#i’m not sure how i feel ab his live action design but i’ll take the win

[lafemmedezemo]

aunt sabine

[luxekook]

stay in your lane | jjk

⇥ pairing: jungkook x reader ⇥ genre:  e2l / college au / smut / fluff / crack ⇥ summary: in which the reader is the captain of the women’s swim team and jungkook is the “golden freshman” of the men’s swim team... OR in which jungkook is overtly whipped for the reader and acts out in any way possible to gain her love and attention - no matter the consequence. ⇥ word count: 5.8k ⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, Vine references, dirty talk, sub!jk, dom!reader, jungkook being the biggest brat, swimming lingo, college athlete party, drinking, body shots, noona kink™, smut (edging/orgasm denial, face sitting, oral [m + f receiving], unprotected sex [wrap it, plz], spitting, cum eating [i am sorry skksks])

In all your twenty-two years of living, you never encountered anyone as openly cocky as Jeon Jungkook. You stared in disbelief as the boy posed and preened from his lane of the pool, throwing his fist in the air and flexing his muscles.

“He is such a hoe for attention,” Your teammate Lina said, shaking her head next to you and reluctantly clapping along with the crowd gathered for the Regional Swimming and Diving Championships.

You nodded in agreement, plastering a fake smile on your face as you forced your hands to clap. As the captain of your college’s women’s swim team, you had to keep up appearances after all. You cheered for everyone - regardless of how infuriating they might be.

When you were appointed as captain this past fall, you were fucking thrilled.

Leadership came naturally to you, and it always felt good when it was recognized by others. For you, being a leader meant being a bad bitch - powerful, fearless, intimidated by no one.

And a bad bitch you were. You liked to quietly dominate in pretty much all facets of your life. You aced your studies, you broke records, you fucked hard.

But this year, your fucking senior year, you were consistently being pressed, your dominance constantly being questioned, your restraint wearing thin.

And it was all Jungkook’s fault.

It all started at the beginning of the swim season... You had been talking to Kim Seokjin - the captain of the men’s team - before the very first practice. You had been glad the fellow senior was chosen, not only because he was a solid swimmer, but because he was supportive and such a laugh.

The two of you had been going over your competition schedules when a boy you hadn’t seen before had bounded up to Seokjin. “Jin-hyung! There you are. I thought I was running late, but it turns out I’m just really early.” You had blinked at the energetic boy who’d been way too excited for the 6 AM hour. He had felt your stare, looked at you, and continued, “Oh, hello. I’m Jungkook! Are you a freshman, too?”

Seokjin had stifled a laugh, and, for his sake, you had hoped it was at this Jungkook’s expense. “No,” You had glared up at him, ignoring his outstretched palm, “I’m a senior and the fucking captain of the women’s team.”

The freshman had turned bright red before smiling at you with renewed vigor, “So, you’re my noona then?”

“I prefer (y/n),” Your teeth had gritted together as your hands fell to your hips.

“Jungkookie…” Seokjin must have seen something on the younger boy’s face and had tried to prevent him from speaking again. It had been no use.

Jungkook had stared down at you with stars in his eyes as he announced, “I think I prefer you, too.”

And it had been precisely at that moment you knew that someday in the near or distant future you would enjoy disciplining that boy. Thoroughly.

Now, as if he felt your attention on him, Jungkook faced the direction where your team was gathered and locked eyes with you. His smile grew infinitesimally larger, and he blew you an exaggerated kiss with a wink. Your jaw clenched. It looked like you were going to need to have yet another talk with Seokjin about teaching Jungkook his fuckboy mannerisms.

Finally, the next event began to be announced, and Jungkook hopped out of the pool. You tried to turn your attention away from him, but you couldn’t. Not when he looked like he had been sculpted by the gods and had drops of water cascading down his tanned skin.

The proclaimed “golden freshman” strutted back towards your team area. His abs moved with each step, his muscled chest heaved for breath, his tight swim suit gripped his thighs and his crotch - basically leaving little to the imagination.

You stared at him with raised eyebrows as he approached, grinning at you and running a hand through his wet hair to slick it back out of his face.

Jungkook stopped in front of you and Lina, dangling his goggles from one long finger and swinging them in your face. “Did you see me win, noona?”

[That little shit.]

You swallowed your instinct to reply with a scathing remark. Instead, you remained cool as ice, just as you always did when Jungkook demanded your attention. It was your foolproof method for dealing with brats. “You know I did, Jeon. I have to watch everyone. That’s what good captains do.”

“Ah, that’s right. Captain noona…” His grin returned as you stared (READ: glared) up at him, “Always cheering me on and watching me win.”

“God, carrying that giant ego around must be exhausting,” Lina cocked her head and frowned at the younger boy.

“Are you talking about my dick?” Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows in mock confusion, “I mean, I guess it is pretty big. Maybe noona could help me carry it...”

You saw red; and, for the first time since meeting him, your perfect control snapped. Rising to your tiptoes, you gripped his neck to lower him enough so your mouth lined up with his ear, “Listen, Jeon. You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours before I tie you up and gag you.”

You pulled back. Jungkook’s eyes were blown wide open, his cheeks stained pink, his ears bright red. “N-noona!”

Lina was cackling next to you over how flustered you made the typically overconfident boy. You allowed yourself a brief cheeky smile at your friend before returning to a straight face. You needed to go get ready for your next race.

You had been trying all season to break your personal best time in the 100 meter butterfly, and you had a good feeling that you might just accomplish that today.

“I’m going to go warm-up,” You told Lina, grabbing your swim cap and goggles from your bag.

“Good luck, (y/n)!” Lina slapped you a high-five, “You got this. You are a legend. A queen!”

“A goddess!” Jungkook chimed in, peering at you from over Lina’s shoulder with heart eyes.

“Kook,” Seokjin swooped in and tugged the boy away from you, “Not the time. (Y/n) needs to focus! Good luck, babe!”

You gave the other captain a thumbs-up and headed down onto the pool deck. Faintly from the stands behind you, you heard Jungkook whining on about how Seokjin was allowed to call you ‘babe’ but he wasn’t.

Pushing that aside, you hopped into the designated warm-up/cool-down pool that was adjacent to the competition pool and proceeded to loosen up before your race.

Visualize the victory.

Take down the competition.

Leave nothing behind.

Fifteen minutes later, you found yourself hovering over the starting block, awaiting the starter. The natatorium was silent. You sucked in a breath and dove into the pool at the sound of the starting buzz.

Your body felt like it was on autopilot. Kick, kick, pull. Kick, kick, pull. Each time you took a breathe you could hear a split second of the roaring crowd. You pushed yourself faster.

Two laps turned into three as you sprinted. You didn’t dare check on your competition; those would be precious milliseconds wasted. And, as you swam your final lap, you didn’t even dare to breathe, swimming your hardest right until you hit the wall.

Gasping, you clutched the wall and swung around to look at your time.

00:51.34

Your best fucking time.

You felt like crying, laughing, and screaming all at once. As you shook hands with the girls to your right and left, you smiled hugely up at your cheering teammates. They had known how much you wanted this - needed this.

The next race began to be announced, and you hauled your tired self out of the pool. Immediately, you were swept into a tight hug by your coach followed by what felt like your whole entire team. Your cheeks honestly hurt from smiling so hard.

As you thanked your last teammate, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Noona?”

You had never heard Jungkook sound so tiny; and, when you turned around, you didn’t stop him from hugging you.

“You did so good,” He mumbled, head burrowed into your wet hair. “My noona is so fucking good.”

You melted at his words. It had been so long since someone had called you ‘theirs’. And, so, you blamed your post-adrenaline spike exhaustion for your following actions.

Your arms slid around him, tugging him closer. You felt every ridge of his hard body - separated only by the thin swimsuits you each wore. Your nipples brushed his chest, and you honestly didn’t know if the moan that followed was from you or from Jungkook.

You whispered, “Thank you, Jungkook.” Calling him by his first name was a rarity for you, and the muffled hum from the boy wrapped around you let you know it was well received.

And, when you pulled away from him, you made sure to run your hands over his chest along the way.

[That one had been on your bucket list, okay?]

Still so close to you, Jungkook stared at you with an unreadable expression. “Noona, are you coming over tonight?”

The men’s team always hosted the post-meet party at their house, and that was fine with you and your team. It meant no mess and lots of free alcohol.

“Yeah,” You pulled your wet hair over your shoulder, “I’ll be there. Post-Regionals is always so fun.”

“Well,” Jungkook puffed out his chest, “This year will be even more fun since I’ll be there!”

Ah, there he was - Cocky Jungkook™.

“You promise?” You smirked, tossing you hair over your shoulder as you moved past him, “After all, this is the only one you’ll get with me, Jeon.”

You didn’t look back at him as you made your way back to your team area.

But, if you had, you would have seen him staring intently at you with determination.

The challenge you had half-knowingly thrown down had been accepted.

Hours later, you and your teammates were decidedly tipsy from pre-gaming. 

“Okay, we should get going,” You said, checking your phone, “Jin said - and I quote - the boys are going to start rioting if we don’t get our sweet asses over there.”

“I bet he’s talking about Jungkook,” One of your teammates giggled, “That kid’s been trying to get with (y/n) this whole year.”

“That’s so true,” Lina threw her arm over your shoulder, “You might as well just fuck him and put us all out of our misery. We know you want to.”

You scoffed, pushing her arm off of you, “I will not be fucking anyone.”

“That’s what you said last year,” Lina fired back.

“Wait, what happened last year?” One of the freshman whispered.

You sighed, “Two words. Lim Jaebeom.”

A collective hum of appreciation and understanding rose from the group at the mention of the now-graduated swimmer.

Your phone buzzed with an incoming call. You rolled your eyes, answering it. “Seokjin, for the love of god, we’re coming!”

“(Y/n)!” Seokjin yelled at you through the cries of what sounded like an angry mob, “My death will be on your hands if you don’t show up within the next minute!”

“You’re so fucking dramatic, Kim,” You hung up on him. Every fucking year the men’s team did this. You swore they couldn’t entertain themselves without you and your team.

“Come on,” You marched to the door, “Time to go ruin some boys.” With that, the lot of you walked across the street to the men’s team’s house.

[Yes, they literally lived right across the street. Seokjin was the king of drama.]

Not even bothering to knock, you swung open the door.

“What the fuck is up, Kyle!” Lina announced your presence for you as she hurried past, “Your better halves have arrived.”

“Oh, thank god!” Seokjin appeared by your side, clutching his chest, “My life is saved at last.”

You playfully shoved him, “Shut up, Kim. Now, where are the drinks?”

“Allow me to guide you to them, my queen,” Seokjin grabbed your hand and tugged you over towards the crowded kitchen.

You let him lead you, greeting members of the men’s team as you passed by them. Your pesky little freshman was nowhere in sight.

“Captains coming through!” Jin screeched, “Part the seas!”

You shook your head in disbelief at his antics, laughing as people actually seemed to be listening to the chaotic boy.

“See what authority we have when we’re together, babe? We could totally be a power couple,” Jin grinned at you as you finally arrived by the drinks scattered across the kitchen counter.

You weren’t going to lie, Seokjin was hot. You knew it. He knew it. The pope knew it.

But, you had done the whole alpha male thing. It was fun, but just not for you. No, you wanted someone a bit more submissive. Someone who you could gently break and build back up again. Someone like—

“Jungkook!” Jin cried, almost bursting your eardrum, “Come take a shot with your captains!”

Busying yourself with pouring shots for the three of you, you felt Jungkook arrive before you saw him. The warmth of his body seeped into you as he appeared by your side.

“Hi, noona,” He greeted you, his arm nudging yours. You turned, taking in his ripped jeans and loose black shirt before meeting his eyes.

“Hi, Jeon,” You shot him a small smile. He looked really fucking good tonight. His hair was long and messy, like he had been running his hands through it constantly. His cheeks were flushed, and you wondered how much he had to drink before you arrived.

“Yes, yes, you have now exchanged greetings. Let’s move on,” Seokjin grabbed one of the shots you poured and hoisted it into the air, “To the best captains you’ve ever had!”

You threw your head back and laughed as you played along, lifting your glass in the air beside Jin. You felt Jungkook looking at you as if he’d never seen you act so carefree. And maybe he hadn’t.

The room echoed Seokjin’s declaration, and you took the shot, feeling the tequila burn down your throat as you locked eyes with Jungkook yet again. Heat settled deep in your stomach that you fucking knew was not from the alcohol you just consumed.

Jungkook’s lips were wet from the tequila, and your tongue subconsciously darted out to lick your own. His eyes latched onto the movement before looking back at you under heavy lids. “Noona…” The honorific came out like a plea, but you didn’t even think he knew what he was asking for.

“(Y/n)!” One of your teammates called to you from across the room, “Play King’s Cup with us!” You shot her a thumbs up. Fixing yourself a drink, you gave the now pouting Jungkook a lazy smile, “Talk to you later?”

You squeezed his arm briefly; and, as you sauntered away, you felt his eyes glued to your ass. And, naturally, you made sure to put a nice swing into it. God, were you actually going to do this? Were you actually considering fucking him tonight?

[Yes.]

You cursed Lina for putting the idea into the front of your mind. You cursed yourself for having that very same idea since the very second you met him. And you cursed the boy himself for being so outwardly arrogant but so sinfully submissive.

[Or at least you hoped he was a sub. God, how you hoped.]

You greeted the group gathered around the coffee table for King’s Cup and plopped yourself down between Park Jimin and Lina. Jimin smiled at you, his eyes crinkling and his cheeks pink. “Hi, (y/n)! I’m surprised Jungkook let you leave his side.”

Your eyebrows flew up, “And what makes you think I let Jungkook dictate my actions?”

Jimin gulped, eyes searching around the group for assistance and coming up empty handed. No one wanted to deal with your wrath. “I- I thought you were getting together?”

Lina let out a low whistle, “Jimin, you’re just a little too early, my dude. (Y/n), give the poor kid a break. Let’s play some King’s!”

Jimin let out a sigh of relief as the matter was dropped. “Sorry, (y/n). Geez, you’re scary when you’re mad, but also kind of hot.”

His admission cracked you up, and you pinched his blushing cheek, “Jimin, you’re too cute. Don’t even worry about it.”

Two boys turned bright red at your actions: Jimin from embarrassment and Jungkook from jealousy.

You didn’t even know how many rounds of the game you played before someone suggested playing something else. You had a pretty nice buzz going, leaning on Jimin’s arm and laughing at a joke Lina told.

“I’ve got it!” Kim Taehyung snapped his fingers, grinning manically, “Body shots!”

Chaos ensued. It seemed half the group was down, and half the group was against it.

You knew Lina had the fattest crush on Tae, and so you reluctantly joined the side in agreement. She shot you a grateful look. 

“Let’s fucking do it,” You got to your feet, “Jin, do you have salt and limes?”

“What kind of host do you think I am?” He cried, running over to the kitchen and pulling random ingredients off of shelves. “We have salt, limes, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, cherries, sugar, orange juice, pickle juice, pepper—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” You slapped a hand over his mouth, “Tequila, salt, and limes should be okay. God, were you really just about to offer pepper? As in the fucking spice?”

“Yes,” His muffled response came from behind your hand.

“You’re something else, Kim Seokjin,” You muttered before turning back to the group. “Alright, who’s going first?”

“We wrote everyone’s names down, and we’re going to take turns picking,” Lina said, thrusting a hat in your direction that was full of slips of paper.

“No one else wants to go first?” You looked around the room suspiciously and then shrugged, “Alright, fine.”

You dipped your hand into the pile of papers and selected one. Opening it, your breath escaped you in a whoosh, “Jeon Jungkook.”

The room erupted into cheers.

“Fuck yeah! Get it, Jeon!”

“Oh, this is going to be hot!”

“Yas queen! That’s my mom right there!”

You threw the slip of paper at Lina as she screamed that last remark at you.

Searching the room for Jungkook, you found him lounging by the empty couch against the far wall waiting for you with a shit-eating grin. Did the boy think he was going to be taking the shot off of you?

[Oh, how foolish.]

You approached him, grabbing the bottle of tequila, a shot glass, the salt, and a slice of lime from Jin on your way over. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something, but you didn’t allow him the chance, “Shirt off, Jeon.”

Whistles broke out as Jungkook froze, looking confused for a second, and then he tugged his shirt over his head. You praised your decision-making skills. His body deserved to be worshipped with your tongue. It was only right and just.

“Now what, noona?” The boy grinned, crossing his arms across his chest. A move you knew he only did because it made his biceps flex.

“Lay down,” You tilted your head, indicating he should get down on the couch, “And shut up.”

Jungkook’s eyes heated at your words. He obeyed, laying down just like you asked. However, he brought his arms up and clasped his hands behind his head. The fucking brat knew what he was doing.

You would punish him accordingly.

Your finger brushed over his lips before pushing the slice of lime between them. “Hold that for me, would you?” You murmured, hitching one leg over his body and settling firmly on his lap.

Assessing where to put the shot, you decided—fuck it—and placed it right between his legs.

Vaguely, you heard the people surrounding you yelling and screaming, but you were only focused on Jungkook and how round his eyes were as they stared at your hand holding the shot glass steady, dangerously close to his crotch.

Suppressing a smile, you poured a trail of salt down the middle of his abs. Finally unleashing your evil grin, you lean close to him with your hair blocking your face from the audience, “You ready, baby boy?”

He nodded furiously.

You flicked your hair over your shoulder and slowly lowered yourself over his stomach. Keeping your eyes on his, you swiped your tongue teasingly over your bottom lip. Jungkook’s chest was heaving, his abs were tensing, his eyes were hooded.

You licked slowly down his stomach, tasting the salt and him all at once. His skin was burning under your tongue as you delved into each groove of his abs, making sure no salt was left behind. Satisfied you had gotten all of it, you shifted lower still, ghosting over the now growing bulge in his jeans to hover over the shot.

Wrapping your lips around the glass, you tilted your head back as you straightened into a sitting position. The liquid coursed down your throat, but you barely felt the burn this time. You moved up, settling right on his hardening cock, and sucked the lime from his mouth.

Jungkook let out a breathy moan as you threw the lime’s peel somewhere over your shoulder, ignoring the indignant cry in response from Jin.

You kissed him, his lips sticky with lime juice and oh so delicious. His hands finally moved from behind his head to grip your hips. You didn’t even realize you were grinding into him until his hands tried to hold you still.

[Sorry, not sorry.]

Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, you tugged on it before releasing it to place another soft kiss on his mouth.

“Okay, okay,” Seokjin’s loud voice broke through your daze, “No fornicating on my couch, please!”

“So, if we were married, we could fuck on it? Is that what you’re saying?” You pulled away from Jungkook’s mouth and laughed at Jin’s gobsmacked expression.

“Yah, so disrespectful!” He yanked you off of Jungkook and set you on your feet, “Okay, who’s next? Tae and Lina? Me and Jiminie?”

You shook your head at your fellow captain and turned back to Jungkook; but, you found the couch empty. Whipping around to look for him, you noticed one of your teammates gesturing towards the stairs. You shot them a thankful glance and darted in the direction the boy apparently disappeared in.

“Jeon?” You called as you reached the top of the staircase. Failing to hear a response, you moved down the hallway. Your eyes and ears strained for any sign of him.

Finally, your gaze focused on the closed door at the far end of the hall. A soft light emitted from the bottom of it; and, as you crept closer, you heard Jungkook cursing on the other side of it.

You knocked once. “Jeon? What are you do—” Your words died in your throat as you threw open the door and laid eyes on a very naked and very turned on Jungkook.

“Noona, I can explain!” He jumped out of his bed, fumbling around for his pants.

You calmly shut the door and locked it behind you. 

“Shh, baby,” You whispered, crossing the room and stopping in front of him. “You don’t have to explain. It made you hard, didn’t it? Having me on top of you, licking your skin, kissing your lips… You just couldn’t help yourself, hmm?”

Jungkook’s throat bobbed, “Y-yes. I’m so hard it hurts. Noona, please touch me.”

“I can see that,” You glanced down at his cock. It was admittedly big, and it reminded you of what he had said earlier about you holding it for him. “Jungkook, I want to make you feel good, but you’ve been such a brat to me this whole year. Why should I?”

You turned and began to walk to the door. As predicted, Jungkook rushed around you to block the exit, “Please, (Y/n)! I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll stop bugging you. I’ll return the swim cap I stole from your bag...”

[That was him? You looked for that cap for weeks!]

He continued, “I’ll stop trying to get your attention! I’ll—”

You grabbed his cock - a truly effective method to shut him up. “You’ll be good for me, baby?” Your thumb brushed across his slit, collecting the drop of precum gathered there. Bringing your thumb to your mouth, you licked the droplet off, savoring the salty taste.

He let out a strangled groan as you did so. “Fuck yes, I’ll be good for you. I’ll be your good boy.”

“You know,” Your hand returned to stroke his cock slowly, before dropping it, “I don’t think I believe you.”

“No!” Jungkook looked close to tears as he tried to bring your hand back, “Please, I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” You sunk to your knees before him, “You’ll do anything, Kookie?”

He shuddered, “Yeah, I’m yours. I’ll do anything as long as you ask me.”

“Really?” You cooed, running your fingers up his toned calves and quads, “I like that the sound of that, baby. Okay, fine. But you can’t come until I say so, got it?”

After seeing him nod vigorously, you spit on the head of his cock and use your hand to spread the combination of spit and precum around.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed, leaning against the door, “Noona is so dirty.”

“Oh, baby,” You grinned, “You have no idea.”

And, with that, you took the head of his cock into your mouth and sucked.

Jungkook let out a choked groan, his fingers sliding into your hair.

You took him as far as you could and then swallowed around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-” He chanted above you. You glanced up at him and hummed in amusement at his fucked out expression, and the stimulation from your humming only made him squeeze his eyes shut tighter.

You released him with a pop. “Jungkook, look at me when I suck your cock.”

“Y-yes, noona,” The boy blinked his eyes open and angled his head down to meet your eyes.

“Good boy,” You nodded and then licked up the underside of his cock before taking him back into your mouth.

You blew him hard, stroking the parts of his cock you couldn’t fit entirely in your mouth. Your mouth bobbed, your hands grabbed his ass, your tongue swiped over him.

“Please, please, noona, I’m so close,” he begged, looking down at you with wide eyes and a pleading expression, “Please let me come, (y/n)!”

You glared up at him, releasing him once again, “No.”

“What? Why?” Jungkook gasped above me, his breath coming in pants, “Please, can I come in your mouth?”

“No,” You repeated, your hand stroking him loosely. He whined, his hips straining to try to get you to grip him tighter.

You dropped your hold and stood, heading over to his bed.

“Nooo! Noona!” The brat moaned from behind you. You glanced back and scowled as you saw him clutching his cock in his hands.

“Jungkook, if you don’t get your hands off your cock in the next second, I won’t let you touch me.”

He dropped his cock like a hot potato. “I can touch you?” His eyes shone at the possibility.

You rolled your eyes and tugged your t-shirt dress over your head.

“Damn, noona, you’re so sexy,” Jungkook reached out to grab your waist but you smacked his hand away.

“Lay down on the bed, Kook,” You ordered, unclasping your bra and shimmying out of your thong, “I’m going to ride your face, and you’re going to make me come.”

“Hell yeah,” The idiot launched himself onto the bed and flipped over onto his back, “I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life.”

You pinched his nipple and he yelped. “You’re such a dweeb,” You sighed, getting into position on top of him. He grinned up at you from in between your thighs.

“I think I’m in heaven,” He said, flicking his eyes across your body and staring hungrily at your pussy.

“Hm,” You shrugged and lowered yourself down just out of reach of his tongue, “I don’t know about that, but I do know that if you make me come hard enough, I’ll reward you.”

With that, you sunk down onto his face. His tongue immediately delved into you, flicking and lathering between your folds. His hands flew up to grip your ass, pushing you harder down onto his face.

[Fuck, you had never been more thankful for swimming and its conditioning. Amazing breath control? Check. Incredible stamina? Double check.]

You arched your back as Jungkook circled your aching clit. “That’s it, baby,” You moaned, reaching down to roll your hardened nipples between your fingers, “You’re doing so well. You’re making me feel so good.”

His pace quickened at the sound of your praises, his tongue thrust inside you, his nose rubbed at your clit. You felt the pleasure building and building. “Yes, Jungkook, don’t stop,” You looked down at him and his eyes were so dilated. He was looking back at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

And it was that look that pushed you over the edge. You came with a scream, your legs giving out from under you and your full weight falling on Jungkook. The boy took it, tongue unceasing in its movements, lapping up every last drop you have him.

As you rode out the last of your orgasm, you lifted yourself off of Jungkook and stood.

“I’m sorry, noona,” Jungkook said, breathing hard.

“What for, baby?” Your cocked your head, confused as to what he could possibly be sorry for after making you come so hard.

The poor boy blushed furiously. You glanced over him and quickly realized the problem.

“You came on yourself?” You murmured, stroking your hand through his hair as he gazed up at you regretfully.

He nodded, lower lip jutting out in a cute pout.

“You know,” You said, rounding the bed and settling in between his legs. “Usually I would punish you for this, but I think it’s really fucking hot that you came just from eating me out, baby. I’m just sad you didn’t come in my mouth or my pussy.”

You swiped your finger across the cum gathered on across his abs and sucked it into your mouth.

“I can still come inside you, noona!” Jungkook rocketed up into a sitting position, “Look, I’m already hard again! That’s the effect you have on me!”

You looked down and, sure enough, he was right.

“What a lovely surprise,” You murmured, “Now, should I let you have my mouth or my pussy?”

“I would die for your pussy, noona,” Jungkook said gravely.

“Always so dramatic…” You pushed him back down and lined his cock up with your pussy.

He bit his lip, watching entranced as you pushed the very tip of his cock inside you. A choked breath burst out of Jungkook as you sunk down lower.

“Noona, you’re so fucking tight. You feel so fucking good,” His hands clenched on your thighs as you took him to the hilt and rolled your hips. Damn, he filled you up so nicely. Your walls clenched tightly around him, every shift of your hips brought delicious friction.

“Move, noona, please,” He begged, “Fuck me.”

You lifted yourself up and sunk back down, reveling in the moan he let out in response.

“Play with my nipples, Kook,” You panted, beginning to ride him hard.

Jungkook grabbed your ass and shifted backwards. Sitting with his back against the headboard, his mouth descended onto one of your nipples.

“Oh, yes, that’s it, baby,” You moaned, grinding down onto him as he bit down lightly.

“You’re so fucking hot, noona,” Jungkook groaned, “And your pussy feels so fucking good. I always knew it would though…”

You gripped his hair and tugged hard, “Don’t make me follow through with my gag idea.”

You felt his cock twitch, “Oh, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“No,” He lied.

You brought two fingers to his mouth, “Suck.”

His eyes widened at your command, but his mouth opened obediently. You shoved your fingers inside. Quickening your pace, you bounced on his cock as he sucked on your fingers, moaning around them. You brought your other hand down to play with your clit as you felt your second orgasm rising.

“Are you going to come, Kook?” You panted, clenching down around him, “Are you going to fill me up? Are you going to paint my walls with your cum?”

He nodded furiously, still lapping at your fingers. His hips bucked up into yours, and you clenched down one last time before pinching your clit.

The onset of your climax set off Jungkook’s as he came hard. You tugged your fingers out of his mouth as the boy cursed and cried your name over and over.

The warmth of him filling you up felt so fucking good. “You’re such a good boy, baby. You’re my good boy.”

“Your good boy,” He smiled with his eyes still shut, “I’m noona’s good boy.”

Suddenly his eyes shot open and he frowned, “But for how long?”

“What, baby?” You shifted off of him to lay down at his side.

“How long am I going to be your baby?” His pout from earlier had returned with epic proportions, “Don’t think I didn’t see you earlier getting close with Jimin-hyung downstairs. And I know you let Jin-hyung call you ‘babe’! And—”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. “Shut up, you idiot,” You said, lips brushing over his, “You’re mine for as long as you want me and for as long as I want you.”

His pout remained, “But what if Jaebeom-hyung comes back?”

“How do you even— I’m going to kill Jin,” You growled before bringing your hand up to brush over Jungkook’s cheek. “Jungkook, listen to me. Yes, you’ve been a nuisance this whole season, but I always knew you did it because you liked me.”

You grinned at his blush and continued, “Well, guess what? I like you, too. God only knows why. You’re cocky and brash and loud and—mmmf!”

Jungkook flipped you over and attacked your mouth with kisses. “Noona, you like me?”

“Yes,” You groaned, shifting your face to try to avoid some of his affection, “I like you, you big brute of a baby.”

“Oh, this is so exciting! I’m going to have to plan the most perfect first date. Oh my god, we are totally going be that Swim Power Couple™. Holy shit, wait! Just think about how good our kids are going to be! We’re going to make a whole team of Olympians, noona!”

“Jeon Jungkook!” You screamed, “Kids?! Good god, what am I going to do with you?”

He smiled down at you and kissed your cheek, “Keep me forever, I hope, noona.”

You smiled back at him softly, “I think I just might…”

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[toastedqueso]

Take A Shot

Pairing: Jungwoo x Original Female Character | Reader

Words: 6k

Genre: Comedy, Smut, Strangers to Lovers

Warnings: Alcohol consumption (drink responsibly), Betting, Explicit sexual content

Summary: A handsome stranger at Yuta’s soccer match watching party catches Ella’s attention. Unfortunately for Ella, the stranger, Jungwoo, is rooting for the enemy. They get entangled in a bet and maybe both of them are winners.

