#no point in playing cool when your girlfriend is a nerd too

[nico-di-genova]

Jenny getting Jaime his own motorcycle helmet, and Jaime immediately starting to put anime stickers on it. Jenny finds him a pokemon sticker book at the store one time, and buys it for him knowing half of them are going to end up on his helmet. It gets to the point that he runs out of space and starts sticking them on Jenny's. Someone starts making Blue Beetle stickers and selling them online, so now he and Jenny have matching ones.

[daisynik7]

you’re killing me with all this angst!! 😭 any possible unrequited but happy ending with Eren when you have the time and will? Or just anything fluffy really, just to put a dinosaur print bandaid on all the broken hearts 😭

🎶 You've got my heart bursting at the seams, maybe you're the boy of my dreams. 🎶

Title: Dream Boy

Pairing: jock!Eren x shy!reader

Word Count: ~3.5k

cw: unrequited crush, fluff, college au

Summary: You’ve had a crush on Eren Jaeger for a while now. He’s the captain of your university’s swim team who also happens to be a fellow engineering major, like you. For months, you’ve admired from afar, letting yourself daydream about being his girlfriend. But that’s all it is: fantasy. Until one day, when you’re invited to a beach outing with friends, and he happens to be there too. 

Author’s Notes: Thanks for the request, anon! Going with a common trope here, hope you don’t mind! I’ve always been a sucker for popular jock x shy nerd, so I hope you like this one! Also, fair warning, I have never surfed in my life, and I had to do some research on this, so major apologies if I got any of these details wrong, please don’t be mean to me LOL. Title is inspired by the song "Dream Boy" by Beach Bunny! Listen if you want to set the mood right. Divider credit to @/saradika.

With the weather getting warmer and the sun shining brighter, a trip to the beach sounds like the perfect idea to get away. Midterms just ended and finals are fast approaching in a few weeks. This is the only weekend when it makes sense to relax before you have to start the grind once more.  

It’s your roommate, Sasha, who originally plans this little weekend getaway. When you’re not too busy studying, you’re hanging out with her. She’s become your closest friend since you first lived with her freshman year, always friendly and making the effort to include you in all her social affairs, even when you decline so often. Through her, you met Mikasa and Annie, who have been nothing but kind to you, despite having strong personalities. You’re excited to get to know them even better by going on this trip with them.

With Annie’s car packed with all of your belongings, the four of you set out on the hour-long journey. Mikasa offered her parent’s beach house to stay at which works out perfectly for broke college students. Using your meal plans, you collectively purchased enough snacks and beverages to last the next two nights. So far, everything is working out swimmingly. 

You arrive to your destination, stoked to be spending the weekend with the beach as your backyard. Mikasa points out the other car parked in the driveway, groaning. “Oh no. Eren’s here. And he probably brought the rest of the boys.”

Sasha turns to face her. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“That’s his car. And those are their surfboards on the rack. They’re definitely here.”

Your roommate directs her question at you. “Are you okay with this?”

You smile, a little taken aback that you’ll be sharing a home with a few strangers, but fine overall. “Yeah, should be fun. By the way, who’s Eren?”

“Eren Jaeger, my brother.”

Upon hearing his full name, you do your best to swallow the strangled noise in your throat, playing it cool. Eren Jaeger? Captain of the school’s swim team? Fellow engineering student and your classmate for two of your current courses, three last semester? The guy you’ve had the hugest crush on since you first laid eyes on him freshmen year, when you used to live a floor above him? That Eren Jaeger? 

“Oh, cool,” you say, totally not meaning it. Still, you have to keep your composure. Knowing this information has you feeling self-conscious. You didn’t pack your best clothes, under the impression this was just a girl’s trip. And you realize that he might see you in your swimsuit, which you’re horrified about. Internally, you’re freaking out, unprepared for this recent development. You contemplate calling a taxi, faking an illness to avoid any possible embarrassment you’ll display in front of him. Before you can, Sasha drags you into the house, both your bags in hand, announcing your arrival. “Eren! We know you’re in here!”

Mikasa and Annie follow, carrying the rest of the luggage with them, inspecting the house. “Hey, Jaeger. Get out here,” Annie demands.

He strolls in from one of the hallways, hair down, in a white t-shirt and basketball shorts, slides on his feet. Looking as cool and attractive as ever. You hide behind Sasha, cheeks already hot. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks Mikasa, placing a hair tie between his lips, fingers running through his hair to put it up in a ponytail. 

“Carla and Grisha said I could use the house for the weekend. What are you doing here?”

“Brought the boys to surf and chill. I guess I should have asked Mom and Dad first.” He shrugs, unfazed.

Mikasa rolls her eyes. “You should have told me you were coming. I have guests.”

He glances at the rest of you. “So? It’s just Sasha and Annie. What’s the big deal?”

“My roommate’s here too!” Sasha mentions, stepping aside to reveal you. “And it’s weird sharing a house with boys!” 

You give him a small wave, a weak grin on your face. “Hello.”

He steps towards you, squinting as if he’s studying you carefully. “Hey! It’s you!”

You blurt out a confused, “Huh?”

He says your full name, shocking you further, before he continues. “You’re in my class. Physics and Materials Science, right?”

You’re surprised that he recognizes you, that he even knows your name. Up until this point, you were convinced that you were invisible to him. You nod, momentarily speechless when he smiles at you. “I’m sorry for showing up like this. We can leave if you want us to.”

“Yeah, maybe you should,” Annie comments, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Before anyone else can speak, you say, “It’s okay. You don’t have to leave.” If you’re going to grow up and move on from this crush, you can’t chicken out on things like this. And besides, you don’t want to be the one person who ruins all the fun. 

“Are you sure? It’s not a big deal. It’s just an hour drive. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine. The more the merrier, right?”

He grins. “As long as you’re okay with this.”

Mikasa, on the other hand, says, “Well, what if I’m not okay with this.”

“Fine. Then you be the one to kick out Jean. He was really looking forward to surfing today.” At the mention of that name, Mikasa blushes, not responding. The rest of you girls have an idea about Mikasa’s crush on Jean, so it’s not surprising when she doesn’t pester Eren anymore. Even Annie’s eyes light up when Armin comes out of one of the rooms, greeting you. 

After settling in, everyone gathers in the living room, planning what to do next. Collectively, you agree to head outside to relax on the beach while the boys surf. You try to contain your excitement at seeing Eren in a skin-tight body suit, holding onto the giant board, hair tied in a messy bun like a male model for Billabong. 

You lay towels and blankets all around the sand, setting up umbrellas to block out the blistering sun. Annie dumps all the snacks in the middle, while the four of you stretch out comfortably. You hide yourself under a towel, self-conscious about in a bathing suit in front of Eren, who probably doesn’t notice anyways. 

Sasha plays music on her Bluetooth speaker while you and Mikasa open your books, reading. Annie watches a movie on her phone, headphones plugged in. An hour later, Eren comes running up from the shore, dripping with ocean water, hair matted, still gorgeous. He glances at you first, flashing his brilliant smile. “Hey, do you want to try?” He knocks his fist against the surfboard, waiting for your answer.

“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll be good at it. In fact, I think I’ll be very, very bad at it,” you admit.

“It’s okay. I can just show you how to sit on it. We won’t actually ride the big waves. You know how to swim, right?”

You nod, placing your book in your bag. This is too good of an opportunity to pass up, especially since it means quality time with him. However, you can’t help but feel nervous, expecting to make a fool of yourself. Sasha encourages you. “You should go try it! It’ll be fun.”

Mikasa adds, “Yeah, Eren is surprisingly a good teacher.”

Convinced, you stand up, hesitantly letting the towel fall to expose yourself in your swimsuit. You avoid his gaze, too flustered worrying about what he thinks of you. He leads the way to the shore, you following close behind him. The rest of the guys sit on the sand next to their boards, chatting. When they see you, they wave, giving you some motivating thumbs up. 

Eren turns to face you, pausing. “First, you have to attach the leash.” He squats down, hands near your foot, peering up at you. “Do you mind?”

Unaware of what the leash even is, you remain calm, trying to ignore your excitement with him this close to your bare skin. “Go ahead.”

He wraps the Velcro around your ankle, fingers brushing against you delicately. He readjusts it three times, asking on the third, “Is this too tight?”

“No,” you answer, still staring out towards the sea, unable to meet his gaze.

He stands back up to explain the basics of surfing. It’s all too much to retain in a short amount of time, but you listen and appreciate how well he describes each step, memorizing the most important details. 

“We should practice getting on the board first before we enter,” he suggests, placing it flat on the sand, beckoning you to get on it. “Just lay on it, face down, and get used to how it feels against your body.” You get down, pressing your stomach to the deck, gripping to the sides. 

“Good job.” He squats again, level with you. “Once we’re in the water, you’re gonna want to move fast. You have to push the board forward against the force of the waves, then quickly hop on. It might be a little tough, but I know you can do it. The waves are strong, so if you can’t get the timing right, make sure you lift your board up with the peak and hold on tight, so that you don’t get dragged with it.”

You nod, getting increasingly anxious. With the information locked in your brain, you follow Eren into the ocean, board floating steadily on the surface, your hand on the center. He isn’t exaggerating; the waves are intense, even the tiny ones close to shore. Once you are waist deep, Eren, who’s farther away from you now, turns up the volume of his voice louder, cupping one hand around his mouth, the other pointing to the incoming wave. “It’s coming!”

It approaches fast, almost too quickly. Before you know it, the force drags you backwards, falling in. Wet from head to toe now, you resurface, grabbing the board to reposition yourself, grasping both the tail and the deck, remembering his instructions from earlier. 

“Are you okay?” he yells out, concerned.

“Yeah!” you respond, preparing for the next one. With more determination and confidence, you push forward, hopping on successfully when the wave rushes in. 

“Great job!” he exclaims from behind you. Your chest swells with adrenaline and pride. There’s no time to waste as the next wave approaches. The next task is to straddle. You get in a push-up pose, grasping the side rails. It’s not enough though; it slides out from under you, knocking you back, a stream of salty water flushing your nose causing you to choke momentarily. Eren ruses over as fast as he can, waddling in the water, worried. “Are you okay?”

You laugh, an electrifying buzz coursing through your body. “Yeah! Let me try again.”

He smiles brightly, amused by your resolve. “Okay. Hold on really tight and make sure to slide the board slightly forward as you sit up.”

It takes you a couple more tries, salt water now burning your nose and throat, until you finally manage to straddle the board. You raise your fists in the air, turning your neck to face him. “I did it!”

Beaming, mimicking your celebratory gesture, he happily yells, “You did!” When the waves come, you and the board flow with it, bobbing up and down on the water. After minutes of struggling, covered in sweat, dripping with ocean water, you finally feel at peace. You enjoy riding a few more waves, dehydration slowly sinking in, surely from all the salt you’ve unintentionally swallowed. You glance at Eren, who’s watching you from a short distance away. “I think I’m good for the day! I need some water.”

He walks over, standing next to you. “Oh yeah, definitely. Great job, by the way. That was awesome seeing you like that.” He pats you gently on your knee, grinning. 

You giggle. “Thank you. So, uh, how do I get off this thing?”

“Well, this is going to the last thing I teach you, okay? You’re going to paddle out and towards the shore. Think you can do it?”

With whatever leftover determination you have, you nod, leaning your chest down to the board. He helps you readjust yourself so that you’re facing the sands. “The wave is coming! Get ready to paddle!”

Like a dog trying to swim, you flail your arms as if your life depends on it, successfully riding the wave until it comes to a stop on the shore. Armin, Connie, and Jean, witnessing this still sat in the same spot, cheer. When you stand up, your equilibrium is all off, losing balance. Luckily, Eren runs up to catch you, steadying you. “That was awesome. You did so good!”

Catching your breath, tired from all the physical exertion and adrenaline, you breathe out, “Thank you,” giving him a weak smile. The two of you walk to the rest of your friends, Eren’s hand on your back, in case you lose balance again. As you approach the girls, they applaud, beaming with joy. 

“That was epic!” Sasha exclaims, handing you a water bottle. 

Suddenly, he’s gripping your shoulders, squeezing affectionately. “She’s the best. Never gave up, totally committed.” He turns his head to look at you, voice lower, speaking directly to you. “You were really great out there. I mean it. I never doubted you for a second. You’re the smartest person in class, so I knew this would be a piece of cake for you.”  

His last statement almost leaves you speechless. Voice trembling from exhaustion and his kind words, you reply, “Thank you. You’re a really great teacher.”

He gazes at you, seemingly forever, sliding his hands down to your elbows, lingering for just a moment longer until he lets you go. Clearing his throat, he announces, “I’m going to catch a few more waves with the guys. I’ll see y’all later.” Is it your imagination or is there a slight blush on his cheeks? It’s most likely from the sun, so you disregard it, not wanting to get your hopes up. 

You spend the rest of the afternoon relaxing beside your friends, like you had originally planned. The novel you started earlier is open in your hands, your mind definitely not focused on the words. Instead, you daydream about Eren, relishing what just occurred. All those times in class, fantasizing about different scenarios with him, always convinced that nothing would ever happen. Now, you can’t help letting your imagination run rampant. Still, when you all pack up to take the short trip back to the house, you let those fantasies disappear. There’s no way he feels anything for you beyond friendship. And you’ll just have to live with that. 

Later in the night, with everyone sun-kissed and clean from beach residue, you collectively decide to get cozy in your pajamas. Mikasa ignites the fire pit out on the balcony, perfect for the cool breeze. When four boxes of pizza are delivered, the eight of you huddle around the flames, enjoying the meal as you laugh at the stories being shared. Connie tells a hilarious tale about him and Jean streaking in the dead of night for a dare that resulting in almost exposing themselves to the university’s president. Annie mentions her roommate, Hitch, and how she slapped a creeper at a frat party, who wouldn’t stop annoying her. Sasha asks for advice on how to approach her crush, Nicolo, the young chef at the campus cafeteria who makes her breakfast burritos especially tasty. 

After a while, Eren suggests, “How about some s’mores? I brought the ingredients to make them. What do you say?”

Everyone hums in agreement. He directs his attention to you. “Can you help me in the kitchen?”

You obliged, surprised that he chose you specifically. Following him, you slide the door closed, quiet inside the house except for the muffled voices of your friends outside. In the kitchen, he reaches up for one of the cabinets, grabbing two bags of marshmallows, two big bricks of chocolate, and a box of graham crackers. In another drawer, he retrieves metal sticks to roast the marshmallows. In the meantime, you search for a large baking tray, eventually retrieving it from the oven. “Maybe we can set everything up on here so that It’s easier.”

He smiles at you. “Good idea.”

At the counter, you start unwrapping the chocolate, breaking them into sectioned pieces. Eren does the same with the graham crackers, the two of you working beside each other in a comfortable silence. Halfway through, he asks, “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun! Thank you again. I really had a blast.”

“I did too. It was a lot of fun hanging out with you today.”

“Maybe next time, I can actually learn how to surf for real,” you say, not thinking anything of it. 

He leans closer to you, arm brushing yours as you lay out the chocolate on the pan. “Yeah, next time.”

It’s silent again. You finish the chocolate, washing your hands clean to move on to the marshmallows. One bag in your hand, the other in Eren’s. “So, um, do you have a boyfriend or something?”

This catches you off guard. “No, I don’t.”

“Cool, cool, cool. I’m single too. In case you were wondering.” You’ve never heard this type of nervous energy in his voice before. It’s unusual to hear him like this. You’re unsure how to respond, unprepared for where this conversation is possibly heading. 

“Well, if you ever need someone to study with, I’m always available. The season is over, and I get tired of my teammates sometimes,” he says with a laugh.

“Do you want to study with me?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“I’d like to do a lot of things with you, actually.” There’s an undeniable blush on his cheeks as he pours the remaining marshmallows onto the tray. This can’t be just a sunburn, can it? 

Butterflies flutter in your belly. You look at him, smiling. You can’t chicken out now. Not when he’s giving you this chance, this opportunity. You need to go for it. “Can I be honest with you?”

He faces you, eager. “Of course.”

Sucking in a deep breath for this leap of faith, you confess. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you ever since freshman year.”

His smile widens, brilliant teeth on display. “What? When we used to live at Reiss?”

“You remember?” Your mouth hangs open, shocked that he recalls living in the same dorm as you. 

“Yeah, I do,” he answers. “You’re a hard one to forget.”

“I thought I was invisible.”

He shifts closer, tipping his head to meet your eyes. “Not to me.”

You face him, understanding that he’s always noticed you. He leans forward, lips inches from yours. “Can I be honest with you, too?” You nod, desperate to hear what he has to say.

Even closer now, lips grazing your ear, breath ticklish on your skin, he whispers, “I really like you. I’ve always been too nervous to do anything. I thought you’d only see me as a dumb jock.”

Immediately, you pull back, replying, “Never! I never thought that of you! I think you’re so smart.”

He laughs, eyes crinkled with admiration. “I think you’re so smart, too. And really, really cute.” 

You stare at each other for a moment, wishing this would last forever. Wanting to pinch yourself to confirm this is real. 

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” The pink hue on his cheeks gradually turns into a red.

A little too eager, you respond, “Yes!”, resulting in him giggling again, pressing his forehead to yours. The contact sets your skin on fire, body tingling with a different type of adrenaline than from earlier. With your eyes shut, you close the gap, lips brushing seamlessly into a delicate kiss. His hand slides behind your neck, sending you shivers as he pulls you in closer.

Suddenly, there’s loud banging on the sliding door, startling you two apart. Mikasa and Annie have their fists on the glass, yelling out something incoherent, Armin tugging on their sleeves in an attempt to stop them. Connie, Jean, and Sasha holler with huge grins on their faces. 

Eren laughs, shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you respond, smiling at him. 

You gaze at each other for another couple of seconds, cherishing this special moment before returning outside to your friends, carrying the goods. They all talk at once, hyped about what they just witnessed, berating you with loads of questions and advice. You and Eren sit beside each other, politely redirecting each inquiry and comment until your friends get tired of non-answers, eventually changing the subject. He lays out a warm blanket for the both of you, legs covered, knees touching while everyone begins to roast their marshmallows.

