#only im not drunk yet im just bad at typing

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

@sin-and-punishment @nikokopuffs @mimic-of-hysy @a-nuisance-called-sam yall i think we all have a bit of a type,,,, tbh the unified aesthetic is pretty sexy ngl

[seiwas]

there is a very specific image in my head of early-mid 20’s iwaizumi hajime

[reidmania]

ILL ALWAYS COME GET YOU | SPENCER REID

description ;

Drinking your feelings after a bad day isn’t always a great idea, good thing your boyfriend, Spencer will always come get you.

Warnings ;

Fluff, slight angst but nothing crazy I dont think there is any gender mentioned, but let me know if there is, Mentions alcohol consumption, bad day at work, crying, basically spencer just comforting the fuck out of drunk reader. I think thats it.

a/n ;

i need spencer reid to comfort me when im drunk. NOT MY GIF!!

There was heavy blows of cold air that passed through the streets, the ones which were only being lit by the half broken street lights on every corner.

You could hear the faint sound of the music playing inside the bar that you had just stumbled out of, mixed with the cars driving past on the street. After maybe 5 drinks too many, everything was a little bit blurry, everything sort of sounded the same all at once.

Shaky hands reached for the phone that was buried somewhere in your big jacket pockets. The jacket was big and warm — not enough to shield you from the cold air.

Was it a smart decision to go to the bar and drink your body weight in alcohol — no, but emotional and stressed, you weren’t completely thinking straight when leaving work at merely 5pm, it had been hours, nearing 11.

It was meant to just be a couple of drinks to take the pressure off, then when the bartender asked you if you were okay, and the tear-flood started, every drink after that was a no brainer, soon enough you had enough to no longer worry about the damage the amount of alcohol you were consuming would do to your bank account.

Your hands fumbled with your phone, grateful for face ID since you doubted you would be coordinated enough to type your password without messing it up countless times and ending up locking yourself out of it.

It was a slight struggle trying to press on your contacts, when a few — probably just as drunk people, walked out of the bar behind you, reminding you that you were still stood in the doorway. After you shuffled over slightly, now out of the way. Your eyes stared at Spencer’s contact through blurry vision, considering whether or not it was worth calling — He was still working when you last spoke, maybe he was still at the office, busy, or better yet in bed asleep.

After a small sigh left your lips, the warm air from your mouth contradicting the cold air on the streets, a stem of steam followed your breath, which you found fascinating in your drunken state for a moment, before your attention was pulled back to your phone by the ringing sound.

Seeing Spencer’s contact light up your phone brought a small smile to your sad face, you were quick to answer, yet it took a minute to realise you had to put your phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You heard Spencers voice, softening a piece of your chest slightly. You assumed maybe he had been saying hello for the few seconds it had taken for you to pull your phone to your ear.

“Hi” You muttered back, drunk feet shuffling slightly as your words slurred. There were a few people still wandering around, going in and out of the bar, talking to each other or giving you strange looks which would’ve made you a little more insecure if the alcohol didn’t influence that part of your mind.

“Hey angel.” Spencer said, letting out a soft sigh of relief hearing your voice. “Where are you? You aren’t home” He said, voice itching with slight concern.

Your lips parted as you realised he had come home and you weren’t there — which would’ve been confusing because he knew you finished work hours ago, maybe you should have told him beforehand that you were planning on drinking your feelings in tequila shots.

“Im drunk” You said, not quite processing the question you had been asked.

You could hear Spencer chuckle on the other side of the phone, “I can tell baby, Where are you?” He asked, his voice was so soft and gentle, it almost made you emotional.

“Um” You hummed, spinning on your heels which only caused you to stumble slightly over your phone feet as you looked at the bar, which had its name written across the top, only that was a bit harder to read within your blurry vision.

“I dont know.” You pouted slightly, “That one bar” You muttered, hoping maybe he would know the exact one you were talking about. You assumed he would — it was the closest bar to your shared home, and the one you two went most often.

“Yeah?” He muttered, you nodded. Yet he couldn’t see that. There was a sound of slight shuffling on the other side of the phone, before you heard a door open and shut.

“I don’t think I can drive” You frowned as you looked around to try and find where your car was parked, you had come straight after work.

Spencer chuckled again. The sound was so comforting to you in your drunken state. Maybe it was silly how it made your downturned lips shift upwards into almost a smile.

“Im gonna pick you up, Angel. Just stay where you are for me okay?” He said. You heard another door open and close, which you assumed was his own car door. You hummed softly in agreement.

For the course of the next few minutes there was no conversation had between the two of you, you sat silently watching the cars on the street, while Spencer drove the few minutes down the road to the bar.

Soon the call ended, leaving you to frown as you stared at the phone, seeing it go back to where it was before you answered the call — on his contact. Before you even got the chance to call him back and cry about how rude it was for him to hang up on you like that, you heard your name being called.

Your head turned to the sound of his voice. He was standing there — still in his work clothes, making your frown only deepen, he hadn’t even had the chance to relax or change before he had to come pick you up.

“Hey baby” He cooed, taking your face in his hands as stood in front of you, taking in your puffy eyes and flushed cheeks. His thumb rubbed soothingly over the soft skin on your face.

You subconsciously leaned into the touch of his warm hands as you looked up at him, “You’re here” You said, sighing softly as you relished the warmth his body radiated.

He nodded, “Of course Im here. You wanna get home? You’re freezing.” He said, shaking his head softly, moving his hands from your face to your hands — which were seemingly colder.

You nodded wordlessly, he took that and wrapped his arm gently around your waist, leading you to his car. You tried not to stumble but it wasn’t working, without Spencer there holding your body tightly against his own you probably would’ve already fallen flat on your face. If he noticed your stumbling — he didn’t say anything.

He helped you into the passenger seat, before leaning over you slightly to pull your seatbelt on, despite your best efforts to do it yourself.

“But my car—” You muttered, sitting up a bit straighter as the realisation dawned on you that your car would be left here, your head turned slightly as the passenger seat door closed, Spencer didn’t say anything, before walking over to the drivers seat.

He got in. He must of noticed your distressed eyes staring at him when he looked over at you, pulling his own seatbelt on. “Your car is fine honey, we can come get it in the morning.”

You chewed at your lip as you looked down, nodding wordlessly at his solution. He drove without saying anything, but his hand sat warmly ontop of your thigh, thumb rubbing up and down gently as your head laid back against the head rest.

When you arrived outside your shared home, Spencer was quick by your side helping you out of the car and into the house, where he sat you down on the couch. The house was warm, which lead you to believe he had turned the heater on when he got home — or before he left to pick you up.

He returned to the living room with a large glass of water. “Drink” He hummed, handing you the glass. His hand stayed holding it till he was sure you had it tight in your grasp.

You nodded, taking a few small sips of it, before lowering it slightly. He shook his head dismissively, “All of it, Honey.” He said, two of his fingers brushing under the glass, encouraging it back up towards your lips.

You sighed, before obeying. Taking a few larger sips of water before the glass grew empty. Spencer hummed approvingly, taking the glass from your hands; standing up.

“Where are you going?” You pouted, looking up at him with a small hitch in your eyebrows. You could feel the heat blowing down from the ceilings, onto your bare legs.

Spencer paused in his movements, giving you a soft smile as he noticed your concern — as if you believed maybe he was leaving. “Getting you more water” He said.

“Spence.” Your tone was warning, dismissive of the idea of having to drink another large glass of water. He just continued walking to the kitchen. You heard the tap turn on and off before he returned, placing the glass on the coffee table in front of you rather than in your hands.

“You don’t have to drink this one all in one, you can just sip it” He said, before taking a seat next to you again, watching your head nod up and down softly.

