#its going to be a little chilly and i want to take my new coat with me but issue its not chilly right now so i cant wear it onto the train

[obsob]

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

[heartfullofleeches]

Practice

College Yan + Older Neighbor Reader [M + G.N]

Summary: A friend requests a favor from you after a rough night

Warning: Legal age gap, mentions of alcohol and drugs, emotional manipulation, groping

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12 missed calls....

"..Hey, Y/n. Just realized you're probably still at work right now....l I just wanted to say thanks for everything. Without you - I don't think I'd be out here tonight.."

"Y/n - hey! Oh... just missed you I guess. I just arrived, and... honestly I'm really nervous. There's more people than I thought there'd be and I don't know anyone. You mind if I call again? Even if you don't answer - it's nice not being alone."

"Y/n... things are going pretty good so far. Someone just came up to me and handed me a cup. I've never drank before, but I have too many regrets already to have another. This goes out to you."

"Are you afraid of dying alone?.... it never crossed my mind until my grandad died a few years back. Nobody liked the guy so he just.... wasted away alone in his house. I don't want that to happen to me. I wish you were here."

"Y/n?.... fuck... please don't listen to that last message. Can you come pick me up? I sent the address to you earlier, but I forgot to tell you. I think I drank too much and I know it's late but... fuck."

"You're coming to pick me up...aren't you? You wouldn't leave me behind like everyone has... I'm so happy I-"

Message Saved.

You didn't need to hear the rest. Teddi was the sweetest guy you've met in recent years. A little rough around the edges, sure, but it's a given with everything he's been through. Once you cracked that shell, he revealed that dorky, loveable self of his who still cried when animals died in movies yet gushed for hours about his fascination with horror media as a whole. You thought you were doing the right thing by trying to get him out of his comfort zone - keep him from turning out like you.

Breathing through your teeth, you toss your phone into the passenger seat as you exit the vehicle. Beer glasses and someone's glasses left out in the field crunch beneath your feet as you cross the lawn up to the house and adjacent door. Poking your head through the crack; a sea of young adults and their peers overcrowd the living space - egging each other into boisterous acts and having the time of their new lives. Realistically you couldn't be a few years older than the older face in the crowd, but this wasn't your click. You walk up to the nearest, unattended person and tap them on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, looking for someone. Thick glasses, nose ring, blue...ish hair? Should've brought my phone out-"

"Oh!! You must be Ted's partner. Y/n - right?."

"We aren't dating. I'm their neighbor."

"My bad - he's just been talking about you all night so I thought - anyway, he's up on the roof. Said he needed the fresh air. Just head upstairs, the ladder to the attic should be right there.

"Alright. Thanks." You push past them and up the stairs - bracing your foot on the ladder rails that creek under your weight as you climb up into the attic. The room is foggy, musty fog filtered out the open door leading to the patio. You reject an offer for its source as politely as you could as you brush by the individuals occupying the space, pulling your shirt over your nose as you step out into the chilly night. Laying on a blanket made of someone else's coat, Teddi sits beneath the stars wearing the jacket you lent him about a week ago. He takes the blunt offered by a peer, breaking off its tip as he pulls it to his lips. You knock on the door frame twice - smoke violent exhausted from his nose and lungs as he turns around to see you.

"Y/n." Teddi staggers to his feet, legs tangled in his makeshift blanket as he trips and stumbles his way towards you. He sports a dopey grin, fixing your jacket to his shoulder. "Hey, we were just talking about you - this is.. uh.." He snapped his fingers. "Fuck."

"Trudy."

"Trudy! Right, haha - they're great, but not as great as you."

"That's great." You wrap an arm around their shoulder, turning them towards the door. "We're leaving."

Teddi slurs out a whine, leaning back - trying to pull you with him. "What? But you just got here. I wanna introduce you to everyone first."

"Maybe later. I need to get you home." Your right hand finds the small of his back, locking around his waist. "Car - now."

His pink face flushes further. "Okay...."

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Loading Teddi into the car, his head slumps against the passenger window as you shut the door. The ride home is mostly quiet - his hand glued to your lap no matter how many times you nudge him away. His head rolls over to your shoulder and the alcohol on his breath fans your face as he speaks.

"Do you think somebody will ever love me, Y/n?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"I meant someone tonight."

He studies your face. No twinge of jealousy or sadness. You almost looked relieved. He swallows, buring the ache as he continues. "I meant someone and.... I know they're way out of my league. Kind....smart....when they smile it's like the whole room lights up. We hadn't known each other for long, but they've always been there and... I can't imagine life without them now that they're here. Despite our differences I know we are meant for each other."

You ease your foot off the gas. "....Ted. You're a good kid. If I had known a guy like you back when I was your age I would have loved to get to know him."

Teddi sits upright, looking down as he rubs his face. "Quit talking like you're so much older than me..."

"We're here."

Teddi glances outside. Always when he works up the courage to talk to you.. You park outside your house and round the car to help him get to his. Teddi clutches your arm as you face his yard.

"Please don't make me go home tonight, Y/n."

His nails dig into your shirt. "Please."

You sigh. Helping him up the driveway and into your home, you guide Teddi into your bedroom- afraid of what's happen if you give him the couch. Teddi relaxes as you cross the threshold into your living room. The familiarity of your home, just the two of you in this vast space - he wouldn't give it up for anything. The lingering stress melts from his face as you lower him into your bed, resting on the pillow you lay your head on every night. You set his glasses on the dresser and bring him a glass of water - wishing him good night as you turn off the lights. Hovering over the bed, he grabs your wrist as you turn to leave.

"Y/n..... please stay with me tonight."

He brings a hand up to your face, stroking your jaw as he pulls you closer. "Kiss me, Y/n."

".... how much did you drink, Teddi."

"Alot, but - I need you... to help me I mean. I've never kissed anyone before, and I need the practice if I'm ever going to tell them how I feel. You're the only person I can turn to for this. You promised that you would always be there for me."

You knew that would come back to haunt eventually. "Ted, when I said I'd help you with anything, I meant like teaching you how to do your taxes or change a tire. This isn't something we should be doing."

His cheek presses against your neck, fresh tears staining your skin. "We can forget about it in the morning.... They're all I have. You're all I have... Please don't leave me too."

"....show me."

"Huh?"

"How you would confess. Show me."

You sit on the edge of the bed. Teddi props back against the frame, tucking his hair behind one ear and fixing his shirt. He chews on his bottom lip - the moonlight reflecting off your skin basking you in that heavenly shine he always saw. He looks down. "I'm gonna use your name just to make it easier - okay?"

Teddi takes a deep breath. "Y/n - you... you're the most amazing person I've ever met. When I'm with you, it's like opening my eyes for the first time. You're someone I know I can trust through thick and thin... you've always been there for me, and I want to be here for you... forever."

He scoots closer, placing a hand on your lap as he cups your cheek - leaning in til his forehead rests against yours. "I like you...I love you. Please, stay with me."

Teddi slowly closes the distance; fingers restricted round your thigh as his lips fall flush against yours. It feels like a crime - your soft skin beneath his chapped, bitten lips. He presses deeper, engraving every each of you into his memory and being that his mind would allow. His tongue ghosts your lower lip, snaking against your teeth. His hand clasps the base of your neck as he adds his weight to your chest, pulling you up on the bed as he brings your hanging leg up to his side.

"y/n....."

He cards his fingers through at your hair - the taste of whiskey and desperation hot on your tongue as you wince from the abrupt tug at the back of your skull. The depth of your mouth is more indicating than any substance he had all night. His fingers sink into the flesh of your leg, working towards the curve of your ass as a moan vibrates through your teeth centered from throaty whine he makes as they close around his tongue. His lip ram yours as he tilts his head for a better angle with enough force to bruise, and by god he hopes it does. Biting down doesn't stop his tongue from barreling down your throat - ball piercing sucked to the roof of your mouth. He gives pause only when he finally accepts the stars dancing in view are from the lack of oxygen rather the magic of the eve- falling to your chest with a few links and kisses between greedy intakes of air and your scent. He giggles, hiccuping as his arms shoot around your waist.

"My first kiss...... I made sure to tear off the end when I smoked with that girl so I wouldn't lose it even indirectly. Was I your first too? Can you by my first in other ways too?"

You pull from under him as he nips at your shoulder. "You're not into Trudy?"

"Trudy?" The name rolls off his tongue with such disgust and confusion. "Heck no. The person I like is so much more special than her. I'm lucky to even be in their presence. I wanna give them the world. My heart. I love you.... them- so much."

You fall silent as he nuzzles his face against your torso, eyes growing heavy. "It's late, Teddi. Go to bed."

"Will you sleep with me?.... Stay with me until the morning?..."

".....Always."

Teddi cuddles up to your side as you join him in bed - fighting exhaustion to treasure your sleeping face beside him.

[ajortga]

hot cocoa?

pairing: tara carpenter x fem reader (platonic sam carpenter x fem reader)

a/n- a winter's special of december! ahh christmas! i'll be gone for 2 weeks for the holidays but i wanted to wrap something special for you guys, I started this in october and i was like its literally too early, so i finished it up! i have another idea for a story but i havent started on lead series at allll..

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Cold breeze slipped through your body as you walked through the pathways of New York City. The weather was coldly crisp, your breath would fog up as you exhaled through your parted lips.

As petite flakes of snow fell gracefully, the wind began to pick up. You felt goosebumps begin to coat your arms, shivering and wrapping your hoodie around yourself tighter. 

You sat just outside of your local coffee shop, you could feel the warmness caressing your body as the door opened and closed, a small ding ringing as a customer stopped by. You waited for your girlfriend, Tara to finish her coffee bean shopping like she did every two weeks for Sam.

You never minded tagging along with her, having her take her time. You would give anything to spend more time than you already have with her. It was so crowded today, as much as you wanted to go in and feel the warmth of her, of the coffee shop, you couldn't. It was compacted and surely you would be squeezed from all of the figures. You didn't mind to tell her to take her time. But today, winters storm began to blow with harshness, causing you to wish she would buy her coffee beans quicker.

Your nose was red, sniffling as the cold sweet air inhaled through your body perfectly. You could swear that if you wrapped your (Tara's) hoodie around you even tighter than it already was, it would pop and tear like a balloon. 

Christmas lights brightened all of New York, complimenting the snow just right. There was an ice skating rink at the center of NYC, jumbo screens projecting holiday advertisements. You saw little children wearing giant puffy jackets with earmuffs and gloves, giggling as they walked around the streets with their parents. Faint holiday songs could be heard, mixed with the laughs and chatters of people around you. You exhaled, your breath fogging up in the winter snow.

Your shoulders un-tensed as soon as you heard the coffee shop bell ding. Your tiny, sweet, cozy-looking Tara waddling out with her coffee beans in hand. Her eyes beamed at you as she pulled you in for a tight hug, nose nuzzling your neck.

"Hi baby." You smile, blush creeping on your cheeks as you felt your heart flutter.

Her body warmth spread through you like a wave. You sighed happily, smelling her sweet scent from her hair.

Warm.

It made you want to hold her just a little tighter. 

Your girlfriend giggled, kissing your cheek as she caressed your face.

"You must be cold, baby. You're freezing!" She gasped as she touched your snowy, icy cold face, rubbing your blushed cheeks. Warmth flooded through you.

She took off her beanie and placed it gently on your head, securing it. 

"You look cute," she cooed, snuggling you.

You felt warmer, of course you did, you always felt warm with Tara around.

"I'm sorry I had to make you wait for so long. They sold out of our favorite and they were checking if they had any in the back. You must've been freezing, your nose is all red Y/N."

You sniffle, rubbing your nose as you kiss her, "Don't apologize love, it just got a little chilly." You grin, your body shaking again as the wind picks up once again.

"A little?"

"Okay it's really cold," You admit.

Tara rolled her eyes playfully, looking up at you, "You should've worn more than just my hoodie, I could've lent you my scarves and boots, earmuffs too!" She paused, seeing how your body shook slightly, "Come on, let's go back to our home and make some hot cocoa."

You immediately nodded, "Hot cocoa sounds... Warm."

Tara snorted softly, giggling once again as her arm curled around yours, you nuzzled her nose and sniffled as you both walked back to your apartment.

The walk back was quite easy, if Tara doesn't mention the fact you both slipped on the slippery ice cold pavement on your way home. Tara fell first, but you fell harder with her, both of you sliding down the freezing concrete as you both squeal, struggling to get up.

Both your backs hurt, stretching when you finally entered the apartment building. 

You were freezing, as much as Tara's warmth seeped through you, you felt so numb and cold, your body shaking as you clung on to her, teeth chattering.

"My poor sweetheart. Let's get you inside. Oh Y/N you're shaking." She whispers, voice tinted with concern and worry.

By the time Tara opened your shared apartment with Sam, your frozen body practically dropped to the floor like a piece of bread, groaning against the carpet as Sam came over and laughed.

"Taraa, didn't I say to tell Y/N that it would be freezing?"

"Oh it's my fault? I'm sorry," she mocks, eyeing down her sister, "I'm not the one who ordered their sister to go out knowing that her girlfriend would tag along in the freezing cold."

Sam scoffs, patting your back as you shook, "If your mouth keeps moving any longer I think Y/N will freeze."

Tara immediately snapped out of it, looking down at you as she leaned down, "Shoot, I'm sorry, let's get you somewhere warm."

Her arm wraps around your waist securely as she holds your back and lifts you up easily, your head tucked against her chest as she carries you to the couch and grabs a blanket.

You lay there, shaking, your eyes barely open as Tara jumps in your arms and wraps her legs and arms around you to warm you up, nuzzling her nose to yours. 

She can feel your body practically shaking as she smiles, holding you tighter, Sam comes in and grabs the biggest blanket she can find and throws it over both of you, ruffling her sisters hair in the process.

"I put the ingredients by the counter for some hot chocolate, you guys wanna make it together?"

"Yes!" You both say in unison, practically leaping off each other as your hands wrap around each other to the kitchen.

You think your nose is frozen, Tara has to grab her scarf and wrap it around you as if you're Frosty the Snowman, giving your forehead a kiss.

Your little family warms up the milk on a pot near the stove, while that happens, the milk chocolate is melting in the microwave and Sam is grabbing some new whipped cream from the pantry along with Tara grabbing some peppermints to flake on top after. 

A ding is heard and everyone races to the microwave, Sam opening it and grabbing the bowl, but dropping it back from it being to hot. Tara snickers, prepared as she grabs it with an oven mitt, but you're even more prepared, taller then Tara and tickling her as you grab it with your mitt and using the spatula to mix, leaving the Carpenters whining.

Your eyes beam in victory as you stir, pouring it into the warm and sweet milk as they argue, mixing it all together.

The smell smells like it came straight out of a Christmas movie bakery, the scent makes your mouth water, you can tell it does for Sam and Tara as well, since they have both stopped talking and are staring at the pot like buried treasure.

Now it's everyone's turn to scurry to grab a cup, the three of you frantically grabbing the whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and peppermint flakes, the rivalry long forgotten, every one of you just wants a sip.

You pour the steaming and cozy drink from the pot to the mugs quickly, hearing Sam and Tara's impatient huffs, when you're finally done, every one of you grasps the side of your mugs and sips the sweetness.

You can't tell if it's the cold and the way you quivered or the cocoa itself, but it tasted so warm and creamy. It was perfect.

A small "mhh" sound leaves your lips as you exhale a satisfied sigh, the Carpenters following in suite as a smile forms on Tara's face.

Sam sees the way you both are quite satisfied and huffs, "It would've tasted better if I were to mix-" she's cut off by a shriek when Tara sprays whipped cream on her nose.

That was definitely not the right way, because a war has just broken out as you and Tara run for your lives from Sam.

[reluctant-mandalore]

🍂 Fictober 🍂 Day 1: Cold Weather (Din Djarin x gn!Reader)

During the chilly fall season on a new planet, you go on an afternoon outing with the Mandalorian and his son. Though of course you forgot your coat.

Warnings: Fluff, found family, crushes, pre-relationship, little bit of flirting, not beta read Word Count: 1771 Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader a/n: I slept for most of the first day and then my back was achy when I was trying to edit this. So its late. But it's here. And thats all that matters. Enjoy a fall afternoon outing with our fave clan of two. Day 2's prompt should be out later today (hopefully lmao).

“Grogu, we’ve been over this, you need to wear your coat.”

The child had huffed at the Mandalorian’s words. His large ears lowering, as he frowned and shook his head. You had watched them be trapped in this standoff for quite some time now. Neither father nor son wanted to budge. It was starting to get colder on this planet in recent days. But despite the chill—and despite his fathers lecturing—the little one had been determined to take his coat off any chance he got.

This had been his third time taking off the coat while hoping that neither of you would notice. Din had always been overprotective though, and he had been even more observant. He always had a keen eye for noticing these things, and there was nothing the child—or you—could seem to get past him.

“It’s getting colder out, and I don’t want you getting sick.” Din had tried reasoning with him. “You don’t want to get sick. Right kid?”

Grogu had huffed again. He pouted up to his father before trying to look past him over to you sitting on the bench nearby. Clearly he hoped to rally in your support to his losing battle, and most days those wide pleading eyes of his would convince you to his side in a heartbeat. Unfortunately for the child though, today you found yourself agreeing with the Mandalorian. As you had also caught yourself wishing you had remembered to bring your own coat this chilly afternoon.

Discovering that you wouldn’t be helping him, Grogu had huffed one more time, before finally allowing Din to bundle him back in the coat. The pout he wore as his father buttoned him up making you want to chuckle.

“See? It’s not so bad.” Din had patted the little one’s head after he finished with the last button. Although Grogu only sent a frown back his way, before toddling off back to the leaf pile he was playing in earlier.

The Mandalorian had watched Grogu from where he kneeled for a moment. Though soon he had stood to come back and sit next to you on the bench. He had given you a small nod as he sat, and you had returned it with your own smile. A comfortable silence had fallen between you two then, as you watched the child explore and play in the little clearing. Despite not being pleased with the coat he wore, Grogu still seemed to be enjoying himself at least. He had been throwing leaves here and there. Giggling and laughing to himself as he did so.

“I don’t understand why he doesn’t want to wear it.” After some time Din had been the first to speak, as he shifted a bit awkwardly next to you. “He was so happy picking it out in the market a few days ago, but now he wants nothing to do with it.”

You gave him a shrug. “He’s probably just not used to it—that’s all—give him some time.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, sometimes kids are just picky with these things.” You said smiling again as you watched the child chase down a frog, struggling to keep up in his puffy jacket. “He’ll get used to it eventually.”

Din had let out a bitter sigh, but you could hear the smile in his words. “Yeah you’re right.”

“I usually am.”

He had snorted at that reply, and quickly the two of you fell back into silence. The only sound once again being that of the child's happy geal and the birds singing their sweet tunes. Another breeze had swept through, rustling the leaves and sending an icy chill to roll down your spine. Once again you had found yourself wishing you hadn’t forgotten your own coat, as you shivered and shuddered with every gust of wind that passed.

“Cold?” Din’s question had nearly made you jump, and you looked over to find him looking at you with a tilt of his helmet.

“A little.” You admitted with another shiver, now feeling a bit embarrassed while under the Mandalorian’s gaze. “I honestly didn’t think it would be this cold when we left earlier.”

He had hummed in understanding and went back to watching the child for a moment. You went back to doing so as well. Thinking that had been the end of the discussion, though soon the heavy weight that rested over your shoulders proved otherwise. The cape—his cape—that he tucked around your shivering form had enveloped you in an instant warmth. The cozy fabric making itself the perfect barrier for you from cold.

No wonder he wore this thing all the time—it was stylish and warm.

“There.” He murmured in a hushed tone, as he smoothed out some of the wrinkles in the fabric, and adjusted it around you a little more snuggly. “That should help you stay warm.”

“Thank you.” Your voice had struggled to speak, as you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow shy.

Din had been so close to you as he fixed the cape. His leg had brushed with yours at every movement, and if it weren’t for the helmet that shielded his face, you would have felt how his breath fanned your cheeks. He hadn’t seemed to realize it though until the two of you shared a glance. Your eyes locked to one another, and mere inches apart. Only then did he seem to catch himself. Clearing his throat as he pulled away and averted his gaze. A mumbled apology quickly leaving him as he did.

“Keep it till we get back.” He didn’t dare look at you as he spoke, crossing his arms over his chest awkwardly. Although you couldn’t help but notice how his leg still seemed to brush with yours every now and then. “I don’t need you getting sick either.”

You only nodded. Smiling to yourself a little, and snuggling further into the cape. Your heart feeling like it would jump out of your chest at any moment.

“You know…” He continued quietly, his voice trailing and words a bit teasing, as he had looked at you from the corner of his eye with the tilt of his helmet. “You’re just like the kid with not wanting to wear a coat.”

You gave a little laugh at his words, unable to deny his claim. “Guess I’m a bad influence then, huh?”

“No. I wouldn’t say that.” He shook his head while giving a small chuckle himself, and glancing away from you to watch the child again. “I’d say the opposite actually. You’re a great influence on the kid.”

“You think so?”

“Of course! He adores you…” Din had almost seemed to pause in thought before allowing himself to finish. “We both adore you. Things wouldn’t be the same without you around.”