By the time the s’mores are completely assembled, mouths sticky and full of ooey-gooey sweetness, you and Eren munch on your treats happily, holding hands beneath the blanket. 

[moonstruckme]

Steve x Wednesday!reader and the gang really didn’t expect Steve to end up w someone so different from all his exs but also low-key think she’s way out of his league??? Found your fics and your writing is sick 😋😋😋😋

Thanks for your request sweetheart! I haven't written wednesday!reader before so idk if this was too much? Or too little? Anyway, I hope you like it, mwah <3

Steve Harrington x Wednesday!reader ♡ 698 words

You hadn't been at all nervous to meet Steve's friends. Really, they probably should have been more nervous about meeting you.

You could be a bit off-putting at first, with your impassive stare and clipped, to-the-point manner of speaking. The few other girlfriends Steve had introduced to his friends had greeted them with smiles and nervous laughter, and Steve had caught Dustin and Mike whispering about just that when you'd gone to the bathroom.

Overall, though, Steve thinks this is going pretty well. Nancy had liked your giant combat boots, Eddie loved that you had the same taste in music, and when the kids found out how much you knew about mages and battle strategy, they'd grilled you for a solid twenty minutes before Steve had called them off, complaining that he was going to dream about their nerd jargon that night if they didn't shut up.

Now, Eddie and the boys are discussing the edition of their nerd game they'll be playing next week (how it even changes from week to week, Steve can never figure out), and you seem to be listening with mild interest when you turn towards him suddenly.

"I have to go home," you say, in your matter-of-fact way. "I left a potion on the stove, and its six hours are almost up."

Steve blinks at you. He should be used to this by now, but sometimes your hobbies still take him by surprise. "Alright," he says after a moment. "What's the potion for?"

Impossibly, your expression darkens. "Something ate my venus fly traps, and I intend to find out what."

Steve declines to ask what you plan to do when you do find them, or how whatever you're brewing will accomplish that. "Okay," he stands, looking for where he left his keys. "I'll drive."

"No, you can stay," you say, as if it makes no difference to you. "I want to cut through the woods to find some belladonna on my way."

He's not going to ask what you want with the poisonous berries, either. "You sure, honey?" You nod, and Steve sits back down. He knows better than to bother arguing with you once you've made up your mind. "Okay, be safe, alright? Text me when you're home."

He tilts his chin up, and you lean down to peck him on the lips, a brief, chaste thing compared to what you prefer behind closed doors.

"Bye, Y/N!" Eddie calls, and a chorus of goodbyes follow you out. As soon as the door closes behind you, every eye in the room turns on Steve.

"Steve, what the hell? She's so cool." Dustin says, sounding almost shocked.

"Yeah," Eddie chimes in. "Where the hell have you been hiding her, Harrington?"

Steve grins proudly. He known they liked you, but it doesn't hurt to hear it out loud. "Yeah?"

"Um, yeah," Max says. "She's hilarious."

Robin nods enthusiastically. "She is! She's so funny, and smart, too. Honestly, Steve, it's a good thing you're nice, because she's, like, way out of your league."

Steve blinks. Okay, ouch. This compliment session seems to be taking an unexpected turn. Up until today, no one was out of Steve Harrington's league. "You really think so?"

"Duh." Robin looks around for support, but only Dustin is nodding, everyone else having fallen unusually silent. "Oh, you guys are cowards. She's gorgeous."

"I know that," Steve says defensively.

"She does have better hair than you," Nancy says, somewhat apologetically, "and that's kind of your thing, so."

Steve blows out an exasperated breath, slouching back in his seat. He thinks you have better hair than him, but he didn't know everyone else would think that. And of course you're far too good for him, but aren't these supposed to be his friends? Any modicum of loyalty they'd had between them seems to have vanished.

"Whatever," Steve says. "You guys are just jealous."

Eddie sighs, his eyes sparkling with exaggerated infatuation. "I know I am. Don't let her get away from you, Harrington, or I might take her for myself."

Steve rolls his eyes. As if he'd be dumb enough to let that happen. He's happy to be your charity case forever.

[rinstrumental]

ellie gf headcanons pt. 2

# i’m a headcanon machine i cant be stopped… also she is literally a cheesy ass lose girlfriend this part is actually canon confirmed by naughty dog. modern au

if your native language isn’t english/speak any language other than english she is going to think you’re ten times cooler than you already are. best believe she’s hopping on duolingo first thing she gets home too so she can impress you (i know duolingo isn’t the best but she’s TRYING)

she took spanish in high school though

even though she can’t retain the info for shit she will search up terms of endearment in your language and call you them all the time even if you think its corny she can’t stop

whenever someone asks her what her type is she just says “my girl” with the most stupid grin on her face

she fidgets SO much omg she doesn’t wear rings often but when she does (you said they looked nice one time and all of a sudden she’s wearing rings every time you see her) she’s constantly playing with them. she also plays with the strings of her hoodie/loose threads etc.

*playing basketball* “this one’s for you babe” *completely misses*

such a nerd for collectibles!! has been since she was a kid. she has funko pops, vinyls, pokemon cards, snowglobes, plushies, smiskis, calico critters she’s a slave to capitalism

little social media presence. her only instagram account is basically a photo dump which is private with only her closest friends following it. (spoiler alert, most of the pictures are of the two of you)

in the last post i said she’s have a pet gecko but i also strongly believe joel would have a dog. could be a teeny tiny chihuahua or a fucking great dane idk just give my man a good friend! ellie also loves that dog (whatever it is) dearly

doesn’t have any piercings and doesn’t ever consider it unless you say that they’d look good on her… your word is her law FR 😭😭😂😂

okay no she’s not dependent on you to the point of it being toxic though. HOWEVER it’s a bit hard for her to express when she feels upset sometimes and gets jealous easily but she tries her best to communicate and keep it healthy

she has her tattoos though of course. although this is a modern au so she’d have different ones i guess… forearm one is definitely in the cards but also lots of tiny little ones. a few for her friends and family and a few she got in a drunken stupor

pottery lesbian that’s it

gets SOOO red when she’s drunk i dont care what anyone says her alcohol tolerance is average at best

i think she would play a sport sometimes. like volleyball. she plays competitively if she’s in school and she always wants you to come “watch your girlfriend be cool”. bring a sign - she’ll love it

kisses and hugs u after the game while she’s all sweaty too…ew but aw

she also really likes animated movies, not disney but like how to train your dragon and the spiderverse and puss in boots (im projecting). she went to see barbie and oppenheimer on the same day and she didn’t dress up but the spirit was there!!

she’s not a gymbro per se but joel probably would have workout equipment in the basement which ellie uses from time to time. and she’s just naturally lean because she’s an active person. pls tell her how big and strong and sexy and amazing she is

ok fine i think she likes being praised AND SHE DESERVES ITT like she’s such a wonderful girlfriend ❤️ ugh shes perfect I CANT STAND HER

goodnight and good morning texts are part of her routine

sunburns easily so you have to remind her to wear sunscreen all the time

doesn’t really know how to do makeup but she’ll paint your nails for you and do your hair

whenever the two of you spend the night together she’s usually last to get up. this bitch could sleep through the rapture i’m not kidding but it’s okay because it gives you time to admire her pretty face as she sleeps in peace and quiet for once

takes the aux very seriously you guys HAVE to share it. unless you like the same music and i think she would like radiohead, joy division, deftones and loser sad songs like that…. she also is a big fan of the spiderverse soundtrack and kendrick lamar though and thee stallion 😜 (i have two wolves inside me)

please reblog mwah thank you!!

[randoimago]

Hi there! Could you please do headcanons on Ashton and Imogen with an s/o who’s an artificer/Wizard multi class? One who’s a bit of a workaholic? Thank you! :D

S/O Is an Artificer/Wizard

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Ashton Greymoore, Imogen Temult

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): And I thought Wizards were broke college students, but an Artificer/Wizard? I'd lose my mind trying to play that.

Ashton

He's dealt with Milo being busy on some project so he knows how to be somewhat patient. It sucks sitting still when he wants to cuddle or go hit something. You've probably had to ask him to leave the room a few times because he was just constant sighing and fidgeting while waiting on you.

Ashton can't believe when he watches you just spending so much gold on bits and pieces for machinery but then you spend more gold on paper and ink. He understands why you spend so much for your tinkering. But ink and paper? What the fuck is wrong with you? (he doesn't actually think something is wrong, he just thinks it'd be best to just cut your own tree at this point).

Don't get him wrong, when you do end up in combat or tense situations, Ashton very much appreciates the cool magic tricks you can do as well as the upgrades you've given everyone with your Artificer-ing. Will still make fun of you for being a nerd with your spending, but some of the things you do are pretty badass.

Imogen

A bit pouty when you're busy with your tinkering or scribing spells into your book. She would like to cuddle and spend some quality time together, but your nose in is a book or some machine parts.

She appreciates how much you do for all of them and she loves that you have hobbies and such that you love to do. But you need to rest. There have been many times where plates of food or water will appear on your desk, which was from Imogen setting them there but you were too focused to notice. She'll absolutely scold you if she ever finds it untouched.

Imogen has definitely sat in between you and Laudna as you both debated upgrades or creations of "girlfriends" for Pate. She's watched you help build her a scary cute dollhouse for him. It was a very interesting thing to witness, but she's glad that her two soulmates are getting along.

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@unhelpfulnpc

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Testing the Merchandise

"Did you make them how I asked, nerd?" Trevor scowled at Brian, who shakily handed him the hoop earrings. "Yes, they will turn any girl you want into your bitchy girlfriend," Brian replied, ashamed of what he made, but not as ashamed as Victoria, his girlfriend, who hid in the bushes nearby. She had followed him because she had become suspicious of his late-nights at the campus lab and thought he could be cheating on her.

Trevor snatched the earrings from Brian's hand and examined them.

"They better work, dork," Trevor sneered. "I don't want to look like a fool."

Brian looked down at his shoes, feeling both ashamed and angry. He had never wanted to create something like this, but he couldn't take Trevor's bullying anymore. He had to find a way to make Trevor stop.

"I made them just like you asked," Brian said quietly. "Are we square now? You won’t bully me anymore like you promised?."

Before Trevor could reply, a sudden rustling in the bushes caught his attention. He turned, ready to lash out at whoever was interrupting them, but his anger turned to shock when he saw Victoria stumble out from behind the bushes.

"Victoria, what the hell?" Brian exclaimed. "Why are you here?"

"I followed you because I thought maybe you were cheating on me or something," Victoria admitted, looking embarrassed. "But now I see what's really going on and it’s way worse! Brian how could you make such a thing?"

“Please Victoria I can explain…” Brian began and started to launch into why he was doing all this. Trevor watched on the sidelines as a devious plan started to form in his head.

“Ok weasel, I’ll stop bullying you as agreed, but your little girlfriend here has to test the earrings first, that way I can be sure you didn’t sabotage them.” Trevor said, a sly smile spreading across his face.

He snatched the earrings from Brian's hand and turned to Victoria. "Put these on," he said, holding out the earrings.

“No! Don’t do it Victoria!” Brian said before Trevor swiftly punched him in the chest.

“I can keep bullying your loser boyfriend all year long.” Trevor said now swaying the earrings in front of Victoria.

Victoria looked hesitant, but Trevor's commanding tone made her feel like she had no choice. She took the earrings from him and put them on, feeling a strange sensation coursing through her body.

Victoria's hair began to glow with a vibrant shine and it seemed to grow longer and thicker, blonder. Her nails lengthened and took on a sharp point. Her breasts swelled with a voluptuous curve, straining against her tight top. Makeup materialized on her face, giving her an alluring, seductive quality. Even with her glasses on she looked like a knockout.

Her demeanour changed too. Her face twisted into a scowl, and she crossed her arms over her chest. Despite the cold, mean look on her face, Victoria had transformed into a stunning, sexy woman. Trevor couldn't believe his eyes. "Wow, those earrings really do work!" he exclaimed.

Victoria's voice was deeper and more commanding than before. "Yes, they do," she said with a sly smile. "And now that I have them on, I think I'm going to have some fun."

Trevor's grin widened as he watched Victoria move with a newfound confidence, strutting and swaying her hips as she walked towards him. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Hey, babe," Trevor said, reaching out to touch Victoria's arm. "You look amazing."

Victoria jerked her arm away from him. "Don't touch me," she growled, a look of disgust on her face. "I'm not your 'babe'."

Trevor felt a surge of anger and frustration, but he didn't want to let Victoria see it. Instead, he forced a laugh. "Ha, I guess you're too good for me now, huh?" he said, trying to play it cool.

Victoria just smirked at him. "You got that right," she said, before turning on her heel and strutting away.

“Victoria, please take those off," Brian said, his voice shaking slightly. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I just wanted to make Trevor stop bullying me."

Victoria turned to face Brian, her expression cold and unfeeling. "And now look at me," she said, gesturing to her transformed body. "I feel powerful and in control. Why would I give that up? Your girlfriend Victoria is gone, I’m Vicky now. We’re through loser."

Brian looked crushed as he watched this new mean girl disappear into the distance. But it was about to get a lot worse.

Trevor's fury was palpable as he watched his potential girlfriend walk away. He rounded on Brian, who was looking at him nervously.

"What the hell, freak?" Trevor spat. "I thought you said those earrings would make her my girlfriend, not turn her into some kind of stuck up bitch who’s too good for me!"

Brian took a step back, fear etched on his face. "I-I didn't know that would happen," he stammered. "I just wanted you to stop bullying me."

Trevor towered over Brian, his fists clenched. "You're going to make this right," he said through gritted teeth. "You're going to make me something that will turn me into the perfect man for a girl like Vicky. And it had better work, or I'll make sure you regret it."

Brian nodded, looking scared out of his mind. He knew that he had no choice but to obey Trevor's demands.

[moreespressoformydepresso]

What are your honest thoughts on all Descendants boys? From both books and movies?

Oehh that’s a good question! I’ll base most of this off of the movies because I remember them more clearly. Sorry this is so late, I needed some time to sort out my thoughts. Let’s see:

Ben: cutie, golden retriever energy, needs to grow a bit more of a spine but as a recovering doormat I vibe with him.

He’s got a good heart, and he’s definitely going places, but I have no idea who decided a 16-year-old should be king. Hilariously, he’s a better king than his dad because he cares about all of his people, not just the “heroes”. But still, he’s 16, let him have his dumbass teenage years. He’s still in his phase of wanting to please everyone and that isn’t gonna lead to the best decision making. You’re king, Ben, you can overrule your girlfriend’s selfish idiotic plan of closing the barrier. Just tell her “the barrier was opened for you to come through too. If those kids aren’t worth the risk, does that mean you aren’t either? Should we throw you back?!” And she’s change her tune real fast. You gotta give some tough love sometimes.

Jay: cool, I wanna know his gym routine, pretty funny but rash, needs Carlos to temper his brand of crazy (love their bromance).

I love the narrative parallels to the movie Aladdin. Jafar thought himself so far above a street rat and now he’s raised his son to be one so he can continue being a con-man. In the movies, Jay is actually a very accurate representation of your upbringing shaping you into who you are. All Jay knows is stealing, he’s never been taught to pay if he doesn’t have to, so to him stealing’s perfectly fine. It’s normal. It’s a lot more subtle than the whole “who doesn’t like being evil” bit, but the core idea is the same: when all you’ve ever known is one perspective, that’s gonna feel like the objective truth because you’ve never had a chance to try a different one.

Carlos De Vil: Best (movie) Boy, my baby, I love him. What a little nerd (affectionate).

He’s a big part of why I willfully ignore the absolute stupidity that is the third movie’s ending. I’m sorry Mal, wtf is wrong with you??? You set your supposed friend’s abuser free for nothing but some empty platitudes and dare suggest you’ve become an empathetic person?!?! In the books, we get a lot more insight into just how horrible of a mother Cruella is, but even in the movies we see he’s had it bad because of how jumpy and nervous he is. Disney is still Disney so we don’t get much of the healing process, but we see how he calms down and adjusts to a normal life over the course of the movies when he’s out of the bad situation, which is pretty good by Disney standards. Cameron Boyce did an amazing job playing him (R.I.P Cameron) and seeing an abuse victim get comfortable within their own skin and getting the happy ending they deserve is always fun.

Harry Hook: Insane (affectionate), most fashionable drama queen ever, absolutely crazy, more than a few screws loose but in the best way possible, he’s hilarious.

So on the surface, Harry’s pretty simple. A dude who’s lost his marbles and flirts with everyone. He probably has some kind of moral compass, since he didn’t rip Mal’s throat out with his hook when she revealed her little stunt in D3, but it fell overboard at some point and couldn’t be found so nobody knows what it is except Harry himself. Also, he has his sane moments, like during that same confrontation in D3 I mentioned before where he says “And you, King Benny... you're probably gonna throw us all back inside.” It’s the first time I’ve heard him sound… not like Harry. It’s sombre and defeated, a little disappointed maybe? Either way it’s really good acting and it implies he can act completely “normal” but he just chooses not to, which makes me like him even more. He’s just a dude living his best life despite the circumstances he was born into.

Gil: adorable, hilarious, kinda clueless but in a good way.

I love characters that have no idea what’s going on half the time but are absolute sweethearts trying their best. He’s like- the opposite of his dad in every way and I’m living for it!

Gaston Jr and Gaston the third: I don’t have much to say on them, let alone separately, so they get a section together.

Honestly? I don’t remember having an opinion of them. They made Evie happy by wresting, which is cool so they get points for that. Seem like they’re trying to out-gentleman each other to win Evie’s heart and since they’re not being creepy assholes about it they are objectively better than their dad. Very much brawl over brains, the two of them, with their constant wrestling reminding me of Carlos and Jay except they’re both the muscle. Kinda cute sibling relationship, even if it’s in a VK-typical villain-flavored way.

Anthony Tremaine: squeeeee, my type is pretty boys who sigh in annoyance at everything, I guess? We only get scraps but I happily cradle them to my chest.