You chewed at your lip, avoiding his gaze as even in your drunken state, your mind couldn’t seem to stop working over time — which was what got you in this position in the first place.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked softly, his body turning more towards your own. You looked up at him for a moment. It was a dangerous question he was asking, especially in your current state.

“I don’t know” You shrugged. It was the best you could muster up without spilling every little doubt in your mind. You didn’t know. You guessed that drinking your emotions automatically meant you weren’t okay, but it wasn’t like you were dying, or anything you wouldn’t get over.

Spencer sighed, a frown tugging at his lips as he watched you in your own world, living in your head. He knew you did this — overthought everything, worked yourself up.

“Why did you drink?” He asked, realising this may get more of an answer out of you to what was actually the matter — what the cause of your drunken state was.

You leant into his shoulder slightly, head resting on his chest, under his chin. His arm wasted no time wrapping around you shoulder, only pulling you in closer.

Your voice was quiet, words still slight slurred as you spoke — but they had been the whole time. “Work sucked” Your voice was barley audible — Your boyfriend would’ve missed it if he hadn’t been paying you his full attention.

That was a rare occasion anyways.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asked, hand rubbing soothingly over your clothed arm. You were quiet for a moment as you felt the tears reoccur in the back of your eyes. It seemed they had been there all day.

You shrugged, only making his frown deepen. He realised quickly — talking about it was not what you needed right now, what you did need in this moment — he was unsure of.

So he asked; “What do you need honey?”

You felt a hot tear against your cheek at the question. You were quick to wipe it away, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

“Can you just hold me?” You asked, he could hear the sadness in your voice, the need and desperation for some sort of comfort.

He places a gentle kiss to the top of your head, humming in response. “Course I can. Do you want to go change? Get into bed?” He asked softly, pulling you slightly away from his chest to look at your face, his own falling slightly as he noticed the big wet tears on your cheeks.

You nodded as a soft sob rippled from your throat, making his frown deepen. His thumb was instantly wiping your eyes softly. “Oh sweetheart” He cooed at your sad eyes. “Come on, lets go to bed”

Before you could even move to stand, his arms were around your waist, lifting you up gently. His hands holding you close to his chest as he walked to your shared bed room.

The entire way he was muttering sweet nothings into your ear, reminding you that everything was okay, that he loved you.

He placed you gently on the bed as he walked towards the wardrobe, He changed himself quickly into his pyjamas, any other time you would’ve cooed and adored the way he looked.

“Your clothes or mine?” He asked. It wasn’t an uncommon question, sometimes after showing together he would ask you if you wanted to wear his clothes or your own. It was a cute nothing.

“Yours.” You muttered, hand pulling to brush strands of hair out of your face as you watched him nod, grabbing out a pair of your own sweatpants, his t-shirt, and your favourite hoodie of his.

It was funny at first when you discovered he actually owned hoodies.

He was by your side moments later, gently pulling the big coat off your shoulders, before undressing you from the business attire you had been wearing all day, helping you into the clothes he had brought out for you.

Only minutes later your head was resting against his chest — the tears had officially stopped, his arms wrapped around you as your legs intertwined with his.

“Take the day off tomorrow” He whispered softly into your hair. You could feel the alcohol slowly processing away, not enough to be sober but enough to be a little more there.

You would’ve argued any other time, but you just nodded against his chest, before leaning away slightly, reaching over to grab your phone from where Spencer had plugged it in on your beside table.

He chuckled, grabbing your arm, “Tomorrow baby, not now.” He said softly.

You again didn’t argue, returning to your position before, hand scrunching into the fabric of Spencer’s pyjama top gently. “Thank you for coming to get me” You muttered tiredly as your eyes closed, breathing in his scent that only soothed every muscle in your body.

“I’ll always come get you.”

[ejundo]

˗ ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

loud outgoing m. reader x introverted cold quiet oc [damien z.]

warnings . + ♡

semi-public ? , hickeys [claiming?} , teasing , alcohol , drinking , drunk sex, hate sex blabla, pwop, slight bruise (just aggressive sex) , manhandling, .. spit for lube, not proofread , reader is implied to have a cock. bad grammar&purposely lowercase! ｡>﹏<｡

smut fem dni. ty!

it's... a mystery to how you and damien zicado ever became friends... the two of you had always had pointless arguments and were clearly polar opposites, everything about you guys. whether it would be the... style! or your personalities. it was different.

see.. you were extremely obnoxious and loud, in a somewhat comforting way. to the point it aggravated damien heavily, you and damien just couldn't stand each other at all. you. thinking of damien as a boring boy who had nothing interesting about him, of course you weren’t wrong. there was nothing intriguing about damien, yet that didn’t stop him from having a decent amount of friends, those same friends being your friends and that is how you met!

. ♡

"damien, you are seriously annoying the hell out of me!" the angry voice spat out your angry voice, you and damien zicado were in a heated argument their only friends who had invited them had went off .. somewhere in the loud club. it was honestly a surprise that the two could even hear each other bickering back and forth.

your face was scrunched up as your eyes squinted at damien giving him a weird look. he simply rolled his eyes at you "oh wow really? me? annoying? woah! get this y.n l.n im not you! " damien spat back. continuing to go off on each other, some people looking at you and him with concern.

damien furrowed his eyebrows the alcohol was fueling his anger as he looked at your figure with hate yet a hint of lust could be seen behind those eyes and it was clear that the two wanted each other so.. badly. well.. he wanted you so badly. the lust was evident and practically surrounded him. causing you to be as enchanted, that didn’t stop you from talking back to him.

though…

in a flash, you were suddenly grabbed by your wrist and held against the wall that damien was previously leaning on "you never know when to shut up. well let me just help you out yeah?" blinking rapidly you didn’t know what to feel other then shock. a whimper left your lips as both his hands held yours against the wall.

by the way damien was holding your wrist it was clear that it would leave a somewhat bruise. his grip tightened as damien pulled you in, lips connecting as damien leaned into it, to shocked to even process what was happening you just let it happen. confusion overwhelmed your body as you tried processing the situation. kissing a hot dude— or rather making out with a hot dude after some heated argument. both a loss and a win?

you had tried to calm down before realizing that he taking a deep breath through his nose and leaned into the session, tongue and all.

the grip on your wrist loosened and soon enough it turned into a more passionate and heated kiss, smiling in relief as you wrapped ur arms gently around his neck. damien opened his eyes and remembered that you and him were still in public

“mmm, as much as i want to show everybody how good i’m gonna treat you… we wouldn’t want to be seen as those types of people right baby?..” damien hummed as he caressed your waist. you could only nod a smile on your lips as you held onto damien for dear life…. this man was doing something to you.

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you heavily panted as you stared hatefully at damien throuh the mirror,all he was doing was prepping you with his finger and you were acting a mess..

“f..-ngh! fuck….” you gripped onto the bathroom sink as your legs shook uncontrollably. “damien….th…iss is extremely, unsanitary…..” you hissed, damien hummed as he patted your right ass cheek gently. He looked at you through the mirror making direct eye contact, a grin plastering on his face as he watched you become flustered at the contact.