There was another flutter in your chest at his words, and suddenly it wasn’t just the cape that gave you warmth. The two of you had looked to one another, unable to stop yourselves from leaning closer, as the air between you had seemed to shift. It had been hard to deny the feelings that both of you were beginning to feel for one another lately. And moments like these had only seemed to make it even harder.

“Patuu!”

The sound from Grogu had broken you both from the trance, and you both looked to find him standing before you two now. The smile he wore bright, as he held out his hands for you to see what he had found. It had been acorns—of course—the child had been fascinated with them since arriving to this planet.

“Oh! Is this for me?” The child had beamed up at you at the question when you realized he held one out to you, and with a smile you took the acorn. “What a lovely little acorn! Thank you Grogu.”

Grogu had let out a happy noise at your acceptance of his gift. His eyes bright with excitement as he watched you look over the acorn. Pleased with seeing your approval, he glanced at the other acorn still in his hand, and then looked to the Mandalorian at your side.

“Do I get one too?” Din seemed to perk up, but any hope he had died quickly as Grogu soon sent a glare his way at the question, before turning to waddle rather grumpily away back to his leaf pile.

“I think he’s still mad about the coat.” You barely managed to stop the laugh that threatened to spill from your lips at the sight.

“Yeah.” The Mandalorian almost sounded like he had been pouting, and based on how his shoulders had sunk you wouldn’t put him past it. “I guess he is”

“Oh don’t worry Din.” You patted his shoulder gently. Trying to reassure him.“He’ll forgive you soon.”

“He can be pretty stubborn.” He mumbled back. Sounding utterly defeated.

You gave a teasing hum. Nudging him with your arm a little. “He’s just like his dad then.”

“I’m not stubborn.” He had tried to argue, but any defense he had fell quickly at the look you sent his way. “I’m only stubborn when I need to be.”

The two of you shared another small laugh at that before falling back into that familiar silence and watching over the child play. The three of you would spend the rest of the afternoon out there. Only leaving when Din would finally decide it had been time to pack up, and head back to the ships. Grogu had almost fought with him over it, but unlike with the coat, he had quickly been won over with the promise of food.

Though it wouldn’t be until the next day where the little one would finally seem to have forgiven his father. This time when you three went to leave for the afternoon outing he did not fight the Mandalorian over the coat. Instead he let his father bundle him up with little complaint. Babbling in bits of gibberish, and pulling out the acorn he had found the other day. Handing it to Din with a bright smile before immediately waddling off in the direction of the clearing.

“See, Din?” You smiled at him, as you both began walking to follow behind the child. “I told you he’d forgive you.”

He had looked over the acorn. The smile he wore hidden behind the helmet. “Yeah, you were right.”

“I usually am.” You had gone to laugh, but an icy breeze had swept through as you spoke, and instead you could only seem to shiver while Din had chuckled.

Of course you had forgotten your coat again.

[mamawasatesttube]

number 81 for the writing prompts: "It's cold, you should take my jacket."

(mostly cause I wanna see Tim wear Kon's leather jacket and Neither of them being normal about it but do what you want with it it's your fic <3)

“Here.”

Tim looks up as Kon waltzes back into the living room, two enticingly-steaming mugs in his hands. Hot spiced apple cider sounds absolutely divine right now—the blustery Kansas day outside is reaching its icy fingers into the farmhouse despite the fire blazing merrily in the hearth, and Tim has to admit, he maybe should’ve packed warmer for this trip.

Kon presses one of the mugs into his hands—the nicer one, Tim notes, without the chip in the rim—and Tim accepts it with a grateful hum. The warmth seeps into his palms immediately. “Thanks.”

“No problemo, Rob-lemo.” Kon plops down next to him on the couch, his TTK keeping his cider perfectly still in his mug as he makes himself comfortable. “It’s pretty chilly out today. Gonna be a good night to go skating—the pond down by the McAllister’s place is frozen over, and this time of year, they string up lights ‘n’ invite all the neighbors to come by in the evenings. Wanna go?”

Tim hums in consideration. “Could be fun, but just warning you, it’s been a hot minute since I did any skating, so I’m kinda rusty. And I didn’t bring any skates.” Mmm, the steam rising up from his cider smells amazing. “Did you make this?”

Kon’s eyebrows shoot towards the ceiling. Then he puffs out his cheeks in mock offense, folding his arms across his chest. “You don’t have to sound so surprised! I’m good in the kitchen.”

Yeah, Bart keeps calling him malewife material about it. Tim grins into his mug; it’s not his fault it’s so easy to ruffle Kon’s feathers, or that it’s so funny to do so. “I guess it is Ma’s recipe, so it’d be hard to make it bad.”

Kon politely waits for him to lower the mug from his mouth and then swats him on the back of the head. Tim does appreciate the pause, even as he ducks away, laughing. The cider tastes like apples and cinnamon and honey; warmth spreads through Tim’s chest.

“You’re rude,” Kon tells him. “Just for that, if you fall on your face when we go skating, I’m not helping you up. I’m just gonna laugh.”

“Oh, it’s a when we go skating now?” Tim quirks an eyebrow at him in turn. “I just said I didn’t bring any skates.”

“We can get you some, that’s no trouble,” Kon says, flapping a dismissive hand. Tim opens his mouth to ask where, exactly, in Smallville, can they get a pair of new ice skates in a matter of a couple of hours, but then closes it again when it hits him that even if there isn’t a big sporting goods shop in Smallville, geography isn’t really a concern to someone who can crisscross the entire globe in a matter of minutes.

“Yeah, okay, sure.” Tim lightly elbows him. “Don’t tell me you’re actually good at skating. I bet you just TTK your way through it.”

Kon elbows him back. “Yeah, right! I’m pretty decent, no powers required, actually. Been going plenty with Jon. He particularly loves this one roller dome in Metropolis that always has Super merch in the arcade claw games.”

Okay, Tim has to admit, he’s melting a little about that. Kon loves his little brother. The image of him taking Jon skating is really cute—he can just picture Jon wobbling along, holding Kon’s hand, and rambling about his day like he loves to do. He bites back a truly sappy smile; his toes curl instead, where they’re tucked under a cushion to stay warm.

“Lemme guess. The claw games are where you TTK it up.”

Kon snickers. “They’re rigged as hell, but the kid wants his misshapen Superman plushies, so obviously I gotta win ‘em for him.”

“Obviously,” Tim agrees. He curls his fingers around his mug a little tighter, soaking up its warmth; he’s got an actual winter coat for when they go out, but he really wishes he’d brought some thicker sweaters or hoodies for hanging around in the house itself. He’s used to the damp, creeping cold of Gotham; the blustery Kansas winters might be about the same temperature, but the wind out here blows right through him.

Kon shifts next to him, setting his cider down on a coaster on the coffee table. Tim glances up just in time to see him unzip and shrug out of his hoodie—it’s fleece-lined and light pink with a strawberry cow printed on the front breast pocket, very cute.

And then Kon leans over and wraps it around Tim’s shoulders. Tim’s face heats.

“It’s cold,” Kon explains. “Take my jacket. I don’t really need it that bad, anyway, so you may as well get some use out of it.”

It’s still warm from his body, and Tim lifts one hand from his mug to pull it more tightly around himself like a blanket. His nose brushes the collar when he turns his head a little. The jacket smells like Kon’s cologne.

…It’s the citrus-and-spice one Tim bought him last Christmas. He’s wearing the cologne Tim picked out for him last year, the one Tim definitely didn’t spend almost an hour agonizing over as he imagined tucking his face into Kon’s shoulder and inhaling this specific scent from his collarbone. He’s…

Tim’s face gets even hotter. Abruptly, he takes a gulp of hot cider, hiding in his mug. Kon’s jacket smells like him, and it’s warm, and it’s big and cozy and soft, and…

Kon is staring at him, Tim realizes belatedly. He didn’t notice because he was busy, uh, processing, but Kon’s looking at him like he’s…

Like he’s the last morsel of dessert on the table, and Kon has a ravenous craving for some sugar?

Tim swallows hard. Deliberately counts to eight on his next inhale and exhale. If he lets his heart rate pick up, Kon will definitely notice.

“Thanks,” he manages, finally. “That’s, uh. Yeah. That’s nice.”

“I’ll say,” Kon mutters. He drops his gaze, his cheeks a little pink, and then reaches over to ruffle Tim’s hair. “Bring warmer lounge clothes next time, dumbass. The farmhouse is kinda old. Gets drafty in here.”

“Yeah,” Tim says wryly. He shifts his weight, rearranging his legs so that instead of leaning on the armrest, he flops himself against Kon’s side, dropping his head to his shoulder for a moment. “I noticed.”

Kon leans his cheek against Tim’s hair. “At least you got me to keep you warm,” he sighs, slipping his arm around Tim’s shoulders. “What would you do without me, huh?”

Tim bites back the first response on the tip of his tongue (“Go into a huge depressive spiral?”) and goes for something a little less insane. “Freeze to death before you even get to laugh about me falling on my face at the McAllisters’ pond?”

Kon snorts. He’s comfortably warm against Tim’s side, and Tim snuggles a little closer, relishing his warmth. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” Kon agrees. “I hope I can get it on video.”

Tim just smiles to himself and raises his mug for another sip of cider. The honey and spices are heavenly on his tongue, but if he’s being entirely honest, he can think of something sweeter.

[violetsiren90]

Beacons Ashore

(A What the Moon Saw Drabble)

Pairing: Yoongi x f!Reader (What the Moon Saw universe)

Genre: drabble; non-idol AU; friends to lovers; childhood friends; new friendship; angst and fluff; Yoongi POV

Summary: A few months after first stumbling across you in his favorite spot, Yoongi finds himself at the hideaway ledge on a night in March.

Content Warnings: PG, but ALL my content is off-limits to minors; minor injuries and allusions to domestic violence; allusions to minors smoking cigarettes; sad birthday boy; first aid; sweet beginnings

Author's note: Just a quick birthday drabble in honor of Yoongi and my favorite fic couple. It's exactly 1000 words! Short and sweet. A Yoongi POV. 💕

If no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! Yoongi certainly loves you, and I do too! 🧜‍♀️💜

The moon watched Yoongi shift impatiently where he sat.

    He wasn't waiting for you.

    This was his spot, after all - you had stolen it. Intruded. You kept insisting that it was very possible that you had in fact found it first, and that the both of you had simply never retreated to the little nook in the cliffside on the same night until that night, last year, but Yoongi found the notion highly improbably.

    It wasn't that he would ever complain that you were now part of his nightly reprieves more often than not. You weren't noisy or bothersome, and always brought cozy blankets and oatmeal crème cakes you were willing to share. You were easy to talk to, when there were words, and when there were none, your silence was easy as well - a peaceful companion in the darkness like the crash of the waters below.

    It was a Tuesday, and you were always here on Tuesdays. Your mother was gone playing bunco and your father was...working late. Yoongi shifted again where he sat, tossing a pebble over the lip of the ledge. He hadn't been able to lift any cigarettes tonight, not after the incident with the soup. His stomach rumbled. Yoongi held himself around the middle and stared out at the water shimmering under the chilly, pale yellow light of the March moon.

    He wasn't waiting for you.

    He wasn't.

    And then little scuffling noises from above found him springing to his feet and leaning over the railing to see you tottering down the steps wearing a backpack and carrying a flannel blanket in your arms that nearly obscured the front of you with its bundled mass. Yoongi hopped over the rail and trotted up the stairs to take the blanket and the backpack while you clambered over the railing to reach the ledge.

    You were so tiny that you had to drop to the ground after pushing your tummy off the bar. It made Yoongi smile to himself. He wished you weren't so cute, like a tiny little bear in your puffy coat and Ugg boots. If you weren't so endearing he could begrudge you for setting up camp in this little corner of his life.

    Yoongi didn't let people in, it was easier that way. People thought they wanted to get to know him, sure...but people always overestimated themselves. People were soft, ignorant idiots who recoiled when they discovered the ugly, messy truth his life, quietly excusing themselves from his association thereafter.

    That's why when you asked him what had happened to his hands, he lied.

    "I fell."

    It wasn't exactly a lie. He had fallen. When his mother had shoved him out the door and locked it behind him, screaming for him to go, to run, while she took the blows meant for him, he had fallen.

    Your eyes dropped to his scraped knees. Yoongi tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. The innocence of your knitted brow seemed to ask why he was always bleeding. Under his jacket the soft skin of Yoongi's tummy burned from the scalding overturned bowl of seaweed soup. Suddenly, he wanted to run away - but he was already where he'd end up if he did.

    You watched Yoongi's eyes dart over your face. You watched his foot scrape back over the stone of the ledge. You huffed and stuck your legs out in front of you in a little V, pulling your backpack into your lap. It was almost as big as you were.

    Yoongi's heart squeezed in spite of the pulse rushing in his ears.

Cute. Damn it.

You plunged your arm in past the zipper of the bag and pulled out a little white box, setting it between your legs and glancing back up at him to pat the ground beside you. Yoongi raised an eyebrow skeptically, but you tilted your head to the side and raised your own brows in a way he had quickly learned meant he better just cooperate.

    He sat down beside you, his back to the cold rock and his knees drawn up to his chest. You shoved your backpack aside and skootched in next to him, cracking open the plastic lid of the box to reveal the contents of a first-aid kit. Yoongi's heart squeezed again.

    You peeled open an alcohol pad and warned that it would hurt. He scoffed, then clenched his jaw to keep from yelping when you gently patted the cool wet pad over the bloodied knees peeking through the rips in his jeans. Then you pursed your little lips and leaned in to blow on his skin. What on earth that was supposed to do to help Yoongi hadn't the faintest notion, but he did know that your small, gentle touches were taking up enough space in his mind to push away everything else.

    You stretched a bandage over one knee. It was white with bright pink hearts and tiny pictures of Hello Kitty. Absolutely garish, and the sweetest thing he had ever seen.

"It's my birthday," Yoongi blurted out, surprising himself with his own words.

    You drew back and blinked at him.

    "I..." he mumbled, reaching for something to justify the sudden revelation, "I'm thirteen."

    You turned away to rummage in your bag again. Yoongi was kicking himself for being such a weirdo, and he stood again to go, when you turned back with something in your hands. You looked up at him with a silly grin, holding an unwrapped oatmeal crème cake with a Q-tip from the first aid kit stabbed like a candle in its soft center.

    "Got a light?" you asked, teasingly.

    He reached out and gingerly took the little confection in his battered palms, pulling a weathered Zippo from his jacket pocket.

    The moon watched as he lit the the little cotton swab.

    It watched him shush you as you tried to sing to him then mush the snack cake against your face when you wouldn't stop.

    From far up and away in the cold March sky, the moon saw Yoongi begin to glow at your side - long after the make-shift candle had been blown out.                                                                                                                           

-Fin-

[tinfairies]

This thought has been running through my head for WEEKS now, but your blog is the only one I feel safe and comfortable talking about it on. It makes me giggle and kick my feet. (I'll try and keep it gender neutral for others to enjoy)

Dark Age Play/Reg Dom Sir Crocodile

He absolutely LOVES the bratty/spoiled teen kind of Sub. The one that spends his money, uses his cards, puts things on his tab, etc.

It's ok though, he has more than enough <3 but if you go over your limit you can always pay him back (with interest ofc, he is a crime lord)

And by pay him back he means letting him use your body and whatever holes he feels like that day. He complains about you spending so much money, but he isn't completely mean. He also whispers to you how well you take Daddy's dick and how lovely your hole looks stretched to its limits around him.

when you whine about it being too big or too much he whines back in a mocking tone. Says stuff like "yeah? Is Daddy too big, baby? Well that's too bad. Should have thought of that before spending all of my hard earned money on clothes."

He's also SUCH a caring Daddy outside of the bedroom.

You want to try out a new restaurant you saw in town? He'll take the afternoon off to go with you.

You get chilly and forgot your coat? He'll let you burrow in his to stay nice and warm.

You try and go out with friends while wearing something a little too skimpy for his taste? Daddy will happily take you over his knee and spank your ass raw. He wouldn't want his baby to meet any unsavory characters while they're out ofc.

I have so much more but I wanna leave it open for you to talk about it :D I can send in more asks later though

Drooling oml. I love everything about this. Daddy Croc is so fuckin hot

[asjjohnson]

Danny had no choice but to go to school today. He'd tried everything he could think of.

Unfortunately, he'd skipped school too many times in the past few months. With the number of absences he'd racked up, he was close to crossing the line into having to retake his freshmen year. Of course, he was still perfectly willing to stay home today, but this was important to mention.

Using invisibility to hide in his room didn't work—Jazz still had the Fenton Boo-merang. ...And the Fenton Fisher to tie him up with when he tried escaping to the park. She refused to listen to him at all, insisting that his education was more important.

Then, for some reason, Lancer turned on the school's new ghost shield right after Danny was inside. Usually, he would be able to pass right through it as a human, but today... well, it wasn't really working out.

He would've used his invisibility to hide inside the school until it was time to go home, except he couldn't get a moment alone. So far, none of his teachers would let him be excused to use the restroom, and he hasn't been able to duck into a broom closet or unoccupied restroom between classes. It was like there was something actively against him today.

His best friends were the only positive to the day. When Sam saw him just before first period, she handed him a pair of sunglasses. Then, partway through class, Tucker passed Danny his hat. In the hall before second period, Sam started giving away fake fangs to anyone who would take a pair, declaring it 'National Fake-Fangs Day'.

As Danny tiredly left the cafeteria's lunch line, with hat, sunglasses, and a lost-and-found long-sleeve shirt and pair of pants, he noticed Tucker selling elf-ear headbands, announcing that it was Vulcan Day.

Danny dropped his tray onto the table beside Tucker and put his head in his hands with a groan. "Now my ears are turning pointy, too?"

"No. I just happened to have all these Vulcan headbands, and thought I could make some cash." Then he shrugged, saying, "Besides, your ears might start growing points during next period."

Sam slapped Tucker as she sat down with her bagged lunch. "Danny, it'll be okay. We'll get through this."

"I hope so. Though, given the situation, 'going through things' could end up part of the problem."

Danny knew he should be back to normal by the next day, but it was this day he was worried about. If only he could've waited it out, rather than being in a school, surrounded by hundreds of people.

Fortunately, the last half of the school day went relatively well. (Besides the continual panic that his secret identity would get out any second.) The only other change that needed hiding was his legs turning into a ghostly tail and refusing to turn back. Another stop at the lost-and-found box gave him a long trench coat.

And a few comments about feeling really chilly today even stopped some of the stares.

Danny breathed a sigh of relief as the bell rang, announcing the end of the school day.

He'd actually made it through without anyone discovering his secret.

And the school's ghost shield switched off just as Danny got to the front doors, so he wouldn't need to wait another second to leave.

Or at least... he'd thought he could leave, until Dash grabbed him right outside the school.

Dash swung Danny up against the wall. "Hey, FenTrashbin, the closet wants its junk back."

"So... Are you implying I'm wearing stuff from a trashcan, or a closet? Because the mixed metaphors are a little confusing."

Dash made a face. "Shut up, Fenton." Then a grin came to his face as he wiggled his fingers in front of Danny's sunglasses. "Now, let's see what you're hiding under all this stuff. I'll bet it's a great big zit!"

Danny began to panic as Dash reached forward. "No wait— Dash!"

Just as Dash was about to reach the sunglasses, Danny's hold on his tangibility gave out, every real-world item he had on falling through him and clattering into a pile on the ground.

Danny's eyes widened—he was suddenly hovering before Dash in his jumpsuit.

Dash pulled his hand away—which had drifted through Danny's chest—and stumbled back a few steps, mouth dropping wide open. A tiny squeak came out.

"It's, uh, Dress Like Phantom Saturday?" Danny tried.

"Today's Wednesday! " Dash shrieked.

Dash brought his hands up, shaking, fingers clawed like he wanted to rip something apart. "It was you the whole time!" he shrieked. His face was sheet-white, his eyes wide. " With the window! And the mouse! And-and the ghost shoes! And my computer coming alive!" He continued to babble about different events. A lot of which took place while they'd worked together that one day, but also several other things that'd happened at different times.

Strangely enough, Danny's secret identity getting out no longer seemed like the end of the world.

Not in comparison to Dash having a complete meltdown in front of him.

It really put things into perspective.

Dash was having a much worse day than him.

[some-creep]

Inspired, I guess. Maybe a bit different than my usual. More S3 centric than you're expecting. Vague surface level exploration of some character interactions with the new new squid beak spoon

Mostly just Callie and Marie want to spend time together but can't

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"Where's Agent 1?" The young Octoling didn't know why she bothered to ask the Captain anything, it wasn't like she usually got an answer. Captain didn't seem keen on talking to anyone, except for Agent 2, although she still couldn't be sure anything Agent 2 said that the Captain said was true.

Captain stared at her, unmoving, with an expression that seemed to suggest annoyance with the question.

Neo shivered as a cold breeze blew past them. The snow in Alterna may have been artificial, but that didn't make it any less chilly in the large, underground dome.

"She said she had something to take care of back at base, and that she wouldn't be long," Neo said, wondering if there was even a point to her explaining what had happened. Captain was as stoic and serious as ever, expression unchanged. "And Agent 2 isn't here either…"

No response.