Uhmmm so Anthony’s personality is mostly up for imagination? The only canon information we have is that he’s most likely Anastasia’s only kid (someone on Tumblr pointed out that, in the scene with the wicked step-daughters, he’s referred to only as their cousin, not their brother) and he’s very bored with his cousins’ antics. Given A Twist In Time the potential drama is endless. Every time Anthony’s mentioned we’re reminded he’s pretty and has good style, and I love that for him. Dude lives on an isle of junk and still looks like a supermodel. Lots of room for my own ideas while still remaining within the realm of “could be canon” with just enough base in there that I’m not just creating an OC, and as a writer and artist that’s all I need tbh.

Hadie: cute, deserves better, I need more of him and Mal bonding

Mal’s half-brother, son of Hades, very cool. I like that he’s trying to turn good and having a hard time, because that’s very realistic for someone who grew up not knowing anything other than evil. Descendants 2 tried to tackle it with Mal, but failed miserably. We know Hades sucks as a parent in descendants (neglect is abuse) so that’s not gonna help him.

Dough: Awww he’s so cute with Evie 🥺

No really that’s it. He’s a nerd that gets the girl, has some very funny moments, but honestly most of his character is centered around Evie? And they’re cute together it’s not a bad thing but there isn’t much to analyze. He’s understandably pissed about someone like Chad getting all the girls while using them, but that’s also only ever seen in relation to Evie.

Chad Charming: what a bitch (derogatory), total coward, I hate him but he’s funny.

So I have no issue with characters who conduct themselves terribly (I love Audrey, (fanon) Anthony, Uma, and many others from many fandoms) if, and that’s a massive IF, they have a good reason for it. And I’ll count “because I can and I want to” as a good reason, because by that point you have someone who’s mean and owns it. I can appreciate the self-awareness and usually those characters are very extra so it’s entertaining. If not that, there needs to be a reason they are the way they are. Audrey has the pressure from her grandmother (and the borderline verbal abuse), Uma has the very real grievance of living in squalor on a run-down island full of the worst of humanity because she was born, what does Chad have? He’s spoiled. A spoiled brat. And he goes from that to an overtly whimpering coward with none of the pretense of superiority in any field. His one saving grace is that he’s a massive joke.

Diego De Vil, Clay Clayton, Gonzo, Jace and Harry Badun, Herkie, Aziz, Jonas, Lefou Deux, Li Shang Jr, everyone else I missed: no opinion, because they’re not relevant enough for the writers to give them a personality.

I have nothing I’m sorry. I barely remember reading their names and I don’t remember anything from the scenes they’re (mentioned) in to get an idea of what to talk about here.

That was… a lot lmao

[good-game432]

Thanks for everything (also I suck with words so just try to follow this ok?)

uh so, as I said I suck with words. Infact, most of the time I communicate better through drawings, kin characters, qoutes, and music. But I relize those could be interpreted in any way so I'm going to try to put this into words.

if you wanna just skip the backstory and get straight to the thanks then go below the cut off!

For a long time I've been told I'm not trying hard enough. That I "don't apply myself" that I "just don't try to connect with others" and that most importantly, "Nothing is wrong with me cognitively, I'm just to lazy to try to succeed."

I have since been diagnosed with a number things, some more notable ones being autism and ADHD.

I always felt like those things never ment anything since for awhile I didn't get accommodations. Instead I just had more reasons people didn't want to be around me.

I discovered this fandom the year before tspud released so stuff related to this game was few and far between. But this game was always a safe space for me. A safe space I got shamed out of liking because it was too silly and childish, or in the words of my parents "all you do in this game is die over and over!" And "What's the point if it just makes fun of you for playing the game?"

This was what I had though in a time where I didn't have much else. I was being bullied, I was getting sexually harassed, and then my best friend left me for not being cool enough for her. Tbh I hated myself because all I would get in response was the same thing, that I "just don't try to connect with others." That "everyone was really nice, you just have to give them a chance."

I was alone, and no one was listening when I would talk about how I was struggling. The most I got was the guy who sexually harassed me got suspended for 1 DAY.

Fun fact, I once reached out to one of the devs of tsp, and they mocked my username and sent me a gif telling me that "I'm a nerd, leave me alone." So you could imagine how hard it was for me to reach out to artists I admire...

But I did, and now I literally cannot go a day without checking Tumblr at least once. Not only that but I feel validated by you guys. I feel inspired to start doing things I haven't done in a long time!

So... all I have to say now is:

Thanks to @file-unknown24 for showing me not everyone on the internet is a perv and introducing me to tumblr.

Thanks to @adventurecrimez for being my girlfriend.

Thanks to @mpils for being the first Tumblr blog I ever sent an ask to (IDK if you remember but I was that really shy anon from 2 years ago who said they really liked your art. I sent it on new years day when I was having a sugar crash lol.)

Thanks to @test-url-please-ignore for our very brief interactions (also I just have a weird obsession with British stuff so it's cool to know someone from the UK...)

Thanks to @insomniphic tolerating my DMs.

Thanks to @steampoweredwerehog for just tolerating my hyperfixation on their TSP AU as well as helping me be respectful while still being able to use my cryptid OC.

Thanks to @oswinunknown for showing me it's not weird to draw you and your comfort charaters hanging out (and following my Dungeons 3 roleplay account).

Thanks to @owlfromthemeadow for following my main account and tolerating my midnight DMs.

Thanks to @xandyprojects for drawing N!

Thanks to @finnleywiththesillys for doing roleplay with me and just being a cool person 😎

Thanks to @juaneloriginal for drawing people's narrators and having some very huggable narrator designs.

Thanks to @emmyisstrange for tagging me in reblog games (I freaking love those so much you don't understand!)

Thanks to @starpeep16 for helping me feel more confident in finishing that one drawing I was doing as a gift to steampoweredwerehog. (Maybe I'll post it some time?)

Thanks to @villiun for taking an intrest in my stuff!

Thanks to @corelex for also liking D&D and having the idea of basing a warlock patron on someone else's Narrator!

Thanks to @lee100pad for talking to me (even if it was only one time)

Thanks to @incorrectstanleyparablequotes for giving me somewhere to dump my dumb neurodivergent thoughts (when it comes to qoutes).

And lastly, thanks to @sowaran and @goony-gooner for being my friends in general.

You all mean so much to me and I don't think this post, or any other post, can express that fact.

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

As a teacher, what has been your fave shakespere play to teach your students? What interesting themes do the kids these days pick up on or connect with? Has there been any interesting insights your students have brought that have surprised you?

Thanks for the question! So I haven't taught English since before the pandemic, because I finally found a school that doesn't reserve the history classes for the coaches (this kept happening to me when I moved back to the States, I'm dual certified, so I'd get hired for history and they'd move me to English when they hired a coach. This happened like 3 times), which is great for me, I vastly prefer teaching history. But did teach a lot of English previously and I'd say the answer really depends on the group of kids, their reading level, how much they'd been exposed to previously.

There's a reason high schools usually start off with Romeo and Juliet in the 9th grade. The story is not difficult to follow, most teenagers are familiar with the concept of forbidden romance, and the themes are age appropriate. I've taught King Lear, which is one of my personal favorites, to a group of very advanced and very keen 12th graders (so 17-18 years old), and I think even they were too young and lacking the life experience to really get it (it's kind of unfortunate that by the time King Lear hits hardest, which imo is once your own parents start aging, most of us are not reading Shakespeare anymore. Very few people read it outside of a school setting, nerds on tumblr notwithstanding). So it can be objectively more rewarding to teach a relatively basic play like Romeo and Juliet, than to teach a more advanced play like King Lear, even though I like King Lear better, simply because it's more suited to the age group.

But probably my favorite play to teach is Hamlet, which I've taught in both 11th and 12th grade. Hamlet is a broody young man, he's home from university and his life sucks, his asshole uncle has married his mom, he's pretty sure his dad was murdered, his girlfriend literally kills herself, there's a ghost, and no one is listening to him. It strikes a good balance in that it has some great soliloquys, including the famous "to be or not to be," that you can really dig into, but which don't get too far into the weeds and don't require a whole history lesson to understand. There are allusions, but they're mostly mythology based (like Niobe, all tears, Hyperion to a satyr) which makes them easy for the kids to look up. Importantly, it asks age appropriate existential questions about life and death (what's the point in living when you're miserable, is suffering noble, what if death is not better), stuff that teenagers grapple with. Macbeth is also good to teach because it's quite exciting with all of the murder, betrayal, and of course the witches.

It's been four years since I last taught English so it's hard for me to remember any specific insights from the kids at the moment but I will say that in general, one of my favorite lessons to teach each year in the Shakespeare unit was on the use of language. The kids fucking loved learning iambic pentameter. One of my favorite things to do was write a couple of lines on the board (I usually used two lines from Julius Caesar which were the same lines my own English teacher used to teach us when I was in school Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf/But that he sees the Romans are but sheep) and get them to beat out the meter on their desks. They thought it was so cool that iambic meter has the same rhythm as the human heart, and that it is more or less the natural rhythm of our speech. When we'd read the plays, I'd catch them tapping out the meter to themselves to test it out.

In general, I enjoyed teaching Shakespeare, but it was also a struggle. It's very hard to get kids who, for the most part, do not read for pleasure to read a whole play in early modern English. Mostly their reading consists of short passages as part of standardized testing, and they're very resistant to the very idea of Shakespeare, which they write off as old and boring. As a teacher I had to work very hard to make the text engaging enough to push past that wall and while there are always kids who are just not going to get there, every year I taught Shakespeare I was always pleasantly surprised by how many kids would get fully invested. I guess it's just fun when the kids are actually into the story. The themes are great and all, but Shakespeare wrote these plays to be entertaining and it makes me really happy when the kids are entertained by them.

[pholiabanna]

It seems to be the popular opinion amongst the fandom that Mike was so mean for joining another Dnd club in season 4, but it’s actually a huge win both for his character arc and for byler, of course. 

Mike used to love not only Dnd, but other nerdy games, movies and comics. That’s one of his core traits (and Lucas’ and Dustin’s and Will’s). They are nerds, and that is presented as a positive thing, because the Duffers themselves said they were nerds when they were their age and they loved the same games. 

However, we see a radical change in Mike in season 3. He seems obsessed with the concept of growing up, which for him means dropping all of the games that we know made him happy, to spend time with his girlfriend instead. And the general audience and mlevens always present this “growth” as a positive thing, but again, if we remember the Duffers still consider themselves nerds to the core and still love Dnd and other games, why would they write a storyline about how dropping things that they like is good because as you grow up you should focus on your girlfriend? 

This storyline for Mike was clearly not meant to be seen as something positive. Ditching your friends and your hobbies for your girlfriend is not a positive thing in real life and the Duffers wrote that into the show. Will was in the right calling him out for that, but people -specially redditors- dissmiss it as him being clingy to his childhood and not growing up. But that’s not the intended message. Will was in the right because basically he was telling Mike he shouldn’t drop his others friends and the things he likes completeley. Dustin was also disappointed by this attitude, that’s why he spent the season with the Scoops Troop: he hated being sidelined because “he wasn’t important anymore”. Even Hopper calls this out: it’s not good to spend every day for six months seeing only your s/o and making out, meaning you’ve completely lost all contact with other people in your life and you don’t have personal interests that fulfill you. Mike hating Dnd (and nerdy stuff) was not intended to be a good thing. 

Here comes the interesting part: coincidentally, this happens to Mike right after he gets a girlfriend. However, the moment she moves out of town he magically regained interest to the point he joined Hellfire Club and he tells Lucas that “he doesn’t wanna be popular”? It’s almost like somehow, the idea of having a girlfriend and not playing Dnd were linked in his mind. A part of growing up, according to him in the rain fight, was not playing games, but as I’ve said, the Duffers didn’t portray that as something positive; the other part of growing up, as he also said during the rain fight, was getting girlfriends. So if the Duffers didn’t intend for Mike dropping games to be something positive for his arc, why would him getting a girlfriend not be something bad for his arc too? 

Him “joining another party” is good because he likes Dnd and nerdy stuff again. He’s growing and coming into his own. He’s accepting that he was wrong in season 3 and games are actually cool. He’s going back to who he was at the beggining of the show. That’s a good thing for his arc! He left behind the attitude that was portrayed as negative for going against the themes of the show. That’s what I also believe that Will would never be mad at him after finding out he’s in Hellfire. Instead, I think he would be so happy that Mike isn’t pretending to be someone he isn’t anymore. 

But we see this positive new Mike mainly during s4e1. Coincidentally, that’s the episode where his girlfriend is not around. Then in episode 2, he’s playing the part of the perfect boyfriend again, he’s trying to be grown up again (aka pretending to not care about games/Will, and being the perfect boyfriend for his girlfriend, accordint to what he thinks grown men should do because of societal expectations). The reocurring theme in this Mike-Dnd storyline is that he only stops liking it when he’s in a relationship with El in the same town. So, if not liking Dnd = bad, but not liking Dnd = having a girlfriend, then, according to the Duffers themselves, having a girlfriend = bad. That’s the point of Mike joining Hellfire, he’s discovering hemself, and apart from this helping his personal arc by him becoming more confident in himself and comfortable with who he is, this also fuels his sexuality storyline: it’s not good for him to have a girlfriend because he should have a boyfriend. And in season 4 he’s beggining to accept this (and he progressively accepts it more during his heart to hearts with Will). So Mike joining Hellfire is actually wonderful for Mike’s arc, because he wasn’t being an asshole in season 3 just because, and it’s good for byler, because it means that the good thing for Mike, according to the Duffers, is to date Will. 

[chemistryread]

reader is dustin’s old babysitter and she’s in town for the weekend, where eddie is constantly surprised by her

disclaimers/tags: female reader. no smut. mature language.

just a quick thing i wrote but never posted :)

the first time eddie saw you, the sun was setting. another afternoon playing d&d with the boys had flown by.

henderson stayed behind under the pretense of lending a hand in packing things up, pulling the rug on him and trying to get some experienced advice on how to modify his character’s skill at this point in the game.

“thanks so much for the non-existent help, henderson, we’ll continue our talk tom-”

he’s walking out when he sees you, leaning on a black chevy.

one leg bent up on the hood.

a notebook rests on your black wide pants, boots swaying while your fingers quickly scribble away.

the smaller boy runs into his back, causing the box filled with boards, figurines and sheets to wobble and a couple of things fall to the ground.

your head shoots up at the disruptive noise, round sunglasses slipping on the bridge of your nose.

a huge smile breaks out on your face and eddie thinks he’s going to pass out.

did he have a beautiful girlfriend he forgot about? maybe one of the angels he has occasional dreams with came to life and is here to make sweet, sweet love to him…

“no way!” dustin sprung alive, giggling and running to the girl, confirming she was not a mirage. “what the hell are you doing here?”

henderson smooshes you back against the passenger door with his hug, which you delightedly reciprocate.

noticing the slender figure crouched and picking up the box again, you wave. “hi.”

eddie nods, tight-lipped smile.

he has the tendency to do this, put a wall up around strangers. you could be cool, or another person calling him a freak.

he has the tendency to do this, put a wall up around strangers. you could be cool, or another person calling him a freak.

he has the tendency to do this, put a wall up around strangers. you could be cool, or another person calling him a freak.

not in front of henderson, but maybe behind his back.

“sorry, that’s eddie, he likes to think he’s dark and mysterious.”

that earns the curly-haired freshman a killer glare.

“and, uh, what do you and eddie do here after school?”

your hand is clasped on dustin’s shoulder, protective.

“he’s our DM. us being Hellfire Club. we just finished a pretty successful session, i’d say. wouldn’t you, eddie?”

shutting the door of his van, he sees a chance to test you.

“i would, little youngling. but let’s not scare the lady with our spooky cult-adjacent game.”

his head is thrown back, eyes bugging out.

dustin is deadpanning.

you actually laugh. but it’s not mean, per say, it’s more of an inside joke eddie’s not a part of.

“you’re not scary satanists, you’re just nerds. which is fine. can’t babysit the dustin henderson-”you pat the aforementioned boy in the head, giving it a shake when he grins proudly at the importance just given to his person. “-without getting a soft spot for geeks. or dungeons and dragons.”

eddie’s lips unfurl at your genuine smile, starting to copy it before catching himself.

“are you done? i don’t want to get in the way of anything.”

“done-zo. right?”

“mhm.” he’s tapping the side of the van, still skittish, but maintaining eye contact now.

you take the backpack off the kid’s shoulder, throwing it on the backseat.

“good, i already called your parents and told them i’d pick you up here. how does pizza sound?”

“absolutely! let’s go, now.”

twirling the key, the two of you climb inside the chevy.

slayer booms through the radio once you turn the ignition and the saliva gets really rough going down his throat.

how many cool older friends can one freshman have?

as you’re driving by him, who’s still awkwardly standing there, he can’t help but try and make some kind of impression.

“goodbye to you too, henderson! wreak havoc!” adding the horns, sticking his tongue out.

dustin laughs. “bye, eddie, see you monday.”

from the other side, your dimples stand out deliciously in front of his eyes.

you waive again, this time wiggling your fingers and definitely mocking him.

“bye, eddie!”

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“hey, munson!”

the hands on his hips transform from confident people-deterrent to a deflated insecure elbow position when his eyes land on you.

you’re sitting on the hood of your car along with two other girls he vaguely remembers from his last attempt at senior year.

“do you know that chick?”

both gareth and wayne have contorted quizzical looks on their faces, all three boys frozen in place.

“don’t call girls chicks, it’s rude.” he says from the corner of his mouth, still looking at you but not reacting.

his heart beats faster when you frown and get up, strutting towards the group.

if you ask, he’s staring at the motley crüe band logo on your shirt.

“eddie munson, isn’t it? i’m dustin’s old babysitter, we met the other day-”

“i remember.”

he’s really not giving you much of an opening. as much as he wishes he simply would, your formerly high-school-popular friends are keeping a close eye on your conversation.

smacking shiny lips, you take time to greet the other two boys.

“oh, dustin has mentioned you before! the cool sister he’s never had, his words.”

your face lights up at this, thanking wayne for sharing that.

his eyebrows furrow.

