more kisses in the brief time you spent in Vegas. Just as you wanted your mother to know everything about your life, you wanted this family to know about you.

So you took Spencer’s hand, squeezing gently as you told him, “We tell them the truth.”

No words would need to be said. The rest of the team had clearly been waiting on you, sending you texts throughout the day to keep tabs on your flight. When the door opened, all of them rushed into the entryway to see you and Spencer—dressed in warm coats over your Vegas-fit outfits, hands entwined between you and a matching set of soft smiles on your faces.

None of them said anything for a long moment. It felt a little like bringing your partner home to meet your parents, wondering if they actually approved of your love or if they were giving you a hard time. You shifted where you stood, Spencer squeezing your hand to remind you that this was not a solitary moment. He was here, beside you where he should have been this entire time.

“We have something to tell you,” Spencer admitted, taking the lead where you struggled to find the courage. This was Spencer, the man they’d all seen grow up in the BAU, the man they would all do anything to protect. They accepted you as a teammate, but would they accept you as the person he cared for?

It was Derek who spoke first, before Spencer explained anything.

“Rossi, I’ll take that twenty now.”

Spencer figured it out before you did, the little jerk. He gasped, saying something about how he couldn’t believe they’d really bet money on a teammate’s love life. You were focused on Rossi pulling out his wallet and handing a crisp bill over to Derek, who wore the most triumphant smirk you’d ever seen on the man.

“Hotch, you really allowed this?” you asked, turning your head to face the unit chief and resident Team Dad. He had the good sense to appear embarrassed at being caught, but instead of reprimanding the team he also pulled out his wallet and handed a bill over to JJ.

“Not you guys too,” Spencer sighed, shaking his head despite still wearing that small smile of his.

“You were going to Vegas together, I knew you’d find something in common,” was all JJ had to say about it.

“C’mon, Kid, everyone knew you and Reid would get together once you got over yourself,” Rossi told you, breaking your hold on the genius to pull you in for a hug. “I’m glad you finally did.”

“Yeah,” you echoed softly, head turned to watch as Hotch told Spencer something that made the younger man absolutely beam, “I am too.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

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michu-writes · 2 years

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its me, 📼anon on their actual account!! how are you bestie? :D

ANYWAYS ANYWAYS I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD WRITE HOW THE MAIN 4 + CRAIGS GANG WOULD REACT TO A STREAMER S/O THAT LIKES TO BRING THEM INTO THE ROOM WHEN THEYRE STREAMING/STREAM WITH THEM

when theyre comfortable with it ofc!!

tysm michu!! have a great day!!

A/N: OMG HIHI!! I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH BECAUSE IVE RECENTLY TAKEN A LIKING OF SOUTH PARK STREAMER AU SO THANK U

Btw I only write for 4 characters at a time BUT IDC JUST FOR U

Eric Cartman

He'd steal the whole show/stream. When you first dragged him into the stream for the first time, it was the biggest mistake. Some people from from school were watching, and started commenting mean stuff about him, which quickly escalated in Cartman trying to cancel them on Twitter. Because of that, you only let Cartman in on special occasions if you know what I mean. But anyways, when he actually is in the streams, he'd actually be really entertaining towards the chat/viewers. Like he'd just talk to them, and maybe start shit talking a few people from class, but that's what's fun about it. Also expect Cartman to at least get canceled once.

Kyle Broflovski

Kyle would be really awkward. He's really happy for you to do what you enjoy, but when you asked him if he wanted to join in for a little, he panicked. He'd just slowly walk over to the camera and be like "Uh.... Hey chat! How are you?" And then whisper "What am I supposed to say?!" to you lol. Once he gets the hang of it, he'd sometimes ask if he could join in your stream too. Maybe answer some questions about himself, get to know your chat, etc. The whole chat would probably go simp mode for him. When they compliment him, he'd turn red as his hair and turn into pure panic. Like Kyle is now the chats favorite person, and would start freaking out if they ever see the slightest bit of him in the background or something. It funny though. But if you get jealous about it, Kyle would definitely tease you about it.

Stan Marsh

Just like Kyle, he'd be awkward, but at least try to talk with the chat and entertain them somehow. It's very visible in his face that he's struggling. Also don't show any kind of small affectionate gestures to him, he doesn't wanna embarrass himself nor you on stream by vomiting all over the place. But he did once, but it was all good I think, except when you lost a few viewers- He'd tease you a lot on the streams, just to make you flustered. He thinks it's cute and funny and loves the chat. Sometimes he'd even get on your desktop and start streaming without you knowing, just to have a little fun. He'd maybe play a few video games while he's at it as well.

Kenny McCormick

I think he'd maybe hangout at your house a lot because we all know why, even when you're streaming so the chat probably knew him from the start. He's actually good at holding your chat entertained. Wether or not that would be just talking, playing video games, watch something funny, etc. He's the chats favorite just like Kyle. Once he held like a flirting competition with the chat, in which he easily won and earned a lot of simps after. Expect a lot of fan edits of him. Even the smallest of screen time this dude gets when he's seen in the background of your streams, your chat will start screaming his name and force you to get him to join for the stream.

Kenny made at least one joke about "Guess I'm dating the chat now, bye (y/n)."

Craig Tucker

Oh you stream? That's cool. He's totally chill about it, and would be really happy for you if you were like a big streamer or something. Regardless, he's still really supportive of you. He'd watch your streams all the time, and would turn on his notifications and moderate the chat as well. But once you ask him if he wanted join in the camera, everything became kinda awkward. He tries to be talkative, but he seemed so sarcastic. At first, the chat thought that he was just a creepy guy who probably didn't care about you, until he got more comfortable actually started to talk a bit more. He's also one of the boys who also gets a few simps.

Also sudden kisses on streams from you. He adores it, but doesn't show it. He only blushes a bit and gives you a head pat, but once the stream is over, he'd shower you in kisses and praises. He just likes people to know that you're his, and he's yours. The chat would probably get really jealous of your relationship, which both of you can laugh at.

Tweek Tweak

Sorry, but no. He'd get so stressed and anxious, he prefers just watching instead of coming with you. It's not like he doesn't want to or hates you, he's just afraid of messing things up. He adores your work. But if he does join somehow, he'd have like at least 20 cups of coffee beside him, and everyone would wonder why he drinks so much coffee. You just have to stop him and reassure him that it's fine. Some people in the chat would call him cute and adorable, which he would sometimes blush at, and some people may think that he's a total weirdo... But luckily you'll just have to distract him from seeing those comments. If he ever saw a mean comment about you though, he'd go all out on that person, which will leave both you and the viewers kinda shocked. Like okay, he get it that he gets picked on, but you? You're literally the love of his life, he would never let anyone talk shit about you.

Anyways, he doesn't like pda in general, but just like Craig, he doesn't mind getting kisses on the cheek in camera just to make people jealous. Like he'd feel so powerful lmao.

Clyde Donovan

Best duo. Once he joins, everything will be so goddamn fun and cool. Like he'd do some sick and chaotic things just to show off like jumping off a high unstable cabinet in the room, dance to old 2015 meme songs, even jokingly flirt with some of the donators, etc. He'd just completely take care of the whole stream, while you can just sit back and relax, kinda. I think he'd do anything to get views (not like Cartman level though), but not if you don't want to. If someone asks him do something really chaotic or to the point it's actually kinda dangerous, he'd be like "Only if

(y/n) is fine with it." in which you'd have to say no to anything dangerous. He'd brag and tease about you too. Like say stuff like "Guys did you know that my amazing s/o is the best cuddler? Too bad they're not your s/o hahahahshs" or "They actually snore when they sleep, but they sound like little piglets in a good way."

Sometimes the chat would ask where Clyde is when you're not streaming with him. Also expect a bunch of edits of him too lol.

Tolkien Black

He thinks you're so cool and is proud of have a streamer as his s/o. Like he's so proud of you and wouldn't hesitate to buy a setup for you or literally anything you need in general. He wants to be as useful as possible, that includes just supporting you by watching your streams and sharing it to his friends and stuff. He'd be honored to be in your stream, and is actually decent and neutral about it. He was just happy that he got to spend time with you in a fun way. He's usually not the type to get into much trouble, but for you, he'd do anything. But when you're streaming with him, it will usually be a chill and calm stream, but that doesn't mean things can escalate and become pretty loud.

Everyone loves him, and thinks that your relationship is adorable <33333.