"Was it a mission? Like…scouting and stuff, or supply gathering?"

"..."

"Did they tell you to stay and be a lookout?"

"..."

"Do you know when they'll be back?"

"..."

"Did they tell you anything?"

"..."

"Right, well, I'm going to look for them if you aren't going to help."

Neo began looking for clues around the basecamp as to which direction they could have gone in hopes of finding some answers. Was any gear missing? If so, what? Everything seemed to be in the same order as it was when she left. They couldn't have gotten far because Agent 2 seemed too lazy for that. She spotted two pairs of footprints in the artificial snow leading away from their outpost. She hadn't made it far along the trail before Captain stepped in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

She flinched, looking up at the older, larger Inkling, who stood a head and a half taller than her. Neo didn't know why she was being blocked, but she was. She knew she wasn't going to get an answer, either.

"Alright, okay. Can you please tell Agent 1 that I was looking for her? And to call me on the radio or meet with me? I'll get back to work, okay? Sorry."

Neo turned, scampering off, feeling Captain staring at her until she was no longer close enough to see.

"I'm not covering for you anymore."

Marie hummed in disinterest, leaning on the large container wall next to the Captain. As curious as they all were to its contents, none of them could pry it open, so instead, it acted as a wall to tape documents to. And to lounge against.

"I'm serious."

Marie ignored them, pulling her gloves on and flexing her fingers, "I dunno how Callie dresses like she does out here. Or you, for that matter."

"We both know *why* Callie dresses like that, though."

Marie shot them a warning glance, shoving her hands into her pockets, "watch it, Three."

"You're disgusting, you know that, right?"

"I don't remember asking for your opinion."

"Getting it."

"You're gonna get it." Marie pulled a half empty pack of cigarettes out of her coat pocket, deciding to smoke since they were alone. Despite their argument, something that wasn't uncommon between them, she offered a cigarette to Captain, who declined.

"Eight would get mad."

"Where is Eight, anyway?"

"Still in Inkopolis. She said she doesn't want to move."

She hummed again, closing her eyes. Marie thought for a moment, letting her cigarette quietly burn away between her lips before she spoke, "that's too bad."

Captain didn't answer, crossing their arms and staring off into the horizon.

Neo watched from a distance as Agent 1 sat on a rock, playing with Little Buddy. She had a container of power eggs, which she was throwing for him in exchange for tricks she asked him to do. The smallfry seemed captivated by her, bouncing around and chirping in response to all of the attention. It was just another reason Neo found herself drawn to Agent 1 over anyone else in the group.

While it was true that Neo was an Octoling, she spoke a different dialect of Octarian than Agent 1 had learned. They couldn't really understand each other that well, but Neo appreciated her enthusiasm to at least…try. She seemed delighted to learn about all the differences between the Octarian dialect spoken in Octo Canyon versus what they spoke in the Splatlands. By contrast, Agent 2 seemed wary of her, and uneasy about the notion of Neo and Agent 1 going off on their own together. In turn, it made her distrust Agent 2's morals.

Agent 1 smiled, occasionally reaching down to pet him, or scratch his back. She wasn't sure if Little Buddy was more person or pet, but he seemed to be having fun at any rate, so maybe it didn't matter too much. She wondered if Marie would be open to the idea of adopting a salmonid of their own.

The young Octoling approached the duo, brushing snow off of her newly repaired pant leg. "He likes you a lot, huh?"

Agent 1 nodded, watching the smallfry hop back up into his cozy little backpack bed. "We're on the same wavelength. We both love yummy treats! Although, I don't think power eggs taste very good. Um. I'm not even sure if you're supposed to eat them. I mean I definitely haven't tried! So I just assume they don't taste good."

Neo gave a vague 'uh huh' in response, too distracted by everything she wanted to ask Agent 1. Where had she gone? What took her so long? Why did Captain stop her from looking? How come she looked like she'd gotten hurt? Maybe that was the safest question to ask.

"Where'd you get that bruise?" Neo asked, pointing at Agent 1's arm.

She looked down, squeaking, face flushing. "Oh- oh that! No, ah see… I got it when I was with Maaar- Agent 2! Er, no, I mean!! I got it when we were... Together! Uh- *Scouting* together! Yeah, yeah yeah." She began to rub at her arm, as if trying to "clean" the spot off her arm, not realizing in the moment it would only make it more obvious.

Neo seemed more concerned than ever, crouching down to be at her level. Despite the age difference, Neo still felt compelled to protect her friends, just as they did to her. "Did someone hurt you?"

"Of course not! Agent 2 just grabbed my arm a little too rough when she– when I almost walked off a ledge cus I wasn't paying attention!" She seemed pleased by her own excuse.

Neo didn't buy it, but she didn't feel comfortable calling Agent 1 out about lying. The way her and Agent 2 interacted never felt quite right, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Agent 2 always seemed to hover nervously around her, always watching her, always trying to get her alone. She promised herself to keep a closer eye on them from now on.

"How come you don't actually *do* anything?"

The question was harsh, Neo's tone was even harsher. Agent 2 didn't flinch as she looked at Neo with her usual, sleepy expression.

"Agent 1 comes out with me into the field to help, and Captain is almost always working on plans and documents and maps. But all you do is stand around and complain."

It had been a few days since Agent 1 had last vanished, and in that time, Neo had spent whatever extra time she had observing the group wherever they were all together.

Agent 2 seemed disinterested in her questioning, taking a drink from her thermos, which boldly displayed an obviously glittery "Squid Sisters" logo, and grimacing. "You know, the coffee we have down here sucks. If you find anything out there you should let me know."

"Are you like this on purpose?"

"Yeah."

Neo wanted to smack that dumb little sideways smirk off of Agent 2's face. Who did she think she was, anyway?! Neo clenched her fists, glaring up at her. "You're lazy, good for nothing, and I know what you did to Agent 1!" She didn't know why she broke now, of all times. But she felt like she had every right to do so! She was out there risking her life every day, and Agent 2 was whining about coffee!

This, finally, got her attention. Agent 2 narrowed her eyes, pushing herself up off the wall she often leaned against in one fluid, effortless motion. "That right, squiddo?" Her tone invited conflict, begged for it, for a chance to put Neo in her place.

Neo had to stand firm. Besides, it wasn't as if Marie was the athletic type, she couldn't fight back even if she wanted to, and she was too lazy to want to.

"I know you hurt her. I don't know why you did, but I know that you did! I saw the mark you left on her." Neo could feel her voice trembling. How was Agent 2 just as scary as the Captain! There was something about her unusual, golden eyes that made her anxious.

"Oh, yeah?" She said, further inviting Neo to keep accusing her of abusing Callie.

By now, Agent 1 and Captain had noticed their standoff, but chose not to intervene. Not yet. So long as it wasn't physical, it was better to let them butt heads and get it out of their system. That's how the Captain saw it. Agent 1 was less inclined to agree.

"She's- she's my friend, okay! And I won't let you hurt her or - or else I'll–"

Neo thought it was a good idea to draw her gun to prove how serious she was. She knew Agent 2 wasn't taking her seriously; she *never* took her seriously!

But Agent 2 was quick on the draw.

Scary quick.

Neo had only started to raise her weapon when Agent 2 reacted, grabbing her charger from the top of a nearby crate and twirling it once to rest the barrel against Neo's forehead. The young Octoling froze, wide-eyed.

"Careful where you point that thing. Wouldn't want someone getting hurt." On the last word, she jabbed her charger forward, knocking Neo to the ground, leaving a small, circular indent on her forehead.

By now, Agent 1 had reached them so she could attempt to de-escalate things. She grabbed Agent 2 by the arm, speaking quickly, but softly. "Hey, Marie, Marie, what's gotten into you? Let's relax, come on. Did I lose track of time again? Is it seasonal stuff again?"

Neo sat dazed on the ground, watching the two of them walk off together. She found it strange that Agent 1 didn't seem worried about her…at all. She was the one hurt, wasn't she? But there she went, walking off with the person who had attacked her.

Captain stepped beside Neo, laughing under their breath.

"What's so funny?"

"You."

Callie pulled Marie away and into the long abandoned shipping container they'd been using as their private hideout. The door hinge had long since rusted to the point of being unusable, but it was positioned so that the door closed enough for privacy. There were a few empty boxes inside, which Callie had stacked in such a way to further hide them should anyone decide to curiously peek in.

She let Marie go once they were hidden. Callie rested her hand on Marie's chest, rubbing her thumb back and forth, trying to soothe her.

"Mar…what was all that?"

Marie groaned, rubbing her face. "I don't know. She accused me of hurting you and I just kind of..."

"C'mon Marie, we both know that isn't true."

"Yeah, well, how do I know you aren't lying? What if I am abusive and I don't realize it and you're too scared to say anything?"

Callie frowned, sliding her hand up Marie's chest to wrap her arm around her neck. "Because I'm a whiny crybaby who complains every time I'm hurt~?"

Marie rolled her eyes, grabbing Callie's side. She swayed back and forth, soothing herself as best she could. "I'm scared you're gonna get taken away again." She whispered.

Callie giggled, shaking her head. "She's just a kid! And she's not even from there. I'm not going anywhere." Callie reached up with her free hand, beginning to unbutton Marie's coat. "Lemme see something."

"See what?"

"You."

She grunted a nondescript response, kissing Callie's exposed neck. Callie was hers. She opened her mouth, pressing her teeth against her skin and listening to Callie gasp. Marie stopped herself, knowing better. They'd already gotten into trouble from the bruise, and this would be even harder to lie about. She lifted up her head, pressing her forehead to Callie's. Marie said nothing, letting her go and sitting on the cold, dirty floor, knowing she'd be followed.

Callie straddled her lap, smiling, though Marie could hardly see it in the dim alcove. "Cutie."

Marie closed her eyes, letting Callie unzip her pants. She usually gave Callie free reign of what happened between them, and now was no different. It helped to calm her down, to keep her grounded. It also meant she wouldn't accidentally hurt Callie by getting too enthusiastic.

"What are we doing here, Cal?" She asked after a few minutes of Callie teasing her by only rubbing over her underwear in an attempt to make Marie frustratingly aroused. It did usually work, but not this time.

Callie seemed confused by the question, stopping, "Uhh. Having quality time~?"

"No, no, not here, but like, here, here."

"Here here here?"

"This stupid investigation. I miss our bed. I miss being at home. I miss food that isn't gross old rations. I miss all of it."

She whined softly, laying against Marie and hugging her. "Yeah, I know. Me too…"

"Are you gonna make me apologize to Agent 3?"

"Yeah, I am."

Marie pouted, stroking one of Callie's long, black tentacles. She was no longer in the mood for anything but sitting quietly in the dark. She thought about crying from how homesick she truly was. She couldn't even say at least she was with Callie, because she rarely was, and now the kid was becoming too nosey to give them any time together.

Maybe she was crying, albeit silently.

Hopefully, they wouldn't be stuck down here for much longer.

Hopefully…

[melis-writes]

"it's so cold outside baby, so warm me up." 🔥

Ooooh, a fluffy and romantic prompt but unspecified with who… 👀 All roads (filled with snow) are pointing to Mr. Michael Corleone and the reader her!! 🥰💙

Bundled up in your winter coat, white leather gloves and knit winter hat tucked over your ears, you walk hand-in-hand with Michael around the outskirts of the Lake Tahoe compound.

Regardless of the chilly, cold weather, the two of you have never shied to take long strolls alongside the compound or the lake—spending much needed alone time together and away from the busy and hectic planning for the holiday season just for a little while.

Michael’s dressed in his black, double-breasted wool overcoat; leather black gloves over his fingers, a dark grey scarf over his neck and a fedora.

With your hand laced in Michael’s, you snuggle up to his arm as you both continue to walk down the snow carved path together.

“With Christmas and New Year’s, it’s going to be nothing but busy.” Michael murmurs, looking up ahead at the path. “Family coming in from New York—I’ll have to see Clemenza and his men beforehand and perhaps also the senator and his business partners in Reno for the next weekend.”

“So many plans to leave already?” You gaze up at Michael, trying not to look as upset from how you feel knowing it may mean another few lengthy business trips and an absence.

“If it was up to them, darling, perhaps.” Michael glances at you, giving your hand a squeeze. “I haven’t confirmed anything and don’t wish to. I’m not going to let our plans with the children go to waste.”

“The little winter trip they’ve been so giddy about?” Your eyes light up. “It’s all they’ve been talking about lately.”

“We’ll make it happen.” Michael tells you, turning through a bend in the path. “Us, the children, and five days in Colorado. If my associates can’t substitute their meetings for phone calls or letters, they can wait longer.”

“Colorado? Sounds perfect, baby.” You blush as Michael leans over to kiss your cheek gently. “That’s a surprise now to me too.”

“I wanted to plan it in more depth with you,” Michael runs his fingers over the back of your leather gloves. “I haven’t had much time to do anything else but I’m no mood to do anything else but spend time with our family after the holidays. We’ll make it our own trip; see the mountains, perhaps have a few ice skating lessons for the children if they wish. Is that something you want to do, darling?”

“You know I’m more than okay with that, baby.” You nod back happily, approaching the bench looking out towards the lake as both you and Michael take a seat next to one another. “I’ve missed you too much.”

“I don’t want to have you repeating that anytime soon.” Michael holds your hand over his lap, now facing you. “You and the children are all I thought about when I was away.”

“Mmhmm, they didn’t even want to go out and have snowball fights or build snowmen when you were away.” You tell him, “and to be honest… Going out for a walk lost its spark too. I didn’t want to be out here without you.”

Michael brushes aside a stray strand of your hair from your face, nodding. “I’m trying to be more present with our family, darling, that I can promise you.”

“I know, baby.” You hold both of Michael’s hands in yours, completely understanding of the situation. “And I appreciate that you’re trying, buuuut…” You lean up, pecking a kiss over Michael’s lips. “I’d rather have you make it up to me personally too, hmm?”

“Not out of the question.” Michael inches you closer to him, kissing you back. “If I could take you with me, I would. To have that kind of relief surrounded by men I can hardly stand is just a luxury.”

Michael notices you shivering, pausing his next words as he rubs his hands up and down your arms. “Cold, baby?”

“A little,” you giggle back, “but it’s nothing—”

“I don’t want you falling ill, darling.” Michael speaks in a soft tone. “I’ll take you back to the compound, and when next we—”

“It’s okay, believe me, baby!” You insist with a laugh, snuggling up to Michael’s chest. “See? Warm already. Mm, cuddle the warmth back into me.”

Michael kisses the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you for warmth and keeping your body pressed up against his. “Still taking you home after this.”

You feel Michael’s warm lips plant another kiss over your forehead, adjusting your knit hat to make sure you’re as cozy and warm as possible as you revel within his affection.

“If I can be with you like this back inside, I won’t mind.” Your eyes flutter shut as you feel the wool of Michael’s coat brushing up against your cheek. “Just like this…”

[caranfindel]

Fic: A life in hoodies

gen-ish | about 1900 words | pg for language | characters: sam winchester, dean winchester, jessica moore, pamela barnes | synopsis: fifteen years of sam winchester's life told through an inventory of his hoodies; or, this is what happens when a technical writer takes a stab at fanfic (hoodie identification and timeline courtesy of hell's half acre on live journal)

. . .

H.01: Grey fleur-de-lis hoodie

Figure 1:

Description: Light grey full-zip hooded sweatshirt with darker grey fleur-de-lis design on left chest, size XL, brand unknown

Provenance: Purchased by girlfriend at Macy's in Palo Alto in February, 2005 (see Note 1). Lost sometime around July, 2006 (see Note 2)

Note 1:

Please come with me, she said. I've just got to pick up some perfume for my mom's birthday. It will literally take ten minutes. Sam left his jacket in the car. He knew Macy's wasn't exactly Rodeo Drive, but it still wasn't somewhere he felt comfortable wearing his ratty canvas jacket. Jess steered him inside, wandering through displays of linens and cookware, wondering aloud if she was on the right floor. They ended up in menswear, where she stopped in front of a mannequin wearing the grey hoodie. Ooooh, she said. I like that. She yanked one off a hanger and held it up against Sam's chest. Try it on? For me? Sam shrugged it on over his t-shirt, shamefully grateful for a little warmth in the chilly mall. You look so good in that, she said. Would you do me a favor? If I buy it, would you wear it for me? We can call it an early birthday present.

It wasn't the type of clothing he'd normally buy for himself. It was a little more decorative, meant for a more fashion-forward type of guy. The type of guy Jessica wanted him to be, maybe? Okay. He could be that guy. He could do that, for her. She grinned, bundled the hoodie in her arms, and marched to the perfume counter. She paid for both items together so he never saw how much it cost, and ripped off the tag with perfect white teeth while waiting for the clerk to giftwrap her mother's perfume.

Sam Winchester had never bought his mother a birthday present; he had never been dressed by a girlfriend. He saw his new life, his new safe (not normal, safe) life seductively stretching out in front of him, a life where he was a citizen and someday maybe a lawyer and a husband and a father, and he had to hold his breath for fear that it would all blow away.

Note 2:

Sam wore the grey hoodie when he kissed Jess goodbye that night, and it was one of the few things he took with him when he drove away from Palo Alto for the last time. He didn't bother going through whatever belongings survived the fire. There wasn't anything to go back for; the only thing in the apartment that had ever mattered was gone. The hoodie was lost somewhere around the time of the car crash that should have killed his brother. He didn't mourn its loss. He wasn't ever going to be that guy after all.

—

H.02: Charcoal Hoodie

Figure 2:

Description: Charcoal grey full-zip hooded sweatshirt, size XL, brand unknown

Provenance: Purchased at Tractor Supply near Ogden, Utah in November, 2005 (see Note 3). Destroyed in Minnesota in February, 2007 (see Note 4).

Note 3:

Sam was dozing fitfully — just like he'd slept fitfully the night before — when Dean pulled into the Tractor Supply parking lot. You need a heavier coat, he said. That jacket's not warm enough for the mountains. Once inside, Dean peeled off to pick up some other supplies while Sam wandered the aisles, eventually picking up a dark grey hoodie. Dean frowned. No, man; I know you haven't done this in a while, but think camping. Think Colorado. Think cold.

Dean steered him toward a Carhartt jacket (see J.01, Tan Hooded Carhartt Jacket), but Sam didn't put the hoodie back. The Carhartt jacket was perfectly fine, but it was warm and heavy. Too warm and heavy for California. He wouldn't need it when he went back and restarted his life someday.

Note 4:

Weeks later, Sam charged downstairs to the basement of the abandoned house where he'd left Dean fighting a rawhead. The air still reeked of mold and rot and damp but there was something else, something like ozone and burned flesh, and then he saw his brother, limp in a pool of water, eyes closed, mouth slack, dead Taser still in his hand, and in a flash he knew what had happened and he ran, fell to his knees, (no Dean no, ohgod, ohgod), felt for a pulse (goddammit Dean, don't you fucking die on me, I can't do this again, don't you fucking do this to me), took a deep breath and tried again and it was there, a bare flutter under his fingertips, again and again and again, thank God.

He dragged Dean up the stairs, stretched him out in the back seat of the Impala, dug the charcoal hoodie out of his duffel and spread it over his shivering brother and drove him to the hospital. It stayed wrapped around Dean's shoulders when Sam half-carried him into the ER, and ended up in the plastic bag of clothing and personal effects stuffed into the tiny closet of the hospital room Dean was expected to die in. He was wearing it when he showed up at the hotel, frail and faded, no longer Sam's larger-than-life brother.

It was shredded by a black dog a year or so later and Sam never missed it, had never been comfortable with it again, couldn't look at it without seeing it wrapped around Dean, pale and fragile and dying.

—

H.03 Brown hoodie A

Figure 3:

Description: Chocolate brown full-zip hooded sweatshirt, size L, brand unknown

Provenance: Purchased at a Salvation Army in Lincoln, Nebraska in early 2005 (originally purchased by Dean Winchester, see note 5). Discarded sometime in early 2007 (see note 6).

Note 5:

Sam found the hoodie shoved in the farthest corner of the Impala's trunk. He put it on because everything he owned was stained, either because he fell asleep still clutching a styrofoam cup of coffee or because he got doused in someone-or-something's bodily fluids. Dean refused to stop long enough to do laundry, saying everything they owned was clean enough. He laughed at Sam and said got kinda spoiled, did ya, as he pulled on his own dirty shirt and yes, maybe Sam did get spoiled at Stanford. If being used to jeans that didn't stand up on their own, socks that covered your entire foot, clothes that weren't literally spattered with monster guts or your brother's blood, a wardrobe that was old and threadbare and pretty far from high fashion but at least got laundered on a regular basis, shirts that smelled like detergent and not gunpowder, socks that were stored in a disorganized pile in a hamper in your bedroom because they didn't have to be rolled into neat compact balls to fit in the duffle you lived out of, a jacket that smelled like your girlfriend's perfume instead of the smoke of a salt-and-burn because she borrowed it the last time the two of you went to the beach… if being used to all of that meant Sam got spoiled? Then yes, sure, he got fucking spoiled.

It doesn't even fit you, Dean said, eyeing Sam with a frown, as if suddenly realizing how much bigger his real-life brother was than the brother in his head. And he was right. It was too small, too short for Sam's long torso, bought by Dean for his own use because it looked like a color that would hide bloodstains well, but never worn because he didn't actually like hoodies in the first place.