“has he? why have i never heard of her?”

was it you, the lonely girl who spent half of her high school years being best friends with a middle schooler she babysat and the other half studying for medical school? it’s not…fitting the sight in front of him.

“that’s me. right here, still listening.”

you’re blushing, feeling scrutinized under eddie’s judgement and poor social skills.

“god, you don’t bring dustin here, do you?”

that’s more like it. appalled. conservative.

“no, don’t worry, he’s safe and sticking to winter balls.”

his smug smile falters at your next words.

“oh, no, it’s ‘cause i want to be the one to show it to him first.”

cockiness transfers to your face.

“so, are you in a band? are you playing tonight?”

“yes, and no. we’re supporting the other local bands.”

that’s really cool.

your voice is reminiscent of a bubbly media-prepped popstar, but your eyes are so sincere. eddie’s really conflicted.

he spares a glance to the two girls again, and they’re giggling now.

continuously proving to be a good observer, your head turns, following his gaze.

when you turn back, teeth dig into the flesh of your bottom lip.

“any of you know where i can get something stronger than beer?”

you’re looking at him, and so are the other two schmucks.

his palms are sweaty, but it doesn’t look like he’s escaping this. good. hopefully, you’ll keep trapping him.

“as you wish.”

dustin’s words come back to him. “dark and mysterious”. well he hopes it’s not having the opposite effect.

“ask, and you shall receive.”

bowing? yeah, that’s really dark, idiot.

your hands fly to the licorice bottle, quickly uncapping it and taking a swig.

his smile goes away when you offer it to him.

“too good for licour? noted.”

looking around, your head nods to an alleyway with a single door.

“is that the stage exit?” he nods, arms crossed. “oh, i’ve always wanted to see this place’s inner workings. can you show it to me?”

“i don’t think you’ll be excited, but sure, why not?”

yeah, maybe you are the weird girl who befriended henderson after all.

he’s leading you down the empty corridor, stopping before the entrance.

“see? nothing exciting. that’s jerry.”

you’re poking your head through, seemingly interested.

eddie’s actually thinking of something intriguing and attractive to say to you when, out of nowhere, he’s being pulled by a fist in his shirt and pushed against the brick wall.

your lips are buttery, and they taste of licorice. sweet and salty.

he’s caught so off-guard that you end up clashing teeth.

when your hand tugs him closer by the fragile fabric of the hellfire club shirt and the scent of your fruity perfume hits his nose, he relaxes into it.

but it doesn’t last long, jerry stepping out for a smoke and interrupting the kiss.

“sorry, munson. and good going, finally.”

eddie wants to put his head through asphalt and stay there forever.

when he looks back down, you’re hiding in his chest, still fisting his shirt.

your dimples make a new appearance, eyes so beautiful shining, reflecting the moonlight.

definitely the goofy babysitter henderson mentioned.

“that was embarrassing.”

“sorry.”

“don’t be. unless…are you?” the same crue logo he was staring at earlier is flushed to his chest now, and he wants to touch you so bad. instead, his hands are at his side, and he’s having a tough time forming words or looking you in the eyes. “what, are you too good for me too, munson?”

fingertips brush his cheek, barely touching the skin. enough to raise the thin hair on his face. you look so adoring right now.

as a last minute miracle, his hands come to life and wrap around your hips, pulling you flush to him.

he dives, mouth enveloping yours like he could drink you.

unsurprisingly, you’re the one to take initiative and push your tongue in, expertly sweeping across his.

when your hands move to his hair, tugging and scratching, he groans into your lips.

chuckling, your neck pulls back to watch his nose flare when your crotch grinds into him, brushing his boner.

a clear picture of teenagehood, the part of it he’s never had before.

“wanna take me home?”

he’s so nervous, but why bother lying?

“yes, i do, i really do.” his mind clears for a second. “but, uhm, what are you gonna tell your friends?”

“i think they’ll get it when they see you get in my car.”

he actually laughs at that, loud. head shaking, eyes squinting at your absurd proposal.

“and you’re okay with that? letting everyone know you’re taking the freak?”

“first of all, you’re taking me. second of all, i’d be a real hypocrite if i was okay with fucking you but not being seen with you.” obviously he knew what taking you home meant, but to hear you say it so loud, with no disgust or fear someone might overhear…it’s a first for him. “what are you so scared of?”

gossip, murmurs, eyes.

you’re taking him out of his element right in his natural habitat. people here know him, have seen corroded coffin.

it’s extremely hot.

so he pulls your hair back to see your face better, bunching it up before kissing you again, hard and slow.

it’s nice to see you out of breath, and he can’t wait to explore that further.

taking your hand, his hair flies in the night breeze as he walks confidently back to where it started.

your friends are a couple of steps away from the chevy, quickly taking the scene in and nudging each other.

right when he feels like running, you give his hand a squeeze, keeping him there.

separating to hand gareth the keys to the van, you walk to the girls.

“a single scratch and you’re a dead man, got it?”

their eyes burn into the back of eddie’s vest.

you’re waiting for him with a foot inside the car, leaning on the driver’s door and shaking your keychain with a cheesy smile that he immediately mirrors.

the two girls look displeased, at the very least.

feeling up for a show, eddie makes a stop to peck you before walking around the car and flashing a toothy grin at the pair.

“ladies, have a nice night!”

climbing onto the passenger seat, pressing play on the radio and being rewarded with slayer once more.

he for sure was enjoying 86’.

[vamistlezellas]

Weeb/Otaku/Cosplayer/Gamer/etc but I dress like the picture below. As cool as the shirt is above, I wouldn’t want a guy* on my arm dressed like that. Sorry. It’s a bit much for me.

Edit: no idea what the bottom shirt says. Point I’m trying to make is I like that it’s still nerdy but subtle and not over the top. 

The top picture is just cringe to me. Give me a shirt that tells me that my mouse pad is in the shape of boobs and that I have a body pillow with a half naked anime girl on it. Give me a shirt that says I’ll probably say “actually.” Give me a shirt that says I play video games all the time and probably has never had a girlfriend.

Give me a shirt that says I will probably ignore you if you’re my girlfriend because I’m too lost in my video games, card games, D&D, etc. and will neglect you like all the other nerd boys you dated in the past. (Hi trigger.)

I know it’s judgemental and harsh but that’s honestly what I think when I see stuff like that. 

Yeah I think the shirt is cool and the person looks really cool. But I don’t know. I like guys that dress normal. I like nerdy touches. 

I don’t like unwanted attention. If I’m out with a guy and he’s wearing something like that, it’s unwanted attention to me and I’m sorry I don’t like it. As one who has been told that all of her exes are ugly and that she has no taste in men, as one who has been made fun of because her exes were fat and so they judge me and think that’s all I can pull in, yeah I’m kind of self-conscious about what my guy looks like. Especially if I’m beside him. Because I want to be power couple. I want someone to look at both of us and think we’re both equally hot. Not look at my guy and think “what a fucking nerd.” Or worse.

Yes I am insecure. My past experiences have made me self-conscious and insecure. I’m open about that. Any guy the dates me has to be patient and realize that. Work with that.

I dress a certain way when I want attention on me on purpose. Then I’m flashy and showy. Any other time, I’m normal. And I don’t think normal is bad. When I dress sexy when I’m out with a guy, I want people to look at me and then look at him and think “damn how did he get that?” I do that sometimes because I enjoy being the trophy. 

But I feel like the same thing happens vice versa, when a guy is wearing that shirt above, they’re not thinking wow how did I get that guy or What does that guy see in me. blah blah 

yeah I know I shouldn’t care about what people think but there’s parts of me that do. I’m not a robot. I’m not inhuman. I have feelings. Oh well. kudos to you for being cold and callous and uncaring and indifferent and blah blah blah. I’m not like everybody.

You can be weird which I am and not be over the top about it. I used to dress like that when I’m was younger. Maybe I’m more relaxed? I’m only flashy in certain situations, atmospheres and environments.

If you haven’t guessed it, this post reeks of *Jamie  / vamistlezellas / vamistle who dresses like this. Who dresses like the shirt above. He turned out to be a arrogant, elitist, gatekeeping nerd. Who would make you feel inferior for not being on his nerdy level and doing the nerd things that he does. Like he did me. 

Dude is going on 39/40 and wants the dress like that too picture. I don’t think I would let my husband out of the house with a shirt like that unless we were purposely going to a convention or some type of game night or situation for it. You’re actually going out doing normal every day stuff dressed like that with our kid?

Yes I want freedom of expression when it comes to my kids and my family when I eventually do have them. But I also know that kids will tease and bully if the creative kid is out there wearing a tutu and rainbow colors. That’s going to mess up the kids self-esteem. I was that artsy kid. That creative kid. I have my battle scars. Not every community is accepting. Especially your own racially when you’re “different.” You get labeled other races or you’re trying to be some other race or they will go as far to say you even hate yourself because you’re open to dating other races. Because you don’t dressed and act like everyone else. So many things. 

He told me one time that he got stood up on a date at the mall and waited four hours. I was so tempted and wanted to ask him what was he wearing. Cause I’m willing to bet $5 million dollars he came out looking like a Weeb.

I want someone that’s hot. Anyone I date I already think they are attractive. I’m not thinking you’re hot in a shirt like that. Maybe temperature wise because you might be sweating but that’s really about it. I’m not eye fucking you in that shirt. I’m not wanting to peel off your clothes in that shirt. You’re not activating the automatic drip in that shirt. I don’t think any other girl is looking at you in that shirt and thinking you’re hot. Just my opinion. I don’t speak for all women.

I love weebs. I date weebs. I am one. Hell I even cosplay and go to conventions. I do so much nerd shit. But I’m not interested in dating the over-the-top weeb. Sorry. Tone it down. I’m feeling embarrassed.

For the sensitives, no I don’t speak for all women. This post is just my opinion. there is a person out there for everyone and I’m sure there’s some girl that will swoon over  that type of style. After all I like it. I think it’s cool. But I don’t see fashion like that and think I want to date that guy. I don’t see fashion like that and think “wow that guy looks good.”

[jungkook97]

stuck with u; jjk

pairing: jungkook x female!reader word count: 7,336 rating: 18+. there’s lots of loud flirting and a jerking off session + some edging genre: romcom, non-idol!jungkook where he’s your younger brother’s hs best friend turned v hot. kind of an exploration of irl jungkook where he says he puts his heart on his (tattooed) sleeve bc he’s a lil poo <3 

summary: jeon jungkook was always over at your damn house growing up every day and known as your little brother’s bestest friend in high school, playing pokemon or some nerdy stuff. you knew he had some stupid lil crush on you for years, but didn’t think much of it. 

until of course, he sees you again at the fine age of 24 as some hot shot got you thinking differently. 

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You couldn’t believe your eyes right now.

“Kook?” You repeated the name again that this man gave you in complete disbelief.

Jungkook’s eyes wrinkled into little crescents, doing his signature dorky giggle. It was then you knew immediately it was who you couldn’t believe it was before.

Jeon Jungkook, this little rascal. You didn’t think you would bump into this little nerd again. Surely, it’s been a hot minute since you guys last met, and man, did he grow up. 

It seemed like it was yesterday when you first met Jungkook at the prime age of 15 when he first arrived in your seemingly humble abode (Well, not really. You guys lived in a $2 million-dollar, two-story house but ANYWAY. Not the point here). It was where he played Call of Duty and Pokemon with your brother for hours on end, screaming at the top of their lungs before they embraced in a triumphant hug for winning yet another match. 

It was also literally yesterday when you found out that Jungkook was joining your guys’ camping trip to Joshua Tree, a name until that point in time, you hadn’t heard since your brother’s senior year of high school. Time had substantially passed at that point: you graduated from college, got a big girl job, and moved out from your parents’ house. Your little brother was just right behind you, and after not seeing you for a while, decided to plan this whole trip to “catch up”. Your little brother, who’s currently betrothed to his girlfriend of two years, didn’t want you to be a third wheel so naturally, obviously, he decided to bring his high school gaming buddy along.

Oh yeah, forgot to mention. Jeon Jungkook has had a fat crush on you since he met you.

He’s definitely a man now, you thought to yourself, scanning his whole body up and down. You had so many questions. As your eyes linger a bit more than normal in certain areas, the tattoo sleeve he acquired from out of nowhere seemed stuck out to you, along with the freshly pierced lip ring he had on the bottom right corner of his lips. You knew he had stories to tell for all of his body modifications, and you knew you would be invested in it. The cognitive dissonance was insane, but you didn’t mind respectfully looking.

He was taller and slender as well. Not that he was shabby before, but you were looking at a guy who most definitely hit the gym religiously. Everything was toned, everything had volume, and in the right places too. His jawline was screaming at you as your image of boba ball Jungkook was gone. 

He also showed up in clothes you would typically see on him, but it fitted him a bit too well. He looked ridiculously and naturally cool wearing a plain white hoodie and matching baggy black jeans, something you wouldn’t expect to put that word next to Jungkook. However, one thing did slightly change: his shoes were black Prada boots instead of his light brown Timbs. His black-brown hair was tousled around, but made him look quite literally The ~Dreamy~ Boy Next Door.

He was absolutely unrecognizable. 

And.

He was hot. Very hot.

It was bad news for you.

As you began to put two and two together, Jungkook closed his eyes and laughed quietly to himself before pushing you lightly aside as he went to say hello to his old buddy, your asshole brat of a little brother. They exchanged loud banter, followed by loud howling and hollering about God knows what. You didn’t care and have not cared since they’ve known each other as you never understand the inner machinations of their minds. 

You were 100% thinking about something else completely and that was the fact that Jeon Jungkook got hot.

As you grappled with the new reality, your brother snapped you out of it, throwing your duffel bag towards you. 

“Get in loser, we’re going to Joshua Tree.”

-

Let us backtrack a bit here. How did you get to this point?

Jeon Jungkook was a close family friend for most of your brother’s formative years. He was there when your brother had his first high school crush and evidently, first girlfriend. He was there when he was stressed the fuck out during senior projects and college applications, when he was being bullied for being a band geek...he was there for everything. He offered a companionship that your brother had desperately needed, and stuck to him like E6000 glue.

Affectionately called “Kook” by your parents, he was the twin brother that you guys didn’t have. The Jeon and your family always joked about how Jungkook and your brother were twins in a previous life, and that the bromance between the two was something that was rarer than a Tiffany diamond. 

He was nothing but sweet to you, having a little high school boy-ish kind of crush. Everybody knew about it including you, and he was fully aware that you knew it too. It was revealed “by accident” during a Thanksgiving dinner 8 years ago, leaving Jungkook deeply embarrassed, sinking into the velvet green chair with the pinkest red across his cheeks you have ever seen. You couldn’t help but to giggle about it, finding it adorable. 

He was always cute to you, but in a little brother type of way. His cheeky smile whenever he did something terribly wrong was endearing at most, and sometimes, the kid would drive you insane with his sophomoric ways. At times when he’s brave, he would throw you some sexual innuendo or flirty jokes, only to be extremely flustered and blush-y when you shot it back to him naturally, thinking not much about it. You were simply just giving him little crumbs here and there to make his day better. It was the least you could do after all he’s done for your brother when you couldn’t be there for him.

It was when your brother and Jungkook went to different colleges when you stopped seeing him at the house. Soon enough, you moved out and went to have your first working professional job. Time with the family grew shorter and sparse in between. You began to see different partners over the years, had your ho phase, and experienced a LOT. Jungkook became a distant memory as the little kid your brother was friends with who had this fat crush on you.

Now you guys are shoulder to shoulder with each other for four hours.

With your brother and his beloved in front, Jungkook purposely sat in the middle in order for him to exchange endless anecdotes and stories to his favorite bro. Of course, that conversation didn’t happen because your brother and his girlfriend began being lovey-dovey to each other, much to both and Jungkook’s dismay. This led to the both of you exchanging “I’m sick” expressions to each other before sparking a conversation with each other.

You ended up finding a lot in those few hours. You learned where he got his tattoos (sitting 6-7 hour sessions at a time, not really thinking much about what he was inking), how his parents were (good, still very Christian though), and what wild shit he did during college (started smoking marijuana, tried LSD and e and microdoses shrooms for his creative endeavours). 

Of course, you took this time to fully analyze his features. You saw a recently closed piercings at his right eyebrow, and how incredibly smooth and clear his skin became. He wasn’t that boy who struggled with acne anymore, but rather a guy who knew what he can do besides just using Head and Shoulders 3-in-1 shampoo. He was put together, and was a lot more charming than before. He was confident, sitting upright and leaning onto you with not much hesitation nor nervousness. 

You couldn’t help but to feel a bit flustered, especially when he was wearing one of your favorite colognes. It felt like a huge setup truly, as you found yourself being attracted to Jungkook. It felt weird, but it didn’t at the same time.

It felt...natural.

“Yeah so...she straight up broke up with me after that,” Jungkook explained, sighing deeply, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was dumb, but whatever. She was so bad for me.”

“She sounded like it!” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at the whole situation. “And the fact that you put your all into it too. That’s the worst.”

Jungkook’s hazel eyes met with yours after and there was a moment of silence between you two. With the distant car engine running in the background and the afternoon desert sun hitting his eyes, it was sparkling with pure sadness. You could feel your heart sink as you knew what it meant to him. His ex-girlfriend was his first serious relationship and fundamentally changed the way he felt about love. You experienced that before, and you knew that fucking sucked. That was intense, and as you guys met eyes, he swallowed harshly before clearing his throat.

“Yeah...” 

More silence.

You sighed.

“Well, at least you’re growing and learning from it. That’s all that matters,” you patted him on the shoulder, rubbing it slightly around the middle of his shoulders. Instinctively, Jungkook returned the gesture, putting his hand on your knee and mimicking you. 

For a minute, you guys just exchanged telepathic messages to each other, ranging from lessons learned about love and companionship. It was genuinely a sweet moment that you always shared with Jungkook, but this time, you couldn’t help but to feel something a bit more. As you look deep into his eyes, you could tell he was about to say something to you about you, but wouldn’t due out of respect to your brother. In fact, he told you later after the confession that he originally wasn’t going to confess out of respect for your brother. 

