#imagine the chaos that is roommates au

[smileysuh]

send in the clowns

🌙 staring. Hyuck & Mark & Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist. He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.

tw/cw. clown kink? orgy, foursome, unprotected sex, semi-inexperienced reader, oral, blow jobs, pussy eating, cum eating, squirting, fingering, masturbation, guided masturbation, spanking, choking, spit-roasting/Eiffel tower, cum/filling kink, praise, dirty talk, first time anal, cock warming, double penetration, triple penetration, multiple reader orgasms, dacryphilia, overstimulation, deep throating, face grinding, etc… I pet names: (hers) barbie, babe, baby.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 10.6k

🍭 aus. Halloween, frat au, friends to lovers, Joker!Jae, Buggy!Mark, Pennywise!Hyuck, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I'm not sure I can even explain this one tbh

1: Mark

Mark loves drunk karaoke nights. He loves the way the alcohol calms him down, making his skin tingle and his lids feel heavy. He loves how easy it is to smile and laugh while his friends make fools of themselves. He loves watching Hyuck and Jungwoo be silly goofy chaos demons, choosing duets and ballads that make them sink to their knees and belt out songs so loud that they get noise complaints from other frat boys walking by their room. But most of all, Mark loves watching you sing, watching your hips sway to the music as you lose yourself in the energy.

It has taken a year of being friends with you before you opened up and started really relaxing with Mark and his frat brothers. Mark has enjoyed every moment of watching you bloom into the flower you are now. He’d thought you were cute when you first met, but these days, he thinks you’re one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever had the pleasure of getting to know.

He feels downright lucky, sitting on his bed, a beer in his hand, watching you stumble your way through a rap verse. Karaoke is never about being good at singing, although, Hyuck does often get a one-hundred-point score and boasts about it by running down the halls declaring himself the best singer in the frat. 

No, drunk karaoke is simply about friendship. It’s about the way Mark feels able to be truly himself when he’s with you, his roommate Hyuck, and his two other frat brothers Jaehyun and Jungwoo. You’re a fivesome Mark had never expected to feel so at home with, but now, he couldn’t imagine anything else.

It’s getting late, and your energy is rapidly deteriorating, especially as you finish up your song and collapse next to Mark on his bed. He knows you well enough to see that when Hyuck and Jungwoo complete their next duet, you’ll be heading back to your apartment across campus.

Mark does his best to appreciate the time he has left with you, scooting closer so your thighs are just touching. He offers you his beer but you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath from the excitement of getting a score of ninety-eight.

In the confines of Hyuck and Mark’s small room, the two most extroverted of the fivesome pour their hearts out into ‘Greased Lightning,’ complete with flamboyant choreography and more giggling than Mark’s tired abdomen can even handle. 

Even Jaehyun is laughing, standing by the window with a joint. His cheeks are flushed red, ears matching, and Mark swears he’s never seen Jaehyun as free as he is during nights like this. 

As the song finishes up, you let out a deep sigh, standing. “I should really be headed home.”

Mark rises to his feet, pulling you into a hug that never lasts long enough. “Thanks for coming,” he murmurs, offering you a small smile as he does his best to conceal just how much he enjoys your company.

“You guys know I never miss karaoke night,” you grin, sending him a wink before you head over to hug Jaehyun.

Mark watches the way his hyung’s eyes close as he holds you, his embrace lingering around your smaller form.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Jae,” you nod, pulling away before your gaze shifts to Hyuck. “And I’ll see you and Mark at the Halloween party tomorrow night.”

“Not if we see you first,” Hyuck teases, pulling you into a hug that looks a little too tight for Mark’s liking.

“God, you’re such clowns,” you laugh, pushing at Hyuck’s shoulders to prompt him to release you.

“Is that a song request?” Mark’s roommate asks, jumping on the chance to sing another. “I would crush Sinatra’s ‘Send In The Clowns.’” 

You simply roll your eyes, going to join Jungwoo at the door. “Goodnight, guys.”

Jungwoo has been your longest-standing friend since first year. He’s the one who introduced you to Mark, Hyuck and Jaehyun. He’s probably the only person in the room who doesn’t want to fuck you, and he’s the one you always walk home with- leaving the frats at night can be dangerous for a pretty girl like you, and your six-foot golden retriever bestie always insists on making sure you get back to your apartment safe.

With one last goodbye, you leave, and there’s a noticeable shift in the energy of the room. All three men let out small sighs, and Jaehyun turns to the window, clearly intent on watching you walk away. 

Hyuck, meanwhile, collapses onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. “She’s great.”

“She is,” Mark agrees, sipping his beer. 

“You know, I’ve got a great idea,” Hyuck says dreamily.

“Let's hear it,” Jaehyun sighs, biting the bait while still looking out the window.

“I’m thinking- now don’t immediately shut this down, but I’m definitely thinking Halloween orgy.”

Mark chokes on his beer, sputtering and trying to clear his throat.

“Jesus, Mark, don’t die-” Hyuck sits up, staring at him while Jaehyun simply shakes his head with a smile. “I’m serious.”

“Yeah, but why are you serious?” Mark asks, swallowing thickly. “Why do you think that’s a good idea?” 

“Not just a good idea, a great one,” Hyuck smirks. “Listen, we’ve all been into her for ages, and what's the one thing stopping us from making a move? Each other.”

“I wouldn’t say that’s the only thing stopping us,” Jaehyun muses. 

“She wants us,” Hyuck states.

“She does?” This is news to Mark.

“A hundred percent… like my karaoke score. I’m sure of it.” Hyuck nods to himself. “It’s in the body language.”

Jaehyun turns away from the window to asses Hyuck, crossing his arms over his chest. “What body language?”

“Just trust me.”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “No.”

“Your loss, don’t join the orgy, Mark and I will show her a good time,” Hyuck’s eyes shift to the Canadian, “Won’t we, Mark?”

Mark’s throat goes dry. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this scenario. As roommates and best friends, he and Hyuck have shared girls before- this wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary…

“I mean…” Mark sighs.

“You’re both crazy,” Jaehyun insists. 

Hyuck scoffs loudly. “As if you don’t want to join!”

“I’m not saying I don’t, I’m just pointing out that there are multiple reasons none of us have taken a shot at her.” Mark appreciates Jaehyun’s level-headed thinking, it’s a sharp contrast to Hyuck’s chaos. The Hyung in the room is good at voicing what Mark isn’t able to. “If she’s not interested, you’ll ruin karaoke night. You’ll ruin the friendship. If she is interested, who’s to say she wants all of us? Most girls are monogamous- who’s to say she’d even want to be part of an orgy with three guys? Who’s to say we could all actually handle sharing, given who she is to us? Hyuck, can you honestly say you wouldn’t get jealous watching her suck Mark off?”

“Not if I was balls deep in her pussy,” Hyuck grins.

Jaehyun only sighs, rolling his eyes and shifting his attention out the window again. “This is a bad idea.”

2 : Jae

The only class Jaehyun arrives early to is the one he shares with you. He can’t help the feeling that rushes through him as he takes the amphitheater-style stairs two at a time, joining you in your seats at the back of the massive class. 

“Hey you,” you grin, already turning in your seat to smile at him.

“Hey.” He puts his bag down, also angling to look at you. “How’s it going?”

“Going good,” you nod, taking in his onesie. It’s Halloween, so you’d both agreed to come in Pokemon outfits, and Jaehyun feels a lot more comfortable than a few other students in more restrictive costume attire. “You look good as Charmander.”

“Thanks, Pikachu.” God, he likes you way too much. Sometimes it’s hard to tear his gaze away from you, hard to make conversation instead of just staring at your lips. “You know, I’m a little surprised you actually came as a Pokemon.”

“What?” You cock your head to the side. “Why? We promised we would!”

“I don’t know,” Jaehyun shrugs. “I know you have that thing about clowns, guess I thought maybe you’d come as one today.”

“My thing about clowns,” you laugh, “says the clown.” You reach over, squishing his cheek, and it makes Jaehyun grin so hard it almost hurts.

“Tell me I’m wrong!”

You sigh. “Okay, you’re not. I like clowns a weird amount. But everyone has their kinks right?”

“I’ve always wondered what you like about clowns.”

You stare at him and Jaehyun leans back in his seat. He waits for you to elaborate, reaching up to play with the rim of his baseball cap.

“Honestly?” You swallow thickly. “I don’t know, there’s just something about the smile makeup maybe? The crazy aspect? I just feel like, when people dress up as clowns, it’s about having a good time. They can’t judge you because they’re the clown- it’s kind of freeing, a nice freeing energy, if that makes any sense.” 

“I suppose that makes sense,” Jaehyun admits. 

“Can I be extra honest with you about something?” you ask, scooting your chair closer and lowering your voice.

“Of course.” Jaehyun also moves closer, his knee butting against yours. You look so pretty, especially up close. There’s no way the Pikachu onesie should be hot, but you’ve gotten the buttons undone just enough that he can take a peek down at your bra at this short distance, and it makes him swallow thickly, trying to get a hold of himself.

“I’m this close,” you hold up two fingers almost touching, “to fucking anyone dressed as a clown at the frat party tonight.”

Jaehyun’s heart lurches abruptly in his chest. His mouth goes dry and his palms feel sweaty. He can only blink at you for a moment before he’s able to find his voice again. “R-really?” 

“Uh huh,” you nod, looking absolutely determined. 

“Anyone?” 

“Anyone.” 

“Fuck,” Jaehyun whispers, forcing his gaze forward. He has no idea how to play this situation- no idea how to act nonchalant about this. Jaehyun prides himself in being good in any situation, his technique is staying calm through breathing, but he can hardly take a breath right now. 

“Do you know anyone planning on dressing as a clown?” you ask.

“Uh…” he licks his lips, mind still reeling. “Maybe a couple of the guys.”

It’s a lie, and he feels bad saying it… but at the same time, he doesn’t want to shut the door on this opportunity. He knows at least two men who would dress as a clown at the drop of the hat upon hearing this information- and Jaehyun is quick to wonder if he could somehow go to the party as a clown without it being glaringly obvious that he wants to fuck you stupid.

“What did you say you’re going as again?” 

Jaehyun can hardly look at you. “I uh… hadn’t really decided yet.”

“Okay, Mister Secrets,” you tease. “Don’t tell me, I’ll find out tonight.”

The teacher enters the class, and Jaehyun shifts in his chair, trying to focus. 

It’s impossible to get what you’ve just said out of his head. In the corners of his mind, Jaehyun almost feels like it had been a challenge. He thinks about what Hyuck had said, about your body language- had this been you dropping a hint? 

Do you want him to fuck you?

3 : Hyuck

“Excuse me,” Ten’s voice makes Hyuck freeze, “what, exactly, are you doing?”

Hyuck and Mark slowly turn toward the angry frat boy standing at the door of his room. Ten looks pissed- and he has every right to be. 

Hyuck can see Mark open his mouth in the periphery of his vision, and it causes him to grab his friend's arm to silence him. “There you are!” Hyuck exclaims. “We were looking all over for you!”

Ten’s not convinced, and he raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Your charm doesn’t work on me, Haechan. What are you two doing with my makeup?”

“Oh, this?” Hyuck looks down at the eye shadow pallet in his hands. “Funny story actually-”

Ten scoffs loudly. “Spit it out.”

“We need to borrow some makeup,” Mark states. “I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

“You know, out of all the guys who could be stealing my eye shadow set, I never expected it to be you two losers.”

“We’ve got a very good explanation for this-” Hyuck begins, only for Mark to cut him off.

“We’re trying to be clowns for Halloween.”

“As if you need any makeup for that, you’re both already clowns,” Ten sasses. “Besides, I thought you guys were going to the party as superheroes or something.”

“We changed our minds,” Hyuck says simply.

“As if,” another eye roll from Ten. “What’s the real reason?”

“Well, y/n has this thing for clowns-” Mark mumbles.

“I should have known this was about y/n,” Ten sighs. “But wait, you’re both going to dress up as clowns and try to what? Fuck her on Halloween?”

“Well, Jae said that y/n said she’d fuck someone dressed as a clown tonight-”

Hyuck groans. Mark needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.

“So we’re talking about a full-on clown orgy?” Ten asks, and shockingly enough, as disgusted as he looks, he also seems almost impressed. “You two, Jae and y/n?”

“Jae might not join,” Hyuck is quick to point out, and in the corners of his mind, he sort of hopes he doesn’t. It will be annoying enough as it is vying with Mark for your attention, let alone Jaehyun too.

“Jae will a hundred percent be joining,” Ten sighs. “If you can convince her, that is.”

“What makes you so sure?” Mark asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Have you seen the way that guy looks at her? He’s whipped. But I guess all three of you look at her that way, maybe you don’t notice your friends doing the same thing.” Ten approaches them, taking the eyeshadow pallet from Hyuck. “I’ll help you with clown makeup. If you’re going to do this, you’ll have to do it right.”

“Really?” Mark beams. “Thank you!”

“You run and get Jaehyun, and I’ll start on Hyuck,” Ten says, looking his target up and down. “We’ll also have to decide which clowns you three are going as.”

“Can’t we just be generic clowns?” Hyuck asks, allowing Ten to lead him to sit on the bed.

The man from Thailand scoffs. “As if a ten out of ten like y/n is going to fuck just any clown, you three have to be recognizable.”

“Who do you have in mind?”

Ten grins slyly, reaching for his makeup kit. “I can think of a few clowns that girls wanna bang.”

4 : Jungwoo

“Hey Ten, I’m here for my…” Jungwoo pauses in the doorway, the word “glitter” leaving his lips as an afterthought while he stares at the scene in front of him.

Jaehyun is leaning by the window, a joint between his fingers. His purple outfit is jokeresque, but it’s his makeup that makes it clear who he is. With a white face, a jagged red overdrawn smile and dark eyes, he looks as stunning as Heath Ledger did in the role, but prettier, which isn’t that much of a shock considering this is Jaehyun.

Hyuck, meanwhile, is in a white shirt and jeans, his face done up in a matching cream shade. His nose and smile are red, with the colour on his lips curving up as slits through his eyes. His hair isn’t orange, just its normal shade of brown, but he’s a dead ringer for Pennywise, even without a good costume. 

Mark, meanwhile, is sitting on the bed. He’s not a clown that Jungwoo recognizes, especially not as Ten combs blue temporary dye through his bleach blonde hair. There’s something like white crossbones across his forehead, and he has the messiest red patch around his mouth, with blue slashes through his eyebrows and eyelids-

“Who is Mark supposed to be?” Jungwoo can’t help but ask, staring at his friend in confusion.

“I told you no one would know who I am!” Mark groans loudly, looking up at Ten.

“Do any of you even watch anime?” Ten sighs. “He’s Buggy The Clown from One Piece, there’s even a live-action of it on Netflix that came out two months ago- I swear, do you all live under a rock? I promise, if y/n actually likes clowns, she’ll know who Mark is.”

Ten’s words make Jungwoo realize what’s happening, and he lets out a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest while he stares at his karaoke friends. “So that’s what this is about.”

“She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist.

He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. 

And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends. 

5 : Barbie

The first words that Jungwoo says to you when he meets you outside the frat are, “You’re going to die.”

“What do you mean?” you laugh, linking your arm with his as he helps you up the house steps, being mindful of your sparkly heels.

“Just wait till you see, I don’t want to spoil it for you,” your best friend grins.

“Did one of our boys dress up as a clown?” you ask, skin tingling at the prospect.

“Something like that.”

“Two?” Your heart is already beginning to thunder in your ribcage.

“I told you, I’m not telling!” The two of you enter the large frat living room and makeshift dance floor. Your eyes immediately scan the location, looking for clowns.

At first, you almost miss Mark, but as your gaze narrows in on the blue hair you realize your first clown is none other than your favorite Canadian. “That’s Mark?” you ask in shock, looking him up and down from twenty feet away.

“Yeah, he’s supposed to be Muggy or something-”

“Buggy,” you correct.

“At least you know what the fuck his costume is,” Jungwoo sighs. 

“That’s such an odd choice for him- I didn’t know any of you even watched One Piece.”

“Ten suggested it I think,” Jungwoo admits. 

“That’s why he looks so good!”

“I mean…” your best friend gives you some major side eye, “if you’re into that sort of thing.”

Then you notice who’s standing next to Mark. his back had been to you, but as he turns and scans the crowd, you catch Pennywise makeup and you practically shiver at the realization that it’s Hyuck.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, clinging to Jungwoo even tighter. “I got roommates.”

“You’re so weird,” Jungwoo laughs. “Wait, I uh… think someone wants to talk to you.” Your friend is looking over your shoulder, and when you turn, you find Jaehyun standing there.

He looks as awkward as you’ve ever seen him, decked out as The Joker.

You can’t believe it. 

You’re three for three.

“Hey,” Jaehyun says, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “You look good.”

He’s scanning your Barbie costume, and you notice the way he tries to skip over your breasts… and fails. 

“You look good too,” you grin, already feeling a little overwhelmed with how many clowns are at the party. 

“I mean…” Jaehyun swallows thickly, “You said you like clowns-”

“I said more than that,” you tease.

“Okay, I’m getting a drink,” Jungwoo announces, unlinking your arms. “Have fun.”

“Don’t worry, I intend to,” you grin, watching him dart away before you turn your attention back to Jaehyun. You open your mouth, intent on flirting- on getting down to the business at hand, but before you can, someone grabs your forearm and you find Hyuck standing there.

He looks out of breath, and you realize he must have just run through the crowd to get to you, with Mark still trailing behind him by a few feet.

“You’re here!” Hyuck smirks. When he looks you up and down, he doesn’t bother hiding his attraction to you. “Nice dress.”

“Nice makeup,” you laugh, feeling like a kid in a candy store. 

“Well, we all know you’re a sucker for clowns.” It feels like a perfectly harmless statement, but by the way Hyuck’s smile widens, you can see the innuendo behind his words and it makes your stomach tie into knots. “Come on, Barbie,” his hand slips from your forearm to your wrist, and he tugs gently, “dance with us.”

 Your gaze shifts back at Jaehyun, he looks like he wants to say something- but you find yourself being dragged into the crowd.

Hyuck positions himself behind you, and Mark slots in front, hands finding your hips to steady you amongst the moving sea of bodies. “Hi,” he says, leaning in so you can hear him over the music.

“Hi, Buggy,” you grin, taking in the details of his makeup. Ten really did a number on him- you’ll have to thank him some time for making your dreams come true. 

“Thank God you know who I am,” Mark laughs, relief flooding his clowny features. 

Hyuck presses his body against your back, hands slipping around your waist- his breath on the nape of your neck cuts off any words you’d planned on saying to Mark, and it must be clear, because he leans in again, “Is this okay?”

You swallow hard, nodding. “Yeah, I think- I think I’m just surprised.”

“Why are you surprised?” Hyuck asks, his voice hoarse as you rub your ass back against him. 

“I mean- when I told Jaehyun I wanted to fuck a clown tonight, I expected one of you, maybe two, but not all three,” you admit.

“You can take all of us,” Hyuck says smoothly.

“If you want to,” Mark corrects. 

“Do you all want to?” you ask. “You’re not going to make me choose?”

“Mark and I are used to sharing,” Hyuck informs you. “I’m not sure about Jae.”

All three of you turn to look at the joker still standing off the dance floor, his gaze is fixed on you- God, it feels good to be pressed between Mark and Hyuck while Jaehyun watches. 

“How long…” Mark leans close again, and his lips brush over your ear, “How long have you known we’re all into you.”

“You’re not great at hiding it, Mark,” you laugh.

“And you really don’t have a favorite?” he asks, pulling away to look you deep in your eyes. 

“Do I seem like I have a favorite?” you counter.

“It’s obviously me,” Hyuck says loudly, pulling you back even tighter. “I’m everyone’s favourite.”

Mark ignores Hyuck, his gaze dipping down to your lips then back up. Even in a sea of bodies, with Hyuck rubbing against your ass, something about being pressed to Mark’s chest while he stares at you like this feels intimate. He’s so pretty, especially with the clown makeup and the blue hair- it gives him this dangerous edge, but below the layers of red, white and blue, this is still Mark, one of the softest men you’ve ever met.

You can’t help yourself, you lean forward, reaching for Mark’s shoulders-

He practically smashes his mouth against yours, and you realize how eager he is by the way his tongue immediately swipes a lick at your lower lip. His fingers dig into your hips, tugging you closer and away from Hyuck-

A second mouth finds your skin, with Hyuck groaning against your throat. The sensation makes a shiver run through you, and you part your lips for Mark, who dips his tongue inside. 

You truly can’t believe your luck tonight. As you cling tighter to Mark, enjoying Hyuck’s rough hands on your body, you almost forget about Jaehyun- but as soon as he pops in your mind, you pull away from the roommates, turning to look for your Joker.

He’s no longer standing by the dance floor, he’s walking away, and your heart lurches in your chest.

“Jae-” you say, tugging away from Mark and Hyuck to chase after your favorite classmate. If you’re being really honest with yourself- you’d told Jae about wanting to fuck a clown because out of all three, he’s the one you could see yourself really going the distance with.

Jaehyun has two years on Mark, and three on Hyuck- he’s the most mature of the three karaoke fratboys you’ve been thirsting over. There’s something about him that’s always made you feel calm- in contrast to the chaos Hyuck brings, and the warm fuzzies Mark gives you.

You like them all in different ways, you suppose, and you can’t stand the idea of losing even one of them from your hook tonight.

“Jae!” you call again, louder this time as you follow him- catching up just as he makes it to the stairwell door. He turns to look at you, and you blink. “Where are you going?”

“Needed a stronger drink,” he muses, scanning your face. “You’ve got a little something, here-” he reaches, cupping your chin and brushing his thumb over your lips, “And here,” his fingers smooth across your neck.

“Oh-” you go to wipe at your skin, only to find white and red makeup on your hand. 

Mark and Hyuck have just caught up to you, and when you turn, you see their makeup all smudged around their mouths. God, you hadn’t thought about actually fucking a guy in clown paint- this is going to be messier than it already will be fucking three men.

“What’s going on?” Mark asks, looking worried.

“Just getting another drink,” Jae sighs, pulling his hand away from you.

“Can we come?” you question.

“Sure.” Jaehyun reaches down and interlocks your fingers, guiding you up the stairwell while Hyuck and Mark lurch to follow.

You can hear them, two steps behind you, but two becomes four, and they begin to whisper. You makeout the words “serious,” “fucked,” “crazy,” and “sober.” it sounds like an intense conversation, but your mind is more pleasantly occupied thinking about Jaehyun and the way he’s holding your hand.

“Are you enjoying the party?” you ask.

“I was.”

“Looked like you wanted to say something to me earlier,” you point out.

“Maybe I did. It’s out of my head now.”

You’re not sure you believe him, but you don’t press Jaehyun as you make it to his floor. He’s roommates with Jungwoo, and you know the route to their little shared room like the back of your hand. When you get to the door, Jaehyun takes out his key to unlock it before allowing you inside first.

You head toward the shelf they keep their booze, rifling through it for your drink of choice while Jaehyun comes to stand next to you, grabbing the Whiskey.

“How much are you two planning on drinking tonight?” Mark’s voice makes both you and Jaehyun turn to stare at the Canadian.

He looks serious, but it’s hard to take him seriously while dresses as Buggy the Clown.

“Excuse me?” Jaehyun lets out a small laugh.

“I uh…” Mark shuffles awkwardly as Hyuck closes the door behind them, locking you into Jaehyun’s room with your three clowns. “I just… are you two planning on getting drunk or…?”

“I just want a shot,” you explain, finding a tiny glass to fill.

“And I’m just doing a double,” Jaehyun says, pouring whiskey into his red solo cup.

“Since when are you two all about being sober?” you ask, lifting your gaze to assess the two clowns by the door while you raise your glass to your lips.

“We’re usually not,” Mark admits-

“But tonight, we have a good reason to be,” Hyuck finishes.

“Yeah?” Jaehyun sips his drink. “And what reason is that?”

“Well…” Mark’s ears are turning red, and it’s a funny contrast to his blue hair.

“Let’s not play around,” Hyuck sighs. “We all know why we’re here.”

All their eyes shift to you, and you quickly take your shot, grimacing at the taste. “Someone better spit it out,” you prompt, although, you already know where this is going. Mark and Hyuck had already broached the subject with you on the dance floor.

“Fine, I’ll just say it,” Hyuck throws his hands up in defeat. “Clown orgy.”

You let out a small laugh. “Clown orgy?”

“A foursome,” he clarifies. “You told Jaehyun you’d fuck someone dressed as a clown tonight, and you’ve got us three here, in a room, with the door locked. So let’s do this. Don’t pretend you weren’t ready to take your panties off on the dancefloor five minutes ago.”

“We have to talk about this first,” you sigh, looking over at Jaehyun. “They’ve already said they’d be up for it, but I don’t know how you feel yet.”

“I don’t really know how I feel either,” Jaehyun admits, taking another larger swig of his drink. 

“Maybe we need some ground rules?” you suggest.

“That would be nice,” Mark nods.

You take a deep breath, knowing what you want to say. “The first rule should be that no matter what happens tonight, we should stay friends. I don’t want to give up karaoke night or make things weird just because I’m attracted to all three of you.”

“That’s fair,” Jaehyun agrees. “What else?”

You consider it for a moment. Part of you wants to say no marking, but at the same time, you kind of hope they leave their brand on you- you want a reminder of tonight, however fleeting, signs of teeth grazing your skin, of hands on your ass and around your throat- 

“This isn’t really a rule but uh…” you swallow thickly, “I mean… I’ve told you guys before that none of the dudes I’ve slept with have ever made me cum.”

“Wait,” Hyuck’s smile drops. “Are you for real? I always thought that was a joke.”