Note 6:

I’m fine, Sam said, pushing Dean’s hand away. Go on, drive. We need to get out of here. Dean frowned, but he knew as well as Sam did that they needed to get away from the graveyard before they were spotted. And no, technically Sam wasn’t exactly fine. Technically, his entire right side was numb, he was nauseated and woozy, he was freezing, and his ears were ringing. But that meant fine enough according to Winchester standards.

When they got to the hotel, Sam reached for the door handle and was hit by a wave of pain. Suddenly his right side was on fire. He gasped and curled in on himself, clutching at his side. Eventually Dean came around and opened the passenger door. Dude? You good? Sam didn’t have to say no, I’m not. Dean took one look at him and reached for his arm. Come on, man. I gotcha. He pulled Sam out of the car and then patted at his right side as Sam wrenched away with a moan. Sam? You’re bleeding. Like, a lot. Dean was right, the color hid bloodstains well. Neither of them had noticed it was shredded along the right side and saturated with blood. Dean tore it into strips and used it as wound packing.

—

H.04 Brown hoodie B

Figure 4:

Description: Brown full-zip hooded sweatshirt, size XL, brand unknown

Provenance: Purchased at a St. Vincent De Paul Thrift Store in Greensburg, Pennsylvania (see note 7) in 2007. Discarded sometime in the spring of 2009 (see note 8).

Note 7:

Another hoodie? Dean asked, eyeing the small pile of purchases on the counter. Sam didn’t respond, but raised his eyebrows to say yeah, and? Dean shrugged. Just, you know, they don’t seem to last very long. And the pockets aren’t good for holding… stuff. Sam knew stuff meant weapons, and while Dean would never put it in so many words, the meaning was clear: You need practical clothes. Pockets that zip or button to keep weapons secure. Heavy fabric that serves as a layer of protection. Stiff fabric that doesn’t reveal the contours of whatever you’re hiding underneath it. You’re not a college student any more. You’re never going to be one again. Stop dressing like one. Sam didn’t put the hoodie back, but he only wore it a few times, and it was the last one he ever wore while hunting.

Note 8:

Sam leaned close to Pamela to hear her whispered last words. I know what you did to that demon, Sam. I can feel what's inside of you. If you think you have good intentions, think again. When he pulled back, her blood had soaked through the front of his hoodie, leaving a dark spot that never completely washed out. Sam left the hoodie in a laundromat somewhere in Wyoming, unable to ignore its accusing stare.

—

H.05 Light grey hoodie

Figure 5:

Description: Light heathered grey full-zip hooded sweatshirt, size XL, brand unknown

Provenance: Purchased at a Wal-Mart in Hays, Kansas in 2013 (originally purchased by Dean Winchester, see note 9). Current status unknown (see note 10).

Note 9:

The first time Dean wore the grey hoodie to take the dog for a walk, Sam's gut clenched into a tight little knot. He hadn't seen it since Dean's bout of healthy living, his attempt to master the Mark of Cain by exercising and eating healthy and quieting his mind. Any relic from that time in their lives brought back memories. Bad ones. For a moment Sam couldn't see anything but images of his brother's black eyes, of Charlie's pyre, of kneeling on the floor of a Mexican restaurant waiting for the bite of the scythe. Stop it, he told himself, pressing a thumbnail into his scarred palm. It's over. We're fine. Everything is fine.

Note 10:

Sam found it in the chaos of Dean's room, draped over his desk chair. It smelled a little like the dog, a little like deodorant soap, a little like bacon. Mostly it smelled like Dean. It was one of the few things Sam took with him when he drove away from the bunker for the last time.

[shawnmendesbuddy]

Day 9–Trapped Together (25 Days of Ficmas)

A/N: Did you guys hear about the six feet of snow New York was getting? I based this story off of that.

Shawn sighed as he sat down on the bench in the underground station. He was supposed to be with his family right now, but with weather delays, he was unable to catch a flight to Toronto for another two days. Hence why he sat on a creaky metal bench, his guitar case at his feet. He would’ve taken an uber or called a driver, but they were all booked out for the holidays. And since every member from his team had gone home to spend time with their families, it was just him. 

The subway station was barren. Only him and one other girl sat around the station. He could only see her out of his peripheral and from what he could see, she was blowing hot air on her hands and shivering. It was a little chilly in the subway station, but Shawn didn’t think it was that cold. 

He glanced over at her only to be startled with her beauty. Even bundled up in a coat and a beanie, she was immediately the most gorgeous women he had ever seen. And just as he noticed this, he noticed that she was soaking wet. He jumped from his place he was sitting at and ran over to where she stood. 

“Are you ok?!” He questioned frantically, concerned for the women who stood before him. 

“Umm…I…. I…d-do y-you k-now w-what t-time it is?”

“It’s 7:25 pm.”

“Shouldn’t t-the t-train b-be h-here?”

“Yea. I think it said arrival time was right about now. Do you maybe want to take off that coat. I was going to the airport, but my flight was cancelled so I have some clothes you can wear.”

“I-I would hate t-to inconvenience y-you, but if you could, that would be nice.”

Shawn nodded walking over to his suitcase, unzipping it and pulling out a hoodie, some sweatpants, and some boxers. He didn’t care if she wore them, she was soaked to the bone. 

Just as he finished zipping his suitcase back up, the subway pulled in, opening its side doors. Shawn and Y/N quickly boarded, and Y/N retreated to the bathrooms. 

She returned from the bathroom as the subway had started moving again. Shawn smiled softly at her. She looked cute in his clothes. And most importantly, she looked warm. 

“Hey. I know this may be all backwards and all, but what’s your name?”

“Y/N. My name is Y/N. And I hope you don’t think I’ve taken advantage of you. What with you being famous and all.”

Shawn blushed. “So, you recognize me.”

She nodded. “Does that make you feel weird?”

“Np, you haven’t acted like a creep fan just yet, other than stealing my clothes,” he joked. “Why were you soaking wet anyways?”

She chuckled. “I’m a waitress at this restaurant in the city. Me and my coworker like to play pranks on each other. I was closing on my own tonight since all my coworkers were doing things with family for Christmas. Anyways, I opened the door to the kitchen as I was closing, and a bucket of water fell on top of me.”

Shawn shook his head, holding in a laugh. “I’m sorry. That’s kind of funny but really mean. How dare they pull a prank like that on you on Christmas day!”

“It’s fine. I’ve done worse.” 

“Oh, do tell.”

So, Y/N spent the next twenty minutes of the subway ride explaining to Shawn in great detail about all the pranks her and her coworker had played on each other. 

About halfway through one of her stories, the train came to an abrupt stop and the lights went out. Y/N screamed, and Shawn instinctively wrapped his arm around her protectively. 

“Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll get the train up and running in a few minutes. Must’ve been the storm. Finish telling me your story and I’ll recount a few things from tour.”

*****

After about another hour of them sitting in the dark and telling each other their life stories, they both began to get tired and cold. Shawn produced a few blankets from his suitcase and a pillow, and they cuddled up on the floor of the subway, trying to warm the other up. 

When they awoke in the morning, Shawn’s arm was wrapped around Y/N’s waist, and they were snuggled under the blankets. The train had started to move which awoke the two of them. 

They both chuckled and laughed the night off. “That was wacky. Maybe I can take you out to breakfast to help heal our traumatized minds?” Shawn questioned. 

“Sounds nice. But I have a question for you? Once you take me out to breakfast, I have a friend who is taking me up to Toronto because I have family up there that I’m trying to get to as well. Would you like to catch a ride with us?” 

“Any time I can get to spend with you will be cherished.”

He gently kissed her cheek as they prepared to deboard from the subway. 

A/N: This was absolute trash, but the prompt for day 9 wasn’t too great haha. Sorry for the disappointment. 

[hastingshwang6]

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[fodieshivi]

How to make cheese balls

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  Boil potato

   Potato should be boil properly and for batter way to boil there is one trick  . when we palaced potato to boild during this time  we should add 1 tbsp salt for best teste and boil on stove or microwave etc there are many dishes which made from potato many people likes to eat roasted potato and fry potato , potato chips but today we are making potato cheese balls . take 4 to 5  boil potato  Peal of potato and then mess it well even balls make perfectly    Then add 1 little chopped onion for perfect flavor. if you want to eat simple cheese balls you don't wants to eat onion in cheese balls then you can skip this .Then add the sweet corn . sweet one of best veggie and its taste is also good I like it so much and i think you will also like it  if we use this there little feel of pizza  .Otherwise if you don't like it and if you don't wants use sweet corns so. you can skip this Add spices in potato add 1 tsp red kashmiri powder then 1/2 tsp coriander powder , and  1/2 tsp black paper , 1 tsp oregano , 1/2 chilli  flakes  add salt according to your teste mix it well corn , onion add potato mix it well Mix it well  for make balls look at the mixture of chesse balls looks like a dough . comind it really well .its looks perfect dough Now divid it in little portion  take a little oil in hand  it help to make perfect balls  then make a ball shape then flatten it for fill the cheese in center of potato dough Then take a cheese cube and divid this cheese in smaller portion in cube size so, when we will break cheese balls from cheese came out and it teste is also so testy Now let's start to make little little ballsAfter that we will make slurry for cracker cheese balls and for coating  we will take a bowl then add 4 to 5 tbsp  corn flour and 4 to 5  tbsp  all purpose flour   then add some oregano and 1/3  tbsp of black paper and 1/2 salt for little teste after that mix it then add water with little quantity the  water gradually to make runny and coating consistency slurry  , perfect consistency ( runny but still coat the back of spoon )  Bread crumb we will make bread crumb bread at home take 4  to 5 bread break it and grind it well you will make it fresh bread crumb. otherwise, if you want to purchase crumb that you take buy it from the online and offline shop it's available on every shop easily Now placed chees in mid the dough after that make balls then cheese balls dip in slurry then take out from slurry then dip in bread crumb coated well and mind that do not use well hand otherwise bread crumb could be waste coated it with bread crumb.    Take a fry pan add oil for fry balls .let it warms up oil take add cheese balls for fry flame should be on medium-high flame . if we fry well and want better golden color snacks so, we should fry on medium-high oil . fry properly. After that take out from the pan and serve it with tomato sauce and share it with your family friend and enjoy with soft drink and  you can also add these balls on your little party menu i hope will love it .💗 

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

(this is a sequel to 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞, I recommend reading that first although it’s not 100% necessary... it would make this make a lot more sense though)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : it was just a matter of time before he upped the ante, all four of you knew that, but taking you all on a vacation specifically for this was a bit over-the-top.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 7.9k (hoo boy)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex + a scene that’s just zemo/reader, cockwarming, d/s dynamics, brief oral f receiving, a touch of dubcon/cnc but it’s very subtle and the reader is 100% consenting), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink (with zemo), ‘daddy’ kink (with sam), orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, creampie, praise with light degradation, possessiveness (but also sharing, lol), exhibitionism/voyeurism, choking, brief anal mention, once again technically cuckolding but not in the typical sense, slight corruption kink?, too many robes, latin sokovian (or as I like to call it, serbukromanian), also assume that whenever the reader and zemo are alone they are speaking sokovian even though I write the convos in english for the sake of simplicity

thank you for being my beta @nsfwsebbie​ !!

                   When your Baron told you he wanted to take you on a vacation, you immediately assumed it would be to the mountains or some European city full of history and culture.  Instead, you were a bit surprised to hear he was interested in a beach resort, a private villa he had purchased in French Polynesia.

And then you found out he wanted to bring Sam and Bucky along too… and you were simultaneously more and less surprised.  More, because who brings tentative coworkers one barely gets along with on a romantic vacation?  Less, because of course he would do this.  Of course he had plans to dress you up in the tiniest bikinis he could find and show you off to the men who had already become pawns in his perverted game of social chess.

Not that you minded; you were the Queen of the board and it didn’t bother you if it was what the King wanted.

~

You spent the first night in the villa alone with him, which you appreciated.  It had been a while since you two had some real quality time together, and you were craving him more than ever, in every way.

After a beautiful day spent swimming in the crystal blue ocean and enjoying the sights your new temporary home had to offer, you took a shower and tried not to get too excited about how you might be spending the evening with him.  But, of course, you were only a few minutes into washing the saltwater off your body when you began to imagine his tongue on you, god that man could use his tongue to destroy you any way he wanted: with his words, with his kisses, or perhaps best of all with it tasting every inch of your cunt.  It was amazing how he could get on his knees for you and still have all the power.  He liked to make you keep eye contact with him while he did it, make you beg him to let you come, whatever it took to remind you that you were thoroughly and properly owned.

And you loved every second of it, you loved being helpless to him.  He made you feel so safe that being vulnerable with him by now felt like no risk at all.  You could remember early on when your fears and insecurities made you more hesitant to submit to him, and it was only with gentle patience that he coaxed you into it, never pressure or anger.  You weren’t a virgin when you met him but, sometimes it felt like you might as well have been since you were so inexperienced and undersexed then.  In fact, he was the first man, the first person other than yourself to make you come… and he made you come more ways than you had known possible.

Okay, so maybe the plan to not get your hopes up wasn’t going so well… you were already struggling to keep your hands from between your legs. Frankly, you would’ve already done it if you didn’t know that touching yourself was against the rules.

You’d gotten so used to taking care of yourself while he was in prison, at which point he obviously suspended that rule, and it was a hard habit to break at times.

You emerged from the bathroom in the fluffy robe you found on the door, smiling when you saw him lounging on the bed in a matching one, reading Анна Каренина (known by the West as Anna Karenina).  He looked contemplative, as always, and you always thought he looked especially sexy in his reading glasses.  You slipped into the bed beside him, resting your head on his chest as he found a position where he could read comfortably with his arm around your shoulders.

“You must’ve already read that book a thousand times, Helmut,” you sighed.

“And it gets better every time,” he mumbled back, turning the page.

You pouted slightly, nuzzling into his shoulder, and he chuckled.  “Is my little lutka in need of some attention?”

You nodded, and he kissed the top of your head softly.  

“Why don’t you keep me warm while I finish this chapter, hm?” he offered, and you involuntarily clenched your thighs together at his words.  He phrased it like a question, but it felt more like a gentle demand, and you were happy to agree either way.

“Yes, sir,” you hummed as you sat up and straddled his legs, undoing your robe and opening his to wrap your hand around his half-hard cock.

He reached his full potential with only a few slow strokes, and you found yourself absent-mindedly licking your lips as you saw the way your fingers just barely met with your thumb and imagined how your body would be pushed to its limits to take him.  Good thing you were already dripping wet even though you’d just been in the shower.

You indulged in rubbing your pussy over his shaft for a moment, enough to coat him in your wetness, before you lined up his tip to your entrance and sunk down onto him with a sigh, feeling like you could never tire of being stretched open by his thick cock.  

When your hips met his, and the tip of his cock brushed against the deepest parts of you, you had to bite your lip to suppress a whimper.  After so long apart, you were still readjusting to taking him and being on top didn’t make it much easier.

Honestly, you really weren’t trying to move; you just found your hips rocking slightly, seemingly of their own accord.  You moaned under your breath as your clit rubbed against his body, but you were pulled from your trance with a whine as he slapped your thigh.

“No moving, draga, I think I made myself clear,” he reminded you sternly.

“Yes, sir,” you breathed.

You were pretty sure that at some point, you were a patient person. But you couldn’t imagine that now, not when all you could think about was how amazing it would be to just ride him right there, memories running through your mind and making your inner walls ripple unintentionally.  He either couldn’t feel it or didn’t care, stoically continuing to read even as you were struggling to stay still.

Your plan was to be good for a while and then hope that you could convince him later… but you know what they say about best-laid plans, so you ended up cutting straight to the convincing pretty fast.

“Can I move yet, sir?”

“It’s hardly been a minute,” he frowned.

“Please,” you sighed, just barely moving your hips without even meaning to.

“Not yet,” he asserted, sounding a bit annoyed, but you needed this more than anything.

"Please let me move, please; I just wanna ride you so bad,” you begged.

He sighed, clearly irritated, and just when you thought you’d made a grave error, he finally put his book aside and looked up at you with a grin.  "If I had known you would be so whiny, I would have had you keep me warm with your mouth.”

You opened your mouth to respond but let out only whimpery moans when he ran his hands up your body, toying briefly with your nipples before wrapping a hand around your neck and pulling you down into a rough kiss.  Moaning into it, you couldn’t hold back any longer and started to rock your body atop his, savoring that perfect drag of his length along your walls that you’d missed so much.

Before you got a chance to really set your pace, he grabbed you tight and rolled the both of you over, pinning you under his weight as he fucked you in that way that was somehow rough and slow at the same time, moving his kiss to your neck and holding you down by your wrists.

“Fuck, th-thank you, sir,” you sighed, your cheeks warming when he chuckled against your skin.

“You really are too sweet, draga,” he whispered.

Your arms wrapped around his neck while your legs did the same to his hips, keeping him deep inside you while his lips and tongue teased your collarbones, his fingers interlacing with yours.

He spent the entire night somewhere between making love to you and fucking you within an inch of your life, making you come more times than you could count, only taking breaks from fucking you to eat you out like a starving man (and one time for a quick drink sometime around 3 a.m.).  It was no wonder, then, that you passed out just a few moments after he finally came inside you, sleeping soundly in his arms until well into the morning, nearly noon in fact, when the sun was streaming in through the massive window.

After a relaxed breakfast of champagne and fruit (the native pamplemousse was unlike anything you’d ever eaten before), Helmut encouraged you to shower again and meet him at the pool, which was a bit surprising since he normally liked to have you keep his come in you as long as possible.  “Our guests should be here this afternoon,” was his only explanation, and you had a few ideas about what that meant, all of which made your gut sink in an oddly pleasurable way as you were filled with anticipation.

“Wear that bathing suit I bought for you, the new one,” he added finally as he stepped out onto the back patio.

~

It might seem silly to have a pool on a property right by the beach, but on days like today, where the ocean water was just a bit too chilly, you were thankful to have the heated pool to take a dip in.  Honestly, you were a little surprised that Helmut didn’t make you swim in the ocean to see your nipples get hard through the tight black bikini, but then again, they were already getting there just from sharing a pool chair with him.

He was lying against the cushioned chair; your body sat between his spread legs as the back of your head rested on his chest.  And, this is entirely unrelated, but you really liked how he looked in the round sunglasses he had on.

You hummed contentedly as you reached up behind you to touch him, rubbing his shoulders and pecs.  You wiggled a bit, slowly, and imagined how it would feel if he got hard right against the small of your back.

"Mm, what's gotten into you, lutka?" he purred, rubbing your arms.

You rolled your eyes playfully.  "You know the effect you have on me, don't act surprised."

Just before anything exciting could happen, Sam and James entered through the fence, apparently already having changed into their swimsuits; you wished you had thought to wear sunglasses so they couldn’t catch you ogling their muscular bodies, but instead, you just tried to keep your cool as you waved hello.

“Welcome!” Helmut called out, both of you getting up to greet them properly.  “I hope your flight was alright…?”

“Yeah, it was great,” Sam nodded, “thanks.”

“You really own this whole place?” James added, glancing around.

“Yes, would you like to have a swim?  I hear it should be warm enough tomorrow for the ocean, but until then…” Helmut trailed off.

Sam went right ahead, diving in and smiling wide when he popped back up.  That man had such an infectious smile, you thought he should charge people to see it or something because you felt spoiled seeing it for free.

James jumped in behind him but seemed a little surprised when he returned to the surface to see you back in your chair with Helmut.  “Care to join us?” he asked you.

“Um, no, I already swam a bit this morning,” you remembered, suddenly shy, “I think I’ll stay by the pool a while longer.”

“Aw, I was looking forward to getting to know you better,” he pouted, and everyone else raised an eyebrow at that statement.  “Um, verbally, I mean,” he added, cheeks flushing slightly.

“What would you want to know?” you asked, sighing as you relaxed against Helmut’s chest.

“Well, what’s your story?” he shrugged, swimming up the edge of the pool to hang his arms over the edge.

“I… suppose it’s a rather short story,” you realized, “I was born in Sokovia, but my parents were immigrants.  I was a bit of an ugly duckling as a child, I think.”

“You look like quite the swan now,” James winked, and you hoped Helmut wouldn’t notice how much that affected you.  

“Oh, thank you,” you mumbled.

“Which reminds me, that’s a cute bikini you have on,” he complimented.

“Do you like it?” you hummed coyly.  “Helmut picked it out.”

“Why don’t you give them a better look, darling?” Helmut prompted, and Sam swam up to hang over the edge too as you stood up and fought the urge to cover yourself with your arms.  The Baron motioned his finger in a circle, silently instructing you to twirl so they could see the back, and you did though you felt a bit self-conscious about it.  Finally, once you were sure they’d had an eyeful, he let you sit back down in his lap.

“Cute, isn’t it?” he cooed as his fingers travelled slowly up your sides.  “It’s Chanel.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Sam dismissed, unlatching himself from the edge of the pool and falling into a backstroke.  “This is weird.  I just wanna swim.”