“that’s to bad?… if you want me so badly then you can deal with it.” damien pulled his fingers out a whine emerging from your lips at the sudden emptiness only to be silenced by damien’s fingers “be a good boy and clean ‘em. please.” he said quietly, you did as told damien watching you intently before focusing his self to your ass? or rather something else. you shook your head and continued sucking on the fingers.

you observed your appearance, obviously looking more disheveled compared to damien as half of your clothes were discarded except for your shirt… surprisingly… meanwhile damien was still fully dressed in his lazy clothing… despite going to a club he still wore baggy lazy clothing… no wonder you hate him.

rolling your eyes you opened your mouth to signal that you were done cleaning the fingers. he dragged them lazily out of your mouth and rested his other hand on your hip, now using his dominant hand. focused on the mirror u watched as damien pulled a condom out of his pocket raising an eyebrow. was he planning this or did he just want to get a fuck?

shaking the thought you let out a soft sigh until you hears damien spit, you looked back at him and watched as he lathered the spit “you bought a condom but not lube?” damien glanced over to you, he furrowed his eyebrows before focusing back on his own cock.

you were surprised he didn’t say anything back but shrugged it off. “if you want to stop, safe word is…. green. and if you cant speak, knock harshly on the sink 4 times, alright?” you nodded, and held the counter.

damien wasted no time in fucking you, he slammed in a gasp erupted from your mouth as you lifted your leg in surprised, “hng— fuck!—“ you held your mouth as damien went at an almost inhumane speed. well, thats how it seemed.

groans and grunts were coming from damien meanwhile loud whines and whimpers erupted from you, legs shaking and back arched as sweat trailed down your face and legs. taking a glance into the mirror damien looked like he was in a trance. removing your hand you replaced it with the sink gripping tightly and harshly, "mmhnn.. fuck!- damien..." whispering his name. He was holding your waist so tightly you were extra positive you were gonna get bruises.. seeing that a bruise was forming on your wrist from earlier... many minutes later, you were reaching ur climax "dami- hnhh.. im gonna cum......" you whimpered as you stared up at the mirror, you didn't expect to see damien staring right back, with a grunt he nodded, possibly saying that you could cum. not like you were gonna listen if he told you not too..

and so, you held the sink even tighter as your back arched a loud whine erupting as you reached your climax, the white goo shooting to the floor. damien followed behind as he stopped thrusting. though it was weird.. as you could feel the warmth of his cum seeping inside.

"i thought you wore a condom..." you managed to mutter, he pulled his cock out before glancing at the broken condom. "woops... i don't have anything and I hope you don't either.." you simply shook your head. "im not a hoe." damien rolled his eyes before his head snapped towards the noise, causing for you to look aswell.

it was his and your friend staring at the two of you. with pure shock on their faces..

"err.. awkward..?"

. ♡

this didn't take aslong as i thought it would? BUT i am glad that i finally posted something after like.. 4 weeks. maybe idfk..? but ATLAS! i am donee :3 i hoped you enjoyed meeting damien "zicardo" Z. !!!!!! meowmeow byeee [MY REQUEST ARE OPENN!! pls request i need more motivation.. and you guys are able to ask literally anything idm :D]

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~□☆ seventeen imagines:

☆Types of kinks I think Seventeen has [hyung line version]

[ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT JUST FUCK OFF IF YOU DON'T LIKE THINGS LIKE THESE:) ]

[ Maknae line version ]

• masterlist • ps: reader here is a female with vagina and breasts and identifies as a female as well •

☆Seungcheol: (soft dom who goes hard eventually)

Breeding kink: this man wants kids so bad. Of course he'll talk with you about it and if you don't want kids he'll still love to fill you up with your consent of course.

Foreplay: please we all know he radiates big dick energy. Hence he needs to prepare you well before he uses the actual thing.

Very light bondage: loves tying up your hand with a piece of silk cloth

Creampie: he can and will make you cum more than once. And will make you squirt too <3

Praise kink: He. Has. A. Huge. Praise. Kink. He literally worships you and your body and well how good you're doing.

Daddy kink: self explanatory im hoping.

Thigh riding: he loves to see you struggle to get off, on his thigh without his help.

Extras: he's always so ready to try different positions when you tell him to.

☆Jeonghan: (switch with a sub lean who teases you a lot)

Edging: this man loves, literally loves to control your orgasm so that you cum hard later.

Oral fixation: either you are giving him the best head of his life or he's pussy drunk so he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

Sensory deprivation: he loves it when you blindfold him he loves the adrenaline rush he gets while anticipating what you might do next.

Pegging: he took a lot of time to open up about this and when he did he had the best experience ever.

Degradation: when he's taking control he will be like "only my fucking cock can make you feel this way and make a moaning mess of you right kitten" and so on<3

Overstimulation: he wants, sorry needs you to push his limits. It goes the same way around for you as well.

Extras: this man is very vocal. He will moan loudly. And has the ability to make you moan loudly as well.

☆Joshua: (the soft yet mean asf dom)

Edging: he loves to see how frustrated you get when he stops and doesn't lets you cum.

Shower sex: very self explanatory I'm hoping

Cockwarming: the warm feeling of your pussy around his cock. He loves it when you squeeze around his cock too.

Dacryphilia: he loves to make you cry on his cock, literally loves to see how desperate you become to reach your orgasms. "Fucking hell you're so pretty when you cry baby" that's what Joshua says.

Squirting: again, he loves to make you cry so he would push your limits a little bit if you give him the consent.

Praise kink: "being such a good girl for me yeah" "you're doing so fucking good baby" "you're driving me crazy do you realize that" yeah this man would go crazy.

Extras:he sometimes would let you ride<3 he would have his hands grabbing your hips while you ride him and cry on his cock<3.

☆Jun: ( soft dom through and through until he's- well- all riled up )

Edging: with his fingers and mouth until he uses the real thing.

Marking: he loves, literally loves to give you hickeys on your neck.

Creampie: he can and will make you cum twice to fill you up.

Overstimulation: he's soo pussy drunk he craves and needs more.

Bondage: he likes tying your hands only if you're okay with it and will try something new as well if you talk about it to him.

Sensory deprivation: he loves to blindfold you. Also he's into wax play

Mirror sex: this man's a menace as we all know. He literally loves the position where you're bent over on the edge of the bed while the mirror right beside the bed displays everything. He'll make you look at yourself while whispering "see how it's me who makes you scream like this baby". Yeah he's a menace.

Extras: he has a thing for you in lingeries because he loves foreplay.

☆Wonwoo (soft to kinda hard dom)

Edging: he enjoys it so much when you get frustrated because he isn't letting you cum. Oh and he will make you cry outta too much pleasure later on.

Dacryphilia: he will make you cry on his cock. No one can stop.

Choking: I hope that's self explanatory or should I say he loves it when silent moans slip from your lips and squirm a bit under him.

Daddy kink: I mean you can't convince me that this man doesn't have a daddy kink.

Degradation: oh he gets cocky on how you're crying on his cock begging for more.

Thigh riding: he loves it when you ride his thigh while hold onto him and he will kiss you while doing so with his hand on your hips while the other hand caressing through your hair.

Very light bondage: like tying your hands or just holding your hands together by the wrist while he thrust hard.

Extras: he has a thing for skirts because he likes how it slides up to your waist during the process and how easy access he gets as well, he can and will make you sit on his lap.

☆Woozi (switch with a dom lean but a switch)

Foreplay: he loves the intimacy of those kisses and touches all over each other's body before the actual thing takes place.

Creampie: this man loves it in a messy way with his cum dripping outta your pussy.

Squirting: told ya he loves it so so messy getting his freaking studio couch wet.

Slight like very slight exhibitionism: since he's fucking you in his studio.

Reverse cowgirl: this man loves literally lovesss groping your ass.

Mommy kink: he has a mommy kink you can't tell me otherwise. He gets very vocal when you ride him. He loves it when you take control and make a mess of him.

Praise kink: showers you with praise and makes you remember that you're the prettiest girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

Extras: he'll make you sit on his cock for hours when he's working. He relishes that warming yet tight feeling of your pussy.

☆Hoshi: (a pure switch with a slight sub lean)

Marking: he loves leaving bite marks and hickeys on your neck and chest.

Mommy kink: he'll moan so fucking loudly and lewdly when you ride and call him a babyboy.

Praise kink: it goes both ways. He showers you with praise. You shower him with praise as well.

Orgasm control: in other words edging. He has to see you struggling to cum. He wants you to beg for it as well.