“I’m being dead serious,” you admit, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. “But I can make myself cum, so I know my body can get there-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Hyuck shakes his head, reaching out to put his hand over your mouth. “You’re telling us, that no guy has ever made you cum before?”

You nod.

Hyuck’s hand stays fixed over your lips and he simply stares at you for a few moments. You see Jaehyun and Mark exchange a look.

“Well, that changes tonight.” Hyuck’s hand drops to his side. “Get on the bed and show us how you like it.”

“Will you please get on the bed and show us what you like so we can learn your body better,” Mark corrects, flashing Hyuck a look that says ‘be gentle.’

“You guys want me to… touch myself in front of you?” 

“Here,” Jaehyun moves to his bed, sitting against the headboard and spreading his thighs, patting the spot between them. “Come sit with me.” 

You’re hesitant at first, but after taking a deep breath you move to join him, watching as he sets his drink down on the bedside table, giving you his full attention. You slip out of your heels, joining him without another thought.

It’s a little odd to sit back against Jaehyun’s warm chest. Even though you hug him often, this position isn’t one you’ve experienced with him- and the promise of what’s to come is heavy on your mind.

“Are you okay with this?” Jaehyun asks, his breath hot on the nape of your neck while you settle. 

You nod, licking your lips as your gaze shifts to Mark and Hyuck. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“If you want to stop, just tell us,” Jaehyun says softly. You feel him move closer, and then his lips are pressing to the side of your throat.

Your body reacts, a deep sigh escaping you as you tilt your head, giving Jaehyun more space while leaning back into his embrace. He’s so gentle, and it sets your skin alight with pleasurable tingles. His hands smooth down your bare arms, and when he smiles, you think it’s because he can feel your goosebumps.

“You’re sensitive, huh?” Hyuck asks, coming to sit on the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on you and Jaehyun.

“Very,” you admit.

Mark is staring at your chest, and when you look down, you find that your nipples have hardened. Your dress has a somewhat built in bra, so you hadn’t bothered with another layer, but now, your sensitive buds are pushing through the fabric, betraying just how much you’re enjoying Jaehyun’s touch.

Your legs are closed, but soon, Jaehyun’s hands are slipping down to your thighs, gently prompting you to spread yourself for the awaiting eyes of the younger frat boys at the foot of the bed. Hyuck and Mark are like dogs with their gaze focused on their favourite toy, Hyuck even licks his lips, staring at you with pupils blown from lust.

You’ve never seen clowns look this serious.

“Are you going to touch yourself for us, barbie? Or do you want me to do it for you?” Jaehyun asks, his lips teasing past your throat with each word.

“I can…” You swallow thickly, “I can show you, but… You’ll take over soon, right?”

“Anything you want,” he assures you.

You want them, and it’s taking every ounce of self control to stay focused on what Hyuck had asked you to do. You suppose there’s a good reason to show them what you like first, and you hope that by doing this, it will only build the tension. When you all finally snap, something tells you that these next few minutes will make a difference in how well they please you.

Your hand is shaky as you bring it to your core, panties exposed by the dress you’re wearing, which has slid up to reveal most of your subtle thighs. When you drag your fingers over your panty covered core, you find a wet patch, and it makes you bite at your lip, stifling a whimper.

“How’s it feel?” Mark asks. When you look up, you find he’s assessing your face, watching you carefully. You realize he’s actually concerned for you, and it only makes you wetter.

“Feels good,” you tell him, rubbing small circles over your clit while relaxing back against Jaehyun’s chest. 

The clown behind you has his hands on your thighs, but they shift up, to your hips, then your rib cage- you release a breathy moan when he cups your boobs, thumbs stroking over your nipples. Jaehyun’s lips are on your neck again, and each swipe of his tongue has your core practically throbbing.

You close your eyes, leaning back against Jaehyun, resting your head on his shoulder while you rub yourself even harder. Your knees are bent, feet flat on the bed, and you can’t help the way your hips buck toward your hand.

“Are you close already?” Hyuck asks, and you can pretty much hear him smirking.

You can only nod, focusing on the feeling building in the pit of your stomach. It’s incredibly erotic to be touching yourself while pressed to Jaehyun’s strong chest, to have Mark and Hyuck watching you-

The man behind you pinches your nipples through your dress and you cry out, core pulsing desperately. “Please,” you whimper, although, at this point, you don’t even know what you’re begging for.

Jaehyun’s hand slips down to join your own, cupping your smaller fingers and applying more pressure, helping you work your clit closer and closer to an orgasm-

“Oh my God,” you gasp, hips bucking toward his hand.

His mouth is hot on your neck, his other hand still worshiping your breast. It feels absolutely amazing- this is a position you’ve never been in before. You can feel Jaehyun’s cock straining against the small of your back, but he’s entirely focused on you. Your pleasure is what matters most, and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced.

“I’m gonna-” You can’t even finish your sentence, your orgasm washes over you like warm waves, pussy clamping down on nothing, convulsing desperately-

Something moves on the bed. All of the sudden your hand is being pushed away. Your panties are slipped to the side, and you open your eyes to see Mark laying between your thighs, his face pressing up to your pussy so he can lick a stripe at your wet folds. You release a strangled whimper when his tongue flicks by your sensitive clit, your walls still fluttering around nothing.

“Mark-” you whisper, reaching down to tangle your hand in his blue hair. You pull him even closer, shifting and opening your thighs wider for the man that begins to devour you. He licks up every drop of your orgasm, moaning loudly when his tongue dips in to stroke your weakly convulsing walls.

One orgasm has just dwindled out, but it’s clear Mark has the intention of giving you another.

Jaehyun’s hand wraps around your throat, squeezing gently at first, but when you grab his forearm, prompting him to go harder, he concedes. His fingers press on either side of your neck, impeding blood flow and making your head even dizzier.

Mark’s lips suction around your clit, and your body practically short circuits. You tighten your grip in his hair, making him groan, and the vibration through your clit has your legs shaking.

“You gonna cum again?” Hyuck asks, watching you from the foot of the bed. “Markie’s good with his mouth, isn’t he, barbie?”

“So good,” you whimper, grinding against Mark’s face as he brings you closer and closer to the edge with shocking speed.

Mark’s tongue circles your clit, tiny circles, like you’d done with your fingers. His pace is increasing, like yours had- He’d really taken what you’d shown them about your pleasure, and learned it.

Jaehyun’s still gripping your throat, swallowing is hard, but everything feels so good. 

Mark wraps his hands around your thighs and he pulls you further down the bed. Your head is now resting against Jaehyun’s chest, and he lets up on your neck, opting to grab your breasts. He pushes your dress down just far enough to release your sensitive nipples, and then he captures them between his fingers.

Jaehyun’s hips rut ever so slightly, his hard length dragging between your shoulder blades while you wiggle against him. Mark’s tongue dips into your pussy, nose rubbing your clit-

“Please-”

The clown between your thighs wraps his lips around your sensitive bud again, sucking as harshly as ever, and it’s the last bit of stimulus you need to fall over the edge.

You throw your head back against Jaehyun’s chest, eyes clenched shut. Your legs try to close around Mark but he holds them open, lewly lapping you through your high while you struggle and cry from how much pleasure is coursing through you.

Your abdomen almost hurts from how intense your orgasm is, and each convulsion of your walls reminds you how painfully empty you are. With three cocks in the room, you can’t believe you’ve already cum twice without being stuffed-

Can’t believe Mark made you cum with his mouth alone.

Your friends really know what they’re doing- and it’s a shock that Mark Lee, the sweetest boy you know, is an absolute menace with his tongue.

As you come down from your high, Mark pulls away from your pussy. You’re panting hard, and you look at him from under heavy lids. His makeup is a complete mess, and when you gaze down between your legs, you find your inner thighs coated in red, white and blue.

You can’t even bring yourself to care.

“So who are you fucking first, barbie?” Hyuck asks nonchalantly. 

You swallow thickly, mind racing. 

Mark’s the first guy to really make you cum, and your gaze shifts to him. You feel bad not choosing Jae, who is practically throbbing at your back, but Mark looks just as uncomfortable in his pants.

You don’t even have to say his name, it’s obvious who your choice is, and Hyuck sighs loudly.

“But…” you lick your lips, turning in Jaehyun’s embrace to meet his gaze, “I want you in my mouth too.”

He cups your jaw, kissing you for the first time. The only thing gentle about this is his hand on your face, but the kiss is hungry. His tongue invades you, and you shift in his arms, turning to face him. You’re on your knees, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while you press your chests together, needing to be closer to him.

His hands smooth down to your hips, and then you feel another set on your skin, pushing your dress up to your waist. Someone rubs against your pussy, then fingers hook in your panties to drag them down to your knees. 

“Condoms?” Mark asks.

You break your kiss from Jaehyun to shake your head, his lips eager against your cheek and throat. “I’ve got birth control, and I’m clean- are you guys all clean?”

“Dirty minds, clean cocks,” Hyuck assures you distantly. 

“Good,” you groan, reaching down to grasp Jaehyun’s thick length through his jeans. He groans loudly against your throat. 

Mark’s hand smooths against your back, and then you feel his bare cock at your enterance, teasing up and down your slit. He bumps by your clit and your legs shake with anticipation. “You’re dripping,” Mark tells you.

“So fuck me?” you suggest, feeling daring, and very needy. You’re tired of waiting, tired of pretending you don’t want to be split open on multiple fronts.

“Shit,” Jaehyun groans, pulling away from you so he can sit up on his knees, hands moving to his belt buckle. 

Mark slips the tip of his cock into your tight hole and you both groan at how easy it is. Your walls flutter around him as he pushes deeper and deeper, until his hips are flush with your ass. “Oh my God,” Mark practically whimpers, his fingers digging into your hips. “You feel so fucking good.”

Mark’s not the biggest cock you’ve ever had, but it fits just right inside of you. As he begins to thrust into you, his balls start to smack against your clit, which is still extremely sensitive from two orgasms. Your toes curl, and you practically begin to drool as Jaehyun finally gets his own dick out, immediately presenting it to you.

You waste no time wrapping a hand around him and bringing him to your mouth. You lick a stripe along the underside, earning a groan from the man above you, and when you wrap your lips around him, Jaehyun actually shivers.

“Holy shit, you look so good like this,” he tells you, reaching down to cup your head.

Mark thrusts particularly hard behind you, and it sends your mouth further onto Jaehyun’s cock, your throat clenching as he hits the back of it. 

“Fuck-” Jaehyun groans, tightening his grip on your hair.

You’ve never been spitroasted, never been in an Eiffel tower, but God, it feels good. 

Mark’s pace is building, his moans and whimpers like music to your ears while you try to focus half your attention on sucking off Jaehyun-

“Are you into anal?”

Of course Hyuck’s not about to just sit this out, and his question makes you groan. Jaehyun pulls you off his cock, watching intently as a string of saliva keeps your mouth connected to his throbbing length. You swallow thickly, licking your lips before you can answer. “I’ve never tried it,” you admit.

“We should try it tonight,” Hyuck insists. “Lots of girls cum super hard from a bit of anal.”

At this point, you’d agree to anything they suggest. It’s clear that the three men fucking you know what women like, and you’re willing to give yourself completely to them.

“Anything you want,” you say, voice shaky as you bring your lips back to Jaehyun’s cock, sinking down on him again.

“Fuck,” Mark groans loudly behind you. One of his hands moves from your hips, and then you feel a lubed up thumb begin to circle your other hole. Your pussy clenches tight around Mark, and he lets out another sound of appreciation. “Relax, barbie,” he tells you. “It will be better if you relax.”

You do your best to relax your entire body, and it prompts Jaehyun to begin fucking your face now that your throat is more open. Mark’s thrusts have slowed down a little, his attention transferred to the thumb teasing your virgin hole. 

You whimper as he presses the tip of his digit inside of you, working you open. It’s a foreign feeling, but as he begins to stimulate you, fucking you onto his cock, you realize Hyuck’s right about it feeling good.

Another orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach. You don’t even know where to focus- Jaehyun sounds so pretty with his cock burried in your mouth, and Mark feels snug with your pussy clenching tightly around him, his thumb slowly thrusting in and out of your ass-

“Shit,” Mark moans loudly, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass cheeks. “I’m gonna cum- this is way too hot- I can cum inside right? You want it inside?”

You let out a sound of affirmation, sucking harder on Jaehyun’s cock. Mark begins fucking you faster again, keeping his thumb burried in your ass while his balls hit your clit with each rough thrust of his hips. 

You’re gasping around Jaehyun’s length, muscles pulling tight as Mark works you closer and closer to the edge-

“Fuck, oh my God, shit, Barbie- Can you cum with me?” Mark’s free hand slips around your front, seeking out your clit-

There’s no way this man has his cock in your pussy, his thumb in your ass, and his fingers on your clit- Mark truly said lemme fuck this girl absolutely stupid- 

All you can do is whine, sounds muffled by each thrust of Jaehyun’s cock past your lips. You teeter on the edge, core clamping down on Mark-

“Shit, I’m cumming, fuck, cum with me, barbie, holy fuck-”

Mark’s words make you truly tip over the edge. Your entire body convulses and you pull off Jaehyun’s cock, gasping loudly while your other holes clench and unclench desperately around Mark. You rest against Jaehyun’s thigh, reaching up a weak hand to pump his cock through your orgasm, waves of pleasure nearly consuming you.

Mark’s thrusts slowly come to a stop, and you listen to him pant behind you, his breath trailing over your shoulders and making you shiver.

“My turn,” Hyuck announces.

Mark pulls out of your core and you whimper at the loss. You can already feel cum begining to drip out of you, a mix of yours and Mark’s. As much as you miss Mark in your wet, needy cunt, you kind of miss him in your ass too, and it’s a surprising feeling.

“Think you can take something bigger in here?” Hyuck asks, landing a gentle spank to your bum that has you whining desperately. 

You can only nod, blinking up at Jaehyun through teary lashes. “Can I fuck you too?”

Jaehyun’s lips part at the notion of double penetration, his cock twitching in your hand. “Yeah, anything you want.” 

It’s a quick shift for Jaehyun to lay down on his back, pulling you into a straddling position. You all remove your clothes, and then Jaehyun guides his cock to your wet hole, using the cum as lube, which makes it easy to slide into you. You both release groans when he bottoms out, and your hands find his chest.

You simply cock warm him for a moment, appreciating the stretch. He’s longer than Mark, maybe not as thick, but the tip of his dick hits a spot deep inside of you.

“Bend over,” Hyuck instructs, moving behind you. His hand is gentle on your shoulder as he pushes you down, and you take the opportunity to press your lips to Jaehyun’s, kissing him eagerly.

You roll your hips and Jaehyun groans beneath you, fingers digging into your thighs.

You hear Hyuck spit, and a moment later the feeling of something wet meets your back hole. Hyuck spreads open your cheeks with one hand, using the other to circle your tight ring of muscles with a finger. “Fuck, I can’t believe I get to be the first one inside you like this.”

“It was worth the wait, wasn’t it?” Jaehyun teases, and you know you’ve tested Hyuck’s patience by making him last to touch you.

“So worth it,” Hyuck agrees.

He sinks a finger into your hole and you moan loudly, burying your face against Jaehyun’s throat. “Relax,” he reminds you, smoothing a hand along your spine. “Hyuck’s good at this sort of thing.”

You have to admit, Hyuck does know what he’s doing. He toes the line between rough and gentle, as if he knows exactly what you’re able to take. He twists his hand so you can feel the ridges of his knuckles as he works open your ass, and soon he’s adding a second finger. “You’re a natural, barbie,” Hyuck praises you. 

Your core twitches and Jaehyun moans, throwing his head back against the pillow when you begin to kiss his throat. “She likes it,” Jaehyun announces.

“Most girls do, they just have to feel comfortable enough to open up,” Hyuck explains.

So he’s some sort of anal genius, apparently.

You honestly don’t even mind.

He works your ass expertly, and the feeling has you tingling with anticipation. If this is what two fingers feels like, you can’t even imagine having his whole cock.

“I hate to rush you,” Jaehyun says, “but… If we don’t start moving soon, I might die.”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s ready for me,” Hyuck breathes, pulling his fingers out of your ass to land a smack against your skin, “isn’t that right, baby? All ready to be filled?”

You nod. “Please!” 

Hyuck spits on your hole again, but then you hear Mark say the word “lube” and you look to find him holding a bottle.

“How did you even know where to find this?” Hyuck asks, accepting the lube and popping open the cap to squirt a line on his cock.

“Most of us only use our bedside tables for one thing,” Mark breathes, meeting your gaze. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.” You lick your lips, eyes dipping to bulge forming in Mark’s jeans. 

“Are you looking at his cock, barbie?” Hyuck laughs, rubbing himself along your hole, getting you lubricated.

“Maybe.” Your skin heats with embarrassment.

“Is two cocks not enough?” Hyuck teases, landing another harsh smack to your ass.

“She wants the full experience,” Jaehyun smiles good naturedly below you. “Isn’t that right, barbie?”

“I just-” you swallow thickly. “How often do you end up in a foursome? It would be… irresponsible not to try it to the fullest, right?”

“Our little barbie likes being full,” Hyuck groans, sliding the tip of his cock into your ass. “Trust me, you’ll be full by the time this is all over.”

You can’t even respond, your mind much more pleasantly focused on the feeling of Hyuck splitting you open. You’re doing your best to breathe, to relax, but it’s a difficult feat as Hyuck sinks more and more of his thick cock into your virgin hole.

“Oh my God-” you whimper, tangling your fingers in the sheets. 

Jaehyun’s hand is smooth along your back, reassuring, and he draws your lips to his again. He eats up your sounds of pleasure as Hyuck bottoms out, releasing a deep groan. His fingers dig into your hips, and he allows you to get used to the feeling of being completely stuffed.

“Good?”

“So good,” you breathe.

“Can I start fucking you stupid now?” Hyuck asks. “Or do you need a moment?”

“Fuck me silly.” 

“Don’t mind if I fucking do.” Hyuck’s grip tightens on your hips, and his first thrust makes you cry out, gasping into Jaehyun’s mouth. The man below you lets out a grunt, the force of Hyuck’s motion pushing you further onto his own cock.

You feel Jaehyun adjust, anchoring himself so he can begin to fuck up into you. 

They’re holding you steady, hovering over Jaehyun so they can both be the ones moving to meet your holes. Skin slapping against skin, it’s an erratic sound as they both struggle to find a pace that works. You’re clawing at the bed when they both thrust at the same time, so Jaehyun adjusts again, pistoning into you as Hyuck draws back.

Now this feels like heaven. 

“Fuck,” you moan, burrying your face against Jaehyun’s throat. “I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum so fucking hard-”

“Do it,” Hyuck says, spanking you roughly.

Your entire body clamps down on them from the sting of the hit, and you gasp, teetering on the edge-

“Cum for us,” Jaehyun whispers, his lips teasing your ear. “We’ve got you.”

You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and you explode- but instead of letting up, Hyuck fucks into you even harder. You let out a loud squeal, shivering with stimulation- The clown behind you laughs loudly.

“That’s it, squeeze our fucking cocks! Bet you want our cum so bad- barbie wants to be full, but not until you take all three.”

You lift your head from Jaehyun’s shoulder, body still convulsing around Hyuck and Jaehyun. Mark’s standing next to the bed, cock in hand. “You don’t have to,” he tells you weakly, fist gripped tight around his throbbing length, the head dripping with precum. 

“Come here,” you say, practically blind with lust. 

Shifting off of Jaehyun’s chest, you plant your hands on the bed, leaning over so you can accept Mark’s cock into your mouth.

He releases a strangled groan, immediately cupping the back of your head so he can begin to fuck into you. It’s not like you can move while held between Jaehyun and Hyuck, no, you’re simply a girl with three holes, getting fucked by three clowns.

You’ve cum three times? Four? You’re not even sure anymore. All you know is nothing has ever been like this, and nothing ever will be again.

It’s like you’ve been transported to an entirely other planet, where orgasming with men is easy and you’re just some needy cock whore desperate for cum.

“Fuck, you just got so tight from sucking on Mark,” Hyuck groans. “You really love our cocks, don’t you, barbie?”

You can only moan around Mark, hallowing your cheeks harder around his length, while he practically whimpers, fucking your throat even harder.

“I don’t know about you two,” Jaehyun breathes, “but I’m about to fucking bust.”

“Me too,” Mark grunts, tightening his grip on your hair.

“I can cum.”

You let out a meak groan of affirmation.

All four of you are going to cum together, and nothing has ever felt so right, so correct. 

“On three?” Hyuck suggests.

“On three,” Jaehyun agrees, reaching between your bodies to rub at your clit.

You practically scream, walls shuddering around the cocks pistoning relentlessly in your tight, abused holes.

“That’s it,” Jaehyun coaxes you. “Hold it just a little longer.”

“Three,” Hyuck lands the harshes smack of the night against your ass. “Two-”

“Fuck,” Mark grunts, “One!” 

The tension in your stomach snaps as Mark shoots his load down your throat. Your entire body feels practically numb, awash with waves of pleasure that blank out everything else in the entire world. 

You hear Jaehyun cuss loudly below you, fingers digging into your hips. Hyuck fills up your ass with his hot cum, groaning as loudly as you’ve ever heard from him while your walls contract with more force than you’ve ever experienced.

You’ve never orgasmed this hard. It’s completely all consuming, wracking you with shivers and something akin to sobs as you pull of Mark’s cock, gasping and burrying yourself against Jaehyun- which is when you realize his cock has slipped out of your core, and he’s jacking himself onto his chest, coating both your skin with white ropes.

“Fuck, barbie, you fucking squirted,” he groans. “Pushed me right out-”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” you whimper, tears filling your eyes at how overstimulated you are.

“No, babe, that was hot as fuck,” Jaehyun assures you, finishing and pulling his hand away from his cock, cupping your face to pull your lips to his.

“I wanna see that again,” Hyuck says from behind you, pulling out of your ass only to release a sinful sound at the sight of both of your holes dripping-

“She’s done,” Jaehyun’s voice is as stern as you’ve heard it so far, and he tucks you against his shoulder, stroking your hair.

“She can do one more, I wanna make her squirt-”

“No. She’s fucking crying, Hyuck. Give her some rest.”

“She’s crying?” Mark and Hyuck ask at the same time, but the latter sounds much more happy about it than the former.

“I’ve never cum that hard, or that many times,” you admit weakly. 

“Lemme get a towel,” Mark suggests immediately, and you can hear his soft footfalls as he runs across the room. 

“You did good, baby,” Hyuck tells you, stroking your back. “Took us all like a fucking champ.”

You can only shiver at his words, your pussy throbbing as an echo of the highs they’ve just provided you. 

“Here, can you sit up for us?” Mark asks.

Hands gently help you up, and you look down at Jaehyun’s body, shocked to find his skin glistening with squirt and cum. Jaehyun takes the towel from Mark. He starts by wiping at your face, “clown makeup,” he explains. Then he swipes the cloth along the front of your body, you shiver when he traces over your nipples. He cleans himself last, tossing the ruined fabric to the floor.

“I feel like we all still need a shower,” Jaehyun sighs. 

“In the middle of the Halloween party?” Mark’s eyes widen. “The bathrooms are full of people!” 

“And barbie probably can’t even walk,” Hyuck points out.

Your legs do feel shaky, even while sitting on top of Jaehyun.

“Mark, can you go grab us a few more towels from your room?” Jaehyun suggests. “Ten probably has makeup removing wipes-”

“We should just move to our room,” Hyuck interrupts.

“Like you said, barbie can’t even walk. We’re staying here.”

“Isn’t your bed ruined with cum?”

“Actually, most of he squirt landed on me,” Jaehyun says, looking at the bed sheets under him. “It’s fine here.”

“You’re being selfish,” Hyuck’s nose scrunches up with distaste. “Mark and I share a room, you’re here with Jungwoo, it’s two against one.”

Except, Mark has already left in search of towels, so at the moment, it’s one versus one. Without the Canadian’s support, Hyuck’s easily beaten by a harsh glare from Jaehyun.

“Well, I guess I’m sleeping here too,” Hyuck sighs.

“No you’re not, the bed hardly fits two.”

“Not my problem.” Hyuck shrugs, walking to Jaehyun’s closet to pull out some clean clothes. “It’s called aftercare Jae, cuddles come with the package.”

Jaehyun only groans helping you move to lay next to him. 

Hyuck practically jumps on the foot of the bed, looking up at you with a shit eating pennywise grin that’s completely smudged. “Did you have fun, babe?”

“The most fun,” you smile back, curling close to Jaehyun’s side.

“Best Halloween ever?” he suggests.

“A hundred percent,” you agree.

Your body is sore, and you’re more tired than you’ve been in a long time, but you feel comfortable. You always feel comfortable with these guys. Sure… you’re laying on a towel with cum dripping out of two holes, but… you still feel at peace.

Mark returns quickly, with more cloths and makeup remover. The boys help you out first, with Jaehyun cleaning your face while Hyuck deals with the cum and makeup between your legs. Mark finds you a spare set of sweats and a hoodie from Jaehyun’s closet, and soon you feel more comfortable than ever.

It’s kind of sad watching your friends take off their clown colours, but you’re sure you’ll have the memory of this etched into your brain forever, so that’s something you can lean on at least.

“How are you feeling now?” Mark asks, reaching for your hands to pull you up onto your feet.

Your legs are a little wobbly, but you’re doing okay, and you flash him a smile. “I think I’m alright.”

“Do you wanna run to the bathroom with me? I read somewhere that uti’s happen easier if you don’t uh…” Mark swallows thickly, skin turning a pretty shade of pink that contrasts the blue in his hair, “If you don’t you know, go to the bathroom after.”