“You didn’t think this was seriously a free vacation, no strings attached, did you?” James shot back, getting up out of the pool and shaking some of the water off of himself before sitting down in the chair beside you two and letting his eyes wander over you.  “So, Chanel, huh?” he prompted, and you nodded.

“Helmut says I should only wear the nicest things,” you explained, sitting up slightly.

“Why does it matter?  You’d look beautiful in anything,” James cooed, and you felt a little dirty for how much you liked his attention.  Good thing you liked feeling dirty.

“And a rare wagyu steak would taste just as good served any way, but you wouldn’t put it on a paper plate, now would you?” Helmut countered.  “Well, maybe you would…”

James rolled his eyes but brushed off Helmut’s insult, returning his attention to you.  “I guess I’m just… hungry enough that it doesn’t make much of a difference.”

You reached up to trace your fingertip over the silver chain dangling off of his neck, biting your lip as you hooked your finger around it and pulled him closer.  “Are you hungry enough that you don’t mind that it’s another man’s meal?”

His blue eyes went wide for a moment before glancing down to your lips and back up to your unwavering gaze, your brow raised as if a challenge while his furrowed as if he were considering accepting it.

“If he’s willing to share…” James whispered back.

“Then kiss me,” you requested softly, pulling him closer by his dog tags one more time until your lips met.

The way James kissed you was… difficult to describe.  Gentle, but with this edge of intensity— like he was restraining himself, like there was so much more passion teeming beneath the surface.  You wanted to bring that out if you could; you wanted to see how far you could push him until he lost it.

As James carefully ventured his tongue into your mouth, only to pull back and nip your bottom lip with his teeth, Helmut kissed you too— on the back of your neck, that spot that always made you wet and desperate right away.  You moaned, and you couldn’t be sure exactly who it was for, but James sure decided to respond to it either way, tilting his head more to let his kiss explore you deeper.

Helmut’s teeth dug into your shoulder right as James nipped at your bottom lip like they had somehow explicitly coordinated to make you desperate; your right hand reached up to weave into James’ hair, your left squeezing Helmut’s wrist at your side.

The kiss ended just a moment too soon, and there was a delay before you blinked your eyes open to look back at James, who seemed quite proud of himself.

“Touch me,” you pleaded in a whimper.

“Where?” he asked, somewhat innocently.

“Y-you know where…” you mumbled.  

He grinned wide, all trance of innocence gone.  “I know, but I want you to say it.”

“My cunt,” you whispered, and he snarled just a bit at the word.  “Please?”

“Of course, which one do you want?” James prompted with a grin, showing you his hands as your eyes instantly gravitated to the metal one.

“I think you know which I’m going to choose,” you mumbled shyly, and he smirked as he reached forward with the vibranium arm to brush his fingertips over your stomach, moving down to the top hemline of your bikini bottom.

You just barely gasped when the metal digits swiped over your clit and began to rub gentle circles, almost too slow as if he wanted to tease you… which, of course, he did.

"Do you like the way he touches you, draga?" Helmut whispered.  His voice in your ear was like honey on your tongue, like honey everywhere.

"Yes, sir," you nodded, looking down at James' hand buried into your bikini.

"Hey, tell me you like it, too," James protested, "I'm the one doing it after all."

"I like it, James," you repeated, looking up at him.  "I… don't have a title for you.  Should I call you something when you touch me like this?"

"You can just call me Bucky from now on, okay?  I think we're well past close enough now for that."

"Okay, Bucky," you sighed, watching the way his jaw clenched when you called him by name, "please put your fingers inside me."

"Both?"

"Yes, please," you breathed.

"But my fingers are thick, they're hard metal, and you're so small and delicate…"

"I want them to stretch me out, just please—"

A loud moan of shock jumped out of your mouth when he pushed the fingers in all at once, and though it reawakened some of the soreness from when Helmut had fucked you the night before, it felt wonderful enough to make your back arch up from the strong body behind you, his erection now digging into your hip.

It was certainly loud enough to get Sam's attention, who suddenly appeared beside the chair while he towelled off his chiselled chest.

"Damn, what are y'all doing to her over here?" he wondered aloud as if he were concerned for your health.

"Just playing with Zemo's little doll," Bucky answered.  "She's really fucking tight, can barely fit two fingers."

"Wait, move over, let me see," Sam insisted, making Bucky pull his fingers out and Helmut holding you more firmly as Sam slipped his hand into your bikini as well, poking his fingers at your entrance before pushing them in.

His fingers were even thicker and longer than Bucky's, just by a slight margin yet enough to make you mewl and arch your back as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Fuck, yeah, you were right," Sam breathed, and you felt more hands running over your body but you couldn't even tell anymore whose they were; you knew one that reached to pull up your bikini top and expose your breasts was Helmut's, because only he would be so bold, but the fingers teasing your nipples, the rough palm running up your legs… they could've belonged to anyone, and that realization made your clit throb.

"Okay, okay, that's enough. I was here first," Bucky mumbled as you felt Sam's fingers slip out and the metal ones push back in— not to mention the thumb reaching up to circle your clit slowly.

He wasn't just exploring you this time; you could tell he had a mission.  The way he instantly curled into your spot, the way he moved quickly yet deliberately, all made your thighs begin to quiver.

Helmut kissed your ear, gently tilting your head to access your neck better where he began to suck hard enough to leave a mark, mumbling something in Sokovian about how good you were being for him and his guests.

You loved being good, and the praise made your hips lift a little so you could rock yourself onto Bucky's fingers; the three men chuckled proudly.

"Feels that good?" Bucky pressed, and you nodded quickly.

He fingered you even faster, harder, and you cried out.

"Ohhh fuck, Bucky!" you gasped.  "Bucky, I'm gonna come!"

"Oh no, you're not," Helmut groaned, giving you a quick spank on the inner thigh as you whined and jolted.  "James, take your fingers out."

"Do I have to?"

"You do if you want a chance to fill her with more than just your fingers…"

That worked right away, Bucky pulling back as you pouted at being empty again.

“Let’s take her inside, and we can continue this there,” Helmut suggested, and Bucky lifted you up into his arms as the Baron led the group back to the master suite.

The convenient thing about bathing suits is that it takes so little time to get naked, which is why the second the patio door was shut, Bucky and Sam were stripping as their hard cocks bobbed up against their stomachs.  As if that weren’t overwhelming enough, Helmut stepped away for a moment (which left you feeling more alone than usual) just as the men began to help you strip; Sam untied the back of your bikini while Bucky knelt and pulled down the bottoms, leaving you feeling exposed as you were totally bare before them.  Bucky smiled up at you and kissed along your thighs while Sam grabbed a handful of your ass and growled a bit under his breath.

When you looked over at Helmut, you saw he had actually dressed in his robe rather than stripping, nearly making you whine with disappointment.  But you couldn’t focus on that long as hands moved all over your skin, both of them still just slightly wet from the pool, and you shivered for both of those reasons.

You gasped when Bucky suddenly licked a thick stripe right over your folds, and if it weren’t for Sam’s arms holding you up, you might not have been able to stay standing.

Looking down at where Bucky was devouring you, he looked back up at you with a lot less dominating intensity in his eyes than you were used to seeing.  Not that you minded; after all, no one could do what Helmut did as well as he could, but maybe Bucky could do something different, and it would be just as enjoyable.  His tongue lapping at your clit was certainly wonderful so far.

Sam guided one of your hands back behind you to stroke his cock, your mouth falling slack, which he took advantage of by turning your face and capturing you in an open-mouthed kiss.  You heard your moans stifle against his tongue, felt his cock flex a bit as you smeared the precum you found at his tip.

“I think that’s enough for now,” Helmut interrupted, and everyone turned to look at him.  “Darling, come here,” he instructed with a curled finger that pointed to the bed, “hands and knees.”

You nodded and pushed the other men away, taking your place on the bed and looking up at him as he held your jaw gently.

"How long has it been since you had another man inside you, lutka?" he asked lowly.

"I can't even remember,” you admitted, “it's been so long…"

“Are you willing to try it?” he asked gently, no hint of domination or pressure in his tone, and you found yourself searching his eyes for the right answer.

“What do you want?” you asked him instead of answering.

“Draga, I’m asking what you want,” he reminded you, but you were afraid he would be hurt if you showed interest in the other men.  Sure, previous evidence indicated that wasn’t an issue for him, but your gut instinct was to deny your attraction.  So, you compromised. 

“All I want is you,” you answered first, “but…”

“But?”

“But is it awful if… if I want them to fuck me, too?”

He smiled, kissing your forehead.  “No, I don’t think so.  Only as awful as it is that I want to watch them fuck you.”

You looked up at him and smiled back, brimming with gratitude that he was so gentle with you.  It was fascinating how he wielded complete control over you and yet never used it against you.

“I have one rule, draga,” he added firmly, “you cannot come for them.  You only come for me.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And stay on your hands and knees, so I can always get a good look at you, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

He kissed you one more time before pulling away and sitting back in the chair in the corner with his ankle over his knee, looking at Sam and Bucky expectantly.  Every chair he sat in seemed to look like a throne as soon as he was in it.

“Well, get on with it, then,” he instructed, motioning to you.  The men looked at you and looked at each other before some kind of silent agreement took place and Bucky stepped up first.  Sam sat down to watch you as you felt Bucky stand near the bed behind you, flesh and metal fingers running over your back until you shivered.

Then he pressed his cock against you, coating himself in your wetness, and that made you shiver, too.

You braced yourself as he lined himself up, whimpering slightly as he pushed his cock into you as well as hearing him moan lowly.  The hand at your waist tightened as he hissed in a breath through his teeth.

"Fuck," he breathed, holding you still so he could fill you completely.  “S’tight…” he slurred.

“How does it feel for you?” Helmut asked you, raising an eyebrow as he examined your expression, your mouth fallen slack, yet your brow furrowed.

“It feels… different,” you stammered your answer.  You gasped loudly as Bucky started to move, and yes, this was very different.  His cock was curved differently and though it didn’t exactly reach any new parts of you (you were sure Helmut had already touched every part of you physically accessible), it did stroke them in new ways.  

He gained speed rather quickly, clearly too on edge himself to stay patient, and you didn’t blame him although it sent you moving faster toward the edge than you would’ve liked.  At first you wondered if it would even be a challenge to keep from coming like Helmut had demanded… you chided yourself internally for ever being so hubristic.

His legs pushed yours apart, spreading them wider, and he began to really fuck you in earnest, fast and needy and each slam of his hips against your ass harder than ever.  “O-oh fuck,” you choked, forcing your eyes shut and scrunching up your nose for a second when he slammed the tip of his cock right into the deepest spots inside you.  This position left you with nowhere to go, put your whole body on display for him along with giving you no escape from his onslaught of pleasure.  Worst of all was that you were pretty sure he wasn’t even trying that hard to make you feel good, and yet feeling used like that only turned you on more.

"Bucky, please, slow down," you whimpered.

"Absolutely do not do that," Helmut interjected sternly.  "Don't let her tell you what to do."

And, possibly just to spite you, he actually fucked you faster.  You sobbed and bit down on your lip, fighting everything building up inside you.

“You’d better not come,” Helmut warned through his teeth, “you’d better not fucking come.  You know how bad it would be for you if you came for another man.”

“Y-yes, sir,” you nodded.

But Bucky was slamming right into your spot, and he knew it, too. He knew how desperate you were becoming, and apparently, he didn’t mind at all that you’d be punished for it.  He leaned down to growl against your ear, “I know how close you are.  Don’t you think it’d feel so good to just let go and come on my cock?”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as the force it took to hold back your orgasm became painful.  “No, it would only feel good to come for Helmut…”

“C’mon baby, just stop fighting it and come for me,” Bucky taunted, “squeeze me tight with that sweet little pussy; I know you need to so bad.”

He wasn’t wrong, but you blinked with teary eyes up at Helmut and wanted nothing more than to please him and make him proud of you.  “Please, m-make him stop,” you begged, “I won’t be able to hold back anymore…”

“He’s not going to stop until he comes, lutka, and you need to stay strong,” he explained, his voice soothing you slightly.  “You need to be my good girl.  Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

Bucky held your hips tight as he pulled your body back onto his cock, and you forced your eyes shut to try to focus on not coming.  No other man had made you come in your life but Helmut, and you had no intentions of breaking that streak.

“Think you can make me come before I make you come?” Bucky challenged.

“I have to,” you answered breathlessly.  “And I want you to come… I wanna make you come so bad, Bucky, please…”

“Mhmm?” he encouraged.

“Please, I want it, please come for me,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, I will,” he promised darkly, fucking you even harder.

Helmut interjected a brief instruction: “Pull out.” 

Bucky nodded a little, breathing heavily as you felt his cock throb slightly, especially at the base where each movement stretched you out even more.  It was so beautifully erotic and you were tensing every muscle inside you to try not to come, which helped speed him up quite a bit since you were gripping him so tight.

“Fuck,” Bucky grunted, “fuck!” 

He pulled out and instantly painted your back with a roar, sliding his cock over your ass as he pumped stream after stream of come onto you.  You sighed happily, satisfied that you had managed to stave off orgasm with perhaps only a few seconds to spare— you’d never been so happy to make someone come before because this time it brought relief that you had done well for your Baron.

Then again, you always felt that way when you made the man himself come, but this was different because you had been moments away from failing him.

Speaking of the Baron, he stared down at you proudly the whole time, kneeling down slightly to swipe his finger through the cooling spend on your back and bring it to your open lips.  “Mm, you really are my perfect little girl,” he mumbled as you sucked his finger diligently.  But he turned his attention away from you to call out across the room, “Sam!  It’s your turn.”

Your eyes went wide.  “W-wait, Helmut, I’ll come!”

“No, you won’t,” he hissed, eyes darkening again, “because I told you not to.”

And Sam was already behind you, taking Bucky’s place who had already cleaned himself up a bit and returned to his seat, letting the Baron pour him a drink which he gulped down in one go.

When Sam pushed into the end of you, your natural instinct was to arch your back up to try to keep him from going too deep, but he growled and pushed your back down again with a strong hand that made you feel so small for a moment.  “No, baby, no running away… you’re gonna take it all.”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathed, yelping a little when he roughly shoved in that last inch.

From then on, he went much harder on you than Bucky had, spanking you and gripping your ass while he fucked you, and the most embarrassing part was how much harder it made it to keep from coming.  It was clear that he realized making you come would give him power over everyone else in the room for different reasons, and he was determined to gain that power.

“Does he fuck you this good, huh?” he groaned.  

“He fucks me better,” you shot back right away, making Helmut chuckle slightly.

“If your plan is to make her switch allegiances, you’ll have to do better than that,” Helmut taunted, and Sam doubled his efforts as one hand pinched your clit and the other groped your breast.  You almost lost it right there but managed to pull yourself together, your whole body shaking with the effort to keep the pleasure at bay.

“Well, if he can fuck you better then why doesn’t he?” Sam continued his leading questions, even though you could barely keep up a conversation at this point.  “Why does he keep pimping you out to us if he’s fucking you right all on his own?”

“Don’t you understand?” you breathed, your head falling down onto the bed as you were almost able to look back enough to see his face.  “This is my punishment.  He knows I don’t want anyone else; that’s why you’re here.”

Sam smiled, perhaps in pity, and yet you honestly had to close your eyes because his smile was so lovely that it could’ve brought an end to your restraint.  “Poor thing, he’s really got you whipped.  I… still can’t believe I’m doing this, but you feel too good to stop now.”

He yanked your head back by your hair for emphasis, making you yelp as he fucked you brutally.  Your toes curled and your fingers dug into the sheets, and you had to close your eyes because the way Helmut was staring at you made this all much too difficult.  Maybe it was just that he didn’t seem jealous at all, or angry; but he didn’t seem like he was getting any excess pleasure out of this, either.  It was… almost neutral, but something burned behind his eyes brighter than maybe you’d ever seen it, his legs crossed and his fingers interlaced as he waited for you to either hold or break.

With the top half of your body fallen limply onto the bed, you reached out above your head and felt Helmut’s hand grab yours, squeezing slightly, and it helped keep you grounded as you held his fingers.

“Oh fuck, ‘m gonna come,” Sam groaned out his warning, “gonna cover this pretty ass in my come, you want that?”

“Yes, please,” you shuddered. 

“Keep begging for it,” he demanded, rushing his words as you felt his cock start to throb against your walls with his impending orgasm.  

“Please come, please come, please come on me, Sam, please,” you chanted, over and over, struggling not to come and hoping that if you could speed him up, then you could make it.

He grunted through his teeth as hot ropes of seed covered your ass; though your body was left wanting, dangling on the edge so close to your release, your mind was satisfied that you had managed to follow your Baron’s rules.

Sam stepped back to admire his work, finding another spare robe to cover himself with as he rejoined the other men across the room.

“Would you like a drink as well?” Helmut offered to Sam, unfortunately letting go of your hand in the process.  Sam was still catching his breath, running his hands over his short hair as if he was processing everything.

“No, but are those cigars up for grabs?” Sam replied, pointing to the ornate box propped open, and Helmut nodded.

“Of course; what’s mine is yours,” he answered, presenting the box and lighter to him.

“Yeah, you can say that again,” Sam added flatly, the three of them all looking at where you were sitting, covered in come and waiting patiently for your next command.

Just as you feared they’d all have their cigars and whiskey and ignore you completely, your Baron knelt down to look at you face-to-face, smiling proudly.

“You did so good for me, darling,” he cooed, and your insides clenched as if you could come just from hearing that.  “You don't think I'm horribly cruel, do you?"

"No, sir," you smiled weakly.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised with a kiss to the tip of your nose as he stepped away to the master bathroom.  

You glanced at the other men— Bucky with his crystal glass of whiskey, Sam puffing at the cigar stoically— and wondered what, if anything, you could possibly say.

“So, how’s your weekend been so far?” Sam asked you plainly, breaking the silence.

“It’s only Friday night,” you realized, sighing as you tried not to imagine how much debauchery the Baron had in store for you.  Right now you were so exhausted that it sounded like too much work; and you were so desperate only for Helmut that the idea of anybody else being involved intimidated you.

Helmut returned quickly with a washcloth, sitting beside you on the bed and placing it gently on your back.

“As pretty as you look covered in come, I’d rather not make too much of a mess,” Helmut explained as he wiped you down with the damp cloth, your skin tingling and your body crying out for more of his touch.

“Will you fuck me, sir?” you mumbled, somewhere between an honest question and a desperate plea.

“Yes, I will,” he answered, making you hum happily, “and I’m finally going to let you come.”

You bit down on your lip, trying not to moan just from hearing that.

“But I’m not going to let you stop.”

The lump in your throat was impossible to swallow, but you tried anyway as he tossed the rag away and circled the bed, standing behind where you were laying limply.  He grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you down to where he needed you, covering your body with his as he kissed the back of your neck slowly.

“I bet you’ll come the moment I’m inside you, draga,” he whispered.  You nodded in agreement, gasping a bit as you felt his cock teasing your swollen, sore pussy.  Just the tip bumping into your clit was enough to make you think you could come right there, you’d been on the edge so long.

But then he pushed into you in one stroke, not rough yet enough to reignite the soreness of being filled by two men already, and your walls started to pulse around him.  A million words swirled in your mind, words about how perfect he felt and how you’d missed him so much and how no one could fuck you like he could, but none of them made it to your mouth where you could only moan loudly.

He wrapped his arms around you, he kissed everywhere he could reach, and waves of pleasure washed over you until tears filled your eyes.  You lost count immediately, coming on his cock over and over as you became a limp, whimpering mess right away.

“You two really did miss out,” Helmut taunted the other men between his own moans, “it feels so fucking amazing to be inside her when she comes.  She gets tighter every time… blyat, so tight I can hardly control myself.”

It was already hot to hear him speak to you like that in these moments, but for him to speak to someone else, to keep you from forgetting that you weren’t alone and that these men had just fucked you and were watching you come right now?  You hadn’t even imagined before what that would be like.

“Please, please, sir, please,” you chanted, your voice breaking until you could barely whisper.

“What is it that you want, lutka?  Do you even know what you’re begging for anymore?”

“I want whatever you want, sir, please,” you cried.  He reached around your body to rub your throbbing clit, and you all but screamed.

“I know you do, beautiful, I know,” he breathed, kissing your back and shoulder tenderly to calm you.  “I love you so much, draga, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love you too, Helmut,” you whispered, “more than anything.  I love being yours.”

“Aw,” you heard Bucky briefly sigh.

“Dude, shut up,” Sam corrected him harshly.

“It’s sweet!” Bucky defended.

“It’s weird; this is all so weird,” Sam frowned.

“You didn’t seem to mind before…” Bucky trailed off.

Two of Helmut’s fingers swiped over your open lips and you immediately sucked them into your mouth with a satisfied hum, the taste of his skin always comforting you.  When he rolled you onto your side, it was so much easier for him to touch you wherever he wanted and it only did more to keep you overwhelmed with pleasure until you worried you couldn’t take much more.  But you kept sucking his fingers, tears still falling which he occasionally kissed away, until he took his hand away to wrap around your neck instead.  You nodded a little to let him know it was okay to choke you, and your loud moans fell to sudden silence when he tightened his grip.  

It made your eyes roll back, it made your walls flutter and your toes start to go numb, it made you wonder if you were going to pass out whether or not he let you breathe again because your body was already ready to give in.