Jimmy Valmer

He thinks you being a streamer is literally the best. A comedian and a streamer dating? He's so happy for you to get to do something you really enjoy. Anyways, we all know that he's a really good entertainer. He wouldn't mind or hesitate to join in on your streams. He'd use his humor and comedy to entertain your viewers, which he is successful for. I think he'd probably use dark humor as well, which could lead you into almost getting banned- but it was fun. Having Jimmy in your streams is always a highlight. His jokes and comedy would always bring smiles and laughs to other people, including you. You definitely received a lot more popularity on your streams after Jimmy, but that doesn't stop you. People still loved you.

Also a bunch of Jimmy fanedits 👍

#South Park #sp #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #Eric Cartman #craig tucker #tweek tweak #tolkien black #token black #Jimmy Valmer #x reader #x y/n #y/n #reader insert #South Park x reader #fanfiction #headcanon

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celestialevie · 3 years

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George confessing his feelings towards you by accident

This is an early birthday gift to my best friend @snapesdaughsjm, happy birthday bestie<3

It was just another regular evening for George and you. You would cuddle in his bed whilst you read a chosen book of the week, until he falls asleep to the sound of your voice.

This week's chosen book was (imagine any book you wish) getting comfortable on his bed, ready to pick up from where you left off last night

Whilst you wouldn't say it was easy to cuddle with your best friend and watching him fall asleep, you won't deny it's your favourite part of the day. He always look so warm and cuddly, just makes you want to kiss him all over his freckly face. But of course you couldn't, so you stick to reading him a book every night.

Without your knowledge, George had the same thoughts as you. How much he loves the fact that your voice is the last thing he hears before falling asleep close to you.

'' You comfy Georgie? Can I start? '' you asked him. With a small nod of his head, you began reading. The funny thing is, this book was about best friends falling for each other. And another funny thing is, he chose this week's book. If you weren't in such a denial, you would think he's sending you subtle signs about how he feels.

He was on the verge of falling asleep when you heard him mumur something. Gently you asked him to repeat what he just said. '' I love your voice y/n. I love you. '' and with that he fell asleep leaving you completely baffled and shocked. Quietly you got up from his bed, returning to your own dorm. That night you got no sleep, head full of thoughts about did he really mean those words or was he just sleep talking

The next day you barely saw him. Fred and him were always somewhere busy with planning pranks or just making plans about their joke shop they want to open in the future.

Before you even realised, it was time for you to go to George's dorm for your nightly reading. There is no other option for you but to directly ask him if he meant what he said last night or you'd go crazy thinking about it.

Knocking on his door before getting inside, he was already in half sitting position with his back resting on the headboard of the bed. '' Hi love '' he greeted her with a smile. '' Hi Georgie. '' sitting down next to him, you were visibly nervous and George was picking up on that. '' What's wrong? '' his eyebrows furrowed and lines formed in between them. '' I need to talk to you. About something you said last night. '' he looked at you confused. '' What did I say last night? '' '' Well first time I didn't understand you because you mumured it, on the edge of falling asleep. So I asked you to repeat what you just said and you said you love my voice and...that you love me...'' George let out a sigh from his mouth and you knew that those words did not mean anything. '' I guess the cat's out of bag now, huh? It's true. Both of those things. I love your voice and I am in love with you. '' gently taking your hands in his, he looked at you directly in your eyes. '' I've been in love with you for quite some time now. Just never felt like I could tell you and not ruin our friendship. But if you feel the same way, I will truly be the happiest man you've ever seen. '' a big smile was playing on your face as you pulled George in a hug. '' I'm in love with you too. I never thought I'd hear you say those words. '' you stayed like that for a minute or so before he pulled away and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips, whispering in your lips. '' Can we cuddle now properly? I wanna be the small spoon. '' You giggled and nodded your head. '' You can be any spoon you want. '' laid down, George cuddled up with you, his face nuzzled in your neck and arm across your torso holding you tight. Pressing a gentle kiss on his head, you continue reading the book from where you left off. And coincidentally, the characters in the book confessed their feelings as well. How ironic, you thought with a smile on your face.

#george weasley angst #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley one shot #george weasley smut #george weasley #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #hogwarts #george weasley x you #george weasley x reader #george weasley fluff #weasley twins #fred and george #george weasley x fem #george weasley x gryffindor!reader #george weasley x slytherin!reader #george weasley x ravenclaw!reader #george weasley x hufflepuff!reader

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hereforhalstead · 3 years

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Period Pains

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Nope! Just fancied some soft!Jay

• Warnings: pure fluff besties

• Summary: Jay looks after you as you experience a rough period, unlike anything you’ve felt before.

• Words: 2482.

• A/N : When I tell you this is the ugliest thing I’ve ever written lmao. I’m so weak for soft!Jay at the moment and had just came on my period when i started this a few weeks ago.. I have a few ongoing requests at the moment that I’m working on, promise I’m not ignoring them but I just don’t want to post them until I’m happy with them!

Hope you enjoy!

You notice the bed beside you dip with Jay’s weight as he joins you, fresh from the shower as you feel the heat radiating from him. You attempt to shift and face him, craving the feeling of having your head against his chest with the rhythm of his heartbeat soothing you to sleep. You wince as a cramp hits your stomach, slinging your arm across your stomach as a natural reflex for when the wave of pain arises.

Jay places a hand on the edge of your shoulder, gripping round your skin as he moves your hair to one side to place a delicate kiss to the exposed shoulder blade “Stay facing that way, I’ll be able to rub your stomach” he whispers into the nape of your neck and causing a shiver to run down your spine at the softness of his words.

You happily do as you’re told, still in somewhat of a half consciousness as you doze in and out of sleep with the thought of knowing he was there beside you helping the pain drift away.

“Life your hips for me baby” he softly demands, encouraging you to lift your side for just a few seconds to allow him to slip his arm under you to rest a hand on your stomach “You’re burning up” he tuts, removing the hot water bottle you had pressed against you and placing it on the the other side of the bed “Don’t want you getting too warm, you’ll make yourself ill”.

His firm tone made your heart flutter, he always had your best interests at heart and made the smallest of actions seem natural to him. You’d happily let yourself curl up under a blanket with a hot water bottle until you were burning hot but it would always leave you feeling faint and you’d end up cooling off in a cold bath or shower which really defeated the object..

You laid in a comfortable silence with Jay, cursing under your breath as another wave of pain hit "Why am I a girl” you mocked, digging your head further into your pillow as some form of distraction. Jay would take it in his stride, dropping a kiss to your back and chuckling as you swear under your breath to take your mind off the intense cramps.

The motion of Jay rubbing his hand softly over your stomach didn’t stop, you expected it to after a while but it never did. He was constantly tracing shapes across your skin, running his fingernails back and forth under your shirt and laughing as you occasionally flinched if it tickled. Whether it was a placebo affect or not, the cramps would ease under his touch and helped you get a brief moment of sleep.

You awoke just under an hour later to an empty bed, turning over to see the covers thrown back and Jay’s side of the bed vacant made your heart sink. He was the one helping you through this and even though the painkillers had kicked in, you still missed him just being beside you.

You would often be the first one up in the mornings, heading to the gym before work or just wanting to be awake to make him a morning coffee meant you weren’t used to being in bed alone. He was always there with you, even when you teased him for how long the pair of you would spend in bed on your days off, you loved it and wouldn’t want it any other way.

In replacement of Jay’s hand, you must’ve reached for the hot water bottle in your sleep and that was a mistake. You were now sweating, the clothes clinging to your skin as it glistens with sweat, feeling clamy and gross wasn’t what you needed right now.

Trudging over to the bathroom and catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror was an instant regret, you were hunched to try and relieve the cramps, hair disheveled and your body was covered in red blotches from the hot water bottle. If you didn’t feel horrendous before, you did now.

You always worried in your relationship that you weren’t good enough for Jay, he woke up and looked perfect, would finish an intense workout and look like a sports model or even concentrating on some paperwork he would look flawless and here you were looking the complete opposite.

You let out a deep sigh, running your fingers through your hair in some attempt to regain a sense of decency but there was no point. Your feelings were being intensified from your period and leaving you feeling worse than ever, wanting to curl up in bed and cry was seeming most appealing but before you can enjoy a good ole pity cry you hear the keys turning in the lock.

Quickly wiping the tears from your face and using Jay’s tshirt that you were currently wearing to try and remove the stains from your cheek was useless, you panicked. Jay seemed to have unnatural ability to tell when you’re not feeling yourself, and this is no exception. Just from taking one look at you he’d be able to tell you were upset and you didn’t want that to be the case, you’d already had a pity day and the last thing he needed was to see you were feeling worse.