He’s adorable, and so caring. When you agree, Hyuck jumps to his feet, and just like that, it becomes a group trip, with even Jaehyun tagging along.

The hallway on this floor is pretty clear, but you run into Jungwoo exiting the bathroom. He stops in his tracks, looking you up and down, then he begins to beam. “Looks like you guys had fun.”

“Stop it,” you push at his shoulder, skin heating with embarrassment. Sure, you’ve told him for a while that you’d love to partake in a clown orgy, but it’s another thing entirely to run into him after getting three holes stuffed by his best friends.

“Are you staying over tonight?” Jungwoo asks.

“Yeah, she’s with us,” Jaehyun responds, hand finding your hip to tug you closer as Hyuck and Mark enter the bathroom to wash the last pit of clownery off their skin. 

“As in… she’s staying in our room?” Your best friend’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, sleepover!”

“Hyuck and Mark are joining too,” Jaehyun sighs, tightening his grip on you.

Jungwoo’s smile grows. “Karaoke night!?” 

You and Jaehyun exchange a look and he laughs. “I’m not sure any of us have the energy for that, Woo.”

“Right, cuz you all just had hot nasty clown orgy sex. I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten laid so far.”

“You can still change that,” Jaehyun says, giving his roommate some much needed encouragement.

“Nah, it’s sleep over time,” Jungwoo grins. 

You love how excited he is to spend time with you and the three men you’ve just fucked. Jungwoo doesn’t have a care in the world- it’s a good sign. Maybe this little clown orgy really didn’t change much in the relationships, or at least, as a group it still feels like things are strong.

You have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but something tells you that everything is going to work out.  

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“Why are we doing clown makeup again?” Mark asks, looking at the eye shadow pallet with distaste. “It’s a Valentine’s Day party, not Halloween.”

“Exactly,” Hyuck says, brushing crimson around his eyes. “It’s Valentine’s Day, which means she’s going to be more focused on Jaehyun. We have to do something to even the playing field- besides, it’s not full clown, it’s just… a few red hearts, a bit of makeup- you know how much our baby loves getting messy.”

“I guess you’re right,” Mark sighs. It’s been three and a half months since that first night you all fucked, and since then, they’ve learned a lot about you and your… tastes. You definitely like having your skin painted, in makeup as well as cum.

Hyuck’s gotten particularly good at clown makeup, and tonight, even Mark has to admit his roommate looks good. He’s gone for a lighter cream coloured base, with a red glittery heart around one eye, and his mouth done up in the same glittered scarlet colour- it’s clear to Mark that Hyuck intends on getting you nice and messy tonight.

Mark, on the other hand, isn’t very interested in makeup. Hyuck had insisted they do different colours, and after you’d revealed how much you liked his blue hair at Halloween, he’s since dyed his strands a soft, steely, sky shade. 

Instead of going full clown, Mark does a few glittery blue hearts along his cheekbone. He doesn’t mind if Jae gets to be the main attraction in his romanesque cupid outfit, it is his birthday afterall.

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[deadghosy]

SLYTHERIN BOYS MASTERLIST

(Ordered by post date/hogwarts legacy is included)

HARRY POTTER

🐍 If you missed the hoop while playing basketball

🐍 Platonic Slytherin boys with a keeper friend

🐍“I’m allergic to bullshit”

🐍 Reacting to you saying “you’re gonna pass out”

🐍 React to you saying “someone is staring”

🐍 Taking an ugly picture of them

🐍 Reacting to you clogging up their toilet

🐍 React to you being outside despite being allergic to mosquitoes

🐍 React to you passing out

🐍 Reacting to you oversleeping

🐍 Curly hair! Reader (poc friendly)

🐍 React to you giggling at your phone

🐍 Platonic Slytherin boys with adhd friend

🐍 The type of drivers they are as memes

🐍 Texting them “I think someone is following me”

🐍 When someone tries to bully you

🐍 How they react to you saying “I’m hungry”

🐍 React to you driving crazy

🐍 React to you saying “I hate you” to them

🐍 Reacting to you saying “ima kill myself”

🐍 Mattheo with a male roommate pt.1

🐍 Mattheo with a male roommate pt.2

🐍 Coquette! reader

🐍 Reacting to you being a telepathic/having telekinesis

🐍 Best friend! Mattheo headcannons pt.1//pt.2//pt.3

🐍 Modern Slytherin boys with a male figure skater

🐍 Chaos magic user! Reader

🐍 Platonic modern Slytherin boys with an insomniac male roommate

🐍 Reacting to you dancing alone

🐍 Reacting to you falling asleep during a movie

🐍 Percy Jackson! Reader w/mattheo

🐍 Reacting to m! Reader shaving

🐍 Platonic high! mattheo

🐍 High Theo x reader

🐍 You being scared awake by thunder

🐍 Slytherin boys when they miss you

🐍 Werewolf M.R, T.N, & L.B

🐍 How they would pick you up

🐍 Crybaby! Mattheo

🐍 Teddy-T.N

🐍 Vlogger! Mattheo pt.1//pt.2

🐍 Slytherin boys w/ blind!reader

🐍 July 4th with the Slytherin boys

🐍 Reacting to you falling face first

🐍 Reacting to you falling asleep to them talking

🐍 Reacting to you doing a back flip

🐍 Fanboy! Slytherins with a singer!reader

🐍 Owl!reader

🐍 French!reader getting hurt

🐍 Slytherin boys with witch beauty gf

🐍 Vampire mattheo

🐍 Vampire Tom

🐍 Reacting to their boyfriend having scars

🐍 Ghostface! Mattheo

🐍 Being mattheo’s childhood friend to lover: male version//female version

🐍 Mattheo (fem!reader) during your birthday

🐍 Slytherin boys with a black fem!reader who tall like Megan thee stallion

🐍 Reacting to you crying

🐍 Reacting to m!reader picking them up

🐍 Stalker!Mattheo

🐍“A love that burns.” Poet!mattheo

🐍 Summertime with mattheo riddle

🐍 Being best friends with Lorenzo

🐍 Beach days with Theodore Nott

🐍 Theodore Nott being your yandere best friend

🐍 Sugar daddy!Tom headcannons

🐍“All men are shit..except for you” SB reacting to you saying this

🐍 Old money!Theodore Nott headcannons + moodboard

🐍 Reacting to reader being a manipulator

🐍 Hoodie stealer-Mattheo

🐍 Toxic!theodore nott banners

HOGWARTS LEGACY

🐍 Platonic Ominis headcannons

🐍 Platonic Sebastian headcannons

🐍 Werewolf Sebastian & Ominis x reader

🐍 Sebastian & Ominis with a merfolk! Reader

🐍 Loverboy! Modern Sebastian headcannons and imagines

🐍 Platonic sliver trio headcannons

🐍 Ominis with a hufflepuff lover

🐍 Platonic brotherly headcannons with Sebastian and m!mc

🐍 Chaotic modern Sebastian headcannons

🐍 Ominis x blind!reader headcannons

🐍 Modern platonic Sebastian headcanons with m!mc

🐍 Chaotic modern sliver trio headcanons & imagines

SIBLING! READER

🐍 React to sister! Reader dating

🐍 React to their little sibling falling in their dorm

🐍 Sister!reader on her first period

🐍 Riddle brothers with a sister having a Mandy personality

🐍 Baby! Reader taking their first steps

🐍 Modern au riddle brothers with a little sibling

🐍 Reacting to eating their food

🐍 Baby sibling falling asleep on them

🐍 Reacting to sibling reader crying/bullied

🐍 Reacting to sibling reader ignore them

🐍 Draco with a twin gryffindor sister

🐍 Reacting to little sibling cling to them after holiday

[familyvideostevie]

alright, hear me out. i looked through the prompts list and can we give roommate!steve a little airtime beCAUSE—

trying to not hit anything or each other, when there is a power outage and it’s way too dark

— is SO steve coded. i wanna see this man during a power outage. please and thank you. i love you.

hi baby. here you go. sorry it took so long. it is the first thing i have written in about 6 weeks so apologies for it's roughness. i adore you. thank you for helping me give steve Harrington his triumphant return. | fluff, 1.3k, roommates!au

Summer storms in the Midwest always take you by surprise. The never-ending expanse of blue sky becomes crowded with swirling grey clouds without warning and everything stills, like the very fabric of time is holding its breath. Until the dam bursts and rain pounds on your windows, the roof, the pavement with wild abandon. Deep, rumbling thunder follows bright flashes of lightning.

You find it relaxing. A steady, reliable chaos into which you settle without complaint.

Well, usually. Your roommate, Robin -- a talkative and whip-smart girl who makes you laugh-- enjoys storms just as much as you do. It's one of the only times she settles, so you often read side-by-side in companionable silence. Sometimes, if you're feeling bold, you'll both dance in the rain.

But Robin is on some six-month trip for brilliant people and she's left you with a subletter.

"My best friend Steve," she'd said. "Come on, I talk about him all the time. You basically know him."

It's true. Robin is full of stories and this Steve is in most of them. A funny, brave, well-intentioned guy who is a bit of an idiot and has a great head of hair.

And now he's living in the other bedroom. And he's hot. And he always does his dishes and remembers to put the seat down after you scolded him once for doing otherwise and you have a crush on him.

It's annoying. He's been here for like, three weeks and keeps asking you where the spoons are and you like him.

But Steve? You are learning that Steve does not like summer storms.

In the few you've had since he arrived you've noticed that he paces, or sits in the living room with the television turned up high, or something noisy. You've never asked him about it because honestly, he could be much worse as far as roommates go.

You can hear his radio through the wall and it's making it hard to focus on your book. You should really go to sleep but this chapter is really good and does he have to be so loud? Maybe you should get up and ask him to keep it down --

A flash of lightning makes it seem like daylight in your room for a brief moment and then everything is dark. Everything.

"Fuck," you say. The power must have gone out. A clap of thunder so loud it feels like your building shakes startles you. You hear a shout from the other side of the wall.

It's not as hard as you'd expect to feel your way to your bedroom door in the dark. You manage to do so without injury apart from bumping your hip on your dresser.

But when you open your door you smack into a solid wall of warmth. Your fingers grasp for purchase and find none -- only bare skin.

"Jesus Christ --" Steve says. He manages to prevent you both from falling over and holds you at arm's length in the dark. "What are you doing?" His voice is tight and he squeezes your shoulders once before releasing you.

"Uh," you say. You're certain that he's not wearing a shirt. You can feel that he's not wearing a shirt. "The power went out."

He huffs. "Wow, thank you. I had no idea."

You wish it wasn't dark so you could see his face. Three weeks hasn't been enough time to learn all of his expressions. "Were you sleeping?"

It feels like a dumb question considering how loud his music was.

"Yeah," he says. "Obviously I was sleeping. It's like, 1 am."

"Just go back to sleep. If you can, under the volume of your radio."

You imagine him wincing. "Sorry," he says. "I don't, uh. Sleep well during --"

Lighting illuminates the hall and you see him for one brilliant second, messy hair, bare chest rising and falling, boxers slung low. Boxers with...are those...bananas? Then: darkness, thunder. You sense his flinch.

"That," he says flatly.

A smile creeps its way onto your face and you allow it because he can't see. The fact that this guy, your temporary roommate, your sort-of crush, is afraid of thunderstorms fills your chest with warmth. It's endearing. It's adorable. It makes you like him so much more.

You ease past him and into the dark of the rest of the apartment.

"Woah, woah," Steve says. "Where are you going?" You hear him follow you and immediately run into something. He curses. You keep your hands out to avoid the same fate.

"You okay?" you call back.

"Why do we have so much furniture?" he grumbles. "Fuck, that hurt."

You don't correct him that we actually means you and Robin.

"Watch where you're going," you say lightly.

"Oh, ha, ha."

Careful steps take you closer to your destination. "Go look for candles in the kitchen," you tell him. "They're in the drawer by the trash."

"Uh, okay," Steve says. He bumps into things with quiet curses on his way as you look for the matches that should be in the closet. "Why? You could just go back to bed. I'm fine."

You chew on your lip. He's right. But you want to hang out with him. The dark makes you honest. "The thunder is loud," you say. "I won't be able to sleep. We might as well hang out."

He laughs, the first genuine one all night. "Oh, you want to hang out? In the dark? You know what this sounds like, right?"

Ah, the famous Harrington charm Robin has told you about. It makes your cheeks feel hot and you can't hide a smile. Steve ruins the moment by running into something again.

"Fuck! Jesus --"

"Steve, be careful."

"I can't see anything!"

You sigh and finally find the matches. Box in hand, you carefully make your way to the kitchen, your eyes adjusting just a little and making it easier.

Steve is looking in the wrong drawer. You should just tell him so, but instead you reach for him, fingers circling his wrist and dragging it to the right one. His skin is warm under yours, the back of his hand softer than you'd thought it would be. You open the drawer together and hear the candles roll around inside.

His face is a dark outline but you focus on the dark and think you see his eyes. You wish you could see him.

"Found them," he says. You're much closer than you realized, so close you feel his breath on your cheek. Steve leans in -- or maybe it's you, you have no idea, and your noses brush. He puts a hand on your hip, fingers sliding under the hem of your sleep shirt and burning you like a brand.

Your eyes slide close and you miss the flash but not the boom that follows, sending you both about a foot in the air and away from each other.

"Shit," you gasp. Steve laughs and you join in, giggling in the dark like teenagers.

Maybe this is a one-night thing, the darkness making you both a little lonelier and a little braver. But you've got months more of him and the idea of spending that time being something more than just roommates? It's appealing, to say the least.

You reach for Steve in the dark and he must have been doing the same because your fingers tangle without much effort.

"Come on," you say. "Let's light the candles and sit on the couch. I'm sure the power will come back on eventually."

He squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. "Okay," he says, a smile in his voice. "Don't let me run into anything."

You grin at him in the dark and hope that come morning he'll be familiar with it in the light, as well. "Don't worry, Steve," you tell him. "I've got you."

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[ontheticktick]

Deadpool & Wolverine AU Starter for @oozeyboozey

"Damn it! Son of a bitch! Fuck! Motherfucker! Our world is FUCKED!"

Wade threw the shovel that had been in his hands out of the grave of one James "Logan" Howlett. The merc climbed out of the hole he had spent way too fucking long digging, and begun to pull the adamantium skeletal remains. He released a frustrated growl as he begun to drag it over towards a nearby log.

"This would go quicker with HELP!" He pointed out to his plus one on this little venture. Or was he her plus one? The British motherfucker hadn't really made it clear in his little jaunt of exposition. Either way, Anya hadn't elected to help dig.

"Look..." he sat the skeleton in a sitting position between himself and Anya, "I’m not a man of science, but he seems incredibly passed away." He reached out to pet the knee of the deceased Wolverine. "But it’s good to see him! I gotta be honest, I’ve always wanted to ride with this guy. Logan. Me an' him, getting into a Deadpool and Wolverine. Just fucking shit up. Can you imagine the fun? The chaos? The residuals?" He sighed wistfully. "But noooo...No, no, no, no. Ugh...he had to get all noble and die FOR REAL. God damn it! We could really use his help right now."

The TVA agents arrived just in time to be at peak asshole level, likely intending on adding injury to the insult of being completely fucking DOOMED.

"WAIT! I’m warning you! We're not alone!

"Wade Winston Wilson and Anastasia Winnifred Barnes! You’re under arrest by the Time Variance Authority. Too many crimes to list, come out! Last chance! Throw out your weapons and come out peacefully!"

"We're not gonna give you our weapons! But we promise not to use them..." He moved to begin picking apart the skeleton he'd dug up. Looking to Anya, he spoke. "There are 206 bones in the human body. 207 if I’m watching Gossip Girl." He reached out to hand Anya a piece of the remains as well. "Here we go, Commie Mommy, just like ol' times...MAXIMUM EFFORT."

A Note for the Audience, From Captain Deadpool:

To be clear, I’m not proud of any of this. Anya might be though. She always took pride in her work...when we were TOGETHER. Thanks to a knock-off Grimace with a BALL SACK for a chin, though, half of her whole family vanished...and I couldn't measure up to be enough to help. Where was I? Oh yeah. I'm not proud of any of this. Not that you're going to see any of it unless you go see my new movie in theaters, but Anya won't be in that one, so just...PRETEND that she is, maybe. I could teach you how to pretend she's there. I've gotten real good at it in the last couple years. All of this though...The wanton violence, the whiff of necrophilia, it isn’t who I am, it isn’t who I wanna be. Who I wanna be? Well, to help you understand that, I gotta take you back. Before my little joy ride I took through space and time, to the day that changed everything...

His birthday was filled with his friends and loved ones...all 9 of them. He had been mingling with the guests, when he happened upon his roommate. Blind Al seemed a little jittery.

"Want to do some cocaine?"

"Hey!" The merc insisted, "cocaine is the one thing that Feige said is off-limits."

"What about Bolivian marching powder?"

"They know all the slang terms. They have a list."

"Even snowboarding?" Wade nodded.

"Even disco dust."

"White girl interrupted?" Blind Al's brows furrowed.

"Even Boris bump," Wade affirmed sadly.

"Poker show?"

"I wouldn’t even try powdered donuts."

The woman tried one last-ditch effort. "Do you want to build a snowman?"

Devastated as he looked to Althea, his shoulders fell. "YES...but I CAN'T." With that, he got up from the chair that he had been sitting in and retreated from the woman that was essentially his live-in mother, heading over to the snack table...and coincidentally, over to where Anya stood. He was honestly shocked that she had even wanted to attend his birthday party. His best guess as to a motive was PITY. His heart ached and his throat felt tight as he got closer to her, until he was standing beside her. Gathering up all of his nerve, he spoke.

"Thanks for comin'," Wade told her genuinely, if not a little stiffly from his rampant anxiety. "How's uh...how's work? You still traveling to exotic, distant lands? Meeting exciting, unusual people and killing them?"

[dustofthedailylife]

Hey! Sorry to enter your asks again. The Roommate AU is too enjoyable, it practically has me brimming with ideas.

Let's crank the chaos up a notch: the boy meeting Y/N's parents. Imagine their parents came to town to surprise their child at the house. The boys now are going to be fighting not only for Y/N's affection, but for Y/N's parents. They definitely would be trying to one up each other throughout the visit to try and impress/charm their parents the most.

[-> Roommate AU brainrots]

Hiii! Please never be sorry for sending asks &lt;3 And oh my god, chaos is incoming indeed.

Alhaitham is the one to open the door, since Kaveh goes into hiding the minute he hears the doorbell ring. After all, no one is allowed to find out that he is living here as well.

After they introduce themselves as your parents though Kaveh makes sure to come out of hiding again and joins everyone in the living room. Might be a good idea to get acquainted with your parents after all. He can't let Alhaitham steal the spotlight once again.

You are still attending a lecture at the Akademiya so you aren't at home when your parents arrive.

Now imagine, your parents never saw either of the two men and only know their names through the letters you sent home. So your mother decides to try to break the ice and addresses Alhaitham first...

"I assume you must be Kaveh? We heard a lot about you already, it's great to be able to finally be able to put a face to the name. I must say, you look like a hardworking and handsome young man.

The room falls so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Kaveh is quiet because you seem to have told your parents about him a lot already. But your mother mixed him up with Alhaitham and called him handsome in his place.

And Alhaitham is quiet because your mother just called him handsome and hardworking - which sounds like an approval from mom herself; while simultaneously thinking he is Kaveh who you've talked about in your letters already.

So both have received some sort of praise from your mother while being roasted by her at the same time, and she is entirely oblivious.

Archons, when are you coming home??

[kikiswriting7]

Take a Chance ✵ JJK ✵ MYG - 1

✵ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

✵Summary: Y/N just move across the world to start her University. She is paired with a roommate who is complete social butterfly and makes a bet, Y/N needs to take more chances. And at the hint of her new found friend, her social and romantic life take a dramatic turn.

✵Tags/Warnings: Smut, College AU, red flag, sexual tension. angst, dirty talking, drinking, friends with benefits, full of cliches, friends to lover, swearing

✵Notes: Hi Guys this is my first time posting my story on Tumblr! I will be cross posting on AO3 if you prefer that platform! Maybe it will be nice posting here so I can keep you guys updated more easily! Let me know if you like it !! :)

CHAPTER 1 - LEAP INTO THE UNKNOWN

Moving to a new country had been a daunting adventure from the start. With my entire support system living on the other side of the world navigating the first week of university life in a foreign land seem like an uphill battle. Yet, here I was, embarking on this journey of self-discovery in a sea of uncertainty.

Apparently, Thursday nights were the start of an early weekend, and as this is the first Thursday after classes had started, the night was alive with the promise of excitement. House parties dotted the entire neighborhood, begging the passers to shed their inhibitions and embrace the spirit of youthful abandon. Gabi, my roommate, is wasting no time in dragging me along to what she states is her “best friends” party – a term I can only imagine she uses loosely, considering she just met them.

“C’mon Y/N, you’ll have fun too!” Gabi wrapped her arms around my shoulders as we made our way down the street, the pulsating beats of music guiding our way. “You gotta live a little girl! Take some questionable chances!”

Even though already halfway intoxicated, Gabi’s enthusiasm was infections, however I can't help but worry about the trouble her reckless proposition might invite. “So I should just roll the dice on whether I will manage to arrive back to our dorm in one piece? How the hell do you even do it?” I question her, struggling to keep her upright on the uneven pavement.

But Gabi is unphased by almost falling face first into the pavement. “Let’s do a bet!” She exclaimed. Oh God here it comes “If I see that you are holding back I’ll scream “DICE!” and you need to roll with it and take the chance”

“Gabi, it’s not a bet if I don’t win anything from it, you are just telling me to do probably something stupid.” I retorted, bracing myself for inevitable chaos that awaited for me.

Before I can protest further, a voice called out from the front door, drawing Gabi’s attention away. Hopefully she will soon forget about this conversation and just party her way through the night.

Arriving at the house, she basically jumps in the arms of the man standing there and gives him a tight hug. “Y/N this is Jin! Jin this is Y/N! She is my roommate and he is already a third year student, yada yada yada. Presentations done. Let’s go party!!” she says that too fast to basically even matter but he still takes the time to give a small greeting smile before entering the house first. Gabi pulls my hand to come with her but before we fully enter, she turns around “who said you will not win anything from it?” and winks before pushing people out of her way.

Iside the house, the scene is more chaotic then it seemed from the outside. There is a blend of dim lights, sticky floors and rancous laughter coming from the beer bong table set up in one of the corners of the room. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and anticipation as I follow Gabi’s lead into the heart of the party,

Gabi made her way into the kitchen to grab something that would increase the level of alcohol in her blood, but not like she is needing it. She is tiny, but she drinks like a professional. I, on the other hand, am a very light weight, but no way close to being drunk enough to handle this party by myself.

I wouldn’t say the party was bad, I see some people from classes that we took through the week and exchanged a few words through the week. You end up in a small group with Eli, who is also from the new semester you recognized, Gabi and Jin. Jin is funny, his easygoing demeanor and infection laughter is putting me at ease, if only for a moment. Until he handed tops my cup with more wine and says “I think it’s time for some beer pong.”

“I’m not drunk enough for this, guys” I protest weekly, eyeing the table.

“and you will never be unless you play” Eli laughs

“I have never even played this before…”

“Lets do it like this, since its duos Gabi goes with Eli, and you go with me. Trust me I’ve been doing for three years; we can do this!” and lifts my own hand to high five him. The girls already excited to be playing a drinking game, are giggling making their way to the table and set up their side.

“You know how the rules work right? Just aim the ball in the cup if it goes in, they drink!” he then hands you one of the ping pong balls and says louder “the loser has to take shots!” Ok, so let’s not loose. The first ball that you throw goes in and Jin makes a bigger deal than what it is and gives you a massive high five. “I though you never played this before!” Gabi screams from the other end laughing before taking a big sip from her cup. You are at a point that now both you and Jin are screaming and hugging if one of you gets the ball in, attracting some looks to the table.

“Let’s go Jin, no pressure but this is our win! Only one left!!” I try to hype him up, and jump from side to side waiting for this throw. The game was intense and was one cup versus one cup and now, after so many big gulps of your drink, you just wanted to win.

Everyone is holding their breath, and once he’s about to throw someone drops a bottle and it splatters on the floor taking away his concentration. He misses the shot.

The girls on the other end immediately throw their shot and it goes in.

“This is not fair! I lost my concentration!” He immediately jumps and points to the table.

“We need another shot! Was not fair!”  You add on to his complains.

“Besties, the only shot you are getting is tequila, since we WON! HA” Gabi laughs and does her victory dance with Eli. Rolling your eyes you follow them to the corner of the living room where a small table had random drinks. “What are you staring at Eli? ” You casually ask while Gabi is pouring your shot “Hey! That’s enough! That’s why more than a shot!”

“Oops” she giggles

“Ok, Don’t look now but there’s this guy sitting at the kitchen counter, I think he’s also from our semester, and he’s so cute! I noticed him looking while we were playing beer pong and, oh my god, I want him” she loudly whispers. And as if she said, “look now!” all three of us search for the man sitting in the kitchen counter. He was surrounded by people and was making everyone laugh. It was like he was the sun, and the rest were pulled into his orbit.

And all three of you, each receive a slap on the arm from Eli and snap all of you out from staring at the man.  “Oohh! Someone has a crush!” Jin replies winning him another slap on the arm “yeah he’s also new,  His name is JungKook, he lives in the same house as me. We can walk over there and you can talk to him, if you want” he adds on.

“Oh my god, you are an angel! Now both of you, drink! Drink!” you roll your eyes and laugh and as an instinct you look the direction of the man you were just talking about, and you lock eyes. He basically stares into your soul. Fuck, he was cute. And he was hot. Very hot. For some reason you cannot stop staring back and he gives a side grin that makes your heart skip a beat while you take your shot.