Oral fixation: he's so pussy drunk too. He'll eat you out as well as finger you until you can't take it any more.

Creampie: another man who loves it so so messy. He'll make you squirt eventually as well and then he'll eat you out just to overstimulate you more.

Overstimulation: the sight of you squirming and crying on how good he makes you feel is literally heaven to him

Extras: he has a great stamina and will go on all night long in various positions until you're crying. He likes to bend you over on the table the most.

~~☆~~

a/n: I'm working on that Hoshi fanfic presently but i can't guarantee you when exactly I'll post.

Also here's the taglist till now: @hongmingoo @shuabby1994 , @nishloves , @unlikelysublimekryptonite , @asyre , @yumiyumis-blog

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[parkerluvsu]

Sorry if i'm asking for too much but girl we desperately need a full fic of cowboy!Art 🛐. Like Art seeing another cowboy approach you and him feeling so jealous and possessive even you're not his yet and him finally finding the courage to confess his love to you but you reject him or something and he starts working harder to get you to accept him 🧎‍♀️🛐

omg not asking for too much at all!!! tried to make this as long as i could but im just so bad at translating my thoughts to words so.. hope u like it <3 (also no i don't know anything about cowboys or rodeos so please forgive me)

PonyBoy (Art Donaldson)

cowboy! art donaldson x fem! reader

late summer nights in july were always your favorite, the captivating sunsets and low-flying june bugs only adding to your enjoyment. usually, people in your small town could be found smoking or knitting on their creaky front porches on a pretty night like this but tonight was a special occasion, with every person who could manage the walk to the outskirts of town or snag a ride in the bed of a truck packed into the rickety seats of the outdoor arena, waiting for the rodeo show to begin. you near the entrance to the venue, tapping your foot anxiously. the most famous rodeo cowboy in your town, art donaldson, is facing another challenger from the next town over. of course you wanted your cowboy to win, there's always been rivalry between your two towns, and now that there was an outlet to outperform each other, both towns showed out for their cowboys.

art donaldson had been the talk of the town since he hit the scene a couple years ago, renowned for his skills and many trophies in rodeos across the state but especially popular among young women and men who found themselves extremely attracted to his strong frame and pretty blond hair. you never caught onto the craze though, thinking he was too good to be true. you'd been scorned a few times in your life by those pretty cowboy types, so you just leaned back in your seat and watched as fans of art crowded around the entrance where he would soon emerge.

as the lights dim over the arena the crowds roars become louder, the claps and woops of fans young and old echoing through the space. you almost have to cover your ears when the announcer yells at the crowd to settle down and welcome the challenger from the neighboring town. boos and yells now fill the stadium, as arts opponent preens at the attention coming from the crowd, tipping his obscenely huge cowboy hat at you, winking smugly. you roll your eyes, turning your head to the spotlight illuminating the entrance where art would soon emerge. the energy in the arena immediately changed when art entered the ring, and even you couldn't resist standing up and clapping and cheering for him like the rest of the fans in the crowd. you swore you felt his eyes on you when he was waving at the crowd, but you were just imagining it.. right?

the rodeo goes by in a flash, you're not surprised that art comes out on top in the end. he rides his horse in a celebratory circle around the ring, when he gets to your section your stomach drops as he tips his hat at you, a small smirk on his face. you look away, reasoning that he probably does this with every girl he sees, a big celebrity like him is sure to be a playboy.

exiting the arena, you looked for your car in the parking lot, lost in the sea of beat up pickups. not looking where you were going, you suddenly hit a wall of muscle, looking up, immediately annoyed before you notice a familiar smirk. "art.. art donaldson?" you step back, looking around for his roadies and drunk friends that always seem to follow him around. "in the flesh darlin'" he flashes that smirk again and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes. "no offence but shouldnt you be like at an after party or something? you won today, im sure you'd get free drinks at any bar in town" you don't mean to stereotype him but.. he truly seems like the type to have a different girl hanging off his arm every night. he smiles, "parties ain't really my thing, actually i was hoping id find you out here". you look at him with raised eyebrows, wondering if he's got you mixed up with another girl. "see, well i saw you in the crowd, most people at these things just go crazy for me but, honestly you didn't seem too interested at all" he shrugs. you shake your head, hoping he's not out here to lecture you about his sport, "no, no that's not it.. i just don't exactly have interest in watching men preen themselves, i mean your opponent was being a total duche to me". he frowns immediately, "are you serious? jesus.. im sorry darlin' ill keep my eye out for him, wouldn't want you to get scared and never come see me again.." he trails off. you tap your foot on the ground hoping he'll get to the point soon. art catches your drift, "well anyway, i was wondering if you'd let me prove you wrong, im a little more than a famous cowboy yknow". you look around, almost expecting cameras to pop out and announce you were on some sort of prank show. "are you kidding?" he shakes his head. "listen i.. i don't doubt that you're fun or whatever but i don't date celebrities" you say matter-of-factly. he frowns, finally taking off his hat for the first time that night, letting you see his slightly sweaty blond hair, curled in the heat, "you're kidding. i promise, just lemme take you on one date-" you cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips, "i said i don't date celebrities. im flattered really, but i have my morals. goodnight ponyboy" he bristles at the nickname and you giggle, turning quickly and letting out a breath of air you didn't know you were holding. you barely register his call after you, "just gimme a call princess, ill prove you wrong!". you shake your head, finally making it to your car and shutting the door, placing your head on the steering wheel. that couldn't have actually just happened.. the art donaldson hitting on you.. you knew all the girls in your town would kill for a chance to be in your place, and they would never turn him down. driving along the winding roads to your house, you bite your lip, wondering if you made the right choice. shaking your head slightly you push the idea out of your mind, he's probably out finding another girl to flatter and take home. it was settled, you wouldn't think about him anymore. but as your head hit the pillow that night the last thing you thought of was that stupid smirk of his.

the rest of your week goes on like normal, repeating your routine every day, without thought of your weird encounter with art. it's wednesday, meaning the local farmers market is open. you grab your bag and head out into the world, immediately wishing you grabbed a hat to shield you from the sun. making you way down to the center of town, bustling with buyers and sellers of fresh food. you walked around the market, thinking about what you needed, you stopped at a peach stand to look at your list, not noticing who was next to you. "so we meet again sweetheart.." you recognize the drawl of the familiar cowboy next to you, letting out a deep sigh. "are you following me ponyboy?" you question, looking up at his blue eyes, shadowed by his cowboy hat. art shakes his head, chucking at you, and you hate to admit it but it's a very attractive chuckle. "no, 'course not, you turned me down remember? i know when im not wanted.." the way he says that, you almost get offended. "i- you know i didn't mean it like that, i just don't date celebrities, no matter who they are" you say, looking up at the now very confused peach farmer, looking between the both of you. you pay for your peaches and leave, and to your (partial) annoyance you hear arts cowboy boots against the gravel behind you. "can i ask you somethin'?" you nod, and art takes his place at your side. "why don't you date celebrities, just curious of course" you smile, shaking your head, he really won't give up, will he? "well, i guess i just don't think they're real, too good to be true yknow? most of the once ive seen are just total players, i feel like it's in their nature to be greedy and always want more. no offence obviously.." art nods along with what you're saying, truly looking like he's thinking about it. "geez, you're an expert on the topic aren't you? i would hate to find out you think of me that way, cuz i really aint that type of guy" art looks down at you, walking slowly to match your pace. "well.." you look him up and down, "you don't exactly have the presence of someone who likes to keep to themselves" art laughs, now letting silence seep between you as you make your way back to your home. arts quiet presence is surprisingly comforting for a showboat like him, if you closed your eyes you probably wouldn't even notice he was there. reaching the porch of your house you turn to face him, not sure what to say next. art takes off his hat, placing it on his heart, "let me prove you wrong. please, im begging you sweetheart, ill do anything you want me to do to convince you" your eyes widen, shocked at the sudden advance. "you.. aren't gonna let this go are you?" he shakes his head quickly, "not at all, no." you sigh, "you're very sweet art but.. i don't even know you-" he cuts you off. "then get to know me, i won't disappoint you darlin'" you weigh the options in your mind, the cons and the pros of the situation, with art right in front of you, you can't help but take a chance. "alright, alright. one date okay ponyboy? one." his face lights up immediately, placing his hat back on his head. "thank you, thank you seriously, ill prove you wrong about me" you nod at his promise. "i should get inside but.." he nods, looking almost sad at the thought of you leaving. "alright.. ill pick you up tomorrow at seven, does that work for you" he's eager, more eager than you'd expect, and you're flattered. you agree, heading inside and preparing for the next day.