“It was just something that developed and I’ll get over it,” Jungkook had said the following day when you guys sat on the swings while your brother was having a smoking session in the car. “Don’t worry about it.”

Did he ever get over me? 

Jungkook’s jaw tightened after a bit as he took a deep and sharp inhale, his eyes wandering elsewhere with a light blush across his cheeks. Your stomach did a flip as you looked towards the desert immediately, causing him to pull his hand away and clear his throat loudly, prompting a confused look on your brother’s face on the rear mirror window.

“Y’all better not be flirting back there or I’ll literally kill both of you.”

You turned red as Jungkook stuttered back a denial, pointing at his friend in frustration.

“W-we are NOT doing that.”

“Okaaaaaaay.”

-

First night came by fast as you guys spent hours building your campfire site. Jungkook and your brother had convinced themselves that they can camp without all the luxuries. So, as a silent competition of sorts, the two propped up their own tents using their best skills they learned from being at church retreats. Of course, your brother’s girlfriend and you were rooming together in the biggest tent, two very comfy sleeping bags, electronics and the whole nine yards.

“You guys aren’t really camping, okay,” your brother quipped as you guys finished assembling what looked like a front yard for the tent, complete with an umbrella covering for the fancy foldable chairs you two had bought together.

You rolled your eyes as Jungkook piped in.

“Yeah, you guys are living in luxury while we peasants are probably going to catch fish for you guys to eat later.”

“Don’t be dramatic!” you shot back, causing both of you to laugh. 

“Am I wrong? I have to provide for you. That was the deal for this trip,” Jungkook chuckled, flattening out his barebones sleeping bag before dragging it into his half-made tent.

You tilted your head in confusion.

“Deal?”

“Yeah, didn’t you know? Your brother and I are going to compete to see who can be the better provider. Whoever wins is going to treat them to a fancy schmancy dinner.”

“What?” you looked up to the sky in absolute disbelief. “Do I look like a damsel in distress?”

“Sometimes!” Jungkook laughed. This asshole, you thought. 

He walked over to your tent and kneeled down to get into it right after you got inside to rearrange some things. Crawling over to the corner, he watched you unpack your things with his legs crossed over each other. You could feel his eyes travel around you everywhere you went. Before, that didn’t bother you as he had always been so obvious, but something about this recent glo-up of his that is making it extremely filled with sexual tension. You could imagine the way he looked at you, and where he could be looking. At the risk of sounding egotistic, you had a banging body so he definitely had a lot to look at. There was something hot about that, just the idea of a very attractive man just checking you out so casually with the urge to do something now that he was alone. 

I dare you to say something right now. Entertain me. 

“You’re missing a little something in your tent.” 

You turned around to Jungkook at the sound of his voice. You knew it: he was checking you out.

Shaking your head, you snorted at his obvious attempt of flirting with you.

“And what is that?” 

You already knew the answer, but you let him fucking have it. Go ahead, you thought. Shamelessly flirt with me like you always do, especially with you looking like that right now.

Jungkook simply smirked, pulling up his sleeve and yes, it was the tattooed one.

“Hmm...” he drew a big pout on his lips. “Forgot. I’ll tell you later,” he smirked. 

Okay, you little bitch.

-

You couldn’t sleep. 

First of all, your stupid butt forgot to clear out the rocks before laying down the tent, leaving you with a giant lump in the middle of your back. You groaned softly, pulling the sleeping bag towards the right to alleviate the pressure, only to be met with another lump near your buttocks. Sitting up soon enough, you made a big sigh, fluffing up your hair in frustration. 

You were deep in your thoughts about Jungkook. You were on hour three still trying to grasp that this kiddo turned into a man, a hot man to be exact. You never found younger guys attractive as you had an annoying little brother, so this new profound feeling with Jungkook felt strange to you. It didn’t help that he and your brother are homies, and respecting your brother has always been paramount to the both of you. It was why you didn’t give him a chance and why he wanted to squash all feelings he had. 

But still, he was on your mind. In your mind, you guys were being absolutely sweet to each other as he leaned onto your shoulder and evidently, leaned into a kiss. You wondered what those small red lips tasted like, where his lip ring would play a role in you guys exchanging saliva. You wondered how and where his hands would go, where you guys would even do it, and―

Oh God. It’s bad.

Thinking you could physically run away from these thoughts, you slipped on your flip flops and pushed through the tent’s exit as the cold dry wind hit your face. It caused you to shiver a bit and soon enough, you made your trek to the nearest body of water to try to get your mind straight.

Soon, the sound of the falling water greeted you as you pulled a blanket from the tent down somewhere and sat down on it. It was then you felt a bit of privacy to sort out your feelings towards Jungkook.

Too bad you couldn’t do it for long.

“Y/N?”

God.

“You followed me here or what?” you turned around, looking at him in disbelief. Jungkook sheepishly smiled. His hair was curled up from the late night shower he had, wearing another black tee and basketball shorts. A white towel was swung from his neck and uhh, he was not wearing any boxers underneath. It was…alarming to say the least. 

Donning some Puma slippers, he knelt down in front of you, leaning towards you a bit to match your eye level.

“Just making sure there’s no weirdos out here watching you, that’s all.”

“Well, there is one in front of me,” you rolled your eyes. He grinned, taking a seat down next to you immediately. Your finger picked up the utmost corner of his towel. “You just take a shower right now?” He nodded. “Why?” 

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Same.

“Same.”

“What’s bothering you?” 

You.

“Uh...hard to explain.” 

“Is it really?” he chuckled, licking his lips in anticipation.

Subconsciously, you leaned him a bit closer to where you heard him breathe. He held his breath at that moment, which left you smirking. You loved getting him flustered.

“Yeah. You wouldn’t believe it actually,” you found yourself tucking your hair behind your ear. Should you just shoot your shot at this point? It isn’t that your brother was 100% against it. In fact, he was the one who told Jungkook to ask you to senior prom before he chickened out and went alone. It was cute after all: he finally gets the girl he has had a little crush on since he was 16.

But also, you felt that your attraction to him might be only sexual. A part of you felt bad about that, considering the fact that you two had bonded on so many things over the years and especially in the last several hours. As he picked up the pieces of your brother’s chaotic life, he came to you for advice on girls and guys all throughout high school. He was the first person he came out to when his parents were devoutly incredibly Christian. He cried in front of you a few times as you consoled him, making sure that your brother’s best friend was taken care of. 

That Jungkook you know would be very hurt if all you wanted was to (respectfully) make out with you, considering that he cares very much about you.

It wasn’t like you completely crossed off the idea of dating him. He was the type of guy you would go after a string of messy relationships and eras, someone who you can see yourself grow with. He seemed to grow into someone you were 100% ready for, someone who went through his traumas and overcame them. He went through a lot of failures and preserved through it all…he has had life experience.

But you were still figuring all of that out. And even at that stage, you still felt bad. 

Don’t hurt him, Y/N. That would be very cruel.

His eyes met with yours as he hitched his breath again.

“What’s on your mind? Is it…” he paused as he bit his bottom lip, chewing on his skin. “Is it your ex again?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the unexpected name drop.

“No…?”

“Actually?” he perked up, wiggling a bit around to settle his back. “That’s new.”

It is? It is!

Your mouth gaped open as you emit an “Ah” noise, remembering your guys’ last conversation. It was about your shitty ex again, something that you went deeply into detail for hours about because it was a wild ride of a story. Jungkook was deeply invested in all of it, making theatrical reactions that were worth an Oscar, causing a lot of entertainment for you. He quipped with his own experiences with his ex as well, drawing comparisons between the two. It was nice to collectively agree that both exes sucked majorly and in a weird chain of events, they had known each other.

“Yeah no. I, uh, actually…” Where did you even start? “Been thinking about how people change so fast, you know?”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow with what seemed to be a light smirk. With his hand resting on his chin, he mused about it.

“Who is it?” he asked innocently, blinking ever so slowly to you.

He knew. This man is such a tease.

“Well, you, for example.”

“Mm.”

“Like, a lot too.”

He smirked.

“Yeah? You like it, huh?”

You scoffed immediately, turning away.

“Wow, you’re not being slick about it either.”

“Fuck no,” he made a shit-ass grin, leaning in closer to you. “The girl of my dreams thinks I’m cute, how can I not be cocky about that?”

This little bitch.

Your heart started to betray you, beating at a million miles per hour. With blood rushing quickly to your cheeks, your hand pressed against his hard chest, pushing him lightly away.

You wanted him. You wanted this man so bad.

“You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, huh?” Your hand rested on his cheeks as his hands instinctively rested on your hips. “How long did it take for you to practice that on me?”

His eyes lowered to your lips as he let out a light chuckle. It was a very low, quiet and very sexy chuckle.

“You think this pretty face practices pick-up lines in the mirror? I’m not that little nerd anymore, Y/N.” He attempted to get closer and frowned at your palm getting in the way of you two closing the gap. “I think I’m more than that to you right now, actually. A lot…” he took a sharp breath, shaking a bit. “We clearly got something going on between us.” 

He pushed back against your palm as he fixated on your lips as his own pursed together, his sharp jawline clenching. His hands were around you, and there was no going back at this point.

Just kiss him. Fucking do it.

“Kook…” you began.

He overtook your strength and pushed through, meeting your lips with his own. The sharp inhales you two took exhilarated each other as your arms wrapped around his neck almost naturally. He tasted exactly what you thought it would: marijuana and bad decisions. Jungkook didn’t hold back in the slightest, exploring your entire body as much as he could because he fucking could. You did the same, knowing that this might be the only time you could make out with him before the feelings thing started kicking in.

You knew Jungkook wore his heart on his sleeve. It was evident in all of his exes and even for you. Deep down, you know that he knew you were still sorting out your romantic feelings towards him, but the tension was out of control. He knew the possibility of being led on and he went on ahead anyways, which is just so SO Jungkook of him.

You and Jungkook made out for roughly 20 minutes with a lot of time to play with his lip ring (which he thoroughly enjoyed) and more sensual touching and grinding against each other. It was when Jungkook began to slip his fingers through your joggers when your eyes widened and aggressively put your hand on his forearm.

“Kook…” you whispered, trying to catch your breath. “We can’t…”

His hands pulled up towards the drawstrings of your joggers as his lips continued to dance with yours. In between short kisses, you guys began to argue.

“You don’t want this, babe…?”

“I do, Kook...”

“Then why are you stopping me from making you feel good…?”

You mewled as his tongue navigated through the nape of your neck, nipping harshly away. You loved neck bites and fuck, was Jungkook really good at it. His hands moved up to your chest as he grabbed your breast, caressing them in his big veiny hand and the other on your waist. His palms were wickedly soft, which sent shivers down your spine as it felt super good through your hardened nipple.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N…” he murmured. “And I want to make you feel so fucking good…”

He pinched and twirled your hot and sensitive nipple, sending warmth down your thighs. You were shaking from pleasure as he kept nipping at you, gradually turning into more animalistic bites lasting more than a second. 

“K-kook…!” you yelped, writhing around. “Please…”

He stopped and looked up at you with the biggest fuckboy smirk you’ve ever seen. He knew you were under his spell, and he had been waiting for this moment for years. What’s worse was that you wanted it so fucking bad, and really want him to just take you and fuck you relentlessly.

Let him, Jesus Christ. He can fuck you good.

And then, right before you were about to tell him to just fuck you senselessly, he stopped completely, retracting one of his hands from your nipples and moving down towards your navel. With his lips parted slightly, he stuck out his jaw.

“I’m not gonna lie, I love this look on you…” he trailed off, meeting eyes with you. He never looked so fucking sexy, so confident in his words. This Jungkook definitely got around during his years in college, fucking some 9 and 10s for sure. The confidence was that of a charismatic rockstar, someone you never thought would equate to Jungkook at all.

“Kook…” your fingers began to run through his hair before you tugged onto it and pulled him closer. “Please…”

“Please, what, Y/N?” He said in the lowest of whispers, extending his two fingers before sliding through your panties and into your folds. “‘Please finger me good?”

His fingers started to flick back and forth through your clit, making you inhale sharply before mewling in contentment.

“Kook…”

“Mmm, you’re so wet for me, fuck,” he noted. “Fuck…Y/N…” his fingers progressively moved faster as you turned and pressed your back against his chest, opening your legs to feel the full force of his fingers. You pulled out his hardened cock from underneath his basketball shorts that was previously sitting in between your buttocks twitching and began to jerk the man off, leaving him groaning in pleasure. You began to ride on his thigh rhythmically along with the speed of his fingers, whimpering and writhing. 

“Fuck, your whimpering…” he whined, his hands slowly releasing some pressure from your nipple and clit as his cock twitched in your wet hand. “Fuck, Y/N…”

His fingers repositioned themselves and entered your vagina, sending shockwaves down your spine. You yelped and clenched your cheeks together, but he respread you out again by pushing your right leg down in one motion. He had strength to put you in your place, something you normally deal with when it came to older men. It was then in your head that you concluded that younger guys can fuck as good as older guys, and sometimes, they’re even better. 

You felt and heard your pussy squished furiously as you lost your grip on his cock, mewling and eventually yelling from the pleasure. He was finger-fucking you like a goddamn porn star, changing his rhythms up exactly when you wanted it. His fingers that were dabbling deeply in your nipples made its way up to your neck as he choked you lightly. 

“Fuck…ing…Jesus…”

It was upsetting how in tune he was with you, something that some of your exes or even friends with benefits didn’t get sometimes. The fact that you’re being intimate for the first time with Jungkook and he made you feel like this so quickly scared the shit out of you. Suddenly, you felt that you needed this all the time from him, and from him only.

“Fuck, Kook!” you screamed as you cocked your head back to prepare for the large orgasm, only to be met by a little squirt and his fingers stopping completely. The lack of release made you gasp loudly as you began the same process for him. For him, his cock just grew harder and larger, twitching as precum continued to ooze from his very red tip. 

“Y/N…fuck…”

He began to pant quickly as his hand gripped your inner thigh roughly to orgasm. It was then you took your hands off his cock, leaving it twitching with more precum and him gasping for air.

He edged you out a few more times (which you didn’t know men even did), he let you take the wheel again. With his cock repositioned right next to your pussy, you two went at it, grinding against each other.

It didn’t take long after when you two orgasmed together (with you squirting through your undies and joggers and Jungkook ejaculating in his shorts), leaving the both of you panting heavily at the end of it all. You wanted to go further to where Jungkook bends you over and fucks you senselessly with his tattoo sleeved arm around your neck tightly with no clothes whatsoever, but fucking in the middle of nowhere with some poisonous snakes around wasn’t the best idea. 

Also, the fact that you hooked up with your brother’s high school best friend was already A Lot for you to take in.

After exchanging slow aftercare kisses, you hopped off his thigh. There was a long pause between you two as your breaths evened out. You began fixing your hair and clothes to get ready to go back.

Jungkook did his shit-eating grin before sticking his tongue through his cheek and turning away from you.

“So…are we gonna do this shit during the whole trip because…” his head cocked back towards you to smirk devilishly, “…I don’t mind it.”

You blushed furiously, adjusting your joggers again and clearing your throat, leaving him to chuckle a bit.

“Sorry, am I being too forward for you? I know you need to adjust to…” he gestured to himself by making imaginary circles around his chest, “…all of this.”

“Kook, please,” you groaned, pushing yourself back up. Extending your hand out to help him up, he took it, pulling you towards him so hard you two collapsed into each other, putting you two in a soft embrace. His smirk never left his face as you were left speechless and very flustered.

This kid is seriously gonna kill me, isn’t he.

“Please what? I’m just being myself, Y/N.”

“No, you’re not,” you rebutted, pulling away. Murmuring under your breath, you swiped the dust off of your joggers, “You realized you’re hot and now you’re so…”

You pursed your lips together to find the right word. Jungkook didn’t care what it was though because he continued to grin like the little idiot he was, acting as if he just fucked the head cheerleader at his high school. 

Not bad for a band geek.

“Well, as I said,” he inched closer to you, his lips touching your ear, “I’m down to do this again and more this weekend if you want. No strings attached.”

Of course. But that’s what he always says before he catches feelings, which has happened 100% of the time every time he wants a friends with benefits.

“Kook…” you began. He held his finger up, stopping you from continuing.

“I know what you’re gonna say and honestly, I can handle myself, okay. Like…” he sighed, shaking his head. “Not gonna get attached,” he crossed his hands together in an ‘X’ formation, “I might have this almost decade old crush on you, but I…”

He hit his chest.

“Am.”

And again.

“An.”

Again.

“Aduuuuuult.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away playfully, leaving him laughing quietly to himself.

“You keep telling yourself that, Kook,” you replied, making your way back to the campsite with Jungkook following closely behind. “I just have an extensive record of people falling in love with me in the same scenario.”

Jungkook swallowed harshly. Yeah, he knew about that, alright. After all, you are one of the best girls he ever came across: beautiful, intelligent, with the right amount of attitude and elegance…you were perfect to him. You were his ideal type, something he proudly talked about to his group of friends all throughout his high school career.

He also knew romance wasn’t in sight because of his close association with your little brother, which in return, got you thinking he was a little brother to you too. 

He always wanted to get out of that image so he did just that. He went off to college and he took it upon himself to get into sports, taking boxing classes and working out 4 times a week. He traded in his little nerdy hobbies into being fascinated with sports cars and racing before landing a job working for a luxury car company. His Instagram feed consisted of showing new concept cars from Germany, car expos where he took his clients on a spin, and zooming through with him on the racetrack with lavish and exotic cars. Anybody who had known him since high school suddenly hit him back through the DMs, whether it’s to test drive the new GT coupe or to spend some Netflix and chill time with the rotation of people. Jeon Jungkook became a hot shot quickly, and that was something you weren’t aware of.

What he wasn’t aware of was that your mind was ever so changing, adapting to the new Jungkook and seeing him as a man. Maybe it took a little intimacy for you to warm up to it, but you weren’t entirely put off by it. Sure, he was a bit more cockier, but can you blame him? He’s an extremely attractive, tattooed bad guy who was a surefire good time. 