The act seems to be gone unnoticed by your friends as they already were changing the subject and dragging you along somewhere. When you realize they where they were going. They were going straight to Mr Hot guy. Fuck. You quickly turn to Jin, as the other two were giggling ahead making their way closer and closer.

 “Uh where are going? I thought we were fine where we were…” he drops his arm around your shoulder and pulls you a bit closer “Gabi took a bet with Eli that she needed to go talk to him and if she did she would buy her coffee for a week. And, as I know them, she said “yeah why not””

He made way and went to say hi to his friends who are here and introduce the girls and me. Jesus what was in the water they were drinking? Looking around you could only notice that all the boys that are here are actually really pretty. The beauty real state in this 3sqm space was through the roof. Even Jin is pretty, you came to notice. Each of the guys introduced themselves. Jimin, is the one with blond hair and Taehyung said something in his ear that made the first one laugh. Then there is Namjoon who just casually smiled and went back to being busy going through his phone. And there was him, who while you were saying niceties to the others has a burning stare to your face.

“I am JungKook nice to meet you” he stated while he jumped off the kitchen counter with such ease that the movement was smooth, like he did this a million times. And honestly, wouldn’t be surprised if he actually did.  Gabi talked first taking his attention and introduced herself. You both had unconsciously grabbed Eli, one from each side, and when he turns back at me and is going to speak, I say first, “and this is Eli!” giving Gabi the opening to pinch her side for her to speak, but a squeak comes out first. It also earns Gabi a side eye.

“Hi I think we are in the same semester! I really like your tattoos!” She points out to his arm.

“I’ll go get some more wine” You gesture to Gabi she nods. I will definitely use this as an opportunity to run away from this uncortable situation. You make your way to the small area with the drinks to fill your cup with more wine, when Gabi suddenly shows up next to you. “Girl why are you taking so loooong. I hate third wheeling.”  She complains taking the cup out of your hand and taking a sip.

“You were not third wheeling, and I was not taking long, I literally just left” I state removing her little claws from my drink  “ besides, you had like 5 hot guys around you”

“First of all, ew, Jin is like a brother, JK is occupied someone else,” she winks “Joon could care less if I dropped dead in front of him, and the other two barely spoke a word to us. Therefore, I rather be with you. Second, don’t forget we still have a bet. I need to find a questionable decision for you tonight” all you can do is sigh. I find it incredible how she basically just met half of these people and is already on nicknames.

“You know what, I think I need a smoke. Come outside with me.” She doesn’t even give you the time to respond and is already dragging me with her to the backside of the house before I could even respond.

We slip away from the crowded room, where I lean the side of my shoulder against the wall while Gabi lits up the cigarette that she’d snagged from a random girl that was going back inside.“I think I’m going to leave soon Gabi”I say, my exhaustion and the buzz of the alcohol making me feel unsteady. “I am super tired and a little bit drunk. Maybe we should leave together?”

Before Gabi could reply, a voice, not entire unfamiliar, interrupts her, a hand resting lightly on the low of my back. Startled, I stumble a feet backward, hitting against the man. Turning around quickly I find myself face to face with Jungkook.

“Sorry to startle you” he says with a soft smile, his presence both comforting and disconcerting at the same time.

Unable to find my own voice, I turn to Gabi, whose mischievous grin is way too telling. With a final drag of her cigarette, she simply says “Dice…” with a very dramatic and theatrical pause, and adds “I love you, but I’m going to go find Jin. I’m so not ready to go home yet. Catch you later!” With a wink, she dissapears back into the ongoing party.

“So, Dice… You are also new to school I’ve heard.” He asks, his tone friendly but flirty.

“Oh, you’ve been asking around about me?” I blurted out. And I immediately regret my lack of filter. It must definitely is the alcohol. No, more drinking around cute men, I scold myself. Focus.

“Maybe a little” he admits with a chuckle “So, why Dice?”

“Gabi thinks I should roll the Dice and take more chances” The words slipping out of my mouth before I could stop them. Why cant I be quiet for five seconds?

He wrinkled his nose and laughed. Taking step closer while I instinctively took a step back, only to find myself trapped between him and the wall. Determined to not show any weakness, I arch an eyebrow and stare at him defiantly.  

Seemingly unfazed, he takes this as a challenge and leans closer. I guess two can play this game.

“Why don’t you take more of those then?” He asks and the scent of his cologne is intoxicating. I have to fight the urge to not bury my nose on his collar. No, I must actually be going clinically insane. What the hell am I even thinking?

Before things could escalate, I quickly slip away from the place that I was being cornered not two seconds ago, making a hasty retreat. “It was nice talking to you Jungkook, but I am so tired” I fake a yawn as I back away towards the door.

All I got from him was a puzzled and amused look as a reply. So as I turn around to enter and collide straight on another dude. Equally handsome and equally well-scented as JungKook. What the hell is up with these people?

“I’m so sorry! Didn’t mean to run into you!” I stammered, doing my best to make sure I hadn’t spilled anything on him.

“Hey, its ok! Don’t worry about it!  Are you ok?” He asks concerned etched into his face. Meanwhile I can still feel Jungkook checking the interaction from where I left him so I couldn’t help but quickly glance at him. He looked…worried?

“I’m fine I, uh, just need to find my friends.” I reply, eager to escape Jungkooks scrutiny” I think it’s time to go home”

“Then let me help you find them yeah? I’m also searching for my friends, kind of done with this party anyway.” He offers and offers me to lead the way.

As we navigate through the rooms that were thumping with the bass of the songs, I cannot shake the weird feeling JungKook left me with. Great. He’s probably going to make fun of me to all his friends now.

“So, what’s your name?” The guy asks closer to me.

“Y/N and yours?” I say looking back over my shoulder

“Yoongi” he just says casually. “so, are you friends with Jungkook?”

“Well friends is a strong word. We just met because of friends in common, I guess. Do you know Jin? He probably knows where my roommate is so we can go home…” you inquire to him.

“Oh, yeah.” He says after a short pause, connecting the dots of the people we are talking about  “Are you roommates with Gabi?” He motions to more or less her height. Why doesn’t he sound like he’s going to deliver good news?

“Yeah, I have the feeling we are talking the same Gabi, so yes, I am.” And you brace for impact.

“Yeah I saw Jin leave with her, I guess to take her home. She got way to drunk way to fast, I guess. They had another girl with them trying to convince her to go.” Yup, sounds like them.

“Yeah she’s tiny but she drinks like a dude that’s 1,90. I’ve never seen anything like it” You laugh looking back at him. His hand rests reassuringly on my back. Nothing like the flirtatious touch of JungKook.

“Let’s get you home. It’s a boring party anyway.”

As Yoongi and I walk together towards my apartment, the night air feels cool against my skin, in stark contrast with the Hot and Humid atmosphere of the house we were in. The breeze caries the faint scent of spring. The moon and the street lamps casting a soft glow over the streets, and any other noises seems to fade as we lose ourselves in conversation.

We talked about everything and nothing, our words weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and dreams. Despite the weight of our respective parental expectations lingering in the background, we managed to keep the mood light, peppering our conversation with laughter and playful banter.

"I'm majoring in Business because it's what my parents want," I confess, feeling a pang of guilt for admitting it out loud. "But sometimes I wonder if it's what I really want."

Yoongi nodds in understanding, his expression sympathetic. "I get that. I'm doing music production, but my parents are absolutely against it. They think it's just a hobby, not a real career." He looks sad while kicking a stone out of the way.

His words resonate with me, and for a moment, I feel seen by him. We are both struggling to reconcile our own desires with the expectations placed upon us by others.

"Cheers to a fun ride," Yoongi said, raising his cup of water in a mock toast, a wry smile playing on his lips.

I clinked my cup against his, returning his smile with a grateful one of my own. Despite the uncertainties that lay ahead, there was a sense of camaraderie between us, a shared understanding that we were in this together.

The walk passed quicker than I would've liked, and before I knew it, we were standing in front of my apartment building. I turned to face him, the warmth of his presence filling me with a strange sense of comfort.

"Thanks for keeping me company," I said, feeling a rush of gratitude toward him for making the journey home less lonely.

"No problem. Who else would've fought off the wolves for you?" he jokes, his laughter echoing in the quiet night air.

I chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through me at his playful banter. "Guess I would've been a late-night snack without you."

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "No worries. Here to fight any wolves or ghouls. Just give me a call. See you around, Y/N."

As he began to walk away, a sudden impulse seized me, and before I could stop myself, the words spilled from my lips. "How would you know who to call if you can't even contact me?"

To my surprise, Yoongi turned back, a playful grin on his lips as he pulled out his phone and handed it to me. "You could always try the light signal in the sky, but I think this would be easier" he quipped, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I couldn't help but smile as I entered my number into his phone, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of staying in touch with him. "Talk to you later," I said, handing back his phone before turning to head inside.

His low voice still echoing in my head, the elevator ascends toward my floor, reality crashing back in. Gabi had disappeared, leaving me stranded at a party I never wanted to attend in the first place. Jin's note confirmed my suspicions,

“ Hey, I left Gabi and Eli sleeping in her room. They were quite drunk. I hope you are feeling ok. Sorry to not go find you. Gabi just blacked out and had to carry her home. Let me know if you need help with anything. My phone number is in the back. -Jin”

I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him.

After a soothing shower to wash away the remnants of alcohol, I settled into bed, reaching for my phone. Sure enough, Yoongi had messaged me, and I couldn't resist staring at his profile picture, a pang of longing stirring within me. His dark long hair falling over in an arch over his forehead, a pair of large headphones hanged over his neck, and he was serious staring at the camera, as if bothered for the person taking his picture. He actually looked very cute, even though he seemed not so happy with the situation.

I quickly remind myself to snap out of it. This was no time for silly crushes. Yoongi might not even find me attractive, and I am getting ahead of myself. With a sigh, I set my phone aside, determined to focus on the present and deal with the complexities of tomorrow when they arrived.

The sudden ping of my phone jolted me back to being awake, the bright screen cutting through the darkness of the room. Blinking groggily, I read the message from Jungkook, confusion clouding my thoughts. Why is he texting me at 3 a.m., and how had he gotten my number?

"Hey,"

the message reads.

"I got your number from the new semester group chat. Sorry if it's weird."

My mind is racing with questions, but before I could formulate a response, another message appeared.

"I was wondering. Do you guys want to go somewhere on Saturday?"

I stare at the screen, feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity. Is this the same Jungkook who had cornered me against the wall just  a few hours ago, his gaze intense? What changed?

Honestly, I don’t think its best best to reply immediately, hes definetly drunk, he might delete the messaged by morning and I can pretend I never saw them. I set my phone aside, right now, sleep is calling my name, and I had no intention of ignoring it.

The next morning brought with it a rude awakening, quite literally, as I find Gabi and Eli sitting at the foot of my bed, their voices chattering away in the early morning light.

Groaning, I pull the blanket over my head, hoping to retreat back into the comforting embrace of sleep. "Gabi, aren't you supposed to be dying right now?" I mumble, my voice muffled by the fabric.

But Gabi was undeterred, yanking the blanket off my face with a mischievous grin. "Oh, great, you're awake! We've been waiting all morning for you," she exclaims, her excitement palpable.

I can’t  help but roll my eyes, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as Gabi bounds off the bed to fetch me coffee. "Aren’t you guys supposed to be dying?" I quipped, my words laced with mock incredulity.

As Gabi returned with a steaming cup of coffee, I begrudgingly sat up, preparing myself for the barrage of questions I knew was coming. “Yes we are dying.” She sit back at her spot. “Dying to know what happened last night! Spill it," Gabi demanded eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Sighing, I recount the events of the previous night, downplaying the encounter with Jungkook as I can feel the somewhat sad gaze from Eli.

"And that was it? How did you get home? Someone told me you left with a guy," Gabi pressed, her curiosity piqued.

I shrugged nonchalantly, taking another sip of coffee. "Oh, that? Yeah, while I was trying to ditch Jungkook, I accidentally bumped into this other guy, and he offered to walk me home," I explained, glossing over the details.

But Gabi and Eli are not even close to satisfied with my vague answers, their raised eyebrows and pointing questions forcing me to divulge more than I want to. "Also, Jungkook texted me saying that he wanted to go out and do something on Saturday with us," I add reluctantly under my breath, bracing myself for Gabi's inevitable excitement.

Sure enough, Gabi practically leaps off the bed, her enthusiasm infectious. "BESTIE AND YOU ONLY SAY THAT NOW?" she exclaims, her excitement bubbling over.

Rolling my eyes, I couldn't help but smile at her antics. "Yeah, well, at least I’m saying it now," I muttered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I guess since he and Eli hit it off last night he might have been to shy to ask her out directly so he messaged me to know”

Eli takes that as her cue to turn bright pink “I mean I saw you guys talking and laughing last night, so I guess that’s why” I say reassuringly at her.

But Gabi isnt deterred, already brainstorming plans for the weekend outing. Despite my reluctance, I couldn't help but want to help my new friend go out with her crush.

“would you like me to try to set up the thing?” I ask Eli casually.

“Honestly, I think it would be nice? He was so sweet the entire time. I think I have a light crush on him…” Obviously that she does, just the mention of him she her face turns the color of a strawberry.

Unlocking my phone, I quickly type out a reply to Jungkook, confirming our plans for Saturday. before you press send, Gabi, who is basically climbing over your shoulder to see the message adds,

“And tell him that we are having pre drinks at our place!” you just side eye her but type the message anyway. As I press send, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me.

Gabi and Eli practically lunges for my phone as soon as it pinged with a response, their excitement palpable. And as I watched their faces light up with joy, I couldn't help but feel grateful for their friendship and the unexpected adventures that lay ahead.

“Happy?” I trying to sound bored.

“Yes omg you are such a good friend!” she hugs you pulling Eli into the hug as well.

They are both laughing and slapping each other giving each other tiny little shrieks.

“He said” gabi clears her voice and puts a much lower tone “yeah sounds great. I’ll come by at 8 to your place. Send me the address later. See you soon” 

“Ok, now please leave. Today is our first weekday without any classes, and I intend to ride out my hangover," I declare, sinking back into bed with a groan. But before I can fully relax, Eli chimes in.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot. Someone left this in front of the door," she says, pointing to the bottle of medicine for hangovers on the nightstand, a little note still attached that I completely missed.

"Ohhh, was this the mysterious boy..." Gabi begins, but I cut her off, physically dragging both of them out and closing the door to my room behind me.

Taking a deep breath, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation tinged with apprehension. This is going to be an intense year, that much is certain. Reaching for the little note, I read, "Thought you might need this to fight off those hangover monsters. -Y."

So, it's from him. With a smile, I pick up my phone to text him.

                                         "You really didn't have to, you know?

"Yeah, I know, but couldn't let you fight that hangover alone."

                                          "It's not even that bad. Don't be so dramatic,"

I reply, even though I know it's a blatant lie. Yes, it's bad, but he doesn't have to know that I'm such a lightweight.

"Yeah, sure, tell yourself that if it makes you feel better about it,"

he teases, and I can't help but chuckle.

                                 "Thank you, anyway. Coffee does the trick most of the time though."

"Noted," 

"And it's my pleasure,"

He adds, and with that, our conversation comes to an end. I feel a warmth spread through me at his thoughtfulness. He doesn't send anything else for the rest of the day, and I don't dare to say anything else either.

Now, all that occupies my mind is the meeting with Jungkook tomorrow, which I really don't want to have at my house. But that's a problem for tomorrow. Today, I'm content to nurse my hangover and enjoy the peace and quiet of my room.

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Esme and Carlisle fight about discuss his motivations to change Rosalie.

twilight advent calendar day seven: Choose one Twilight couple (or an AU ship) and tell us about an argument they've had. How did they resolve it in the end? (prompts here) content warnings: references to sexual assault & domestic abuse.

June 1933. 

Esme sat on the back porch step, keenly aware her freshly styled hair was frizzing in the evening rain but lacking all motivation to go back inside. She would have been thrilled about the project at any other point in her life, a mansion that desperately needed life breathed back into it. She should have been content for years exploring the rooms upon rooms of things to do, planning her restoration, and studying the hundreds of years of history haunting the halls. Yet, the hastiness of the move, and the chaos brought by their new unexpected discontented roommate, meant she loathed what her husband believed was a gift. 

The back porch was as far as she could go, the vast wilderness she once spent days hiding in was strictly forbidden. The newest housemate refused to be left alone with anyone but Esme and was too new to their way of life to be left alone completely. Esme should have taken it as a compliment and not the death sentence she had come to regard it as. 

She heard the back door creak open — a reminder she still needed to oil that hinge — before she detected her husband, her inhuman senses overpowered by her inhuman imagination. 

“Hello,” he said, heavy footsteps walking across the porch, she could hear the oak creak under his boot. The porch would need to be replaced, or removed, which was fine it was a horrific addition, not the only one she had faced in recent months. 

“You are home early,” she observed. 

“I am an hour later than usual,” he responded, taking a seat next to her, the porch groaned, probably termites. 

She blinked, it was awfully dark was it not? “Oh, I must have been in my own mind, I did not realize it was so late.” She moved to stand — begrudgingly preparing herself to mediate whatever conflict had arisen in her mere hours alone — but his hand around her arm stopped her. 

“Please don't rush off, I feel I have barely been able to look at you without someone threatening to harm me these past few months,” her husband said in a manner he must have believed to be charming. 

She sighed, their home had been… tense, to put it politely. Although it was largely due to his own’s action. He was correct, they had not had a meaningful conversation since April. They had briefly run into each other in hallways, or spent mornings playing chess in the living room but always with an audience, and the understanding they could not speak freely. That moment, although lacking the privacy they typically preferred, was the closest they had gotten to a moment alone in months. 

“Edward is simply worried, perhaps a tad mad, but mostly worried,” Esme explained. “You know how he gets.” 

“He is not the one I am frightened of," Carlisle laughed, his hand landing on her thigh. "I am afraid she will bite my head off every time I touch you."

She attempted to laugh along but even she thought it sounded wrong.

Frightened. She chewed the word, turning the tone he had used over in her mind, it had flowed so naturally. As if the scared teenager currently listening to every word they said from the second story did not have every right to be terrified. 

“She is scared, it is not her fault,” Esme said, wrapping her arm around him.

“She could tone it down a notch,” her husband scoffed, “even Edward was not this aggressive .” 

“Edward had the flu,” Esme said before she could think better of it. She knew better than to talk back, especially weaponizing what was a traumatic experience of her son’s. ‘I am sorry, sweetheart. I did not mean it dismissively, I know that was horrific, I was trying to provide him perspective,’ Esme thought to the boy who was undoubtedly eavesdropping. She could hear the muffled first ten seconds of her favorite composition and knew she was forgiven. 

“You reacted far better,” Carlisle countered. “You have been through similar," he said quietly enough it would be barely heard by those in the house.

“I had wished for death. I recognized you. I did not have my life ripped away,” Esme said. Why was he refusing to understand? 

“Edward had his life ripped away, as did I.” 

“Not at the hands of someone you loved.” 

“I understand that, love, but—” 

“Do you?” 

Carlisle recoiled at her tone, but followed it by a tight lipped smile. “Are you alright? This is uncharacteristic for you,” he said in his familiar “doctor” tone, comforting, patronizing, a tone that meant to convey ‘I am an authority.’ 

“I apologize,” Esme said, squeezing his forearm lovingly, “I have had a long day.” 

The words burned as she heard herself say them. How many unnecessary apologies was she destined to give when a husband of hers disagreed with her conduct? No, the two were nothing alike. 

He smiled forgivingly, nodding in understanding. His hand, large and cold, wrapped around the back of her head, fingers through her hair. She flinched, he frowned and withdrew. 

“I apologize,” Esme said, like one of Edison’s eerie dolls fated to echo the same sentiment until their wax record wore out. 

“Does she know about?” He asked, dropping his voice to a whisper, gesturing with his hand rather than say the name they danced around as if it was a curse.  

“Charles?” Esme asked, speaking at her regular volume, he winced but nodded. “You can say his name. He is not the Prince of Denmark.” 

“Macbeth was attempting to be the King of Scotland. Hamlet is the Prince of Denmark,” Carlisle corrected her attempt at levity. 

“Yes, I have told her about Charles. Not every detail but many.” 

“Do you think reliving that has caused this?” He asked delicately, once again gesturing, this time to her, referencing her previous tone. Heaven forbid she speak frankly to him. 

“It did not seem fair that I knew every detail about the worst night of her life, under no account of her own, and she knew nothing of mine.” 

“You did not have to share anything with her. That is your story to tell how, and when you choose.” 

“Carlisle, I know far too well how dreadful it is to be alone reliving that pain, feeling completely out of control of your life.” 

“You felt alone back then?” 

“Of course.” 

His only response was a hmmph. She had hinted at this compliant many times over the years but had never said it in so few words.

Esme took the silence as an opportunity to continue speaking about the topic they had silently agreed to dance around. “I have been thinking about Ch- him a lot lately.” She noticed the way his nails dug into his palm, his glare at a puddle forming in the backyard, and yet she persisted, albeit less confidently. “I think… perhaps, I buried a lot of my memories in an attempt to move through it, and to not upset you two, but now it is all bubbling back up.” 

“You do not have to discuss anything you do not wish to. No matter how much she pries.” 

“She does not pry. I share willingly, I am thinking about him anyways, I figure I might vocalize some of it.” 

“I apologize. She should not be forcing you to think of that thing.” 

Esme considered her next move carefully. Very rarely did she challenge him blatantly, and never in front of others, but this seemed far more important than anything they had ever disagreed about previously and privacy seemed extinct.

“You brought home a young woman bloody and nude, who had been…” she swallowed the venom that felt like bile rising in her throat at her next word, “raped and beaten by her fiancé and his friends. You decided she should be frozen in that moment for the rest of eternity, and you do not believe I am going to naturally think about my husband and his?” 

“His friends?” Carlisle stammered, one hand in a fist, the other gripping his knee. 

“Do not act as if I have had complete permission to share freely about what went on in that house. You have torn a hole in your pants in your anger.” 

He glanced down at his knee where his nails had shredded the slacks. “Do you expect me to enjoy hearing about him? To revel in...picturing what he did?” 

“No,” she said definitively placing her hand softly on his torn pant knee, “but I lived it and sometimes I can not ignore that it happened.” 

“His friends?” He asked again, quietly. 

“We do not have to discuss it,” she said softly, squeezing his knee comfortingly. 

“No, you want to. Please, tell me every gory detail,” he practically spat. 

“Carlisle.” 

“I apologize my tone was inappropriate” he said, in only a slightly softer tone. 

The couple fell into an uncomfortable silence, punctuated by raindrops on brick. 

“Why did you change her?” Esme asked minutes later. 

“We have been over this before. She was far too young to die, I knew she was beyond the realm of medicine.” 

“You see young people die all the time. You see young beautiful women die often, I am not jealous enough to suggest that was the motivator. Why not any of them?” 

“This was different.” 

“Why?” He did not respond, she pressed further. “Why this young woman who had been through such familiar horrors? Why did you feel compelled to save her? Why not a woman like her forty years ago? Why now?"  

Her husband did not respond, but he met her eyes briefly, his mouth turning into a frown, and he abruptly looked away. It was confirmation enough. 

“That is what I was afraid of,” Esme muttered. It felt as if someone had punched her in the gut. She had suspected this was at least partly his motivation from the moment she pieced together what had happened to the girl. His needless guilt had been a topic of discussion on a number of occasions, had made him act irrationally more than once, but this… was too far. 

They fell back into silence, her hand on his knee drawing mindless shapes but it felt more like a rehearsed gesture than a sign of affection.

He moved one arm as if to wrap it around her shoulders but pulled it back to his body before ever touching her. 

“You could not save me,” Esme said quietly. It was truth they had never acknowledged but both knew. “You believe you could not save me because you left, correct?” 

“It is the truth.” 

“But I was not a victim," Esme said plainly.

“Es-” 

“No,” she said, moving the hand on his knee to his jaw, pulling his face to look at her. She shifted on the stair to face him directly. “Listen to me, please. I married him. I stayed with him for years. I chose not to knock him over the head with a frying pan and feed him to my father’s pigs. I chose to stay in our home when he was gone for a year. I chose him. A thousand times over.” 

“I do not understand what you are trying to say.” 

“Even if you were there, even if you had known what he did, you could not have done anything.” The hand on his face moved to his upper arm. 

“But I cou—” 

“No. If you had given me a choice, I would not have chosen you. I believed that was the life I was supposed to live. I would have chosen him, every single time. Do you understand me?” 

“Do you… love him?” Carlisle asked, frowning as if the words burned. 

“Don't be foolish, you know I do not," she scoffed, “I never did. But I was not brave, I would not have chosen to escape even if for some reason you were there and offered. The only reason I left was because I had too. You did not fail to save me.” 

“You do not know that. If I coul—” 

“Carlisle, no. What happened in my life, is no one’s fault but Charles’ and mine. You are not to blame.” 

“But if I had—” 

“This is not about you!” Esme exclaimed harshly.

He gulped.

"What I went through had nothing to do with you. What happened to her had nothing to do with you. The only way you are involved is because you changed someone because you felt guilty over what you could not prevent me from going through?” She finally asked. 

He looked away from her, eyes focused on their feet. 

“I do not believe I thought of it that rationally in the moment,” he said slowly, “But logically, yes, that was probably a motivating factor.” 

“Do you understand the position that puts me in?” 

“I do now, yes.” 

“Do you understand the position she is in?” 

“I never intended -” 

“I know,” she said earnestly, leaning forward so she could look him in the eye. “You never intend. I do not say this to hurt you, love. I do not say this to make you feel guilty, but I need you to understand the consequences this has had, for all of us.” 