one date turns into two, then three, the next minute you're seeing each other every night. most of the time art comes to your place, he tells you it's because he doesn't really have a permanent residence at the moment, but you know he does it just to get to know you better, peeking through your books and trinkets, looking for something to boost his knowledge about you. he cooks too, something you didn't expect from him at all, to his credit, he's absolutely proving you wrong, but you'd never admit that to him, he's too cocky as it is. he hardly ever talks about rodeo when he's with you, separation of work and pleasure he tells you, but truthfully he just doesn't want you to see him as that celebrity, he just wants to be art with you. and you let him be normal with you, spending lazy days in bed with him, not worrying about anything. you can't imagine your life without him anymore, he's there when you wake up, when you're preparing breakfast and going about your chores for the day, he's there, when you get in bed for the night he's certainly there too. he'd never tell you, but he thanks his lucky stars when you fall asleep in his arms, he shudders thinking about where he'd be if you turned him down. luckily, he'd never have to think about that anymore, now that he was yours, your ponyboy.

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please, take my hand.

Content warnings: swearing, body insecurity, slut shaming, kinda shaming of sex workers (sex work is real work y’all), calling Matty short (so real), Gilmore Girl reference (it is where I got my nickname from after all), overuse of commas, possibly bad writing and mentions of smut but nothing really. word count- 3.7k ish

a/n: ahhhhhhh here it is!!! anon, I hope you like it and that I did your request justice, If I didn't, please feel free to send it to other writers so they can!! but this was the most I've written in AGES, so even if you don't like it, thank you for helping me actually write! the scenes in Italic are flashbacks, and im really hoping this plot isn't too confusing?? also, I struggled so hard for a title for this... why are titles so hard??? if you hate it or have a better suggestion, I am OPEN. and finally, as usual, I do, in fact kinda hate this... here it is anyway y'all!!!

You stare at the reflection in front of you, the sparkles of your dress glimmer in the low light as you analyse your body. Something you know you shouldn't do, yet you do anyway. The cups of the dress accentuate your chest just the way it's meant to, and yet you don't think it looks right. The nude fabric below the glitter makes you look as if you were glowing from within, but to you, you felt like a knockoff Edward Cullen. The thin straps trail over your shoulders and cross over in the back. Most girls would feel beautiful and seductive, but all you could focus on was if your tan was even.

Behind you, your boyfriend of 6 months slides up and places his hands on your waist. “This is it,” you think, who else better to build your self-esteem than the man who should love you unconditionally, who should worship the ground you walk on and take any opportunity to gush over his beautiful girlfriend. It seems Cole just wasn't that type of boyfriend.

“Isn't this a bit much… I mean, it's a party at George’s for Charli's new album, you're not working the street corner outside. I don't need everyone to know what you look like when I fuck you.”

Oh.

You physically feel yourself deflate, your hands reach and cross over your stomach before sliding up to your chest. You look up at his face in the mirror. A sick smile graces his features as he laughs at his comment. 

Your fingers shake as you grip your shoulders, Cole grips one of your hands and slips his hand below your chin, forcing your face up to look at his in the mirror.

“You can wear it this once, baby, but after that, it needs to go - okay?” he says as if he's doing you a favour, and for some reason, you feel like he is. You nod and give him a small reassuring smile in the mirror that he returns before turning and leaving the room.

You stay standing, staring, analysing until Cole calls your name and you stumble to the door and out.

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The bass rattled the door as you stood outside, the bottle of wine in your hand feeling far too formal once you swung it open and looked out on the sea at the half-drunk people.

A voice you recognised finally rang out from the crowd in front of you, "Y/n! Cole! Hi, come in" George ushered you in with a wave of his hand.

You smiled and went to hug George only for Cole's grip to tighten on your waist, you glance back at your boyfriend and scrunch your face in confusion at his actions. George looks at the pair of you questioningly but decides not to push it just smiling and graciously accepting the wine you hand to him. 

Charli soon appeared behind George and greeted you. She practically tore you out of Cole's grip and gave you a bone-crushing hug. Cole dragged you back and grabbed your hand as soon as you were back in reach, seemingly staking his claim.

Before long, Charli was dragging George off with a sly smile on her face, “Drinks are in the kitchen, Help yourselves!” George shouted as he was being pulled away by his doting girlfriend. 

You walk through the party staring around at the room full of people, Cole's hand is holding yours, and it feels as if your skin is burning. You are pretty sure you see Jack Antonoff somewhere in the crowd, but before you can look too closely, you hear a voice you know all too well travel from the kitchen.

“Well if it isn't the life of the party finally arriving,” Matty began, shamelessly staring you up and down, “y/n! My darling, how are you!” he said, very clearly ignoring the man currently gripping your hard so hard you're sure there will be finger-shaped bruises tomorrow.

You managed to wrench your hand away from Cole and stroll up to Matty, he wolf whistles as you walk across the kitchen to him and you feel your cheeks heat up at his shameless flirting. You try not to read too much into it, knowing what he's like.

Having been friends with Matty for the better part of a decade means you know what he's like, always ready to chat up anyone as soon as he gets a few drinks in him. Hell, you're pretty sure you've seen him trying to pull Ross on a few occasions when he'd had too many tequila shots.

“Wow darling, you have truly outdone yourself this time,” Matty said, his jaw practically on the ground. He stuck his hand out towards you indicating for you to grab it. You tentatively grip his hand only to be spun around on the spot by the curly-headed man. A light giggle escaped your lips and Matty felt his heart constrict on the spot.

Considering he was hopelessly and irrevocably in love with you, that was to be expected.

“This might be the best you've ever looked sweetheart, going to have men throwing themselves at you all night. Maybe a few girls too” Matty said, throwing you a wink with a teasing click of his tongue.

He actually wanted nothing less than to see men draping themselves over you but he couldn't help but compliment you whenever he got the chance, he always saw it as a way to confess his love without having to say those words.

Cole strolled over and pulled your hand out of Matty's grip, if you were honest you had forgotten you were holding it. It was then Matty realised there was indeed one thing worse than seeing men fawn over you, it was seeing your idiot boyfriend act like he owned you all night.

“Alright, Matty?” greeted Cole, clenching his teeth and nodding his head at the shorter man. The anger bubbling beneath the surface was clear to you and Matty, the latter couldn't help but get one last jab in at Cole.

“Hi, Cole.” Matty said dryly, “You are one lucky bastard mate, what other girl would dress this beautifully for a party at a friend's house” he finished his statement by throwing a smirk in your direction. 

You heard Cole mutter under his breath and tensed, knowing what was coming. Suddenly a gush of vitriol came spewing out your boyfriend's mouth directed at Matty. 

“Listen here you scrawny little shit-” began Cole leaning in and towering over the man below him who despite what was expected of him, stood his ground and started up at Cole with an unbothered look on his face. 