You sucked in a gasp when he let go, sobbing his name as a particularly deep thrust knocked you right into your peak again.  He kept one hand on your neck as the other reached between your legs to play with your abused pussy as he fucked it harder than ever.

“I can’t come anymore,” you assured, shaking your head and trying to push his hand away from your sore clit.  “I— I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, draga, I know you can. Just relax and let me keep making you feel good,” he instructed, somehow both gentle and demanding all at once.

“I… I can’t…” you breathed, nearly incomprehensible between thick sobs, but you were already coming again in spite of your words, shocks of pleasure electrifying your body from the inside out.  He choked you out into silence again, praising you all the way through it.

“There you go, shh, it’s all right,” he soothed, “you’re so beautiful, darling, so good for me, just keep going…”

You reached back to lace your fingers into his hair and tug, which did nothing to deter him from kissing your neck just beneath where his thumb gripped it, same as your hand wrapped tightly around his wrist didn’t stop him from quickly rubbing your clit.

Breath filled your lungs when he let go, and you were so desperate for relief that you felt like you weren’t even in control of your words anymore.

"Please come inside me," you begged mindlessly, "please, I need you so bad, please…"

“Is that what you need?” he groaned.  “You need to be full of my seed?”

“Yes, please, want it deep in me— fuck, Helmut, please!”

He growled and bit your ear lightly, mumbling his promise to fill you up in Sokovian— sometimes you thought he spoke Sokovian when he was about to come because he was so distracted that he forgot English, but you didn’t think that at the moment because you were currently too cockdrunk to think about anything.

His low moan echoed right through your body as you felt his cock flex and throb with each pump of come, just as deep as you’d wanted, and you sighed happily at the familiar feeling, finally relaxing into the mattress.

But perhaps you relaxed a little too soon because he made you come one more time after he’d filled you, whispering something about he wanted to use your pussy to milk every drop from his cock, but after that finally he pulled out, and you collapsed face-down onto the bed, ready to pass out even though the sun was only just beginning to set and you’d slept until noon earlier.

“Well, I think we sufficiently knocked her out,” Sam chuckled.

“‘We’?” Helmut repeated, sounding a bit offended yet bemused as he redressed.

“Okay fine, you did most of the heavy lifting, but only cause you wouldn’t let her come for us,” Sam relented with a frown.

“I swear, I was this close to getting her to break,” Bucky interjected, sighing before taking another slow sip of his (third) drink.

“Yeah, what would’ve happened if one of us made her come, anyway?” Sam wondered aloud.  “She seemed pretty worried about whatever punishment you had in store for her.”

“Nothing too terrible,” Helmut shrugged, “I just would’ve fucked her in the ass.”

Bucky choked on his whiskey as Sam tried and failed to suppress a smirk.

“She lets you do that?!” Bucky blurted out between fits of coughing.

“She lets me do whatever I want,” Helmut replied, “I’m surprised that hasn’t become abundantly clear to you by now.”

“I guess we’re still adjusting to it, that’s all,” Sam explained.  “I don’t know about you,” he looked at Bucky, “but this is new for me.”

“I was born in 1917; everything is new for me,” Bucky frowned.

“Well, this is new for us too,” Helmut assured, “especially her, she was so inexperienced when she met me…”

He paused for a moment to reminisce before glancing at you lying prone on the bed and looked totally fucked-out.

“But look at her now!” he finished.  “She takes it all in stride.”

“Yeah, she’s a trooper alright,” Sam agreed.  “Be careful with her, Zemo, ‘cause I think if you hurt her too bad, Bucky here is gonna be waiting in the wings to steal her.”

“I— what?!” Bucky snorted defensively.

“Don’t think we can’t see you giving her googly eyes, not that I blame you or anything… getting deepthroated for the first time will definitely make you catch feelings,” Sam smirked before taking a puff of the cigar again.

“It’s not like that, I’m just… listen, I guess I’m just a bit more conventional than you perverts,” he frowned.  “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful or anything, I just can’t imagine having a girl like that all to myself and letting anybody else lay a finger on her.”

“Not everyone is as insecure as you, James,” Helmut shrugged.  “Women can’t be stolen.  They can only go where they want to.  And she wants to be with me.”

He turned back to ask you if you agreed, but you were already fast asleep.  Smiling slightly, he grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and unfolded it to drape over you; you instinctively cuddled up under it without waking up, letting out a quiet sigh.

“Goodnight, draga,” he whispered with a kiss to your forehead.  “Rest well, you’ll need it for the morning.”

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 01 - Initium]

• Initium (Latin, beginning)

Warnings: none really, just people getting to know each other

Wordcount: 12.1k

a/n: and so it begins, i am so excited for this journey

University. Now you are one of them. Those stuck-up, elitist pricks, who prance around with their fancy diplomas and unimportant “important titles”. You really didn’t want to be one of them, but when fate opens a big, bright door of opportunity for you, you won’t say no. Of course not. Especially if that means moving halfway across the globe to one of the most renowned universities internationally. How they found you and decided that you were worthy of their education is still beyond you. But again, when fate opens a big, bright door of opportunity for you, you won’t say no and also not ask any questions.

Today is the first day of classes. Rainy and gloomy and also surprisingly chilly. But what you learned from your two weeks of living in your new hometown, weather such as today was of the ordinary.

“Thank you good sir”, you thank the cabdriver and give him the required money. You hadn’t quite figured out the bus system yet and in fear of missing your first classes, you decided to take the safe route and call a cab instead. The drive took a good twenty five minutes and was filled with the humming of the old car and the occasional loud coughing of the elderly cabdriver.

“Have a safe day Missy, there’s gunna be a storm later, I can feel it in me bones”, the cab driver tells you, tipping his newsboy hat.

“I will, take care as well good sir”, you send him a friendly smile and then close the door. The cab drives off, leaving you a present in the form of its terribly smelling fumes.

So, now just a hundred meters over the yard and then through the big door on the left wing. At least that is what your hand scribbled notes on your curriculum tell you.

The gravel pathways are almost empty as you hurry along them. Either your fellow students are terribly late or are already in their lectures. You shiver. It is awfully chilly today. You shoulder your worn out backbag and close the buttons on your terribly thin coat and then hurry up the slippery stairs to the entrance.

Thinking the door would open easily, you practically throw yourself against it, only to get the air knocked right out of your chest.

“Ouch, what the?” you groan, rubbing your chest before you try again.

The door doesn’t budge.

“Uhm? Excuse me door? May I enter?” you huff out, pushing at the handle with all your might, but with no luck. It is like the building refuses to let you inside.

“If I may”, a baritone voice says behind you and a second later an arm appears in your vision.

You whip around, coming face to face with a tall, handsome man. Dark eyes, dark hair and pale skin. He gives you an amused smile and pulls the door open with ease.

“There you go. After you, Miss”, he says, giving you a little bow of his head.

“It was a pull door”, you say, flicking your own forehead, “I’m a complete idiot. Thanks for helping me.”

“Of course, it was my honour”, the mysterious man says, entering the building after you.

You study him from head to toe. You are normally not one to gawk at another person like that, but he really is one handsome fella. Long, muscular legs, toned torso and perfectly proportionate arms. And his face, oh it is to die for.

“Are you perhaps a fellow student here?” you ask him, mesmerised by the way he seems to basically glide over the floor in elegant steps.

“I’ve been a student here for quite some time actually”, he gives you another smile again, showing off his dimples, “I can’t seem to quite want to leave this place.”

You have to laugh at that, a shy and quick laugh. You had no idea why you wanted to laugh, but you did.

“So, uhm”, you clear your throat, “I guess this means it’s a great uni? I’m ___ and I’m new here, that's why I ask.”

The stranger repeats your name and hums as if he finds satisfaction in the sound of your syllables.

“Quite the unique name you have.”

“Thank you?”

“You are very welcome”, he sends you one of his smiles again and this time around it reaches his dark eyes and brightens them up just slightly.

“Uhm, who are you?” you ask then, feeling yourself get stuck on the shape of his lips. Plumb and so, so pink against his otherwise porcelain complexion.

“I am, well….” he drifts off then as his eyes land on something or someone behind you, “…another time maybe. I have to leave.”

“What?”

He bows at you, “it was a pleasure to meet you, Miss ___. May we meet again very soon”, he says as he straightens up and then turns his back to you to strut up the stairs.

“What just happened?” you murmur, looking over your shoulder to see who or what might have scared him away like that.

Two men are running up to. You have never seen them before and yet they seem to know you well. They are even waving at you, calling out for you.

“Me?” you point at your own chest.

“Yeah, you”, the first man says and stops right in front of you. He is dressed in the shrillest clothes you have ever seen. Orange bell bottoms with a purple sequin shirt and on top of his nose green lensed glasses are perched. It fits perfectly with his bright blonde hair and painted nails.

“Uhm…do I know you?” you ask him, studying his face. Something must be in the water at those grounds. He is just as handsome as the first man you met. Sharp eyebrows, a perfectly straight nose and dark eyes which seem to carry a lot more life than the ones on the other stranger.

“Nope, my name’s Hoseok. Jung Hoseok”, he tells you and offers you his hand to shake.

You accept it, almost having to gasp at how cold it feels against your palm. A firm grip and two good shakes later he pulls away again.

“And this right here”, he points at the man next to him.

Again. Just as handsome as the other two before him. Long, slim legs, a skinny waist and broad, toned shoulders, all adorned by a black velvet suit. His brown hair is styled out of his face, revealing his forehead and perfectly shaped eyebrows.

“This right here is my best friend Seokjin.”

“Kim Seokjin”, he says and offers you his hand to shake. You go for the handshake only to gasp quietly when he kisses your knuckles instead. Not that his lips actually touched your skin, but the movement still made your heart flutter for the briefest of moments.

“It’s an honour to meet you Miss…?”

“Uhm ___, yeah”, you tell them.

Seokjin lets go of your hand and straightens up again. He looks over at his friend, giving him a nod of his head which the later returns.

“Your name’s unique. It’s funky, I like it “, the first man, whose name you remember to be Hoseok, says.

“Thank you?” you say, scratching your chin, “you are like the second person to tell me that.”

“Yeah? Did Namjoon tell you that too?” he asks, nodding up the stairs on which mere minutes ago the stranger hurried up.

“Namjoon?” you look back at the other two guys, “is that his name?”

“Yep, Kim Namjoon. He’s a dick”, Hoseok says, which earns him a nudge of Seokjin's elbow.

“What Hoseok is trying to say here is that it is no coincidence that we hurried to you”, Seokjin says and points down the hallway.

You start walking, seeing his gesture as the signal to do exactly that. They seem to be quite pleased with it.

“Okay? What’s that supposed to mean? Two unknown men running up to me is honestly a little creepy”, you say, eyeing them, "also why am I following you?" you add, stopping in your tracks.

“Hey, don’t worry we’re chill. We just thought maybe you needed a little help with Namjoon, he can be quite a lot”, Hoseok assures you.

“Quite a lot?”

“He is one of those stuck-up, elitist people, who think they are better than the rest of us”, Seokjin explains.

“Says the one in the velvet suit”, Hoseok retorts and without thinking of how it might look, you chuckle at his words.

“At least I don’t look like a stoner from the seventies”, Seokjin throws back, making you chuckle equally as hard.

“Thank you, that was literally what I wanted to look like when I picked out my outfit this morning”, the other man says and strokes his hands down his toned chest.

You chuckle some more and as if ripped out of their bubble of bickering their heads turn your way.

“Sorry, you probably think we are total weirdos now”, Hoseok mumbles, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Nah, you’re alright. At least I got company, I don’t think I’d be able to navigate through this massive building otherwise.”

“Are you new here?” Seokjin asks, eyes flitting to the crumbled up curriculum in your hands.

“Yeah, I just moved here. Today’s my first day of classes. Yay to that”, you say, chuckling nervously afterwards.

“What class you got now? Maybe we can show you to the classroom”, Hoseok says, taking a step closer to you to take a peek at your curriculum.

You hand it to him and watch him read. He moves his lips as he reads it, handing it to Seokjin after a minute. He looks at you and sends you a bright smile.

“You have really funky classes. Also we have the same history class together, which is funky”, he says.

“Yeah? We do? That’s cool”, you say, having to smile just from him smiling so brightly.

“So you have human anatomy now”, Seokjin murmurs and raises his head, “361, mhm, I think that room’s in the complete opposite direction of where we are walking.”

“What?” you squeak, “no way, where is it?”

“Should we show you to it?” he asks, handing you back the curriculum.

“That’d be so great, no joke I am so lost.”

The three of you make your way back to where you came from until you reach the stairs. Seokjin leads the way, ascending them with elegant steps and his hands clasped behind his back. You and Hoseok follow.

“Are you here for long already?” you ask him, eyes racing over the big paintings on the high walls.

“It’s my third semester here and hyung you are in your..?”

Seokjin looks over his shoulder, “…third semester as well.”

“Ah nice. It’s my first semester, but I guess that’s obvious given how I’m new here.”

Seokjin smiles and looks back to the front.

“So what are you studying?” Hoseok asks, tilting his head to the side in great interest.

“Well, my major is literature, but I’m kind of interested in everything else too. Especially everything with plants. And I really like acting too”

“Oh acting?” Seokjin stops on top of the stairs and turns around, “I’m majoring in performing arts”, he says, pointing at his own chest.

“No way? Really? That’s so neat.”

“Yes, indeed. It is nice”, he agrees.

You and Hoseok join him at the last step.

“We have to walk down this hallway and then it’s the second to last door to the right”, he explains.

The hallway is a lot darker than the one on the ground floor. You blame the lack of ceiling high windows for the added darkness. But they were in no way creepy, especially because of the warm ceiling lights shining down on you.

“So human anatomy. Why is that?” Hoseok asks you.

“I believe that if I get the opportunity to attend one of the internationally most renowned universities I should learn as much as I can about as many topics as I can. Also the human body always kind of fascinated me”, you explain.

“Ah, I see. Funky”, he says and grins.

“Thank you”, you say, “so uhm and you? What’s your major?”

“Modern Dance”, he says proudly, straightening his shoulders.

“Oh nice, a dancer.”

Hoseok makes a little dance move with his arms, looking as smooth as butter as he does it.

“That I am”, he grins and chuckles.

That’s when Seokjin stops and turns around.

“We’re here”, he says and points at an opened door.

“Oh? Well that was easy to find”, you say, having to laugh in embarrassment, “thanks for showing me the way, I appreciate it.”

“Of course”, Seokjin smiles, “have a nice lecture.”

“Thanks.”

You give both of them a little nod of your head and then go to leave.

“Hey ___?” Hoseok however stops you.

“Yeah?”

“Want to get lunch with us? There’s a cool restaurant here on the facility and I think you’d like it. No pressure if you don’t want to though.”

You study them both, gnawing on your lower lip. You were planning on getting lunch all alone, but if they are offering. And also they seem like two trustworthy guys.

“Sure, lunch sounds nice.”

Hoseok and Seokjin look at each other, happy grins on their faces.

“Coolio. Then we’ll pick you up here after your lecture?”

“Okay, let’s do that”, you agree and nod your head.

“Funky, see you then”, Hoseok says and drapes his arm around Seokjin's shoulder, “let’s go hyung.”

And with that they turn around and leave you to your lecture. You watch them until they cross the corner and descend the stairs. Weird, you think, how easy it is to make friends here.

The lecture room is bigger than you had imagined. There are six rows of seating areas descending down to a little podium on which the professor is already sorting through his notes. The stairs squeak as you walk down to the third row, given how this is the only row still empty. Only one other person is sitting there. Back hunched and face hidden in his arms as he clearly naps on the desk. You sit down three seats away from him, taking out everything you need. As you put your notebook onto the table he raises his head, clearly having been woken up by you.

“Can’t you be a little quieter?” he spits, rubbing his eyes. The dark circles under them look even darker because of his pale skin. Why on earth is everyone so pale here? Is it the lack of sunshine? Is this how you are going to look too in four months time?

“Uh…sorry?” you murmur, gawking at him in surprise. Why is he so rude?

He studies your face, outlining the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He scoffs and clicks his tongue.

“Whatever”, he murmurs and puts his head back down onto his arms.

You roll your eyes and turn to the front. Let him be rude, it’s not like you need to make friends with everyone you meet.

“Good morning class!” the professor suddenly calls out and throws his thick book onto his little table.

The grumpy man beside you raises his head in shock, eyes big and brows creasing. It makes you laugh, serves you right Mister Rude. The grumpy man turns to face you, lips turned downwards into a frown. He clearly doesn’t like you laughing at him, but you don’t care. You simply shrug your shoulders, send him one last teasing grin and then turn to the front to listen to the lecture instead.

The lecture turns out to be amazing. You don’t even realise that the four hours have already passed until the professor closes his book and tells everyone to read chapter one and two at home.

“We’ll see each other again next week”, he bids his goodbyes and then leaves through the squeaking door next to the podium.

In the time he said his goodbyes you have already packed your bags. Shouldering your backbag and fixing your coat, you stand up to leave. You are by the door when your grumpy seatmate catches up with you, shoulders bumping with yours on accident. You stumble back, so does he.

“Oh, oops”, you gasp, looking to your side.

“Can’t you watch where you’re walking?” he spits, cleaning his leather jacket as if you dirtied it.

“What? Uhm, excuse me? But I walked here first?” you retort, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Yeah? Well, I’ve been at this university longer so buckle off”, he answers you snarkily and then presses himself past you out of the door.

What a total dick…

“Hey!” you run out of the room and call after him, “what’s your problem?”

He looks over his shoulder, granting you one frown and then he turns away again to continue hurrying down the hallway. Somehow the crowd of people seems to magically part where he walks, weary eyes following him.

“What the actual frick?” you murmur to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Min Yoongi”, a voice says next to you, startling you.

You flinch and whip around, coming face to face with Seokjin and Hoseok.

“W-what?”

“That was Min Yoongi, he is friends with Kim Namjoon. They’re in the same fraternity. That’s why he is such a dick”, Hoseok explains.

“Aah I see”, you nod your head, “stuck-up, elitists pricks am I right?”

Hoseok points at you, “correct.”

Hoseok takes the place to your left and Seokjin takes the place to your right. They keep their distance, which you very much appreciate.

“So how’d you like your first lecture?” Hoseok asks.

“It was fun, I can already see myself enjoying it for the rest of the semester”, you say to which they both hum in content.

The restaurant is a good fifteen minutes walk away from the lecture room, at the opposite side of the university. Chatter is plenty, the clattering of cutlery accompanying it.

“Okay damn that is big as hell”, you gasp, staring down the long dining hall. 

“We’re a big university. It needs a big restaurant to accommodate everyone”, Seokjin explains and points at the serving counter, “come now, let us line up before they eat all the potatoes.”

Once waiting in line and equipped with a plastic food tray, you turn to your company. 

"So there are fraternities here. Are there like a lot?" 

"Oh yes, countless", Seokjin nods his head, "it is a big university and people want to socialise." 

"Understandable. So are you guys in the same fraternity?" 

"Yes, Hoseok, me and one other guy are forming Sanguis." 

"Sanguis? Well that's a peculiar name for a fraternity. Why did you choose it?" 

They exchange a look. 

"No reason really", Hoseok dismisses you with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. 

"Mhhm I see, I see", you say, moving up the line. You can already see the food now. Fresh and oh so mouthwatering. Gosh you are so hungry already. 

"So your friend. Is he studying here too?" 

"Of course he is. He is in his first semester just like you." 

"Oh that's nice. Maybe I'll meet him in one of my lectures." 

"Yes perhaps you will", Seokjin agrees and shifts his gaze to the front, "it is your turn by the way." 

"Oh? Oh dear, I’m sorry. Gosh I'm over here delaying everything", you tell the lunch lady and begin ordering afterwards. 

You sit down at a table in the middle of the dining hall. The chairs, although they looked quite uncomfortable, were surprisingly comfortable. The cushion, red and velvety, offered perfect padding for your behind.

“Seriously, why is everything here so pretty?” you gush, letting your eyes travel over the hand painted flower ornaments on the black, wooden table.

“Everything’s just old”, Seokjin says, paying more mind to his rare steak than your conversation.

You snort, “well this still doesn’t distract from the fact that it is beautiful.”

“You have to give her that”, Hoseok agrees with a quirk of his perfectly styled eyebrow.

“Thank you”, you say, eating a piece of potato afterwards.

The food, even though it was cafeteria food, tasted amazing. Fresh, warm and with the perfect mixture of spices. You take a sip of your apple juice with a bite of steak.

“So you two”, you start, “where do you live? Do you have a room in the student's home?”

“Us?” Seokjin looks at Hoseok, “oh no, we have an apartment in town just ten minutes from here. We share it with our roommate Jungkook. “

“Jungkook? Is he your fraternity brother?”

“Yeah, exactly. That's his name. Obviously”, Hoseok has to chuckle, “he is a sports major here and always far too busy to hang out with us. But he is a total sweetheart.”

“A sports major, huh. That’s cool, I never met a sports major before.”

“You’d love him. He is this big, beefy guy with like the biggest bambi eyes ever and a really cute smile”, Hoseok explains, making his eyes big, “also he is really gentle and sweet. And he smells nice too.”  