You chugged some water that he had left on the side and took another glance at yourself in the mirror, the red blotches had made their way to your neck so were now much more visible and your normal cheery smile was no where to be seen.

“Baby?” you hear Jay call out, rustling around with some bags in the kitchen before making his way over to the room you shared. You were sat on the edge of the bed with your arms folded across your stomach, leant forward in pain as you rested your head on your knees.

His heart pulled at the sight, you were in pain and there was nothing he could do about it. He prided himself on always doing whatever he could to help you in any given situation and not being able to take away the hurt was killing him. He’d helped you through many periods in the past but this was the worst one by far, you’d be able to take some paracetamol and carry on but this was defeating you.

You barely had a chance to respond before you heard the footsteps getting louder as he made his way towards you, letting out a deep sigh as he sees you scrunched over in pain. The noise of bags rustling comes to a stop as he crouches down in front of you, resting his hand on the back of your neck and the other on your knee to hold himself steady as he balances.

“What happened baby?” his smooth voice was music to your ears, he didn’t even have to do anything and he was already soothing you more than you ever could. You sniffed before bringing your attention onto him, watching as his eyes soften when he see’s the redness in your cheeks and the hurt in your gaze.

“Nothing” you lie through your teeth, already knowing he won’t fall for it but thinking it was worth a shot. Instead of giving you the normal ‘are you forgetting how well I know you?’ speech, he simply tilted his head to the side and lifted his hand to rest on the side of your face with a doting look “We’ll talk about it later”.

You were grateful for how well he knew you, knowing not to push you and that you weren’t in the mood to be interviewed like a suspect. Normally you loved it, thinking it was cute how he always craved to prove how well he knew you and could tell you were off just by a simple look but in doing this he knew best to leave it until you were ready.

“Did you have to go back to work?” you question, still absentmindidly leaning into Jay’s touch as he gently moves his thumb back and forth to caress your cheekbone. A simple shake of his head made you smile, you were secretly hoping you’d have him to yourself so when you awoke to the empty bed you just assumed he’d been called in.

You couldn’t hide the frown that formed as he removed his hand and stood in front of you, reaching for something on the bed as you stayed hunched over below him. “I got your favourite ice cream” he comments, holding the tub out to you with a grin spreading on his face as your eyes light up “I thought they stopped selling it?” you questioned, already peeling off the plastic from the lid.

“They did in our local, I asked around and drove to the only place they said still sells it” the pride in his voice was unlike anything you’d heard before as he carried on rummaging around the bag before pulling out 3 more tubs “Didn’t know how many you wanted so I stocked up” he chuckled, placing the tubs back into the bag and watching as you nibble round the edge of the container, too impatient to wait for a spoon.

“You don’t want these then?” you looked round to see him holding a family size bag of crisps, a handful of candy bars and even a box of your favourite instant hot chocolate that you used to have as a child. “How did you know” you probe, reaching for the box and examining the text.

Struggling to remember the last time you saw the packaging in a shop, let alone holding it in your hands. The box feeling so much smaller than it used to from when you were young, bounding to the cashier with 5 or 6 boxes to buy with your pocket money.

“On our first date we passed a shop that sold them and I’ll never forget the look on your face. You told me how your mum would always make you one if you were having a bad day and they’d always make you feel better” he smiled and could feel the tears brimming in your eyes.

You and Jay had been together nearly 8 months and he still remembered the tinist detail from your first date, something you had even forgotten about. A little remark you made as you passed the shop on the way back to the car park, not thinking much of it as who would remember about a box of instant hot chocolate that probably didn’t even taste good? Jay did.

“Get into bed and I’ll get some bowls for these” he collects the items and puts them back into the bag, his tone still gentle despite the excitement you knew he had inside from presenting you with everything you needed without being asked.

You shook your head, standing to wrap your arms around his torso. Nestling your head into his chest as you feel it vibrate from a silent laugh “I told you to get into bed baby” you felt the shivers run down your spine as he rested his hand on the back of your head, allowing his hand to roam up and down your back in a soft motion.

“What did I do to deserve you” you mumble into his chest, feeling him rest his head on top of yours as his hand settled on your lower back to push you further into him “So I did good?” you could practically hear the smirk on his lips, pulling back to examine the glowing grin peering back at you as his eyes glistened.

You reached to place a light kiss to his lips, a soft kiss that told him everything he needed to know “Are you gonna make me tell you to get into bed again?” he joked, tapping your back to retract yourself from him. Begrugingly you did so, already feeling the slight cold from the lack of contact you now craved from him.

Picking the bags up from the bed to pull back the blanket, you felt the weight of something still in the bottom. You opened the carriers to see what must’ve been atleast 5 boxes of different sanitary products rolling around in the bags “What’s this?” you asked, confused as to why he went out of his way to buy you the snacks but you never would’ve expected him to know what products to buy you, or atleast try and guess as you always joked about how little men knew about the whole thing.

“I didn’t know if you needed any” his voice was timid, reaching to rub the back of his neck with his hand which was a sign of nervousness you’d picked up on over the past few months . “Jay, how much do you think I bleed?” you were grateful to see the corners of his lips lift in a smile “Well, I realised I’ve never bought you any so I wanted to get a few so I had more of a chance of getting the right ones” he admitted, your hands falling to your sides as you allowed the bag to drop to the floor.

Your feet were bounding over to him before you could even think, all you wanted to do was throw your arms around him as you had no words for everything he had done. “I can’t believe how much I love you” your voice slightly cracked as you felt the lump rise to your throat, as much as Jay loved to care for you, you never would've expected this.

“I’m sorry I can’t take the pain away” you felt him plant a kiss to the top of your head, another one of his small guestures that made you week at the knees without him even knowing. “You’ve helped more than you’ll ever know” you smiled into him, cringing at your cheesy confession but knowing he loves to hear these things from you, adding to his ego of how well he looks after you.

You both stood in a comfortable silence, basking in each other presence with the simplicity of the background noises coming from the streets below. From someone looking on, the way you were standing probably didn’t look very comfortable. The way you were entangled together, your arms hanging from his neck as his moved around your body to press his fingertips in the various parts he knew you were probably feeling pain. When Jay finally breaks the silence, he mutters the words that at the moment sounded better than ‘i love you’ when they fell from his lips “Do you want some ice cream, baby?”

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idvlover · 3 years

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Howdy!~

I hope you are doing great, if it's alright, could I request Luca with a hunter s/o? Like, she's really fearsome during matches but it's really soft and lovely with him outside of them...?

I'm doing pretty well thank you!!

Luca with fearsome hunter s/o who is a softie outside of matches:

When he first met this hunter. They were terrifying to him. Rarely went friendly, and if They did, it usually meant they weren't feeling well

He honestly wasn't a fan of the hunter. Why so serious? Although he doesn't know their backstory

He didn't understand why some of the other survivors still like them. Until he met them outside of the matches

And he quickly took back everything he said about them. They were actually sweet, loving, and a softie

Now he sees why survivors like them still. They just go in focus mode in matches and outside they're just the sweetest hunter ever

As time goes on he started to notice that s/o tries to go after him last somewhat. If they can't find any other survivors near him, then they will go after him

Their abilities still scare the shit out of him though

There were even days when they actually gave him dungeon. Even if it meant getting a tie or losing

Luca had started to gain feelings for them

He was very nervous about asking them out. He decided to ask them out when they were about to chair him. Not to save himself or anything, he just thought it was now or never

The hunter froze and just holds him in front of them

"I was wondering when you were going to ask my love." They kissed his cheek and chaired him. He didn't even care, he was too damn happy that they said yes

They're even having a conversation while he's still stuck in the chair

"Hey! Can we have dinner together tonight, s/o?"

"Yes."

"This is going to be a date, right??"

"Mhm."

"What should we make-"

"I am not letting you touch the kitchen- And here comes Naib."

After Luca got free he screamed: "I LOVE YOU S/O!! SEE YOU AT 7?!"