And he was a good time.

You guys went back into your tents with each other on your minds. Jungkook felt like he was a million bucks, on cloud nine, and whatever kind of euphoria he was feeling. He fell asleep almost immediately, snoring away. 

You, on the other hand, were still wide awake. Now that you two exchanged bodily fluids, you thought of his proposition. It was appealing, but again, that fear of him catching feelings was in the forefront of everything. What if he confesses his love to you while he dug deep into you? He clearly had a pattern: hook up with people as a friends with benefits, catch feelings despite said person already agreed to not, and then getting fucked over in the end. 

Rinse and repeat, that was Jungkook, and it didn’t take a lot for you to notice that real quick as he endlessly talked about his endless flings during that 4 hour drive earlier. You didn’t wanna say it, but you were exactly his type. His M.O. (modus operandi) was very loud in your brain.

What if this kid falls for me? Would I mind? Can I return those feelings?

Your stomach lurched around as that thought lingered a bit. 

Hmm. I wouldn’t be totally against it right now.

-

As the weekend went on, your brother and Jungkook were still going at their game to be the “best provider”. It was something that should be digested in therapy for psychoanalysis because it gave alpha male competition vibes to you, but you enjoyed the free entertainment. Your brother’s girlfriend didn’t mind being treated like the queen she was.

Meanwhile, you were catching feelings for Jungkook. There was something about how sweetly and softly he treated you during the whole trip, like the way he cheekily caught a fish with his bare hands (“It was pure luck!” your brother exclaimed as Jungkook winked at you, earning a blush on your cheeks), or the way he made sure your lifejacket was securely tied before you two raced the other couple down the river in a kayak. It was the way he grinned every time you were “innocuously” physically affectionate with him, throwing light punches or grabbing his body. It was the same shit-faced grin he had the first night you two did something, the “I know how you fucking taste now” thing was what did it to you.

Or perhaps it was the way Jungkook learned your body and rhythms so quickly in the later hours as you two continued doing shit together. It progressed from handjobs to oral, and on the last night, he penetrated through your pussy to fuck you senselessly as you wished, tattooed arm around your neck like you were fantasizing about all weekend. 

He knew you too well too quickly. Up until this point, you never experienced orgasms that got your toes to curl or you to see the stars above you two in 3D or some shit. Jungkook was in tune with your body, and there was something super sexy about that you couldn’t get enough of. He wanted you so bad and wanted you to get fucked by him perfectly every time. Deep down, he felt that if he fucked you good enough, you’d continue to come back for more and soon, become his. 

He knew that your guys’ time together was limited because you were a working professional and so was he. He jumped back and forth from Germany and the U.S. while you’re always in Manhattan. This was a moment that you two had to seize because who knows when you two would see each other again.

As your head laid on his falling chest, he hummed to you a few melodies here and there. It was a shame that he never became a singer, you thought. His voice was angelic and light, filled with so much warm energy. You felt so adored and loved, and you could wish it lasted forever.

You felt extremely warm at the pit of your stomach. It was feelings of infatuation, of love, of romance. It was uneasy to get into at first, but you couldn’t help it. As you ran through your fingers through his numerous tattoos, you wanted to give it a try. He was familiar, but you rediscovered Jeon Jungkook again this weekend, and got to know him…as him. 

“Kook?” you pulled up your blanket to cover you two as the cold breeze went through your guys’ tent.

He looked down at you and into your eyes. Those doe eyes…they’re so hard to describe to people. There was that bit of innocence that was lost in them as he grew, but they were still so full of life. You could tell he was a bit nervous because well, he did catch feelings that night (he actually confessed to you about it the following day because he could not keep secrets from anyone for anything). He was furiously blushing, his breaths getting hollow and short as he tried to keep it together.

He was still Jungkook, after all. A nervous little guy behind this muscular, tattooed man. 

“Hmm?” was his little attempt of trying to be cool. You laughed at his voice crack as he continued to blush a deep red.

“I’m glad we met each other again,” you smiled, rubbing his ear with your thumb. “I really needed this…needed you, actually.”

Jungkook turned away quickly as he got even redder than ever as he cleared his throat several times, turning that into a cough. You giggled, continuing to rub through his numerous ear piercings.

“You’re adorable when you’re flustered, you know that?” 

“S-stop,” he managed to speak through all the flustered energy, unable to look you in the eyes. “You don’t mean that.”

Your smile dropped.

“Mean what?”

Jungkook stiffened, expressionless.

“This was just a little fling…we did shit and like, that’s gonna be it. You don’t…” he hitched his breath, “You’re not….you don’t feel the same way as I do.”

You’d be surprised. 

“Kook, what makes you think that?” you lightly replied, immediately quelling a huge chunk of his insecurities. Cupping his small face, you demanded his attention and he refused to give it to you. This made you frustrated. “Kook.”

“First of all, you’re calling me by a nickname your entire family gives to me, which means you clearly still see me as a kid,” he began, pulling your hand away from his face. “And…” he sighed. “Fuck…I don’t even know where to fucking begin with this.”

Your heart skipped a beat. How deep did this man go?

“Y/N…I…” he swallowed, closing his eyes as they rolled in his eyelids. “I fucking love you,” he said breathlessly. “I always loved you. And I know I set myself up from the moment I said yes to this stupid trip because I knew I was just gonna love you deeper and deeper as the weekend continued. Like…”

Jungkook started shivering.

“I don’t know how else to fucking say it. I waited for you for so long, and all you could fucking do is to see me as your brother’s little nerd friend like. I’m not…I swear to God, I’ll treat you better than any of your previous boyfriends…girlfriends….all of them…I just…” he started to tear up, sniffling. “All I want is to be with you, Y/N. And now that I tasted you, was in you…fuck…I don’t…” he whimpered as tears dripped down from his closed eyes, “I can’t see myself with anybody else. I just want you. It’s always been you, every time.”

He broke down milliseconds after. You found yourself following suit as he continued to sob, breaking down all the walls between you two (quite literally too as the sobs could probably be heard outside of the wall of the tent). 

You knew this was coming from a mile away, and you were prepared for it. If there was anything that was consistent about Jeon Jungkook is the fact that he passed around his heart like a shared cigarette at a bar without much thought and a care in the world. He was so vulnerable to everything, and he was extremely sensitive. You remembered when he first got rejected by some chick in his AP Physics class, and how devastated he was for weeks on end. You consoled him as your brother was being dismissive about it at the time (“Bro, you need to get over it already, it’s been a week!”). So, you have been on the other side of it.

You didn’t think you would end up being that girl to him right now. 

He loved me all this time…Jesus. This kid. 

No, no more “kid”. That’s so disrespectful to him.

“Jungkook…”

He opened his eyes slowly as he heard his full name for the first time.

“Y/N…I swear to God…” he laughed nervously, sniffling. “I know I’m a fucking idiot, but if you’re gonna say my name like that, I’m gonna lose it.”

“Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook…” you continued on, growing a small smile on your lips. “Jungkook…”

“Okay, now it’s getting kind of weird―”

“Jungkook, I fucking like you, you stupid idiot!” you confessed, laughing. He looked into your eyes again, this time in disbelief.

“What?”

“You heard me. I fucking like you.”

“No, you don’t,” he scoffed. “No, not as much as I love you.”

“You want to make this into a competition now?” you frowned. “It’s unfair, you got a whole 10 years to love me and I…”  you chuckled, before delivering the cheesiest thing: “...I need ten years or maybe forever to catch up with you.”

Jungkook was dead silent, speechless. With his mouth gaped open, your index finger found its way on his chin, pushing up to close it.

“I said what I said, Jungkook. Give me some time to fall in love with you the way you fell in love with me,” you leaned in and kissed him on his button nose, wiping the tear streaks away. “It won’t take long. Trust me on that.”

Jungkook’s muscles began to relax at that comfort as he returned the kiss, this time on your lips. 

“Okay. I love you.”

You smiled at him, kissing him once more.

“And I’m going to love you even more.”

- end -

[ahloveisboo]

game on (m)

pairing: gamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!reader (soonyoung makes an appearance)

genre: smut (18+), established relationship, cock warming but make it soft, comfort sex, unprotected sex, swearing, implied auditory voyeurism if that is A Thing but it doesn’t have to be if you’re not into that.

wc: 2.1k

summary: it’s been a shitty day and all you want to do is be close to wonwoo.

a/n: i literally finished writing this last night and this morning i stumbled onto THIS. which i had COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT and i want you to know that is exactly how i pictured him and i’m in l*ve with him and i would give him my left arm if he ever needed it

"I can't fucking do this anymore." 

You puff the hair out of your eyes as your bag clatters to the floor, your jacket aggressively thrown onto a chair even though you and Wonwoo had agreed to not let clothes linger around the house. 

The love of your life is lounging on the sofa—clad in a simple t-shirt and shorts, a headset on top of his unkempt hair, and a PlayStation controller in his hand. There are a few empty cans of soda littered around the furniture, and a scented candle burning on the coffee table to his right.

"Wonwoo," you whine, a dramatic pout etched on your lips. You're irritated, to say the least, and it weighs down on your limbs as you shuffle closer to the sofa. With each step though, your annoyance miraculously fades, and the final remnants of any unease melt away when your lover reaches a hand out to you, beckoning you closer. 

"Oh hey, sweet cheeks," he greets you, his eyebrows shooting up in pleasant surprise. "I didn't expect you home so early."

You know you should've given him a heads-up. "I took the afternoon off," you explain as you come up to straddle his lap, cupping both cheeks with your palms before planting a firm kiss on his lips. It crooks the glasses on top of his nose a little, but he doesn't seem to mind. You feel the corners of his mouth perk up, and you can't help but follow suit. Leaning back a little, you brush his choppy fringe out of his face, letting your hand rest at the nape of his neck. "I couldn't handle one more second of old men assuming they can do my job better than me." 

"Dude, stop feeling up your girlfriend, I need cover," a voice comes over the mic, blaring straight into his headphones. Wonwoo clicks his tongue. 

"If your point was to sound bitter about having to nut into your own fist every night, you succeeded," Wonwoo retorts before easily picking off an enemy right behind on-screen Soonyoung. You make yourself smaller, so he gets a full view of the tv. "You're welcome," he adds, and Soonyoung's laughter can be heard coming from the other side of the voice chat. 

"Touché." 

"You're so cool," you murmur against the skin of his collarbones, neatly settling further onto his lap. "And such a nerd. But like, the hot kind." At this, he barks out a laugh; the sound like music to your ears. 

It takes a little squirming and trying to make yourself fit into his embrace without interrupting the game too much, and you sigh in content when you find the perfect position. Wonwoo's hips buck up on instinct as you move around, and he shoots you an apologetic smile when you brush your lips against his jaw in response.

"It was just…. A really shitty day, you know," you say in tiny, the words barely a whisper as you lazily rock against him. Wonwoo instantly picks up the hint, already hardening underneath you. 

He pushes his mic up, muting it in one swift motion so Soonyoung doesn't overhear. “Do you want to fuck?”

You nuzzle into his neck, lazily nipping at the skin. “I just want to feel you, I think.”

Wonwoo manages a soft chuckle and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Give me a second to end the game." 

"It's okay," you say, as his hand moves to unmute his mic. "You can continue playing if you want." 

The look he gives you in response is almost comical. "I'll sit still, I promise." You give him a quick peck on the lips, and Wonwoo's reluctance dissolves in an instant. 

Shifting uncomfortably, you take off your jeans as Wonwoo pulls down his shorts, cock visibly strained against his briefs now. He curtly speaks into his mic, taking note of something Soonyoung's character just did on-screen behind you. 

A few seconds pass before you move, taking in all of Wonwoo before you first. He's always been handsome—his sharp features turning more than a few heads. He's bulked up since you first got together (which made him even sexier if that was possible), with his shoulders now broader and his arms toned to perfection, but your favourite part of him has always been his eyes. There's something inherently gentle about them; a warm brown colour that shines whenever he laughs, or darkens whenever he glances up at you from between your legs. 

Something clenches in your chest when Wonwoo turns to meet your gaze, a smile on his lips. Something similar happens in your gut when he reaches out to touch you over your panties. The gesture isn't demanding or lustful, and you sigh into the feeling. 

Wonwoo slips past your folds, two fingers checking if you're slick enough to take him without extra help. The corner of his mouth tugs into a smirk, but he swallows the words on the tip of his tongue, knowing they don't fit the mood you're after.

As soon as he fills you up, your form slacks against his chest. It's comforting in having him this close, being this intimate with the man that makes your heart burst in the best way possible. Your arms snake around his waist, your cheek now resting against his shoulder. 

"Can you move forward just a tiny bit so I can koala-wrap myself around you?" you mumble against the fabric of his shirt, and there's a sharp intake of breath from him when he lifts his hips to comply, his cock moving inside you. 

Soonyoung mistakes it for a disappointed reaction to his failed offence, and you can hear his voice through the headphones over Wonwoo's ears. Wonwoo is quick to reply, his low tone reverberating through his chest and vibrating against your cheek. 

Another thing you love about him, that voice of his. You could listen to him talk for hours. Which you hope he does, and is the reason you told him to keep playing in the first place. 

There's no sound but the dull clicking of Wonwoo's controller and machine-gun fire coming from his headphones for a while, and you can feel your body begin to relax—all the tension previously stored between your shoulder blades now slipping off you, like raindrops sliding down a window. 

Wonwoo's a decent size; not too big to sting when he first fucks you, but big enough to always make you feel so full, so satisfied. It's something you're not afraid to reiterate every so often, which he appreciates in the right context (you once let it slip at movie night when you were beyond horny, and Wonwoo had to excuse himself ten minutes later because he had no idea your mouth could be so foul, and he didn't want his friends to see the obvious problem in his pants). 

He lasts longer than you thought he would—too caught up in his game to notice how every little move he makes in reaction to whatever is unfolding on screen is starting to affect you. It's subtle, the way he moves inside you, but the thrusts are sharp and clean as he moves the controller to one side and back, his body jolting forward when Soonyoung fails to cover him and his screen flashes red. It isn't until you clench around him, that he stills. 

As your fingers tangle into his hair at the base of his neck, you tilt your head, waiting for a quiet moment to lift his headphones just enough to tell him, "Okay, now I want to fuck." 

To accentuate the words, you gently lift your hips, sinking back down just as slowly, only to repeat the action once more. Wonwoo groans in response, his hand gripping your waist to stop you, and you lean back to watch his face for any signs that he might not want this. You interpret his actions as rejecting your advances, but soon he's pushing up your t-shirt to grope at your breasts, and you moan when he thumbs over one of your sensitive nubs. 

"I heard that," Soonyoung's voice comes over the headset, and you're already too worked up to care. Wonwoo smiles when you roll your hips, grinding onto his cock in slow motions. He licks his lips, gaze trained on yours as he drops the controller onto the floor. 

"Goodbye, Soonyoung," he says into the mic before taking off the headset, not even bothering to mute it. 

You half expect him to be rough. To pin you down on the sofa and rail you into oblivion. Instead, he kisses you. The kind of kiss that makes your head spin—slow and hot, his tongue lapping against yours languidly. There are little, sweet pecks in between. One on your nose, one on your cheek, one on your eyelids, and you giggle into the kiss when he pulls you back in for what seems the nth time. His cock is still buried inside of you, snug and warm, unmoving, until you buck your hips to meet his and he groans. 

“Quit stalling, Jeon,” you sigh into his mouth. Your teeth graze along his lower lip before stopping at the corner of his mouth, kissing the edge of his smile. “If you don’t touch me this instant, I’m going to spontaneously combust.”

He glances between you, to where your bodies meet, and gently lifts his hips to move out of you. “I bet I could make you cum untouched right now,” he says, tentatively swiping a finger between your folds again. You quiver in his arms, already too sensitive from having him inside you for so long, and you hate how he’s probably right. 

“Maybe so, but where’s the fun in that?”

“I get to use my dirty talk voice,” he offers, already lowering his tone to make a point. “Tell you all the things I would do if I were to touch you.” You clench around nothing, suddenly feeling too empty to your liking. “You can blow me after.”  

Every nerve in your body is on edge, skin crawling in anticipation, and you desperately want to say no. But Wonwoo’s eyes are sparkling as he hovers over you, and god, he’s so fucking hot. At this point, you are positively soaked, pussy throbbing and aching for his touch, anything he’d be willing to offer, and he’s still smiling at you.

“Fuck me now and I’ll still blow you after.” 

Wonwoo pouts, but instinctively lowers himself to kiss you when you hook your ankles behind his back, pulling him closer to you again. When he pushes back in, you’re scared you won’t last long. You tell him as much, and he shakes his head in feigned disbelief. “Quelle surprise,” he mocks, and he jerks his pelvis forward, easily bottoming out before pulling back out, repeating to build up a steady rhythm. It’s agonisingly slow, his cock curving just the right way to hit the spot over and over again, and your breath hitches with every thrust. “Want me to go faster?” he asks, tongue lapping at the abused skin right below your collarbone, where his mouth just successfully marked you as his. You shake your head no, unable to speak.

As tension builds in your abdomen, your eyes fall shut, your eyebrows knit together, and your lips shape into a silent O. Wonwoo feels his heart rate increase when your breath starts to shudder with every exhale. He can tell you’re trying to hold back your moans and he really wishes you wouldn't. “Use your words, baby,” he says, his voice cracking as he pushes into you again. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want- hnnng, fuck,” you manage, right when his thumb presses down on your clit, and your back arches off the sofa. “Keep going. I’mhhmmmmm- almost there.”

A few more trusts have you toppling over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. Wonwoo presses his lips to yours, swallowing the moans that finally push their way out of your throat. Your thighs shake as he ploughs into you a few more times, finally picking up speed to chase his own climax. 

It's not long until Wonwoo half collapses on top of you, chest to chest, and he chuckles as both of you struggle to catch your breath.

"Still want me to suck you off?" you ask, half in jest, but you did promise. 