He bit his bottom lip, a jerky little nod. “I do,” he muttered. He turned, she thought to avert her gaze, but instead his head dropped on her shoulder. 

She wrapped her arms around him as she felt his frame shake, “I do,” he trembled, no louder than a breeze. 

[moles-hideout]

Norton Campbell x Male! S/o college au!

Tw: Hints of NSFW, fighting (not really but still)

Tags: College au, Established Roommates, Established relationship, Fluff, Crack

A/N: This just very self indulgent tee hee :3

You and Norton have been best friends since Junior high. You two had been together through thick and thin, no matter what life threw at you. You two were inseparable, having each other's back at any time. (Even bailing Norton out of jail once but shhh)

To be clear, Norton is not someone who can be easily approached due to his infamous extreme mood swings but no one would have ever imagined that Norton would have a lover up until now. It felt almost natural for the both of you though. No matter what challenges you two face, you both always find a way support and uplift each other. You've celebrate many achievements together and provide a shoulder to lean on during tough times. The loyalty and care you two have for each other can never be replicated so easily.

Currently, you both graduated with a bang, got into your dream college and are now living in the dorms as roommates. Both of you having shared countless adventures and secrets through out your lives and ever since living together, it made the two of you even closer, to see each other's quirks and flaws. The other students really question if you two are just roommates or an old married couple.

Inside the dorm room, it's covered in a colorful mess of post-it notes with sweet messages, silly doodles, and inside jokes. It's their way of communicating and brightening each other's days. And in random occasions, you two leave love notes that are hidden in the most unexpected and odd places, like inside shoes or inside the cereal, keeping the romance alive in your everyday lives.

One of your favorite things about living together is the silly and weird traditions you two created. From weekend movie marathons to impromptu Mario kart competitions in the living room. Not to mention the endless prank war you two have, from putting plastic bugs in the shower to scaring each other during a scary movie, these traditions and antics have led to countless fond moments of laughter and bonding.

You two created a ridiculous number of nicknames for each other, some of which make no sense to anyone else but for you two, it's filled with love and whacky inside jokes.

Although, there are some downsides with living together. Mornings are a whirlwind of chaos as you two rush around trying to get ready for work or to class, often accidentally grabbing each other's clothes or toothbrushes in the rush.

One time, you accidentally took Norton's jacket to class and your professor (definitely not Luchino) teased you about it teehee.

We all know that Norton is frugal and thrifty, from extreme couponing to bargaining for half a prize. He wants to take you out for a dinner date in a very expensive restaurant? It now costs a fraction of what it was originally priced. Planning to go to that one very expensive amusement park? You bet your sweet ass he'll be surfing on the internet to find online discounts. "NonNon doesn't this [insert item here] cost $150?" "Oh yeah, I got a discount. I got it for $59." "I beg your pardon?-" "Then beg."

One time Norton got a call from one of your friends at the party you were attending, they've called to tell him to go pick your drunk ass up. Once he arrives, he sees you biting someone's ankle like an animal. (He had to tie you up to stop your reign of chaos.)

But your favorite part of the day, is where nighttime comes. Where the stress of the day leaves you both as a sense of peace and comfort replaces it.

There are times when words aren't necessary – just being around each other brings a sense of calm and happiness, you two find solace in each other's presence even in silence. You two can spend hours together simply reading working on their hobbies or just cuddling on the couch without needing to fill the silence with words. Sometimes, you both share vulnerable moments confess secrets and offer each other support. There's no need for words in such, for you both already know what the other is feeling after all. And it's already enough.

Hihihiiii thanks for reading my first hcs, I'm still trying to juggle school work and making hcs so please be a bit patient with me darlings! (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

[hitomisuzuya]

NSFW Venti headcanons. Aphrodisiac use. Somnophilia. Mentions of weed and alcohol use. AU. Smut

This is a gift for my dear @xxventiswindblumexx

Venti was a perverted roommate in every way.

When he put out an ad for a roommate, he stopped taking them after interviewing you.

When he first laid eyes on you, he knew you two would click sexually in every way.

He could also smell the scent of weed clinging to your clothes and your hair.

He would constantly flirt with you and make suggestive comments.

"You look bored today, y/n. Do you want to have drunk sex. We would never run out of things to do."

He would giggle and smile innocently at you. Like he could automatically sense you desired the same thing.

Venti's appearance was kept tidy, with ruffled hair.

His room on the other hand, organized chaos.

The smell of weed hung strong in the air constantly. The light was always off, his gaming computer serving as a night light. Cans of empty energy drinks littered the table.

Four hours you lay awake with Venti, talking long into the night about anything and everything.

His hands would always be roaming over your body outside your clothes.

He would giggle innocently when you started whining needy to feel his hands on your bare skin.

"I'm sorry, y/n, but I can't give you want you want. I need to make you needy enough for me to have my way with you in my own way.

His own way was slipping you an Aphrodisiac while you drinking with him one night and touching you in your sleep.

He would whisper things in your ear while he fingered and played with your cunt, making you react to his ministrations in your sleep.

"You feel and sound just I imagined."

Venti would lick his fingers, spitting on them and put them in your mouth for you to suck on eagerly.

"I always knew you would be eager to please me even while you sleep. Now time to taste you. I can't wait~"

Venti could help himself to your dripping cunt, keep your legs spread wide.

He would giggle when your body jerked from pleasure in your sleep when he licked and sucked your clit, drooling rolling down his chin.

"Mmmm, you taste like the finest wine. I would even mix your arousal cup into a glass of wine so I could taste you while I drink."

Venti would make you cry from pleasure just to lick your tears away.

He would start fucking you awake to claim you as his.

[scorpius-major]

#and they were roommates

Ft: Tighnari, ayato, scaramouche, and gn!reader

Modern Au!

In which they are your roommate and hijinks ensue gn!reader but like hints to perfume and “girly” things ig. Also mentions of a concussion and the reader getting whacked with a chair.

Tighnari

The plant mom roommate

Tighnari is THE plant roommate. Everywhere you look there’s just a potted plant. You’ll see the most exotic plants too. AND HES SO CALM ABOUT IT. like he keeps his one endangered plant in the house and you’re just like “isnt that endangered?” He pauses, mumbles “yes” and leaves the room. He takes hella good care of them tho. Nari ALWAYS uses fresh herbs and spices when he cooks. He saw store bought spices in the cabinet and literally threw them OUT THE WINDOW. Rachel Ray who? Bro got a mortar and pestle and cracks fresh pepper. But the apartment always be smelling HEAVENLY. All that basil and mint be workin wonders for air. HES SO NEAT TOO. like bro is always tidying up when he has free time. He’s also very passive when it comes to you cleaning. “Hmmm when’s the last time you tidied your room?” Nari also helps you with with anything! Work projects or uni work he’s down to do anything with you. Even if you’re not in a relationship, he’s very domestic and cuddly! Whenever you both have free time expect late nights in and movie nights! But he’s a great roommate 9/10

Ayato

The “you’re rich why the hell do you need a roommate” roommate

There’s legit no reason why this man needs a roommate. He’s rich. Sometimes you secretly think it’s because he’s a little lonely, but he always denies it. Sometimes you don’t see him around the house. Oh yeah and it’s supposed to be an “apartment” but it’s the size of a middle class townhome. He’ll always say he’s going to “clean the apartment” SIR THAT HOUSE IS PROBABY WORTH MORE THAN MY LIFE. But the house is fr ALWAYS tidy. He will not allow the house to be messy at ALL. Unlike Nari, ayato is not passive at all. He will legit just say “go clean your room now”. Like he’s your mom. And you clean it, because he’s lowkey scary. Not even to mention the fact that the entire house is decked out with designer furniture. Gucci throw pillows, and blankets that probably costs an entire college tuition. But he always spoils you! Looked at a perfume for more than two seconds? Bam it’s on your bed the next morning. Said how you were gonna buy a watch? Well now you have a Rolex. Ayato is another one who likes to cook, but he just doesn’t have much time for it. Although whenever you eat out expect high end restaurants. He says “dw, just dress casually” AND HE SHOWS UP IN A SUIT. so you’re just sitting there in like the most upscale establishment in jeans and a tshirt. Another great roommate 8.5/10

Scaramouche

the “wait I have a roommate?” roommate

Honestly neither one of y’all knew the other existed. For like the first 6 months you thought you were living alone. He did too. It wasnt until he caught you making pudding in the kitchen at 3am. It was a pretty awkward situation tbh. Like imagine your minding your own damn business in the kitchen whippin up some delicious ass pudding and this random 5’3 dude comes downstairs. Tbh I’d panic too. Y’all fr never met before. The landlord was like pretty brief and said “oh yeah btw you have a roommate” and legit that was it. So you’re bout to put the pudding in the fridge and BRO JUST HITS YOU WITH A CHAIR. FULL FORCE ON SOME WWE SHIT. you probably had a concussion but you were more concerned about why there’s a dude with a bowl cut standing in your kitchen. in the midst of all the chaos somebody ends up saying “who tf are you???” And by grace you both say “I live here who tf are you??” At the exact same time. Then you’re both just stand there like🧍🏾‍♀️🤨. Or well he’s standing and you’re sitting bc you fell over from the chair. You both clear some stuff up. The both of you make a collective decision to blame everything on the landlord. You had a roommate for 6 months and didn’t know? The fuckin landlord man. You spilled the delectable pudding on the floor? It’s that damn landlord again. This bohemian rhapsody mf wanna start talkin shit so you bring up his relationship with his mother and he starts crying? ITS THE GOD FORSAKEN LANDLORD AGAIN. You two got this like rivalry going on. On small stuff too. Who can eat their bowl of fruit loops faster. He beats your ass in Mario kart? He will not shut up about it for the next year. You beat his ass in super smash bros? You hold it against him for the next 2 years. He’s surprisingly very neat too. I feel like he can’t cook for shit tho LMAO. Bro probably burnt tf outta pasta and never cooked it again. He leaves all the cooking to you and Uber eats. 7/10 roommate.

[yerion]

jeon jungkook being perfect was a fact you could vouch for; up until he appeared to church without his dear fiancée and his chocolate coloured eyes that delineated so much kindness. the question is—why is it just you noticing his sinister differences?

pairing : jungkook x you (as jia). au(s) : vampire!jungkook, forced roommates!au, enemies to lovers!au. genres : dark romance, mutual pining, slowburn, angst, innuendos of suggestive themes.

content : you tear down jungkook’s fake front of being the most generous soul without knowing he’s an attractive yet menacing curse who lived for way too long. on days you want him to vanish, you sway at his sickly charms—and so does he.

your relationship with jungkook tied into a playlist.

previous chapter. next chapter. chapter directory. masterlist.

chapter two.

word count : 6,4k.

“can you spare some time?” jungkook now smiles in the way you expect. late for you and your suspicions. at this point, you’re just thinking—”surprise me more, jungkook.”

“coffee’s on me.” you suggest gladly. “it’s for yesterday.” 

jungkook raises a brow. “are you sure?”

“let me,” you coax. “i’d say the time is quite perfect for it.” you appeal even further as you scan your surroundings once more. everyone’s already gone to where they should be. should you be pleased that no one is near?

“undeniably a perfect time to share cups of coffee.” jungkook nods like he just bought your seduction. “sounds like a plan.”

“you said it was your first day today?” you almost confirm for yourself. this guy hosts chaos in his life; he has too many things going on. you won’t even be shocked if he confesses that he’s actually a father of two children. “how about we walk over to the café at the front? it won’t be as busy as before, so don’t worry about running late to anything.” 

“i wouldn’t have asked you if i was in a hurry.” jungkook tilts his head in amusement. “do you have somewhere to be?”

you shake your head in denial. “not exactly.”

“let’s take our time then, shall we?”

the next thing you know, you’re walking side by side with him. he’s half a head taller than you as he strides with confidence under the tender sunlight; one hand hooked onto his jean pocket, his beautifully proportioned legs leads him into taking bigger steps compared to yours. he’s more focused on the scene ahead of him rather than glimpsing at you back and forth; which is an act you’d predict from him, knowing how much of a smart conversationalist he is.

a defined jaw, cheeks full and protruded—it gives him the heavenly balance of youthfulness and masculinity. his eyes are so round and almost reflective with a glimmer, but some strands of his hair are soon going to blanket the starry stars thanks to the attractive length he’s trying to maintain—not too short; not too long.

“does that mean you studied anatomy in the past?” with a subdued voice of yours, you gently intrude his proclaimed silence.

“i unfortunately couldn’t make it further than second year of medical school.” he takes a hitched breath upon chuckling at his own failure. “but i was lucky to be acknowledged in the anatomy and physiology aspect of things, so here i am, giving out additional lectures whenever they need.”

jungkook likely excels in that too; based on the way he’s been conversing with you all this time, he’s been giving you the most detailed and thorough answers to your questions. he speaks fluidly too; he hasn’t stuttered once or spoke too fast for anyone to understand. you can imagine how he’d be when talking to the students in his room.

“everyone’s been wondering what you do.” you confess as you study the side of his face while walking under the trees. shadows envelop his pale face, and you’re no longer able to watch the subtle changes to his expression. “an educator suits you.”

“you think?” his cheekbones move upward; you assume he’s smiling. 

“definitely.”

“can i ask how you injured that ankle of yours?” jungkook’s soft, deep voice blankets your ear like warm honey; a voice full of genuine concern. you can tell he’s not asking for the extra point into his account—that much you know after experiencing a life full of tangled twists and hazardous turns. “i happened to notice on the day we met.”

“and i tried so hard to hide it.” you easily admit your defeat in a whimsical exaggeration. “is this your interest in anatomy acting up or was i just awful at acting?” tightening your lips in wonder, you narrow your eyes at jungkook’s face of contemplation. 

“i have a feeling you’re going to take back your offer on the coffee if i answer truthfully.” 

“i didn’t know you had such a side to you.” you almost scoff before chuckling at his tenuous boast about himself. you suppose he’s not wrong, since no one else noticed for the past few weeks. jimin is an exception.

jungkook stifles a laugh. “i’m sorry to disappoint you.”

outside the trees’ embrace is the café. situated beside the university fountains, the café is petite for everyone’s convenience; the smaller it is, the easier it is for the baristas to receive and submit orders. from what you see, there’s three workers today—a good headcount for the morning wave of students desperate for coffee. their laughter enlightens you; it apprises you that your guess about the rush hour is quite true.

you sigh in relief. “there’s almost nobody around.”

“is there anything in particular you like?”

“i usually go for an espresso.”

“you do?” jungkook asks in surprise when he intentionally takes a bigger step forward. now you realise he’s been trying to walk at the same speed as you this entire time. “you’re the first.” he then says once he reaches the cashier.

“first of?”

“w—what can i get you?” the cashier stutters in nervousness. all the colour in her face has flooded into her cheeks, her shoulders are tense and her fingers are curled into her palms.

is she acting like that because of jungkook?

seriously? 

like, seriously?

“we’ll have two espressos to have here, please.” with his customary smile glued to his face, jungkook swipes his card before you can even process your flabbergasted thought.

“wait—” instinctively trying to block jungkook from paying, your hand touches his at the sound of a melodic beep. your body freezes at the familiar sound, knowing it’s too late to bother, so you simply heave out a sigh of disbelief. “that was my chance.”

“how about you decide where we sit instead—” he suggests teasingly. “—after your hand wakes up.”

“i—” you immediately rip your hand off of jungkook’s. “sorry.”

jungkook nods at the cashier upon confirming the order before walking relatively out of the queue, seeing that there’s a student waiting behind. that’s another person witnessing you blatantly holding an engaged man’s hand.

jungkook is engaged.

doesn’t that mean he should be wearing a ring?

that was the left hand you just held—his cold hand—but there isn’t a ring on it.

is there a possibility for it to be on his right hand?

it’s not—that was the hand you held yesterday.

“where would you like to sit?” with the receipt slipped in between his fingers, jungkook turns to you for an answer.

“how about outside?” you suggest. “the sun’s nice, it’s shining this way.”

“shouldn’t that be the reason to avoid the sun?” jungkook shuts down your invitation adamantly; however, in the softest voice and the gentlest smile. without both, you’re sure it would’ve sounded like a warning.

“to some.” you reply vaguely for now. “we can sit over there.” you beckon towards the seat of two in front of the cake display full of creamy confectionery. it’s a place illuminated with mostly artificial light rather than natural lighting.

you know the silence he’s given you is indicative of an approval, but before you can entirely check his expression, you catch a barista approaching the counter to announce the freshly made coffees jungkook ordered just a minute ago. no doubt about it, they’re yours—judging by how small the cups are and how fast it was made.

“two espressos!”

“i’ll go.” you quickly insert. you need to remind yourself that this is not a race, but it feels as if jungkook actually started one. he isn’t good for the competitiveness you were born with.

like clockwork, everything collectively goes on like it should. you, jungkook—the two of you happened to meet out of pure coincidence today, and now, like two freakishly normal acquaintances who are on the same wavelength to maintain a conventional relationship as two catholics attending the same church, the two of you are facing each other—awkwardly—whilst sipping on espressos.

lips departing from the cup, you clear your throat before peering up decisively. “i’m curious what brought you to our church.” your face brightens; grinning heartily with your eyes in play now; they crinkle and shut tight, harmonising with the curve of your lips. “we’re quite undersized if you haven’t noticed already. that’s why you’re making such an impact in the community.”

“you’re flattering me,” jungkook breaks into a short, airy chuckle behind his cup. “but to answer your question, it was merely a suggestion. someone i know recommended your church, saying kazuha and i will be welcomed by a collective of friendly people.” he whispers, “which happened to be very true.”

his answer is so detailed yet so average. it makes complete sense to know he has to consider a friendlier environment for kazuha since she’s not quite fluent in korean, so a friend’s recommendation would be easily followed and trusted.

nothing to note there, and nothing is finding you like electricity like earlier. you could swear his silence spoke so loudly to you back there. was your instinct simply a figment of imagination?

“i assume it hasn’t been long since you moved to seoul,” you ask quietly. “is that correct?”

“i lived in greece for a while before living in busan for a few years.”

“greece,” you lower your gaze to reminisce. your daydreams were filled with overflowing desires to go to santorini one day—the thought still stands, if you really look further down in the crevices of your heart. “i didn’t expect that as an answer.”

“my parents got married there, loved it a little too much and stayed behind longer than anticipated.” jungkook chuckles deeply. “you and i both know how unpredictable life can get.”

“and you moved here because of kazuha?”

“because it all seemed to work out.” jungkook continues, “with the job opportunity of doing something i genuinely enjoy, and to live here with her. it’s much more convenient to stay in seoul if we have to go back and forth to japan as well.”

what if he really is a nice guy?

“that sounds like a dream, despite the constant moving.” bobbing your head with your lips subtly pouted, your thumb traces the curves of the porcelain cup handle. “it must’ve been scary, going from one place to another at a young age.”

jungkook sits in silence when he registers your last sentence. “it might’ve been.” he then admits emptily after a minute. the boy who possessed everything now looks so hollow.

“my father is a neurosurgeon, so he’s always away to operate. my mother is a translator for celebrities, so she’s always overseas, always living in different times.” you breathe out the tightness in your chest. “and it was scary for me, to be left alone like that—since home didn’t actually feel like home, with anyone there but myself. i figured it might’ve felt similar to your journey.”

jungkook lifts his head to smile warmly at your story. perhaps it reached him, like you wanted it to. “your childhood sounds more tough than mine, if i’m being honest.”

“it might’ve been.” you mimic his words playfully. 

jungkook sets his cup down onto the table before looking straight into your eyes. he takes you out of thought. given the definition of his gaze, you really do think twice about how much his eyes glow, albeit exceptionally dark. “you said you were significantly interested in something rather than someone.” he tilts his head in wonder, “would that be ballet?”

“it would be.” you answer honestly. “so it’s not nice being handicapped with an injury.”

“tendonitis can be healed as long as you take good care of it.”

“how did you know?” you don’t sound shocked, but your eyes widen at his scarily accurate conjecture. “can you easily tell?” 

“please don’t forget kazuha also follows your path.” jungkook grins when he alludes to his fiancée again. “she had the same problem in japan.”

“of course,” you nod understandingly. it’s no doubt that ankles are the first to go when you’re a ballerina. yet here you were, pondering if that was another mishap, since anatomists aren’t doctors or podiatrists.

“perhaps it’s your turn to tell me why you’re here,” he says. “i’ve been curious as well, since i can’t imagine what kind of business ballerinas would have at a university.”

you break into a chuckle at how naïve this smart guy can be. you felt it in the car—this guy feeds you the best chances to attack. “think harder.” you raise a brow teasingly, “this university has more than a normal university would.”

as told, jungkook indulges into deep thought. his look of contemplation shows him habitually tipping his head to the side as his orbs dive straight to the floor. at that, you become aware of his new piercings again. it’s even more noticeable now that it’s reflective.

“the dance studio.” he says after a short skip in time.

“that’s it!” you exclaim like you’ve been waiting this whole time for him to hit the bullseye. “i mean,” not only did you just notice how unnecessary it was for you to be jumping like that, but you also feel his words from before seeping into your spine. “i was only here to take a few of my belongings i left behind.”

jungkook frees an amused laugh. “i don’t bite, jia.”

instantly retreating to your cup of espresso, you take another sip before locking eyes with the guy. “j—just know that i’m taking care of myself.” you stammer in embarrassment.

“please stay away from physical activities.” jungkook leans over, both his elbows resting against his thighs when he does. “i’ll only say it once since i’d hate to be that person.”

“you’re…” you shake your head to cut yourself off. compliments will cause misunderstandings—you’ll save it. “thank you.” is all you mumble.

what if his voice changed a bit?

what if he has some new piercings?

what if he doesn’t wear an engagement ring?

what if he’s overly sensitive to sunlight?

jungkook is right, maybe it’s time for you to face the harsher truths of reality rather than fixating on foolish deceptions. there’s no need to corner such a flawless guy. this isn’t the time to allow your imagination to run wild—you’ve graduated from such thoughts. 

what did you expect to discover anyway?

pushing himself back against the chair, jungkook coincidentally stares off to the side and catches the time on the wall. “i’m afraid i’m going to have to end our time here.” he states, “can’t be late to my first class.”

“go ahead.” you reply cordially. “i’ll see you on the weekend.”

“we’ll talk again.”

at his own words, jungkook stands, flashes another grin from above before exiting the café. the barista’s gaze is glued to his back as he leaves, and so is yours. the second you watch jungkook disappear from your vision, your eyes return to the front, only for you to stop yourself from swallowing when you notice jungkook’s cup untouched. the cup is still full of black espresso, now cold from the wait.

in your hands are brand new pointe shoes yet to be broken into, and ahead of you are mirrors, enclosing you in a familiar darkness. you sit there, and only a few lights are illuminated; they’re dimmed, not cranked to their maximum brightness. it’s you that you want to see—nothing else. it’s always been like this for you, though the darkness scares you time and time again.

clenching onto your rigid pointe shoes, you stare blankly at your bandaged ankle. as much as you want to tear the damned thing off so you can slip your feet perfectly into your new pair of pale pink shoes, you just squeeze your eyes shut and sigh out to the greyed ceiling. 

will today become a mistake and a regret in the future?

there’s months left till the competition. a brief calculation of 90 days remaining until you fly out to whatever continent in europe and compete against ballerinas from different countries. 

the thought of it kills you—it crushes a bit of you inside and you’re in flames to impress, but you know days of patience is what you need rather than gruesome hours of practice.

endure it.

face it.

broken things can heal crooked, and that can’t be you.

the weekend found you like how monday would; it caught you in a blink of an eye. your weekdays felt like vacation because you were only resting at home, caring for your ankle while studying your old ballet videos. you also might’ve squeezed in bits and pieces of your favourite series here and there and maybe cooked yourself two different instant ramen cups at an ungodly hour. you overdid yourself there, but you settled down to officially declare this time as your resting period.

you exit your car, unknowingly stepping into a wet splash. the puddle below your feet pooled throughout your drive here, because after one week, the skies showered the world once more. thankfully it wasn’t as persistent as last weekend, but it was still a hindrance on your way here. cars were desperate to slow down ahead of you, and all you could do was groan behind your steering wheel while selling yourself to the sound of rain pattering against your windshield.

you frown at your partially soaked feet before shaking off any excess water stuck to your sneakers. thankfully it wasn’t your bad feet, otherwise you would’ve dealt with a wet bandage. “the rain and i definitely have issues.” you grumble to yourself.

looking ahead, you see the usual crowd of people at your church, waiting around for the doors of the church to open for today’s mass. you’re exactly on time because of the downfall earlier, so you try to walk faster to avoid the fate of being the last person entering those doors. 

when you approach the front, you wave casually to the few people recognising you first—kim jisoo, park chaeyoung and kim mingyu. 

“you could’ve taken your time.” chaeyoung’s eyebrows both collapse in concern. “shouldn’t you be taking it easy?”

you shake your head profusely to reassure chaeyoung’s restlessness. she’d always be the first to worry if anything happened to you. “i’ve been taking it way too easy.”

“have you now?” jisoo squints in scepticism. “that doesn’t sound like you at all.” 

“i have,” leaning forward into jisoo’s face, all you do is purse your lips and make a ‘tsk’ noise out of them frivolously. “you’d be surprised when you see that i’ve eaten most of the instant ramen you left behind last time.”

“really?” jisoo’s face brightens like the sun on a cloudy day when she hears that you’ve been outwardly taking care of yourself; eating what you want, sleeping as much as you want. “now i’m not worried—so, chaeng, don’t be worried.” she nods adamantly at chaeyoung.

chaeyoung huffs before smiling widely. “okay,” she dismisses softly. 