A/N: This has idea has been floating around for a while since I found out Jungwoo is a Manchester City fan. The fic has been sitting around for a while and it’s time I finally posted it. Thank you for reading!

Ella clutches the bottle of Prosecco close to her as she walks the short distance from where her Uber driver dropped her off to Yuta’s townhouse. Ella was looking forward to this party all week. Yuta had been planning for a while to host a soccer match watching party on his brand new fancy TV, which he couldn’t stop bragging about. He let Ella as his soul sister have the honor of the first viewing event be an important match for her favorite soccer team, Liverpool FC. The match is against Manchester City and regardless of how much money Man City spent in the offseason on new players, she’s confident Liverpool FC will win.

Yuta had told her that the party would be just her and a few of his other friends she had hung out with before. They seemed nice from their previous encounters, but she was ready to put them in their place if they questioned her soccer knowledge.

Ella takes a deep breath to relax. She can feel her pre-match nerves creeping up and she needs a drink fast. Ella rings the doorbell when she reaches the front door. Yuta opens the door before she drops her hand away from the doorbell.

“Welcome! Come on in, sis!” Yuta bear hugs Ella and takes the bottle of Prosecco. “Nice. I was in the mood for some mimosas.”

“When aren’t you? You always act like you’re on ‘Real Housewives’,” Ella gruffs and ducks befor Yuta can rufflle her hair. She slips her shoes off and follows Yuta into the townhouse.

Yuta and Ella became fast friends when they started working at the same Graphic Design company 4 years ago. They’re known as “Double Trouble” at work for all the chaos they cause. Some of their nosey coworkers initially suspected they were more than friends, but they quickly quashed those rumors when they started referring to each other as siblings and Yuta brought his girlfriend, Maria, to their office parties.

Ella gives Maria a hug when she spots her in the Living Room. She scans the room to see that the guests are already here sipping their drinks and eating nachos. She greets Johnny, Taeyong and their girlfriends, then notices an unfamiliar face. Yuta has quite a few attractive friends, but this friend was different. His soft brown hair frames his pretty face, which nicely contrasts his tall physique. When he stands up, he towers over Taeyong and Yuta, but stands a hair shorter than Johnny.

“Woah,” Ella quietly says to herself as she tucks a strand of her wavy black hair behind her ear. She now wishes she put in more effort in her attire. She hastily threw on her Liverpool jersey with her medium wash jeans. Fortunately, she did curl her hair and put on some light makeup to highlight the golden glow of her skin.

Ella and the stranger make eye contact and she notices his eyes go wide for a second. Before she can introduce herself to the stranger, Johnny calls his name to grab his attention. Jungwoo. 

The guys huddle by the TV to admire it like treasure. While they discuss future viewing plans for Yuta’s brand new fancy TV fit for King, Ella watches Jungwoo bite his lips as he inspects the TV. He catches Ella’s eye as he’s scanning the room and smiles. Ella breaks her stare and looks around to find Maria.

“Want a drink?” Maria asks, noticing Ella is still drinkless. Ella definitely feels far too sober to have to spend the next few hours with the handsome stranger. If Maria suspects anything from Ella's actions since stepping into the townhouse, she doesn’t mention it.

Breaking the awkwardness she feels from possibly getting caught in the act, Ella heads to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of white wine. She practically chugs the wine down and pours herself another glass to sip slowly. Getting drunk before the game would lead to her being really loud and maybe breaking Yuta’s new TV if the game didn’t go how she hoped and she didn’t have new TV money.

Ella heads back to the living room, wine in hand, and settles in on the couch. She gently swirls her wine glass while contemplating how to introduce herself to the stranger. She’s so deep in thought that she almost misses that the handsome stranger is heading towards the kitchen until he’s screaming if anyone wants anything. She watches him walk into the empty kitchen before she chugs the rest of her wine. She gets up too quickly and has to grab onto the sofa arm to steady herself. 

“Fuck it. It’s now or never,” Ella tries to hype herself up as she heads into the kitchen.

She finds the stranger concentrating on pouring a mix of liqueurs into a cocktail shaker. 

“What are you making?” Ella asks, causing the stranger to jump a little.

“Oh! You’re just in time! I’m mixing my special drink. I call it ‘Jungwoo’s Special’!” Jungwoo announces as he shakes the cocktail shaker.

“What makes it ‘special’?” Ella asks bluntly.

Jungwoo laughs. “Be prepared to be amazed!”

“I’m Jungwoo by the way. I meant to introduce myself to you earlier, but Johnny dragged me away. A TV over a girl, he’s so inconsiderate,” Jungwoo replies.

Ella blushes. She doesn’t want to read too much into Jungwoo’s words, but she lets herself hope he meant something more by it. “I’m Ella. I’m one of Yuta’s work buddies.”

“Oh! You’re the work sister! I guess I need to be extra gentlemanly,” Jungwoo laughs.

“So is the ‘Jungwoo’s Special’ something a gentleman would offer a lady?”

“Why don’t you try it and find out?” Jungwoo gives Ella a mischievous look. Jungwoo pours the drink for Ella and hands it to her. She takes a sip and nods her head. It’s a good drink, but guessing by the bottles he left uncapped, it was a potent drink.

“It definitely knows how to treat a lady,” Ella says. Taking a step closer to Jungwoo, she can feel how much bigger he is than her. She has to crane her neck to look up at him. She notices Jungwoo looking down at the Liverpool FC badge on her jersey and smiles.

“Liverpool fan?” Ella cocks her head. Jungwoo gives her a sweet smile. With all the liquid courage in her, she takes a step closer to Jungwoo. 

“Man City,” Jungwoo replies with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Wow, you’re a glory hunter.” Ella gives him a horrified look and shoves his torso. If she wasn’t feeling her pre-game rage and animosity for Manchester City, she would’ve commented how his abs felt solid like a rock.

“If that’s what you want to call supporting the best players and manager in the world, then sure!” Jungwoo teases.

“It’s a TEAM sport. It’s about how everyone works together to win, not just a bunch of megastars.” Ella retorts. 

“You make it sound like Liverpool doesn’t also buy the best players and have a great manager,” Jungwoo points out. Ella couldn’t argue with that. 

“Touché. But at least we don’t throw all our money at everything.”

“How about we place a bet?” Jungwoo propositions. He knows they won’t get anywhere with their argument, but maybe a bet could make things interesting.

“Seriously? A bet?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. It’ll be some extra fun for the match,” Jungwoo coaxes.

“Fine, what are the terms of the bet that you propose?”

“If Liverpool wins, you get to pick what to do and If Manchester City wins, I’ll get to pick what to do. To make this a little more fun, not only does the winner get to pick what to do, but they get to pick a thing or wish for each goal their team scores.”

“What if it’s a draw?” 

“We can go with who had the most possession in the game.” 

Ella sips her drink and contemplates whether to accept or not. She had come into the kitchen to expect a bit of talking, maybe some flirting, but not a bet. The only downside would be if Man City won, but Ella was pretty confident Liverpool had this game in the bag.

“You have yourself a deal, Jungwoo.” Ella stretches out her right hand for Jungwoo to shake. Jungwoo lights up and shakes her hand.

“No matter who wins or loses, I’m sure we’ll both end up winning at the end.” Jungwoo winks at Ella before he chugs the rest of his ‘Jungwoo Special’ drink. 

They settle into the couch in front of Yuta’s fancy TV. The players complete the pre-match rituals of pennant exchanges and hand shakes and then the kick off. Liverpool gains possession early and builds up momentum. The two teams go back and forth creating chances, but no one scoring. Ella glances over at Jungwoo from time to time and notices even Jungwoo seems to feel the tension. Then in the 39th minute, Liverpool breaks away with the ball and scores a spectacular goal. 

“FUCK YES!” Ella screams and jumps around. Yuta high fives Ella to celebrate.

“In your face!” Ella says with satisfaction to Jungwoo.

“Don’t get too cocky. The game is far from over.” Jungwoo playfully shoves Ella when she sits down.

Ella rolls her eyes and shoves Jungwoo back. Five minutes remain for the first half. Each team approaches the last few minutes differently. Liverpool seems to be playing it safe while Manchester City is looking to equalize. Ella nervously takes a sip of her drink. Even if Liverpool is leading, she can’t help but feel something worrying looming in the air. Unfortunately, her gut instincts were right. As soon as she puts her drink down, Manchester City takes possession of the ball and scores. Jungwoo starts jumping up and cheering. Ella huffs and lays back onto the sofa.

“We’re even now,” Jungwoo says as he shakes Ella’s shoulder.

“Whatever. There’s still another half,” Ella replies. She lightly smacks Jungwoo’s thigh. Jungwoo laughs at her reaction.

Both teams seem to just pass around the ball to wind down time before the referee blows the whistle to signal half time. Jungwoo springs up to head to the kitchen. Jungwoo asks if she needs anything, but Ella just waves her hand to indicate she’s fine. Ella needs a few moments to wallow in her misery. In the middle of her self pity, she feels someone land on the couch next to her.

“Ooooh you two are getting cozy,” Yuta comments.

Ella rolls her eyes. “It’s nothing. I’m nice to everyone.”

“You can lie as much as you want, but I know you better than that.” Yuta nudges her arm. “Really though, he’s a good guy. You guys are getting along. You obviously think he’s hot. I saw you chase after him and go to the kitchen.”

“Can we not talk about this right now? He’s the enemy. I have a bet to win.”

“Hate sex is a thing you know.”

“Don’t imagine that, please,” Ella groans, rubbing her forehead.

“Are you imagining it?” Yuta gives Ella a quizzical look. “You totally are! I won’t tell him. Do you. Or rather, do him.”

“Do who?” Jungwoo chimes in right as Ella picks up a pillow to smack Yuta while he’s laughing.

“The only thing I’m doing is going to the restroom,” Ella replies as she gets up.

Yuta continues laughing at his own joke and Ella smacks him with a pillow before she heads to the restroom to freshen up. The game is tied 1-1 and she really needs to channel some positive energy into Liverpool. She freshens up and grabs a bottle of water from the kitchen then settles back into the couch next to Jungwoo.

“Here. I got you some pizza.” Jungwoo hands her a plate with 2 slices of cheese pizza. “I can’t have you throw up on me.”

“Wow, that’s really all you care about?” Ella scoffs.

“I care about you! You should eat. Win or lose, your health is most important” Jungwoo replies. The pizza may have lost its oven fresh heat, but the gesture is still sweet. If she wasn’t trying to fight for her team's honor, Ella would probably kiss Jungwoo.

“Thanks,” Ella meekly says as she turns her attention to the pizza. She hopes he can’t see her blush while she’s nibbling on the pizza.

The second half starts and Ella’s nerves are back. Both teams are picking up momentum and creating chances for a goal. Feeling her stomach churn every time either side attempts to score, Ella puts the pizza on the coffee table. She nervously taps her foot and hopes Liverpool can keep possession if they can’t score a goal.

“Have you thought about what you want if you win?” Jungwoo tries to break the tension. He leans back into the couch.

“No, have you?” Ella asks. Following Jungwoo’s actions, she leans back too.

Jungwoo looks like he’s in deep thought when the game commentator starts screaming. They bring their attention back to the TV and watch Manchester City score their 2nd goal in the 88th minute.

“OH FUCK.” Ella deflates on the couch. Jungwoo is high-fiving everyone, almost spilling Taeyong’s beer on him.

“Well, that’s it then,” Jungwoo says. He plops down on the couch

“There’s still extra time.” Ella knows it’s unlikely to win, but if Liverpool can scrap up a draw, then maybe she might have some hope.

“Don’t worry. Even if I win the bet, you’ll still feel like a winner too,” Jungwoo says with a playful look.

The remaining minutes of the game are uneventful and Man City grabs the win, much to Jungwoo’s delight. Jungwoo spreads his arms inviting Ella in for a hug. Ella shoves his shoulder away instead.

“Aww don’t be like that! That’s not good sportsmanship. Or sportswomanship!” Jungwoo complains. He slowly inches closer to Ella. She rolls her eyes and finally relents. She would be lying if she didn’t admit that Jungwoo gave great hugs. Yuta looks over in their direction and gives Ella a look that says he’s definitely interrogating her later. 

“There you go! That’s the spirit!” Jungwoo commends, patting her back.

“Congratulations. Have you thought about what you want?” Ella asks 

“Already in a rush to claim the prize?”

“I’m pretty sure you won and it’s your prize.”

“Oh, don’t be like that. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it just as much as I will!” Ella feels nervous as Jungwoo takes his time to contemplate what to ask for.

“Don’t leave me in suspense!” 

“Okay! Okay!” Jungwoo raises his hands in defense. “My first reward is that we exchange numbers.”

She hands Jungwoo her phone and watches him add his number. He texts himself from her phone to make sure he has her number too. Ella was hoping for something grander, but she’ll settle for that now. A part of her was hoping he wouldn’t stick to being a gentleman as he said before.

The rest of the weekend passes by in a blur and Ella finds herself back at work too soon for her liking. She’s looking through her email inbox when Yuta comes in and smacks her on the shoulder.

“Good morning!” Yuta shouts at her. He plops down on her desk, causing a few stray papers to crumple. Ella opens her mouth to complain until Yuta shoves an iced coffee in her face.

“Thanks Yuta. I desperately need caffeine,” Ella says, taking the iced coffee from Yuta.

“Soooo tell me about you weekend, my dear friend.” 

“I did laundry on Sunday.”

“And Saturday.” Yuta gives her a pointed look as he sips his coffee.

“I was at your house to watch a Liverpool match,” Ella deadpans. She knows he’s trying to weasel all the gossip out of her. 

“Yes, tell me more. More than just the game and where you were. Tell me all the other details.”

“What are you trying to get at?” Ella squints at Yuta. She knows what he’s after

“This development of you and Jungwoo. Don’t think we didn’t notice!” 

Ella rolls her eyes and turns back to her laptop. “Thanks for the coffee, Yuta. These emails aren’t going to delete themselves.”

“Don’t ignore me! I’ll get my answers at lunch!” Yuta gets up and leaves to his desk on the other side of the divider in front of Ella.

Ella turns back to her email. She has a few design mockup requests from clients she needs to get to this week. Some clients were better with their requirements than others. She was already dreading the long email chains and meeting after meeting with clients who couldn’t describe their requirements well. She knows at some point during the week she has to set up some time to work with Yuta on a project for one of their bigger clients. She knew the cat would be out of the bag by then and Yuta’s nosiness would only get worse.

Jungwoo (9:02 AM): Good morning beautiful ❤️

Ella feels a little flustered seeing Jungwoo call her beautiful.

“Thank God Yuta left already,” Ella thinks to herself. If he saw the message, he’d never let her live in peace.

Ella and Jungwoo spent the entire Sunday texting back and forth, but Yuta didn’t need to know that. She learned that he’s a Mechanical Engineer, which she hadn't expected at all. They talked a lot about their lives and interests. Ella was glad she was getting to know him better and didn’t let a football rivalry get in their way.

Ella (9:03 AM): Good morning! Don’t you have work to do?

Jungwoo (9:03 AM): But I like talking to you!!!!! Talk to me!!!!!

Ella (9:10 AM): Can’t right now. Maybe in a few hours? Yuta is going to grill me at lunch 💀

Jungwoo (9:11 AM): I’m bigger than him. I’ll hurt him!!!

Ella turns her phone face down and turns back to her laptop. She has a design draft halfway completed that she wants to get done before lunch. She puts her hair up in a messy bun and gets back to work.

Lunch time comes around sooner than anticipated. Yuta’s head pops up from the other side of the divider.

“Ready for lunch? I’m starving,” Yuta announces as he stretches.

“Yeah let’s go. Poke?” Ella suggests. She grabs her purse and phone and walks towards the door.

“You read my mind!” Yuta follows closely behind.

They complain about their workload on their short walk over to the Poke restaurant. Although it was nice they had a constant stream of clients, they needed more designers to balance the workload. After ordering their food, they settle down at a table by the window. 

“It’s so nice outside. It’s criminal that we have to work indoors,” Ella comments as she digs in.

“Hmm, yeah,” Yuta gives a short reply, as he scarfs down his food. “Enough about that. Now tell me about Jungwoo!”

“What do you mean ‘tell me about Jungwoo’? He’s your friend! You know more about him than I do!” Ella replies. She knows what he’s getting at, but refuses to give into his demands for gossip so quickly.

“You know what I mean! You two have something going on!”

Ella rolls her eyes. “It’s not like that! We just had a bit of friendly competition and banter on Saturday and we’ve been talking.”

“Uh huh, right. ‘Banter’. Next thing you know, you’ll end up in bed together!” Yuta accuses, pointing his fork at Ella.

“Can’t you keep it down! We’re in public!” Ella whispers.

“Everyone could do with some gossip on a boring Monday.” Yuta shrugs. “Whatever is going on with you two, I approve.”

“God, you're not my dad!” Ella rubs her forehead. She knows Yuta isn’t going to let this conversation go easily.

“Thank God for that!” Yuta agrees. “Anyway, all of this was part of my master plan anyway. I guess Johnny was too tall. Taeyong was too pretty. Jungwoo is slightly shorter and I guess slightly less pretty.”

“Johnny and Taeyong are also very much taken,” Ella points out. “And why are you insulting Jungwoo behind his back?”

“I’m not! There’s no point in being the tallest or prettiest. He has the right amount of both,” Yuta explains, shoving the last spoonful of his Poke in his mouth.

“I’m going to expect updates!” Yuta says. He gets up to throw away his empty bowl and trash.

Ella looks at her phone notifications and sees 10 texts from Jungwoo. She���ll have to read them once she’s back at her desk. She can’t risk Yuta’s prying eyes seeing the messages. Once Yuta’s back, they leave and take their post-lunch walk before they head back into the office.

After she settles back into her chair, Ella pulls out her phone and goes through Jungwoo’s messages. The texts have jumped from 10 unread to 20 unread messages. Most of the texts are of Jungwoo sulking about Ella ignoring his texts.

Ella (1:10 PM): Sorry, just got back from lunch with Yuta

Jungwoo (1:11 PM): I thought you ghosted me! But I forgive you. I don’t want you to starve.

Jungwoo (1:11 PM): What was he grilling you about?

Ella (1:12 PM): You duh lol

Jungwoo (1:12 PM): ME??

Ella (1:13 PM): Actually about us

Jungwoo (1:14 PM): He’s just jealous. He doesn’t have what we have.

Ella (1:15 PM): What? Soccer rivalry?

Jungwoo (1:16 PM): OK that and he’s not as hot as us

Ella takes a moment to think how to reply when she sees Jungwoo typing again. She decides to wait and see what he says before replying.

Jungwoo (1:18 PM): Speaking of us…I believe I’m owed a 2nd wish. Let’s grab dinner Friday night? At the new Brazilian Steakhouse you mentioned?

Ella (1:20 PM): Sure! I’ll meet you there at 7?

Jungwoo (1:20 PM): It’s a date 😉

Ella feels butterflies thinking about their date. Suddenly all of her work seems a lot less important than planning her attire for her date. She makes a mental note to go through her closet as soon as she gets home.

Fortunately, the work week breezes by quickly. Unfortunately, it’s Friday afternoon and Ella still hasn't decided what to wear on her date. Although they aren’t dining at a formal restaurant, Ella wants to dress up a little this time. Sorting through her dresses, she finally settles on an off-the-shoulder forest green dress that sits right above her knee.

With her outfit picked out she does her makeup. She decides to do a bronze smokey eye to accentuate the bronze glow of her skin and complement the color of the dress. Ella decided to do a nude mauve lip. She curls her black hair into even waves and sets the waves with hairspray. After she’s done with hair and makeup, she changes into her dress. After surveying her look in the mirror, she decides to put some bronzer and highlighter on her collarbones to accentuate them. After she’s satisfied with her work, she checks the time -- 6:15 PM. She had to put her jewelry and shoes on now if she wanted to be on time. 

Ella picks out a pair of golden strappy stilettos to wear with the dress. She accessorizes her outfit with gold hoop earrings and several gold bangles on her right wrist. She does a final check in the mirror and is finally satisfied with her appearance. This look definitely had the glam factor to balance her casual look from last Saturday. 

Grabbing her purse, Ella rushes out of her apartment to meet her Uber. The Uber ride takes about 25 minutes and Ella arrives at 6:55 PM. She sees Jungwoo check in with the host as she walks into the restaurant. When Jungwoo turns around and sees Ella walk in, she notices his eyes widening. 

“Wow.” Jungwoo keeps scanning her from head to toe.

“Hello to you too, Jungwoo,” Ella greets. She giggles at his reaction.

“I forgive you for being a Liverpool fan. I might even become a Liverpool fan now,” Jungwoo replies. He comes closer to give her a hug. Ella laughs and smacks Jungwoo’s arm away.

“I tried to look good for you too!” Jungwoo points to himself. He did look good. He’s wearing a beige sweater, which accentuates his wide shoulders, and black jeans.

“Okay fine, you look good too,” Ella says, going in to give him a hug.

“Of course I do. I did it all for you,” Jungwoo whispers in her ear. Ella buries her face in his chest hoping he doesn’t notice her blushing.

“Sir, your table is ready,” their host announces. They jump apart quickly and follow the host to their table. Ella keeps her head down to hide her embarrassment as she makes her way to the table.

The host explains to them how the ordering will work. The waiters will come around with different cuts of meat and give them a slice. They each get a green card and red card - green to indicate to the waiter they would like more meat and red to indicate they don’t. They both order a glass of red wine. While they wait for their wine to arrive, their waiter serves them a basket of Pão de Queijo, Brazilian cheese bread, and their salads.

“You know, I’m really surprised you’re a Mechanical Engineer,” Ella says before taking a bite of Pão de Queijo. The bread tastes like a deliciously cheesy cloud and she has to stop herself from moaning.

“Why? Do I look dumb?” Jungwoo asks, holding his Pão de Queijo next to his pouting lips.

“No, no! That’s not what I mean! It’s just that you look, I don’t know, you’re tall and handsome.” Ella hopes she didn’t offend him.

“Just say you think I’m really hot. Is a hot nerd one of your fantasies?” Jungwoo teases.

“Let’s see if you get to find out,” Ella says with a glint in her eye. She isn’t going to let him win so easily.

A waiter comes by with some meat and they start piling up their plates. They compare which cuts and marinades they like the most. 

“Say ‘aah’. Let me put this meat in you,” Jungwoo

Ella leans back and gives him a pointed look. 

“What? You don’t want my meat?” Jungwoo asks suggestively.

“Just that little piece?” Ella leans forward and whispers, “You need to give a girl the full experience.”

Jungwoo chuckles. “I was waiting for you to ask, babe.”

Jungwoo leans over and places the meat closer to Ella’s mouth. Ella looks into Jungwoo's eyes and bites the meat off the fork. She leans back and slowly chews. They seem to be having a staring contest, which neither wants to lose. Ella slides her right foot slowly up his left leg while maintaining eye contact. Her foot makes it up to his thigh before Jungwoo squirms and closes his eyes.

“That’s cheating!” Jungwoo grabs her ankle.

“Hey, no one said there were rules.” Ella laughs.

“Babe, you don’t want to play dirty with me,” Jungwoo warns. He slowly moves his hand up her calf.

“Maybe I do.” Ella smirks and drinks the last bit of her wine. “I came here to win.”

“Your place or mine? I’ll grab the bill now or I’ll do you right here.” Jungwoo leans over, letting go of her leg.

“Mine. I’ll call an Uber,” Ella replies. Her clothes were probably strewn everywhere in the bedroom, but at least the rest of her apartment was spotless. She couldn’t be as sure about Jungwoo’s place and didn’t want the potential mess to ruin her night.

Jungwoo gently places a kiss on her cheek and walks over to a waiter to pay their bill. Once he’s out of sight, Ella pops a mint in her mouth and requests an Uber. Jungwoo comes back soon and they leave the restaurant hand in hand.

Their Uber arrives a minute after they leave the restaurant. Ella rests her left hand on Jungwoo’s thigh. She teases him the whole ride by slowly moving her hand up his thigh and giving his thigh light squeezes. Jungwoo silently curses and grabs her hand to prevent her from going any higher. Fortunately, they arrive at Ella’s apartment sooner than their estimated time and they scramble out of their Uber quickly.

“Thank God! Another minute in there and I would’ve started making out wit you in the back seat!” Jungwoo exhales.

“Can’t keep it in, huh? You’re really playing to lose,” Ella comments. 

Jungwoo stands behind her and grabs her hips. “If it means we’ll take our clothes off sooner, I’ll gladly lose.”

She giggles at his impatience and quickly types in her apartment code.

“Just a few more minutes. And no funny business in the elevators. I can’t have a Man City fan ruining my rep in public,” Ella jokingly warns.

Jungwoo back hugs Ella and moves close to her ear to whisper, “Don’t worry. I like to do my ruining in private.”

Ella giggles as they make their way into the elevator and presses the “5” button for her floor. Thankfully, the elevator goes straight to her floor and they’re at her door soon. Ella tries to focus on opening the door while Jungwoo is pressing light kisses to her neck. Finally, she finally manages to get the door open despite the distractions. Jungwoo pushes them in and quickly pins her to the door, causing it to slam closed.

“Fucking finally!” Jungwoo shouts.

Jungwoo dives in for a kiss. He slides his hand up from her cheek and grabs her hair. Ella can feel the pent up frustrations from the way he deepens the kiss. He breaks their kiss to trail soft kisses down her neck sending shockwaves of pleasure through Ella. He finds the sensitive spot on her neck and begins sucking. His actions make Ella quiver, causing him to smirk.

“Fuck, Jungwoo,” Ella moans.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Jungwoo asks.

She points to the closed door on the opposite side of the apartment. Jungwoo goes to lift her up, before she stops him.

“I’d fuck you in these stilettos, but shoes on my bed are an absolute no.” Ella starts untying her right shoe. As good as her whole look was, she was now wishing she opted for easier shoes to get out of.

“We’ll do that somewhere else next time, Princess.” Jungwoo bends down and helps her out of her other shoe.

Once Ella’s shoes are off, Jungwoo throws her over her shoulder and heads to her bedroom. He pushes her door open and throws her on the bed. He makes quick work of taking off his sweater. Ella gasps at how ripped he is. She had felt through his clothes he was toned, but seeing his abs up close was a different kind of thrill.

Jungwoo hovers above Ella and gives her shoulder light kisses.

“Where’s the zipper?” Jungwoo asks.

Ella takes his right hand and leads it to the zipper on the back of her dress. He hastily unzips her dress, almost breaking the zipper. She slips out and tosses the dress to the side onto the pile of rejected clothes for their date. Ella unhooks her strapless bra and tosses aside as well.

“God, since I saw you in this dress, I wanted nothing more than to take it off,” Jungwoo confesses.

“Well, are you going to do anything or just talk?” Ella questions. She crawls back to Jungwoo on the bed.

Jungwoo laughs before he seals their lips. This time he moves slower, relishing the feeling of her pouty lips against his. Ella tugs his lip and lightly swipes his lower lip with her tongue to push him to pick up the pace.

“Anxious?” Jungwoo questions. He begins to trail kisses down her neck, chest and torso. He softly licks below her belly button to the hem of her underwear before he slides her underwear off. He moves his fingers down her folds, feeling her wetness.

“So wet already. You really want me, huh.” Jungwoo continues rubbing his fingers on her folds to tease her.

She gives his head a light shove, inciting a laugh from Jungwoo. He slowly rubs her clit, causing her to tremble. She arches her back when she feels him lick up her pussy. His tongue focuses on licking her clit as he slowly inserts a finger. She tangles her fingers in his hair giving it a slight tug encouraging him to continue. He adds another finger and pumps his fingers faster. The sensations drive Ella to dig her heels into Jungwoo’s back. 

Jungwoo slips his fingers out causing Ella to whine. He begins kissing her while he reaches down to unbuckle his belt and slip his jeans off. Ella slides her hand down his abs, caressing his solid muscles. Her hand makes its way down to his boxers, feeling his hardness through the fabric. 

“Don’t worry about that,” Jungwoo says. He shakes her hand off and hastily takes off his boxers. 

“I just want to be inside you already.” He gives his already hard cock a few strokes. “Condom?”

Ella points to her night stand. Jungwoo quickly rips open the packet and puts on the condom.

“Ready?”

“I’ve been ready for hours.” Ella grabs the back of Jungwoo’s head and gives him a kiss. 

Jungwoo breaks the kiss and laughs at Ella’s impatience. Ella leans back on a pillow and Jungwoo places soft kisses on her shoulder before he lines himself up to her entrance. He slowly enters Ella’s pussy.

“God,” Ella moans. Her toes curl from the pleasure she feels.

“Keep calling me your God. I’m going to fuck you like one.” 

Jungwoo picks up the pace and thrusts deeper each time. The sensations cause Ella to wrap her legs around Jungwoo’s hips, trying to feel more of him. He reaches down to rub her clit, causing Ella to shake in pleasure. Ella feels her orgasm building up and digs her nails deeper in his back.

“I’m gonna come,” Ella’s voice comes out in a whisper.

Jungwoo rubs her clit faster and her orgasm finally hits her. Her pussy pulses as she rides out her orgasm. Jungwoo thrusting becomes more erratic and he takes a few more strokes before he comes too. He collapses on top of her after he’s done, almost crushing Ella's body. She’s reeling with the sensations of her orgasm and how much bigger he is than her. Jungwoo gets up after he catches his breath and discards the used condom in the bin. He slips back into the bed and snuggles close to Ella. They lay entangled together, basking in each other’s presence.

“If you won, what would you have wished for?” Jungwoo asks, after he places a soft kiss on Ellas lips.