You chuckle.

“That sounds to me like you want to play all wingmen here.”

Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head.

“I really wasn’t. Although he could really need a girlfriend again, that loner.”

You laugh.

“Yah, stop talking about him that way”, Seokjin gives Hoseok's arm a not so gentle slap, “you know why he doesn’t have a girl, stop being weird.”

“Yeah, I know. Sorry hyung.”

You let your eyes race between them.

“May I know the reason?”

“No, it’s nothing really”, Hoseok dismisses you.

“It’s kind of personal”, Seokjin adds.

“Ah, yes of course. I understand”, you give both of them a reassuring smile.

A silence rises between the three of you. It is not an awkward silence, nor is it a comfortable silence. It is just a silence. You are all too busy enjoying your food and getting lost in your own thoughts to even realise that a silence had risen between the three of you. The silence however soon becomes far too prominent for your own liking. You raise your head to see what has suddenly changed to make it so unbearable, only to realise that everyone else in the dining hall had fallen silent as well.

You look around.

“What’s happening?” you ask quietly, looking at Hoseok and Seokjin.

They are staring at the entrance, eyes darkening. You turn around. That man, Kim Namjoon, is strutting into the hall, with his head held high and his eyes scanning the room. Min Yoongi, that prick, follows him, frown on his face and hands hidden in the pockets of his leather pants. Another person follows, silver hair and black leather jacket over a turtleneck.

“That’s the rest of the Alpha dirt”, Hoseok explains, “Park Jimin and-“

The last of the four men enters the hall. Dark hair, which was styled out of a terribly handsome face and a long black coat, which moves with every big step he takes.

“-Kim Taehyung.”

Only now do you realise that everyone else in the dining hall is staring at them too. You swallow, not knowing why you felt the need to, and look back at them. They look so intimidating in their dark clothes and with their piercing eyes scanning the crowd. As if they were someone special. At least everyone else in this hall seems to agree on that, judging by their honest adoration.

“They think they’re so much better than the rest of us”, Hoseok growls, distance lacing his voice, “it’s said that they’re all of royal descent. That’s why they walk around as if they owned the place.”

“Royal descent?” you ask, watching as Kim Namjoon smiles at a few girls, which had run up to them just this moment. They are chatting with them excitedly, big sparkly eyes glued to their faces.

“Yeah, royal descent. As if some royal blood means something in this century”, Hoseok says.

You watch as two girls try to chat up Min Yoongi. He lets his eyes flit between their faces, outlines the inside of his cheek with his tongue and scoffs. He presses himself past them, all to their disappointment, and struts to the line. You click your tongue in distaste at his behaviour. He must be a blast at parties.

“It does kind of seem that it means something to those girls”, you mumble, watching how the silver haired man, you learned to be Jimin, drapes his arm over the shoulders of two girls, “or anyone else here.”

Hoseok and Seokjin let their eyes travel over the gawking crowd. Annoyance washes over their features.

“That’s because ninety percent of this godforsaken university is obsessed with status”, Seokjin says, poking his fork in his rare steak repeatedly.

“Tell me something new about society in general”, you murmur.

Seokjin agrees with a scoff.

“You said it”, Hoseok agrees.

Namjoon and Jimin continue their way to the line with their new conversation partner. The dark haired man with the intense eyebrows, you learned to be Kim Taehyung, stays back for a moment, letting his eyes travel over the crowd.

“Okay but they are like hella handsome”, you say more to yourself than anyone else.

Taehyung's eyes travel over your face, stop and then flit back. Your heart instantly starts racing, your stomach tingling. Oh dear lord, he is looking at you, studying your features. He smirks and gives you a nod of his head. Oh dear christ, look at that smile.

“Hey”, Hoseok snaps his fingers in front of your face, ripping you out of your trance.

“W-what?” you stutter, looking back at them.

“You were gawking”, he explains with his eyebrow cocked up.

“Was I?” you sneak a glance back at Taehyung. He has joined his friends by now, chatting to Yoongi passionately. You look back at Hoseok and Seokjin, “I wasn’t.”

“Yeah you were.”

“I wouldn’t try your luck with Kim Taehyung”, Seokjin says, “he is bad news.”

“Bad news?”

“Him and Jimin have this weird relationship going on. They are kinda a couple but also kinda not and they regularly take other people home with them”, Hoseok explains.

“Oh really?” you look at the two men. Jimin has his arm around Taehyung's waist, the latter is still chatting with Yoongi.

“So forget it. You’re better off single than getting it on with any of them.”

“I mean they are kinda cute”, you mumble, earning yourself a glance from Seokjin.

“Seriously not worth it, I mean it”, he says before he takes a big bite of his steak.

“Yeah seriously”, Hoseok scoffs, “you are far better off with us.”

Seokjin face palms himself at that.

“Dear lord, give me strength”, he mumbles under his breath and it makes you snort.

“So modest”, you tease.

“He is always like this. Seriously just ignore him”, Seokjin says, earning himself a hard slap on the arm by Hoseok.

“Stop bullying me”, he whines, pouting deeply.

You would have continued watching their banter if the four men of Alpha hadn’t called your attention. Namjoon leads with his head held high, Yoongi follows with his head lowered. Jimin is next, having his hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans as he lets the last of them, Taehyung, carry his tray of food. They pass by your table.

“Hello there ___”, Namjoon greets you, stopping in his steps.

Yoongi stops behind him, dark eyes landing on you. His jaw clenches tightly.

“Uhm hey”, you answer him.

Your eyes flit to Jimin, who had stopped behind Hoseok and Seokjin. His hands are propped up on the backrest of their chairs. He leans down, dark smirk on his lips as his eyes are glued to you. You must be close to ovulation because holy shit his gaze makes your stomach feel all tingly and warm. You halt and cringe internally. Why did you just think this? What the hell?

“You two”, he says, looking between Hoseok and Seokjin , “have you found a new friend? How adorable”, he coos, eyes lowering and tongue darting out to lick over his lips seductively. Okay have you started your period? Why the hell are you so wet all of a sudden? This feels so wrong to even think about.

“Will you let go of my chair Park Jimin?” Seokjin snarls back, whipping around to send the latter an angry look.

Jimin cackles and lets go of Seokjin's chair, raising his hand in defence.

“Relax Kim Seokjin. No need to become all violent with me”, he coos, eyes flitting over to you again, “we don’t want to scare your new friend away, do we?”

Seokjin sneaks a glance your way.

“Seriously dude, chill it”, Hoseok murmurs.

That was weird. You clear your throat and look up at the dark shadow, which had appeared on your left side. You lock eyes with Kim Taehyung, he wears a deadpan expression, cocking his eyebrow up. Holy shit up close he is even more handsome than from far away. Your heart is literally racing in your chest just from how beautiful he is.

“Uh hey”, you say shyly, raising your hand to give him a wave.

“Hello”, he answers you, voice smooth and deep.

He looks at his friends.

“How much time do we have to waste still?” he asks them.

“Kim Taehyung is right. Let’s just go, I'm hungry”, Yoongi agrees with a grumble.

Jimin straightens up, placing his hands on Seokjin's and Hoseok's shoulders. Seokjin hisses at the contact, flinching away.

“Alright then, let’s go. It reeks of dumpster here anyways”, Jimin says, snickering afterwards.

Seokjin snaps up, almost knocking the chair over.

“You want to go?”

Jimin laughs, raising his hands in defence.

“Hey, hey no need to get all violent here”, he laughs again, “I am already leaving.”

“Good I hope are”, Seokjin spits.

Jimin snickers, turning to his friends.

“Pathetic isn’t he?” he says, pointing over his shoulder at Seokjin.

“Come on dude, it hasn’t been funny since ten minutes ago”, Taehyung grumbles, pressing Jimin's tray in his hands.

“I think it is, you bore”, Jimin spits back, pushing at Taehyung's back to get him to move, “come on move, will you?”

He stumbles slightly, hissing in distaste.

“Christ will you let off of me, you are….” his voice is drowning out in the chatter of the dining hall as they walk further and further away from your table.

“Please excuse Park Jimin's behaviour, he has been in a crappy mood the entire week”, Namjoon says.

“Whatever, just scurry off”, Seokjin growls.

Namjoon looks at Yoongi, who seems as uninterested in the conversation as one could get. When he doesn’t get an answer from him, Namjoon looks back at you and shrugs his shoulders.

“Very well, have a fine day friends”, he says, strutting off afterwards.

Yoongi stops in front of you before he leaves, staring at you through his black bangs.

“You should choose different friends before it’s too late”, he says, his voice resembles that of a deep grumble.

“Excuse me?” you gasp.

“Min Yoongi!” Namjoon calls out for his friend before the latter can answer.

He simply clicks his tongue and looks away, strutting over to Namjoon in big steps. You watch them until they had sat down by the table, Jimin and Taehyung chose. Just one more second of lingering and then your eyes are on Seokjin and Hoseok.

“What the fuck just happened?” you ask.

Seokjin is still standing, jaw clenched and hands balled into fists. He sneaks a glance your way, huffs out air and stomps off. It only adds to the total confusion you are feeling.

“Uhm?”

Hoseok, who is clearly embarrassed by the whole situation, sends you an apologetic smile.

“I’m really sorry you just had to witness that.”

You study him. Should you follow the warning that Min Yoongi told you? It is not too late to get up and leave. The university is big enough for you to find new people to hang out with.

“I promise you Seokjin isn’t normally like this. It is just that him and Park Jimin have history together”, Hoseok explains.

You cock your right eyebrow up, telling him to enlighten you.

Hoseok laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“I shouldn’t even talk about this, because it’s not my story to tell”, he mumbles before he sighs, “but fine I’ll tell you.”

He doesn’t talk afterwards, staring at you over the brim of his green lensed glasses.

“So? Are you going to tell me or not?” you ask, voice carrying a certain distance to it.

“Urgh okay”, he groans, “I was kinda hoping you’d tell me that you didn’t need to know”, he brushes his hair out of his face and sighs, “Park Jimin may or may not have stolen Seokjin's long term girlfriend from him to only then dump her after two months because he found someone else's girlfriend to steal.”

Your eyes widen.

“Well geez”, you look over your shoulder at Jimin.

The silver haired man is currently throwing his head back in laughter, having a deathly grip on Taehyung's neck. The latter doesn’t seem amused at all, sending death glares his friend's way.

You look back at Hoseok.

“No wonder Seokjin reacted like that. What the hell? I’d have kicked his shin if I was him” you scoff, “and then he has the audacity to call Seokjin a dumpster? He is the dumpster here.”

Hoseok snorts, shoulders relaxing.

“I have never heard truer words”, he says, grinning.

You feel more at ease than five minutes ago. The whole display of testosterone was still totally unnecessary in your eyes, but at least Seokjin seemed to have a good reason for it.

“I guess I kind of know now, what you meant with ‘it’s not worth it’. It totally isn’t”, you say.

“Yeah totally. They’re the biggest snobs, seriously you’re better off without them in your life”, Hoseok agrees.

You look over your shoulder one last time, eyes lingering on Kim Taehyung.

“I guess yeah”, you murmur.

Taehyung's eyes flit up, locking with yours. He smiles softly, chewing his food as he does.

Your heart flutters in surprise of getting caught staring. Clearing your throat awkwardly, you turn around and start poking your fork into your potatoes.

What a weird day you are having.

It is the end of the week, Thursday to be correct, when you meet Seokjin and Hoseok again. They ran up to you in the halls and started chatting with you. It was mostly small talk about which classes you still have to attend or if you even have to attend any classes at all.

“No, I still have one class today. Acting, I’m already so excited”, you tell them, shouldering your backbag.

“Acting? How wonderful. I had mine earlier today”, Seokjin says.

“Yeah? Did it go well?”

“Of course it did. I was asked to read Orpheus. The professor told me that I have the perfect voice for him.”

“Wow, that's cool. I’m happy for you.”

Hoseok, who had listened to your conversation, rolls his eyes.

“You are both boring. You know what I have later?”

“No, what? Tell us Mister-I-am-cooler-than-you”, Seokjin retorts, with distaste lacing his voice.

“A class in hacky sack! Isn’t that funky?” Hoseok exclaims excitedly.

“Yes, immensely”, Seokjin says, sarcasm lacing his voice.

“I know right?” Hoseok agrees, totally oblivious to his sarcasm.

You chuckle, stopping in the doorframe of the classroom.

“Either way. I am here, so see you later”, you tell them.

“Wait!” Seokjin stops you from disappearing into the class, “do you want to get dinner with us after class? I know a nice pizza place you would most definitely like” he suggests.

“Sure, dinner sounds nice. Let’s meet by the fountain in the foyer”, you say.

“Sounds funky, we’ll be there”, Hoseok says, nudging your arm gently, “have fun in your stupid acting class”, he teases.

“Hey!” you call after them but they are already hurrying down the corridor, bickering like an old married couple, “hacky sack class isn’t that much better!”

The classroom is already filled with excited chatter when you enter. They all seem to know each other so well, talking and laughing with each other without giving you a second of attention. You don’t blame them, they had an entire semester to get to know each other. And you are nothing but a mere stranger.

“Hello”, you call out shyly, making a few of them raise their heads.

“Hey”, they greet you with a smile but go back to their conversations afterwards.

You huff out air in frustration, kicking an imaginary stone. That went splendidly. You turn away from the crowd, eyes falling on a dark haired man sitting on a chair in the dark corner of the room where the coat hangers are. You know him. He is one of the Alpha guys. You could say hello to him. Shouldering your bag, you make your way over to him.

“Good evening”, you greet him loudly, making him raise his head.

He straightens up, untangling his legs and closing the book he had been reading.

“Good evening”, he says, fixing his tie. His voice sounds like chocolate, dark and sultry.

“You’re Kim Taehyung, aren’t you?” you ask, slipping out of your coat and hanging it on the last empty hanger.

“Uhm”, he clears his throat, “yes? How do you know my name?”

“I saw you on my first day here in the dining hall, uhm with your boyfriend. Park Jumin? Was that his name?”

“It is Park Jimin and he isn’t my boyfriend, we just grew up together”, he says, quirking an eyebrow at you, “if you would excuse me, but you’re quite weird, I think I’m going to excuse myself to the front of the class now”, he says (rightfully so because you acted like a total creep right now) and stands up.

“Wait, I apologize, I wasn’t stalking you, Hoseok and Seokjin told me who you guys are. I’m the girl you had eye contact with and I don’t know anyone here so I thought I’d chat you up”, you say, stumbling after him.

He sends you a weary look from the corners of his eyes. He clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck.

“That was you…”, he mumbles, seemingly zoning out. 

“What?” you ask.

He blinks and averts his gaze to you.

“You shouldn’t listen to them”, he turns to you with a shy grin on his face, “they want us to be together, which is kind of weird given how we are real people and not characters in a movie, but that’s SeokSeok for you.”

“SeokSeok?” you ask with a cock of your eyebrows.

“That is what I call them. Although morons would be a better title for them”, he jokes and sends you a playful grin. He seems so much more relaxed now that his friends, Park Jimin to be more specific, weren’t constantly breathing down his neck.

You laugh, agreeing with a small nod of your head.

“What’s your name by the way? Given how you know mine already, I think it is only fair I know yours too”, Taehyung says, sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed.

You sit down next to him, mirroring his position.

“I guess it is”, you laugh, “I’m ___, nice to meet you.”

Taehyung repeats your name, resting his chin on top of his knee. His eyelids close just enough for him to look at you with hooded, playful eyes.

“What a lovely name”, he rasps, smirking lazily.

You blink. Only realizing now that your body had magically drawn closer to him and that you were actually drooling. You lick over your lips and look away, cheeks heating up. What the hell is your problem? You can’t just drool over a stranger like that, in front of him on top of that.

“Sorry, uhm”, you murmur.

“It is quite alright”, he assures you, giving you a simple nod of his head and a smile so lethal, it sends your insides into a total frenzy. So that is what Seokjin meant with “Kim Taehyung is one dangerous man”, because he totally is. The man talks with you for two minutes and you are crushing over his gorgeous face.

But before you can fall into your embarrassment even further, the professor enters the classroom.

“Good evening class!” he blurts out and closes the book he had been carrying, loudly. “Shakespeare!” he yells, voice bouncing off the walls.

You startle, making Taehyung chuckle beside you.

“William Shakespeare! A British genius!” the professor keeps on yelling and jumps onto the stage. Where the hell did that spotlight come from all of a sudden? The professor lets out an animalistic screech and throws the book onto the ground.

“Shakespeareeeeee!”

Why is nobody laughing? You basically have to press your hand over your mouth to keep quiet.

“As you can see”, Taehyung has leaned in to whisper into your ear, “we will be talking about Shakespeare tonight.”

At that you finally crack, letting out a loud laugh like a total crazy person. The professor stops yelling and stares at you, breathing heavily.

“You!” he points at you, making you swallow in panic, “you are the new girl ___”, he smiles and bows deeply at you, “good evening my lady. My name is William Bumblesbee and I will be your acting professor. Everyone please welcome our new family member accordingly.”

Suddenly everyone screeches your name just as the professor did with Shakespeares. You are left blinking in confusion, cheeks beet red. Taehyung smiles as he keeps on yelling your name, teasing sparkle in his beautiful eyes almost too much to handle.

“Silence!” the professor yells and just like that the class falls quiet. He takes a deep breath and claps twice.

“Perfect, now that everyone is welcomed accordingly. Let us begin with the lecture. Today we are going to talk about Shakespeare. As a matter of fact, we are going to talk about his most famous work”, he pauses dramatically and falls to his knees, “Romeo and Juliet”, he wails, pressing the back of his hand against his forehead dramatically.

“I heard he wrote it for a secret lover”, one of the other students blurts out.

At that the professor nods and hums deeply.

“Ah, yes, yes the good old rumour that Shakespeare had in fact a male lover. Many believe it, many say it is a silly rumour. Well I?” he pauses dramatically and jumps off the stage.

He sits down at a big enough spot in the circle and fixes his purple silk scarf.

“I personally think everyone is allowed to eat what they want. The man was a genius, of course he needed some protein to keep himself strong.”

At that, cackling and giggling runs through the room. Faces get hidden behind hands, heads get shaken in disbelief. You yourself are snorting in amusement. You could get used to this professor. 

The professor keeps talking, but your attention falls to Taehyung leaning over to you instead.

“I know that the rumour is true”, he whispers into your ear.

You crane your neck, trying not to stare at his lips. Given how close he is to your face, it is basically impossible.

“What?” you chuckle out of nervousness, “how, how do you know it’s true?”

Taehyung shrugs his shoulders and smirks.

“Let’s just say I have my trusty sources”, he says and straightens back up again to pay attention to the lecture instead.  

It leaves you wondering what he meant with that. You study his face. He seemed so sure that the rumour was true. But before you can ask him a screech calls your attention. Professor Bumblesbee, oh what a hilarious character of a man.

The rest of the lesson is just as amusing as the beginning. Every so often the professor falls into impromptu acting, yelling or sobbing a line which wasn’t even meant to be yelled or sobbed. Your abdominal muscles are hurting jolly good once that bell rings and the professor says his goodbyes by letting out one manly growl and then running out of the door.

“I feel I just witnessed a man high on three different drugs”, you say and accept the hand Taehyung offers you to help you stand up. He has really warm hands, like really warm.

“It is quite amusing isn’t it?” he grins, walking next to you to the coat hangers.

“Oh most definitely. I have to be honest with you, I was a little nervous that I wouldn’t fit into acting but with a teacher like that, I just want to randomly let out a loud roar of dramatic passion.”

Taehyung scoffs and chuckles, closing the middle button of his perfectly tailored trench coat.

“Why don’t you?” he teases and reaches for your coat, “let me help.”

“Oh”, and just like that your heart is racing again, “thank you, wow”, you giggle, “that’s nice.”

This is the first time someone is helping you put on a jacket. You feel so special. Taehyung sends you a flirty smile, stroking his hands down your shoulders to fix the creases in the material.

“Don’t mention it”, he says, voice chocolaty sweet.

You can’t even look at him by now, in fear that he might see your pink cheeks. Taehyung takes a step back, keeping his hands folded behind his back.

“Not to overstep my boundaries here, but may I walk with you in the hallway?” he asks.

“Walk with me?” your voice actually cracked as if you were a hormonal little teenager.

“Only if you allow me, I completely understand if you are busy.”

“Oh, no it’s fine. You can walk with me”, you say, shouldering your bag as you study his face. This is the first time anyone has ever asked for permission to walk with you.

“Splendid”, Taehyung grins and twists around so he is facing the same direction as you. He keeps his hands behind his back as you and him leave the classroom and wander down the dimly lit hallway. It is already dark outside and the once buzzing building has quieted down for the day. You raise your head, counting the joists on the faraway ceiling. Taehyung sneaks a glance your way.

“So, how have you been accommodating here? Are you liking the facility?” he asks.

“As of now I do. I still can’t get used to how beautiful all of this is”, you say, letting your eyes linger on an ancient looking painting of some random monarch.

“Ah yes, I agree”, he says and stops in front of a painting, “that feeling won’t go away, I can promise you that.”

You take a spot next to him and gaze up at the painting of three beautiful women running in a green garden. Their white dresses are dancing in the breeze and their golden manes are reflecting the light.