“you say something too, mingyu.” jisoo pats mingyu’s shoulder—and it’s undeniably quite a stretch for her, since mingyu definitely has some height in him. “hasn’t it been long since you last saw jia?”

“i think… it’s been a good two months?” mingyu thinks aloud. 

“hm,” you hum before cracking a laugh behind your hand. “i don’t know, you tell me. maybe it’s been three, or even one?”

“stop that,” mingyu uses his index finger to poke the centre of your forehead. you always get pushed back from this, consequently why the guy never stops. twenty more centimetres and you would’ve ran into his forehead with your own. “i went on my business trip when you won that competition.”

“impeccable memory.” you feign amazement by gasping dramatically. “how did that go anyway? didn’t you fly to beijing?”

“says you.” mingyu naturally lowers his hand. “it was nice, since getting out of here always feels good, like the air is different, the food is different, the people are different—”

“he hates us,” jisoo whispers noisily.

“he totally hates us.” chaeyoung whispers back just as noisily. 

“no way, mingyu.” you gasp more dramatically than before. “without you here, the air is also different and the church is different—”

“i want you to pray for your safety today.” mingyu quips. 

shrugging off mingyu’s wise words, your head turns, and you automatically notice jungkook engaged in a bigger group. some are laughing and exchanging carefree grins to one another, but the focal majority dons earnest expressions. when you glance over, it’s as if jungkook physically felt your stare; he doesn’t make it a secret (not that it’s meant to be) the second he recognises you from afar. eyes first—jungkook smiles, then you observe him slowly excusing himself out of the group crammed with adults and other younger adults close to your age.

“who’s that?” mingyu asks.

“that’s right, mingyu wouldn’t know since he was away.” chaeyoung says. “he joined our church probably a week after you left.”

“he joined with his fiancée—” jisoo adds quietly, “who is weirdly not here today.”

she isn’t?

“great to see you again.” wearing a cool guise, jungkook never misses to sound proper. he offers everyone around a courteous smile to begin before returning to you. “are you taking care of yourself?”

you laugh nervously, feeling rather aware of your friends’ stares. you want to desperately yell at their faces that you’re not homewrecking and this is solely happening because of too many coincidences. “always.” you answer boldly. “and i assume your lecture went well, judging by your friendly face?”

jungkook chuckles attractively at what you said. “even if it didn’t, i wouldn’t be making it noticeable.” he replies. “it went well, and i most certainly wasn’t late to it either.”

“as expected.” you praise. “also, is kazuha not with you today?”

“kazuha urgently flew to japan because her father suddenly had to be admitted for high blood pressure.” jungkook explains, “she couldn’t tell me when she’ll be back, so she preferred me to stay behind.”

“is that so?” you murmur. “please send her my best regards.” 

“i will.”

“that reminds me,” you almost forget to make your adorable and speechless friends known to the captivating (and taken) stranger named jungkook. “this is mingyu, chaeyoung and jisoo. they’ve been a part of the church for as long as myself.”

jungkook nods knowingly before facing the two girls first. “thankfully we’ve already met before.” he grins comfortably. “isn’t that right?”

“very right.” jisoo agrees.

“sure did.” chaeyoung straightens her dainty shoulders and tucks her hands into her blazer pockets. “it’s really nice to see you getting along with everyone.”

“you’re too nice.” jungkook deflects.

“that must mean i’m the last person you haven’t met.” mingyu speaks up. “it’s nice to meet you, jungkook.” he offers jungkook a hand. you espy how levelled this whole exchange looks—it’s got to be the perks of being similar height. “i’m mingyu.”

jungkook gladly accepts his hand and gives it a firm yet gentle shake. “it’s nicer to meet you, mingyu.” he replies. “let’s get along.”

“you bet.” mingyu grins smugly.

“we should head in,” jisoo suggests as she brings attention to the opening doors ahead. the two doors swing open heavily with two female reverends pulling each door from behind. light leaks out of the fracture between the doors, faintly igniting the cool evening.

at that, the whole of the community moves towards the entrance. when you walk in, the church is ablaze—from top to bottom, almost every wall is covered in stained glass. it’s a place where you can’t differentiate the time of the day when you’re inside; day or night—the church always stays unchanged. this church isn’t as vast as others, but reasonably cramped and compact—you can see everything from where you are—that being somewhere in the middle, closer to the back.

beside you, there’s chaeyoung with her eyes squeezed shut and hands clasped. jisoo and mingyu went over to the right together, meanwhile jungkook is one of the people in front. upon taking out your rosary from your purse to clench in your hands, the priest climbs a short flight of stairs to stop behind the podium, standing before the pane of religious stained glass. 

the mass goes on for an hour. the priest peruses the bible, voicing the god’s prayers. when the first segment rolls over, someone is chosen to read the next prayer behind the lower podium alongside the priest. 

you, luckily, have gone up already less than a month ago.

as coincidental as it can get, jungkook happened to be today’s spokesman. how merciless of them, to elect a newcomer like that. nevertheless, in your mind, he seemed to be the perfect prospect anyway. not only does he speak eloquently, but you heard him—the guy never stutters; he delivers every word as if there’s a ribbon tied on top of each term. 

jungkook relaxedly rises from his seat and treads lightly to the podium on the left wing. everything about jungkook is so blasé in this specific moment, which you assume is from his so-called experiences. as so, he even seems to be aware of how sensitive the microphone can be, otherwise he wouldn’t be flipping the pages of the bible so quietly. you knew it—he’s in his zone.

“... mother of god, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death.” jungkook articulates. “amen.”

“in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit,” the priest recites. “amen.”

like that, the mass reached the end. it’s around 7pm when everyone scatters, returning to the normalcy of sharing conversations under the moonlight before concluding their weekend. the moon looms over half of the people who remain, while the rest bid their farewells until next time. consequently, that’s you saying your goodbyes to jisoo and chaeyoung, since they have a farther way to go than you.

“i’ll see you next week.” you mouth to the pouting jisoo and the pouting chaeyoung waving at you from ten metres away.

“did you drive?” mingyu asks beside you.

“i did,” you answer with your eyes fixed to the two girls ahead. you watch them vanish when they turn a corner into the car park before meeting mingyu’s eyes that were stuck onto you the entire time. “do you need a ride?”

“i was going to ask you that.”

“that’s awfully considerate of you.” you tease in a whisper. “i’m fine though, since i brought my ride with me.” nudging mingyu against his arm, you give him a toothy grin.

mingyu nods once. “you be careful on the road then.”

“don’t think my driving skills deteriorated because of a single injury.”

mingyu snorts at your furrowing eyebrows tagged along with your dauntless remark. “i’ve been thinking that way before you injured yourself.”

“oh,” you blurt blankly. “just go already.”

“i’ll see you next week—” mingyu drops his arm on top of your head. “—shortie.” he mutters playfully.

you kick the air when he’s staring back at you, already metres ahead. “i’m literally taller than jisoo!” you squeak when he’s gone.

in case you forgot anyone, you examine your surroundings once more. apart from you, everyone’s waving to each other, fading into the coal black of the night, disappearing to pursue their car to rush back onto the road. the headlights of some cars in the distance remind you of fireflies dancing in the dark; which urges you into a realisation that those glowing lights will be zooming off soon, turning off the majority of light in your life, so you decide to leave when the amber lights afar start to wane one by one.

walking quietly on your own, you reach your car—and that specific puddle you bathed your feet into last time. you squint and shake your head, denying the thought of making the same mistake twice. after, your hands sink into your purse to fish out your car keys before going around the puddle to jump into the driver’s seat.

the car park is fully vacant, but there are vehicles lined up on the main road just up front. not that you desperately needed reassurance, but a part of you rests easy anyway, especially knowing that there’s mingyu out there waiting for the traffic lights to blink green.

you hum while fiddling with your phone to choose a song for the road. “perfection.” the corner of your lips lifts at your favourite song—charlie puth’s dangerously.

before you can press the accelerator with your beloved music playing in the background, you glance at the church one last time absentmindedly. it’s like a built-in mechanism, checking out your back the second you abandon a place. you think nothing much of it until you catch a shadow walking past the spot you were exactly at ten minutes ago.

you must be seeing things.

if there was really somebody there, the lights would’ve switched on because of the sensors. 

for a split second, you feel a shiver run down your spine. your neck and shoulders feel freakishly ticklish from it, but you want to prove yourself once more that you might be wrong. your body slants to the right, your head peeking out to see more of the church. the lights are still off, and there’s no one there.

“what?” you spit out in puzzlement. “stop scaring me.” you whimper in the dark while decreasing the volume of your song. you’re not in the mood for a party in your car anymore.

you’re seeing things.

eyes clung to the church in hopes of finding nothing again, you silently push the button to start up your car. “this is because i rewatched ‘attack on titan’ last night.” laughing nervously under your heated breath, you move your gear stick into ‘drive’.

it’s at this moment you see the light flicker. the light was brief and small, but you definitely saw it glint in your peripheral vision.

what was that?

which light was that?

you think back—if you possibly saw someone—or something go past the spot you were in earlier, it moved to the left—that being the church.

did someone leave something behind?

you think back once more—did you see everyone leave? was anyone left behind—or did you not see anyone leave? what makes you so sure that you were the last person out?

“why am i even thinking about this—” you sigh in disbelief. “let’s just go.”

wait.

hold on.

a thought crashes onto you—it ruptures everything in your head, and you’re thrown back into the endless pit of your unnecessary hyper analysis of everything and anything. 

you didn’t see jungkook go.

you didn’t see jungkook when you saw everyone waving to each other.

if you think about it, jungkook would’ve been heard or talked about at the last minute. knowing he’s the star of the church, no one would just let him go without saying a word or two to him.

you would’ve heard that if that happened.

you know you’re crazy; you know you’re insane for jumping to this conclusion and this is psychotic of you. 

you immediately shut down your car when you feel a silver of composure upon seeing that it’s only 7:40pm. an illicit disaster can’t feasibly occur at this time, or no one would actually plot to do anything profane at this time of the night. it’s still relatively early, and you’re going to sneak away and rely on security cameras if there’s really someone you don’t recognise in the dark, roaming around the grounds of the church alone.

conscious of the fact that retracing your steps back to where you were will trigger the lights, you duck your head and soundlessly approach another entrance of the church by looping to the side. it’s a separate entry for the priests, so it’s much more upfront than the main gateway. you have no idea if you should be feeling rather grateful or rather dense (for obviously committing to this thought of yours), but at least there’s enough cover for you thanks to all the shrubs encircling the building. no human eye can detect you with this much darkness drowning you as well.

the only disruption for you right now is this door. you can’t see through it because it’s not exactly transparent. anything you see through it is heavily hazy like a cloud, but you could try to make out shapes if given context. 

crouching down to align with the height of the shrubs, you push your ear against the door to pick up any noise from inside. for now, there’s utterly no sound coming from the opposing side of the door; merely the sound of your ridiculously fast heartbeats. determined, your jaw tenses up and your toes curl in your shoes as you persist in waiting for the next few minutes.

the sound of doors swinging open—it’s forceful and reverberating. it’s conspicuous that the person behind the door has no intention to keep themselves a secret, like they’ve come with a solemn purpose.

the sound of their footsteps is relaxed, unhurried, rhythmic… they know exactly what they’re here for, and it’s not their first time coming here. otherwise, their steps would be broken up, wondering where to go in this pitch blackness.

“about your beloved girlfriend, that—” he cracks into a disturbing laughter. “i forgot which one.”

is that jungkook?

he exhales in thought, “the one you begged me to save.”

no way in hell that it is.

this guy sounds… completely different.

“she reincarnated,” he says. “and called herself kazuha.”

kazuha?

terror suddenly washes over you; your heart is now throbbing in your ear, and your muscles are completely frozen. now you seriously feel your instinct screaming and pleading you to retreat. even if your mind was detained with horror or not, you can barely understand anything—whatever the hell this guy is saying about saving, reincarnating and about kazuha—she wasn’t even here today.

“you should’ve seen the face she made when i bit her.” he snickers in a breath heavy and husky. “sorry, now i’m really bragging, aren’t i?” 

bit?

“you’ve grown,” he mocks. “i was hoping to see you insane again. you’re quite a sight to see yourself.”

is kazuha… dead?

“let’s see how long you last.”

right after that, everything stopped. you couldn’t hear his threats anymore, nor his steps or the sound of the door slamming back shut. you can feel the rate of your heart slowing, but you already know every colour is drained from your face. whatever that was feels like a fever dream to you, and you still don’t know whether to believe if that was true or not. life has never been this questionable to you.

shocked, you muster courage to drag yourself out of hiding nonetheless. your car isn’t far from where you are, but you still think it’s smart to take your time. god knows if that psychopath is still lurking around and talking to the skies. you gradually find your way out of the shadows and see that your car is still undamaged. judging by how things are right now, you wouldn’t even be surprised if your car exploded into flames then ashes.

“jia?”

you stand there for a couple of seconds, feeling yourself shrinking away at the sound of your own name. you try your hardest to contain any shallow breaths and shaky limbs. there’s a weight in your stomach now, and the pounding of your heart is starting to feel painful.

“may i ask why you’re here?” 

it is jungkook.

he killed kazuha.

“it’s not nice to ignore someone, jia.” jungkook’s aura completely shifts; there isn’t an ounce of sweetness left in his voice, instead he sounds exactly like that voice from before—you prayed for it to not be his, but deep within, you knew it could only be him.

“i was waiting for you.” crossing your arms, you deadpan as you spin around. this really isn’t time for you to argue, but you’d rather die than exhibit your fear. 

“were we ever that close?”

“if we’re close enough to sit across from each other and share cups of coffee,” you challenge. “wouldn’t it make sense for me to stop if i see them doing something awfully strange, like talking about reincarnations and biting into your fiancée?”

“the world calls that nosiness.” with his head lowered, jungkook takes steps forward. everytime he inches closer, your body naturally flees by taking steps backward. 

your limbs are free; you’re under control again as you back away from jungkook. “and what does the world call you?”

jungkook finally raises his head and glares into your tentative eyes brimming in perturbation. “instead of talking so much,” his fingers creep around your neck, and you instantly stiffen at his cold hand connecting with the heat emanating from the base of your nape. “why don’t you try and beg me to save you?” forcibly yanking you down to be on par with his lips, he then whispers scarily, “amuse me.”

your heart is beating so frantically, you could actually feel your body beating as one. it feels nauseating when it clashes with the pure fear coursing through your flesh and bones. your breaths are clinging to your throat and you’re failing to swallow them down. your legs are paralysed and so are your shoulders. one single move, and you think you’re going to crumble and fall to pieces.

“no one wants to die.” you answer breathlessly. “did kazuha not tell you?”

retracting his hand, you carefully watch jungkook resort to putting both hands into his pockets instead. “she couldn’t.” he laughs huskily, “she had no idea she was dying.”

snapping your head upward, you scowl at his deranged smirk. “what the hell are you?”

“i’ll tell you,” jungkook harshly lunges forward to press your body against the nearest wall. your back lands rather softly against it, and you think a lot of it because now you understand he’s exceedingly capable of adjusting his brute strength; that being nothing alike to a human’s. “in exchange for your blood.” he crooks his head into the side of your neck and breathes heavily onto your skin.

blood?

panicking, you try to tear him away by pushing his chest. he doesn’t budge, but you find a moment to steal a glimpse of his half-shut eyes that’s centimetres away from your face. 

the colour of his eyes are yellow.

“jungkook,” you interject. “promise me you won’t kill me.”

his breathing stops, and you squirm as you watch the rest of his eyes open slowly. his yellow orbs are devoid of any emotion, but they look at you in fascination. 

“i’m being serious.” swallowing the lump in your throat, you clench onto his shoulders desperately.

“why should i do that?”

[piedpiperslists]

Jungkook One Shots (LVI)

* s - contains smut

Lifting the Veil by @fortunexkookie s wc~3.5k / angst, unrequited love, friends au Summary: Jungkook had always known that the happiest day of your life was going to be his worst, but he never imagined the reason why would’ve been anything other his love for you.

Sinful Lust by @oddinary4bts s wc~10.4k / ft MYG, boyfriend!Yoongi Summary: In an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating…

Medicine by @bratkook s wc~9k / ft KTH, strangers au, PWP Summary: A drunken night at a dive bar after a show was always a given, finding yourself in some form of chaos before the night was over, and as two strangers walk in with eyes that sparkle with mischief, you make it your personal mission to have them be your reckless decisions of the night.

Hours by @dawnagustd s wc~3k / neighbors au Summary: You walk across the hall and visit your neighbor Jungkook every Wednesday to drink, chill, sing some karaoke… watch some Netflix. But you always end up wobbling back to your apartment after hours of doing all kind of unholy things. Not tonight.

Lucky, Lucky Girl by @kth1fics s wc~6.1k / roommates au, PWP Summary: The joy of Jungkook having a grand ol’ time with his own personal karaoke night causes you, his roommate, to grow more and more annoyed.

Afterburner by @hamsterclaw s wc~8k / fighter pilot!Jungkook, coworkers au Summary: All Jungkook's ever wanted to do is fly, and he's damned good at it. Then you turn up, and get under his skin.

Thirteen Rounds by @moni-logues s wc~13.2k / boxer!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: JK's boxing coach tells him he can't come for four weeks before his title fight. Ah, four weeks isn't that long, right? ... Right?

Up All Night by @moni-logues s wc~5.8k / neighbors au, PWP Summary: You've moved into a nice, new apartment but there's just one problem: your noisy neighbour with the voice of an angel who insists on doing karaoke in the small hours. You decide it's about time to tell him off and get a whole lot more than you bargained for.

Ego Season by @sparklingchim s wc~6.3k / hockey player!Jungkook, brother's best friend, college au Summary: POV: You make ur secret fuck buddy jealous.

Number 7 by @sparklingchim s wc~3k / hockey player!Jungkook, brother's best friend, college au Summary: POV: Your jealous fuck buddy pounds you in his jersey.

[thesugarclubs-blog]

If You Were Mine - AU Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: 40's Bucky, pre-war, neighbours to lovers, smut, 18+

word count: 10.8k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1316972552-if-you-were-mine-beatrice

Masterlist

Heavy rain poured down as Beatrice stared out her window at the grey New York sky, still bright despite the deluge. Her window was open to the elements and a cool breeze ruffled the chocolate curls that framed her face. She took a sip from her mug, the tea warming her from the inside as she flipped through a book. Sighing in contentment, she was enjoying the ambiance of the day. It was a welcome relief from the usual chaos that could be heard throughout her apartment building. 

However, the relaxing atmosphere was short-lived. 

A loud banging at her door made Beatrice jump, hot liquid spilling out of the cup and over her hand. She grumbled to herself before standing, smoothing out the wrinkles of her skirt and wiping the tea away with a towel from the nearby sink. Another knock rattled the apartment and she hurried to look through the peephole into the hall, groaning as she saw what stood on the other side. She wrenched open the door and fixed the visitor on the other side with a stern glare. 

He was dripping with rainwater, droplets running down his cheekbones and nose and over a set of perfectly pink lips. A puddle was starting to collect around his feet and she could see every damp footprint he'd left from the beginning of the hall to her door, which was directly across from his own. 

"Bucky Barnes, the next time you knock on my door like you've got a death wish," Beatrice said dryly, a stark contrast to the soaking wet man in front of her. "I'll make it come true." 

Her neighbor rolled his eyes, the baby blue of them electric despite the dim hallway light. Beatrice refused to admit that she could feel the sparks from where she stood. 

"Come on, doll, I'm freezing my ass off out here," Bucky whined. "I lost our key."

"Well, that sounds like a big problem for you. I'm sure you can muster the brain power to solve the case." 

Beatrice attempted to close the door, huffing when one soaked brown loafer poked out and stopped her progress. 

"I know you've got a spare," he continued, raising a dark eyebrow before he smirked. "And you don't want Steve catching a cold, do ya?" 

Bucky gestured over his shoulder at his roommate and best friend. Steve stood equally soaked to the bone, his slender frame shivering. He gave her a small wave and the corner of her mouth turned up before she looked back at Bucky. For a brief moment, she imagined what it would be like to punch the stupid, sexy grin off his face. 

"Whaddya say, Busy Bea?" he smiled down at her, knowing he'd found her weak spot and won. "Gonna help a fella out?" 

Bea sighed loudly as she let both soaked men in. As Steve passed her, shivering like a leaf tree. 

"Barnes, you know better than to drag Steve through this weather."  Bea scolded the man with the brightest, bluest eyes she's ever seen that she could get so easily lost in, at the same time they belonged to the most infuriating person she's ever met. 

The boys took a seat at her small kitchen table as she rummaged through her drawer looking for the key they’d given her to their apartment in case of emergencies. She heard a scoff come from the table and turned her head their way. 

“I didn’t drag him through anything. If he hadn’t been picking fights in the first place we’d have been home already.”

She found the key under a mess of papers in the back of the drawer and folded her palm around it as she looked over her shoulder to level Steve with a glare over her shoulder, slowly turning on her heels and facing his shaking form, a perfectly arched brow aimed at him.

"Is that true, Rogers?"

Steve had the good grace to look guilty.

“Honestly, you’re such a knucklehead,” she sighed, walking back over to them and sliding the key across the tabletop.

“There’s still some tea in the pot. Warm yourselves up before you go back,” Bea ordered, nodding to the teapot on the table before leaving the room to grab a couple of towels.

She padded to the bathroom, snatching two fresh towels that were hanging off of the rack. Bea paused when she heard Steve.

"We don't have to get tea. She terrifies me," Steve whispered. "Can we just go?"

Bea smirked to herself. She should terrify him. Someone had to knock Rogers down a peg, and if the guys who were beating the hell out of him couldn't, she definitely could. He always picked fights he could never win. Bucky laughed.

"Bea? Bea terrifies you? She's a pussycat, Rogers. Sit the hell down. Where are her cups--" 

Suddenly, something smashed and Bea hung her head. She snarled, storming out of the bathroom. The towels were clutched in her fist like she was wringing his neck. Bucky stared up at her with a big smile as he pushed the broken ceramic aside with his foot so that it was hidden underneath the cupboard. Steve rolled his eyes and got to his feet, heading for the small cupboard where she kept the broom.

"Hiya, Bea!" Bucky chirped.

She glared at him.

"I let you in for two minutes and you're destroying my apartment?!"

"I didn't do anything!" Steve yelped from behind his friend.

Bucky raised his hands in mock defense, a cocky smile still lingering on his face.

"Destroying is a strong word. There was a crack in that cup, I was doing you a favor."

"Barnes, I'll put a crack in those pretty teeth of yours," she snapped as she lunged for him and Steve got between the two. For once, he was stopping a fight instead of starting one.

"Okay, let's just calm down. I'll clean this up, Buck, you sit the hell down. Bea, Buck is sorry about the cup."

"No, I ain't," Bucky sighed as he plunked down in her chair.

Bea shot him a look, teeth grinding as the corner of Bucky’s mouth twitched into a smirk. His eyes shone, crinkling at the corners and the moment he winked, Bea broke. 

She glanced away, struggling to hide her smile and Bucky chuckled, something deep and rumbly. As much as she wished it didn’t, the sound set her stomach fluttering. 

“Gotcha, sweetheart.” 

“I don’t know why I put up with you two,” she huffed as Steve finished cleaning and poured them all a cup of tea, “thank you, Steve. Although if you think you’re off the hook just because you cleaned up Bucky’s mess for a change, you’re sorely mistaken.”

"Aw, come on, doll," Bucky grinned at her, "I did you a favour, you need new cups anyways - half the ones in your cupboard are cracked or chipped anyways!"

Steve shot him a warning look, "Bucky..."

Bea's lips thinned, sure it was just a cup, and yeah, maybe he was right about needing to replace them, but they were her Grandma's cups.

She didn't say anything about that though, the last thing she needed was to give his stupid handsome face more fodder.

“Don’t touch anything else,” she hissed in Bucky’s direction, taking a seat at the table. She wrapped her hands around her mug and took a sip of tea. “I was having a remarkably peaceful day until you two showed up.”

Bucky’s laugh rumbled through the small kitchen. Bea didn’t want to look in his direction- she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction- but she knew there was a twinkle of mischief in those baby blues eyes.

She refused to look up from her cup as his shoes clicked across the laminate kitchen floor, instead intently stirring in a spoonful of sugar. His presence behind her was obvious, a new warmth radiating off his body as Bucky's clothes dried and his mind started to heat up. He leaned down, his hand coming to grip the back of her seat, and let his lips brush the shell of her ear. 

"Maybe we can come up with a way for me to make it up to you," Bucky whispered, a grin faint on his lips, and suddenly Bea's nerve endings were on fire. 

She pushed down the flare of desire, instead giving him a sarcastic laugh. 

"Oh really?" Bea chuckled, tilting her head back to look at Bucky. "Is that what you told Dot? Or Louise? Or Alice? Steve, am I missing anyone?" 

She looked across the table at the blonde who had a mouthful of tea cakes.

"Oh, there was Annabelle too," he snapped in the air, crumbs falling from his grin. "And Margar-" 

"Alright! Jesus..." Bucky grumbled over top of her, the moment between them broken.

Bea huffed out a breath. “What, did I hit something?” She stood up abruptly, causing the chair to screech in a high-pitched noise as she glared at him. 

“Ouch,” Steve whispered, dipping the piece of what was left of the cake into the tea. 

She tilted her head, lips in a firm line as she playfully patted his puffed up chest. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t make deals with the devil.” 

With that, she walked to the sink and grabbed a washcloth to wipe off the crumbs and spilled tea on Steve’s side of the table, trying her best to ignore the warmth that spread through her body when the brown haired man left a low and rumbling chuckle. Steve’s tiny voice of I’m sorry was at least helpful to get rid of that feeling this time.