For the first time in a match, their scary face breaks and they just start laughing at this and said of course

Everyone got chaired. Luca was sitting in his still smiling, excited about the date

S/o only does this to Luca when they chair him. Which is tilting his chin up and kissing him. Everyone else gets manhandled

Outside of matches. He likes to hold s/o's hand around the manor. It gives him a sense of security and safety

And if anyone is mean to Luca. They're going to get the most wicked glare ever. Worse than Naib's, worse than Norton's, Worse than Grace, and Mary's combined from s/o

Luca will be the little spoon in most cases. But sometimes he does want to be the big spoon

He has fallen asleep on their shoulder many times, so s/o will carefully pick him up and carry him to bed

Since hunters are naturally taller than survivors. Luca stands on his toes trying to get a kiss

S/o genuinely didn't realize this until they looked at him. They chuckle and say sorry then give him a kiss

When in duo's and both hunters decide to go friendly. He genuinely gets mad at survivors who stun his s/o unprovoked or without permission

Then quickly laughs when s/o starts chasing them. Yes he emotes in front of their chair

During unfriendly duo's. If the other hunter hits Luca way too hard there will be consequences

The first time in the manor's history. Gates were automatically opened with 4/7 ciphers left because a hunter got a little too angry at Luca

S/o wasn't having it and immediately dropped the survivor they had and went after the hunter

Baron didn't know what to do, so he opened the gates thinking that'll grab the Hunter's attention. It did not

After that mess s/o took care of Luca until he was better on his own. He likes to crack jokes about that day

After that. NONE of the Hunter's got visibly mad at him. And if that does happen again the other Hunter's are like: "you're on your own bestie 😗✌"

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dreamologisth2o · 3 years

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Why I Believe Endersmile Is Canon

Because I’m on a bit of an Endersmile binge--

This is all gonna be very messy and just me putting my thoughts together and I’ll probably not be going through the VODs for exact timestamps or anything because that’s exhausting and I applaud the people who do, but here are my thoughts on Endersmile and why I’m 100% convinced it’s canon. They’re besties your honor.

/rp Any names mentioned are referring to their dsmp characters and not the streamers themselves unless specified

First off: The Disc. Dream trusts Ranboo, a lot. He trusts him so much that he literally gave Ranboo one of the two discs he needed to pull off his big plan at the finale. He trusted Ranboo, so much that Ranboo deciding to give the disc back to Tommy or Tubbo wasn’t an option, even though Ranboo was friends with both, which he knew. I don’t know why he gave Ranboo the disc, or how he got the disc from Skeppy in the first place, and I’m sure he did have a hundred and one back up plans for if Ranboo did decide to give Tommy the disc, but asking Ranboo to hold onto the disc in the first place means Dream trusted him to a degree, and that’s big coming from Mr. “Reserved”.

Second: Knowing Dream’s Voice. Ranboo knows/remembers Dream’s voice well enough that he hears it whenever he’s in the panic room, that his subconscious uses Dream’s voice to force Ranboo to confront his fears. For a guy who hasn’t had any one on one time or conversations with Dream in VC on stream, he sure does a really good job imagining his voice. /s

Basically, they must have spoken, a lot. They must have spent time together outside planning for things or exchanging items or whatever. So much time, in fact, that Dream and Ranboo both end up sharing the same ideology of “People not sides” of “One big happy family” of “Being the person that stops conflicts” of “Being on all sides” of “Mediating between those sides” of “Choosing the side they think is right”.

During Ranboo’s prison visit dream/nightmare, the Voice tells Ranboo that the only reason Ranboo hasn’t been hearing it lately, is because he hasn’t been speaking with Dream as often. That Ranboo and Dream had talked with each other nearly everyday. And I’m inclined to believe that because the mere existence of the voice proves he’s heard Dream’s voice a lot, or he has a very good memory of Dream’s voice, which, considering his memory problems probably isn’t the case. This is further supported by how ever since Dream’s been in prison, ever since Ranboo banned himself from the prison, he hasn’t heard even a hint of Dream’s voice, not even as he’s remembering more and more.

Third: The Disc War Finale. During the disc war finale, we have in universe proof and out of character confirmation from both cc!Dream and cc!Ranboo that the characters had been staring at each other during the entire thing. Some friends on a discord server have also pointed out how Ranboo appeared to be avoiding Tommy’s gaze unless Tommy’s distracted. And during the entire thing Ranboo’s the only one not holding out a weapon, instead he’s got a book and quill in his hand. We’ve now also got confirmation that Ranboo was Enderwalking during the Disc War Finale, which makes all the strange behaviors make sense because if they’re friends, if they’re allies, then Ranboo didn’t show up to fight Dream. Then Dream might’ve been trying to convey something to Ranboo, like perhaps trying to keep Ranboo from doing something stupid and revealing their alliance. Especially if he planned on being put in Pandora, he really doesn’t need his friend to try and “save” him and ruin the whole plan.

Fourth: The Voice. I am inclined to believe the things the voice says. Why? Because everything the voice is talking about are all the things Ranboo doesn’t want to confront, doesn’t want to see, doesn’t want to remember. The voice isn’t malicious. It’s not even Dream, it’s just using Dream’s voice to make Ranboo listen. And Ranboo knows it’s just himself. (also out of character confirmation from the cc!s that the voice is NOT Dream and never has been, it’s just a manifestation of all the shit Ranboo’s repressed coming up and slapping him in the face) Everything the voice does, all the things it says, is trying to get Ranboo to remember the “bad” things he’s done, to remember that he was on Dream’s side. To force him to face that side of himself that might be capable of doing bad things, if there’s a good enough reason. It exaggerates things, it makes them out to be worse than they actually are, but that’s how it’s able to get Ranboo’s attention, that’s how it’s able to force him to think about those things. Ranboo won’t do anything until he’s forced to face the problem, the Voice is just trying to get Ranboo to do that.

This is why I believe Ranboo DID blow up the community house. Why he’s working with or has worked for Dream in the past. Why he willingly gave Dream his memory book, possibly to create a visible conflict between them and ensure no one would connect them as allies, like what Dream wanted to do with Punz. And also because the other things it’s said, such as Ranboo being given the Cat disc to hold onto, have been proven to be true. Nothing the Voice has said has been confirmed a lie. And many of the things it’s talked about aren’t things we or Ranboo can find the answer to unless he talks to Dream, which is until the dude’s rescued from the prison, isn’t happening. (cc!Dream where’s your Dream lore?!?!?!)

That said, if Ranboo was the one to blow up the community house, then Dream was covering for him during the Disc War Finale. He didn’t have to. He could’ve thrown Ranboo under the bus. But he chose to take on that blame, make himself look even worse in the eyes of everyone gathered there while he was at their mercy, to protect Ranboo from similar persecution. Doesn’t this remind you of anything? And Ranboo’s got a track record of making friends with those who help him.

Fifth: The Visits. Ranboo has visited Dream in prison multiple times. At the very least at least 2 times that we have direct confirmation of, and probably even more. His visits are consistent enough that just a few days after Ranboo bans himself from the prison, Dream notices and starts a strike, tells Sapnap that Ranboo’s stopped visiting, asks him, his best friend who literally threatened to perma-kill him if he were to ever leave his horrible situation, to send a message to Ranboo. (which, I guess Dream still kinda trusts Sapnap despite everything that’s happened, huh?)

Why would Ranboo visit? Unless they’re friends, unless they’re allies? Because even Dream’s so called best friend only ever visited once. Even Bad who Dream claims to have been the nicest only ever visited once. And while Tommy and Quackity visited more than once, their multiple visits have very clear reasons behind them, while Ranboo’s just, don’t.

And consider: How did Ranboo know about the things that were said during the Disc War Finale, word for word, line for line, that he wasn’t present for, unless someone’s told him? Unless he heard about it from Dream himself. Unless that was what they were talking about. Unless that’s part of the reason Ranboo kept visiting Dream.

Sixth: The Lessons. I don’t know about you, but giving life lessons to someone sounds like something you’d do with a friend, and not just a “puppet”. The whole lessons book gives off really mentor mentee vibes, and considering how Ranboo’s following in Dream’s goal of stopping conflict and uniting the server, well. And the lessons aren’t even malicious, or designed to push Ranboo away from others. In fact, many of them, especially the last few ones we see, are designed to protect Ranboo! Unless Ranboo’s safety was a top priority for Dream, there’s not much reason to pass those lessons down. This lines up incredibly well with Dream taking the blame of the community house’s destruction during the Disc War Finale, as well as his protective streak at his own expense when it comes to his allies and the people he cares about. Which means Ranboo is someone he cares about, which means they’re friends! They’re besties your honor!