You quickly got between the two men, placing your hand on Cole's chest and pushing away. You could feel his rapidly beating heart beneath your palm, it scared you how familiar this situation was for you. Having pushed Cole away from far too many fights in your short relationship.

“Cole just leave it, Matty is my friend. Please don't be an asshole,” you say desperately staring up at the man in front of you, hoping your eye contact would calm him down.

“An asshole?” scoffed Cole condescendingly, “fuck you y/n, I can't deal with this prick any more. I'm leaving” Cole finished his sentence by storming off out the front door, slamming it behind him. Luckily the booming music meant no one saw his childish outburst.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you stared in the direction he left. Why the fuck did he act like this, you remember falling for him. He was the perfect man, with flowers and gifts all the time. He planned dates and surprised you all the time.

Yet as the months dragged on he became a man you didn't recognise. Slowly he became controlling, it started with small things, something as simple as what tea brand you buy but soon it changed into everything. What you wore, who you spoke to, when you went out. 

Your friends were drifting apart from you, but Cole assured you it was a good thing. They weren't worth your time anyway. When this invite came through, you almost immediately denied it, assuming Cole would never let you go, but to your shock, he agreed. What a good choice that seemed now.

You ran after your boyfriend, quickly followed by Matty close behind. You caught Cole’s shoulder as he walked over the grass outside George’s house. You briefly noticed how nice the flowers were, making a mental note to compliment them when you returned to the party.

Matty stood at the door watching you plead and beg your boyfriend to stay. Catching bits and pieces from where he stood, he began to walk closer when he saw Cole wrench his arm out of your grip for the third time, worried he was about to hurt you. 

“Please Cole it's just Matty being Matty. If you knew him like I do, you would know it means nothing. Please” you cried and begged the man in front of you, watching his nostrils flare and the vein in his forehead grow with each passing moment. 

“Oh fuck off y/n,” he spat angrily at you, “if you can't see that he's madly in fucking love with you then you're even more stupid than I thought.” he finished with a glare behind you and stormed off and this time you didn't follow. You stood in shock.

The cold air seemed to catch up to you then, the heat of the moment had been keeping you warm. The breeze blew through you as you curled in on yourself, tears streaming down your cheeks. A hand from behind reached forward and gripped your shoulder. You shrugged it off and turned around to see who it was, despite knowing exactly who you'd see.

“Dont touch me, Matty,” you say staring at him with a resentful tone to your voice, “Why do you do that. Why do you flirt with me when he's there. You know he gets jealous” you shout at the curly-headed man who scoffs and shakes his head at your comments.

“He gets jealous?” Matty shouts back incredulously, “he's a fucking dick y/n! All he does is put you down and walk around acting like he owns you! Why are you even with that asshole?” he finishes with a shout, his chest heaves with effort.

“It's not like I have many options is it Matty!?” you shout back, staring questioningly at the man a few feet in front of you. Matty stares back at you with a disbelieving look on his face, “Oh, don't look at me like that,” you say with a wave of your hand, “Am I just too unlovable, is that it?! Am I just so inherently unlovable that I'm stuck with men like that my whole life?!” you scream at him, black tears drip off your chin onto the ground below you as you drop your head.

“I love you!" he shouts back with wet eyes and a heavy chest.

Your head shot back up at his words, "No you don't. Stop. don't say that, Matty, it's not funny, " you whisper back at him, staring blankly.

“I do, please I do,” he says walking towards you. You take a step back as he approaches. Not believing what is happening. 

“Please just- stop okay” Matty pleads with you, you stand still as he walks closer, and soon he is in front of you staring down into your eyes.

He briefly admires your eyelashes, heavy with tears. And your glossy eyes staring up at him. 

“Please let me just speak okay, let me explain how serious I am. Please.” he pleads with you, your small nod makes him continue.

He then breaks down and explains when he realised he was in love, and how it fucked with his mind endlessly.

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matty can still distinctly remember when he first realised he loved you. It wasn't during some big dramatic moment, there was no celebration, cake, or streamers. just you.

It was when you all went into the countryside for Adam's birthday, you rented a cottage for you all to stay in. All Adam wanted to do for his big day was get pissed and make music in this beautiful house and you were all more than happy to oblige.

It was midday when Matty woke up draped over a sofa still in his clothes from the night before. He hissed as the light hit his eyes, not entirely sure why the world would punish him at that moment.

He looked around and saw everyone in a similar situation to him. Poor George was cramped in a small armchair, Matty having taken the only place the giant could've slept comfortably. 

The birthday boy himself was sprawled on the floor, wrapped in the rug with Carly lying on his chest. Ross and Waughy were lying in a similar pose on the other side of the coffee table, but with a very small Jamie squished between the two of them.

Matty couldn't help but notice the lack of one person, always seeming to notice when you weren't in a room. He was always drawn to you, and at that point, he didn't quite know why.

Before he could sit on that thought too long everyone else began to stir, a cacophony of groans and grumbles soon came out of the severely hungover group.

"Am I dead? " croaked out Adam, already hacking up a lung at having spoken 3 words earning him a whine and a slap from his sleeping wife.

"No mate," Matty began, "just hungover in our 30's. Does anyone want a cuppa?" he asked, knowing the answer would be a resounding yes.

He stumbled into the kitchen with a mental order for 4 cups of tea, 2 coffees and one "go fuck yourself" for George. He really was a grump when hungover.

Once again he hissed at the light once he entered the kitchen and began looking for the window that was causing the awful beam.

But he stopped in his tracks once he saw you, you had obviously snuck away at some point this morning without waking anyone else.

You sat in the small nook below the window, a pink blanket was tossed over your bare legs as you stared out and the garden, wishing you could live here forever.

You didn't hear Matty come into the kitchen, so you stayed blissfully unaware of the man currently staring at you in a state of shock.

The glow of the sun reflected on your face, illuminating your features. Matty stared as the sunlight danced across your cheeks. He could see your eyes skittering over the garden, no doubt scouting out a place to sit and read later. He followed the flutter of your eyelashes down to your cheeks, somehow perfectly pink and full despite a night of drinking. If Matty hadn't seen you drink 4 shots last night, he would have never believed you could've had a single drop of alcohol. 

Matty thought to himself at that moment, "Oh shit. I'm in love with her," when he saw you there.

He's never felt more cliche, but it was as if lightning had stuck him where he stood. But once he knew, he realised it had never been hidden. Every stolen touch, every lingering glance was a confession of love.

Matty yearned for you. Your melodic laugh that you insisted was a cackle, your bashful smile as you try not to preen over someone's compliments (usually his), the red that decorates your cheeks every time you drink a little bit too much wine. He craved it all.

Every part of him was made for loving you. It was the easiest thing he's ever had to do.

The realisation almost bowled him over, he gripped the corner of the kitchen counter to ground himself. He stared in awe, just watching you breathe as you stared out the window.

Soon, a wave of nausea reminded him of his purpose, and he busied himself making the myriad of teas he had promised everyone. Even managing to speak up to offer you one, but that realisation never left him.

As Matty recounted that story he saw your eyes get misty with tears, the words were flowing out of him and he couldn't stop before telling you another time he felt sick with his love for you.

He told you about the holiday in France you all took, 3 months after he realised he was ridiculously in love with you. But it was also 2 months into your relationship with Cole, and Matty had just begun to stitch himself back together.

The stitches were wonky and misplaced, he bled beneath them whenever he saw you together. But he was trying. He continued to try and fix his weeping wound, despite deep down knowing the only real fix was not seeing you, but how could he not?

He watched the waves crash over your form in the ocean, you were wildly laughing as you almost tumbled over from the force. The straps of your swimsuit nearly become untied from the crash of the waves.

When you had strolled out earlier in your suit, Matty felt his heart skitter, a simple black suit to most, but to Matty, it made his palms sweaty and his stomach leap.