“You really want to know that?” Ella raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I can handle it.”

Ella laughs. “I would’ve just asked to fuck.”

Jungwoo gasps. “Seriously? Did you think I was that easy? I told you I’m a gentleman!”

“You just said you wanted to rip my clothes off at the restaurant!”

“But we got to know each other first at least!”

“Whatever you say, Jungwoo. I’m sleepy. We can discuss our kinks in the morning.” Ella curls up closer to Jungwoo.

“After the Man City match.” Jungwoo muffles into her hair.

“NO! You’re not watching that trash here!” Ella shoves Jungwoo away.

“Please? We can go for round 2 before and I’ll get us breakfast.” Jungwoo pleads.

Ella contemplates for a moment. “I’ll think about it. Now let me sleep.”

Ella cuddles up to Jungwoo and rests her head on his shoulder. Maybe sleeping with the enemy wasn’t such a bad idea.

[darklymelanatedstories]

Hello friend :) I saw your request are open and your work is so cute! Could I get a Vegeta x reader where reader tries to fluster Vegeta like openly flirting and trying to get a reaction from him?

WARNING: SOME MAJOR CHEESY PICK UP LINES😹

Breathing heavily from the training, Vegeta turned down the gravity before wiping the glistening sweat off the side of his face with a towel.

"That's enough for today."

He stepped out of the gravity chamber and headed for the kitchen. As if sensing his presence, his phone rang.

He immediately knew who it was due to the special ringtone.

He picked up the phone from the island and stared at it for a moment, looking at the stupid picture of you that you had taken with his phone. He smiled at how silly and adorable you looked before shaking it off and composing himself when he realised his smile had grown wider.

He sighed, hesitantly swiped to the right then placing it by his ear.

"Hey, my sexy, delicious Veggie Burger."

Vegeta grimaced at the nickname. "Hello, (Y/n). What do you want?"

"Can't I just call my favourite person in the world without ulterior motives."

"So I guess I'm not talking to (Y/n). Sorry, but you got the wrong number.",he teased.

"Hey hey hey. Hold up."

He chuckled. "What?"

"Can I come over?"

Before he could respond, he was cut off by a knock on the door. Wondering who it could be, he headed to the door, praying internally that it wasn't Kakarot or anyone else since he didn't feel like being social at the moment.

"(Y/n) last time you came over you–"

He let out a sigh when he opened the door, revealing a certain smiling (Y/n) with a phone by your ear.

"Too late. I'm already here."

•••

"What the hell are you looking at?",Vegeta asked, trying to hide how flustered he was by the way you were looking at him. He can't blame you for staring though. He set himself up by not wearing a shirt and exposing his hard abs and flexing muscles.

"Well maybe if you had put a shirt on before inviting me over then i wouldn't be staring at your sexiness right now."

A scowl shaped his lips as a light blush coated his cheeks.

"I didn't invite you! You just showed up to my house unannounced.",he said before heading to his room to change.

"I announced it over the phone, didn't I?"

"Good Lord, give me strength.",he muttered. "I'm gonna take a a shower. Do whatever since you pretty much live here now."

"Just don't expect me to pay rent."

You heard the door close and Vegeta shout from the other side. "I wouldn't expect your broke ass for such a thing."

"Care to treat this broke ass to lunch then?"

You didn't receive a response, instead you heard the running of water which you assumed was Vegeta taking a shower.

"So rude.",you said to yourself, walking in direction of the kitchen. "He could've at least offered me a showered with him."

•••

After what felt like forever, Vegeta stepped into the living room, his fresh scent hitting you immediately. You halted your actions of devouring the ice cream, to look at him. Your mouth fell to the floor as your eyes roamed his body from top to bottom.

The man had on a tight black Adidas T-shirt that showed off his toned upper body, followed by a slightly skinny, dark blue jeans with black and white Adidas sneakers. You didn't even know Vegeta had other clothes besides his suit.

You looked back at his face to find him with an annoyed scowl. "What?"

You licked your lips seductively. "Damn, check out my Veggie Burger looking like a snack. Mm, I might just take a bite out of you."

You could see his face turn a violent red before he turned around and crossed his arms.

He scoffed. "Would you just get up so we can go?"

"Where are we going?",you asked. You placed another scoop of ice cream into your mouth as you awaited a response, taking the opportunity to stare at his toned back and round, firm ass.

"You asked me to take you out for lunch so that's what I'm gonna do.",he said without turning around. "Just so you don't complain the rest of the day."

When he didn't hear a response, he glanced over his shoulder. He followed your gaze and noticed you staring at his booty, the mere thought almost making him face fault to the ground in embarrassment.

He turned his body around, earning an annoyed whine from you.

"What are you–?"

"Mm-mm-mm," you said, moving your head from side to side in a sassy manner. "Boy, are you a pirate? 'Cause I'm wondering where you got that booty."

And with that, Vegeta dropped, face faulted to the ground in a flustered comedic manner.

"I can't with you.",he said as he got up. Checking his dark brown designer watch, he tried changing the subject back to lunch.

"We should get going."

"Sure." You got up and his eyes instantly fell on your chest.

You placed your hands on your hips. "Pfft, and you say I'm the perv but I see you checking me out.",you added with a wink.

His eyes widened, realisation hitting him at what you thought.

"W-what...no I-its just. God, you're impossible." He ran his hand down his face, trying to cool his heated blush and to compose himself.

"You spilled ice cream on your shirt.",he said, pointing at the spill.

"Oh."

He sighed then headed to the direction of his room then came out with a shirt before tossing it at your face.

"Here, wear this."

You looked at the slightly oversized shirt then at Vegeta. "Thanks."

When his gaze was off you, you discreetly shoved his shirt in your face, loving the smell of his scent. You stopped yourself before Vegeta could see you and took off your shirt to put his on.

"What the–!" you heard just as you were about to put his shirt on.

"What?",you asked, clear confusion hinted in your tone.

"Why didn't you–you know what? Nevermind. Just hurry up.",he said before heading outside. You couldn't help but smile, remembering the large dark blush of red on his face.

"He's so cute when he's flustered."

You tied a knot on the side of the large shirt to make it look more presentable on your form.

"So...I guess this means we're dating.",you said to yourself before laughing at the statement.

•••

"Took you long enough."

"Yeah, yeah. I know you're eager to see me in your shirt, Veggie Burger."

He scoffed. He was about to suggest flying but you stopped him by jumping up excitedly.

"Can we drive there?" You wrapped your arm over his shoulders and stared up at the sky as you envisioned it. "You know, just two cool dudes on the road, blasting music, wearing shades and looking savage as fuck."

He let out a defeated sigh, not bothering to argue. "Fine."

"Yay!" You skipped to the car with Vegeta following behind, trying to battle a smile as he watched you. He wouldn't admit it but he liked how you looked in his shirt.

"Wait," you turned just in time to catch the keys he threw at you. "I'm not expert at this driving shit but I'm pretty sure you need keys."

You smiled as you looked at the keys then back at Vegeta with a devilish grin. He already knew what was coming yet was never prepared for it.

You held the keys up, whilst your other hand rested on your hip. "Boy, you don't need keys to drive me crazy."

You couldn't tell by his expression if he wanted to kill you or fuck you then kill you but you decided to head in the car despite your curiosity.

"So where are we headed.",you asked him when he got in the passenger seat.

"You choose."

•••

You both stood at the parking lot. Vegeta leaning against the car as he waited for you to pick a place between McDonald's, Burger King or KFC. He didn't really know why you loved these places considering how unhealthy he thought they were.

"Hmm, what do you think, Veggie burger?"

He just shrugged. "I don't know, idiot. Just pick a place. I'm starving." Just as he said that, every aroma from the surrounding restaurants found a way to his nose.

"If I don't eat soon, then I'll have you for lunch."

You perked up at the sound of his empty threat then placed your hands on his chest as you leaned closer to him. "How do you want me served, your majesty?",you whispered in a sultry tone, uncaring of the passerbys that spotted you two.

"I-I...(Y/n).",he stuttered, which you found pretty adorable.

"You-you w-what?",you teased.

That was a mistake.

You were soon pressed against the car and his body, with Vegeta's hand trailing down your waist while the other was on your cheek. The predatory look in his eyes somewhat told you that you were gonna pay for all that teasing.

"Vegeta?" He smiled at that. Seeing you so flustered that you didn't call him by his nickname. You were all talk but when the tables were turned, you had been as flustered as he was.

He kissed along your jawline till he reached your ear, whispering huskily,

"I'll be Burger King and you'll be McDonald's. I'll have it my way and you'll be loving it."

∆∆∆∆

Probably gonna make another part to this. It was fun.

[lovely-ateez]

Teach Me~

ꕥPosted: 9/1/20

ꕥGenre: Smut, Fluff

ꕥPairing: Yeosang x Fem!Reader

ꕥWord Count: ~1.7k

ꕥWarnings: Fingering, Praising (f receiving), Protected sex, Oral (f receiving)

ꕥA/N: The next post I’m making is Pt. 2 for Ice Cream! Hope you enjoy this one as well as the next :))

“Damn skater boys and their skills. Why can’t I skateboard?” I whined, lazily flopping myself on the library table.

The university I attended allowed bikes and skateboards on campus, so it was common to see people riding either on their way to class. Skateboards were far more convenient, though, and if I knew how to skateboard I’d be riding along with them.

My friend Varsha rolled her eyes at me, “Ask one of them to teach you if you’re so eager, then.” She took a sip of her mocha frappuccino.

“Noooo they look so intimidating. I’d make a fool of myself anyways.”

“Then stop complaining, you big baby. Listen I’ve got class in 10 minutes so I’ll see you later, yeah?”

She walked away as I waved goodbye at her and I felt myself still pouting.

A deep voice startled me, “I don’t think I’m that intimidating, personally.”

Jumping, I faced the owner of the voice. A Greek god appeared before my eyes, his blond locks flowing slightly past his neck. If he didn’t just confirm that he was a skater, his clothes sure would have. His pink beanie looked like it was falling off his head, and his loose shirt and ripped jeans hid his frame, but I just knew he had abs.

The man saw me checking him out and raised a brow. “You’re cute. Meet me in parking lot A at five today. I’ll teach you how to skate.”

He walked away before I had the chance to refuse or even get his name. Well shit. What have I gotten myself into?

-

My final class of the day let out at noon, giving me plenty of time to mull over what I was going to do about the man’s proposal. On one hand, I have no clue who he is or why he would want to help me. He’s a stranger. I literally didn’t even know his name. Yet, on the other hand, he was a terribly handsome man who was willing to teach me how to skate, and I was dying to learn.

I drove back to the on-campus apartments, waiting for Varsha to arrive. I needed a second opinion and as my roommate and a good friend, she was always there to help me.

While I was waiting I decided to change into clothes that would be easy to skate in. You know, just in case. I realized I didn’t have too many exercise clothes to choose from, so I just slipped on a pair of jean shorts and a plain white tank top. It was hot outside so threw my hair in a ponytail.

As I was tying my hair up, I heard Varsha come barging in. “What’s up, fuckers?”

Varsha waltzed into our shared room and began to remove a few books from her backpack.

“Okay first of all, rude. Second, Sinoo and Trixie aren’t here, so it’s singular; fucker.”

Sinoo and Trixie were our dormmates and they shared a separate a room together. We were all about the same age, all sophomores, and shared similar interests so we bonded pretty quickly.

Sinoo was a transfer student from Korea and was just about the kindest soul you’d ever meet. Her English was so good that we swore it was her native language, which she vehemently denied. Sinoo was a music major and had the voice of a literal angel. She would sing almost 24/7 but no one minded because of her voice. Her positive energy was contagious, and she always made us smile.

Trixie was the embodiment of a stereotypical girly-girl. She had long, blonde hair and always wore fashionable clothes. It was strange to have a weekend where she wasn’t begging us to go shopping with her. Like Sinoo, she had a kind heart. She could come across as brash sometimes, but was an incredibly loyal person. Trixie changed her major about four different times, finally settling on majoring in fashion design, although I wouldn’t be surprised if she changed it again.

And Varsha was a true chaotic neutral if I’ve ever met one. Her antics could be slightly unpredictable, but she always knew how to make someone smile. A day wouldn’t go by without her mentioning her adorable white poodle at home and how much she missed him. She was a comfort to have around and the apartment always felt empty without her. Varsha was undecided on her major but knowing her, she’d be able to do anything well.

“So I need advice.”

Varsha gave me a curious look. “About what?”

I explained my situation to her and she laughed. “Go with him, duh.”

“What if he like kidnaps me or something?”

“Okay first of all, I know where you’re at and what time you’ll be there. If you’re not back in two hours I’ll call campus security, okay?”

I nodded, embarrassingly not needing anymore convincing.

-

I arrived three minutes early. The parking lot was surprisingly empty, but since it was a Friday, I wasn’t too surprised. Most students went home for the weekend anyway.

Not knowing what to to, I pulled out my phone to mindlessly scroll through social media. I glanced up when I heard footsteps approaching.

“Didn’t think you’d come, to be honest. Glad you did.” The man grinned, “You ready for your first lesson?”

“I suppose so.” I paused, “What’s your name?”

The question must’ve caught him off guard, given the confused expression on his face.

“Oh yeah.” He laughed, “I’m Yeosang.”

I reached out to shake his hand, introducing myself as well. Yeosang motioned to his skateboard, setting it down.

“Alright. What’s the first rule of skateboarding?”

“Uhh...don’t break your skull?”

Yeosang laughed, nodding. “Well, I suppose that’s a good objective, but no. Balance is key. How good is your balance?”

“Mediocre at best.”

Yeosang tried his best to suppress a smile but failed terribly. I wasn’t sure why he tried to hide it. Every bit of him was so alluring.

“Alright then. I’ll hold you so you don’t fall. Now step up on the board just like this.” He demonstrated the action as he spoke, maintaining perfect balance.

I whined as I watched him. “There’s no way in hell I can do that, Yeosang.”

“Not with that attitude, you can’t.”

He led me to the board and I hopped on, doing my best to stabilize myself. I didn’t notice how his hands were gripping my hips or how close his face was to mine...at first. But when I did, my face instantly flushed.

With a raised brow, the man leaned even closer, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were blushing. I wonder what for? Could it be me?” The growl in his voice sent a shock straight to my core.

I forced myself to stable my breathing, “No. Get over yourself.”

“Feisty. I like it.”

-

We practiced for about an hour and a half but all I was able to accomplish was standing upright on the board.

“We’ve been practicing for quite awhile. Would you want to get a drink? It’s really hot.” Yeosang looked at me with genuine concern.

“Honestly, that would be fantastic.”

“My apartment isn’t too far from here. I can take you there and I can get you whatever.”

Normally, I wouldn’t have agreed in such a situation, but somehow I felt pulled to him. Like I couldn’t say no. And so, I agreed.

Yeosang picked up his skateboard and began to walk, leading me in an unfamiliar direction.

“So which apartment do you live in, Yeosang?”

“I live in Stockdale. Kinda sucks that it’s so far away from campus but it’s close to the lake so at least it has a pretty view.”

I nodded, “Ah I live in Callahan.”

“Oh yeah I lived in that apartment last year.”

I followed Yeosang up to the second floor of Stockdale and watched as he unlocked the door. All apartments had the same basic layout so the room essentially looked the same as mine, except for the position of the furniture and electronics scattered about the floor.

I sat down on the couch in his living room as Yeosang disappeared into his kitchen. I looked at the ugly, blue patched cushions that were placed on his couch. If they were unique to his apartment I would have teased him about it, but unfortunately the entire university decided that the pattern was ideal for all couches across campus.

A deep voice grabbed my attention. “Red punch okay?”

“Yeah that’s fine. Honestly anything is okay at this point.” I laughed. He passed me a cup filled with the red liquid and I took a sip.

“Thanks, by the way. For both teaching me and the drink.”

Yeosang smiled. “Not a problem. If you wanna get good though, you’ve gotta practice more. We should meet again.”

I smiled. “I’d like that...Oh shit-“ I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket, remembering to text Varsha.

Noticing Yeosang’s confused look, I clarified. “I told my roommate if I didn’t call within two hours or so to call security.”

I felt embarrassed as I said it aloud but Yeosang let out a hearty laugh. “Did you think I was going to rob you or something?”

“Hey! I didn’t know!” I pouted, still slightly embarrassed.

“I mean fair enough. You didn’t even know my name...I guess someone was desperate to learn how to skate.”

“Shut up.” As I was trying to place my phone back into my pocket I spilled some punch on my shirt.

“Aww. I don’t wanna clean that up.” I whined.

Yeosang chuckled. “Lick it off, then.”

I felt a surge of confidence. “Why don’t you?”

The joking, carefree air around us had somehow shifted. The atmosphere felt tense. I was teasing at first but, I began to realize that I wanted him to do it.

He ran his tongue over his lips and my head clouded with thoughts of how his lips would feel running along the inside of my thighs, teasing me until I pleaded him to reach just slightly above.

The darkness in his gaze made me want to beg him to kiss me, to touch me, to give me anything. I tried to remember to keep my composure but it wasn’t working too well.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait too long before he pulled me close, locking his lips with mine. I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Biting my bottom lip, Yeosang slowly pulled back. “I think you need to changed out of this t-shirt, what do you say?”

I knew his words meant more than than what they appeared on the surface, especially given the look in his eyes.

I leaned in close to Yeosang’s ear, “I think I need you to help me.”

My words seemed to be the breaking point for him. His lips clashed back onto mine and before I knew it, he was setting me down on his bed.

Yeosang pinned my hands above my head and gently began kissing my neck. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling.

One of Yeosang’s hands grazed my clit through my shorts and I gasped. Yeosang smirked at me and slid down my shorts. When they were fully off he dipped a few of his fingers into my panties to tease me. I wiggled around, begging him to give me more.

“What a needy girl you are.” The man’s eyes were glazed over, lust controlling his every move.

I whimpered, “Please, Yeosang.”

“Only because you said please.”

He released my hands and slid his own down to my waist. Spreading my legs further apart, he bit the hem of my panties and slowly pulled them off of me with his teeth.

“Fuck, you look hot.” He told me as he threw my soaking panties across the room.

If I had the ability to form sentences, I would have told him the same, but I was so overwhelmed with the current situation that I simply couldn’t.

Yeosang lifted my legs over his shoulders and held my hips down in place. I felt his tongue gloss over my clit, making my back arch off the bed. He proceeded to kiss the inside of my thighs, slowly making his way up to where I wanted him. After what felt like forever, he began to slowly eat me out. I didn’t expect him to be as good as he was and all I could do was moan. I couldn’t be more thankful that none of his roommates where there.

“Shit. Yeosang I...I’m close. Please.”

I knew he heard me, but he didn’t acknowledge me outright. His steady pace continued, finally permitting my release. He reached up to kiss me, making me taste myself.

“Do you want to go further?”

His eyes were kind and showed concern, not trying to influence me in one way or the other.

“Yes.” I breathed out.

He once again tried to hide his smile, as if he was trying not to appear too eager. The man grabbed a condom out of his bedstand and quickly discarded the rest of his clothes. I, doing the same.

“Ready, darling?” Yeosang asked as he was slipping on the condom.

“Definitely,” I breathed out.

At a slow pace he entered me, stretching my walls and making me cry out at the pleasure.

“Such a good girl. Taking me so well. You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I felt tears prick at my eyes during his praises and I realized I didn’t want him to stop.

“Please don’t stop that.”

“Awe baby girl likes being praised? Well let me tell you, you’re doing a wonderful—fuck.” A deep growl left his throat as I unconsciously began to clench around him.

“You’re making me feel so good, sweetheart. What a good girl you are for me.”

His right hand wandered up to play with my nipples, gently fondling them. The euphoric feeling spurred on my rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Yeosang I’m gonna...c-cum again. Please.”

His thrusts gradually sped up as my hands grasped his biceps, nails digging into his skin.

Leaning towards my ear, he whispered, “Cum for me, darling.”

After a few more thrusts, I came hard, a mantra of his name falling from my lips.

“Just hold on a little longer, darling. I’m almost there.” The overstimulation wasn’t as bad as I thought it might’ve been, but it was entirely possible that Yeosang’s heavenly, fucked out expression compensated for it. Panting heavily, Yeosang soon reached his high and stilled. He gently pulled out and placed a kiss on my forehead.

“You’re really good at that, you know? Are you this sweet with all the girls?” I joked.

He gave me a slightly confused expression before his face returned to a more serious one.

“I haven’t done this in a long time. Like probably over a year at this point.” He scratched the back of his head, eyes darting anywhere but me. “Actually, I didn’t even mean for this to happen, believe it or not...You know I saw you on campus a few times and thought you were really cute. I’m glad I got the chance to approach you.” He watched me with calming eyes as I blushed.

“So...what now?” I asked, sheepishly.

His shy smile—which I think had become my favorite of his smiles—made an appearance.

“It’s probably silly, given what we just did, but I’d like to take you on a date. Or at least meet up to study or something...point is I’d like to see you again.” He held eye contact with me.

“I’d enjoy that. Plus, I could use a pro to teach me how to ride a skateboard.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes, a dazzling smile painting his face, “Oh whatever. I’m not that good.”

The butterflies I felt in my stomach were so unique to him. I didn’t want to admit how excited I was to see him again, but I was. And in that moment, all I could think about was how glad I was that he offered to teach me.

[sansbojokae]

Meeting the homies

series: can’t you see?

He didn’t like her and she couldn’t figure out why. But what she doesn’t know is that he feels something other than hate. Something she wouldn’t think of. Changes needed to be made but for two different reasons.

paring: idol!wooyoung x idol!reader

genre: slight smut

word count: 1.9k

warning: just someone being an a**hole, cursing

a/n: I was so excited to post this

Your hands feel sticky from the perspiration collecting on your palms. Eyes glued to the windows as your manager pulls into the companies parking garage. You know you shouldn’t be as nervous as you are.

“Y/n breathe please.”

Your manager recites for the nth time now. You exhale and inhale closing your eye lids. Rubbing your hands on your jeans bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth.

“I’m not nervous, I’m not nervous, I’m not nervous.” You chant with following nods to reassure yourself

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

“I hope not.” You say opening your eyes

Once parked into a designated spot your fingers fly to your phone. Sending wooyoung a text that you’ve made it.

“I assume you won’t make trouble and I can trust you to be here.”

You make eye contact with your manager and unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Of course. If anything goes wrong or when I’m ready I’ll call you.”

You’ve known your manager for about 3 years now and surprisingly you’ve never trusted anyone more. She eyes you in the rear view mirror and sends you a warm smile.

You grab a small bag with women necessities and exit the car. Squeezing your phone you wave to your manager as you begin walking to the elevator a few feet away.

Once you’ve reached the first floor of the building you see wooyoung sitting on one of the chairs aligned by the entrance.

“Wooyoungie!”

You call out and he immediately lifts his head from his phone and lets out a wide smile. You jog up to him and into his arms. The first thing that hits is his scent. He smiles of masculinity with a hint of citrus. Next is his body heat that touches your ice cold skin when he encloses his arms around you.

“Gosh it felt like forever waiting on you.” He says pulling back

He leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. When you lean in for more you realize there’s people staring so he intertwines your fingers pulling you towards the floor elevator.

“Sorry I had to run a few errands before I came.”

“It’s alright. Did you eat yet?”

“I haven’t.”

“Great because seonghwa and I cooked something.” He says squeezing your hand

At that you smile to yourself. Awhile back wooyoung told you how he wants to improve on his cooking and been meeting different chefs for advice. This’ll be the first time you try his cooking and it’s an understatement to say you were excited.

As soon as the doors to the elevator close wooyoung pushes his floor number then swivels you around and presses your body to the wall. You widen your eyes by the sudden action but flutter them closed when he leans to the crevice of your neck and place a gentle kiss there.

“As much as I want you to taste my cooking, I’ve been dying to taste you.”

Your breathe catches in your throat and you reach up to hold onto his biceps.

“But your members.” You let out with a sigh as he starts littering kisses all over your skin

“I already told them.”

“B-but” you stutter when his teeth clasps onto your soft skin and runs his warm muscle over it

“That just means you’ll have to be quiet baby girl.”

Your legs start to feel weak as his grip on your waist tightens and his scent starts to become more intoxicating. With his breath caressing your skin you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to hold on.

As you’re distracted by his nipping you don’t notice how one of his hands creeps down to the waistband of your jeans and he slips a finger past your panties. His middle digit slides down til it passes right through your slit collecting the arousal that built up.

He growls when he feels how wet your are by just his biting alone.

“That’s my girl.” He chuckles

The ding of the elevator opening has you immediately reaching for his wrist and pulling at his hand. He smirks removing his finger and turning around. An elderly man steps inside and wooyoung grabs your hand with his clean one tugging you out.

Feeling all hot and bothered you smack his chest and he starts laughing.

“You can’t just do that and expect me to be ready.” You pout

“It wouldn’t have been as fun if you knew my intentions.”

You roll your eyes but freeze when he lifts his digit and wraps his lips around it tasting your sex.

“Mmmm. I can’t wait to have you tonight.”

Your face burns and you keep your head low on the rest of the way to his dorm. It doesn’t take long to get there and when you arrive he immediately opens the door.

“I’m back everyone and I’d like to introduce my lovely girlfriend!”

His smile is wide again and you giggle at his boisterous volume. You recognize the members but only know a handful of their names. A young boy with knowable muscles sits on the couch holding a dumbbell. Jongho. When he turns to you he smiles awkwardly and stands up bowing.

You bow back and turn to the figure sitting on the floor beside him. His hair is blonde, long and has sharp facial features reminding you of a fairy of some sort. If you remember correctly his name was Yeosang. He waves with a small smile and you shyly wave back.

Coming down the hallway with bed hair is one of 2 tall members. You can’t miss his faded red hair and defined abs. You look away with yet another burn to your face.

“Yah! Go put on a shirt stick!” Wooyoung yells and steps in front of you to block the godly view

The boy mumbles something and you hear him padding his way back down the hall.

“That’s the bully I always tell you about. His name is Mingi.” Wooyoung whispers and you look up at him with sheepish smile

He closes the door and pulls you along to the kitchen. The first thing you see is a boy with black hair and handsome features. He’s the oldest of everyone you remember, Seonghwa.

Beside him is the other tall member and he’s reaching for a piece of kimchi as seonghwa fumes at him. He wears a bright smile unfaltured by the eldest gaze. You don’t know his name yet but wooyoung points and say,

“Yunho. He’s cool or whatever.” Wooyoung shrugs and at the sound of his name the boy turns to you

“Oh hiii. I’m glad we can finally meet you.”

You smile feeling welcomed by his cheery and friendly voice.

“I’m glad I could meet you all too.”

Seonghwa turns around and gives you a quick bow before turning to take the rice out of the maker.

“Where’s the small one?” You whisper to wooyoung and he chuckles

Wooyoung isn’t exactly the shortest member in the crew. He always brags about their leader who’s shorter than he is.

“Hey where’s hongjoong?”

“In his room working on a cover.”

“Ah.” Wooyoung nods

“But can you tell him that dinner is about ready.”

Wooyoung hums then gives you a kiss to the temple.

“Be right back.”

You nod and stand awkwardly in the middle of the living room.

“So how’s it going with your single? Wooyoung told me you where working on one. I heard some of your music and can I just say I am a fan.”

Seonghwa says taking out some pork belly from the fridge. You smile feeling more than comfortable to talk about your music.

“It’s going well. I’m pretty much done with it and all I have to do is record it.”

“Since you’re partners with our loud boy, do you think we could get a spoiler?”

Seonghwa raises his eyebrows turning your way and you smirk.

“I’ll think about it.”

You hear shuffling coming from the hallway and you turn thinking it’s wooyoung coming back but instead it’s another member. His face is familiar yet you can’t remember his name. He walks with a serious look on his face. When he makes eye contact with you for a second his eyes widen but before you could acknowledge it they retreat.

You nervously bow to him but he pays you no mind as he brushes past you. Your eyes furrow wondering why he didn’t do it back. Is he ok?

“Where you going?” Yunho asks

“Out.”

“Don’t take long because the food is almost done.”

He doesn’t say anything and just leaves.

“What’s his problem?” Yeosang asks

“It’s personal.” Jongho rolls his eyes

A few minutes later you’re helping seonghwa set up the table.

“Please you’re a guest you don’t have to.” Seonghwa says reaching for the plates in your hands

You shake your head placing them down by each chair.

“It’s just a habit.”

“Your girlfriend is so kind. Good snatch.” Hongjoong says smacking wooyoungs arm playfully and you blush

“Where’s San I’m ready to eat?” Jongho says taking a seat

And as if planned the said boy walks through the door. Everyone have taken their seats and the only empty one is across from you. You feel anxious as he pulls out the chair. For some reason you feel intimidated by him.

The dinner goes smoothly with laughter and a few questions thrown by the members about you. You tell them about yourself as wooyoung comments on things animatedly beside you. Even though everyone seems happy and bright there’s one member who hasn’t said anything and only picks at his food. Maybe today wasn’t his day you think.

“Now what the hell do you see in this guy?”

Mingi says and you giggle when wooyoung tries to reach over the table to scrabble with the tall boy.

“Hm good question. When I first met him he used cheesy pick up lines. Usually I wouldn’t go for those type of guys but he made me laugh so he earned my interest.”

“Clearly I’m irresistible to women with high standards.” Wooyoung says dusting of his shoulders

You roll your eyes pinching his arm.

“What’s so special about her?”

The table gets quiet when the member who’s been silent the whole evening speaks up.