''Doll…'' he started. Her head snapped in his direction where she watched him struggle to continue his sentence as if he was at a loss for words. For as long as she knew Bucky, he was always very quick with his wit. Annoyingly so. She couldn't make sense of the feelings he invoked in her. As much as she wanted to hate the reaction her body had because of him, she relished it.

Bea's eyes scanned his face as she waited for his next words. His crystal blue eyes stared back at her, brows furrowed in thought and a slight pout gracing his plump lips. She admired the wet fallen curls on his forehead, the tick of his jaw as he stood there as if his brain were replaying her refusal over and over. 

Bucky let out a huff of breath and walked towards her, his figure towering over her. He placed his hands on the counter on either side of her and looked down. 

"How about if I take ya dancin' tonight?"

Bea’s heart stuttered, there was no way he could mean… 

Determined not to let him see how much he got to her she gave him a smirk.  Raising her chin and peering over Bucky’s shoulder she caught Steve’s eye.

“Whaddaya say, Steve? A night out on Bucky’s dime?”

“Doll, you know that’s not what I-“ he retorted but was cut off by Steve’s enthusiastic agreement.

"Oh!" Steve yelped, eyes wide. "Can we go to Blue Note? There's this girl there with hu--"

Bucky clapped his hands together, trying to contain his annoyance behind a big, fake smile while Steve fell silent, cheeks burning at his almost humiliating outburst. Bea knew she hit Barnes where it hurt as he stared her down, his eyes piercing hers.

"Sounds great." He tried to control the growl in his voice. Shivers rushed up her spine. "Stevie? Let's go. Bea's gotta make herself look pretty for me."

"I'll be sure to wear my finest paper bag, Barnes," she quipped as she leaned back in her chair and the boys made their way to the kitchen doorway. 

Steve was the first to disappear while Bucky lingered, leaning up against the doorframe. His eyes scanned her body and she held his gaze despite the blush that was growing on her cheeks.

"You're a clever one, doll. What's the matter? Afraid of that old Barnes charm?"

"You're about as charming as a damn roach," she bit back.

He grinned, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip.

"I'll pick you up at 6:00. Sharp."

With a wink, he was gone, and the front door shut. Bea heaved a sigh, slumping down in her chair. She glanced at the clock, already knowing she had an hour to get ready. And that jerk was going to be right on time.

She did what she could with her hair in the little time she had and applied rouge carefully to her lips and cheeks.

Not that she was prettying herself up for Bucky. She liked to look presentable for a night out on the town as it was, and it had nothing to do with the cheeky, charismatic boy next door. No sir. 

When Bucky’s telltale knock on her door sounded out at six on the dot, she opened it with a cheerful smile. Only for it to drop when she realised just one of her troublesome neighbours stood on her stoop. 

“Where’s Steve?”

His tongue swiped across his bottom lip as his eyes trailed her figure, "has a cough from being out in the rain, so it looks like it's just going to be the two of us, sweetheart" 

Bea sucked in a deep breath and swallowed thickly, grabbing her shawl from the hook beside the door and brushing past the tall brooding man, "whatever you’re thinking is going to happen, Barnes, you can forget it. I am not one of those floozies you bring home every night."

When a deep chuckle came from behind her, mixed with the clicking of his shoes as he jogged to catch up, Beatrice had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling. No matter how much charm he poured on, she had to remember exactly who he was. She couldn't let her feelings get the best of her now. 

"Oh, believe me, Bea, I've known that for a long time," he mumbled from beside her, a soft smile plastered on his plump pink lips.

When they got down to the street, Bucky held his elbow out to her. Bea looked at it suspiciously, wondering what he was thinking.

"Bea, just take my damn arm - believe it or not, I can be a gentleman."

She hesitated with a huff, before sliding her hand around his arm, "Just this once, Barnes."

The Blue Note was the busiest she had ever seen, couples lingered outside in the cold leaning into each other and most whispering what she could only assume were sweet nothings based on the smiles plastered on the women's faces. A part of her felt a twinge of jealousy watching them. She couldn't deny how nice it would be to have someone but the pure idea of letting a man into her heart made her nauseous. 

"You're lookin' a little green behind the gills there Bumble Bea," she heard him say lowly, feeling him nudge her softly, "you alright?" 

Bea shot a glare up at him, "I'm fine Buckaroo, lets just get inside it's freezing out here." She looked forward again, ignoring the feelings creeping into her veins like vines.

Bucky opened up the door for them, letting her walk in first with a dip of his head and one arm behind his back, “my lady.” 

That eye-rolling boyish grin appeared. She bit back a smile, but it wasn’t enough to hold back the flushness that crept along her neck up to her cheeks. She quickly looked forward again to conceal her reaction as she walked inside with him behind. 

She couldn’t let him have that fun.

Inside, the floor was packed with dancing people. Couples entwined, moving to the music that a live band was playing on the stage at the far end of the room. 

"Can I buy you a drink, sweet Bea?" His voice rasped close to her ear, making the hairs of her neck stand up and a ripple of goosebumps released on her skin. 

"And risk poisoning? No thank you." 

"Come on, doll. Be good," His warm breath returned to the side of her neck, making sure she heard him over the volume of the music.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as heat pooled at her center. She hated that he had this effect over her. 

Bucky Barnes with his smug grin and a jawline that could cut glass. 

She swallowed thickly before turning slightly to face him, "I'm not a dog Barnes, and I'm not your doll. You're buying me a Manhattan but I'm comin' with ya."

Facing him was almost a mistake because of the way he was leant in, their eyes were at a perfect level with each other and her legs felt like jello with how he was looking over her. The shiny blue pools of his eyes were almost hypnotizing her, almost all the noise around them disappeared for the few seconds that his eyes flickered over her face. 

As he straightened up, his tall figure back to towering above her, a dazzling grin broke out on James' face that had her turning in the direction of the bar and rushing ahead of him to hide the blush that she could feel spreading over her face that had nothing to do with the heat of the dancing bodies around them and everything with the handsome brunette. 

Bea straightened her shoulders and, with a confidence she didn’t really feel, stood at the bar waiting for Bucky to catch her up.

He sauntered up to her with his usual easy gait, his hands in his pockets and his goddamn dreamboat smirk fixed on his stupidly handsome face.

“Manhattan was it?” He asked, tipping his chin to get the bartender’s attention.

“You forgotten already?” Bea snarked.

"Nah, I just wanted to hear your voice again. You sound so pretty when you're not calling me a scoundrel." She drew in a breath and held it for a few seconds as Bucky grinned. "With a lemon twist, right?"

She blushed but held his gaze. Bucky definitely took notice as his eyes bounced around her face, almost unsure where to land.

"How did you know that?"

"Saw you drinking one on your balcony last summer." She went to speak but was cut off by Bucky ordering for her. He turned back to Bea as the bartender began to make their drinks. "Believe it or not, but I do pay close attention to you."

"What for? To drive me crazy?"

His eyes ran up and down her body and she felt that familiar heat flood her cheeks again. He looked good, in a crisp white shirt with a stiff collar, dark pants that had been pressed, and his hair was mostly slicked back with a few stray curls sticking out.

"Somethin' like that," he murmured as their drinks were slid across the bar. Bucky handed hers to her and grinned as he took up his own whisky glass, holding it in the air. "How about a truce tonight?"

"That depends," she replied. "Are you gonna do anything to warrant a slap?"

He leaned forward, that cocky smirk ever present on his plump lips.

"I'll be on my best behavior, sugar."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Somehow I doubt that."

“You wound me, Bea. Am I really that bad?” Bucky chuckled, his hand pressed to his chest in faux hurt. 

“Not bad, Barnes,” Bea said, taking a sip of her drink with a coy smile. “But I fear that admitting you have a certain charm will only make your head grow, and I’m not sure your neck can take the weight as it is.” 

Bucky tilted his head, eyes glimmering with mirth to match the lopsided grin on his lips, and Bea struggled not to reach out and fix the one stray curl that fell over his eyes when he moved.

“Are you saying it’s working? My charm?” 

She hummed thoughtfully, “we’ll see how the night goes.”

As Beatrice let her mind flutter to the idea of this night actually being something fun for the two of them, a small blonde skipped up to them and pressed herself between her and Bucky. 

"Heya Buck, I was hoping I'd see you here tonight," she twisted a curl around her finger and looked over her shoulder at Bea with a sly smirk, "come dance with me" 

Bucky cleared his throat as his eyes flickered from the blonde to the brunette, "Dottie, hi, I uh..." he rubbed his hand over the back of his neck as his cheeks turned pink. 

Beatrice cocked her eyebrow and scoffed as she took a large swing from her drink. Classic Bucky, one girl was just never enough. She could feel the heat rising in her neck as she turned away to try and avoid eye contact with him as he stuttered and talked himself into a circle. 

"Come on Buck," the girl pouted, "you always did prefer blondes," Dottie snipped.

"Uh, Dottie, I'm not sure -"

"Go dance with her, Buck," Bea muttered, "Since you prefer blondes and all."

She turned on her heel and stalked away, aiming for the bar to refill her drink.

"Beatrice," he called after her, her name on his lips. Leaving Dottie planted dumbfounded on the dancefloor he followed Bea to the bar.

"Leave me alone, Barnes," Bea said, knowing it was him who now stood behind her. His clean pine scent clouded her senses. 

"Look, sweets. I'm sorry. I'm here with you because I want to and not because I want to dance with other girls. Can you give me another chance, please?" 

No matter how infuriating this man was, he pulled her in like a magnet. And she was starting to realize that, that might not be that bad.

Bea puffed out her cheeks and pushed herself up her toes as she leaned onto the bar ignoring his plea. She called the bartender forward with a wave and a bat of her eyelashes. She was going to give Bucky a taste of his own medicine even if she wanted to kiss him with just as much ferocity as she wanted to slap him. 

"What can I get ya sweetheart?", the tall broad shouldered blonde rasped as he reached for her glass, fingers grazing her wrist. 

"Manhattan with a twist," she smiled. 

She watched attentively as the man prepared her to drink effortlessly paying no mind to the brooding brunette that huffed behind her. When the man walked back with her drink she pressed her hand to his before grabbing it. 

"Thanks, angel face.", she turned back to face Bucky with a smirk as she sipped on her fresh drink, "Oh I'm sorry Barnes, were you saying something?"

His face was red as she saw him glare at the back of the bartender's head who was already serving another woman down the line, paying no mind to Bucky and the look he sent his way. 

It made Beatrice giddy on the inside, knowing that seeing her flirt with someone might have the same effect on him as she felt when she saw Dot throw herself all over him. Even in the low light of The Blue Note and the cloud of cigarette smoke floating around, she could clearly see the tick in Bucky’s  jaw. His eye blazed as he took a step then another closer to her, effectively cornering her against the bar as he leaned in and she tried not to take a breath of his cologne in and give herself away. He leaned on one hand and the other pushed the stray strand that was resting on his forehead, her eyes never left his until his tongue swept over his lower lip and her eyes caught the movement. 

It felt like they were sharing the same air when he took a deep breath that was seemingly to calm himself, while it only served to knock the breath out of her.

"Please, Bea? I'm really sorry."

His voice was breathy, sweet with the hint of the whiskey he was drinking and it went to her head.

“Are you though?” Bea asked, meeting the ice blue of his eyes with every ounce of glare she could muster. “Or are you so doll-dizzy that you’re gonna get your head turned by every broad that walks in this joint, blonde or otherwise? Maybe Steve had the right idea after all.”

“You got me all wrong sweetheart. I’ve only got eyes for one girl and it ain’t no broad like Dottie.”

She looked him up and down. It was her turn to make him blush. And she did. Bucky bit his lip and she sipped her drink, using the silence to make him sweat a little. She could see it clinging to his brow as his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat. 

“Bea, I swear.” He stuck out his hand. “Can I prove it to you?”

She huffed and looked around the smoky bar. Dottie was standing alone, her hands on her hips, waiting for Bucky to come back to her. Bea felt like sneering at her, but instead, her eyes landed on Bucky. He smiled, those beautiful eyes sparkling in the dim light.

“Dance with me?” He asked. “Just one dance, and then you can slap me in the face if you still wanna.”

He wasn’t going to give up, and she knew it.

“Okay. One dance.”

He grinned as she grasped his hand and he pulled her toward him. Her shoe caught on one of the bar stools and she tripped, bumping right into his chest. Her hand pressed against him and she looked up. Bucky was just as red as she was.

“Sorry,” he stammered. “Got a little too excited.”

Bea couldn’t help but smile at the fumble, because the thing about Bucky Barnes was that for every ounce of cocksure smooth talker, he was an adorable idiot in equal measure. 

“It’s okay. Just maybe go a little slower on the dance floor.” 

“You got it, angel. We’ll sway nice and slow,” he murmured, soft and low as his hands found her waist. “I’ll hold you close, just like this.” 

Bea felt herself grow warmer, a simmering heat in her belly as Bucky’s lips grazed her cheek. 

“Let’s go then,” she pushes, trying to keep her voice steady despite her pounding heart. “Because right now you’re all talk, Buck.”

Bucky smirked, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip as he gently guided her to the dance floor. Beatrice ignored the eruption of butterflies and stomped them down as she followed. No man, not even Bucky Barnes was going to make her swoon that easily. He had a lot more work to do. 

He spun her slowly under his arm before catching her waist and intertwining his fingers with hers. Her free hand landed on his chest and curled into the fabric of his shirt as she bit the inside of her cheek. Coincidentally the band started playing one of her favorite songs "Prelude to a kiss", and she looked up to see a small smile grace the man's lips. 

"Let's just say I knew you wouldn't be able to say no..." He whispered, reaching up to brush a chocolate curl off her cheek. 

Bea shook her head, finally allowing herself to smile up at him. This cheeky bastard. Their eyes were locked as they swayed to the song, the rest of the crowd seemingly fading away as the tips of their noses just brushed together. 

"Bucky" A high-pitched whine came from beside them, snapping both of them back to reality. 

"You said you would dance with me," Dottie pouted, eyeing Beatrice as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Every warm feeling she had flooded out of her body as Dot continued to edge her way towards Bucky. 

"Sorry Dottie, I'm not looking for any other dance partners tonight," Bucky said, keeping his hold on Bea firm as the brunette kept his eyes focused on Bea. 

Dot shot a glare at Bea with a foot stomp, "You promised." She said through gritted teeth, as Bea let out a soft laugh. Dot's eyes narrowed, "Besides why would you want to dance with the loner on Montague St? Didn't take you for a Charity man though you do live with Stevie." 

Bucky let out a sigh, hanging his head as Bea let go of him, pulling herself from his grasp. The words coursing through her like a rapid river that only caused more and more destruction as they flowed through her. 

"Beatrice," Bucky warned lowly, his voice fading as the anger in her chest bubbled. 

Dot's eyes grew wider the moment Bea took a step towards her, "Dot do you understand what the word no means?" She tossed her a pointed look, waiting for an answer. 

But as soon as Dot went to open her poorly painted lips Bea opened hers, "Clearly not, so instead of following Bucky around like a lost little puppy dog, why don't you go find someone else to bother? Or are you just that desperate for attention?" 

The blonde once again stood dumbfounded, eyes flickering between Bea and Bucky. 

Bea tsked as the tension between the three of them grew, "I gotta say Dottie, didn't take you as the desperate type, but yet" she spread her arms out in front of her, "here we are." 

"Are you just going to stand there and let her speak to me like that?!" Dot exclaimed raging eyes moving to the brunette behind her. 

Bucky chuckled, the sound flowing through her calming the rage, "Like I said sweets, I'm not looking for another partner tonight, and come to think of it probably not for the next night," Bea felt him lean forward, resting his chin on her shoulder, "or the night after that and after--" 

Dot stomped her foot and huffed once again letting out a whine as she spun on her heel away from them not giving him the chance to finish the sentence that Bea almost wished was true.

Bea smirked as she saw Dot huff and pout all the way to the ladies’ room. Bucky straightened his back, standing tall as they continued to sway with the music for a few measures. 

She looked up at him through her lashes, all rage dissipating when she saw he was already looking down at her. Her cheeks grew warm. Bea felt something else bubble in her chest- this time, it felt like nerves. 

“I can see through your little game, Barnes.”

“Game?” A small, knowing smile pulled at the corner of Bucky’s lips. “What game?”

He continued staring down at her as his hands traced absentminded circles on the back of her waist. She could feel his fingers through all her layers and a small shiver ran up her spine. 

Bea couldn’t help but smirk back at him. “Yuppp,” she said, making sure to pop the last syllable.

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about,” Bucky said and as the music swelled, he spun her out of his arms and back in, dipping her slightly. Bea got lost in his blue eyes, sparkling with excitement as he pulled her back upright. 

“Right,” she said, a little more breathlessly than she’d have liked, “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you?”

He laughed, warm breath fanning Bea's cheek and sending tingles over her skin. A smoky haze was filling the room and she blamed that for the sudden lightheaded sensation that hit her like a truck. She barely had time to blink before Bucky spun her around once more, her skirt swirling around her legs as her back met his chest at the end of the turn. She suppressed a whimper when she felt his lips brush the baby hairs at her temple. 

"I gotta few things I could still show you," he whispered. "If you'd like." 

Bea smothered her arousal with a snort, begging her face to not flare up pink. The music started to fade as she tilted her head up towards Bucky, turning. Her hands slid up his broad shoulders and she felt the muscles ripple underneath when Bucky pulled her body flush with his again. 

"Does that line usually work?" she murmured, looking up through her eyelashes. 

Not for the first time, she found the dark flecks in his ocean eyes as they focused on her crimson-colored mouth. He swallowed heavily, tongue darting out to lick his lips as his breathing became a little quicker. She could feel the hammering of his heart against her own and for once, Bea realized that Bucky Barnes might not be as sure of himself as it appeared.

"I don't know," Bucky drawled, still searching her face with a soft smirk. "You tell me...is it?"

"It might." Bea inched closer to him until his hot breath fanned over her face. 

"Oh, really? Tell me, sweets, what do you want to do now? I'm all yours." 

Her breath caught in her throat as a small whimper left her lips.

"Kiss me, you big, annoying boy," She closed her eyes as his lips descended down to hers, adding just the slightest pressure. Her mind reeled with intoxicating thoughts. Nothing could have prepared her for what kissing him felt like. It felt like an explosion.

His lips are so soft was Bea's first thought as their lips connected. Her hands slid up his big, strong arms and sank into the hairs at the nape of his neck hoping to anchor herself as he pushed against her lips. Gaining more confidence and pouring it into the kiss as she leaned more into him while his hands gripped her waist, almost stepping on his foot in the process. 

All too soon, the need for oxygen left them both breathless as he pulled back just enough to take a gulp of air but stayed close. So close that their lips were still touching as they caught their breaths, sharing them in the small space. 

Beatrice's body was on a high like no other. And it was just one, simple kiss that turned her to mush.

Bucky's smile could melt a glacier as he gently pressed the tip of his nose against hers.

"Whaddya say we get out of here, angel? No more pretending to hate me."

"Who's pretending?" She breathed.

Bea smirked, realizing that her hand was still on the back of his neck. Meanwhile, Bucky's lingered on her waist, moving toward her lower back. He gently pulled her toward him so that her body was flush with his and she was convinced that he could see her pulse in her throat. Her heart was hammering, and suddenly, those two drinks she had felt like two dozen. All thanks to him.

"You think that worked, huh?"

"I can tell by the look in your eyes that it did." He dipped his head, pressing his lips to her earlobe. "And I think we need to deal with this tension between us."

"What tension?"

Bucky's fingers danced up and down her spine and she shivered against him. His low, rumbling laughter rippled through her body like an electric current. 

"That tension."

Bucky grinned, his nose scrunching as Bea rolled her eyes. But the smile on her own face matched his and she tilted her head, chasing his lips for another soft kiss. 

“Is it too forward of me if I ask you to take me home, Bucky?” 

“You had enough of me already, sweetheart? And here I was thinking I was getting somewhere.” 

Bea laughed, and her hand wandered down Bucky’s arm to link their fingers together as she pushed up onto her toes and brought her own lips to his ear. 

“Take me home where there are no prying eyes…” she whispered.

For a split second, Bucky seemed to freeze. Then, without a word he abruptly squeezed her hand in his and tugged her out of the club. He was so eager to get them home, Bea had to jog to keep up with him, her skirt flapping around her knees.

As they approached the steps to their apartment building, Bucky slowed to a stop, pulling Bea close.

"You haven't changed your mind, have you?" He asked softly, face close to hers.

"No," She wanted to add on a snappy comment, but he kissed her then.

A few cold drops on her head were the only warning before the sky errupted over them in a downpour. They pulled apart in surprise, and then dissolved into laughter, clinging to each other as the rain soaked them to the bone.

Bea tilted her head back, letting the rain fall against her skin, little tiny droplets sticking to her as she lifted her eyes to his. She expected him to be looking up at the sky as well, but instead, he was staring at her. Eyes bright and neon against the dark sky. 

"What?" She breathed a smile playing against her lips. 

He reached up, pushing back strands of wet curls that had fallen out of place and plastered to her forehead as he shook his head softly, "nothing darling, you just look really pretty right now." 

Bea giggled, "I didn't realize drowned rat was your type." 

He smiled, that bright smile that always made her warm inside, "no, but you are."

Bucky leaned down and captured her lips with his, drawing her body flush against his toned front. He pulled away and nuzzled their noses. 

“Plus, you’re more like a drowned Pomeranian. A lot cuter, with a hell of a bite.”

Bea snorted a burst of laughter escaping her before she pulled Bucky down. She kissed him slowly, dragging his lower lip out between her teeth a bit before releasing him. 

“Get me inside and I’ll show you just how much I bite,” she grinned as Bucky’s eyes darkened. He laced their fingers together and began pulling her up the steps and into their building.

The walk down the hall to Bea's apartment was a dripping tangle of tongues and teeth, their hands exploring further with each step closer to the door. Quick kisses turned into long, heart stopping ones that made Bea's toes curl up in the damp leather of her shoes. By the time her key slid into the worn lock, both of them were out of breath and out of control. 

Stumbling inside, Bucky grabbed Bea's waist once more. She let out a squeak as she wobbled on her heels and a pair of eager, slightly chilled lips made a trail from her ear to her throat. 

"Bucky!" she exclaimed, righting herself by grabbing his shoulders. "You tryin' to kill me? These shoes are a mile high!" 

He grinned before pressing his lips to hers once more. Suddenly, Bucky dropped down to his knees and wrapped his hands around her ankle. The skin of his palm was rough through her stockings and she moaned quietly as he looked up, blue eyes blown out with desire. 

"How about I help you out, sweet thing?" Bucky murmured, grabbing her heel and lifting her leg into his lap. 

His deft fingers made quick work of the straps on her heels, eyes focused on her flushed cheeks and damp skin as he switched from one foot to the other. Every brush of his fingers made the heat in her belly build until finally, she couldn't take it any longer, pulling him up and back towards her bedroom.

When they made it to her bedroom, Bucky shut the door behind him, lit by nothing but the silvery wisps of moonlight that shone through the curtains. She expected another kiss, but he quickly moved behind her, grasping the zipper on her dress as he leaned over to press his lips to her ear. He turned her to face the big full-length mirror that stood next to the window. Bea could see her flushed cheeks, her damp hair that stuck to her head, and her dress was soaked all the way through. Bucky looked gorgeous, water dripping off of his hair and trickling down his face. 

"Can I undress you?" He purred. "I always thought about doin' it."

She stood completely still as one of his hands came to slide around her waist, fingers spreading out across her belly. He pulled her toward him, pressing himself against her. She felt the pressure of his cock against her ass and whimpered as his hand travelled a little lower, slipping beneath her dampened skirt. His hands were freezing in comparison to her scorched skin and he gently nipped her earlobe.

"Please, Bea?"

"Yes," she rasped.

Bucky grinned and she watched as he oh-so-slowly dragged the zipper down, watching her watch him in the mirror. It felt like an eternity. Her stomach swarmed with butterflies and her cheeks were so hot she felt like she might combust. She trembled like a leaf.

"You cold, darling?" He asked in that soft, husky voice that nearly brought her to her knees. His lips pressed against the back of her neck as he fully unzipped the dress and began to push it off of her shoulders. 

"A little."

He grinned, sucking gently on the spot between her neck and shoulder. Bea whimpered, her back arching as she reached behind her to wind her fingers in his hair. 

"We should warm you up, then, hmm?"

Bucky wrapped his arms around her bare waist as the dress pooled around her feet.

Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest, it was beating so hard.

He chuckled lightly when she gasped, his lips grazing her neck as he trailed wet kisses down to her collarbone.

"Don't laugh - you're cold!" She hissed. Even though she was definitely enjoying his attention, he was pressed against her in his still damp, chilly clothing.

Bea spun around in his arms, pressing her hand to his chest. "I think it's my turn now," she grinned, dragging her lips along his jawline, "stay still for me." 

She ran her hands down his soaked shirt, tugging on the fabric just above his slacks. The white linen pulled free from his pants and hung loose around his hips. Bea grazed her fingers against the chilled skin of his abs before attempting to work the buttons on his shirt. 

Her fingers fumbled, a soft huff of frustration left her lips before she finally gave up and gripped the edges and yanked, tearing it clean from the fasteners. Buttons flew across the room between them as she ran her hands back down his bare chest, sending a wave of goosebumps along his kin. 

"Jesus Bea," His voice rasped as she looked up at him through thick lashes, "I liked that shirt." He grinned. 

"And I like it better off." She cooed, pressing her lips to his chest leaving perfect lipstick stamps against the toned muscle as her fingers trailed down to his slacks.

Bucky whined and bit down on his bottom lip. “I don’t think I’m gonna survive this if you keep talkin’ like that, sweets.”