He pushes a stray lock of hair from your sweaty forehead, his hand stopping to rest against your cheek. "Maybe later." You beam at him and suddenly the room falls quiet, now that your breathing has levelled out. There's a faint rattle of gunfire coming from behind the sofa, and you exchange glances as something dawns on you both.

"Did you mute your—" 

“Oh shit, Soonyoung—“

[taechaos]

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from Textbook Love drabbles

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble(?), smut, college au

synopsis: “She’s too sweet,” Taehyung begins, “too kind, too nice, everything you’re not. You wouldn’t be trying to keep me away from her if you didn’t know that. Are you afraid she’ll like me better?”

warnings: slight angst, arguing, dubcon, mild violence

word count: 4.7k

a/n: ima need yall to submit jk gifs cuz it is taking me TOO long to find a good one 👺 not proofread.

The weekend is fun: students’ two days of temporary rest and catching up on their assignments. Jungkook doesn’t concern himself with the latter, but he does enjoy waking up later in the day and lying down on the grass with his arms crossed under his head, bathing in the sun without any worries. It’s peaceful, thinking thoughts of you with dimmed eyes while the breeze gently wafts past him.

But of course, Taehyung wouldn’t let him just enjoy his day without a hint of irritation. Good things never last anyway. He’s sitting in the middle of the field, a hot spot for relaxation, and feels the soil under his palms while observing his surroundings. Yoongi is with them, munching on a few snacks while scrolling through his phone as it quietly plays music.

“The girl at the party,” Taehyung begins before glancing at Jungkook through his sunglasses, “she was alone when I came back. You weren’t around either; did you cum too soon or something? I saw you two kiss.”

“I left,” Jungkook mumbles without opening his eyes.

“Why?”

“I was bored.”

“And where did you go?” he pries.

“None of your business.”

Taehyung scoffs at his dismissal before averting his gaze elsewhere. “I do have a guess.”

“Don’t start,” Yoongi warns him without looking up. The two best friends usually get into arguments in a matter of seconds daily, and Yoongi just wants to spend his day without having to break up a fight. Just this once, he hopes… but hope doesn’t save him.

“I’m just wondering if you actually went all the way back to campus to fuck another girl, who coincidentally also does your homework.” His tone is cool and collected, but it borders on mocking that usually goes unnoticed. He’s been around these two too long for them to miss, however. Yoongi sighs, dreading the response already.

Jungkook sits up on his elbows with a glare directed towards Taehyung. “How’s your ex holding up, Tae? You think she cheated on another guy yet?”

Neither of the two friends have a filter around them, no consideration for their words as they apathetically insult one another; but Jungkook can go too far, especially by bringing up old wounds. 

Taehyung was in a toxic relationship with his first girlfriend of two years, which took a huge toll on his mindset. Constant infidelity, endless forgiving, make up sex and catching her with another man after: a cycle that went on for over 24 months. The concept of love became tainted in his eyes, no longer interacting with the opposite gender if not to get laid, and Jungkook’s commensalistic - rather parasitic - relationship doesn’t disprove his hateful ideology. Love only consists of two people: a host who provides, and the parasite that selfishly takes it all. 

But he isn’t over the pain that lasted a year after the break up, which was shamelessly executed by the parasite: his former girlfriend. It took a lot of trust to open up about it to his friends, and it lifted a heavy weight off of his chest. Only this year did he stop thinking about her, until Jungkook asked about her so casually. It stings his heart only for a second, and he scoffs as Yoongi intervenes, “Both of you need to shut the fuck up.”

“If you guys want to talk about my relationships, then don’t get all whiny when I talk about yours.”

Taehyung swallows his pride and confidently answers, “I don’t know, Jungkook. I hear she’s doing well, but no information on her boyfriends. Your turn: what’s going on with that nerd?”

“Elaborate.”

“Are you two dating?” Yoongi asks exhaustedly. They just keep taking every opportunity to annoy each other, and it’s even overwhelming him at this point. 

Rolling his neck side to side in thought, Jungkook takes a moment to answer, “No.”

“Bullshit,” Taehyung spits. “You know what? Let’s just move on. I’m sure I could get proper answers from someone else.”

“If you have a death wish, that is,” he warns with a slight seethe before lying back down.

He doesn’t respond and hides a smirk, a couple having a romantic picnic ahead of him from a distance. He watches them for a few seconds before muttering to himself, “It’s not going to be my death.”

Yoongi and Jungkook chill on their own after Taehyung leaves. He’s roaming the campus in hopes of finding that one girl who is always wearing some school skirt and working 24/7 to find out what is so special about her. Jungkook might think he doesn’t notice them interacting, but behind that airhead facade, he’s observant. It’s not that big of a fucking secret either, they’re not deliberately hiding their strangely beneficial friendship or whatever. You stick out like a sore thumb in the yard, though there’s not many people to tell you apart from anyway.

He approaches you rather slowly, inspecting your figure first before meeting you. Your posture is straight and composed, fingers quickly typing away on your keyboard without even looking at them. You look so serious to him, a contrast to the radiant butterflies flying past you in such a bright environment. He wonders if you ever procrastinate or take breaks, and most importantly, how someone that appears so smart has fallen into such an obvious trap set by his best friend of all people. 

His hands are in his pockets as he speaks his first words to you. “Hi, I’m Taehyung.”

Your reaction is instant: a quick look at him and you’re already frowning. “I’m Jungkook’s best friend,” he adds in case you’ve seen him around before. 

“I don’t know you.” And with that distant reply, you return to your essay. If meeting Jimin has taught you anything, it’s that you can’t trust anyone who claims to know your lover. They are just using it against you… 

“Well, shit,” he laughs, “I didn’t realize you were so cold.” Your eyes don’t waver from your screen, so he tries another approach: “Are you the girl Jungkook left the party a few days back for?”

Your ears perk up in his direction, but you don’t show it. But he notices the pause in your taps before you continue typing, and he holds that against you. He takes a seat across from you, and your laptop covers your face from him. “I just wanted to meet the person that’s got him whipped enough to get high and run off to them.” You bite down on a smile and prolong your silence. “I guess I’ll talk to you when you’re not busy.” 

He stands up just as you tell him, “Wait, no, I’m not busy.” You close your laptop mid-way before hesitating, but slam it shut nonetheless. “Sorry.”

“You’re good.” He sits back down and clasps his hands on the table. “So what’s going on between you and him? He refuses to tell me, as if you’re his little secret.”

You shyly look down at your flats and twiddle your fingers on your lap. “We’re together… but he is very mysterious.”

It’s a good thing you don’t glance at him to hide your blush, because he’s a little skeptical. He puckers his lips and furrows his brows but controls his expression when you look up. He mentally curses for taking longer than a few seconds to respond; it’s suspicious. “I know right? I don’t know why he’s so reluctant to talk about you. You’re a total sweetheart.”

Approval from Jungkook’s friend: check. Will he like you more if you get along with his friends? The thought excites you, because at least this is someone he likes, unlike Jimin. “Thank you,” you shy a smile. “Um…”

You’re awkward: not Jungkook’s type, Taehyung notes. You’re obviously the host... “So is this a fling, or are you two serious?”

“We’re serious!” you immediately answer. “I love him, and he recently told me he loves me too. He used to kiss me for doing his homework, but now he does it out of nowhere.”

Wow… romantic. He suppresses a chuckle because he doesn’t want to laugh in your face, not when you’re so cute when you talk about him. Your eyes light up with a gleam, a lovesick smile gracing your face and now desperate to befriend him. You look like him when he was supposedly in love. You’re serious about Jungkook, but for how long? Especially when the other side of the relationship is not so committed. It should be mutual: with two hosts.

“Yeah?” he acts interested and raises his sunglasses up to his hair. “How does he act around you?”

“Well,” you start gushing, “he is a little closed off with his emotions.” True. “He doesn’t like me talking to other guys.” Ooh, interesting. “He can’t stand being ignored,” you chuckle. Can he now? “And… he is so cute when he’s jealous. He has this glare whenever I don’t give him enough attention, but he would never admit it. He likes being intimate with me, likes it when I reassure him. He never says it out loud though, I can just tell by looking at him. I’ve never felt this way for anyone, never fell in love with someone until I met Jungkook. I just want to make him happy because he used to look so sad when I watched him from afar.” A hopeless romantic.

Maybe if you didn’t sound so genuine and innocent, he would’ve made fun of you. But he just feels pity for someone who is so giving to someone who gives back so little. You don’t deserve it; don’t deserve to stay up working on so many assignments; don’t deserve to not have any hobbies; don’t deserve to be so unloved. You are pathetic, but it doesn’t turn him off.

Taehyung is a host too.

He clears his throat at the unexpected stirring emotions in his heart, “What do you love about him? Do you like being treated like shit or something?”

“He doesn’t treat me badly! He is like a light switch, you know? He doesn’t know how to act, sometimes sweet and sometimes… a little mean. I love him for his pure heart, and I believe that we are similar in a lot of ways.”

Taehyung can’t contain his snort. Similar? You are opposites. You are similar to him, not Jungkook. He feels… jealous. The pairing is just so ridiculous and flawed, but you’re neither of the two; you are just good. Taehyung can be good too. “So, what’s your Instagram user?”

The lack of commentary and escalation of the topic catches you off guard. It’s a distraction. “I don’t have an account,” you reply in confusion.

“Wow, I’d expect you to cyberstalk Jungkook on there,” he jokes with a laugh.

“He has an Instagram?”

He purses his lips, his grin faltering as he nods. He takes out his phone from his pocket to show you the account, and holds it in your face. Your lips part as you gently take it from him, curiously inspecting the collage of images. 

“He plays the guitar?” you ask in awe. You click on each picture to zoom in on them, and your heart jumps upon seeing his selfies while Taehyung hums. He is gorgeous in your eyes, and you want to keep up with his posts in hopes of seeing another selfie. These are hidden gems that Taehyung had the courtesy of providing to you.

“He’s learning,” Taehyung says, “you should sign up and post some pictures as well. You’re really cute.” His cheeky compliment makes you happy; he is basically giving you his blessing! 

“Thank you, and you’re right,” you chirp, “I will make an account after I finish this essay. Want to take a picture with me?”

It’s safe to assume that Jungkook wouldn’t mind you talking to his best friend, so why not expand your social circle? You’ll be more involved with his life this way. Taehyung stammers slightly before agreeing. He switches benches to sit next to you while you rummage through your backpack to find your phone. He finds it strangely endearing how you hold it, using your index finger to swipe between apps to find the camera. It almost stings his heart that you’re so old-schooled in a cute way. Once you angle it above you with your arm stretched out to your left, Taehyung appears to be behind you as he lowers his glasses. You smile brightly into the lens while he cutely puckers his lips. 

Click.

“Are you wearing perfume?” he asks before he can stop himself. Your scent tickles his nostrils sweetly, and he doesn’t know why he’s noticing so much about you or holding a conversation with a woman without being naked. It’s been a hot minute since Taehyung’s had such a platonic interaction, and it shouldn’t feel this nice. He shouldn’t want to continue it through social media either.

“Yes! Do you smell strawberries? I noticed Jungkook eating them before, so I use just about anything strawberry scented. Lotion, shampoo, shower gel…”

He tunes you out as you gush and focuses on the smooth movement of your lips. You’re too good, and Taehyung knows he isn’t the best person but at least he’s not as bad as Jungkook. I shouldn’t think like this… but am I wrong? He will break your heart. What if it’s the right time to intervene to save you from that misery, and be a friend to both of you? He doesn’t want you to fall apart and be completely crushed right in front of his eyes, not when he just witnessed how childishly happy and naive you are. It wouldn’t be fair to you, nor to the life lesson he was taught years ago.

And he then notices that you're wearing strawberry lip balm. 

“Jungkook kis-” -sed someone else before coming to you. You hum and tilt your head at his interruption, waiting for him to finish his sentence. “Jungkook… does love strawberries.”

Though your work ethics are questionable for how exhausting they are, it gets the job done sooner. The moment you’re assigned a task, you do it, regardless of if it’s yours or Jungkook's. Saturday evening and Sunday are free for you, so you spend your time outside after leaving your backpack in your dorm. You think you look silly, taking pictures of anything you find interesting to post on Instagram. You made an account, but it appears like a bot with its empty feed. Jungkook enjoys doing this, so you want to try it as well. 

You don’t stray far from campus because you’d easily get lost, and your gallery looks boring to you. The only decent photo you have is with Taehyung, but you want to post a picture with Jungkook before anyone else. You grumble under your breath while walking back to the dormitory building. You look through Jungkook’s posts again as you do so with a smile. 

A heavy arm slings over your shoulder and hitches your breath just as the culprit says, “What’s the rush?” He doesn’t even look at you, and you wonder if he recognized you from your clothes after coming up from behind you. 

“Jungkookie!” you cheer excitedly. He glances at you and quirks a brow at the nickname. His eyes then trail to your lit up phone and snatches it from you, which you don’t fight against.

“You’re stalking me?” He scrolls through his profile from your phone and smirks before stating, “I didn’t know you had an Insta.” The both of you enter the building with his arm still wrapped around you, which flutters your heart.

“I made one today, since you use it.” He exits his profile to look at yours. You’re in the elevator as you inform, “Taehyung told me.”

A pause, then a click. Jungkook snapped a photo of you when you pressed the button of your floor. “Pretty,” he comments while looking at your candid shot. You’re flattered and also happy that he’s joining your trip to your dorm. He hasn’t said a word of protest and takes the lead in going to your room. “What else?”

“Hm?”

“What else did he tell you?”

You rack your brain to remember anything significant to tell him. It was a long conversation: getting to know each other and more about Jungkook. “He told me you have an Instagram, then asked for my perfume, and then we talked about your love for strawberries-”

“Your perfume? Why was Instagram even brought up?” he presses, stopping in front of your door. 

You take out your keycard and shrug while swiping, “He asked for mine.”

The dorm is empty when you enter and sit on the edge of your bed. It’s very hard to not grin when you’re around Jungkook, but he doesn’t seem to care as he looks through your gallery. “Can we take a picture together?” you peep hopefully. 

“Of course,” he murmurs absentmindedly, intently staring at your phone. “We’ll take many pictures,” he looks up at you before leveling with the camera, “pose.”

You aren’t very educated on the art of posing per se, so you imitate the peace sign you saw him do with a wide smile and a hand on the bed. He is neutral when he snaps a picture with a shutter. 

“I want you to be in it.”

He drags his eyes away from the screen and his blank expression intimidates you. “Whose idea was it for you to make an account?”

“Um… Taehyung, why?” You lay your hands on your lap at the growing tension.

Taehyung went to this extent to get a reaction out of him? Is it possible that he’s this obnoxious? Or perhaps another motive…?

“I-Is he not your friend?”

Jungkook breaks his silence of thoughts with a scoff, “Oh, only the best.” You sigh in relief, though he says it with menace. Taehyung was curious about his relationship, not about your social media. He forcefully pushes you down on the bed and you hold back a gasp as he wraps his finger around your neck in a light chokehold with a thumb on your nether lip. Click. He then lowers his hand to your thigh, hiding half of it under your skirt with a gentle grap. Click.

Your cheeks flush at the compromising photos he’s taking and you nervously ask, “A-Am I going to post these?”

“Shut up.”

You seal your lips shut and he flips you on your stomach, palming your covered ass with your side profile in the frame, and another shutter resounds in the room. “Sit up.” You follow his command and turn around to face him. He pushes your hair to your back and his mouth latches onto your neck. He’s biting you while sucking on your flesh, and you release a breathy moan at the feeling of his tongue swirling on the sensitive skin. It hurts, but you don’t complain and try to make sense of the growing arousal in your lower region. He only pulls away after half a minute and you’re confused by the satisfied smirk on his face while eyeing the result. He angles your jaw to expose your neck better and snaps another photo. “These are all going on your account.”

At your nod of submission, he starts unbuttoning your shirt. “You’re prettier with a mark. My mark.” Your body tingles at the compliment and you help him undress yourself by unbuttoning the ends. “Take off your skirt,” he demands as he slips off his shirt with ease. All of your clothes go off one by one as he does the same, and you don’t have the time to feel shy as his lips collide so roughly with yours that you’re pressed down against the mattress again. You still haven’t gotten the hang of making out, but it doesn’t matter with Jungkook because although it flows naturally, he also takes complete control over you. He’s not gentle, not with the way his teeth clash against yours and tongue leaving trails of saliva all over your mouth. Your toes curl with desire and anticipation, and you tug at his briefs that outline his erection. The feeling of his warm breath on you silences all your thoughts and you can only react on primal instincts. 

His crotch brushes against your bare folds, slick with your leaking wetness. Kissing him this passionately always leaves you feeling needy, and it embarrasses you that you get turned on so easily. But you don’t realize that is his intention as he glides his fingers all over your labia, making sure you’re ready to take all of him. 

Kissing you this passionately always leaves him feeling horny, and it’s apparent with his cock begging to be taken out of the restraints of his underwear. You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing, but your lips are numb when he pulls away to position himself in your entrance. He doesn’t prepare you, but he doesn’t rush himself either as he painfully slowly enters you. You hold your breath and gawn on your swollen lip, moans catching in your throat and leaving as high-pitched hums. He sighs at the feeling of your pulsating walls. “God… always so tight. Don’t you ever touch yourself?”

He bottoms out and you whimper shakily at how full you are. The fact that he fits you like a puzzle piece convinces you that he’s your forever, your meant to be. Even with your lack of experience with other men, you believe no one can make you feel this dreamy. And to think he’s all yours now… “I-I don’t. I only want to do it with you.”

The atmosphere is so fragile, so romantic. It’s not your delusion this time, because he feels it too and it makes his heartbeat sync with yours: unsteady and rapid. And in the heat of the moment, he reveals, “I think I’m in love with you.”

A whine leaves you, so loud that it can’t be achieved with touch but with his words. It’s the utmost pleasure, and when he realizes what he said, he sets a rushed pace to distract himself from the embarrassment of pouring his feelings. You don’t allow him to forget as you echo, “I’m in love with you too.”