“What?” Wooyoung says

“I mean come on. Does little miss perfect give good head or something? Her music is annoying and her style is..”

“Excuse me.” You say moving back from the table

It takes quite the bit to get you mad but this guy was already annoying you from the beginning. He ignored your welcoming gesture. Haven’t acknowledged you the whole evening and speaks out of nowhere rudely. Who do he think he is?

“San!” Hongjoong says in a stern voice

“Out of all the girls you had to choose her. I mean look at her. There’s nothing attractive about that.”

“What the fuck hyung!” Now it’s wooyoung that’s yelling

“I guess I could admit that you have nice lips. To bad they can’t help you sing any better.”

Tears well up at the bottom of your eyes and you wipe your hands on a nearby napkin. The chair screeches when you get out of your seat. You reach over the table and your hand swiftly moves across Sans face. There’s an echo from the slap and a gasp. Your hand stings but you know his face stings more.

“Thank you for having me for dinner but I should go.” You mumble and leave the dining room

“Y/n.” Wooyoung calls out but you ignore him grabbing your bag and walking out the door

A few seconds later wooyoung turns to san and lands a punch to his face. San doesn’t block and only laughs when he topples out of his seat. He holds his jaw wincing and when wooyoung moves to hit again yunho holds him back.

“How unfortunate.” San says lowly staring at the door you left through

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[patrineptn]

Secret Santa pt. 2!

This took a little longer than expected...

Detroit: Decoming Hers Part 2!

Alone with Kagome, Connor wasn't sure what he wanted to talk to her about. The engineer also seemed to have something on the tip of her tongue. She would often avoid his eyes, bit her lip, inside her cheeks.

"I know," she finally said, "you are a deviant."

"I'm not!"

"Deviancy isn't about going against humans, Connor. It's about questioning your program and consciously making a decision against it."

"That's not possible. Cyberlife would have already put me down."

"If only they knew…" murmured Kagome.

Connor frowned. Confused, he sat down on the couch by Kagome's side. She shifted closer and covered his hand with hers, her thumbs caressing his. The tension faded a bit.

"How?" He asked.

"I've been changing your reports since the case with the Tracies. When your tracker turned off I knew what happened." She squeezed his hand. "I would do anything in my power to protect you. I've been waiting for you to realize your condition for a while now."

Connor had nothing to counter that. He trusted Kagome enough to know she wouldn't lie to him. He just didn't know what comes next. He was designated to go after deviants, yet he was a deviant himself. There was a taste of wrongness in going after his equals. At the same time, he didn't want to fail his mission.

A warm hand touched his cheek.

"Connor," said Kagome, her blue eyes staring into his brown ones. Unconsciously, he closed his eyes and pressed his face on her palm, enjoying the sincere comfort. "It doesn't change who you are. It's just that now you know you have a choice in your actions. Look at me," he did, "I know you will make the right decisions no matter what."

Connor let other parts of his brain process her words while he fixed his gaze on Kagome. What she did - for him - could cost her everything. Her job, her career, her reputation - she risked because she trusted him. He has always held her in high regard. Now, even more.

Thoughts he buried deep inside and out of reach came to light with the idea of freedom of choice. Cravings he has always put aside to prevent himself from going out of his way. He has always admired Kagome from afar. Her honesty, ethics, dedication, all coated with layers of playfulness and amiability. He had heard about her before actually meeting the woman - most androids would rather end up on her workshop than anyone else's. Connor couldn't agree more.

He also couldn't deny how much the looked for their daily meeting or how careful he tried to be to lessen her burden of repairing him. How lovely she looked wearing her hair down, how much he liked the smile she reserved for him only - when her cheeks would color slightly and a faint dimple showed on her right side.

Could he fulfill his secret wish to taste Kagome's lips, as other humans do? Would she allow it? Deviant, or not, he would never be a man, a human.

"You are thinking too much," said Kagome in an encouraging tone. "Whatever you WANT, just do it."

"Anything?" She nodded.

He never missed her eyes. The way they widened when he got closer; the quick exchange between them, an ask for permission followed by an almost imperceptible nod; the dilated pupils before closing them down when their lips met.

In a nanosecond, Connor conjectured thousands of possible actions he could take. None of them seemed right. Nothing has ever prepared him for the feeling of someone's body molding against his, the soft hands reaching out the back of his neck, or the warm breath on his cheek. He was sure his blue-blooded heart beat faster than ever.

Kagome slowly opened her eyes before unlocking their lips. Their eyes glued for timeless moments. Cheeks reddened and lips slightly parted, no hint of rejection so far.

"Connor…" she breathed out.

"Kago-"

He was the one left speechless with she claimed his lips passionately. Her hand made its way to the back of his neck, bringing him closer. A light bit on his lower lip made him gasp. A moisty tongue reached him, asking for permission.

Connor tried to calculate his next moves. His brain stored terabytes of information about human behavior, but this kind of contact was never a possibility. Nothing seemed accurate as this moment with Kagome latched to him. He just let instincts take over.

Higurashi, Kagome. Born in 20XX. Blood type AB. Senior Engineer at Cyberlife. Single. Her file showed up as he came in contact with her DNA. It confirmed to him that moment was real.

Kagome didn't flinch when his hands met her waist, neither when he pulled her closer. She explored his mouth instead, dancing with his tongue through this human dance he wasn't supposed to engage - much less enjoy. Connor gave up rationalizing and let his emotions guide him.

For the first time, he understood the Tracies from a few nights ago. They wanted freedom. Freedom to live, freedom to feel, freedom to love. Risking their lives was a small price compared to the reward and a much better perspective than pretending to be a lifeless moving doll to lust-filled clients until they were discarded as trash.

Breathless, Kagome gave him one last peck on the lips before separating their bodies - though still close enough that he could feel her heat. Connor smiled, a true smile coming from the happiness he felt at the moment. Not a simulated emotion he was programmed to mimic, the false empathy every android had.

"That was… unexpected," said Kagome, a light blush tinted her cheeks, "but not unwanted." She shook his hand. "Congratulations, you're officially a deviant now."

"What?" Connor stood abruptly. "No- damn, I can't." Kagome frowned. "If Cyberlife or the law enforcement finds out, I'll be out of the case. Out of commission!"

"Do you really want to find Markus and the other deviants? They are people, they just want to live."

Connor grabbed Kagome's hand and knelt in front of her. "It's not what you think. If I don't find them, someone will. And they won't hesitate to kill every one of them. Should I stay on the case, maybe I can help them somehow."

Kagome's face changed from soft and relaxed - daresay happy - to the serious one he met from time to time when someone joined them on Connor's check-up routine. They had little time to reactivate his tracker and change his log before he transmitted the daily report.

Kagome has been looking out for Connor since who knows when and the android couldn't keep the smile out of his face. If Cyberlife found out she would be fired if not prosecuted. Unlike her, until now, Connor had nothing to lose - he knew there were at least a dozen other Connor models to replace him.

At the same time, his heart skipped a beat for having someone who cared that much about him.

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"I don't know how can I ever repay you," said Connor as they walked to the door. They haven't talked much since the kisses, and the atmosphere became sober.

"Don't worry, it was the right thing to do." She opened the door and stepped aside, letting him walk out.

Their eyes met for a second. Kagome's lips slightly parted and still a little swollen from their previous activities. She gulped and played with a strand of her hair with her fingers.

"See you tomorrow, in your morning checkup?" She tried. A foreign uncertainness tainting her voice.

"I think we shouldn't meet outside the workshop."

Her eyes widened. Kagome's mouth opened a couple times, but no words came. The grip on the doorknob tightened.

"Yeah, you're right. See you tomorrow, Connor. Good night."

Connor met the wooden door before he could wish her the same.

Her good-bye plagued him for the remaining hours until the morning. There was a sense of wrongness nagging him. He replayed the previous evening several times, looking for the cause of this distress. The feeling escalated when they exchanged only a few words the following morning - Kagome evaded his attempts to small talk.

"Do you think a human can love an Android?" Asked Connor as Hank drove them to their destination. The lieutenant frowned and hardened the grip on the steering wheel.

"People used to love the most exotic stuff in the old days. There's even a tale about a woman and a dolphin. The question should be, can an android love?" Connor looked down, fearing the hotness on his face would be visible. "Is it about Kagome? Don't look at me like that, it's pretty obvious she cares a great deal about you."

Connor wondered if he could trust Hank enough to share his troubles. Memories filled his mind and his hard expression melted. For a while, he forgot where he was and with whom.

"If you want a bit of advice from this old dog, trust your intuition. Whatever is bothering won't be solved by thinking too much."

"That's right." Connor patted Hank's shoulder and grinned. "Thanks, Lieutenant."

[zaynmirrors]

Hardware: Bucky Barnes AU

A/N: so this didn’t go the way I planned but hey it’s fine, I finally got it up though. If you want a part two or any other type of request they’re open so send me a message! Enjoy!

Pairing: Norm!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Norm!Steve And Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, almost passing out? I don't know

I turned the dial on my combination lock, pulling down as I heard the click of the final tumbler opening. Opening my locker I pulled out my vest and slipped it on, but before I left the break room I bought water from the vending machine.

“Hey Y/N, how'd it go with that guy?” Wanda asked as soon as she caught a glimpse of me. I shook my head and she frowned. “You know my offer still stands”

I chuckled slightly remembering her offer to try and set me up with someone at work. “Yeah, Thanks Wanda” I gave her a small smile.

“Hey, Y/N you’re out in Garden,” Nat said coming by, I nod and start the trek out to the sweltering heat that is the garden center.

As I rounded the corner to the registers, I landed eyes on the well-built body that was standing next to the drink machine talking to Steve.

Steve caught my presence first. “Hey, Y/N” this caught Bucky's attention causing him to turn to my direction. I gave them a small smile and a wave.

“What’d you do to get sent out here” Steve joked causing me to chuckle and I stop in front of the register and log in.

“I guess I was late too many times” I joked back leaning against the counter beside the register. Steve let out a hearty laugh as Bucky chuckles.

The day goes on people come through my line, I joke around with a coworker until a customer needs assistance lifting some stones into the back of their truck. I dial into the intercom and say “code 50 to garden registers”, praying that its Bucky.

Soon enough here came Bucky round the corner. “What’d you need?” He asked looking at me expectantly. I explained the situation and he went to work. He hopped into the back of the cab, causing the truck to bounce slightly with the weight. The customer began to hand him the stones and I watched, in a trance.

His muscles glistened with sweat as he worked under the unforgiving sun. He pushed the long pieces of hair behind his ear and looked up into the sky taking a break for a split second, “You’re drooling” I jumped and looked for the voice, finding steve standing there with a smirk.

“Shit Steve”, I sighed “you gave me a heart attack” he laughs and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, placing it on my counter.

“You stare at me like that?” He asked leaning on the counter while opening the water as he watched his friend load the stones by himself, obvious to steve that bucky had it handled.

Steve loved to tease me about the small crush I had on the buff loader. I shake my head, cheeks burning bright crimson. He just laughed.

He pulled another water out of the fridge and handed it to me nodding at bucky, who had hopped off the back of the truck and was heading back towards us looking flawless even as he sweats.

“Here Bucky,” I said trying to be confident but it came out soft as I held out the water bottle to him. He gave a soft smile and took it before standing in front of the large fan they kept outside to keep everyone cool, pulling up his shirt slightly to let the mildly cool air blow on his sweat sheen toned abs.

It was hard to tear my eyes away from the sight but I managed. Steve gave you a sly thumbs up and a cheeky wink that made you roll your eyes. “Thanks for the water” Bucky called out as he began the walk to his designated area in the back along with Steve.

The hours dredged on, the heat was slowly getting to me as I stood there not even noticing that Bucky had surfaced until he spoke, “What's up?” Bucky asked laughing slightly as he saw the position I was in, head pressed against the palm of my hand.

Without looking up I mumbled “I feel like I’m gonna pass out,” he wasted no time in grabbing a Gatorade from the fridge and placing it on the counter. This caused me to look up at him confused by these actions.

He rummaged around in his pants pockets for a second before pulling out both his discount card and his debit card, “What are you doing?” I asked as he held out his employee card for me to scan.

“I’m buying you a drink” I tried to argue with him but he wasn’t having it, I finally had to just ring him up as he kept insisting but he didn’t stop there, he carefully helped me sit down on the cinder block behind the register.

Bucky examined the fan that had been pointed at me and turns it up as high as it would go. He bent down to pull the hair off the back of my neck as he yelled, “Hey Steve, can you call a head cashier and tell them to get me an ice pack?!”

“Sure thing!” I heard Steve yell back. I opened the Gatorade with a shaky hand, and took a few small sips before feeling a coldness on the back of my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine. “Did you eat?” Steve asked from beside Bucky

I shook my head, completely ready to receive a lecture from Steve about the importance of properly eating but at this point, I didn’t care. Instead, to my surprise, I was handed a candy bar.

“Hey Y/N, Nat said you could leave early,” Wanda said, coming around the corner and taking in the sight before her. She was obviously sent out here to take over. I would have argued but I felt like shit and it was just fifteen minutes

“Can you stand?” Bucky asked, still holding the hair up off my neck. I sat for a moment

contemplating if I were stable enough to stand before leaning forward to stand, Bucky moving in sync with me.

Steve moved out of the way and said, “go ahead and walk with her” Bucky nodded and kept a hand on the small of my back gently guiding me inside as a precaution.

I was able to clock out and grab my things from my locker with the help from Bucky. “Are you sure you should drive?” He asked when the two of us reached my car.

I nodded, “yeah, I’ll be fine. I don’t live far” but he still looked worried. So I finally mustered up the courage to say, “if you gave me your number I could text you that I got home Okay”. I felt my cheeks heat up, my heart was just about ready to jump out of my chest.

He thought for a moment before pulling out his phone and handing it to me calming the anxious beating of my heart. I quickly put in my number and sent a text to myself before handing the phone back before getting into my car, but leaving the door open.

“Now I expect a text” he said sternly but with a hint of playfulness as I turned to position myself in front of the steering wheel.

“You’ll get one,” I said with a small smile before closing the door, waving at Bucky and turning on your car. The ac blasted out scorching air before finally cooling off as I drove away in awe at myself.

-

I had made sure to pack a lunch today as well as some snacks in case I began to feel light-headed. I stood next to Wanda in front of the registers.

“What about” she paused for a moment, in thought and then continued, “Steve?” I looked at her and shake my head. “What why not!?”

“Because I like our friendship, I don’t want anything to ruin it,” I said, but I had to admit he was attractive but just not like Bucky.

“Hello ladies,” Bucky said coming up with a smile, a box that contained a ceiling fan inside slung onto his chiseled shoulder. A heat spread to my cheeks as he looked at me.

Wanda smiles and subtly wiggles her eyebrows, I stifled a laugh and just shook my head. “Hey Bucky, are you closing tonight?”, I asked hoping I had all afternoon to look at him.

“Sure am” he replied eyes moving up to meet mine, “I hope you’re feeling better.” he said with a small smile. I nodded at a loss for words, this crush would be the death of me. “I gotta get this back to receiving” he gestured to the fan, that had a faulty sticker on it,

He walked off, ending the conversation. I watched as he walked away, eyes zoned in on his ass, god it was such a nice ass. “Oh my god, you like him!” Wanda exclaims grabbing my attention, my cheeks burning red in embarrassment.

“Would you hush, he’ll hear you” I seeth through gritted teeth looking to see if he was somehow around.

“Why haven’t you told me?” She asks looking almost hurt, I sigh and look at her. She was already awaiting my answer.

I shrugged, not really sure why I hadn’t told her other than the fact that I wanted to keep my feelings private, well mostly private. Steve the little shit, was smart enough to figure it out himself and would constantly tease me about it but it was all in good fun.

“Have you asked him out to dinner?” she asked as she walked to her register with a customer in tow. I shook my head, there was no way he’d want to go out with me. “Well you should, I think you two would be cu- Do you have rewards card with us?” I chuckled to myself as she got interrupted.

I caught a glimpse of Bucky heading towards me and I put on a smile to mask my anxiousness. He gave me a smile as he leaned against my counter, “what's up?” I asked looking into his sea like eyes.

“I’m supposed to be doing my register training, is it cool if you train me?” He asked running a hand through his hair as if he was nervous.

I nodded, “Yeah that’s fine” I logged out and moved so he could take my place. He stared at the computer in confusion, hands out as if he wanted to log in but was unsure of how to do it. “It’s your genesis log in” I replied softly.

It clicked with him as he moved his hands typing in his username and password. I stood behind him, watching as he got his first customer and helping him through it. “You have a good day man” he said to the guy in front of him.

He turned to look at me and gave me a smile, to which I returned. “What time do you get lunch?” he asked randomly.

I didn’t think much of it as I replied with, “Soon”

He nodded and went to say something but a customer walked up ready to check out. I watched, leaning on the counter behind us. Nat came over and tapped my shoulder, I looked at her as she said, “Time for lunch” I wished Bucky luck before heading to the breakroom to take my lunch alone.

-

I had finished all the tasks in order to be able to leave for the night. I joined the rest of the cashiers at the service desk waiting on the manager Tony to let us out. Bucky rounded the corner to join the group of people, a small smile on his face when he sees me.

Once Nat gives us the okay, we log out and head over to the door where Tony stood waiting to let us out. I went out in line with Wanda talking about nonsense as we headed to our cars.

“Hey! Y/N wait up!” I turned around to see Bucky jogging towards us. I stopped and let him catch up, he caught his breath and pushed his hair back with a smile on his face. “Hey”

I laughed slightly “Hi Bucky”, and watched as Wanda walked on waving me off.

“Um, I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while” He rubbed the back of his neck out of nervousness, I nodded for him to continue, a smile plastered on my face. “Would you want to grab dinner?”

I was dumbstruck and at a loss for words, as I stumbled for the words Wanda shouts from somewhere behind me and says, “She would love to! She’s free right now!” My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

He waited patiently for me to actually answer to which I said, “Yeah I would, do you want to go to CookOut?”

“Yeah that's fine, we can take my car” he went over to the jeep that was parked somewhat close to my car and I followed. He opened the car door for me and helped me in. I was freaking out on the inside, after crushing on this guy for almost a year I was finally able to go on a date with him.

part 2

[amehanaaa]

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

We out here with another Nalu story! It’s been so long since I’ve written Nalu, but once I watched this movie, I couldn’t resist. I desperately needed to write this!

I actually have this story all written out, so I plan to have it all posted within the month of June. I hope you will join me on this journey! (Also can be read here.)

Chapter 1 / ? Words: 3030 Summary: Lucy and Natsu are determined to take the necessary steps to fulfill their lifetime dreams. Little do they know, they have both given themselves 10 days to achieve it.

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If Lucy doesn't start her mornings with a bagel slathered with strawberry cream cheese, it is not a good morning. The satisfying crunch of the first bite is just as pleasant as birds chirping.

Today is a good morning as Lucy eats her bagel with a content smile as she enters her office building. She makes a beeline towards the elevator. With her free hand, she scrolls through her phone to see if there are any updates.

"Fifty new comments," she whispers to herself.

Unsure whether to be proud or disappointed, she sticks her phone back into her purse and returns her attention to her half-eaten breakfast.

In between bites, she observes the lobby through the glass walls of the elevator. People from all over bustle through the area, all consumed by their own lackluster agendas. The higher she elevates, the more everyone blends together.

There isn't anyone who stands out more than the other—how fitting.

This is what it's like where Lucy works. It's the same routine every week: Mondays are for new ideas, Tuesdays are for settling with an idea, Wednesdays are for presentation, Thursdays through Saturdays are for writing, editing, proofreading, and Sundays are for posting.

Today is Tuesday, which means Lucy needs to decide what she wants to write for this week's article. Normally, she'd walk into her office with an itinerary. But this week, she finds herself feeling lost and uninspired to settle with an idea.

She doesn't let this affect her mood, though. Entering her designated floor, she holds her breath while walking through the experimental smells drifting in the air. Once she smells the familiar booze with a special ting to it, she sits in the open desk next to it.

"Is that blueberry, Cana?" Lucy asks her coworker frantically typing at her computer.

"Cranberry, actually," Cana responds through her types. "I've been experimenting this drink all week. I think this is going to be my best review yet!"

"I still can't believe Erza is letting you do this to yourself." Lucy shakes her head slightly, feeling a sense of pity as Cana appears to be in shambles.

"It's a privilege more than anything." Cana sends Lucy a grin over her shoulder, completely oblivious to her wild eyes. "I mean, how many people get paid for drinking unhealthy amounts of alcohol just to write a review on it?"

"I think I can see why it's not a popular job," Lucy responds. She returns to her own computer and purses her lips in thought. She has a list of what she could do for this week, but none of her ideas are close to what she actually wants to write.

Cana notices Lucy's blank stares. "Can't decide what to write this week?"

"I have some ideas," Lucy answers, half-lying. "I'm just not sure which one to pick."

"How about a follow up on that survey you did a couple of months ago? The one about lip gloss?" Cana suggests.

It takes every part of Lucy's physical being to hold back her cringe. "Yeah, I could do that."

"Everyone likes reading about lip gloss," Cana states simply, returning to her typing.

"Not everyone," Lucy mutters beneath her breath.

This is also what it's like every week. Pretending to love cheap cosmetics, the latest fashion trends, celebrity rumors, abs-guaranteed-exercises, and everything else in between. Lucy has mastered the art of pretending to be fully invested in these ideas.

Really, her dream is to have her own writing business that covers stories like how Fiore became the way it is, why the locals are the way they are, and highlight the hidden, creative minds throughout the city of Magnolia. She wants Fiore's hidden voices to finally have some light—that's all.

She thought joining this company would be the doorway to more opportunities to pursue her dream. And yet, here she is, already have worked two years without any progress. For now, she remains at a company where its sole purpose is to make women's lives easier one hairstyle, workout, rumor, and lip gloss application at a time.

Lucy's ultimate desires are easy to suppress throughout the day, but it doesn't seem to be working as effectively today.

"Do you think you're going to be ready to present to Erza tomorrow?" Cana asks once the work day is almost over.

"I'll figure it out." Lucy releases a heavy sigh, tilting her neck to each side with a relieving pop. It's not like she has much of a choice—she has to figure it out or else.

"We can go drinking tonight if you want," Cana offers.

"The only thing you should be drinking tonight is water." Lucy nearly scolds, standing from her seat and collecting her belongings. She places a water bottle next to Cana's desk. "I have plans tonight with Levy, but thanks, anyway. See you tomorrow."

Before Cana can convince her like she has done plenty of times before, she leaves the office building. Like any other city, cars cover the streets like mindless ants. The sunset hides behind the buildings, allowing Lucy to be guided by the flickering streetlights.

She strategically makes her way through the traffic, travels through three subway stations, and eventually arrives to her apartment. She unlocks her front door, being met with the delicious smell of dinner.

"Welcome back, Lu!" a voice sings out from the kitchen.

"Hey, Levy," Lucy smiles at her best friend and sets her purse down on the counter. "What's for tonight?"

"Dumplings," Levy announces proudly. "Are we still watching our show tonight?"

"Of course we are," she nods. The two exchange an excited smile before Lucy takes out her phone and reads another update. Who knew a trivial review about makeup could get so many comments?

After indulging in Levy's famous dumplings, Lucy tries to find any sense of inspiration for what to write this week. She thought of how she could write about how to eat healthy while eating dumplings, but she remembered that Evergreen wrote something similar last year.

"You okay? You're quiet tonight," Levy comments as they settle onto the couch minutes before their beloved TV show.

"I have no idea what to write this week," Lucy admits, running a hand through her hair. "I just want to write what I want to write, you know? I'm tired of writing all of this nonsense."

"It's okay," Levy reaches over and rubs Lucy's shoulder for comfort. "You're going to get there, okay? For now, let yourself enjoy the show. I read some spoilers that it's going to get juicy tonight."

"You said you weren't going to read spoilers without me!" Lucy proclaims, scoffing as Levy giggles mischievously.

Lucy decides to accept her best friend's advice, deciding that her article is more trivial than the show. But after this, she is definitely going to have to choose an idea.

"He should just dump her already!" Levy groans loudly as the episode cuts to a commercial.

"There has to be a reason why he keeps staying with her," Lucy theorizes aloud. "She has treated him horribly all episode. He wants something from her."

"Or maybe she wants something from him," Levy retorts. "They're not even a good pair, anyway. Ugh, I'll be right back. I need a refresher."

Lucy can't help but laugh to herself at Levy's dramatic expressions. She hopes that someday her audience will also react in a way like Levy. Her work will cause her audience to feel riled up, whether it be out of inspiration to take action or enragement and throw a fit.

At the same time, Lucy feels an emotional wall for the characters in the TV show, which is the complete opposite of Levy. Lucy can't remember the last time she has felt anything remotely related to love, let alone infatuation.

What was it like to feel so helplessly in love? What a foreign idea.

With the sound of Levy's quick steps back to the couch matching the steady thump of her heartbeat, the gears in Lucy's head gradually begin turning. When the TV show returns from commercial, it hits her.

"I have an idea on what to write!" Lucy exclaims suddenly.

"Shh, tell me later!" Levy waves her off, but Lucy doesn't care.

A grin stretches across her face. The idea is risky. It might not work out. It's not going to be easy.

But if each article she writes is one step closer to her dream, she's determined to take that next step.

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"Come in, Lucy!"

Lucy opens the door to a spacious office, windows displaying the buildings of Magnolia. It's the classic office that anyone would dream of having—that is, anyone who only wishes to write about nonsense all the time.

"Hi, Erza," Lucy greets her boss. "I'm here to present my idea for you."

"It took you longer than I expected, but I can squeeze in some time for you. You can sit down," Erza beckons her. "What do you have for me?"

"It's going to be a personal story this week, but with a twist. Here are my ideas," Lucy explains while sliding her a notebook with all her scribbled ideas.

Erza squints at her handwriting, but they soon return back to normal. Much to Lucy's delight, interest swirls in Erza's eyes. She begins to nod with an amused smile, glancing at Lucy above her glasses.

"So, you're going to date a guy in reverse? How will you do that?"

"I'll find ways to drive him away," she answers. "I'll use mistakes that women typically make. It'll be an article of what not to do when you're dating someone. I'll keep a journal about it and record my findings."

"How to lose a guy in ten days," Erza echoes Lucy's final notes. "I think you've struck gold here. How did you think of this?"

Lucy can't hold back her satisfied smile. "This TV show I watched last night gave me some inspiration. Do you approve of my idea? In terms of posting, I won't be able to post on Sunday due to the length of the experiment."

"We can afford that if the execution is as good as the idea," Erza responds.

Although her words come out discouraging, Lucy takes a deep breath to ignore the looming pressure. She knows this isn't going to be an easy article to write, but she's willing to sell a kidney at this point.

"I'm going to a gathering tonight," Erza mentions, causing Lucy to perk up in her seat. "There will be plenty of men. Would you like to join me and find your experiment?"

Lucy doesn't like the idea of calling her future date an experiment, but she can't take back this opportunity. "I would love to come!"

"Okay, see you then. Now, if you would excuse me, I have some strawberry cake to eat."

Understanding that this is Erza's way of kicking her out of her office, Lucy collects her belongings and nearly dances out of the office. There isn't any room for anxiety for what she has gotten herself into. Right now, there is just pure bliss.

The outside air has never felt fresher on Lucy's skin as she makes her way back home for the day. Even though most of her articles have been nonsense, there is always a pre-article excitement.

"Levy, my boss accepted my idea!" Lucy shouts into her phone, her voice contained by the crowd surrounding her.

"That's awesome, Lu! I knew you could do it!" Levy cheers her on. "You're off work early, right? Come to the bakery and I'll treat you!"

"You don't have to invite me twice. I'll be right there," Lucy responds happily.

After hanging up the call, Lucy isn't able to hide the bounce in her step. She'll never admit this aloud, but the high of getting Erza's approval is almost as gratifying as her morning bagels.

Lucy pauses at a crosswalk, holding a staring contest with the red light across the street. She doesn't hesitate once it turns green; however, the first step she takes on the street matches with a screech.

"Oh, my—"

"Are you alright?!"

Lucy's eyes are almost bulging out of its sockets as she watches a man jump off his motorcycle and approach her with eyes the same size.

"Are you alright?" the man repeats, searching her for any injuries. "I wasn't expecting you to be there when I was turning."

"I-I'm okay," Lucy stutters, finally catching up with her ragged breaths. "It was my fault. I should have looked before I started crossing."

"I'm just glad you're not hurt." He lets out a relieved sigh. "I'm sorry about that."

"It's okay," she assures. She watches as the man shivers, almost as though to release the idea of what could have just happened. Although he wears a helmet with a tinted visor, she can tell he isn't bad looking. Could he be the one for her experiment?

"Well, since we're both good here, I'm heading out. Stay safe." The man nods his head as he begins to return to his bike.

Lucy moves her foot to step towards him. But by the time she realizes that there is no way she could ask someone out after being nearly trampled, the man is already zooming away.

"Note to self," Lucy mumbles, carefully walking across the street. "Just go for it next time."

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The idea of running someone over after driving a motorcycle for less than a week is enough for Gray to shiver through his jacket. He can vividly see how the woman's eyes widened and jaw dropped in a matter of seconds. Gray deletes the image from his mind as quickly as possible.

"Hey, where have you been?!" a voice shouts out to Gray as he rolls towards the front of the fire station.

"Sorry, I got caught up in something," he explains, trying not to show that his voice is still shaky. "Anyway, here's your lunch. You owe me one."

"Owe you for what?" a man snatches the bag from Gray's hands. "Juvia gives you these for free, anyway."