Seventh: Ranboo’s Vehement Denial. Ranboo is infamous for being an unreliable narrator, for being in incredible denial despite all evidence supporting otherwise. Which means his vehement denial that Dream can be anything but bad is a fairly obvious red flag that that’s not true, and that Ranboo has reason to believe it’s not true, but chooses to actively ignore or forget those reasons and attempts to reinforce the “everything’s Dream’s fault, he can never change and will always be bad” mentality, that sounds like something he stole from Tommy or c!Dream antis, because he doesn’t want to face the fact that he has reasons for believing the opposite. At this point, I am 100% on board with the idea that all these unprompted instances of Dream hate is just a blatant cover up of how that’s not true at all. (Which he touches on, ever so briefly, when he renovates the second stronghold room)

Aaaaand that’s it! For the most part. I could touch on how Enderboo is hoarding all the backbone in this relationship and that the dynamic between Enderboo and Ranboo is closer to that of someone waking up after a sugar high or going for three days straight without sleep than it is two completely separate people or someone who’s literally sleepwalking (and that “Enderboo” is his normal state and “Ranboo” is the sleep deprived not thinking straight state). But this post is already obscenely long and I should end it here.

TL;DR: They’re besties, your honor.

Anyways, if you got this far, thanks for reading!

#my thoughts #my posts #character analysis #endersmile #c!ranboo #long post #dreblr friendly

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jiminrings · 3 years

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Lunchbox lovers request:

So I would love to see a sit down talk between yoongi and mc. Just so like mc can sort her feelings out about everything, and like get advice about forgiving Kook. Idk, I just want those two to have a chat between besties.

-🐞

cold senior!y/n x stem major koo masterlist :D

yoongi will be on y/n’s team — always

“what do you want for dinner?”

yoongi had the best afternoon nap anyone could ever possibly have

it was a mid-afternoon nap actually and something about it just hit different this time

there’s days when it’s extremely warm y’know? not hot, but like uncomfortably warm

it was that uncomfortably warm afternoon when everyone’s collectively feeling sleepy?? turn the airconditioning on to its coolest and sleep without a shirt on and be surrounded by a pillow on both sides......?

yeah that afternoon nap awhile ago really put yoongi on a happy mood

he’s not asking what you want for dinner because he slept good :D

excellent afternoon naps aren’t the only things that make him this way!! lol you could also count days when he receives a random gift out of nowhere and the days when you replace the toothpaste instead of him

but really, whether or not he gets these instances, he genuinely just asks you what you want for dinner so he could either cook it or order it

“what do you want for dinner?” yoongi nudges you from your spot on the couch, about to invade your personal space again and lie down on your lap before you get to cooking

you only hum in response, your best attempt at returning his affection coming in the form of tussling his hair

“we already have dinner, yoongs.”

omg that’s nice then

“you already cooked dinner? even while i was still asleep? wow, look at you,” he praises you abundantly, attempting to pinch your nose when you dodge him

.... that’s the thing though

yoongi watches you visibly freeze when you were doing anything in the first place besides watch your show in a still position

“i didn’t.”

if your dorm was already silent, it became even mORE silent now

if you didn’t cook, then that means-

“jungkook brought dinner.”

yoongi finishes for you and it’s the far worse equivalent of two mothers bringing their own turkeys for thanksgiving

the show you’ve been rewatching is white noise at this point that you can’t recognize anything in this room besides yoongi

it’s been two weeks

that’s literally half a month

two weeks ever since jungkook’s been pouring active effort into working for your forgiveness and normalcy with him out of his own volition

alright maybe you’ll just focus on the gray streaks in yoongi’s new hair <3

and maybe he’ll just focus on the blue stain on your pink pajamas because he put them in the same load when they were newly-purchased <3

yeah but no you can’t do this forever

he can’t do this forever

you and yoongi can’t do this forever

the two of you can’t keep dancing around each other whenever the mention of jungkook pops up because the two of you have two dRASTICALLY different perspectives

right now, yoongi’s just awkwardly laying on your lap and he’s can’t even look up ay the ceiling

“do you wanna talk about it now?”

you end up caving by asking him first, a sigh of relief from holding it in which makes him relieved because he didn’t want to initiate that

“yeah, let’s talk,” he pulls himself up and he’s now looking at you with much embarrassment, “can we even have this conversation while completely sober?”

yoongi’s really rEALLY looking for a distraction to help ease this discomfort in his chest

okay you get where he’s coming from

“you mean you wanna share a joint with me while we have a long-overdue conversation?”

you chuckle at the mental image of yoongi seeing literal stars and freaking out about it, probably crying while he chats to you

“mhmmm. would probably calm our nerves. o-or maybe just mine, atleast.”

to be honest, he doesn’t even have quite a clue on wHY he’s nervous!! it’s the two of you and you’ve always been comfy with each other

that’s the whole foundation of your friendship — you’re fully comfortable with each other and the two of you find it difficult to be this comfy with anyone else

if he really delves deeper into it though, yoongi would know that the reason he’s so nervous for this conversation with you is because he doesn’t want to fight with you

you’d only have occasional tiffs and arguments ever once in a while, but never a fight!!

he’s not assuming that your conversation would turn into a fight, but that possibility scares him still because what if he loses you?

:(((

and if the two of you do fight, it would be over a junior named jungkook who broke your heart and probably insulted you to your core

he doesn’t want to romanticize it either, but if the two of you do fight, yoongi would want it to be something entirely else

he’s willing to have a fight about being messy and how it frustrates you so much

he’d pick a fight over his clingy habits and how it sometimes makes you feel insecure

he’d pick a fight over how he wants to be your number one best friend so bad that it’s beyond unhealthy he’s making it a competition

he’d want a fight over him being a lil insecure of seokjin at times because the two of you get along so well and know much mORE things than he ever could and he can’t always be included in the inside jokes

what yoongi doesn’t want is to fight over jungkook.

“that sounds nice,” you agree because maybe you too are feeling a little antsy, “but we could do that after.”

he nods, his hands curled to his lap that he only meets your eyes now

“okay.”

oh my god

what now

everything’s put out of the way and it’s now the part when you actually tALK

“are you mad at me?”

you take the first approach and it’s already heavy right from the start, the question weighing especially hard in your mind the past few weeks

“what? no. i could never be mad at you,” he answers just as quick and precise, “i’m mad at him.”

“and i understand that.”

you really do know where yoongi’s coming from because after all, you’re the receiving end of all of jungkook’s words at the time

but that’s the thing!!!

that’s tHEE thing that bothers yoongi the most

you have this feeling of guilt because you feel like you’re betraying yoongi in a way

“then why are you letting jungkook in again?”

it’s as if it’s a double-edged sword and merely entertaining jungkook would be a stab in the back to yoongi, even if you don’t owe him anything

“because i understand him too.”

yoongi deadpans at that, a tired sigh falling instinctively from his lips but his mind’s more awake now

“god, seriously?” he shakes his head and outstretches his hands to hold your shoulders in place. “y/n you are the most lovable person i know. you believe him when he told you otherwise-“

“i-i know it isn’t true. it’s not true when it comes from jungkook.”

your voice wavers but it’s not the only thing that’s coming in waves, your resolve blurring even more when you see yoongi fighting back his own tears

“but when it comes from me i-“

“it’s not true either.”

all that yoongi does is take you to his chest the moment your body feels limp with the sigh that escapes you, a knowing body of tears coming next

your parents’ divorce is the furthest thing from fresh but the impact it placed on you renews without warning, the thoughts coming in waves

they were sure to reiterate over and over again that it wasn’t your fault, but god the way that they never even bothered afterwards made you think otherwise

“i-i just feel like a placemarker and neither of them came back for me, y’know? don’t get me wrong, i love my aunt to pieces and she’s family and-“

your faint sobs rack your ribs and yoongi can feel them, a relief that your face is buried to his shoulder so that you wouldn’t see him cry

“jin and i are your family too.”

they are but deep down, you know it’s a whole other ball game

“b-but that’s because you’re unrelated to me. i don’t remind any of you of the other. i’m not your daughter.”

it really wasn’t as harsh as how your words cut out, but it just breaks yoongi’s heart to know how difficult is must have been and is for you

you mumble when you calm down enough, playing with a loose thread on the cardigan you’ve gifted him on his birthday this year

“jungkook didn’t know that sore spot. he couldn’t have, but i’m not defending him either, yoongi.”

you mean it with full sincerity and he’s trying to digest your words as best as he could before his bias gets the best of him

“it’s on him for being horrible to me, but it’s on me for relating what he said to what i felt a long time ago.”

yoongi opens and closes his mouth, but before he does, you’re lifting your head up to interrupt him

god he’s aLSO crying

“use the sleeves to wipe your snot, dumbo. it’s not even that expensive!!” you chuckle when you urge him to do so, making him both frustrated and sheepish because his goddamn snot interrupted you

you lean on his shoulder and stay that way, this time being a rare occurrence in which you cling to him like a koala

“and i know that he shouldn’t have said those things to me either way. i do.”

yoongi nods at that, capturing his point fully

he insists on patting you on the forehead, drawing circles and definitely not a penis as he drawls his words

“he can’t take back what he said, y/n.”