Her fingers worked at his belt while her lips continued kissing his chest. She left small, chaste kisses along his collarbone, noting the constellation of freckles gathered near his shoulder. 

He was so beautiful, and he was putty in her hands. She wanted to savor every sound, every sharp intake of breath - she didn’t want this to end. 

Once his belt was off, she undid the top button of his slacks. “Is this okay?” Bea asked breathlessly.

“S’more than okay darling, please,” Bucky said, letting out a whimper when she bent down, squatting and lowering his pants as she went. She knelt in front of him, and stared up through her lashes. 

Bucky audibly gulped, lifting a slightly shaking hand to Bea’s cheek. He brushed his fingertips along her cheekbone, breath escaping his lips as he spoke. 

“You’re so beautiful Bea,” he murmured, and she flushed, grinning at him. 

“Flattery will get you nowhere with me,” she said despite her heated cheeks. Bucky shook his head and brushed her cheek again. 

“Not flattery, just honesty.”

Bea rocked back on her heels, helping Bucky take the last step out of his pants. They both giggled when he wobbled, unsteady as the soaked fabric tried to cling to his skin. Goosebumps raised on his thighs and stomach, the boxers underneath nearly soaked through. 

"Like what you see?" Bucky drawled, making her realize she'd been sitting there slack jawed for more than a few seconds.

"Maybe," she remarked playfully, running her nails down his thighs. "Or I'm just thinking about what I can't see...can I?"

"Fuck," he muttered breathlessly as his head fell backwards. "Yes. That...that sounds great." 

She giggled softly, reaching up to tease the strip of skin above his boxers before starting to work them down his legs. Every inch exposed was hard muscle and smooth skin, making her mouth water. When his cock sprang free, flushed pink and rock hard, she looked back up with the best doe eyes she could muster. 

"You ever have a girl put her mouth on you?" 

Bucky's head snapped down, eyes wide, and for a moment he looked just like the kid in high school that she first developed this horrendous crush on. 

"Christ, Beatrice," he laughed before tracing her bottom lip with his thumb. "Yeah, but none with a mouth like this one."

She stood and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly just to watch his eyes roll back and a curse spill from his lips. Her mouth ghosted along his stubbled jaw. Bucky was usually clean shaven, but she liked to feel a little bit of stubble and wondered what that would feel like between her thighs. 

"Get on the bed and I'll show you everything this mouth can do," she breathed.

"You like to boss men around, don't you?" He groaned as she squeezed his cock just a little. Bea chuckled.

"What's the matter, Barnes? Can't handle it?"

"Oh, I can. I just wish we had crossed this bridge a long time ago."

She kissed him, released his cock and shoved him backward so that he stumbled and collapsed onto the bed. Bea didn't waste time in climbing on top of him. She reached back, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside. Bucky's eyes nearly bugged right out of his head the second he saw her bare tits. His brain looked like it was going to explode and she put her hand on his chest.

"Lay back, sugar. I'll take care of you."

He whimpered as her lips began to glide down his chiselled chest, over taut muscle. She flicked his hipbones with her tongue and he squirmed as she teased him a little until he was quivering beneath her, his cock pulsing. Bea pressed her lips to the tip, her eyes locking with his. Bucky was a mess, with big glistening blue eyes, biting down on his bottom lip as his entire body clenched like a fist. She slowly stuck her tongue out and dragged it up his shaft, causing a high-pitched whine to fill the room. Bea giggled and Bucky's head hit the mattress.

"You're killin' me, princess."

"And here I thought you liked to be teased, Barnes."

A deep growl left his chest as he reached down and tucked a piece of damp hair behind her ear, "I'm usually the one on the teasing side, Bea, but I am not complaining," he rasped. 

Beatrice smirked, and pumped her hand up his cock, "Good boy," she whispered, pulling the tip between her lips and sucking lightly, pulling a moan from Bucky's lips as he gripped the sheets at his sides.

She hollowed her cheeks taking him further into her mouth, her fingers wrapping around the base squeezing gently the length she couldn't fit. Warmth pooled at her center as the sounds of his pleasure filled the room around them. Sweet praises and soft curses wrapped her in a blanket of lust as she bobbed her head. 

"Bea I ain't gonna last long if you keep doing that," he breathed in between gasps of air. 

She released him with a pop grinning up at him, "you better try because I'm taking my time with you," Bea flicked her tongue over the tip, running it through the slit and collecting a bead of precum. 

"Goddamnit," he groaned his head pressing into the pillow as his hips lifted, "You're going to kill me." 

"Maybe," she hummed against him, "but not tonight." She teased before taking him in her mouth again with her own moan that vibrated through them both.

Bea took him deeper, nudging the back of her throat and Bucky’s breath hitched. She slowly pulled off him, sitting back on her heels, a line of spit connecting them before it broke. Bea raised her eyes to Bucky’s, finding them blown out with lust and awe. 

He gaped at her, and she smirked. “Finally speechless Barnes?” He blinked, a grin sliding across his lips as he sat up, big hands smoothing over her thighs before gripping them tightly and lifting her slightly. He pulled her forwards into his lap, until she was straddling him. 

His eyes were locked on her breasts, and a whine slipped out of his mouth before he asked, “Can I?”

"Can you what?" Bea asked. "Use your words or you're not gonna get what you want. I don't care how many drinks you bought me tonight."

Bucky growled and somehow, she was flipped onto her back, caged in by his strong arms. She yelped as his mouth dragged down her throat. Bea couldn't help but whimper as he hit that spot again, this time sinking his teeth into it just a little.

"Taste you," he whispered. "Please, Bea?"

Bea laughed, and the sound only seemed to drive him crazier. He sounded so desperate, pressing his hips into her thigh and rolling them so that she could feel his cock throbbing against her. His mouth found hers in a desperate and aching kiss and he moaned against her lips.

"Say yes," he begged. "Please say yes."

She broke the kiss, pushing his damp hair out of his face.

"You haven't even gotten my underwear off yet." 

Bucky's eyes went wide and he sat on his haunches, grabbing the flimsy fabric with both hands and tearing it with ferocity. Bea gasped, reaching out to swat at him as he laughed.

"Buck, those were expensive!"

"Payback for my shirt," he replied with a grin as he stretched out between his legs, rolling his hips into the mattress. She watched as he placed gentle kisses up and down her thighs and those big blue eyes made her heart skip a beat. "I'll buy you new ones."

Beatrice combed her hand into his hair with a smirk, cocking an eyebrow at him, "you better" 

Placing gentle kisses and nips along the skin of her hip bones, Bucky smiled into her, a deep laugh sending a vibration of pleasure up her body, "sweetheart, I will buy you whatever you want," he took a deep breath and pressed his lips to her wet folds. 

A whine left her throat and she arched her back, "now who's being a tease..." she quipped. 

Bucky circled her clit with his tongue before pulling it between his teeth and sucking softly, "you taste just as sweet as I'd imagined Bea," he mumbled into her skin.

"Less talking," she moaned even though the vibration from his voice worked to drive her crazy. 

She felt him chuckle between her legs as her hips rolled against his mouth. Warm euphoria washed over her like sunshine as he ran his tongue through her, circling her clit in small tight circles as if trying to whisper something to her. 

Moan after moan spilled from both of them while her orgasm built. Her back arched further off the mattress when two fingers slowly slid into her causing her to gasp and tangle her fingers into the roots of his hair. 

"Jesus Bucky," she breathed, feeling his arm hook over her waist, holding her down to the bed.

He groaned into her, sucking on her clit lightly as he pushed his long fingers deeper inside her. 

“Oh! Right there, don’t move a damn inch,” Bea ordered and Bucky whined as she swore, keeping his fingers exactly where they were, rubbing over her sweet spot. “Harder Buck, oh Jesus,” she panted as he did as she said, crooking his fingers harder against her and making her legs start to shake.

He chuckled, keeping the exact pace and pressing against that spot. A warm tingling sensation engulfed her lower back and her clit began to pulse in his mouth. Suddenly, her spine arched and she draped one leg over his shoulder, digging her heel into his strong back as she came with a loud cry. Her hips snapped relentlessly against him as stars appeared behind her eyes. Bucky fucked her right through it, his mouth and fingers stroking her gently as she began to come down. When she was a panting, sweaty mess, he finally looked up at her.

"Never heard a woman make those kinds of sounds before."

Her head was too fuzzy to think of a slick comeback for him. He earned this. Her limbs felt like they were made of jelly and she pushed her fingers through his gorgeous dark hair.

"Good boy," was all she could muster.

That sent Bucky into a frenzy. His eyes flashed and he practically leapt on top of her, his mouth crashing against hers.

"Say it again," he begged through desperate and pleading kisses. 

"Good boy."

His voice broke.

"Goddammit." He pulled back, staring at her. "I need you, Beatrice. So damn badly."

"How badly?"

"Like sometimes, when you're watering the plants on your porch, I think about bending you over it and pulling your skirt up."

His eyes were nearly black, and he looked manic and consumed with lust. She giggled as she wound her arms around the back of his neck, biting down on her bottom lip. His eyes roamed her face and his chest heaved.

"Maybe I want that."

He practically dissolved in front of her, eyes rolling back as he kissed her again.

"I need to be inside you."

"Then get to it, big boy," Bea finally snipped when she caught her breath, bucking her hips up into him. 

A mix between a chuckle and a growl escaped Bucky as he moved his lips down her jaw, nipping the spot just under her ear as he reached between them and lined himself up with her entrance. He continued kissing down her neck, ghosting his lips along her throat before sitting back and catching her gaze. 

His eyes traced her features, "are you okay, Bea?" 

Beatrice nodded, and cupped his cheek, "I'm okay Buck, please... I need this, I need you" she whispered, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, letting herself be vulnerable for one moment. 

Of course, in a time of passion and lust, this man would take a second to check in on her. He always did have a soft side that came on in moments when it really mattered, but Bea had never thought he would be like that in a moment like this. 

Bucky took her words and nodded once, as he slowly pushed himself into her, capturing her lips once more and swallowing a moan as their sounds mixed together. He paused, letting her adjust to him before slowly pumping his hips against her, letting her whine into his mouth.

It surprised Bea a little that Bucky was being so gentle - perhaps she had imagined him to be a more demanding lover or rougher.

Not that she'd ever thought about what Bucky would be like in bed. 

Oh, who was she kidding - she'd definitely thought about it. More than once.

"Faster," She whined, "Please, Bucky -"

Bucky growled in her ear, "So demanding," He groaned, nibbling lightly on her neck before pushing himself up. 

Without stopping his thrusts, he positioned her legs on his shoulders, grabbed her hips and did exactly as she asked.

"Oh - f-f-fuck!" Bea cried out, her fingers curling into the bedsheets as he angled himself just right, hitting the sweet spot and making sparks fly across her vision.

Bucky groaned, planting soft kisses along her calves as he continued his pace though she only felt him. Her eyes were slammed shut, head thrust back into the pillow. Noises that she wasn't even sure if she was the one making were filling the room around them, the sounds of the built-up tension between them finally crackling like lightning. 

Years of unspoken words hung in the air like stars as she opened her eyes looking up at him. His hair was matted to his forehead from the thin sheen of sweat that covered his body. With flushed cheeks and muscles taut, he released her legs, bringing himself back down to press his lips against her own. 

"You have no idea how much I've needed you," he whispered against her mouth as her hands rested against his cheeks, holding his face to hers. It scared her to admit that she'd been wanting this too but she had a feeling he already knew. 

"Just kiss me again," was all she could manage as the mixture of pleasure and emotions swirled inside of her building with her orgasm.

Bucky crashed his lips down onto hers, their tongues mixing together. He rolled his hips deeper into her, pressing her down into the mattress, his toned body firm against hers softer one. 

Bea pulled away from the kiss, gasping, “Bucky! Oh god, please!”

“What Bea? Tell me, sweetheart, what do you need?” Bucky asked softly, trailing his nose along her jaw, pressing a kiss to that spot behind her ear. “C’mon pretty girl, lemme give it to you.”

Bea whined, head angled to the side to give him more room. “N-need to come,” she moaned as Bucky breathed against her ear. “Please, need you - need to come.”

Bucky kissed her forehead. 

"You first, angel. I need to feel you, need you to be a good girl for me."

She shivered against him and his hips began to snap faster and faster as Bea began to quiver around him. Her fingernails raked down his back, digging into his skin. She began to cry out and moan louder and louder until her cries were bouncing off of the walls. She felt self-conscious for a second, but once he started hitting that spot over and over again, it didn't matter. 

Finally, she crumbled, coming so hard that her eyes squeezed shut and his mouth crashed against hers. 

"That's my girl," he moaned. "God, you're incredible. I wanna make you scream like that every day."

She breathed a whine and mumbled something incoherently every nerve in her body still ignited from her orgasm. Bucky brushed his hand over her cheek with a chuckle as his hips continued to snap against hers. 

"I've got you, Bea," he groaned, the pace of his hips becoming uncontrolled as he approached his own climax. She could feel his cock twitch inside her, as the sensitive nerves of her spot were hit again over and over. 

Their sounds filled her apartment as his hips crashed against hers until finally, he came with a deep moan, burying his face into the crook of her neck. Bea racked her fingers into his hair, tugging gently with a whine as she helped him through the overwhelming pleasure that had taken both of them. 

His hips stilled and they stayed there for a few moments, Bucky pressed soft kisses into her skin, whispering praises into her ear with their breath mixing together.

Slowly, Bucky eased out of her, rolling to the side without letting Bea go.

She shifted, nuzzling against him, relishing the afterglow of what they had just done.

"Still hate me?" He asked, smirking as he pressed a kiss against her forehead.

“Not at the moment,” she grinned, giggling when Bucky feigned a look of shock. He kissed her gently, pulling back and opening his mouth but he was interrupted by a knock at the door. 

“I wonder who that is?” Bea murmured and disentangled herself from Bucky despite his protests. 

“Just leave it doll, they’ll go away.” He tried as she pulled on a robe, covering herself. 

“I’ll be right back,” she promised, slipping out of her room.

She tightened the robe around her and found Steve Rogers climbing in through her kitchen window. Bea cleared her throat and watched as his head snapped up and he yelped, falling inside and onto the floor with a grunt.

"Rogers, you know that's a crime, right?"

Steve clamoured to his feet and dusted himself off. He wasn't drenched, so the rain must have stopped. It suddenly occurred to her that she didn't hear it pattering against the windows, but then again, she was too focused on Bucky.

"You know where Buck is?" He asked. His eyes narrowed. "Why's your hair look like that?"

"Like what?" She snapped.

"All messy."

Bea flushed and cleared her throat.

"I was asleep."

"In your makeup?"

"Rogers, what the hell do you want?"

"Bucky's not home, I thought he might have gotten too drunk again and fallen asleep on your couch."

She sighed, not wanting to burst the little bubble she and Bucky had created. She wanted to go back to bed and feel his arms wrapped around her while she fell asleep.

"I left him at the bar talking to some floozy. He's probably at her place."

Steve sighed and she pointed outside.

"Go home, Steve. He's a big boy, he'll be back tomorrow."

"Yeah, okay." He turned toward the window and Bea snapped her fingers. "Use the door like a human being, please."

"Fiiiiiine," Steve groaned.

She watched him head for the door and take one last look at her over his shoulder, his eyes still filled with doubt. Bea went to lunge at him and he yelped, skittering out the door, slamming it behind him. She huffed and went to lock it before padding back to the bedroom.

"Barnes, tell Rogers to stop climbing in women's windows! He's gonna get punched one day!" 

When she entered her bedroom, Beatrice found Bucky, with his pants pulled halfway up. He cleared his throat and continued getting dressed with a shy smile. For a split second, a wave of hurt washed over her, thinking exactly the thoughts she had about him prior to their night together, but she did her best to push those aside. 

"Where do you think your going?" She faked a pout and wandered over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. 

Bucky groaned and placed his hands on either side of her face, giving her lips a soft kiss, moving to her cheek and ghosting her lips to kiss the tip of her nose, "I'm so sorry sweetheart, you must think I'm awful right now, but I really should get home to check on Steve..." 

Beatrice pulled her lip between her teeth, tracing her eyes over his features with a furrowed brow, "seriously?" 

He shrugged and pulled her tightly against his body, "he worries when I don't come home..." Bucky whispered, brushing her hair away from her face, "I promise we will talk tomorrow, okay?" 

With a small nod of her head, she breathed out and pressed her lips into a thin line, "yeah... yeah of course." 

There it was again, that small twinge of hurt and suddenly she felt like any of the other girls Bucky had dared to bring home. Despite knowing that it was true, Steve always came to her on nights Bucky didn't make it home, but it didn't make her feel any better as she walked him to the front door. 

Bucky captured her lips one last time, savoring the way their mouths fit together like two pieces of the same puzzle, letting his forehead linger against hers as their noses brushed together, "I promise, beautiful... First thing in the morning, I'm all yours" 

With a soft smile, Beatrice bid him good night and watched him linger in the hallway for a few minutes before walking into his own apartment and playing it off to Steve who did in fact sound worried about him. She let herself push away the hurt feelings and enjoy the time she'd spent with Bucky. A side of him she'd never seen before, and one she definitely hoped she'd get to see again. 

She flopped onto her bed with a lopsided smile and ghosted her fingertips over her lips, allowing the exhaustion to take over. Beatrice slipped into a deep sleep, with thoughts of her Bucky dancing through her dreams.

[merchantziro]

Since a good few of y'all liked my Danny Phantom post about wanting a less angsty spin on Danny being dissected/vivisected by his own parents or the Guys in White. I might as add this idea that's been bumping around my brain for a little while now.

Danny Phantom X Castlevania AU

Basically the idea of this is that Danny Phantom exists in the Castlevania universe. I imagine given even his ancestors were Ghost Hunters, there would probably be a few Fentons that probably met or were at least aware of the Belmonts and their battles against Dracula over the century.

Maybe Count Dracula and Pariah Dark were both servants of Chaos, acting as the Dark Lord and the Ghost King respectively under Chaos (the true big bad of Castlevania and source of Dracula's powers and potentially Pariah Dark as well in this AU).

So anyway, flash forward to the 2030's where Danny Fenton is now in college and roommates with an exchange student from Japan named Soma Cruz.

Unbeknownst to each other, Danny has earned the title of the new Ghost King after defeating Pariah Dark but he doesn't want the throne yet, meanwhile Soma is the reincarnation of Dracula himself and the candidate to become the new Dark Lord but Soma has fought Chaos itself just to defy his destiny.

Soma and Danny are completely unaware of each other initially but still deal with supernatural threats separate from each other and sometimes dealing with each other's threats.

Like Danny could be on one side of town fighting a skeleton monster or something and wondering why it's not going in the thermos, while Soma is on the other side battling some high tech ghost guy talking about a whelp.

How this AU plays out can honestly go a lot of interesting ways so here's a few of my favorites.

Danny and Soma find out about each other at some point and both find a friendship now that they can abuse their powers freely in their own dorm room for the most mundane purposes or just showing off to each other, like Soma eating completely rotten food using his Ghoul soul while Danny just causally uses his ice powers to cool things down. Maybe both also bitch about the responsibilities they never asked for nor want to deal with among trading stories of adventures.

Danny is made aware of the Dark Lord hiding in Amity Park by a local cult claiming they plan to reawaken him while Soma is made aware of the Ghost King hiding among the living by Genya Arikado (Alucard). Shenanigans ensue until both finally meet and are confused but during a battle they realize the other isn't evil and both meet with Arikado to clear things up.

Alternative to the above it has rival cults attempt to summon the Ghost King and Dark Lord to them to battle for them and both Soma and Danny appear in forms showcasing their dark powers, stare at each other with recognition and confusion, and are just processing what the fuck is going on and why these cult people are yelling at them to fight.

Soma and Danny eventually accept their titles as Dark Lord and Ghost King because they both come to an understanding, accepting their burdons so nobody else should have to and use their dark powers to protect the world to spite Chaos. With Fright Knight and Death as their right hand men (both of whom also might be dating each other).

There's probably like a bunch of other ideas this could include. Such as Genya Arikado being contacted by the Guys in White to assist them. Which leads to GIW operatives showcasing to Arikado their plans for destroying all sorts of paranormal beings such as Danny Phantom.

Meanwhile Alucard, a half vampire who knows from experience that not all supernatural beings are evil, is just staring at them blankly and wondering what's the best way to completely sabotage and destroy this entire government branch before they do something they will regret.

[dysco-lymonade]

29 for ankle monitor au please? I really love this au and they're so adorable together 🥺

29. Visiting their home for the first time

Heads up that none of this story is linear. Sorry if that gets confusing.

Lexa walks awkwardly down the sidewalk next to Clarke. Is this a date? Surely not. She just asked if Lexa wanted to walk her home. They’d been idly chatting about a new show they both wanted to watch, and the conversation ran until it was time for Clarke to clock out.

The blonde’s hand has brushed against hers twice now during the stroll, Lexa’s response was to shove both hands into her hoodie pocket.

Keeping her eyes straight ahead, she doesn’t realize that Clarke stopped walking until she feels a hand grasping around her elbow, bringing her to a halt. She spins around, and damn near right into Clarke.

“Easy there.” Clarke teases, gripping her arm just a smidge tighter. “This is me.” She nods her head towards the brick building beside them.

“Oh, alright. Have a good night, Clarke.” Lexa moves to continue on to her own home, deciding to walk the same direction they were heading. Her house is ten blocks in the opposite, but Clarke doesn’t need to know how far out of her way she’s gone just to spend time with her.

“Hey, wait a minute.” Clarke hesitates for a moment and looks up at the apartment again. “I think my roommate is out tonight.”

All Lexa can do is stand and stare dumbly, blinking a couple of times. Okay, so is this a date?

“Oh?” Award winning response, as always. It’s a surprise Clarke even wants to be her friend.

“You wanna come up?” It’s the quirk of a dark blonde eyebrow that has Lexa losing the last bit of her cool.

“To your place?”

“Yeah I thought you could help me with my case.”

…

“I’m kidding, you dork. Come have a beer with me. We can watch the first episode together.”

“You want to hang out?”

All Lexa gets in response is an exasperated huff of, “Come on.” And a tug on her arm before Clarke drops it and moseys over to the door.

The walk to Clarke’s second floor apartment is spent in silence. The building is nothing special, just a mid-century brick house split into four apartments, all white walls and dark wooden doors.

When they step inside, though, all Lexa can see is chaos.

“Sorry about the mess, Raven is a workaholic and I’m… well, I don’t have much of an excuse.” Clarke hangs her keys on a hook next to the door, dropping her bag right smack in the middle of the entryway floor.

“No. No, it’s… it’s you. It’s very you.” Taking in her surroundings, Lexa spies an entire wall covered in what appears to be a graffiti style mural of the Polis skyline. There are spray paint cans lying all over the floor on top of a stained bedsheet. “Your landlord lets you paint?”

“I wouldn’t say that, necessarily.” Clarke smirks, accentuating that perfect fucking beauty mark above her lip. “They don’t come around much.”

“That must be nice.” Lexa thinks about her landlord, and their bi-weekly pest inspections, which was a selling point when she decided to rent there for grad school. She can’t imagine having a home like this pass any type of inspection. It’s not dirty, it’s perfectly messy in a perfectly Clarke way. “Your roommate doesn’t mind?”

“Oh, Raven? No. She fully supports my artistic endeavors. I’m not sure I should tell you this, counselor,” Clarke sends Lexa a cheeky wink. “But she’s usually my getaway driver after I spruce up the old buildings.”

“And by spruce up, you mean…”

“Vandalize, with my artistic genius. Yes.”

“Lucky for you, I’m not a lawyer yet.” Eyes roaming over to the kitchen, Lexa notices that it’s spotless. “No art anywhere else?”

Clarke sends her another signature smirk, “There’s more in my bedroom. You can see that later, if you play your cards right.”

[dustofthedailylife]

I AM FINALLY DONE WITH MY SCHOOLING AND NOW I'M GOING TO GET MY AWARDS!!

ALSO CAN I HAVE A ROOMMATE BRAINROT AU WITH ALHAITHAM AND KAVEH?

Okay so the scenario is reader adopts a child(they can be any gender you want but mainly I want to see reader with a son) and reader gave all of her attention, love, affection to the cut child and they thought him about many things and when the child started to notice both alhaitham and kaveh's behavior towards reader the child decides to help the two of them(you can change this scenario or maybe scrap this idea if you have time)

(Also my overworked self is finally free from all of the work and deadlines I have to finish)

From your lovely

Geo anon!

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[-> Roommate AU brainrots] Ayyyyy, congrats geo nonnie! I'm proud of you <3 :3

Alternatively it could also be our little brother that we have to take care of for a while. So he moves in as well (chaos inc.).

Due to the fact that he is your little brother and the fact that you love the little dude you spend a lot of time with him.

One day you have to attend some meeting at the Akademiya so you leave him with the boys.

Now imagine this 10 year old boy sitting down on the sofa in the living room where both of them happen to be at the time. Both Kaveh and Alhaitham fall silent the boy sits down and looks at them with a scrutinizing expression.

"Everything good, little man?" Kaveh asks with a beaming smile.

"You're both in love with my sibling." He states matter-of-factly in a way it makes even Alhaitham lower his book.

"And you're fighting over them." He continues.

"Now what made you come to that conclusion?" Alhaitham inquires and cocks and eyebrow.

Your little brother starts reciting every little thing he noticed ever since he moved in as well until Kaveh eventually tells him to stop. He seems to have gotten the point across.

"Alright, so what if we are? What are you going to do with that information?" Kaveh asks.

"Well. I can help you... but only one of you will win. So, think of something to win me over. I'll wait." Your brother announces and runs off, leaving the two men dumbfounded.