"Not the point, Natsu." He rolls his eyes, following his friend to an outdoor table. "You're going to have to teach yourself how to cook someday."

"I do know how to cook," Natsu retorts. "I just cook at my own convenience."

Gray stifles a laugh while shaking his head. "Microwaveable meals don't count."

The two bicker—occasionally getting physical—until Natsu catches a glimpse of Gray's sparkling motorcycle in his peripheral vision. He pauses just for a second. "How's your bike?"

"I haven't killed anyone yet," Gray responds with a nonchalant shrug.

"My bike is cooler, anyway." Natsu waves his hand in dismissal. "You're welcome for getting you that deal, by the way."

"Yeah, yeah," Gray also lifts his hand to wave him off. He's positive that Natsu will never let him live that down. He is about to say they should race someday, but he notices the time.

"Hey, I need to head out, but I wanted to mention that Juvia is hosting a party tonight. You can come if you want."

"What's the menu look like?" Natsu asks.

"I can tell Juvia to think of you," Gray responds, causing Natsu to grin. "Come to my place in a suit."

"Alright, I'm in," Natsu nods in acceptance. He follows Gray towards his bike, munching on the remains of his baby carrots. It isn't until Gray is almost a street away when a thought surfaces into Natsu's mind.

"Does he expect me to bring a date?" he mutters to himself, going back inside the station.

Natsu's memory is blurry on the last time he was romantically involved with a woman. Sure, he has had his share of relationships, but there came a day when none of it was enjoyable as it used to be. Now that he is a fresh 26, Natsu wants more than a pointless, ten-day fling.

Knowing fully well that the food at the parties Juvia hosts is some of the best, Natsu purposely skips snacking throughout the day. It makes his time at the station a lot more difficult than it needs to be, but it's worth it.

By the time he takes a quick elevator trip up to Gray's apartment later that evening, his stomach growls louder than the blow dryer Gray holds onto as he opens the door.

Gray whistles, taking in Natsu's attire. "Looks like you're dressed to meet the love of your life tonight."

"Good one," Natsu scoffs and enters the apartment. "Does Juvia know you use a blow dryer?"

"Yes, she does. She appreciates it," Gray quips back.

Natsu can't stop himself from wandering into the kitchen, searching for just a nibble of a snack. It isn't hard to spot Gray's collection, snacks of all types covering the pantry.

A pit of envy settles in Natsu's stomach. Not for the snacks themselves, but for the guarantee that the pantry will always be filled. Natsu still isn't quite sure how Gray landed the career he has. He certainly deserves it, though. He has always been skilled at talking to others, especially if it's to persuade.

As a result, Gray's career has gifted him a luxurious apartment with luxurious amenities. But it's not the tangible items that Natsu envies the most—it's the connections and network of people he knows.

Natsu reaches for a box of crackers until he hears Gray's footsteps behind him. "You ready? Juvia is about to pick us up."

"Readier than I'll ever be," Natsu responds, stuffing a couple of crackers into his mouth. He can't hold back his laugh at Gray's eye roll, puffs of cracker dust sparkling across the air.

"You love food so much. I wonder if you have any game left," Gray remarks.

"Why wouldn't I?" Natsu raises his brows.

"Do you think you could get a girl tonight?" Gray challenges.

"For how long?"

Gray's eyes light up at the question, which makes Natsu immediately regret his question. Giving Gray the opportunity to manipulate the duration of this bet is one of the worst moves he could have ever made.

"Ten days," Gray answers eventually.

"Ten days?" Natsu repeats incredulously, but hastily changes his tone. "I can do that. What do I get in return?"

"Anything you want," Gray shrugs simply. "As long as you stay with the girl a full ten days, of course. No matter how difficult she gets."

Natsu is quiet as he tries to form his words. "After this bet, I want you to get my name out there." His voice is firm. "I want to be recruited to a place that has more activity."

It appears that Gray is holding his breath, but the image fades away as he nods. "Really, I've been wanting to do that for you sooner or later. I can tell how disappointing Magnolia has been for you."

Natsu smiles thinly at Gray's words. "Yeah. I'm ready to get out of here."

"Well, if you work hard enough, maybe you will," Gray confirms with newfound amusement in his eyes. "Maybe after these ten days, you can get that girl to move away with you."

"You sure have quite the imagination, Ice Princess."

Gray is about to shoot back with one of the many nicknames they have for one another, but the ring of his phone beats him to it.

"Yeah, we'll be right out."

"Actually," Natsu begins, reaching for the keys on the wall. "I'll follow you. Nobody knows how this night might end."

"You're lucky that you know how to ride a bike," Gray remarks.

"You're lucky that I taught you!" Natsu retorts, following his friend out of his apartment.

With that, Natsu revs the motorcycle and follows Gray and Juvia's sleek car. He isn't sure what this night will hold, but he ignores the annoying buzz in the back of his ears.

So what if he said he was tired of pointless, ten-day flings? Those flings weren't going to lead him to a new job opportunity. This fling, however, is going to be one of the most rewarding bets he has ever done.

If this fling is one step closer to his dream, Natsu is determined to take that next step.

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#51 sounds really cute! :D

#51: things you said as we danced in our socks

Set a few weeks before graduation

Wide Florida Bay | Previous

Horns rattle from the tinny speaker, and thebriefest bass guitar, before abruptly cutting off. Shirayuki frowns as shescoops up her phone, flicking the screen on – that clip is so unsatisfying, she reallyneeds to fix it –

r u done?im doneim dooooooonnnnne

She glances up from the mixer whirring away, catching the bookbagslumped against the wall of the vestibule, abandoned the moment she walkedthrough the door.

I just got backObi still has one more though

ugh ofctell him hes an overachiever and he should b ashamed

(He’s been sitting like that for almost fifteen minute,pointer hovering over Add Class, hisdesignated selection time bleeding out, only fifteen more before the juniorsgets to start picking their classes too –

“I shouldn’t bother,” he says, toneless. “You have to applyfor it.”

She tucks into his side, laying her head on his shoulder. “Sodoes everyone else. You have just as good a chance as anyone.”

“You’re not doing it.”

She blinks, tilting her head up. “I’m not the one interestedin informatics.”

“It’ll be over my credit load,” he tries instead. “I’d need permissionfrom the dean –”

She tweaks his elbow, just hard enough to make him squirm. “Good thinghe’ll be your graduate advisor.”

It takes a bit for him to blush – or at least for her to see it – but there’s pink just under bronze on his ears, and that’s enough. “That’s not – that’sonly if Admissions all goes temporarily batshit and lets me in.”

His chest shakes, breath coming quick, and she slides her hand down,covering his. “You should do it,” she says, studiedly casual. “What’s the worstthat can happen? They say no?”

His breath steadies, but not easily. “Right. Yeah.”

The click is less than a second. “Fuck ‘em, right?”)

i don’t think i’ll tell him that

FINELAMEsuzus been done since yesterday bcuz hes a slackerwhen obi is done we should celebratelike unreal amts of booze celebrate

It’s – it’s not that her heart pounds, it’s just – quiet,now that the mixer is off. Everything is more – noticeable. Now that she – she’s –

She’s thinking about the last time they got drunk at Yuzuri’sbehest, looming over them as she poured more and more shots, tellingthem it’s a celebration, everyone has todrink –

– I don’t think you’dbe so hard to figure out, darlin’. Obi’s drawl is liquid in her memory,pouring over her like honey. Just have toknow where to touch –

uh sureI guess?

u guess?is there some sort of problem?

She thinks of Obi, chest heaving,slack-jawed, eyes wide – if I capsize inyour thighs, high tide – of what he’dlook like with swollen lips, panting down her body, spreading her legs –

Ugh. She shakes her head. Thewhole thing is just – just – a pop-up she can’t shake, an ad that keepsplaying over her day at odd intervals, only instead of it being for somethinglike experimental allergy medication or Cialis, it’s for Obi, like she suddenly needs to be reminded every few minutes thathe’s attractive and also experienced, like maybe she should consider –

no!everything is fine!

It will pass. It always does.

…whatever the ideas r percolating ill let u know what we decide but like def booze

This isn’t – it isn’t a problem. Everything is fine – very fine, the most fine.

All her papers are written, revised, and already sitting in drop-boxes, her only final is a multiple choice test about European History, most of which she learned just from living with Kiki for a year. If anything, she is set, living her best life –

“God.”

Her whole body flushes, toe-tip to hairline, and she’s so busy trying not to think of skin under her lips, of hearing that in an entirely new context, that she nearly misses the slam of the door.

Obi tilts a long-suffering look toward her as he leans against the wall, toeing his shoes into the tray. “I’m glad that’s fucking done.”

There isn’t a problem, because whatever this is, it’s just a phase. Something that will definitely pass.

It just never takes this long.

“Did your test go well?” she asks, clearing her throat, like it might expel the images her mind is supplying as he saunters around the corner, shirt already pulling up taut torso, sun-bronzed abs on display.

“Hope so,” he sighs, balling his T-shirt up in his hand. “Otherwise Lata’s going to give me a few more of these for putting off our action plan.”

It takes her a whole minute to realize what he’s pointing at, to see the thick silver sprawl of scars across his back and not the way his muscles ripple beneath the skin, the way his shoulder blades make his whole back look like an anatomy model.

She frowns. “Professor Forenzo would never –”

“I know, I know,” he says, waving a hand at her as he crosses into his room. “Gimme a minute, I gotta get out of these clothes. It’s killer out there.”

“Right,” she replies, faint, definitely not noticing the way his hands settle on his waistband, definitely not thinking about his skin shining with sweat –

She doesn’t have a problem, it’s just – just that she hasn’t figured out a way to get him back, to close out this prank so she can – can stop thinking about that stupid song, and capsizing on thighs and what it might feel like if he –

plans decidedwe gonna go C L U B B I N G

Shirayuki’s teeth grit down, her hands bracing against the counter. This is fine. They’ve gone before, a nice little place above a bar in downtown Wilant; it’d been all 80s songs and they’d all had a little more than they’d bargain for, and Obi –

– you’re a squeezing hips, neck-kissing girl, aren’t you, darlin’? –

Ah, maybe she…shouldn’t think about that. He didn’t even remember it in the morning.

“You all right, Doc?”

She jolts, watching Obi settle on the couch, bare feet kicked up on the coffee table, arms sprawled out over the back, remote in hand. Her hands tighten on the counter, trying to ground herself, trying not to have her knees go weak as she traces the delicate bones in his feet, the strain of his t-shirt over his biceps –

if obi gives u shit tell him its obligatorythis is the price of fucking friendship okay

“You might not want to get too c-comfortable,” she stammers, stacking cookies, trying to look like she’s doing something in the kitchen, and not just – ogling him. “Yuzuri says we need to go out and celebrate.”

His head turns toward her, just slightly. “Celebrate what?”

“Being done with, you know…school.” It sounds weak, even to her own ears, and the grunt that comes from him tells her he agrees.

“We’re all going to grad school,” he huffs out. “We’re not going to be done with school for the next decade, if Lata has anything to say about it.”

“Well, it’s the end of undergrad,” she presses, feeling flushed. “And the end of our thesis work –”

“And just what is this version of celebrating going to entail?” he asks with a sigh. “I already have my sweat pants on.”

I’ve noticed is not the right thing to say. Neither is dumbly standing there, thinking how good he makes them look. “Yuzuri says we’re going clubbing.”

“Oh, no,” he says, firm. “No. I don’t dance.”

“She wants me to tell you it’s a non-optional social convention.”

“Is that how she’s getting Suzu to go?”

“Probably.” Her shoulders twitch in a shrug. “You know how she feels about this sort of thing.”

His eyebrows lift. “That there’s no better way to celebrated scientific achievement than to get trashed and grind on strangers?”

“Yes.” Not quit how she would have put it. “That.”

His look turns incredulous. “And you went for that?”

“It’s what she wants to do,” Shirayuki insists, because – because it’s not like she cares. It’s not like she’s thinking about the way he was dancing with anyone who showed interest the last time, wondering if he might –“She’s been here longer. Maybe this is the best way to celebrate. When in Rome, you know?”

“That is the exactopposite of an attitude you should have in Florida. Never do what people inFlorida do.” He rolls his head along the back of the couch to give her a flatlook. “It’s like you’ve never seenthe internet.”

She returns itwith a look of equal flatness. “We made it so the Olin maris can be bred in captivity. We’ve saved an entire species.We can spend one night doing what Yuzuri wants to do.”

“Yuzuri wants toget sloppy drunk and see if she can get Suzu to breed in captivity.”

“And we should support that.” She sighs at his incredulous look, padding out to put the plate of cookies in front of him. “Besides, I’ve seen you dance. You seemed – fine.”

That is definitely a word. That she can use. Safely.

“We danced at a gala,” he protests, “I wore a suit. Youstepped on my feet. That is not this. This is – swampy club dancing. It’s acircle of hell, not an activity.”

She refrains from mentioning the other time; she doesn’t think he’d appreciate remembering just how good he dances drunk to Come On Eileen, no matter how impressive it was.

“I think you just need to get excited.” She’s too used to his stare to shrivel under it. “You know, uh – get pumped.”

“Are you evenplanning on drinking?”

She grimaces.“No.”

“That is such awaste, you can’t even drive.”

She frowns. “Ihave my license now.”

He gives her apointed look. “You can’t even drive.”

She stares at himfor what must be a full minute before it hits her, grin breaking out across her face. “I have just thething to get you in the mood.”

“Aw, c’mon,” hemoans as she pulls him upright. “I’ve got so many Cutthroat Kitchens to watch. On this one, theycook spaghetti and meatballs and someone takes some lady’s garlic.”

“Look, you alreadyknow what happens!” She grins at him. “So now you can do my thing instead.”

He grimaces when she pulls out her phone, when he sees her bring up her music library, pleading, “No, don’t –”

“Why do you build me up –”

“I’m honestly concerned,” he mumbles over the tinny piano. “Do you know what kind of music they play in clubs?”

“–Buttercup, baby–”

“This is to pump you up!” she tells him, trying to guide him into a bobbing two-step, one he follows with the enthusiasm of a man walking to the gallows. “Get your blood flowing!”

“Oh my god,” he sighs. “Of course. This is your pump up music. Motown.”

“It’s uplifting.”

“You listen to Angel of the Morning when you get up, don’t you?”

Her mouth pulls thin. “That’s not Motown –”

“That’s not a no.”

“See,” she tries instead, “you’re getting more lively already!”

There’s a flash of teeth behind his lips, but he hides it in his shoulder. “Whatever, the song is ending. How about you put on an actual club song?”

Her finger hovers over her screen.

“This decade.”

“Fine,” she sighs, scrolling past her collection of 80s music. “I can do that.”

“Uh-huh, I’m–”

“Shawty had those Apple Bottom Jeans, boots with the fur –”

He stares. “All right, I’m concerned you don’t know what year it is.”

“They still play this!” she insists, starting to bop to the beat. “It’s on plenty of club mixes.”

“All right,” he sighs, taking her hands. “This is physically painful, Doc. No one dances like that at a club.”

“Plenty of people do,” she insists, leaving out that most of her club experience is seeing them on CSI reruns. She’s got a feeling he already knows.

“Come here,” he guides her closer, until their hips are almost touching. “Let me just – show you. End the embarrassment.”

“I’m not –” Embarrassing gets swallowed along with her tongue, because his hand hooks over her hips, her own right beneath, guiding her into a slower swing that barely involves feet moving at all. He’s not – not touching her anywhere else, but he’s so close he might as well be, and she’s just – aware. Of all of him.

He smells nice.

“Oh is this – grinding?” she squeaks. “I’ve heard about that before –”

“No.” His voice is entirely too deep. “This would be grinding.”

His hands tug on her, yanking her forward until his knee is between her legs, until every shift on her body brings her right down on his thigh and –

Oh, that is – that’s not –

Okay, maybe this is a problem.

“Oh,” she breathes, jolting away, right back into the wall. That should be it, end of moment, but she – she doesn’t let go of his hands, and then he’s crashing into her, just catching himself on the wall, her hands still twined in his –

“Sorry.” He swallows; she’s so close she can hear it. She can see it too, and the way his eyes are all dark, mostly pupil with a thin rim of gold. His leg is still between hers, and her hands press up by her shoulder, and he’s just – so, so tall –

If he’d just bend down a little, maybe she could –

“Eep!” she yelps, pocket buzzing. “That’s just – I think Yuzuri –”

“Oh,” he breathes, pulling back. “Right. Her clubbing thing.”

r u guys gonna be ready soon?i wanna b drinking already

Obi’s already wandered away, back to the couch, and she –

i think our night is already spoken forobi wants to stay inbut let’s do breakfast tomorrow

boobut i get to pick the place

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RWBY Squiggle Scripts #002: A-Dork-You!

It’s been a long time since we’ve had some lighthearted fun in combat in RWBY. So I propose for a rematch between Team RWBY and Team JNPR. 

…Only this time, Oscar Pine has officially joined the revived team as their youngest member.

The designated battlefield is a snow-covered courtyard on the compound of Atlas Academy. The game: Snowball Wars!

This idea would be made even better if it was parodied after Captain America: Civil War where either opposing teams are lined up, squared off against each other. Then simultaneously all eight huntsman start advancing towards each other, slowly at first before building momentum and going into a full battle charge.

We can even have Oscar being the adolescent Peter Parker/ Spiderman of the group (because let’s just face it, he would totally be the Spidey boy in this) look to Jaune, their team leader, and be all like “…Umm Jaune, they’re not stopping.”

Only for Jaune to reply with a serious anime smirk “And neither are we”.

The two teams then clash and it’s a snowball war of epic proportions. I’ve been itching for a rematch between these two teams since the original Food Fight from V2. There needs to be a rematch snowball showdown if the group are heading towards Atlas.

I can totally see the CRWBY team doing something like this if possible especially if it’s a spoof of Civil War. I’m even picturing a cute Hawkeye and Black Widow moment between our young Rosebuds where Ruby and Oscar end up clashing at some point during the snowball fight.

Picture the two younglings sizing each other up, snowballs in hand, ready to aim. Picture Oscar looking at Ruby cheekily and saying humorously, “You wouldn’t hit a guy with two souls, right Rhubarb?”

Or…perhaps he’d imitate Black Widow and be all like, “We’re still totally best rosebuds, right?”

Smirking, Ruby imitates Hawkeye and boldly responds “Depends on how hard you hit me, pipsqueak.”

Or…perhaps Ruby’s response to Oscar goes like, “Duh. Rosebuds forever whatever, right?”

This remark makes Oscar smile. “Movie later?” he suggests.

“Sure,” Ruby complies, “but loser of this fight has to feed the other cookies and give them a foot massage.”

“Oooh bad idea Rhubarb. You’re going to regret those words later when I beat you.” Oscar says mischievously.

“Ahaha! You’ll have to catch me first, pipsqueak.” Ruby retorts playfully, bopping Oscar on the nose before speeding off using her semblance.

That’s the general idea. In the end, the snowball fight is declared a draw as the ruckus caused by the combating huntsmen alerted the attention of one of the adults on the Atlesian school grounds. For the sake of this example, let’s say the adult is Winter Schnee.

In a similar fashion to Glynda Goodwitch from in V2, Winter marches onto the courtyard scolding everyone (especially Weiss) and ceasing the battle before a victor could be crowned.

As a result, everyone is forced to retire inside. While their other team members decided to explore more of the Atlas school compound, Ruby and Oscar stayed behind in the common rooms to fulfill their promise to hang out together watching a movie. Since neither of their teams won the match, the two rosebuds decided to compromise on their earlier agreement. Oscar agreed to rub Ruby’s feet for her if she fed him cookies.

So imagine… Ruby and Oscar huddled together on the couch streaming a movie onto the TV via one of their Scrolls (probably an action-adventure or something cute as requested by Ruby).

Ruby is enjoying a nice warm foot massage courtesy of Oscar and his magical hands, every once in a while reaching over to pat his head and feed him as a chocolate chip cookie as tasty compensation for his services as her, quote, ‘Humble Masseur’ for the evening.

I can imagine that at this point in their friendship, Ruby and Oscar would’ve grown accustomed to each other’s company to the point where they’re absolutely comfortable around each other. So it feels natural and well-welcomed to spend time alone together doing stuff like enjoying a movie without the need for supervision. Not to mention that they’d also be contented to consent to making physical contact with one another without it becoming too inappropriate or weird.

Not to mention being close enough to crack cheeky jokes at the other’s expense without it coming across as offensive.

RWBY Squiggle Script #002: A-Dork-You! 

Picture…Ruby, while enjoying the massage, saying to Oscar sarcastically in a mock snooty accent while holding a glass of milk pretending it was the finest champagne in all of Remnant. “I can really get used to these foot massages. Mr. Pine, might I say that your hands are as magical as your powers. The legends about your mighty skill speak truth.”

Snorting, Oscar chuckles before responding in a fake Southern accent of his own. “Why thank you mighty kindly Ms. Rose,” the farm boy says mockingly, “and might I say too, that your toes are as prickly as the lovely flower you get your name from.”

He is rewarded with a pillow directly to the face as Ruby playfully clobbers him with one of the couch cushions. “You jerk! I give you a compliment and you insult my delicate toes,” Ruby giggled as Oscar burst into fits of laughter himself.

Oscar: I’m sorry I couldn’t resist. You’re just too fun to tease.

Ruby: Oh yeah? Well y’know what? For that, you’re not getting the last cookie.”

Oscar: What! No! Nooo! I want a last cookie. Please! I promise I’ll be a good little humble masseur and won’t insult your thorny toes anymore.

Ruby: Nuh uh! You’ve been bad so no more cookies for you. Deal with it.

Oscar: *pouting as he slumps onto the other side of the couch* Great I get no more cookies and now my hands smell like your feet.

Ruby sticks her tongue out at Oscar and gives him the raspberry.

Oscar: *rolling his eyes* Mature.

He then gets an idea and he smirks looking from his hands to Ruby. As if reading his mind, Ruby realizes what he’s thinking of doing and instinctively slinks back on her side of the couch.

Ruby: Don’t even think about it Oscar Pine!

Oscar: *smirk widens as he nudges closer to Ruby’s side of the couch* Oh whatever do you mean Ms. Rose?

Ruby: You’re thinking of smothering me with your stinky feet hands, aren’t you?

Oscar: I was just going to tickle you till you give me the cookies because I know your secret tickle spot but that sounds like a much better plan.

Ruby: …No! Bad Oscar! Very bad!

Oscar: *playful smile intensifies* Give me the last cookie. *inches closer to Ruby*

Ruby: Never! I’ll tell Ozpin on you.

Oscar: *scoffs* Really? That the best you got?

Ruby: Yeah that was kinda dumb. Wait! I’ll tell Uncle Qrow on you.

Oscar: I’ve seen the way your uncle runs even when he’s sober, I think I have the advantage or at least a five minute head start. Ten if I get him drunk.

Ruby: …Good point. Fine. I’ll tell Yang on you.

Oscar: ….Ooof. Worthy threat. But y’know what, I’ll risk it. I like living on the edge. Boy with two souls here, bring it! I yield for no wo-man not even one with a metallic arm. Wanna know why? Cause I’m a rebel!

Oscar and Ruby then eyeball each other for a while after his last remark. Then, simultaneously, they both snorted and keeled over in fits of raucous laughter.

Ruby: *through fits of giggles* You…are…such…a…DORK!

Oscar: …Yeaaaaah but that’s why you like me. I’m your dork, right? *finger guns Ruby making her laugh more*

Ruby: *still giggling* You’re a-DORK-able!

Oscar: A-DORK-able enough to get a cooookie? *props himself in front of Ruby looking her square in the face, giving her his best Oscar puppy dog eyes while wigging his butt like a dog wagging his tail*

Ruby: *stifles another laugh* You are soooooo lucky you’re cute Oscar.

Smiling, Ruby breaks piece of the last cookie, popping one half into her mouth while feeding the other half to Oscar. Like a puppy, Oscar happily accepts the cookie, taking it with his mouth before plopping his head onto Ruby’s empty lap. Still imitating a puppy, Oscar rolls over onto his back and makes himself more cozy on Ruby’s lap. He then nudged closer to her so that he was looking directly up at her face again. Smiling, the freckled farm boy then proceeds to poke Ruby in the cheek; still being playful.

Ever had that one friend who would annoy you but in an irresistibly cute way just to get your attention? And you can’t even get too mad at them because they’re so adorable. Imagine Oscar like that with Ruby.

Oscar: Hey…Hey Red…Hey Redberry. Hey Ruberry. Hey Ruby-roo-berry.

Ruby: Why are you like this? Stop…being…so…adorkable! What do you want now?

Oscar: Gimme tummy rubs!

Ruby: No.

Oscar: *pouting* No fair. I gave you foot massages. C’mon rub my belly pleeeeease! *pretends to whimper like a puppy*

Ruby: You’re as bad as Zwei. If I rub your belly, will you stop being such a dork?

Oscar: …Maaaybe

Groaning, Ruby rubs Oscar’s belly and the former farm boy purrs in content. Ruby couldn’t help but roll her eyes at how much of complete dork he was being. A cute dork. But a dork nonetheless.

Ruby: *sarcastically* Wow, your stomach is as flat as a board, my sir.  

Oscar: Hey! Don’t insult my rock hard abs, woman.

Ruby: *snorts* Rock hard abs? More like paper thin sheets.

Oscar: It’s a work in progress, thank you very much. Besides maybe you should work on your toes, thorn-bush.

Immediately Oscar regretted his last choice of words as Ruby started tickling his belly, making him laugh.

Ruby: *through tickling Oscar and his loud laughing while laughing herself* Or maybe you should try not insulting the hand of the person giving you belly rubs especially if they know you’re ticklish too!

Their amusement soon dissolved into a silence. Nothing awkward. Just a quiet contentment they’ve grown between themselves since the start of their friendship. It was a relaxed feeling that they both shared whenever they were alone together. As she looked down at his face, Ruby noticed a happy grin playing at Oscar’s lips as she absently smiled back up at her.

Ruby: What are you smiling about Mr. Rebel? Thinking of another adorkable way to bug me for favours?

Oscar: *chuckles softly* Nah. Not this time. I guess…I was just thinking about how much I’m really glad you’re my friend Rubes. You’ve been so nice to me and you’ve helped me grow so much. Sometimes I feel like I don’t really deserve a friend like you since you’re so great. I don’t know if you feel the same about me since I don’t think I’m all that great to begin with anyway. I guess, what I’m mostly trying to say is, thanks for being the best friend I could’ve wished for.

Oscar then looked away, a tiny blush playing at his cheeks at his last statement. For a moment, Ruby just stared at Oscar, stunned by his kind words. Her cheeks then flushed pink as she then beamed from cheek to cheek.

Ruby: Hey Oscar?

Oscar returned his gaze to look back up at Ruby. And as he did, Ruby put her two hands together, making a heart sign to Oscar’s face.

Ruby: *in a cutesy voice* I a-DORK you!

Now it was Oscar’s turn to stare back at Ruby in awe at her rather cute gesture. He then stifled a laugh before sheepishly bringing his hands up to covering his face, doing his best to hide the embarrassed blush and bright happy smile that threatened to take over face.

Oscar: *bashfully* Why are you…and you say I’m the adorkable one. You should…try looking at yourself in the mirror sometimes.

Shyly Oscar takes Ruby’s hand into his. He intertwines their fingers before bringing them together to form the same heart sign in response to Ruby’s. Timidly, Oscar flashed Ruby a warm smile.

Oscar: I a-DORK you too.

Ruby beamed. She then booped Oscar on the nose as the two shared another laugh before returning to their quiet cuddles on the couch; soon remembering that they were supposed to be watching a movie.

You can’t have a strong rose-budding RoseGarden friendship without our two smaller, more honest souls being adorable dorks with each other.

Especially Oscar. V4 hinted at Oscar having a somewhat joking and playful side to his personality so I’m hoping that a close friendship with Ruby would help bring out more of that side of him. I want the freckly farm boy to be as adorkable as I imagined him to be in this post.

I welcome any and all RG-friendship moments if it gives me these two being absolute cuties. Especially Oscar. We already know Ruby’s adorable. I now need to see more of Oscar being adorable too. He’s already got the face of a puppy. Let him be as cute as one and maybe one day act like one for funzies to score some cookies and/or tummy rubs/ head pats from Ruby.

Let these two be cute dorks with each other is what I’m saying.

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🎄Above Us (Peter Parker x Reader)🎄

[Christmas Special]

Summary: It was the (y/l/n) families annual Christmas Eve party and (y/n) was sick of seeing the same pompous people every year. What if someone knew came along? What happens when they look above them?

A/N: So, I thought this was pretty okay, definitely proud of the last scene ;)

Requested by: @angel-with-a-shotgun8 & anon 

Prompt: He chuckled awkwardly, pointing towards the mistletoe above them.

Warning: Pure fluff

Words: 1,630

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Various family members, friends and co-workers were spread out throughout the room, (y/n) spotting her mom deep in conversation with one of her uncles. It was her families annual Christmas Eve get together and (y/n) couldn’t help but feel finally at peace. After taking her finals for the last time, she had finally graduated high school. Leaning against the door frame, (y/n) closed her eyes, thinking about her future. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do so she hadn’t applied to any colleges. Currently, she holds a small internship with the business down the road from her apartment.