“but that doesn’t mean he can’t redeem himself, yoongs.”

you offer him a timid smile, turning into a bigger one when you know just the right approach to satiate him enough

“jungkook taking accountability is the bare minimum, though,” you chuckle when he nods eagerly to the point he gives himself whiplash, “which is why i’m being smart and haven’t fully forgave him yet.”

…

…..

yoongi sighs when the two of you spend the pause in silence, speaking in all honesty

“i don’t know if i can forgive the little shit.”

“you don’t need to.”

you say just as genuine, a reassuring smile on his face to ease the focused knot on his brows

“you don’t owe it to me, yoongs. i know what you’re thinking.”

you really do

he tends to look at you in high regard even when you tell him that he shouldn’t, and it leads to him with the mindset that he really should appease his best friend at all times

“i eventually will,” he admits quietly. “just not now.”

“that’s okay too.”

it was supposed to be another bout of silence but yoongi actually breaks this time, blurting out words once he felt that the coast was clear

he just needs to get this off his chest before this heart-to-heart moment dwindles

“i don’t want to sound weird, but you’re like, my platonic girlfriend, y’know? my soulmate in a very platonic way, but no one says either that your soulmate has to be in a romantic sense and-…”

you exclaim in relief, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you jolt him by the shoulders

“god, finally. i’ve always wanted to tell you that i feel the same. you’re my soulmate, i’m pretty sure. my very, very platonic boyfriend i live with.”

yoongi sighs, stares, then fiNALLY heartily laughs in relief

everything’s out of the way :)

“we’re good. we always will be.”

you’re about to get up to fulfill yoongi’s suggestion earlier, being cut short when he gently pulls you by your forearm when you stood

“i’ll always be on your team — you know that right?”

yoongi means it with his whole heart, just one more reminder he wants you to reaffirm in your mind for the night

“i’ll always be on yours too, yoongs.”

#AHHHHHHH THEY FINALLY GET TO TALK :D remember that the next update is the last installment for their (((chronological))) series!!!#the rest of the next updates would be miscellaneous so you can send in requests for that as early as now!!! FEEDBACK PLS AND THANK U :D #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook au #jungkook college au #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook scenarios #jungkook drabble #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff

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Oh hohohohoho besties. You are in for it on this one. The other night I had an idea that popped into my head and to say I got carried away with it would be a gross understatement. This is the first time I've written smut in forever so bear with me as I get back in to it. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, please feel free to send feedback!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k (oops)

Warnings: Smut, 18+ (MINORS DNI), language, ANGST (holy shit is there angst), fingering, unprotected sex (please be smarter than these two), infidelity, and I think that's about it? Please let me know if I left something off.

A/N: Thanks to my sweet, sweet friend who read through this for me and helped me fix a few things. Also I take the, MINORS DNI, warning very seriously, so please only interact if you are of age. Please have your age in your bio so I can confirm. By clicking "read more" you agree to this. I really don't want to have to block people.

The cacophonous trill of shattering glass erupted through the space. Raised voices, thick with rage, echoed off the walls. It was difficult to tell which words were coming from which mouth, the both of you overlapping as you spewed out hatred toward one another.

“What in God’s name is going on here?!” Steve shouted as he entered the room, coming back from a late night run at the most inopportune time.

“Stay the fuck out of it!” Your two voices shrilled together as you both pointed toward Steve.

You could feel your chest heaving and it almost felt as though you were foaming at the mouth. Rage was completely consuming every crevice of your body and spilling out into your actions and your words. You turned back to the object of your aggression and watched as he ran a hand through his hair and turned to walk away from you.

“You’re nothing but a coward, James Barnes. A goddamn selfish, son-of-a-bitch, coward!” You screamed with every ounce of energy you had left in your body.

The two of you had some knock-down drag-outs in your past, but it was nothing compared to this. Months of pent up feelings, insecurities, jealousies, and secrets were all coming to a head at this very moment. The last few months the two of you had been incredibly short with one another - a stark contrast from your usual loving tone. Passionate kisses became brief pecks to the cheek, midnight roaming hands became backs set to one another, and ‘i love you’s’ felt more like a habit than a genuine feeling. In your heart you feared it would come to this one day. No matter how hard you tried, how much you wanted to, you were never going to be able to fix what had been done to the man you loved. There was no amount of love in the world that could reverse the tragedy of the Winter Soldier - at least that’s what you were convinced of now.

The man in front of you turned and strode across the room, minimizing the space between the two of you. His metal hand in a fist as he brought it up to jab a finger into the middle of your chest. Pupils were blown wide, what was once a lustful look was now filled with only pure anger. As he opened his mouth to speak, spit flew into your face.

“And you are a self-righteous, ignorant, self-important bitch!”

As your eyes raked over the contorted facial features of the man standing in front of you, you realized you couldn’t recognize them. The man standing in front of you was not Bucky. It was not the man who twirled a strand of your hair when he sat with his arm behind your chair, not the man who pulled over the car to help a turtle cross the road, and definitely not the man who held you in his arms as he cried after a nightmare. The man standing in front of you was a frightening enigma of hatred and rage. This was not your Bucky. In fact, you were almost certain you lost your Bucky months ago.

* * *

You hadn’t noticed the bouncing of your knee until the man who sat beside you gently cupped it with his hand, stilling your nervous movements. It was enough to break you from your thoughts as you turned your head to meet his kind eyes.

“We don’t have to do this, you know. I’ll have them turn the car around and we’ll go back to the airport. We catch the next flight back home.” He whispered in reassurance. Even though your mind was anxiously racing, you couldn’t help but smile at the compassionate gesture.

“Of course we do,” you started, cupping his cheek with your hand as the sunlight glinted off your pristine wedding ring, “Tony was one of the most important people in my life. Plus, I’m pretty sure he would haunt me if I didn’t go to his funeral.”

8 years ago you promised yourself in the taxi ride to the airport that you would never step foot in this place again. That all changed when you got the news of Tony’s death. Your time working with the Avengers was a life-changing experience and it was all thanks to Tony. The memory of him seeking you out to work alongside Dr. Banner in the research lab was one that you could never forget. Tony was an arrogant, pompous asshole but he was undeniably a good man. You would curse yourself for the rest of your days if you let your own baggage get in the way of that.

“Alright,” your husband responded with a sigh as he squeezed your knee, “But please, promise you’ll tell me if there’s anything I can do for you.”

“Promise.” An agreement that you sealed with a kiss.

Mike was a good man, he was someone who cared for you deeply and who made you feel safe. After your transfer to the DC Shield Office, you had sworn off any more office romances. Those never ended well. That was until your path crossed with Mike. From the beginning of the relationship, you were upfront about your past issues with relationships and how you weren’t ready to dive into anything and he simply stated that he was okay with that, that he would wait.

The marriage was a happy one, Mike always playing the role of doting, caring husband. No matter how much you pushed back against him, he was always willing to give you space and to let you feel what you were experiencing. Mike was a good man. But he wasn’t him.

Your gaze left his as your eyes returned to the skyline, the familiar pressure clawing its way back to your chest. It’d been 8 years since you saw him. 8 years since you packed your bags and left the only home you’d ever truly known. Sure, you had this new life - a new husband, new friends, new job with similar duties, but there was still a piece of you that was missing. A piece you knew could never possibly be filled again. You had come to terms with that, slowly, but it had happened eventually. Now that you were back, you knew you were going to have to see him again - see all of them again. While a lot of good memories resided within this area, there was a hell of a lot of pain that went along with it. All you could do in that moment was remind yourself that you were here for Tony - to honor his memory and pay your respects. You didn’t owe anything else to anyone else. Something in your chest, however, told you that wouldn’t be the way things played out.

* * *

The service was beautifully executed. It was obvious that Pepper had poured her heart and soul into ensuring that Tony Stark was remembered as he should have been. The walls of your heart tightened as you saw Pepper clutching their young daughter to her side. Although Tony had made a lot of mistakes in his life, he spent his last years making sure to do good and to make things right. While it felt like a hot knife had been stabbed into your chest as you said goodbye to a once dear friend, you took solace in knowing that Tony was so loved by so many. That his legacy would live on in so many different ways. And that Pepper was there to say goodbye.

It had been your plan to attend the service and then leave immediately after it had ended. Of course, life has a funny way of never doing quite what we want it to.