The thin straps crossed over your shoulders and met behind your neck. A neck matty though would look so beautiful marked up, by him especially. The waist of the suit hugged you perfectly, making Matty dizzy at the sight of your curves. It sat low in the centre of your chest, and your glowing skin teased him mercilessly.

He felt his hands twitch at his sides when Cole ran over to you, bowling you over and pulling you into the salty waves behind you. 

He thought, if it were him with you he would have slid up behind you, wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed your neck. Taking the brute force of the waves himself and letting you stand without worry of falling over.

He'd brush your sandy hair to one side and bury his face in the other. He'd breathe you in, the jasmine perfume you always wore would override his senses and he'd bury his nose deeper. He'd smile bashfully at your giggles and teasing, leaving small pecks that only caused you to laugh more.

But he wasn't doing any of that.

He was sitting on a towel watching you fight in the waves with the man who had everything he wanted but had no idea. He decided then and there a small bit of flirting wouldn't hurt anyone.

Well, it would hurt him, but matty chose to push that down and bottle it up. Knowing it would rip open his wound but he would rather slowly bleed to death with you than heal without you near him.

As Matty finished that story he saw you itching to say something, he quickly finished what he needed to say and prepared for the inevitable rejection. 

"So I started just… flirting. nothing too much, just enough to get your cheeks to colour and Coles fists to clench. Just enough to brighten you up again. I missed you being bright sweetheart."

Matty tensed as he finished as if preparing for you to scream at him.

You stared blankly at the man in front of you, his months of pining were lost on you. 

Of course, you noticed the flirting, everyone noticed the flirting. It was Matty, you're sure he'd have chemistry with a wooden broom if he tried. You'd more than noticed it, it had quickly become a guilty pleasure of yours to relive what he said to you.

So guilty that perhaps once or twice your hand slid down your body at the thought of Matty whispering those same comments in your ear. But that was normal, you assured yourself.

People in relationships thought about another man's curls tickling your face as he kissed your pulse point. Everyone thought of another man's voice whispering filthy comments into your ears. Obviously, everyone thought about the feeling of those same curls between their legs, and how good it would feel to grip and pull at them. To grind against his pretty face.

You shook those thoughts out of your head and looked at Matty again, you saw the fear and desperation on his face. You took a small step forward and he stepped back, copying your actions from before.

“What are you doing,” he said suspiciously, panting from pouring his heart out so quickly.

“Would you just stay still you idiot?” you say, giving him a small smile. He tilted his head questioningly but followed your request, your next step forward brought you chest to chest with him.

Before you could think too hard, you leaned in and pressed your lips together. So gentle it almost wasn't a touch, but it was and it was real. Matty couldn't believe it was fucking real.

Any chance of catching your breath was lost as Matty shot forward catching you in a passionate kiss that almost had you falling backwards if it wasn't for him desperately grabbing at you.

Your hands shot to his hair, scratching the nape of his neck with your nails as you pulled at the unkempt curls that sat there. A groan bubbles out from deep within Matty's chest and you slip your tongue into his mouth as it does, only causing another groan to leave him and his grip to tighten. 

You briefly see a flash of the door opening behind Matty but pay it no mind, too wrapped up in the man in front of you.

Charli and George stood with their heads out the door, peeking out and staring at the pair of you and giggling like schoolchildren. Their laughter gets the better of you and soon you break too, laughing at their infectious and poorly suppressed snickers.

Matty turned around and scolded the pair for staring, “Oi! fuck off you two! Ruining a proper romantic moment here!” the smile on his face made it clear any harness in his voice was nothing but a ruse. 

You giggle and press your face into Matty's neck, breathing him in unabashedly and revelling in the scent of his cologne mixed with cigarettes.

He turns back to you and the pair of you stare into the eyes of the other, watching the love dance over each other's faces.

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Prompt if you dont mind but uhhhhh

Female Reader and spike spiegel where both just kinda shoving off their feelings for the other like "nah i dont want to make it weird they probably dont like me!"

But theyre both so down bad that theyre like okay im gunna go to the bar and get with the nearest stranger to get THEM out of my system!

But when theyre in the stalls (like a gloryhole type thing ) they dont recognize the others voice and they both have cold feet and just vaguely talk about who there aching for

Then they both exit their stalls and are like !!!??? And then they just kiss passionately

Does not have to lead to smut but ya know ~

Also I hope you are having a wonderful week too! 🫶🫶🫶

Awkward Unknowing Confession HCs (Spike Spiegel)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl @rendartgrimson

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Showing up to a glory hole when you’re only a little bit drunk was probably supposed to be the worst decision of your life

Yet somehow you just spent 40 minutes talking to the stranger on the other side about your huge, huge, huge crush on your partner

And he’s spent those same 40 minutes doing the exact same thing to you

In your defense, he had a really really attractive voice

If you already hadn’t fallen for Spike, who knows? You might have fallen for this guy too

But when your hour was up and people were banging on his side of the wall to get a turn, you guys said your goodbyes

It was kinda bittersweet- especially now that you were practically sober 

But it was really nice to talk about your love life to someone

Especially someone who you’re never going to see again after this moment

Anyways queue pointing Spiderman meme when you both walkout and see each other almost instantly

Suddenly everything makes a lot of sense

And even more suddenly, everything is a lot more embarrassing

Seriously- he’s almost as red in the face as you feel 

Of course, you both book it out of there as fast as you possibly can and he takes you someplace a little private

Naturally, it’s still super awkward considering you both managed to poor your heart out to each other at a glory hole of all places

But then you guys just look at each and realize- fuck it

All the cards are out on the table, so what’s wrong with playing the hand now?

That was the first time of many you managed to kiss Spike Spiegel

And the absolute last time you go to a glory hole

Even if it was just to talk LOL

[ifidiedinadream]

As you opened requests for Joel reader inserts I will bring something I sent you some time ago: Joel being your best friend and you telling him that no man never made you have an orgasm in your whole life and he take this as a challenge but you're not sure because it might ruin your friendship but also you want him SO bad that you can't resist him

hiiiiiiiiiii im back!! hope you enjoy 🖤

also on ao3

"What the fuck? Really?" 

It happened among jokes that tasted of Lonkero and beer. You hadn't really meant to share this much; surely the Blind Channel boys were your friends, and Joel your best friend at that, and surely you did exchange dating tips from time to time and talk about your most recent dates. 

But it never went this far. Now that it has, it's like a line was crossed. 

Telling them no man ever made you have an orgasm elicited all kinds of reaction: Niko said he couldn't believe it, that it was statistically impossible, Aleksi's eyes went wide, Olli's eyebrows furrowed like he was truly sorry for you, Joonas cracked a joke, Tommi grimaced sticking his bottom lip out. However, Joel's reaction was the most surprised of them all. 

"Come on, it can't be," he coaxed, "not even once?" 

You shook your head, smiling a bit from the embarrassment. 

"Who the hell have you been with?" 

You thought back to all the men you've slept with. None of them had particularly focused on your pleasure if you were being honest, but that couldn't be everything... 

"Maybe it's just especially hard for me." 

Joel had a glimmer in his eyes, a drive in him. He looked at you with intent for a moment, and you could tell he wanted to say something, at this point you were expecting him to. It made you feel on edge, because he was quiet, everyone was. Then he crossed his arms on his chest and finally uttered the words. 

"I think I could. If I tried." 

The other guys all oooh-ed and your cheeks felt scorching hot. Joel's earnest face softened with a smile. There were another couple of jokes about it (courtesy of the very funny guys in the band) and then the topic was dropped (because Joonas went to grab another beer but he dropped the bottle as soon as he took it because he was too drunk, and obviously (thankfully) the spilled beer that was funnier than continuing to tease you). 