“No, no,” he denies with a shake of his head and it emits more love confessions out of you in a chain of ‘I love you’s, and he grunts, “Stop. Shut up!” He pins your forearms on either side of your head in a bruisening grip and thrusts into you harder. You have no choice but to scream in pleasure, unable to form coherent words when he’s practically fucking your brains out. 

His feelings of humiliation translate to his actions: he pushes himself down to the hilt, throbbing with lust but doesn’t chase his high. He doesn’t want you to talk, not when he’s blushing for more than one reason, so he ignores the contraction of his muscles and just fucks you until he can’t anymore, hypnotized by the bounce of your tits.

Maybe it’s a good thing that he’s so desperate, hitting your most sensitive spot with every thrust and making your eyes screw back. Neither of you can think, so loud and reckless until you reach your climax. It’s core shaking, as you cry out his name and tremble with stimulation. He’s never seen this expression on your face, one so twisted in pleasure and looking so erotic. It comes as a surprise and in the form of a punch in the gut as he savours your appearance before cumming inside you with a groan. A slip-up, a mistake, but he doesn’t care as he paints your walls in white, his load filling you up.

And he can’t regret it when he pulls out, because the drizzle of his cum spilling out of your pussy easily becomes his favorite sight. “Shit,” he whispers as more and more drips while you twitch and spasm from your orgasm. You don’t even realize what he’s done, and that makes his chest swell with pride; the most level-headed woman he knows is leaking with his release and stupidly doesn’t spare it a thought. And with that hickey on your neck? “You look fucking gorgeous,” he exhales. A bashful smile stretches across your face with eyes still tightly shut, and you don’t notice him grab your phone on the other side of the bed to take a picture of your stained pussy. 

“This one is for me,” he mutters to himself. Click.

After posting the softcore photos on your account and tagging himself in them, as well as a note of a pharmacy’s address across campus with a label written for you to get two separate contraceptives as an emergency and for your next creampie, he leaves your dorm. You fell asleep on him, and though he had wanted to join you, he decided to collect his scrambled thoughts and go to Taehyung’s dorm first. He isn’t livid, but he has a few questions to ask.

He’s playing cards with Yoongi, Taehyung’s roommate, as he patiently waits for his arrival. “What’s wrong about asking for her Instagram, though?” Yoongi asks before drawing out a card of ace. “Isn’t she our friend by association anyway?”

“It’s suspicious,” Jungkook murmurs while inspecting his deck. “Have you ever seen Taehyung with a girl before? As friends? He’s clearly trying to fuck her.”

Yoongi stifles a laugh, “That’s a reach. Besides, you two have shared a girl before. Are you actually dating her?”

Shuffling is heard behind the door until it swings open as Taehyung enters. “Kookie! What are you doing here?” He throws his keycard on his bed before hopping on Yoongi’s to watch their game.

It’s strained, Jungkook notices. His excitement is forced; why? “I came here for you,” he states bluntly. “A little birdie told me you’ve been talking to someone who belongs to me.”

“I didn’t realize she was your diary,” he tries to lighten the mood with a joke. “What’s the deal anyway? You said you weren’t dating her.”

Yoongi collects the deck of cards after Jungkook drops them, and shuffles them while eavesdropping. He’s sitting cross-legged across from Jungkook, and Taehyung is sitting on the edge of the bed next to him with his body turned sideways.

“I also said that unless you have a death wish, don’t talk to her,” he grits. “And asking for her social media? Are you into her now?”

Taehyung merely shrugs. “I thought she was pretty chill. I don’t know why you’re so mad.”

“She obviously means something to him, so I think you should just respect that, Taehyung,” Yoongi voices his thoughts while leafing the cards. Jungkook looks to the side and pokes the inner cheek of his mouth with his tongue but doesn’t argue.

“I think he’s just using her.” Jungkook’s reaction is instant as Taehyung’s nose instantly starts to bleed from the impact of his fist. Yoongi doesn’t look up. He holds a hand over his injury with a hiss and continues, “Really, Kook? A little too much, don’t you think?”

“Less than enough,” Jungkook fumes, “I like her, and she likes me. Just fucking leave it at that.”

“Couple of the year,” Taehyung chuckles mockingly, “I give it two days.” He stands up before Jungkook can hit him again. “Can’t wait to console her after your break-up, maybe she’ll fall in love with me next.”

Jungkook starts chasing him around the room as Taehyung runs without stopping his provocation. “Why so upset Jungkook? Do you see it happening too? I’m already imagining how tight-”

“You should leave, Jungkook.” Neither of them listen to Yoongi, so he yells, “Jungkook, leave!”

A moment of deafening silence passes as both of them pause to catch their breaths. “She’s too sweet,” Taehyung begins, “too kind, too nice, everything you’re not. You wouldn’t be trying to keep me away from her if you didn’t know that. Are you afraid she’ll like me better?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Jungkook spits with a heaving chest. “She’s loyal to me, but I’m sure you’re not familiar with that concept. No wonder your relationships only last one night.” With a final glare, he leaves as told to return to you. The only thing he needs right now is one more ‘I love you’ from you, as much as he hates it. Maybe he’s cruel, but he doesn’t know anyone who isn’t aside from you. 

Maybe Taehyung is just as cruel, fantasizing about all the ways he could be better for you before drifting off to sleep with a bandage over his wounded nose. He can just be a friend to both of you… he can be good too… 

[lonely-lost-soul]

Under the Floorboards pt. III

(Technoblade x Reader): Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII

     From that day on Tommy stayed with you and Technoblade in your collective house, Technoblade tried to establish some ground rules but Tommy being Tommy refused to listen to any of them. He was dead set on building a cobblestone tower as well as taking all of Technoblade’s golden apples instead of eating the golden carrots that were graciously given to him. Other than that, things seemed to be going okay for your little found family. Well, that was until Technoblade and Tommy got wind that a man named Dream was sniffing around the area. 

 Dream was an enigma to you, after hearing Tommy’s stories about the man you could only come up with two conclusions about him. One was that you had no idea what his motivations were in the first place and secondly you wanted to beat his ass for what he did to Tommy. As... unique as he could be at times no child deserved to be exiled and manipulated, it was disgusting. He was a sixteen-year-old boy who got caught up in too many wars and too much violence, you needed to protect him. So long as he was with you and Technoblade that’s what you planned on doing. That was what you silently vowed to yourself, even if Technoblade didn’t share the same sentiment. 

 Now, it seemed you were coming increasingly closer to voicing those feelings to the man himself. Tommy was shaking a little besides you he tried to look strong as Technoblade frantically told him to hide and splashed him with invisibility potions. He looked over at you next and grabbed your shoulders, he actually looked scared, which meant he wasn’t messing around. 

          “You need to hide too. God- there’s nowhere that he won’t check.” Technoblade mumbled, his brow creased, and he closed his eyes. “He CAN’T know about you! No one other than Tommy can, they’ll hurt you and-” Hesitantly you put your hands on his cheeks,  

         “Take a deep breath…” You said tenderly as he opened his eyes to lock with your own. “We’ll be okay, splash me with invis and I’ll stay by Edward, hopefully it’ll mask my particle effects.” He gave a worried nod; you pecked his lips tenderly to reassure him as he splashed you with the potion. Just in time too because a knock on the door sounded, for once Tommy was absolutely silent. You watched as a man who rivaled your boyfriend in size came through the door, your eyes widened at the white mask covering his face there was an almost haunting smile painted on it. You pressed your tongue against your teeth and watched him give a wave to your boyfriend. Even without seeing his face you could tell he was smirking coyly at him. Never one to be intimidated Technoblade gave him a casual greeting and their conversation about Tommy’s location began. You had to cover your mouth with your hands at one point to stop yourself from laughing as Techno began talking to ‘chat’ instead of talking to Dream. You watched as the masked man grew more and more angry at Technoblade’s antics, he began speaking about a favor and Techno reminded him that he believes in full reciprocity. At the end of the interaction, it took all of your strength not to punch Dream directly in his stupid masked face. Why the fuck did it sound like he wanted to murder a child? If Dream ever laid a finger on him again, he was personally going to feel your wrath. The potion wore off almost as soon as Dream disappeared over the hills, Techno immediately turned to Tommy anger written all over his face.

         “Where you eating my gapples that ENTIRE time?!” Tommy sputtered out an excuse about absorption and you watched Techno open the window and beckon Dream to come back. You gave Technoblade a look and he scoffed at you, 

          “I won’t let him hurt you again Tommy. I promise.” You swore looking down at him, and his face turned a little pink. Tommy cleared his throat and shook his head,

          “Thanks, Ms. Blade but I’m tough enough to fight him head on! Have no fear!” He pointed to himself with his thumb a proud smile adoring his face. You gave a little laugh and nodded in agreement, 

          “You definitely are. Thank you for reassuring me.” You hummed and his smile only seemed to widen, 

          “I’m more qualified to protect your girlfriend than you are it seems Technoblade.” 

 Technoblade looked unamused, his eyebrow twitching in distaste. “Tommy I literally hate you so much. You’re a nerd.” 

         “Play nice both of you.” You scolded them, “We have to work together and at least pretend to get along or it’s going to be a very long partnership.” They both nodded reluctantly, and Techno sighed tiredly, he ruffled your hair. The rest of the night was spent gathering some more food in hopes it would stop Tommy’s gapple eating tirade, it obviously wouldn’t but it didn’t hurt to try. After that all three of you turned in for the night, as both you and Technoblade were getting ready for bed he decided to speak up about the plan for the next day.

          “Tommy and I need to make a trek into L’manburg to find Phil and try to get my stuff back. I don’t want to leave you here alone considering what just happened today, but you also can’t come to L’manburg.” 

        “Bubs you know I’ll be fine here alone did we not just have this conversation?” You pinched his pointed ears, and he made a sound of protest. “I’ve got fighting skills, after all have you not been training me in the art of war?” You teased with a smirk, “I got this Blade.”

          “Okay, okay, okay.” He leaned forward and kissed you and you kissed him back without hesitation. You felt him squeeze your hand fondly before pulling away from you. “When we get back home, we’ll have a date night okay?” Technoblade whispered softly pressing his forehead to yours. 

          “Gonna be a bit hard with the raccoon boy snooping around.” You teased eyes sparkling in delight, 

         “I’ll send him on a quest for something or other. So, it’ll be just us, I swear.” The soft look on Technoblade’s face made your heart squeeze in your chest. He brushed your hair behind your ear, “I’ll make you dinner, and we can watch a movie.” 

          “Well don’t take too long then.” You sent a teasing wink his way and he smiled fondly back at you. You kissed him again pulling him down into the bed, you both bounced with a laugh. His pink hair hung down and framed his face gorgeously, his glasses slipped down his nose. You pushed them back up with your index finger and he went cross-eyed, “I’ll be looking forward to it.” 

 The next morning rolled around and after breakfast both boys reluctantly packed a bag with important things they needed for the day. Stepping outside with the two of them, Technoblade gave you a farewell kiss and you watched them disappear over the hills. They were most likely going to go cause problems for other people on purpose. Finally alone, you decided to check up on the nearby villages to see if they had any interesting trades that you and Techno could exploit. You slung a bag over your shoulder and placed a good portion of emeralds inside of it, you placed a few potions inside of the bag as well. As a precaution you also grabbed an axe and a sword, you had to be ready for anything after all. Shutting the door behind you, you started your trek through the snow-covered woods you heard the snow crunch under your boots and began to hum softly to yourself. You paused a moment and raised an eyebrow as you caught sight of a blue sheep wandering by, tilting your head to the side you approached it. 

        “Well, hey little guy.” You murmured reaching out and running your hand through the sheep’s soft wool. 

         “Oh, um excuse me!” A voice spoke from behind you, you jumped with a yelp as soon as you spun around you were met with a fully transparent man. He had a yellow sweater with a big gash in his torso, and a beanie resting atop his head. You tilted your head up and locked eyes with him, they were almost completely white.

 He was a ghost.

          “That’s Friend! She doesn’t really like others petting her but it’s okay because you didn’t know.” The ghost smiled; it was contagious as you felt yourself smiling back at him.

         “My bad, my names (Y/n). What’s yours?” 

         “Oh! I’m Ghostbur! It’s nice to meet you miss, I’ve never seen you around here before. Are you new to the SMP?” He tilted his head floating around you, almost as if to get a better look at you. You focused more on his name, Ghostbur, which means this was Wilbur Soot, ex-president of L’manburg, and ‘brother’ of Tommy and Technoblade. 

 You cleared your throat and rubbed the back of your neck. “No, I’ve lived in this area for a while, but I’m a wandering adventurer. I trade with the villages around here for interesting collectables stuff like that. I don’t do much of that now though.” You watched the ghost’s eyes widen a little,

          “That’s so cool!” He praised, “I bet you have a ton of cool stories.” 

          “Yeah, there’s been a few close calls, but I’ve made it back alive and well- oh shit no offense.” You winced a little and he laughed shaking his head, 

          “No worries it’s okay! I’m fine with being dead you know, no one really liked who I was alive, so this is better for everybody.” He puffed out his chest a little and a big smile spread across his face, that only caused you to frown. You reached out to try and touch him and your hand went right through the man, you both seemed to shiver at that, and he looked at you in shock. 

      “I’m sorry to hear that...that must be really hard.” Wilbur’s jaw dropped at your response, he floated around a bit awkwardly. If he wasn’t floating, he would’ve been shuffling on his feet in a nervous manner. 

       “N-No it’s…Wilbur was a horrible, horrible man.” He took a deep breath and began to throw some sort of blue substance on the ground in a rapid manner, you watched as he began to mutter and breath heavily. 

        “Woah, woah, woah I’m sorry don’t freak out!” 

         “I’m not, I'm okay see, see I’m fine and happy. Very happy with everything that’s going on so no worries okay! Here.” He tossed the blue substance at you and you collected it with a weary smile, “Have some blue it’ll make you feel better.” You thanked him quietly and you both stood there a bit uncomfortably that was until thunder rumbled overhead. “Oh no…I melt in the rain.” 

         “Here why don’t you come with me.” You smiled softly, “I know a place where you can wait out the storm.” 

          “Aw thank you.” Ghostbur clapped, “Friend can come too right?” 

          “Of course.” 

          “Good. Then lead the way.” He chirped as Ghostbur followed you back the way you came, now before you get too mad at yourself you should know that Technoblade had informed you that during his ‘execution’ Ghostbur had visited him at his home. If he didn’t share that information with you, you’d be never revealing Technoblade’s base. As the house appeared over the mountains the ghost looked over at you with a bright smile, “Oh! That’s my friend Technoblade’s house, do you live with him?”

         “I do.” You smiled fondly and watched his smile grow excitedly, “He’s helped me out quite a lot.”

         “That’s wonderful! Technoblade usually never helps people unless he likes them or if they can do something for him in return. You must be very special, are you two together?” He only had to glance at you for a moment before laughing excitedly, “You are! That’s wonderful!” Ghostbur chirped, clapping his hands as he phased through Technoblade’s door, officially safe out of the rain, turned snow. You had let Friend inside as well and Ghostbur continued talking “Tell me how you met, please, please, please.” Seeing how excited the ghost was you melted, he won your heart just like Tommy. However, you had to keep in mind his alive self-did blow up an entire nation and that couldn’t be just brushed away like he seemingly was trying to do, you can’t erase the past. You can only accept what happens, learn from it, apologize and grow. However, you didn’t see the harm in sharing how the both of you met so you began to retell the tale to Ghostbur, the entire time he had an almost bittersweet look on his face. 

         “I was married once...her name was Sally. She...left though. But I still had my son, Fundy and we did the best we could together.” Ghostbur said fondly his eyes softening,

         “I’m sorry...that must’ve been really hard for the both of you.” 

         “It’s alright! She was a salmon, so she was going to swim away eventually.” 

         “Like- like an actual salmon?”

          “Yes?” 

The silence that stretched into the room was deafening, you cleared your throat deciding not to dwell on the fact that the ghost in front of you very likely fucked a fish. You hoped to god she was some sort of shapeshifter, in fact that’s what you were going to believe. You managed to break the silence by asking about Fundy, and the way he gushed about him was nothing less than fatherly. It was sweet and you listened intently to him, Fundy seemed like a good kid, a bit quirky but you were dating a blood god so who were you to judge? Eventually the snow outside stopped and the sun began to peek out from behind the clouds. Ghostbur glanced out the window and decided it was time for him to head out with Friend. It was about midday and you were almost sad to see him go. 

 Alone again.

You still had hours to kill before Technoblade and Tommy reappeared, so you figured it was about time to start doing some chores. 

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         “Ghostbur what’re you doing here?” Fundy murmured softly, looking over at the ghost with an exhausted expression. His ears were pressed back against his head, talking to the man who was once considered his dad always made him exhausted. Wilbur, or Ghostbur now, really was pitiful.

         “Can’t I visit you every once in a while!” Ghostbur hummed a smile plastered on his face as Fundy frowned. 

         “Preferably not. Plus...I’m a little busy right now I’m meeting up with Quackity and the Butcher Squad to talk about Techno again.” 

         “OH! Technoblade! I just spent the loveliest morning with his girlfriend, she was absolutely wonderful! She asked all about you and just adored Friend-”

         “Rewind, Technoblade’s what?” Fundy’s jaw dropped to the floor and he felt a hand on his shoulder, the young fox man stiffened. He looked to the side and saw Quackity besides him, Ranboo was next to him but Tubbo stood a little ways away. 

        “Yeah Ghostbur. Do continue.” Quackity grinned, his missing tooth sticking out from his last encounter with Toothpick. Ghostbur wilted a little bit and his eyebrows creased on his forehead, he fucked up didn’t he? 

        “I-um nothing actually I misspoke.”

        “Did he misspeak Fundy, cause to me it sounds like we have new leverage against Technoblade.” Quackity laughed a crazed look in his eyes, “Once again Ghostbur I have to thank you for the great information.” 

        “You’re welcome…” He murmured weakly, as Quackity stepped besides the ghost. 

        “Get your weapons boys, it’s time to pay the Technoblade household another visit.”

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Hey guys! Pt. III is officially up! Technoblade’s livestreams huh? :) 

Also friendship with Tommy ended Ranboo’s my new favorite child.

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