It was Sam who stopped you first, pulling you into a tight hug against his form as your fingers gripped his jacket. Sam, being the angel he was, never once mentioned anything from the past and instead expressed his happiness with seeing you again and learning that you were doing well. The one thing Sam was not good at however, was keeping his mouth shut. Word quickly traveled through the crowd of your attendance and one by one old friends began to find you. Wanda didn’t have much to say but kept you in a grateful embrace while you expressed your condolences for Vision. In a shocking turn of events, It was actually Peter who was the most difficult to see. The once bright, happy-go-lucky, smiling boy was visibly devastated - heavy dark bags lingered under his eyes and his glow had been severely dimmed by the loss of his mentor. You couldn’t help but cry as you held him in your arms, expressing to him how proud of him Tony was and how he’d told you just that on several occasions.

After the hellos, the hugs, and the reminiscing you had told yourself that was it, that you were going to leave. It was then that Pepper stopped you with a soft hand on your shoulder, a kind smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and a warm embrace. After a pause of silence, she pulled away and invited you and Mike to stay for the gathering that had been planned following the service. Your mind screamed at you, begging you to politely decline - tell her you had to get back to DC, that you had a flight already booked that you couldn’t miss, that you had important business to get back to.

“Of course, Pepper. We’d love to.”

* * *

The gathering was exactly what Tony would have wanted. It was family and friends gathered around eating and drinking, but most of all - it was a bunch of people talking about Tony Stark.

You told Mike before the two of you arrived that you would stay for 20 minutes tops. That it simply would be out of respect for Pepper and once you felt your presence had been noted that the two of you would slip out unnoticed in the sea of people.

That was 2 hours ago.

Laughs came easy, tears flowed frequently, and stories were shared amongst friends. Surprising to you, it felt good to be around these people again. A familiar pang of home would hit you every now and again as you reconnected with those who you hadn’t seen in years. You introduced Mike to your old friends, who welcomed him warmly and with open arms. What you had thought would be a stressful, gut-wrenching day had actually turned out to be a joyful celebration of life. The day had been progressing smoothly and you wanted to chastise yourself for being so pessimistic.

That was, until you saw him.

Hands stuffed into the pockets of a black bomber jacket, long chestnut hair falling onto his shoulders, and a familiar collection of facial hair decorating the lower half of his face. He looked as terrible as you felt at the beginning of the day. Dark circles had only grown more prominent beneath his beautiful blue eyes and the corners of his lips were drawn down in a permanent frown. You couldn’t help but notice that he’d lost a considerable amount of weight. The once broad, thick man was now far more lean and toned than you ever remember him being.

A breath caught in your throat as the cerulean eyes met yours. Unable to stop yourself, you shoved your drink into Mike’s chest and hurried off to the nearest bathroom. Barely making it in time, you emptied your day’s stomach contents into the toilet. Breathing heavily, you fought back sobs as they threatened to leave your throat. To anyone else, it may seem you were simply grieving the loss of your friend, perhaps taking it harder than most. Oh how you wish that were the case.

You knew it would be difficult to see him again, but you didn’t expect it to feel as though someone had set your entire body ablaze. The heavy feeling of grief, anxiety, and stress from the beginning of the day was crushing your lungs, your stomach still trying to lurch although it had nothing left to give up, and tears burned the rims of your eyes. As you cleaned yourself up and flushed the toilet, you exited the stall to wash your hands and rinse your mouth. You tried to convince yourself it was the entire day's worth of emotions that had led you to this moment. That man no longer had this kind of hold on you - you had moved on. Or, so you thought.

Slowly, your gaze met your reflection in the mirror. The woman there looked worn and tired, like she had been fighting a raging war that she had been losing miserably. Mascara had begun to run down the apples of her cheeks and lipstick was smeared across her mouth. A heavy sigh left your lips as you did your best to make yourself more presentable. A shaky hand entered your clutch as you retrieved your lipstick and applied another layer. You gave yourself a final once-over and decided that your current appearance was as good as it was going to get. Just as you were going to turn around and return to the party there was movement in the mirror that caught your eye. The door was being pushed open from the outside. You turned to protest, to let the intruder know that the bathroom was occupied.

“Excuse me, sorry, there’s someone--”

It felt as though all the air had been taken from your lungs and your heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you came face to face with the man you had tried so hard, for so long, to forget. It was as though you were frozen in time, as if he were Medusa - turning you instantly to stone. Logically, the thing to do would be to tell him to get out or for you to leave the bathroom so that he could occupy the space alone. However, all you could do was stand and watch as he closed the bathroom door behind him, as his fingers closed around the lock and clicked it into place.

Then it was just the two of you. Bodies unmoving, aside from the rapid rise and fall of your chests in tandem. The air felt 100 degrees warmer than it had when you were alone. The silence, paired with the thump of your heartbeat, was deafening to your ears. You were hyper-aware of his gaze as he studied you the way you had him not minutes before. His eyes finally met yours once more and there was a poignant silence before he finally spoke.

“Can’t believe you still have that dress.”

Your eyes blinked a few times, brain trying to process his words and the situation you had currently found yourself to be in. You looked down to the front of your dress and smoothed your hands down it. How could you have gone the whole day without realizing that the dress you were wearing had been a gift from Bucky on your first anniversary? You were positive you had rid yourself of anything even remotely related to him. In fact, you distinctly recall dumping a box of momentos into a barrel and tossing a lit match inside. You don’t remember making the conscious decision to keep the dress, or why you would have made the decision. Now here you were - mere feet away from the man who had put it on and so delicately took it off of you many times.

“S’perfectly good dress. Shouldn’t go to waste.” Was all you could muster as a response in that moment.

The man before you took a step forward and you took a step back, hips coming into contact with the cold marble counter of the sink.

“Thought I’d never see you again. Y’look...different.” His gaze roaming its way down your body once more.

As his eyes landed on the diamond ring nestled onto the 4th finger of your left hand, you felt a lump begin to form in your throat.

“Congratulations.” His words were cold. Inauthentic. “He’s a lucky guy.”

“What the fuck are you doing in here, James?” The words were supposed to be sharp, but instead came out shaky and insecure.

“Saw you out there, starin’ at me. Guess I just wanted a closer look at you.”

By the end of the sentence he had closed the gap between the two of you even more, chests threatening to bump one another. His metal hand slowly reached forward and brushed a piece of hair off your shoulder. The cool appendage felt like fire against your skin and you know he heard the way you sharply inhaled, but you just couldn’t help it. You swallowed hard, head reeling and knees trying to buckle beneath you when you felt his cool palm cup your fiery cheek. It took everything in your body to avert your eyes from him, especially when you felt him even closer than before - warm breath fanning the expanse of your face. Why was he doing this? What was he going to accomplish? The fight or flight response in your body was screaming at you to push him away and run, but you didn’t.

“I’ve thought about you every day since you left, sweets. There’s not a moment that passes by where you’re not on my mind.”

Your eyes closed tightly, tears now welling up and spilling over.

“Everything you said about me that night was true. I am a coward. A coward who lost the best fuckin’ thing that ever happened to his sorry, broken ass.”

A small sob escaped your chest as your hand flew to your mouth, failing to keep it from tumbling out. Bucky found a loose thread and was slowly unraveling everything you’d worked toward in the last 8 years, every step toward progress and peace that you had worked so hard to find.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, doll” Bucky was now fully cupping your face with his large, calloused hands, “I’m so sorry that you fell in love with someone like me - a broken son of a bitch who never got put back together. I’m sorry that I hurt you so badly. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you the way I promised I would. I’m sorry that -”

In a moment of weakness, before he could finish his sentence, you were crashing your lips to his. There was nothing else that existed in your world - there was only you and there was only Bucky. Seemingly moving on their own accord, your hands found their way into his hair, grasping wildly for something to hold on to. As your fingers tugged on his roots, Bucky let out a deep moan into the kiss, sending a shiver down your spine.

The kiss was sloppy and desperate, all tongue and teeth. It was a balance of dominance between the two of you - although you were the one who initiated the kiss, Bucky was the first one to gain access to the inside of your mouth, and you were the first to tug his lower lip between your teeth. A pathetic mewl left your lips as Bucky’s mouth began trailing wet kisses across your jaw and down the column of your throat. The heartbeat in your ears from earlier was much worse now, making your head throb in pain. Every nerve ending in your body felt as though it was on fire and a small voice in the back of your head kept pleading with you to stop. For a moment you entertained the idea of shoving him off and telling him to fuck off, but that was before he started sucking that spot on your neck that he knew drove you mad. It was your turn to moan this time as you involuntarily arched your back, pressing yourself up against his firm torso.