“Hello, (y/n)” Turning her head slightly to find a gangly guy her age standing proudly beside her. His smirk in no way entranced her and quite frankly his eyes looked at her like he was the predator and she was the prey. (Y/n) managed to stop the physical shudder that almost overtook her body. “Hey Jeffery, what’s up?” Jeffery was a family friend that her father insisted on inviting, probably hoping he and (y/n) would hit it off for more political connections. They’d known each other their whole lives and every year he tried to catch her under the mistletoe, however, (y/n) had mastered the art of avoidance. Realising she’s in a doorway, (y/n) glanced hurriedly up to check for the annoying plant. Seeing she was in the clear, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Jeffery was okay but he was also smug, rude and demanding; sometimes he didn’t take no for no.

“Nothing, just another year gone by without a kiss from you. Hopefully, I’ll see you under the mistletoe-” (y/n) completely blocked him out, looking around the room as she occasionally nodded like she was listening. Glancing at the entrance to her house, (y/n) spotted her mom greeting two people she definitely hadn’t met before and looked nothing like anyone here. Cutting Jeffery off with, “I’ll be right back. I have to greet some guests.”

As she walked away (y/n) heard him call after her, “maybe when you come back I can get that kiss, huh?” One of the new guests seems to hear, looking at Jeffery before following his eye-line to her. Their eyes connected and (y/n)’s breath was taken away at the sight of milk chocolate eyes watching her softly.

Finally arriving next to her mum, (y/n) interrupted the conversation her mom was having with a woman with similar features to the boy. “Mom, who are our new guests?”

“Oh, I almost forgot to introduce you! (Y/n) this is May and her nephew Peter, they just moved in next door! This is my daughter (y/n).”

Looking at the boy once again, (y/n) scanned him up and down as he did her, noticing his math-based shirt. Everyone here was dressed formally, dresses, heels and suit and ties. These two, however, came in jeans and shirts.

“It’s very nice to meet you (y/n)! I’m so sorry Glenda, I hadn’t realised this was such a formal event!”

“You too May, it’s honestly fine, you look beautiful!” May laughed softly before looking at her nephew, realising he was generally frozen.

“Hi...” Peter breathed finally after an elbow from his aunt. “Why don’t we let (y/n) introduce you to some of the other kids that are here?”

Peter only nodded as (y/n) smiled at him and grabbed his arm, linking it with her own. In no way was she ever shy, she didn’t have a chance to be when her dad was a politician and she constantly had to meet and greet all kinds of people.

“I promise I won’t forcibly introduce you to anyone, you can just stick with me.” Peter seemed to breathe out a sigh of relief. “T-thanks. May always forces me into weird situations…”

“I hope this one isn’t too weird for you! We’re going to be neighbours after all…” “N-no, it’s completely fine! You seem cool.” Peter glanced around seeing some people his age look at his clothes and physically cringe. He was definitely not going to fit in here.

(Y/n) giggled slightly before stopping in another doorway far away from Jeffery. Noticing the stares, she glared at them until they turned away. “Just ignore them, I love your math shirt. Some people just have sticks a little too far lodged up a certain somewhere, if you catch my drift.” Peter smiled softly, (y/n) returning the smile before she began pointing out people and who they were, how she knew them.

Peter stored them in his memory for later before he felt her physically tense at the last person. “And that-” (Y/n) gestured to a tall skinny boy with bright blonde hair and dark brown eyes, “Is Jeffery. Stay clear of mistletoes around him, he’ll take any opportunity.” Peter laughed lightly but his spider senses told him she was very uncomfortable around this Jeffery guy.

“Had experience with it?” Peter finally questioned after a short pause, noticing her tensing up. “N-no, I actually spend half of my time at these gatherings avoiding him… It’s terrible actually, but he doesn’t actually understand no, so…” Peter’s fists clenched, nobody should feel pressured into things like that. No means no, even a toddler understands it.

“Well, I promise I won’t force you into kissing me.” Both teenager’s eyes widened, making eye contact, Peters cheeks heating up. “I-I m-mean, if you wanted to- shit, I mean that if there w-was a mistletoe and you-” a laugh cut Peter off, his head snapping up to (y/n) as she looked at him in the eyes. “Peter, it’s fine. I won’t force you either.” When (y/n) looked around the party back to talking about certain people.

Peter tried to listen but he felt like a fool, spluttering to a pretty girl about kissing him. Throwing his head back in embarrassment when (y/n) wasn’t looking, Peter sent a quick prayer to whatever god was up there to not embarrass himself further. When Peter’s eyes opened, his eyes widened. No way could that be… “Shit.” He whispered quickly looking down and fiddling with his zipper. A blush graced his cheeks, as he attempted to act casual. ‘Please don’t look up, please don’t look up…’

“…Peter, are you okay?” (Y/n)’s hand came to rest on his shoulder, ducking her head slightly to catch his eyes. When his head raised, their faces were mere inches from each other. (Y/n) couldn’t help but admire the brown eyes, flecks of gold gracing them in some points.

Peter chuckled, “You’re not going to believe this…” (y/n) smiled, hearing him laugh, “what?” Both now facing each other, slowly Peter embarrassingly pointed upwards as (y/n) followed his hand and eventually to where his finger pointed. Peter kept looking at it, trying to figure out if this was a curse or a blessing, meanwhile (y/n)’s gaze came to rest on the curly haired boy.

“Peter…”

Hearing his name fall from her lips like a sweet song, Peter looked down at her; only just realising she was shorter than him. “May I kiss you? It is a tradition after all.” (Y/n) smiled, moving closer to him. Peter stumbled back slightly in shock, (y/n) took this as a no and quickly backed off with her smile dropping slightly. “No? That’s okay… completely fine.” She tried to keep the smile, but some part of her was disappointed. (Y/n) had always been around boys who were pompous and wanted her for only two things. They dressed and sounded like their fathers, looking down on people who were…. Well like Peter.

Peter was different and she liked it. “N-no, I’d love to!” Peters' voice was suddenly very loud as he snapped out of his shock. His loud tone grabbed the attention of everyone in the vicinity. (Y/n) laughed to the point she thought she was getting an ab work out. Wanting to be away from prying eyes, (y/n) smirked devilishly at Peter, receiving a shy smile in return, and grabbed his hand. Pulling him through the doorway they were standing at, Peter quickly realised his apartment was much smaller than hers and there were a lot more people here than (y/n) had pointed out.

Weaving their way through the crowd, (y/n) would occasionally look back and smile at him as he began to smile wider. Looking down at their hands, interlaced with her smaller hand gripping his tightly like a lifeline, Peter discovered he liked the feeling.

Finally exiting the crowd, (y/n) pulled Peter down a secluded hallway and stopped in a small crevasse seemingly designed for private moments. Releasing his hand, (y/n) backed herself against the wall, Peter slowly following as if hypnotised by her actions. Leaning against the wall, (y/n) smiled lightly as Peter continued forward before stopping as they stood chest to chest. Both teenager’s breaths mingling, hearts beating quickly. Slowly (y/n)’s hand reached forward and interlaced their hands once again and leaned upwards. Peter watched as her eyes closed waiting for him to kiss her and he did.

Leaning down, his other hand raised to cup her cheek before lightly kissing her lips. (Y/n)’s other hand came to rest on Peter’s chest, slightly pulling on his shirt to pull him forward and into her. (Y/n) trapped herself between the wall and Peter as she leant up once again to capture his lips on her own. His velvet lips met her own with a tenderness she’d never known before. As the kiss continued, Peter seemed to become more comfortable as he pulled himself closer to her, the distance still too far for him. The passion grew as (y/n) became hungrier for his touch.

Pulling her hand from his, (y/n)’s hand flew to behind his head and pulled him in further if possible. Peter’s hands reacting on instinct and moving to her waist, again trying to reduce distance but it was never enough.

Needing to take a breath, (y/n) and Peter separated but neither opened their eyes, savouring the moment. “(Y/N)! Has anyone seen (y/n)?” The squeaky voice of Jeffery vibrated through the halls. (Y/n) began laughing, hiding her face in Peters' chest. Peter’s smile became so large as he lightly put his arms around her, he was worried his cheeks would split.

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Chapter 31

Oh, look, another climax.

I didn't really have a lot of references of All Might being mad – this is a different kind of anger than the one he feels towards All for One. As much as he wants to, he can't punch Silence.

Best Jeanist would probably be Mama Mode's top pic whose sperm could benefit her company. Crimson Riot (if his hardening properties could be instilled into clothes), Edgeshot (could be used to weave materials together), Four Arms (more hands to make outfits with), Kesagiriman (make orders faster), Hair Pluck (again if his quirk could be applied to clothes), Ragdoll (knowing someone's weak points is handy when creating support gear for them), Ryukyu (again if her durability quirk would be passed onto her children in a way to benefit the company), Sir Nighteye (future predicting and smarts to see if a design will work or create better ones if not), and Tiger (again, if their quirk could be sown into clothes). She doesn't discriminate by gender – DNA is DNA.

Mama Mode would also probably look into the UA students as potential DNA donors once they become licensed. The age of consent in Japan is 14, but she would still want them to be pro heroes first.

Mt. Lady and All Might are good picks too, to Silence, because they're famous heroes. Endeavor was a possibility for the same reason. They would bring more limelight to her company so she would be happy with that as well.

Midnight's quirk would actually be a good fit for Mode's. Their children could influence anyone to do anything, really – essentially brainwashing through arousal. Silence would be okay with that I think. She could attract more clients that way.

Mama Mode hates how her daughter is seen out in public being intimate with different people. The media sometimes paints her daughter as a slut and she spends a lot of time and money paying off people to keep their silence. Or she just threatens them into it, having more than enough money and power to do so. These responsibilities make her like her second daughter less. If only Pe's quirk wasn't a secret, her mother wouldn't have to go through all this. Oh well.

Mode kisses the same wrist here that she had sown the two red lines onto before on his uniform. It's another thing he remembers when he feels or sees said wrist.

Chapter 32

I'm actually animating the 'we're not' scene from this currently. I'll post it sooner than later.

The main Mode estate is outside metropolitan Tokyo since it's such a huge mansion. It's in Okutama so only about 2 hours away from the city. The family often enjoys the lake, hiking trails, caves, and hot springs there. The house is usually empty, the family working all the time at their skyscraper office building. When All Might eventually visits Pe at her home, the couple dress up in disguise and do all the touristy things nearby. They also just hang out at the house and go swimming in the large Mode swimming pool. He wears his red-striped outfit – Mode doesn't wear anything because she wants to tan evenly. They once thought they were alone and starting getting hot and heavy by said pool when Che popped up out of nowhere and commented on the size of All Might's penis. He was so embarrassed about it. Mode just got mad at her sister.

Toshinori is a bit unconventional in that he's very open and honest about how he feels about Mode and tells her once he gains enough courage. The Japanese believe more in the notion that actions speak louder than words. Mode is more traditional in this way so no wonder All Might doesn't know how she feels about him at this point, although it may be very obvious to other people. He still can't read her actions enough to be sure nor has she ever told him.

I like his smile here, too (the one at the very end of the chapter) – a true shit-eating grin in his true form.

Chapter 33

Awkward All Might sighting when he can't just stroll in and see Silence.

Che really loves and cares for her family too though it's hard to tell by just her words. In this rare instance, she actually states how she feels.

Silence feels the need to keep her family close so she brought Pe to the office even though she's still sick. I originally had Silence putting her back to work and actually seeing Eraser Head for an appointment when All Might asks for permission to ask her out, but I changed it and moved that to later at the school. Shota noticed she was acting weird in that cut scene instead.

Silence often makes clothes for her daughters, especially Pe, because she feels her middle daughter is too stupid to put together correct outfits that fit the company image.

Mama Mode is fully aware her daughter is not healthy enough for sex but she doesn't care. If Pe couldn't have sex with All Might that night, Mode's quirk would probably ensnare the hero and ensure kids in the future anyway. Silence encourages her to use it on him while making her clothes for their date. She knows how to use her daughter's quirk to her advantage.

I love the mischievous smirk All Might wears when he's teasing her in the elevator. He finally gets the answer as to why she can't look at him too long when he's in his hero form – she gets too flustered! How the tables have turned!

Mode is one of the few people that was surprised by his hero form, instead of the other way around. Yagi is very thankful they met when he was in his true form; if they had met in his muscle-form, I don't know if they would have worked out or she might have been disappointed that he actually is his skinny form the majority of the time like most people are.

They both go back to the beach in the future and have dates in disguise. They often hang out with Izuku there. Maybe with Midoriya and his mother, too. I like to think they all get along well.

They sit on the same bench as the promotional pictures (and of one of the anime openings) of Midoriya and All Might sitting together.

Yagi also introduced Izuku's name in the wrong order. Oh well. Whatever.

Pe only mentions their mentor/pupil relationship the next day when she assumes the three of them are alone.

Holy shit is Mode turned on when he starts kissing her neck in the park. After, that is some of the hottest foreplay they ever indulge in – both look back at that session fondly. I really wanted to emphasize how lustful they felt during this part of the chapter. They sure stripped hard and fast. Too bad they couldn't fuck vaginally due to her injuries. Probably would've been the best sex they ever had. Oh well. Opportunity lost.

I think the biggest thing that changes, from what I've observed, is All Might's face, pecs, glutes, arms, legs, and abs. His hands don't change much, nor do his feet. Apparently not his penis either.

Not that anyone cares but Yagi is 5 inches flaccid, 8 erect. That's why he's holding up 3 fingers in a lot of his promotional art – 3 inches of growth. He looks good showing but he's actually a grower. Mode's boobs are a modest C cup – still big for a Japanese woman though. More than a handful for Toshinori to grab.

Her quirk almost has a threatening edge to it now, if she uses it too strongly. It'll take her a while to learn to control it again. A perk of it is that anyone she uses it on would orgasm a hell of a lot stronger than normal.

Urinating is going to be hard for Pe to do for the rest of her life due to her injuries. She cries sometimes when she can't do it well or when it hurts too much.

All Might drinks a lot of water since he's losing blood all the time. There's also a lot of scenes in the anime with him with water bottles so I wanted to incorporate that as well. Water, as a symbol, is used in both the show and my story as comfort or encouragement. It's very metaphorical.

Her father certainly tried when he gave her all those gifts but Raiden isn't fluent in what his daughter actually likes. At least Toshinori ate the sweets.

Mode's scars never fade completely, just like Yagi’s.

I think they would have made amazing parents – despite how much of a fool All Might is and how often he messes up, he's a great father figure to Midoriya and the other students. They do make a great aunt and uncle though to De and Che's children. They spoil them often, take interests in their hobbies, and act as confidants or a place to stay if need be. I think they would try for children for many years but finally accept it wasn't going to happen. Mode would probably have to have to most of her reproductive system taken out, except for her birth canal, for health reasons. Thankfully they can still have an active sex life.

Yagi would eventually tell her about the secret to One for All and about Nana – she can tell how much he loved her and misses her. With her encouragement, they would go visit her grave and visit her as often as he wanted. They would also maintain it – Pe would continue this after Toshinori wasn't around anymore.

I think, that when the Symbol of Peace dies, there'll be a big celebration of his life and accomplishments and an elaborate memorial set up for him. I don't think he would actually be buried there though – I think his ashes would rest with his parents at the Yagi family grave. Midoriya and Pe would go visit and speak to him there. Mode would be obviously be grieving hard after he passes away. Thankfully, by that time, she'll have lots of family and friends to help support her. Aizawa would probably stay with her immediately after to take care of her and be a shoulder to cry on. I could see them living together for the rest of her years – I think she would finally realize how much she loved him and fall in love with him during that time, but in a very different way than with Yagi. All Might will always be her one, but she'll love Shota with all her heart, too. He'll finally admit to her that he's loved her for a long time, also. She'll be buried in the Yagi family grave, too, in the spot reserved for Blondie's wife. Izuku would maintain both this one and Shimura's grave and would often go and catch up All Might and Mode on the details of his life.

I wrote about 90% of Beef Jerky's words originally in Japanese. I feel Beef Steak's camp comes across a lot better in English while his emotional side is better expressed in Japanese. Sadly, translating Small Might's words for this story lost some of who he is. Not sure how to correct this though.

Anyway – When Toshinori had been arguing with Silence, he didn't use the common verb of 大好きだ (dai suki) which would be like 'I like/really like/love your daughter.” He uses 愛してる(ai shiteru) which is like ‘I'm in love with your daughter and want to be with her for the long haul.’ It comes across very strong, but when has All Might not been dramatic? When he says it to Mode directly in this chapter, he uses 愛してます (ai shitemasu) – it's usually only used for spontaneous love confessions in Japanese dramas or if you're about to propose to someone. I imagine he heard it in a J-drama and thought that was the appropriate way to confess your love for someone. He's an idiot.

Here's a great article about it - https://nihongoshark.com/how-to-say-i-love-you-in-japanese/

She's very confused at this point. It scares Pe that she might be in love with him, too.

Chapter 34 

Mode doesn't have a phone for this last day of the story – that would have made it go smoother if she had.

I love it when Shota teases her.

He thought All Might took way too long to ask her out but he wasn't surprised when he heard the news that they had been spotted together. Aizawa personally thought it was a risky and stupid move to make in public. He had had his suspicion that Mode had been seeing a blond man for several months now. Mode usually told him who her lovers were but didn't tell him this time and he kept finding long blond hairs in her apartment when he would visit. He never figured out it was Toshinori though.

Aizawa knows her well enough to tell if she's lying but not why.

I bet even Bakugo let Mode touch his hands. Shota is Pe's little spoon but he really likes carrying her, too.

Found out recently that Power Loader is the one who works on the student uniforms and that Cenmentoss teaches Class 1-A during 4th period. Opps! Guess I can't get all the details right. Oh well. Whatever!

All Might is secretly glad that there is finally a picture of them together, even if they were just in the background.

Toshinori is such a dork, referring to when Mode is using the copier – he's a very smitten kitty by this point. I like how he still petted her hair after she warned him not to.

I'm so happy I could finally write a scene with Midoriya! Poor poor poor Izuku though – being so sexually frustrated all morning.

Pe is stating, while explaining the contract, that she doesn't think she'll be around to help the young hero in the future, although she wants to. Its subtle though, so much so that the two guys don't pick up on it.

It looks like Hatsumei Mei does a lot of Izuku's support in the manga – so I guess the Mode company can hire her for that while Silence and the 3 sisters more so do outfit and casual clothing design for him. Raiden can help with formal wear and jewelry for Midoriya in the future.

I tried to emphasize that Mode was not used to not being able to see, All Might having to adjust where she was extending the paperwork and telling her about the condom. It was my attempt at humor.

I would love to draw Yagi's surprised face when he hears Mode is passionate about his dream.

I was floored when I re-saw the scene when Izuku is at Gran Torino's and his outfit had been modified. It sounded just like Che! So I added that in.

I want to draw the smile All Might wears when he's looking back at them from the corner of the room, too.

Mode rambles just like Yagi and Midoriya do.

Pe knows her quirk is fucked up – she denies it when he asks her about it.

Silence was on the line with the rehab center in America when Toshinori called her.

Chapter 35

Chapter 34 & 35 were originally one chapter but two friends advised I split it up. I'm happy I did; originally it was almost 20 pages in my word processor.

I'm so happy I got to write more Yamada – I really do like him, too. He has interesting eyes.

Apparently Shota can't steal all quirks, just some. He can steal away the emitter part of hers but not the mutant part. I'm guessing he can't tell it's a hybrid.

Oh gosh – I love the forcing a moan scene with Aizawa and Mode here. It hot. I want to draw some of his shit-eating smirks during it, too.

I added the whole Recovery Girl is related to Mode during the final drafts, but she realizes All Might is the one who Mode was talking about in their phone conversation that morning when he informs her about their relationship. Chiyo also knows how much Pe keeps to herself so she's not surprised that All Might doesn't know the full extent of her injuries.

Thankfully Mode never needs an transplant – but she does do dialysis once a week. All Might tries to go with her and keep her company when he can. She doesn't have to go into isolation either – I'm still not sure how long she's going to stay at the facility yet (for sure after All Might loses his powers). I think I'll see how the anime plays out, but I do know they'll reunite for sure sometime in the future.

Mode feels a lot of guilt about surviving her time with Eight. I can't describe her feelings better than that currently.

Although her family cares for her (kinda), the Modes and Izanagi have a hard time relating to Mode. Her emotional needs aren't met by them at all.

After All Might asked her if she wanted to talk about it, Pe fell in love with him.

I put her flashbacks into a long string of paragraphs to stress its disjointedness. She was obviously speaking with Shuzenji for the first phone call. Again, calling someone by their first name in Japanese could be imply a very intimate connection to them.

Since I don't have a lot of info on some of the heroes that are her clients, I had to take guesses about how they would be sexual with Mode. Cenmentoss likes round things so he's obviously a boob man. I'm not sure how it would work with Thirteen.

Eight hurt the part of her brain that controls inhibitions – she knew she might not ever see her clients again so she translated that wanting into her actions, thus being sexual with them as a need for a connection before she left for America.

All Might's age is unknown but I know he's older than Aizawa, Yamada, and most of the other teachers. Someone had a head cannon that his age is 52 – that would make him about 20 years older than Mode and about the same age as her father.

I originally had her draw pictures of their future kids instead but I thought that might be kinda weird/creepy so I changed it.

I don't know the exact details about Sir Nighteye's prediction because I haven't actually read the manga up to that point, but I think the only reason All Might lived was because he was encouraged to do so and decided to continue living? Anyway, at this point, he thought he was going to die soon. He translates his want to be close to her into intimate sexuality, kissing her and stroking himself with her hand. This is such an important moment in their relationship so I hope I portrayed his despair well. She picks up on it and feels the same emotion. They get as close as they can under the circumstances and become one for a few precious moments.

Before I made Recovery Girl into Pe's aunt, she was checking out Mode's body at the same time All Might was. He mentally commented that he had forgotten her quirk works on women, too – even old ones.

Pe uses one of the Japanese love quotes mentioned here - https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DRaT-oLUMAAzoon.jpg

The story ended on a lot happier note than I originally planned but I think I’m okay with bittersweet for this one. The sunrise is coming in from the window when All Might is about to leave – to her, he's covered in shadows, hiding his fake smile and covering up his true feelings of hopelessness inside. From his point of view, she's covered in sunlight, revealing a happy smile and mimicking the hope she feels inside.

After he jumps away, the song Heroes by BriantheSun starts playing, the credits beginning to roll across the screen right after, appearing in black with white text like episode 13.5 of the anime. If I draw enough pictures, I'll make this video myself.

It ends with yet another door.  

This is all there is for now, besides maybe some future drabbles or pictures in the future. I'm honestly waiting to see how the show plays out before I post a chapter 36.

Anyway - I want to thank Kohei Hirokoshi for writing a series that inspired me and brought me back to writing after years of not being able to but wanting to; writing is one of my passions in life. And I want to thank All Might for being a Symbol of Peace and hope for me, too. Doors has also brought back another passion of mine, which is drawing, so I'm so happy about that as well. I'm hoping this is a gateway to writing and publishing my original works and achieving my goals in life.

Lastly, I want to thank you, my dear reader, for sticking with me through it all and I hope you enjoyed my story. Feel free to use the 'ask' button if you have any questions. I'd be willing to answer questions as any of my or the MHA characters, too. If not, your time, likes, and follows are greatly appreciated. Later!

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Before we go any further, however, I feel it’s only fair to level with you:

There’s a rather embarrassing story I need to share before we dive into this new workout method for your abs today.

You’ll understand why this almost got edited from this letter in a few minutes, so brace yourself and keep reading.

You’ll see why my embarrassing little episode is so important to YOUR WORKOUT success in just a few minutes… deal?

Hi, I’m Brian Klepacki

Inside this eye-opening special report is the SECRET KEY to helping you get a flat, defined belly–and why complicated and boring diets are NOT the best way to a flat, washboard stomach (and what you need to focus on instead to guarantee success).

Today, I’m a Certified Strength Coach and owner of a Strength and Conditioning business in Florida.

I have a Masters in Exercise Science with a Concentration of Strength and Conditioning. Certified in Functional Movement and I’m a Certified Strength & Conditioning Specialist.

I know how important it is to sift through fact and fiction to uncover the truth about human performance.

You know, a lot of folks think my biggest breakthroughs come about because of the athletes I’ve trained.

They say, “sure, you can get great results when you’re training Olympic medalists, Pan Am games medalists, pro basketball players, baseball stars…

“… and stars of football, hockey, collegiate lacrosse, soccer and swimming” and so you’d expect these guys to get great results.

Yet the truth will surprise you!

My biggest success – the success I’m most proud of – was from a normal guy I coached, named Mac.

I remember when I first met Mac back in July 2012.

I recall it was a hot summer and it was all you could do to wear shorts and a T-shirt to keep cool. It was HOT!

I was just finishing up training one of my athlete clients in my studio gym and in walks this older guy in running shorts.

He was slim and he was clearly athletic… but right away I could tell he had a problem with his knee as he was nursing a limp.

It looked bad and alarm bells started ringing in my head about whether he was already past the point of no return.

Now Mac, it turns out, was a runner. He was 50 and held a desk job which had him sitting for most of his day.

But despite his activity every day he was in pain.

He was trying to live with chronic back and knee pain.

Now, the story you’re about to hear is pretty bad in places. But this was the experience that led Mac from being in pain all the time to a state of being pain free and stronger and fitter than ever.

And I think you want that, too.

You see when I sat Mac down to talk with him, he was almost in tears. Earlier that day, he’d see his physician who gave him a shocking diagnosis.

He had a herniated disc which was causing him pain.

He had tried to craft a six-pack and build much-needed core strength. Sensible, right?

But the more effort he put in, the more crunches he did… the worse the results were.

So he spent MORE time doing crunches and MORE reps. And still it didn’t show.

All the while, his back pain worsened. Then his knee started aching. And that ache turned into a chronic pain.

Until, finally, he couldn’t even work out anymore.

When he heard from his doctor his spine was damaged it was a wake-up call.

This is how the doctor explained it. Imagine your spinal discs – the discs which sit on top of each other to form your spine – were jelly doughnuts.

These discs are made up of two parts, the nucleus pulposus – or the jelly center – and the outer, protective layer, the annulus fibrosis. Both parts help the disc move.

Now, because Mac was doing so many crunches, it was putting direct pressure on the discs at the point of his back where the crunches flex the spine.

Through wear and tear, it had caused the outer layer of the doughnut to wear away and the jelly – or nucleus pulposa – was being pushed through. You could see the jelly trying to make an escape.

And that’s painful.

It took this shocking “wake-up call” to push Mac to seek help. Now – having heard of the success I had with the athletes I coach �� he was at my door.

Just think about that for a moment.

His goal of trying to get rock solid abs to build a strong core left him unable to workout.

He told me it felt like the ground fell from under him.

It already ate away at him every time he looked in the mirror and saw how little his effort was paying off.

Then when the pain became too much… well, he felt he was being kicked when he was down.

“What more could I do?” he asked me, almost in tears.

It was at that instant when Mac came to see me and told me his story, that I drew a line in the sand. I decided to help Mac change his life.

Now, here’s the embarrassing part. Until then, I’d only helped pro athletes and coached elites. My approach to training wasn’t available to the normal folks who really needed my help.

Never again would I allow guys like Mac to suffer unnecessarily, through no fault of their own.

I promised myself I’d bring together all my expertise and experience over my years as a strength and conditioning coach to help ordinary girls and guys escape the tyranny of dangerous training advice.

On that day, I made a promise to create a program designed for people like Mac and yourself to help you build the strong, athletic body and the iron core you want without sacrificing your health and wellbeing.

And thanks to that turning point, I uncovered THE blueprint for perfect abs. And it’s one that works for just about anyone – Pro athlete or amateur

Today, I’m going to share it with you, and save you the endless hassle and years of effort it took me to hone this blueprint… so keep reading.

Keep in mind that, even though I’m a Certified Strength and Conditioning Specialist working with pro-athletes from multiple disciplines, it’s my experience working with and helping folks like you get incredible results faster than you can imagine that really matters.

I just happened to figure out a really simple, step-by-step formula designed for the average person to see massive results when it comes to developing their abs in just 60 days.

This is a system that allows real people to:

Breathe better, stand taller and enjoy better health and more vitality, every waking hour.

Finally develop a stable, strong, armor-plated core to protect your posture and give you explosive power.

Finally, sculpt chiseled beach body abs built properly from inside out that turn heads wherever you go

This is the system I’ve used to give everyone from pro athletes to everyday athletes the strong core they deserve.

So know for a fact that, by using this formula, you’ll be receiving the exact same value as my top elite clients – who I charge $1,000 a day – at a fraction of the cost.

I’ll share all the specifics with you in just a moment, but first…

I feel compelled to be honest with you, and let you know about the real and serious problem you face right now.

This is the foe – “hidden in plain sight” – behind why you’re not getting the results you’ve always wanted.

And this is why a weak core, no definition and a serious threat of debilitating pain is not your fault. Although, after you read this, you know it now becomes your responsibility to take action.

The sad fact is that for years you’ve been misled by “experts” giving outdated advice on how to build your six-pack.

Many of their lies are THE REASON you’ve been let down in the past.

You may have heard, or perhaps even believed at one point, that doing crunches is the ONLY way to get the abs you want.

I can’t believe some coaches or online writers are STILL advocating crunches!

Please, if you have ever believed this, stop right now! I’ll explain why in just a moment…

Just know this: countless other smart guys and girls have fallen – and are still falling – victim to the HUGE “crunches” myth, yet you need to lay it aside right now.

If you don’t, you’ll cause serious – possibly irreversible – damage to your spine.

You’ll end up with chronic pain in your back, neck and knees.

And, you may even end up losing muscle, losing fitness and gaining weight as your body fights against poor posture and being out of alignment.