“Have you been here for long?”

“No”, Taehyung shakes his head, “I started here last semester.”

“What’s your major?”

“Believe it or not, Arts.”

“Yeah, that’s really hard to believe”, you say sarcastically, letting your eyes travel up and down his body.

He looks to the side, pulling at his tie nervously.

“You basically look like an artist. A painter or a photographer or maybe both”, you say.

Taehyung lowers his eyes and smiles.

“Well, thank you. That is what I’m aiming for with my fashion”, your eyes meet, his smile growing, “I appreciate the compliment.”

You blink. Oh my god, your body drew closer to him again and there is so much saliva in your mouth you actually have to swallow. What is wrong with you today? The first time may have been an accident, but this right now was unacceptable.

Taehyung smirks lazily, quirking an eyebrow up. He noticed. How wonderful.

“Shall we walk some more?” his voice became even more sultry than before. He steps away from the painting and extends his arm out to point down the hallway.

“S-sure”, your voice comes out croaky, making you clear your throat awkwardly.

You and him share a moment of silence. Taehyung keeps his hands behind his back, his steps are barely audible on the marble floor whilst yours sound like gunshots in the silence. How is he walking that quietly? Is it the shoes he is wearing? Elegant lacquer dress shoes, black, perfectly polished and fitted exactly to his feet. Your eyes travel up the length of his legs. His grey tweed pants seem personally fitted as well, stretching at the perfect spots while cocooning the rest in mystery. And that trench coat, it looks hand stitched and even the gold buttons on it look carved by hand. He couldn’t even deny that he was of royal descent.

Taehyung turns his head, playful sparkle glimmering in his dark brown eyes. He sends you a flirty grin, eyes gazing so deeply into yours you feel yourself stumbling.

“What are your plans for the evening? Can I interest you in a little sightseeing tour around town and then a fine dinner at my favourite restaurant?” he asks, well rasps would be a better word.

“Uhm, I”, you cough, realizing how much closer you had gotten to him again, “I actually promised Hoseok and Seokjin dinner”, you murmur sadly. What? Why the hell did you sound so sad right now? And why does your heart feel so heavy in your chest? Kim Taehyung really is one dangerous man.

“Oh have you now?” he raises both of his eyebrows at that and clicks his tongue, “well, that is indeed a predicament.”

He shifts his gaze to the front and nods his head slowly. He fixes his already perfect hair to make it an even more perfect perfection.

“I have a new proposal then”, he looks back at you, lowering his eyes playfully, “how does next week sound? We can take my car to town so we don’t have to walk that far. I will show you the most beautiful spots and of course I will pay for your meal as well. Would that be something you could agree to?”

“Yes!” you blurt out without hesitation, cursing your tongue for acting so quickly, “I mean, uhm yeah, that sounds doable”, you murmur, practically having to force your legs to take a step away from him.

“Splendid”, he exclaims and claps into his hands, “it is arranged then”, he sends you a sweet smile.

You giggle, having to hide your mouth behind your hand. If your heart doesn’t stop racing you will literally die of a heart attack.

You and him stop at the main entrance of the building, facing each other.

“This is where I need to go. Unless you want me to accompany you to where you are meeting with SeokSeok. It is terribly dark outside already, I don’t want you to fright.”

“You’re such a gentleman”, you murmur and cackle like an idiot, dismissing him with a gentle slap to his chest.

Taehyung looks at where your hand touches his chest, raising his head afterwards to smirk at you in amusement. You gasp, eyes growing big as you pull your hand away, hiding it behind your back.

“I apologize. I, I don’t k-know what’s wrong with me t-tonight”, you stutter, eyes glued to the floor.

Taehyung chuckles, his voice sounding like honey to your ears.

“That is quite alright. I will act as if nothing ever happened”, he assures you.

Your eyes meet again. This time around you can actually feel your body drawing closer to his.

“You, uhm”, you clear your throat, fighting against your own urges, “you don’t need to walk with me. I just need to cross the corner and get to the fountain by the foyer.”

“Ah yes, it is indeed a wonderful fountain”, Taehyung nods in content, “however I wouldn’t mind.”

“No it’s really”, you have to swallow down the unnaturally big amount of spit in your mouth, “really alright. Yeah.”

“Well, then”, he takes a step back and pulls his arms from behind his back, “have a lovely evening ___”, he says your name with such seduction in his voice you can actually feel your knees buckle.

He bows deeply with his right arm pressed to his chest. It makes you giggle again, even if you didn’t want to.

“Thanks, you too”, your voice actually comes out squeaky.

Taehyung straightens up, smile showing off his perfectly straight teeth.

“Until next week. I will count the days”, he says and then he winks at you. He winks at you and it brings you close to fainting.

“Me too”, you choke out, voice terribly dry.

“Very well, goodnight ___”, he rasps and then he turns his back to you and opens the door to the outside.

You watch him strut down the stairs, almost pressing your hands to the glass in desperation. He takes three steps over the gravel path when he looks over his shoulder, eyes instantly connecting with yours. He raises his arm and waves, your body follows without resistance, waving back at him. Then he turns around again, strutting down the path until the night swallows him.

You feel your muscles relax, the funny feeling on your heart disappears and you can suddenly breathe again.

“What the?” you gasp, stumbling back at how light you feel all of a sudden. What is wrong with you tonight? First you thirst over a man you have just met and now your muscles go weak with no reason at all. Seokjin told you that Kim Taehyung was dangerous, but damn that man had you in a complete spell.

You straighten up, fixing your coat. This was so weird and inappropriate. But hot damn. He has to be the most gorgeous man on campus and so polite too. There it goes again, that funny feeling in your chest. With a grin on your lips you skip down the remaining hallway and cross the corner. You can already spot Hoseok and Seokjin waiting for you at the fountain, looking at their watches nervously.

“Guys!” you call out, making them raise their heads.

“There you are!” Hoseok calls out and jogs up to you, “we were worried for you.”

“Yeah”, Seokjin appears by your side, “we thought something happened to you.”

“I’m fine, I just kind of got caught up with chatting up Taehyung. You guys”, you nudge Hoseoks chest, “you didn’t even tell me how sweet he is.”

Hoseok and Seokjin exchange a look, confusion written on their features.

“I mean I wouldn’t call it sweet. He is a total snake”, Seokjin murmurs.

“Yeah, that dude’s bad business believe us”, Hoseok says and grabs you by your arm, “did he touch you?”

“What? No, of course not. He was a total gentleman”, you say, stumbling after him as he drags you to the entrance. Seokjin follows close by, swerving right behind you with his eyes looking left and right as if he was ready for an attack any second.

“Of course he was, typical Taehyung”, Hoseok scoffs, shifting his eyes to Seokjin.

The latter agrees with a low hum and places his hands on your shoulders.

“You know what? I just remembered the pizza place we wanted to go to is closed on Thursdays. How about we finally show you our dorm and eat pizza there?” he suggests happily.

“You guys are acting weird. I don’t like it”, you say, studying their faces with furrowed brows.

“We’re not weird. We just don’t like you talking to Taehyung”, Hoseok says, opening the door for you and Seokjin to walk through.

“What? Excuse me? You’ve known me for like five days, I don’t like being bossed around like that”, you say, shaking Seokjin's hands off.

You stomp off, wanting to get some distance between you and them. They are acting really weird and you don’t like it. They are nice of course they are, but if they turn out to be one of those possessive dudes you are gone. So far gone.

“Sorry”, Hoseok is by your side, even if seconds ago he was still by the entrance.

You startle, jumping slightly.

“What the? How the?” you look at him, startling again when you suddenly feel Seokjin's presence behind you.

“I do track racing. It’s great for speed”, Hoseok says.

“Yeah and I regularly take a run, I hate it, but at least it makes me fast as lighting”, Seokjin explains.

“O-Okay?” you blink, looking between them in confusion.

“So what do you say? Pizza at our place? We can tell you why we don’t want you to talk to Taehyung there”, Hoseok suggests, scratching his neck nervously.

“Bear in mind it is frozen pizza, so we can’t guarantee a great taste”, Seokjin says, making you scoff. You chuckle and shake your head, taking a deep breath afterwards.

“Fine, I’ll give you guys another chance, but only because I’m hungry as fuck.”

“Good, that’s what we like to hear cause us too dude”, Hoseok says, throwing his arm around your shoulder again. 

"Don't do that. I can walk on my own", you whine, wiggling in his grasp. 

Their dorm is located a ten minute walk away from the university. An ancient looking building, Victorian if you have your architecture facts straight. It isn’t particularly wide, but what it lacks in width it makes up for in height. You are counting four floors, excluding the ground floor. In one of the windows, the one in the fifth and last floor, light shines through purple coloured glasses.

“Oh Kook’s already home?” Seokjin gasps, stopping at the walkway. He stops you as well with a gentle grip to your arm.

“Did that brat skip classes again?” Hoseok says, exchanging a look with Seokjin.

You have no idea what that look is supposed to mean, but to them it seems important. Another look gets exchanged then both of them hum in content and nod their heads.

“That’s settled then”, Hoseok says and skips up the four stairs leading to their front door.

“What’s settled?” you ask them, stumbling as Seokjin pushes you up the stairs gently.

“Nothing really. It’s fine”, Hoseok murmurs, paying you no mind as he unlocks the door.

The smell of aftershave greets you instantly. It is not the bad kind of smell, but the one that would make you look twice if someone with that scent was walking past you.

“Jungkook! We’re home! Did you take the trash out like I asked?” Seokjin calls up the staircase, but no answer comes.

“He probably has his headphones on”, Hoseok states and shrugs himself off his black jeans jacket.

“Probably”, Seokjin agrees, wiggling out of his shoes and looking at you, “we have a no shoes rule.”

“Of course, understandable”, you say and instantly take off your shoes.

Seokjin is nice enough to accept your coat and while he is busy hanging it up at the wardrobe, Hoseok stores your backbag next to theirs.

“So ___ what can we offer you?” Hoseok asks, walking facing you and with his back facing the hallway. Somehow he doesn’t bump into anything, despite the many antiques standing around.

“Water would be nice”, you murmur, busy with inspecting everything.

Their interior is really dark. Black wood and dark purple wallpapers. It should be constricting and yet it makes you feel really at home.

“Water”, Hoseok scoffs, “that’s boring. How about a glass of red wine instead?”

“Well, if you’re offering like that, I won’t say no”, you chuckle.

You reach the kitchen. Pastel green wood with white marble counters, it seems old. They only switched out the oven for a new one, everything else seems to be just as the past wanted it. There is also this big freezer in the right corner of the kitchen, almost hidden behind a shelf of cook books. But you can hear it purr quietly.

“Hyung can you get the wine?” Hoseoks asks as he is busy with polishing three diamond cut glasses.

“Sure, the 1860 or the 1940 one?”

“It’s a special occasion, let’s get the 1860 one.”

“On it”, and like that Seokjin struts to a dark door, which most likely leads to the wine cellar. He opens it, flicks the light switch on and then disappears down the stairs with a happy whistle on his lips.

You join Hoseok by the counter, leaning against it.

“Your house is really cool. It’s so old and antique. I love houses like that”, you say.

“Thanks, we bought it two years ago and kept it just as it is. We kinda think it’s really funky like that.”

“You guys purchased the house?” you gasp, eyes growing big.

Hoseok's cheeks heat up.

“Don’t tell anyone but uhm”, he looks to the side, “my parents are kinda rich.”

“Ah I get it, you’re a rich kid”, you roll your eyes at him, “did mommy call you darling boy and is daddy always putting his hand really firmly onto your shoulder and grunts a deep ‘son’ when he greets you?” you tease, earning yourself a gentle slap to the stomach with the kitchen towel.

“You’re so funny”, Hoseok scoffs, “hey hyung! Get the 1940 one instead, ___ is being mean!” he calls out and Seokjin actually answers him with a quiet “yeah!”

“I was only joking”, you gasp, “gosh so dramatic.”

Hoseok snickers and grins, turning back to the kitchen counter to continue polishing the glasses.

“Hey, should I get the pizzas ready?” you suggest.

“Sure, that’d be funky”, Hoseok answers mindlessly, nodding his head.

You abandon Hoseok by the kitchen counter to strut over to the freezer. You have your fingers already wrapped around the handle when Hoseok yells behind you.

“Don’t open this!”

You flinch back, whipping around quickly.

Seokjin is here too. What? He wasn’t here a second ago. How did he run up the stairs so quickly? They look distressed, both of them.

“What?”

“Don’t open this”, Seokjin is the first to act, closing the distance between you and him to shove you away from the freezer.

“Uhm, what?” 

This is so weird and actually really creepy.

“This is our Kimchi refrigerator and we try to keep it closed as much as possible. Unless you want to be greeted by the most intense smelling fart ever”, Seokjin explains.

“Why don’t you just keep it in the cellar then?” you ask.

“We could actually do that”, Hoseok murmurs, sending Seokjin one of those looks again, “I gotta tell Kook to do it later.”

“Yes we have to tell Kook later”, Seokjin agrees absentmindedly and turns his attention to you afterwards, “hey ___ would you mind waiting in the living room?”

“Uhm…” you let your eyes flit between their faces, “…sure?”

“Nice, just down the hallway. It’s the first door on the left, the one next to the entrance”, he says and pushes you out the kitchen.

You look over your shoulder, watching Hoseok and Seokjin have a very heated conversation. They are whispering so you can’t hear them. They look over their shoulders, eyes meeting yours.

“We’ll be with you shortly”, Seokjin sends you a sweet smile and gestures you to start walking.

You look away and start walking, digging your nails into your palms in nervousness. They acted so weirdly right now. Why are they keeping their Kimchi in a freezer? Why were you not allowed to open it? And how did Seokjin get up the stairs so quickly?

You get your phone from your bag before you enter their living room. No new messages, no missed calls, not even your SNS is showing new notifications. Understandable, you literally have no friends and your family doesn’t really talk to you either. If you died here tonight, nobody would really miss you.

Their living room is just as dark as the rest of their house. There is fire crackling in a black marble fireplace, warming the air nicely. There are three armchairs circling a round mahogany table and one two seater, its back is facing the tall window. You decide to sit down there, pulling your legs up to your body and unlocking your phone. You will post one story on your SNS, a picture of a pretty artwork on the wall and with the address under it. Just in case someone would find your body, at least like that maybe someone could connect the dots.

Movement at the door makes your head snap up. You turn to look, coming face to face with an unfamiliar man. Big eyes peek at you from under dark, long curls. Broad shoulders are hidden in a long oversized jumper and his long legs are hidden in black baggy sweats. He is most definitely handsome.

“Hello. You must be Jungkook”, you say, sending him a smile, “I’m ___, nice to meet you.”

“Hi”, is all he says and then he runs away into the direction of the kitchen.

You blink in confusion, tilting your head to the side. Well that was weird. But then, your evening has been filled with peculiar phenomena already. One frat boy running away after seeing you won’t phase you at this point. Maybe he just needed to take a really urgent shit. The thought makes you laugh. Yeah, maybe he actually needed to.

It takes Seokjin and Hoseok another five minutes to finally appear in the living room. Hoseok is carrying a tray of wine glasses, Seokjin follows with a silver bowl of Turkish delight.

“I just met Jungkook”, you say.

“He told us”, Seokjin says and sits down next to you, “he ran off, didn’t he?”

“Yeah”, you say, having to laugh.

“Of course, that brat”, Hoseok murmurs.

“Please excuse the boy, he is really shy around girls”, Seokjin says and reaches for two wine glasses. He takes a sip of both of them, wanting to show you that they didn’t poison it. You really appreciate the gesture.

“There you go. Red wine from 1940 because according to Hoseok you were mean”, Seokjin says, handing you the glass with less wine in it.

“In my defence. If a fellow student tells me, a struggling student, that their rich parents bought your frat house I just have to tease him for it”, you say, sending Hoseok a playful grin.

He scoffs and chuckles deeply, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re such a brat. I can already see you and Kook are gonna be great friends”, he says and as if he heard his name, the dark haired man appears in the doorframe.

His eyes land on you for the briefest of moments before they flick to Seokjin.

“H-hyung? I-“, he looks back at you, swallowing nervously.

“Speak Kook, she won’t bite.”

“Unless you want me to”, you joke, which makes Hoseok almost choke on his wine as he starts wheezing in amusement.

Jungkook however turns as red as a tomato, fingers starting to fumble with the sleeves of his sweater.

“N-no s-sorry. Uh, s-sorry”, he stutters, lowering his head and then he runs off again. Up the stairs with heavy steps until you can hear his door fall closed loudly.

“Oh god, did I just say something wrong?” you gasp, feeling awful about how the poor man reacted to your comment, “should I go apologize to him?”

“No, it’s fine. He’ll get over it. Besides, you don’t want to actually send his heart into a frenzy when you come knocking at his door all alone. A girl in his room, the poor boy would die of a heart attack”, Seokjin says and Hoseok agrees with a chuckle.

“Yeah”, Hoseok says, shaking his head with a fond smile on his lips, “our little Casanova.”

Seokjin scoffs and takes a sip of his wine. Their eyes suddenly both fall on you.

“But don’t worry, give him a few weeks and he’ll be less awkward around you”, Hoseok says and takes a sip of his wine.

“I assume that is the reason why he doesn’t have a girlfriend?”

Hoseok and Seokjin exchange a look. It seems as if your question brought them enlightenment. Funny, it was a simple question.

“Yes!” Hoseok exclaims, “exactly, that is the reason. He is really shy.”

“Aww, I get it. It’s fine, when you see him again tell him that I’m sorry for what I said.”

“We will, thank you for understanding ___”, Seokjin says and gives you a smile.

It is not long and the alarm for the pizza goes off. Seokjin is on his feet in an instant, excusing himself with a quiet “I’ll be back shortly.”

Now it is just you and Hoseok. You give him an awkward smile and look at the artwork afterwards. Hoseok returns your smile, taking a sip of his wine.

“You have a lovely home”, you say, “I’m jealous, mine’s still half empty.”

“Oh? So you weren’t even living in this town before?”

“Nope, I got offered a scholarship here so I moved. My actual home’s like halfway across the world. The only things I brought with me are my artworks and my plants.”

Hoseok chuckles.

“Your plants?”

“Yes, I have like fifty plants in my apartment.”

“Damn, you must have the crispiest oxygen at your place.”

You laugh at that, “I guess so, yeah.”

Seokjin returns with the pizza in his hand. The smell of it entered the room before he did. Creamy cheese and sweet tomatoes with crispy bacon. Oh how wonderful indeed. Seokjin had pre-cut it, so you all would get three pieces.

“You can choose your pieces first”, he offers you and you know that he is doing this to again prove to you that the pizza was safe to eat.

“If that’s so, I won’t say no”, you say and pick out the pieces with the most anchovies on them.

“This is so unfair, I wanted that piece”, Hoseok pouts.

“I was quicker”, you tease, sending him a grin.

Hoseok has the audacity to stick his tongue out at you like a little child. It makes you giggle.

“Sorry”, you tease and bite into the piece with vigour.

Hoseok clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side. He goes to pick the next pieces and Seokjin takes what is left. He eats them with a content grin on his face, seeing you eat fills him with joy.

Hoseok puts more firewood into the fireplace once dinner is over. He pokes it repeatedly with a metal stick, making sure the fire would spread. It crackles oh so soothingly, filling the room with a relaxing warmth. You accept a Turkish delight Seokjin offers you and enjoy it together with your wine.

“So Taehyung”, you begin as your eyes follow Hoseok through the room.

“What about him?” he asks you, sitting down in his armchair.

“You promised me that you would tell me why I shouldn’t hang out with him.”

“Did we?” Hoseok asks, sending Seokjin a suspicious look.

“Yeah you did.”

Their eyes break away, both of them looking at you.

“Kim Taehyung. Yes, yes. Him”, Seokjin murmurs, eyes zoning out.

“Yeah? Him? So? Why should I not hang out with him?”

“Cause he is bad news”, Hoseok states dryly.

“You said that already. Why is he bad news?”

“He-“, Hoseok starts only to be silenced by Seokjin with a raise of his finger.

“Let me.”

Hoseok closes his mouth and clears his throat awkwardly.

“Kim Taehyung is a player. He will act as if you are the most beautiful woman on campus, he’ll draw you in with his charm and manners, he’ll make you stay with his presents and compliments and then-“, Seokjin looks deeply into your eyes, “-when you are sucked dry he will abandon you and look for another victim.”

“Sucked dry”, you snort and chuckle. You sip on your wine and lean back on the sofa, “you make it sound as if he is going to drink my blood or something.”

Hoseok and Seokjin exchange a look, you can see it with your own two eyes.

“Drink your blood?” Hoseok chuckles in nervousness, earning himself a warning click of Seokjin's tongue.

“He’ll most definitely metaphorically suck your blood. That man is on all levels but physical a bloodsucker”, he says calmly.

“Ah okay, I see”, you hum in understanding, “Kim Taehyung is a fuckboy. That’s alright, I can handle fuckboys, believe me all of my short romantic encounters were practically running definitions of fuckboys.”

“But you don’t get it. Kim Taehyung is dangerous. You’ll only end up hurt”, Seokjin insists.

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you for your concern, I’ll keep your warnings in mind.”