You knew the way that you were tugging on the strands of his hair had to be incredibly painful but it only seemed to urge Bucky to continue. A soft gasp tumbled past your lips as you felt Bucky’s thigh push against your aching core. The sensation had you digging your fingernails into the back of his jacket as you finally released your grip on his hair. Before you could stop yourself, you could feel your hips grinding yourself down against his clothed thigh. Your dress had been pushed up around your waist, now only a small piece of cloth covering you as you desperately chased a high.

“I shoulda never let you go. Shoulda been at the airport to stop you before you got on that plane.”

His teeth sunk into your pulse point once more, earning himself another moan from your lips. The sting was soon replaced with the cool sensation of his tongue tracing the marks he had left.

“I love you, doll. I haven’t ever stopped lovin’ you.”

“Show me,” you whimpered pathetically against his shoulder, “show me you love me, Bucky. Please.”

An audible breath caught in his throat as he pulled himself back to look at you. Your chest was heaving, make-up smeared once more, and your pupils were blown wide with lust. You obviously weren’t able to see the look you gave him, but judging by the way he looked back at you it was fair to say you looked broken, pathetic, and desperate for him. The eyes looking back at you had the softness to them that you remember, the strokes of his hands against your body contained the passion that you’d so been longing for, and the tone in his voice told you that he was desperate for you too.

Within seconds your feet were lifted from the ground and your ass made contact with the cold, wet countertop. There wasn’t a lot of room, objects were scattered onto the floor and others were left to push into your hips with aggressive force, but you just didn’t care. It was impossible to care when Bucky moved your knees apart and dragged a finger along your clothed pussy. The sensation made your head fall back against the mirror with a hard thud but you couldn’t feel any of the pain from it at all. The only thing you felt was the way electricity rippled through your body when he used his thumb to apply pressure to your aching clit. Bucky groaned and rested his forehead against yours, lips slightly parted as he felt your need for him growing.

“So wet for me, just like I remember. Lemme make you feel good, sweets, hmm?” He had leaned forward to whisper softly in your ear as his teeth grazed your lobe.

It was you who reached down and shoved your panties down your thighs, meeting a surprised look from Bucky as he helped you drag them down to hang around your ankle. Bucky’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he hooked his hands underneath your knees to spread your legs open for him. Another groan came from him, this time more guttural than the last. You felt small underneath his gaze and the cool air in the bathroom brushing across your soaking core made you shiver.

Your hand flew to your mouth to suppress the noises you made as his finger slipped through your folds, running up and down to collect your wetness.

“More. God. Please, Buck. Need more.” You whined, attempting to roll your hips against his hand to find any form of friction that you could.

“Anything for you, baby.” He whispered as he gently inserted a finger inside of you. The two of you moaned in tandem.

There was a brief moment of embarrassment with the way your walls immediately clenched around his finger and the way his finger immediately found that soft spot. It was shortly replaced with a feeling of ecstasy. Bucky captured your lips with his to swallow your moans as he added another finger. The way his fingers were curling and pumping inside of you already had you close to the edge. Bucky pulled back and held your gaze as he added pressure to your clit with his thumb, circling the area as his fingers continued to repeatedly hit that spot inside of you.

“Please, please don’t stop.” You begged as you felt the pressure building within the lower part of your body.

“S’okay. I’m right here.” Bucky’s other hand was cradling the back of your head as he whispered to you. “I know you’re close. Can feel you squeezin’ me. You can let go for me, I got you.”

As your eyes met his, foreheads pressed together, you finally came apart. The white hot sensation tears through you as your legs quake. You squeeze your eyes shut and allow Bucky to help you ride through your orgasm as he peppers light kisses along your neck.

“I almost forgot how pretty you look when you cum.”

You whine at the emptiness and loss of contact when Bucky removes his fingers from your center. As your eyes flutter open you see him push the fingers into his mouth and suck them clean. The look on his face was euphoric.

“God. Almost forgot how fuckin’ sweet you taste too.”

Mustering up all the strength you had, you sat up and pulled him closer by his belt. The two of you worked together to rid him of his pants and boxers. Your hand wrapped around him, thumb swiping the red tip and using the pre-cum to help lubricate as you pumped your hand down his length. Bucky’s jaw clenched as he moaned at the sensation. Just as you were going to leave the counter, you felt his hands grabbing your shoulders and halting your movements.

“Maybe a different time, sweets. But right now I gotta be inside you.”

You caught your bottom lip as you nodded and released your hold on him. Bucky’s hands wrapped around your thighs as he pulled your hips to the edge of the sink. The metal hand left your thigh as he grabbed himself at the base and pushed his length through your folds. The two of you once more shared a moan at the sensation. As he lined himself up with your entrance, your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. The next thing you felt was the familiar sting of his cock stretching your walls as he slid into you. Your lips left his and your forehead found itself pressed against his once more. Both of you panting heavily as neither of you dared to speak a word.

Following a moment of silence, allowing your body time to stretch to accommodate him, you nodded slowly as to signal to him that it would be okay for him to move. His thrusts were slow and calculated at first, as if he was attempting to regain his memory of your body - one that he once knew so well. You couldn’t help but dig your fingernails into his shoulder as you held on to him for dear life, subconsciously afraid that if you were to let go of him he’d be gone again forever.

“Faster, Bucky. Please.” You whimpered into his ear as you took his earlobe between your teeth and nibbled softly.

A low growl left his chest as he grabbed your hips and lifted you off the counter, moving slightly so that he could cage your body against the wall. You wrapped your legs firmly around his waist, locking them at the ankle. His thrusts became faster, deeper, and it was apparent he had gained his confidence back.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby. Just the way I remember.” He grunted as he dug his fingers harder into your hips.

His lips were on yours again, this time tears were starting to decorate the corners of your eyes. The pleasure, the regret, the passion, the guilt - every feeling was building up along with your orgasm. Bucky pulled away from the kiss to tap on your bottom lip with two of his fingers, which you greedily accepted into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his digits until he pulled them out and used them to circle your clit. The added pleasure was almost too much to handle.

“C’mon, baby. Wanna cum with you. Can you do that for me, huh?” Bucky whimpered, his thrusts beginning to falter from the calculated snaps he was giving you before.

All you could do was nod your head quickly as the pressure steadily increased, bringing you to the brink of your second orgasm.

“I love you. I love you. I love you so fuckin’ much, oh my god.” Bucky grunted as the two of you reached your peak together.

You leaned forward to bite down on his shoulder and suppress the scream that left your mouth as pleasure erupted through your body. The two of you assisted each other through the high of your release and you felt your ass make contact with the cool countertop once more.

The only noise present in the space was your heavy breathing and a small dripping noise that came from the sink. Bucky’s final words before he came replayed in your head over and over again as you attempted to slow your breathing and bring yourself back down to earth. Your body shuttered slightly as Bucky slipped himself out of you. As you sat up, you noticed he was looking around the bathroom.

“Shit, sweets. I don’t think there’s anything I can use to help clean you up.” He sighed and turned to meet your gaze that was locked upon him.

“It’s fine, Buck. Not a big deal.”

Bucky bent over and helped you pull your panties back on before he redressed himself. Neither of you spoke for what felt like eternity.

“I-...” You muttered finally, “I love you too, Buck. I thought I was over you, I thought I moved on but...I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop loving you no matter how hard I try.”

Bucky reached out to stroke your cheek with the back of his hand as he listened to you lament to him. His eyes were soft and caring and you could almost swear he was looking into the depths of your soul.

“I think —“

Your conversation was cut short by the sound of knocking at the bathroom door.

“Hey, are you okay in there? Do you need anything?” Mike’s voice had your entire body flooded with the shame of your infidelity. In one swift movement, you were on the floor and turning the sink on to make it appear you were just washing your hands.

“Y-yeah I’m fine! Just finishing up! I’ll find you out there in a minute!” You squeaked.

Mike seemed to pause for a moment before you heard his footsteps retreat from the bathroom door. A wave of relief washed over you, but it was only temporary. As soon as you were relaxed the gravity of the situation you were in was clouding you once more.

“I have to go. I can’t give him any reason to think he needs to come in here.” Bucky nodded, eyes not leaving yours as you spoke while collecting yourself, “but we need to..we should..we have to address this. Later.”

“I agree.”

“Our flight leaves tomorrow night. I’ll...see what I can come up with as far as an excuse. Then we can put this to bed for good.”

“Absolutely, sweets.”

The nickname made your knees buckle once more as you sighed.

“Goodbye, James.”

You finally tore your eyes from his as you unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom. In reality, however, you knew this really wasn’t goodbye. Not even close.

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