Listen: this isn’t what I want for you. And I know it’s not what you want for yourself.

The struggle you’ve been experiencing is directly due to this, which is why it’s not your fault.

However, it’s now your responsibility, wouldn’t you agree?

Please don’t blame yourself.

Blame the personal trainers and coaches still pushing outdated training techniques… DECADES after top strength coaches abandoned crunches.

The “crunch” has been an exercise staple since the 1940s. The exercise recommended by late night TV commercials, magazines and wannabe fitness gurus at the gym.

But REAL fitness experts threw crunches as a serious exercise into the trash can YEARS ago, knowing the dangers and how ineffective they are.

Not that it’s stopped all the misinformation spread by sports writers, churning out the same old advice from outdated sources.

And now anyone with a six-pack and Youtube account can claim to be an “expert” and hand out inaccurate, potentially damaging advice.

It’s enough to confuse the smartest person alive… and it confused ME for years. Until I learned the truth from trained professionals.

But place a lot of the blame with sleazy “quick fix” online programs who rely on making bold, baseless claims.

Let me reveal to you the truth about crunches from real experts.

Stuart McGill, professor of spine biomechanics at the University of Waterloo in Canada has conducted dozens of studies replicating the movement of the spine when doing crunches.

After replicating the flexing of the human spine, he examined the discs and found they had been squeezed to the point where they bulged.

This is the reason crunches press on back nerves causing back pain, and can even cause a herniated disc.

(Remember our jelly doughnut…)

The fact of the matter is you should NEVER do crunches or sit-ups. And here’s why:

1) Crunches causes lower back stress.

A 1995 study found sit-ups placed over 3,000N of force on the lower spine, which could cause herniated discs. Imagine willingly applying that force on any other part of your body through exercise? You wouldn’t.

If you fall for the crunch myth, you will end up in pain, either in your back, neck or elsewhere.

2) Your spine has a shelf life. Crunches age your spine.

You only have so many flexions in your spine before it starts to deteriorate. You can’t repair it. You can’t change it. That’s how it is. The more you flex your spine, the more you age your spine.

That’s fact. So why would you actively try to flex your spine at its most vulnerable point causing it to age faster and further?

3) Crunches don’t aid good posture; they reinforce bad posture.

Think about it: what is a crunch?

You’re just replicating the bent over movement you make when you’re sat at a desk or slumped in a seat.

4) Because you’re doing crunches, you’re not PROPERLY working your core.

You’re becoming weaker, less powerful, and more susceptible to problems.

You see, crunches aren’t functional. They don’t replicate ANY natural movement our bodies were designed for. Our bodies thrive on exercises in alignment with their function.

Crunching isn’t a natural movement. It actively opposes the purpose of the spine and works against it. We are meant to be upright and be able to bend, twist, reach and extend.

5) And here’s the worst part… crunches DON’T work.

Yes, you feel the burn. But it’s a fake burn – it feels good, but does it actually deliver results? No.

Crunches miss your core muscles. The narrow range of exercise does nothing to strengthen your deep abdominal muscles, your transversus abdominis, or your obliques. Crunches ONLY work your rectus abdominis close to your skin.

So the abs you DO end up with tell a lie. They don’t represent strength. They don’t represent inner power. Your core is no stronger for these “cosmetic” abs. In fact, they put your midsection out of balance and increase the risk of injury.

What if I told you that creating these “superficial” abs actually takes more, time more energy and wastes MUCH more effort? It’s many times EASIER to build chiseled abs the right way.

Now you’re aware of the myths and lies. You can see how they’ve crippled your ability to gain the six-pack you’ve wanted for years.

It’s time to dig in and rise above the lies using these three tips I have for you today.

Without these tips, your road to a perfect, powerful six-pack will be a rocky one. Yet using these simple strategies, you’ll reach your goal of chiseled abs in no time.

And by far the most IMPORTANT tip is showing you how to “reset” your core so you can build your new washboard abs on strong foundations.

I’ll go into the specifics of my “reset” tip in just a second, so by all means, keep reading.

The first thing I have to WARN you is to avoid isolation exercises.

I used to believe isolation exercises were actually essential when it came to your core! Now I know better, and so do you…

Here’s what will happen if you carry on using isolation exercises as part of your core workout:

Your body is designed to work as a unit. Individual muscles aren’t meant to be worked in isolation. When you work one area without working surrounding muscles, it causes an imbalance. Strong muscles in one area can overpower weak muscles, offering a false sense of security and risking serious injury.

Here’s the secret: only by fully engaging your core in every plane can you fire up all the muscles in the midsection, front, side, and rear to bring balance to your body. When you do this, you’ll properly work the deep muscles of the core.

So here’s what you do instead: powerful functional exercises that work your core across three planes of motion. Your core needs to be worked in 3D.

By just doing functional rather than isolation movements as part of your workout you’ll see more impressive gains in far, far less time.

Just picture it:

People will look at you in amazement when you develop rock-hard, chiseled abs without doing a single crunch or wasting hours eeking out marginal gains. With functional movements as part of a complete workout program, everything works in harmony to burn fat, increase energy and build muscle through the core.

That’s not all: you’ll also shave hours and days off the amount of time you need to train your core.

The benefits of this simple tip continue to surprise me, and it continues to astound all the athletes I’ve taught it to

Well, listen to this one.

Would it surprise you to discover you can actually enjoy the foods you REALLY want to eat when building chiseled abs?

Most people believe you have to haul yourself through the process of complicated and boring diets, but I would rather see you eat foods you enjoy and STICK to a long-term program.

Enjoying your abs diet starts here: simply forget about calorie restriction – this only results in weight loss, NOT fat loss, which is where you want to put your focus.

You also need to train your body to use fat as an energy source and taking steps to improve your gut health will flip the switch on improving your rate of fat loss.

Just picture it:

People will be STUNNED when they see you efficiently sculpting a set of abs your buddies will be jealous of when they’re still dieting and missing out!

Enjoying the journey is the key to staying on the path, and this simple nutrition strategy will get you there fast!

And, it’s about to get even better, because now I’ll be sharing my most VITAL tip when it comes to killer abs.

The other tips I just gave you were great, but without applying THIS tip to the rest? Forget about succeeding in your goals.

This simple tip is the center of the Perfect Abs Equation: hitting the “reset” button on your core strength.

It’s the tactic behind ALL success in developing a rock-solid six-pack because it allows you to build your core on solid foundations, working every muscle effectively for a balanced midsection that properly supports your body.

This is my patented Two Phase Principle, used successfully by virtually every six-pack celebrity or athlete, even if they don’t know it!

Here’s what you do: you break down your eight week plan into two distinct phases of training, each designed for a specific purpose.

This is the bedrock foundation of my entire strategy. It’s one that will give you a lifetime of power and strength in your core that makes sculpting chiseled abs easier than you could ever imagine.

Just imagine what your life will feel like when you MASTER this Two Phase process!

You’ll forever leave behind the frustrations you’ve no-doubt experienced when it comes to working your abs. All those frustrations end TODAY.

And this is happening in your life simply because you NOW know this formula.

It’s the little-known success strategy enjoyed by the elite… and now it’s your turn!

Okay, that was a TON of valuable information. You may be feeling a bit unsure of where and how to get started and that’s fine.

All this means is that you have two simple choices to make, right now:

Choice 1: You can take all the tips and info I just gave you and try to put the puzzle pieces together on your own, without help.

You never know! You may eventually put the pieces of the puzzle together on your own, but it will take a lot longer and there’s no guarantee you’ll make it.

Or, there’s the smarter choice. The one savvy men and women take to speed up their progress towards owning a washboard stomach.

This is the quickest, fastest, and smartest way possible to stunning abs without doing a single, dangerous crunch.

Look… there’s no reason to try this on your own – I’ve already done all the work for you, right?

There’s no need to scratch your head in frustration, guessing your way to “halfway there”, because I’ve already created the ideal system for you.

It’s a system I’ve perfected and tested for years on countless thousands of men and women like you.

Here’s what the vast majority decide to do – it’s called:

The safest, most effective way to sculpt chiseled abs and develop an iron core in just 60 days without screwing up your spine.

My results-focused, step-by-step program guarantees you finally get the abs you want…even if:

You have limited time in your day to focus on building rock solid abs… in fact, by doing this functional program you’ll get a complete workout.

You don’t know the first thing about core exercises and they’ve never been part of your workout. I explain every single exercise in detail with follow-along videos designed to guarantee you hit perfect form right away.

You think you’re light years away from getting abs. Look… every journey starts with a single step. This program breaks down the journey into simple, digestible chunks. Start now and within 60 days you’ll see bigger, more impressive results than you can imagine.

You’re already injured. The truth is most people come to me already suffering from back pain, neck pain or some other problem caused by poor posture or their body being out of alignment. Through my program, you’ll feel strength – real strength – in your core to balance and properly align your body.

Or even if you think you’ve tried EVERYTHING!

To save your time, and mine, let me be upfront and tell you what Crunchless Core is NOT, before I tell you what it IS.

Crunchless Core is NOT a “quick-fix” abs program promising quick results with no effort down.

Crunchless Core is NOT a “crunches-replacement” or a hastily thrown together collection of plank alternatives you can find online that simply DON’T work. It is a complete workout system that trains your abs in 3D for the best results.

Don’t you think you’ve been fed enough myths about crunches? Isn’t it enough? Isn’t it time to start using what’s PROVEN to work?

Crunchless Core is the direct result of over 15 years of studying and working with athletes one-on-one to discover what works.

I uncovered the hidden patterns and unique (sometimes ‘odd’) tactics they use to stay strong, powerful and injury-free in the world of competitive sport.

And now, from this point forward, you’ll have the tools to do just the same.

The strategies of the truly successful can NOW be duplicated easily by you, giving you:

A strong, powerful core that protects you from bad posture and keeps you upright, strong and filled with energy and vitality

The freedom to work out in LESS time with LESS effort so you can achieve even BIGGER gains.

And all of this, while you quickly achieve a rock-solid washboard stomach with abs that pop, faster than ever before possible!

Before we go one step further, I need to be 100% honest with you.

I hope you’re not one of “those” types looking for the next “7 Minute Instant Abs” quick-fix that promises the earth but just leaves your wallet leaner.

You get it: more garbage that doesn’t work, never has worked, and never WILL work for you.

Then do us both a favor and just forget all about Crunchless Core, because it’s not going to give you ‘impossible’ results just SOLID results…

Crunchless Core isn’t pie-in-the-sky fantasy land nonsense.

It’s the REAL deal.

And it’s only for folks like you who are serious about building an iron core and enjoying eye-popping abs.

There are no push button answers to succeeding in sculpting abs you can be proud of. Nothing in this life is easy, and you know that, but THIS is as easy as it gets…

So, if you’re like most folks watching this presentation, and you’re 100% ready for REAL to succeed, here’s what you’re going to receive.

If you really want to:

Sculpt a ripped, chiseled core with an impressive six-pack and abs that pop right out

Build a bulletproof midsection to protect and support your whole body and guarantee good posture so you can breathe, move and workout better

Enjoy explosive power and optimal performance right through your core without risking serious injury or weakness

Then Crunchless Core isn’t just “a” solution for you… it’s the ONLY solution for you.

What Others Are Saying About Crunchless Core

Having a Strong Core is a Requirement for Long-Term Health of the Skeletal and Muscular System

“Brian’s method of core training is unique and unlike anything I’ve seen in my career as an orthopedic surgeon. His training style, combined with his knowledge of functional movement would benefit athletes, workout enthusiasts, and weekend warriors in every gym, clinic, and training center.

I find Brian’s core workouts beneficial and appropriate for a broad range of patients and athletes. In fact, I would probably perform fewer surgeries if people followed his core strengthening approach.”

Athletic Trainer Approved

“I have worked as an Athletic Trainer for nearly 20 years, and when it comes to the core, people still today only think of crunching till they have a “6-pack.” The thought that one can focus on one area and “spot reduce” only increases the very dysfunctional thought.

To truly have a great core that protects not only the athlete, but also all of us, a comprehensive, “full circle” approach to its strength and flexibility is needed.

The program that Brian has implemented addresses the entire scope of the core, its function for optimal strength, and perhaps the most crucial…the durability of the spine to avoid injury.

Let’s face it, lying down and doing the standard crunch only increases unwanted pressure into the cervical spine and at the end of the day offers next to no core strength benefits.

Brian’s program addresses the abdominal flexors, extensors, rotators and stabilizers. It also strengthens the hips that supports the core with large muscles and allows it to move in full ranges of motion without pain and potential injury.

By performing the types of dynamic stabilization…planking for example…Brian is able to provide a comprehensive core strengthening program that will not only give a person the durability and desired function they are after, but also be the actual way to bring about that “6-pack” we all like to show off!

I have been blessed to work with athletes of all kinds over the years, from Randy “Macho Man” Savage to pitcher Frank Viola and many other professional and collegiate athletes.

But no matter what age, level or ability, none of them could perform without a strong and flexible core as the foundation. If you want to enjoy your highest level of fitness…and do it pain free…get off the crunching floor and experience success through Brian’s program!”

Over 40? No Problem!

“As a male over 40, I’ve probably tried just about every exercise regime imaginable, so I’m constantly looking for different things to keep my body guessing and my workouts fresh.

When I saw that Critical Bench was launching Crunchless Core, I knew I had to try it. From day one I knew this 8 week program was legitimate from the intensity level it puts you at. Keeping up with the program is easy and works with any schedule. If you truly want results, I highly recommend Crunchless Core!”

Don’t Isolate the Abs – Integrate Them Into Movement

“Current research has shown the downside of performing endless crunches and sit-ups for abdominal development. Coach Brian has done a good job creating a program that will work the abdominals in a more comprehensive manner, using exercises that integrate the abs into movement.”

To Look Athletic You Have to Be Athletic

“I have people all the time ask me, “How do I get abs like you, how do I get shredded?” Well, I finally have an easy way to answer their question; With this program!

Crunchless Core addresses all the issues with getting fit. It lays out your programming and gives detailed explanations of every aspect. This is the way I personally recommend you train.

Laying on the floor doing countless crunches is a thing of the past. If you want to look athletic, then you have to be athletic! Crunchless Core will lead you down the path to 6-pack gold!”

Sculpted Abs Without Neck or Back Pain

“I spend hours at the gym every week trying to improve my body and much of that time is dedicated to sculpting my abs. Like most people, I do many of the same exercises over and over again with good results but I must say I was super impressed with the variety of movements found in Crunchless Core…many I’ve never done before.

They were very challenging and I could feel the muscles working every where in my body and not just my abs. I also noticed zero neck or back pain after working out hard.

The movements are all carefully designed to fully engage the core and strengthen the entire body without having to do boring crunches and sit ups like you find in most other workout programs. Two thumbs up for me!”

Tightens Up the Entire Body

“I’m 50 years old and the CA2.0 program is awesome! My results came from following the program closely along with the consistent diet.

In just under 60 days I was able to noticeably tighten up my entire body and get the 6-pack abs I always wanted. I am very happy and will definitely recommend this program to other people!”

Have a look at what’s included in Crunchless Core, all designed to get you on the path to perfect abs within just 60 days:

On page four, you’ll discover the secret behind my “Two-Phase” Total Body Program.

You’ll completely transform your core from the inside-out in just 60 days with the Two Phase Total Body Program. The program includes over eight total body workouts containing over 70 functional exercises… and NOT A CRUNCH IN SIGHT!

We’re talking the highest quality content you can imagine as I walk you through the easy-to-follow instructional videos designed to show you PERFECT form.

You’ve no-doubt noticed that Crunchless Core is, without question, the safest, most efficient program giving you a stronger, more powerful core.

Which naturally opens up the possibility for you to see a rapid transformation within just eight weeks.

And it goes without saying that this program makes your life MUCH easier.

Here’s what I mean:

Each four-week phase is designed to train your core as a unit – rather than isolating the outer muscles. This way, you’ll burn more calories, add stability through your midsection and look beach-ready by the time the end of the program rolls around… all while spending LESS time and LESS effort training.

Which is amazing, considering some of the outdated advice on crunches included spending hours doing hundreds and even thousands of crunches to get the best results.

Now, you may be thinking, “I bet any blueprint that can give me all of that would cost a small fortune”.

And, in all honesty, It really should.

After all, Crunchless Core has already helped hundreds of athletes, professional sports people and guys and girls, like you and me, achieve rock-solid abs faster and easier than ever without pain.

I’ll get to the price in just a few moments.

First, I want to share a few unique benefits this one-of-a-kind system will deliver to you.

I won’t go into too much detail here, but these are absolutely some of my favorite training strategies…

How about the “bizarre” exercise you can do that instantly relieves the pressure on your spine – nice!

Or how to do LESS reps and get TWICE the results in HALF the time!

Our normal off-the-shelf retail price for Crunchless Core without any additional bonuses, is $97.

Listen: You’re not just getting Crunchless Core when you order today. I have something really special for you.

BONUS 1: Crunchless Core LITE – Home Edition

You’ve shown me how much you desire bulletproof abs. So now I’m tossing in – for a limited time only – one of my best programs as a free fast-action bonus so you can get there even quicker.

The premium gift you’ll receive today is Crunchless Core LITE – Home Edition ($50 Value).

I’m sure you realize when it comes to changing how your body looks and feels, there is one “secret” weapon that will get you to your goals faster than ever. It’s being consistent.

You don’t need a single piece of equipment to complete any of the workouts – they can be done in your garage, office or a hotel room. Every workout can be completed in less than 30 minutes so you can squeeze a complete core routine into even the busiest schedule.

Inside our Crunchless Core LITE bonus program, you’ll discover 16 super-fast core workouts to guarantee you stay on track with your core-building process whenever, wherever.

The program is split into four areas of focus, with four workouts in each section designed to work towards your goals: Power, Strength, Stability and Combination

It’s normally valued at $50 if you bought this separately… but it’s yours FREE today when you take action.

BONUS 2: Exercise Exchange Manual ($25 Value)

I have one more special BONUS for you and it’s called the Crunchless Core Exercise Exchange Manual.

If there are any exercises in the program you can’t perform due to an injury or if the exercise feels too difficult you can refer to this handy Bonus.

It will give you alternative exercises you can swap out for ones you don’t want to do or don’t have the equipment to do.

Don’t worry about any exercises you’re not comfortable with. You can easily exchange or swap it out for one of the regressions from this booklet.

This bonus is valued at $25 but included free with your order today.

Now you can see why Crunchless Core is valued at $97.

Your premium bonuses ALONE are worth $75, which would bring your investment today for Crunchless Core to $172.

However, I have a good reason that I’ll share with you shortly for making you a far better deal. Keep reading and I’ll share why I’m slashing the price for a limited time.

Sure, you could just walk away, chance it, and keep going down the road you’re on now.

And end up spending 10, 20, even 100 times more than the investment you’ll make today on Crunchless Core from a personal trainer. (Or even the cost of physical therapy!)

Then there’s all the time you’ll waste plugging away at squeezing out those hard-to-sculpt abs by still doing what all the freebie programs tell you to do. (Hint: there’s a reason they’re FREE).

And let’s not even TALK about all the time you’ll miss having the chance to show off your beautifully sculpted six-pack at home, at the gym or on the beach.

Neither of us see that as your future, right?

Listen: I’m ready to make this a no-brainer decision for you today.

I feel you deserve to know why I’m offering you such a massive discount today.

Let me share my vision with you: it’s a CAUSE I’m inviting you to join today, along with the thousands of others who are ready too.

I want to help ordinary guys and girls break free from the dangerous and damaging advice that lazy, old-school trainers and coaches use to hold us back.

I want you to have access to the same “insider” knowledge that elite coaches and trainers have known for years… but have kept tight-lipped about for fear of losing their “edge”.

I want to create a level playing field so no-one suffers from the long-lasting effects crunches cause to your posture and spinal health.

I simply cannot let “price” get in the way of you achieving YOUR goals, as well as helping me make a positive impact.

Only on this page, your total investment in Crunchless Core will NOT be $172 today.

Not even close.

Cut that price in half… and you’re STILL not close!

As ridiculous as it sounds, you won’t even pay $49 today!

Today only, and only from this letter, your total investment in Crunchless Core, including the PREMIUM Accelerated Fat Loss Program bonus valued at $50, is ONLY:

$17

Lock in your super-discounted price, which is extremely limited, by clicking on the yellow BUY NOW order button below.

I want you to try Crunchless Core

ON ME for a full 60 days.

If you do not sculpt yourself a chiseled, rock-hard six pack in that time…

OR:

If you’re not COMPLETELY DELIGHTED by the program…

OR:

Even if you don’t like the clothes I wear in the follow-along video… or my accent… or enthusiasm… no worries! I’ll give back your ENTIRE investment.

No questions asked and no hassles. I’ll refund every penny, because I’m committed to producing results for you, no matter what.

Plus, as part of my Double Guarantee, if you use the program and think I’ve wasted your time or haven’t delivered on my promise, we’ll pay for your next program by allowing you to pick one of our other products.

Click on the yellow button below to secure your discounted price before someone else claims it.

Just have a look at what these clients did following my Two Phase Formula…

Maximum Results – Not a Quick Fix

“I can confidently say that Coach Brian invested some serious time and effort to ensure you learn the proper technique and skills in the Crunchless Core program. His knowledge extends beyond helping you to achieve your personal best but extends to work out plans, diet and lifestyle change guidance.

I promise you will not find just some random workout routines but some amazing exercises and challenges from beginning to end. This workout is about maximum results and not just a quick fix. I am sending a BIG thank you to Coach Brian for sharing his knowledge and passion for fitness with me.”

Stay Injury Free & Train Your Core Without a Single Sit-Up

“I am 54 years old and I have had some injuries the past couple of years and I shared my concerns with Brian Klepacki about trying to stay injury free. He made a plan Crunchless Core to focus on stability and balance as well as strengthening my core using total body movements without ever doing a single sit up.

His knowledge has opened my eyes to a whole new level of training. I will continue to work with Brian to be in the best shape possible.”

Works Even If You’ve Tried Everything Else!

“I have been actively training in one way or another for 15 years. Being mother of 3 with limited time, I have trained with personal trainers, been a runner, a Crossfitter, done Orange Theory, Zumba, Boot Camp, tried training on my own and many other classes in between but most programs have fallen short.

When I started training with Brian I had overuse injuries in both knees from an intense ‘Boot Camp’ that I was attending. In the short time that I have been with Brian, he has not only corrected my knee pain, but he has taught me so much about functional training, my form and corrected things I thought I was doing right for years. I have always had weak abs/core, so Brian has me doing really unique core exercises from Crunchless Core that not only improved my strength, but enhanced my overall functionality as well.

Brian’s functional training model used in Crunchless Core has improved my physical performance and fitness level all around!”

Triathlete Feels Great & Setting Personal Records

“Being a triathlete and former yoga and kickboxing instructor, I’ve had my fare share of training programs as well as injuries. I’ve had multiple knee surgeries so running was always painful and slow to say the least.

Lastly, I work unpredictable long hours in a fast paced, high stress job and I sit ALL day. I started seeing Brian Klepacki after I finished my first half Ironman because I needed help. I couldn’t seem to make time for actual training leading up to my next event, but he had a solution…functional strength training like you’ll find in Crunchless Core

We worked specific muscle groups for biking, running, and swimming, which included a tremendous amount of core and stability training, never once doing ‘traditional’ stomach exercises. The end result was a faster swim without much time in the water, a stronger bike, a much less painful run and I feel great!”

Get Out of the Desk Position!

“If the desk position is hard on your lower back and could cause long term aches and pains, then why would you lay on the ground and repeatably crank your spine over and over into the desk position?”

Yet, just by taking action today, the complete Crunchless Core system, with all the bonuses, PLUS the Super Bonus is yours for only $17.

Now, remember, you’re not just getting an incredible discount today.

You’ll be joining all those guys and girls who have chosen to make a better path for themselves and commit to not working harder but SMARTER to get the results they deserve.

Plus, you’ll join the ever-growing Crunchless Core satisfied customer community.

Click on the BUY NOW button right now and lock in your discounted price today.

Within a few minutes, you’ll have everything at your fingertips: the entire Crunchless Core System, inside the secure members area.

Remember: this includes, today only, your premium bonuses, Crunchless Core LITE – Home Edition and the Exercise Exchange, worth $75!

So your order will be smooth and easy today, I want to show you EXACTLY what to expect after you click the order button below:

First, you’ll be taken to our 100% secure checkout page, which looks like this:

After you order, you’ll be shown ways to customize your order, and even have the opportunity to pick up some valuable “quick-start” bonus materials…

Finally, you’ll arrive at our secure member’s area.

It really is that simple to get started RIGHT NOW.

Remember: you’ve been struggling with chiseling out your powerful six-pack abs for way too long.

Unless you take action today, you run a grave risk of causing serious – possibly irreversible – damage to your spine and pain in your back and neck.

By failing to build your core properly you’re leaving your body out of alignment and unbalanced.

And, worst of all, your midsection simply won’t EVER have that chiseled, Herculean six-pack that comes from training the whole core from inside out.

YET: All of this can be avoided, beginning today, simply by applying the step-by-step program I’ve developed for you in Crunchless Core.

See, I have this vision for you.

Today, you finally have THE answer to your frustrating abs problem at long last – and…

You’re brimming with excitement.

You’re bursting with confidence.

Turning heads as you walk into the room.

You are experiencing the body and health you deserve – at long last!

Yes, it’s true. Your lack of progress and obstacles placed before you – up until today – have been no fault of your own.

It’s true that you’ve been lied to in the past about quick-fix solutions.

And trainers and coaches have perpetuated the “Crunches Myth” to serve their own interests for far too long.

Especially with the ‘MORE CRUNCHES IS BETTER” idea so many of us have tried (including me).

And who can forget all those false promises other coaching “experts” made to you that never stood up to the light of day?

Yet, today is your day to CLAIM your power and take responsibility.

You do it by taking action… doing what you know you MUST DO to see REAL results with a program that WORKS!

Here’s the GOOD NEWS. Unlike all those ridiculous abs workout gimmicks, this one is GUARANTEED to work for you:

I’m asking you right now to just try Crunchless Core for 60 full days, on me… either you are thrilled with your new set of bulletproof six-pack abs, or you pay NOTHING.

Plus, I never leave you hanging – either me or my Support Team will get back to you quickly with any questions you have, so you’ll always feel taken care of.

Immediately after you buy today, you need to do this: wait for the “Welcome” email to arrive in your inbox with your log-in details and log into the members area.

Then head over to the Crunchless Core Workbook and read through the introduction and program breakdown to understand how the Two Phase program is structured. That way you can dive in ASAP and get started seeing results.

Diving into the workbook will guarantee you get your program started in the right way to give your 60 day journey to perfect abs a running start.

Listen, don’t put this off a second longer… let me tell you WHY:

First, keep in mind I’ve discounted Crunchless Core by over $100, completely risk-free to you with its guarantee.

Just know this. I will eventually have to increase the price closer to the retail value, as I’m giving you a massive discount.

So you must act now before I have to do that… it may be today, tomorrow, or in a few weeks…

And, you also don’t want to miss out on my one-time-only bonus offer for Crunchless Core LITE – Home Edition and the Exercise Exchange, reserved ONLY for first-come action-takers.

Those who act today will lock in their discount and these free gifts.

Others won’t be so fortunate.

And, let’s remember: unless you take action now, today, you may NEVER take action.

You may do what so many others do and put it off… you know, for “a few more days?”… which turns into months… even years?

So, now we both know what you REALLY want and need.

And, let’s just face facts, and do the only SMART thing left for you to do.

Get my one-time, limited discount while it’s still available to you, before someone else takes your spot.

And get on the fast track to perfect abs using the smartest, safest, most proven system for developing a rock-solid six-pack on the planet.

CLICK the BUY NOW button below right now, and let’s get you started today.

Move Well. Look Well. Live Well,

Brian Klepacki, MS, CSCS, FMS, CISSN Fat Loss & Core Training Advisor – CriticalBench.com

FAQS ABOUT Crunchless Core

Q: How is this different from other programs?

A: What makes this program unique is that it’s a complete workout. Many other programs focus on simply finding alternatives to crunches – like planks and other movements. And that’s all they do. They don’t offer a complete workout system that actually builds from the core with functional movements which don’t cause wear and tear to your joints.

Q: Why can’t I just find all this online and do it myself?

A: You could try looking for some of this information online or try searching through thousands of articles and studies on core strength and conditioning. Even then you’d still have to go to college and pick up a degree on exercise in order to have access to many of the academic studies and research I used when developing the program.

Ultimately, you won’t be able to replicate this program. What I have developed is based on 15 years helping top class athletes and professional sports people and all my experience and expertise has been poured into this targeted, proven program that I know gets results every time.

You really won’t find another program like it.

Q: How long does the program take?

A: The complete program takes 60 days. This is the optimal amount of time it will take to make significant changes in your core strength and stability so you can develop rock-hard, chiseled abs that turn heads every time.

The program is split into Two Phases of four weeks each. The first phase deals with building up your core stability and strength. The second phase builds on the first and is where you make the gains which help you towards the six-pack you’ve always wanted.

You can, of course, carry on the program as long as you wish.

Q: How does your guarantee work?

A: It’s really simple. If for ANY reason within 60 days of the program you don’t like anything about it, you can simply contact our customer support team and request a full refund, no questions asked. We’re so confident you’ll love the program, we want this to be a no-brainer for you so we’ve removed ALL the risk.

And when we say you can refund for ANY reason, we mean it. In fact, you can try the whole 60 day program and see for yourself the incredible gains you’ll make in such a short time.

You really can prove it works without any risk at all.

Q: Who is this program suitable for?

A: This program has been designed for men and women of any age and at any stage of fitness. Whether you’ve never before done a single crunch or if you’re an experienced athlete, you will benefit from building a strong, bulletproof core using the Crunchless Core principles.

Every single one of the functional exercises is described in detail and the follow-along video shows you exactly how to complete each exercise with perfect form so you maximize your effort into gaining results. I have done all the hard work of breaking it all down in its simplest parts so you don’t have to worry about a thing. It really couldn’t be simpler to follow.

Q: What happens if I’m already injured? Will this work for me?

A: Of course! I’ve worked with numerous athletes to support them and help them back to good health and so I’ve designed the program to help you, too.

The first phase of the program is specifically designed to “reset” and build your core strength. In the process, you will develop better posture, more power and greater stability in your midsection to support the bigger exercises in the second half of the program.

By focusing on working all the deep core muscles rather than just the superficial surface muscles, you’ll bring balance to your body and remove many of the underlying causes behind your injury.

Q: How complicated are the exercises? Do I need any gym equipment?

A: The exercises have been chosen based on their functionality. While I’ve made every effort to keep the program as simple and straightforward as possible, there will inevitably be some exercises which are a little harder than others to perform BUT for good reason. These work your core more effectively and more efficiently by working through all three planes – remember your core is 3D. No matter what the exercise, you’re completely covered by the program. I outlined in detail every single exercise and walk you through each one in the video to ensure you nail perfect form.

You will require either a home gym or a gym in order to complete both phases. That’s simply because there are big movements involved and you need the range of weights a gym gives you.

Q: What if this doesn’t work for me?

A: Crunchless Core really will work for you, I’m sure of it.

Our most successful students of the program followed it through all 60 days and were able to develop beautiful, chiseled abs while remaining injury free.

If, in the highly unlikely event, the program doesn’t work for you, don’t worry. We’ll refund you all your money – if you’re still within the 60 days refund period – no questions asked. Plus we’ll even pay for another one of our proven programs so you can work on another aspect of your strength or conditioning. There really is no risk to you at all.

Sources

Stop doing sit-ups: why crunches don’t work – Kate Daily, Newsweek (March 2009)

Are situps and crunches bad for the spine? – Christy Callahan, Livestrong (Aug 2013)

Why crunches don’t work – Ben Greenfield, Huffington Post (May 2012)

Why crunches won’t give you your flat abs, and will hurt your body – Lisa Elaine, Well & Good (May 2012)

Neck safety while doing crunches – Jonathan Thompson, Livestrong (Nov 2015)

Back pain while doing crunches – Elle Di Jensen, Livestrong (June 2015)

Sports hernia 101, Jim Brown, EXOS (May 2009)

Top 10 gym exercises done incorrectly – NHS (October 2015)

The surprising downsides of sit-ups – Claudia Hammond, BBC, (April 2016)

Ab exercises that can cause injury – Amy Robers, Men’s Fitness

Dangerous workouts – avoid these five exercises at all costs to prevent injury – Justin Caba,Medical Daily (Sep 2014)

Is your ab workout hurting your back? Gretchen Reynolds, NY Times (June 2009)

The health hazards of sitting – Bonnie Berkowitz and Patterson Clark, Washington Post (Jan 2014)

Abdominal fat and what to do about it – Harvard Medical School (Sept 2005)

10 exercise myths that won’t go away – Madison Park, CNN (June 2011)

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round up // OCTOBER 20

Hubie Happy Halloween, friends! I’m not sure what October’s been like for you, but here’s a quick summary of my month:

Re-acquainting myself with my collection of (mostly gray and navy blue) sweaters

Ordering an embarrassing—like, I lost count kind of embarassing—number of lattés

Alternating between enjoying the ombré of the fall trees and cozying up with the first logs in the fireplace

Revisiting all-time favorite stories like The Scarlet Pimpernel by the Baroness Orczy, the extended Lord of the Rings movie trilogy, all three seasons of Stranger Things, the 1995 Pride and Prejudice miniseries, and several Harry Potter movies

In short, this month has been all about finding joy in the little things, which is the essence of our search for coziness in autumn. Since these monthly Round Ups only focus on pop culture that’s new to me, that means this month’s list is shorter than usual, but many of the movies and shows feel like warm blankets I’ll return to again. Though, as you’ll see, a few are not…

October Crowd-Pleasers

Enola Holmes (2020)

A movie so charming, I’m on the verge of rewatching even though it’s only been a few weeks. (It’s a rare occurrence for me to return to something so quickly.) It lets a stacked cast of performers known for dramatic roles flex their comedic muscles, including Henry Cavill, Sam Claflin, and—most spectacularly—Millie Bobby Brown. You can read my full review of the new Netflix movie at ZekeFilm. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8/10

Murder, She Wrote (1984-96)

This entry comes with a bit of an asterisk* because Kyla and I watched this murder mystery procedural in 2018 for our podcast, SO IT’S A SHOW? At the time, I was open to watching more episodes, but it was never so easy as with the launch of the Peacock streaming service. All 12 seasons are available in the free tier, and I never thought a show about murder—and in the procedural format, which I don’t typically love—could be so enjoyable. Angela Lansbury’s mystery writer/amateur detective Jessica Fletcher has become a non-ironic role model for me—I aspire to be as gracious, intelligent, humble, uncynical, and assertive. Also, who says I’m not aspiring to spending my 60s writing, traveling, and solving crimes while wearing a fabulous collection of cardigans?

The Return of SNL

When Saturday Night Live returns in the fall, I always squeak out during the premiere’s opening credits, “My friends are back!” It’s a silly thing to say about an ever-rotating group of people I’ll never meet, but when you’ve been watching Kenan Thompson do his thing for close to two decades, you can only be delighted to see him after months of absence. While the “At Home” episodes this spring were a treat I didn’t think possible, it’s even better to have my friends back at it in their usual environment with the high production value of Studio 8H. These were the skits that made me laugh the most month:

“VP Fly Debate Cold Open,” mostly for the Jeff Goldblum tribute (4602 with Bill Burr)

“New Normal” (4602)

“Dr. Wenowdis on Weekend Update” (4602)

“Enough Is Enough,” a bit which explains my feelings about almost all celebrity political takes (4602)

“Canadian News Show” (4603 with Issa Rae)

“Election Ad” (4604 with Adele)

“The Bachelor” (4604)

For more on how this season has come together back in the studio, you can read the Vulture interview with Lorne Michaels about it.

Coach Carter (2005)

A based-on-a-true-story movie about an unconventional basketball coach (Samuel L. Jackson) who wants his players (including a baby Channing Tatum) to succeed on more than just the court. It’s a straight-down-the-middle story that shares DNA with many of the inspiring sports movies that came out in the wake of Remember the Titans, but it’ll scratch that itch if that’s what you’re looking for. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7.5/10

Double Feature — Early ’90s Halloween Classics: Edward Scissorhands (1990) + The Addams Family (1991)

Both of these movies start at Christmastime, but both are spooOOooky movies in their bones. Not all Halloween movies are Tim Burton movies, but all Tim Burton movies are Halloween movies, including Edward Scissorhands (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 8.5/10). Tim Burton is hit-or-miss for me, but I was pleasantly surprised at how moving this idiosyncratic fairy tale was. Johnny Depp is at his most tortured as a Frankstein’s monster whose inventor (Vincent Price) gave him scissors for hands, Dianne Wiest finds the heart and comedy in your local Avon representative, and Winona Ryder is a queen. The Addams Family (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10) might be even more idiosyncratic. I’ve never watched the TV series, so it took me a minute to warm up to its twisted sense of humor (“Are they made from real Girl Scouts?”), but once I did, I started laughing as often as my nostalgic parents.

The Magic iPod

A nostalgia kick you didn’t know you wanted. I have no idea why or how this site exists, only that it brings me joy. Try mashing up “Ms. New Booty” with “A Thousand Miles,” “Get Low” with “Float On,” “Tipsy” with Bring Me to Life,” “99 Problems” with “All Star,” “Country Grammar” with “Complicated,” or any other combo that brings your favorite songs from your first iPod together.

Hubie Halloween (2020)

You know those dumb movies that just hit you in the right spot? Adam Sandler has a knack for those kind of movies, and Hubie Halloween fills the void of Halloween fun you’re probably missing this year. Sandler plays Hubie, a not-very-bright do-gooder with a very big heart whose self-proclaimed purpose is to keep everyone safe in his hometown of Salem. But there are spooOOooky threats on Halloween night this year, and only Hubie and his thermos (which rivals a Swiss army knife in all its functions) will be able to save it. Don’t miss it you’re like me and love a good celebrity cameo and a Hollywood-designed Halloween costumes. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 6/10

Double Feature — Are We Sure These ‘80s Movies Are for Kids? Gremlins (1984) + Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988)

After seeing Gremlins (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10), I know why parents were clamoring for the PG-13 rating—this movie may be short on the scares for adults, but I have no idea what I’d do for a tyke not expecting the cuddly Gizmo to spawn homicidal ghouls. In what may be the most ‘80s movie I’ve watched yet, we get a legit bonkers story, both in premise and execution—and it might also be a brilliant and scathing satire of consumerism? Perhaps another spoof of consumerism: Who Framed Roger Rabbit (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 8.5/10), which creates an impressively specific world that’s part animation, part live action. It’s a parody of classic film noir with no shortage of innuendo or just plain weirdness—its artistic achievement makes it worth watching, but since when have kids cared much about any of those things?

Double Feature — So-Bad-They’re-Good Action Flicks: Gone in Sixty Seconds (2000) + Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (2012)

If Gremlins is one of the most ‘80s movies, then Gone in Sixty Seconds (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 5.5/10) is one of the most Nicolas Cage movies. He’s a good guy caught on the wrong side of the law in a ridiculous plot engine where he has to steal 50 cars in less than a week. His pent-up frustration lives just below the surface, and his performance is so committed, you’re not sure if he’s knows  the dialogue and plot twists are zany—in fact, you’re not even sure he’s acting at all. Also committed to whatever the heck it’s doing is a movie that’s exactly what it sounds like, Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 6/10). An over-qualified cast (Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Anthony Mackie, Rufus Sewell, and more) just goes for it in a story with the premise that Abe Lincoln fought oppression caused by slavery and by immortal blood-suckers. I think my favorite part is when a vampire throws a pony at our 16th president—I couldn’t make this up if I tried.

October Critic Picks

Triple Feature — ‘60s Horror Classics: Village of the Damned (1960), The Haunting (1963), Night of the Living Dead (1968)

In Village of the Damned (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 8/10), everyone in a British village passes out at the same time for hours, and weird events continue for years, centering around a mysterious group of children. In The Haunting (above, Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 9/10), a group is studying events at a haunted house, but it may be the house that’s in control. And in Night of the Living Dead (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10), the zombie genre dawns with a group huddled away from the undead in a farmhouse. All of these are thoughtful, well-made films, but I recommend them with asterisks* because I’ll never watch any of these groups again. The Haunting made me scared of bumps in the night as I was falling asleep, and Night of the Living Dead gave me zombie-filled nightmares. If you’re looking for a dose of heebie jeebies, these are the movies you’ll be needing!

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)

I’m not sure I understood any of it, but I think I liked it? If you don’t mind a film that feels more like poetry than a plot, this visual stunner is worth the long runtime and straight-up weird sequence of scenes. Fortunately, I was prepped for my viewing with the help of Turner Classic Movies host Ben Mankiewicz and writer/director Brad Bird, who selected as part of this season’s Essentials lineup. While Bird loves the film, Mankiewicz admitted it’s not one of his favorites because it’s such an obtuse head-scratcher. Both acknowledged it’s an important one to cinema, so unless The Tree of Life is still making your brain hurt almost a decade later, it’s worth trying to parse through a story that covers the dawn of man, man’s fight against machine, and, um, a lot of other things I couldn’t explain if I tried. Crowd: 5/10 // Critic: 10/10

The Trial of the Chicago 7 (2020)

If you’re a fan of Aaron Sorkin’s idealist monologues and ideological pitter-patter, then pause your latest binge of The West Wing to watch his latest writing/directing outing, now streaming on Netflix. Based on the true story of protesters who clashed with the police outside the Democratic National Convention in Chicago in 1968—which, yes, doesn’t seem to difficult to imagine these days—it captures the spirit of a wild trial about political activism, healthy debate, fairness in government, and even the importance of grammar. If you watch it and think there’s no way this really happened, be sure to read up on the real trial to see how the film toned down the judicial circus. While this Oscars season will be unusual, we can predict this film will be in the awards conversation. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 9/10

Also in October…

My fellow ZekeFilm writers and I collected our favorite Halloween movies and TV specials for your enjoyment. Not-a-spoiler-alert: My pick is not very scary. In fact, it’s a zom-rom-com I’ve only come to love more since reviewing it upon its release.

Though Kyla and I always talk about Gilmore Girls on our podcast, we don’t just talk about the murder mystery TV shows it references like Murder, She Wrote. This month we talked about an ‘80s prime time soap full of shoulder pads and catfights as well as a ‘70s movie starring Rocky and the Fonz. Then we decided there were so many confusing pop culture references in an episode we couldn’t pick just one, so we researched a mish mash of topics like Punk Planet magazine, workout guru Jack LaLanne, singer Blossom Dearie, Manson cult member Leslie Van Houten, and a whole lotta board games.

540 movies and counting! You can follow real-time updates in what I’m watching in quarantine on Letterboxd.

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September 1st!!! And it's the first (of hopefully more) Random-News-Digest of the month...

Quick update before I start! Nope, my situation hasn't really improved since last time. Things are still going haywire and uncertain on my part. Which means I'm still not too sure if I will be able to post more frequently this month as well. But this is a NEW month, and I always want to start anything with a fresh and optimistic mind. So at the very least, I'm going to TRY to post more. Here's hoping... Also, expect this R-N-D to be more... 'Digest' than usual. After all, I actually decided to do this on a whimsy when I woke up this morning. You can expect things to be more shorter and compact this time around. So without further ado, let's start!!!

DC Films

The news in this category has been quite a shocker lately. Martin Scorsese wants to make a stand-alone "Joker" origin story without Jared Leto? And then there's that Leto and Margot Robbie's "Joker and Harley Quinn" movie, that is being fast-tracked to come following "Suicide Squad 2"? It's a new title that was first rumored to replace David Ayer's "Gotham City Sirens", though recent report suggests that all-female movie is STILL in development as well. To complicate matters, "Suicide Squad 2" already lost a potential director, and with Will Smith's busy schedule, it won't start production until late next year. Ouch!

Oh yeah, eventhough the movie won't arrive until April 5th, 2019, director David F. Sandberg teased that the most lighthearted DC Film movie "Shazam" will start production very soon. Yet we don't even know who's going to play Billy Batson, nor his grown-up version. While Matt Reeves is going back and forth his version of "The Batman", saying it's not part of the DCEU, and then it IS. Please make up your mind! Jon Spaihts was rumored to be re-writing "Justice League Dark", though said rumor has been cleared out by The Wrap. The irony in that, is because he was among the writer of "Doctor Strange" for Marvel Studios!!! First Joss Whedon took over Zack Snyder for "Justice League", and has officially been given a writer credit (his involvement is 33% of the movie!!!). And don't forget how Patty Jenkins used to be attached to the first Thor sequel. So Spaihts's name being thrown into the rumor zone didn't feel as 'strange'. What I'm trying to say is, I won't be surprised if more people related to Marvel Studios will end up doing DC movies for Warner Bros in the future.

Clearly, this proves that WB STILL doesn't have a plan nor idea of what they are going to do with their DC Films. A concerning truth, but is definitely far from being a surprise nowadays. I guess since the current DCEU doesn't really have a clear future (despite the success of "Wonder Woman"), WB is already thinking about creating another Universe to complement it. Perhaps, if this one works better, then they can simply erase the one that Snyder started. That's the point of "Flashpoint", right? We'll see. Yes, we'll see...

X-Men Universe

Can't believe it took this long for some people to realize that... as long as Simon Kinberg is still in charge (in ANY capacity), fans probably won't be getting the 'true' X-Men movie they have always wanted. People seems to forget that he was the writer of the disappointing "X-Men: The Last Stand", and supervised the dreaded "Fant4stic Four". Now his upcoming directorial debut, "X-Men: Dark Phoenix", which he also wrote... is already put into a giant question mark, thanks to Kinberg's recent comment.

I admit, I've grown to DESPISE the term 'grounded' in recent years, because it is (ab)used as an excuse to make shitty underwhelming products. But seriously, what good will a "Dark Phoenix" storyline get by making it... grounded? That arc is meant to be a galactic interstellar adventure, involving alien entities and otherworldly stuffs. "X3" was already its grounded version, and it did NOT work. So why bother going the same route? Is this movie 'doomed to fail' then? It's unclear. But I certainly won't be surprised if that turns out to be the case. Just remember how that grounded take on "X-Men: Apocalypse" performed...

Marvel Studios

Marvel is celebrating the late Jack Kirby's 100th birthday this week. Studio's president Kevin Feige revealed on Twitter that the upcoming "Thor: Ragnarok" is produced as a love-letter to Kirby's work. Not unlike last year's "Doctor Strange", that served as a clear tribute to Steve Ditko. Actress Evangeline Lilly also celebrated the occassion, by sharing the first official image of her character Hope van Dyne, wearing the updated Wasp suit from "Ant-Man and the Wasp".

About that last one... I totally DIG her hair-style, because Lilly always looks much better with a long hairdo instead of the one she had in the first "Ant-Man". The suit on the other hand? I'm a bit mixed. I don't know why. Perhaps because I was expecting more... yellow/gold in the color scheme? Then again, Peyton Reed and Marvel Studios might be going with Wasp's red-black scheme once again, because it's the one designed by Kirby. Especially with Janet van Dyne being in the movie (played by Michelle Pfeiffer), and the report that Michael Douglas' Hank Pym will be suiting up himself in the classic white-red costume.

The writers of "Spider-Man: Homecoming" are set to be back for the sequel! Chris McKenna and Erik Sommers are also involved in "Ant-Man and the Wasp", so there's a possibility they might end up becoming the next Markus-McFeely of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Assuming all the stars are aligned, they will reunite with director Jon Watts (who was already in talks to return) to work on the first Marvel Studios after "Avengers 4" ends the current Phase 3. Here's hoping this team will keep deliver something better, without losing that irresistible youthful and innocent charm that the first movie exuded.

Marvel TV

When this post goes up, Marvel's "The Inhumans" should be arriving in IMAX theatres everywhere. Not sure if it will be available in my country, but it's surely a definite for the US region, because ABC will begin broadcasting the series on Friday, September 29th, 2017.

According to recent report, the response to its premiere was... much positive. In fact, it's a far cry to the supposed 'disaster' that occured at the Television Critics Association Panel. Is this surprising? Well... not quite. I mean, one man's trash can end up becoming another's treasure, right? So I predict that the overall review, when it officially hits, will be mixed at best. Remember, this is still Jeph Loeb's and Scott Buck's work. Each or both have ruined a show (or two, if we count that much-anticipated crossover that came out last month... or more if we put into account their past forays) before, so there's no assurance that they won't strike again. But I'm honestly glad to hear some people actually enjoying it. Hey, there's one for everyone, right?

As for me, as I said before, I personally won't be seeing this on the theatres. Based on the lackluster trailers and underwhelming clips released so far, I'll have to give it a hard pass. Beside, considering my current financial issue, wasting money for uncertain things can be considered 'suicide' anyway. I'll probably going to hold back on watching the series as well, until the reviews for all episodes are out. Thanks to my doozy experience with the recent Netflix 'crossover mini-series', I'm going to be extra cautious with Marvel TV now. Because really, spending 8 hours for a boring and/or disappointing show felt like a tremendous waste of time. Doing so isn't going to do me any good.

QUICK UPDATE: Embargo for the full reviews hasn't been lifted when I wrote and upped this essay into queue. Those reviews have been made available NOW on various sites, and well... turns out it's as BAD as many initially said. Since I'm too lazy to modify the entire category (although it's only 3 short paragraphs LOL), this note will do just fine as a follow up. My original writing sounded more 'positive' anyways. LOL.

Meanwhile, things are looking A LOT better for Marvel's "Runaways". It seems response for the first episodes was more than great. It is currently being praised as very faithful to the source material, despite its various 'tweaks' (for example, one character was a mutant in the comic, but the copyrights prevent that to exist in live action adaptation). Not that it should be a surprise anyway. When the writer of the comic is directly in charge as consultant, we know that at least things are going to be close to the comics. Might this be the Marvel show to wait for this year? Probably, but I digress. I'm still going to be approaching this one with extra caution. If recent Marvel TV shows are any indications, then we can't really expect it to be... evenly balanced. Some of them had okay to good run in the first half, only to falter into a massive dud in the later half. Yes, even "LEGION", and the 4th season of Marvel's "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.". They started out strong, but ended rather... disappointingly. Considering the same people behind them are also supervising this, said similar treatment can also apply to "Runaways"...

Netflix

It's already September, and I haven't finished Marvel's "The Defenders" yet. How come? The mini-series surprisingly BORED the hell out of me! A full review for it was meant to go up as my first post of September (yes, this R-N-D is its last minute replacement). That's the initial plan anyway, because I still haven't seen the last two episodes. Seriously though, when you've already lost any single urge to do it, there's nothing else you can do right?

Thanks to that, the internet had already spoiled me about what's going to happen to Simone Missick's Misty Knight. I don't even need to READ the whole article to figure out what will become of her... right hand. Yes, the headline already gave it away, and my minor knowledge of the character in the comics was more than enough to lead me to said conclusion. And then the image spreading on social media solidified it. Mind you, I still don't know how or what caused her to lose that body part. My quick and easy guess? Likely by Bakuto, considering up to episode 6, Misty had only spoken with one particular supporting character from the other series: Jessica Henwick's Colleen Wing. And it's also about her... KATANA, as if it's not obvious enough. Expect Misty to be armed with a prosthetic arm in the 3rd Season Marvel's "Luke Cage".

Yep, if you're like me, hoping for a "Heroes for Hire" show that includes the Daughters of Dragon... then we might as well swallow that wishful thinking. Why? It probably won't happen until the 2nd Season of Marvel's "Iron Fist" is out. Going by math alone, that means we have to wait another 26 episodes, and at least another two years. New season for "Luke Cage" will likely arrive in 2018, while the one for "Iron Fist" might probably land in 2019. Yeah, two years indeed. This is why you can't really expect much when it comes to Marvel TV... *sigh*

"Stranger Things" released a set of character posters for its 2nd Season. They cover the returning cast, as well as the new additions. What's interesting about these posters, is the strong nod to Steven Spielberg! And being a series set in the 80s, that folded-magazine style is also pretty neat. I hope this 2nd season will be as great as the 1st, and unlike most other Netflix shows.

One more thing! It's a rather old news, but worth bringing up. Netflix is currently collaborating with TOEI Animation, to remake the popular shounen-series "Saint Seiya". Titled "Knights of the Zodiac: Saint Seiya", the new series will be created in full CG style. If you're curious on how that might look, think of it like several parts of TOEI's "Precure Dream Star!" movie that was done completely in CG, or their recent "Sekaisuru KADO" series. The latter in particular, already has a character design that's looking VERY Saint Seiya-ish (could it be intended as the warm-up to this one, then? probably). First season will be 12 episodes of 30 minutes, and will cover the "Galaxy War" to the "Silver Saint" Arcs. Yoshiharu Ashino is directing the new series, Eugene Son is the story editor and head writer, Terumi Nishii will be handling the character design, while Takashi Okazaki is doing the armors.

This news is intriguing, because it can end up heading towards into two different territory: actually good, or downright Bad. The latest "Sailor Moon" reboot that immediately divide old and new fans, is a great example of said situation. "Saint Seiya" is among the beloved titles to those growing up in the late 80s, so you can imagine their negative reactions if this remake doesn't suit their taste. The series doesn't have a fixed release date for now, but I believe we can expect it to arrive on Spring 2018. My only hope is that it retains Shingo Araki's anime style compared to Masami Kurumada's manga ones, because it has been pretty much the 'signature' of the series for the fans.

Disney XD Series

I saw the one-hour premiere of the "DuckTales" reboot not long after it aired, and great goodness... I'm LOVING it. I used to have a minor issue with the voices of the nephews before, but that concern quickly faded away when the story started rolling. It's just so engaging and fun to watch! My only complaint, is that it takes too long for the next episodes to start airing. But we're now in September, so September 23rd is just around 20 days away. Shall we start counting down for more Scrooge McDuck's adventure, then? I wonder if Disney XD will debut the first episode of "Big Hero 6 the Series" in advance too? Hmmm....

Pocket Monsters

"Pokemon GO" has been greeted by Legendary Birds Articuno, Moltres, Zapdos, and Lugia last month. Starting yesterday, August 31st, 2017, Niantic has continued the streak with the Legendary Dogs Entei, Raikou, and Suicine. Unlike the Birds, these ones are going to show up as region-based for a particular duration. Entei will be in the Europe and Africa region, Raikou in the America, and Suicine in Asia-Pacific. They will then switch places on September 30th, 2017.

This is great news, right? NOT exactly. While I DID feel overjoyed when the Legendaries were first announced, what came next was nothing more than disappointments. The fact that Niantic is focusing too much on Raid Battles to debut these special Pokemon, had caused inconveniences to some (if not MANY) of its players. Sad to say, yours truly is included in this cluster.

Here's the deal. In order to capture ONE Legendary, it first needs to be defeated in a Raid Battle. Unlike normal Raids, it's a group effort that requires around 15-20 players to be on the spot at the same time, working together to take one down. So what happens when you're a player... living in an area, that does NOT have the privilege of having at least the minimum number of players? You can only bite your nails while grunting and sighing with disappointments, because there's really NOTHING you can do. I've lost count how many 'futile attempts' I've done, singlehandedly (seriously, because there's NOBODY around) trying to defeat one. I've now arrived to the point where I simply couldn't care less about any of them anymore. Which is sad, because I was sort of hoping "Pokemon GO" would be there to help me go through my current situation. I mean, when that role has been surprisingly taken over by a repetitive, kid-oriented game called "Magikarp, Jump!"... That's saying much, right?

Of course, this shouldn't be an issue if "Pokemon GO" is still enjoyable as a single-player experience. Players who can't capture a Legendary, could still focus on doing anything else. Problem is, there's NOTHING much to do beside that. Niantic is too focused on the multiplayer 'Team Gameplay' aspect of this game, that it neglects those who play individually (whether by choice, or who are simply forced by circumstances... like yours truly). The new 'Gym System' was nice, but lately I've noticed a concerning trend: the turnaround has gradually becoming very slow. Many Gyms in my area, have Pokemon with ZERO motivations. Worse, they are stranded there for days (I can personally attest to this, because mine are among them!). That means many players no longer visit the Gyms. To put it simply, this game is just not... FUN anymore for everyone. Only for the 'privileged'.

Niantic can actually fix this, by start releasing Generation III as soon as possible. Adding a horde of new Pokemon, even if not all of them (honestly, releasing 10 new species per month would be a fun options), will give these 'unfortunate players' a renewed 'purpose' to go out and play the game. Otherwise, it's really a dry boring-ish land. IMHO, Niantic could and should've tried another method with the Legendary Dogs by... I don't know... letting them in the wild, like what happened in the core "Pokemon Gold, Silver & Crystal" games. Then again, it's probably too much to ask for. I mean, Niantic doesn't even allow something as simple as having these Legendaries added as silhouettes to the Pokedex after encountering them. And that's the only thing I've been hoping for... *sigh*. For now, unless Niantic shakes things up big time, my days with the App is numbered. And I'm going to be just another entry to the long list of players who have already walked out due to disappointments...

One more thing for "Pokemon". A quick detour to the TV side! Kanto Gym Leaders and Satoshi's former travel companions Kasumi and Takeshi (or Misty and Brock in the US version)... are coming to Alola this month!!! Many fans are obviously pleased to hear this! After they have been unceremoniously snubbed in the 20th Anniversary movie "Eiga Pocket Monster, Kimi ni Kimeta!", they are set to show up in the series instead. Takeshi in particular, is the character I've been waiting for. After all, his VA Yuuji Ueda is still a crucial part in the series as the voice of Sonansu/Wobbuffet, so he could actually show up a lot more! This pair will be making their Alolan guest appearances on the September 14th and 21st episodes. Which got me thinking: How awesome will it be if Satoshi's other travel friends show up at the same time too, right?

Street Fighter

"Street Fighter V" has welcomed its 5th DLC character for Season 2. As speculated and rumored before, it's indeed Menat, the Eyes of the Future. She is also confirmed to be the apprentice of Rose, by the way. This makes her the first completely NEW character to the franchise, because Kolin, Ed, and Abigail have all showed up before in other games. Judging from her quick and... arguably pointless appearance in Ed's Story Mode, Menat has a fantastic Egyptian-themed design. The mummy queen alternate costume however? Yeeesh. You can check out her reveal trailer online, or you can just get her right away because she's already available since early this week.

Menat's arrival after Abigail, pretty much confirms the identity of the 6th and final DLC character: Guy's teacher, Zeku. His name was already leaked before by Event Hubs' Flowtron, and his report has been proven to be on point until now. So I guess all we need to wait is CAPCOM's official announcement, right? Seeing the release pattern (Ed on May 30th, Abigail on July 25th, Menat on August 29th), we can probably expect this last Season 2 character to arrive later this month, if not late October. So tell me, are you excited about Zeku?