Yet Joel never forgot about it. When you went home later that night, he texted you before you could change into your nightwear, telling you he hoped he hadn't upset you. You told him it was okay. He said he wasn't fully joking, that he would try to make you have an orgasm if you wanted him to. Your heart started beating fast and you finished your night routine before texting back, thinking of what to say, trying to calm down first. Joel was your best friend. 

But fuck if he wasn't hot as hell. 

"Wouldn't that be weird?" you wrote. 

"Not if we don't make it weird," he texted back. You thought for a minute. 

"I don't know..." 

He was typing immediately after. 

"We don't have to. If you're not sure, it's okay, we won't do it. I just took it as a challenge I guess is all." 

"A challenge?" 

"Guess I wanna show you it's not you. It's the guys you've been with that were selfish assholes." 

You snorted. He wasn't completely wrong, although maybe he was making it too easy. You took a deep breath, trying to stabilize your thoughts and your trembling hands. 

"Okay. I'm game." 

"Wait - you are?!" 

He wasn't expecting it, huh?  

"Are you sure?" he texted before you could respond. 

"Be at mine tomorrow at 7 p.m." 

You wondered if you should add a remark, a joke, but you were too nervous to write anything else, so you left it at that. Joel didn't answer right away, which only made you more anxious (what if he wasn't being serious after all?) but when a hell yeah popped up on your screen, you laughed to yourself. 

*** 

Which leads to today. Joel is at your place, sitting next to you on the couch. Turns out you were right, this is fucking weird, and you never looked at Joel with the intent of fucking him, but now the possibility is at your fingertips, and it shouldn't make you as wet as you are, especially since none of you is saying anything out of sheer, utter embarrassment. 

"You changed your mind?" you ask at length, because no man has ever hesitated so much to touch you under similar circumstances before. 

"I haven't. I just... don't know what I should do now." Joel brings a hand to the back of his neck and scratches it, looking anywhere but into your eyes. Only when you put a hand on his thigh does his gaze lift. 

"You don't think this could ruin our friendship, do you?" 

Joel smiles at you. "No. Nothing can ever change the fact that I love you as a friend." 

You sigh, somewhat reassured by his words. You let yourself scoot closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He smells amazing and his shoulders are so big and strong. 

"Can I... can I kiss you?" 

His voice is low, soft, in a way even you haven't heard much from him. It makes you shiver in pleasure; wordlessly, you lift your head and grab the side of his face, connecting your lips in a kiss. It's slow at first, tentative, like you're really allowing yourselves to get lost in the moment. Only when the brains catch up does it turn more urgent, with Joel grabbing the back of your head to pull you closer to him and you moaning into his mouth. 

"Okay?" he says upon pulling back, eyes heavy-lidded. Discombobulated and with your gut on fire, you breathe out an "okay", and Joel gently pushes you to lie on your back. He kisses you again as he's on top of you. He's smirking when he pulls away. 

"What?" you ask, his smile contagious. 

"Now we're gonna have fun. And you will enjoy it." 

You pretend your stomach didn't flip at the words. "Good luck." 

"You don't have much faith in this, do you?" 

You shrug. Why should this once be different? 

However, since you're so horny, you decide not to answer, on account of you don't want to discourage him. Sex for sex's sake has always been nice, orgasms are not necessary, and you know how to enjoy sex without them by now. To Joel it might be a challenge, but for you it's just sex with someone you trust who also happens to be hot as fuck. There's nothing to lose. 

You just hope Joel won't take it personal when the climax doesn't arrive. 

You let Joel take your pants and your underwear off. The cool air caressing your skin makes you shiver, and the contrast is nice when Joel's huge, warm hands touch your inner thighs to part your legs. He's staring right there, his own lips parted and the bottom one sticking out, before his eyes snap up to your own, so dark and intense it makes you swallow in anticipation. Still watching your face, studying you, Joel's thumb brushes over your clit once. You want him so bad the simple touch forces your eyes closed. Encouraged by your reaction, Joel touches your clit once again, this time applying more pressure, massaging it slowly. You groan, loving it. 

"Does it feel good?" Joel asks in that soft voice from earlier. 

"Fuck yeah," you say, and it's true; it feels amazing - but, just like every time, the pleasure is... static. It doesn't grow as time passes. It's a pleasant hum low in your stomach that doesn't threaten to explode. 

After a while, you tell Joel as much. He stops, looking pensive, but not deterred at all; he raises his eyebrows, preparing to get to work again. 

"Time to try something else then." 

His face disappears between your legs. When his tongue finds your clit, it's wet and warm, and your eyelids flutter. Joel starts off slow and tender, but you're quick to tell him you need more: an orgasm might not be your goal, and you know stressing about it will only hinder your enjoyment of what Joel is currently doing, but you trust him enough to be honest with him. It doesn't happen often with men, but Joel is your best friend, you know he loves you, and you know you can tell him what you like unapologetically. 

Joel understands. His tongue starts moving faster, pressing harder, and fuck if it feels better. You let him know by moaning out loud. His hands grab the sides of your thighs to keep you in place as his pace increases. 

You watch him over your mons pubis: his eyes are closed, brows furrowed, like he's savoring your taste, and his nose touches the skin just above your clit. He only stops to breathe every once in a while, compensating by giving you kisses and breathing over your sensitive clit wet with saliva before he immediately goes back to work. He's incredibly hot, and attentive to your every reaction, and his tongue moves faster and faster. This time, it does feel like your pleasure is actually building up, and it's a new feeling entirely. You put your hand in his hair to pull him closer and tell him to keep going. He does, and one of his hands leaves your thigh to touch you under his chin, brushing at your entrance. 

That's when he stops, locks eyes with you and says in a dangerous, breathy voice: "Fuck. You're so wet." 

As if to prove his point, he shoves his finger inside you, which slides in easily. He adds another finger and then rotates his wrist, so that the pads of his fingers are pointing upwards. He goes back to eating you out, as quickly and intensely as before, only this time he's stimulating your g-spot with his fingers as well, curling them and pressing against it. It feels too good you lose it - you think this is the closest you'll ever get to a man giving you an orgasm. 

Your body trembles, the pleasure in your tummy turning broader and stronger, occupying more space, making your guts twist harder. Any other man would've given up by now, it's been a while, and you're aware that Joel's intensity requires a lot of effort. But he doesn't relent. 

That's what Joel is like. When he has a goal, he'll do anything in his power to reach it. 

It takes another moment. A moment where you feel it coming slowly but surely, where you hope Joel doesn't stop (you're too lost in the pleasure to say it out loud), where the cognitive abilities fade from your brain. 

And then, without much of a warning, you finally come undone. 

You push Joel closer to you with a hand on his head as your body writhes, his free hand on your hip keeping you as still as possible as he keeps licking you. Your own free hand fists the edge of the couch and your legs agitate, wrapping around Joel's upper body. The waves of pleasure make your spine arch and your own moans come to you muffled through your ringing ears. 

It leaves you shocked. A shocked, incredulous panting mess, and when Joel resurfaces, he has the smuggest smile on his face. 

"So is this it? Am I officially the first?" 

You snort and look to the side. 

"Looks like it." 

Joel gets on top of you and your faces are now close. 

"Told you. It was never you; you've only been with assholes in the past." 

And maybe you're quite a lot hotter than any of them, you want to add but don't. 

"Mmh, maybe," you say, brushing it off. Your attention shifts to the hard thing pressing against your thigh. "We can fuck if you want. Doubt you'll be as lucky but I'm willing to let you try." 

"You already underestimated me once, baby, don't make the same mistake again." He unbuttons his jeans as he speaks, grinding against your leg while his body shifts. He's even sexier when he's confident and your legs spread of their own accord. You hook your finger into the collar of his t-shirt and pull him closer. 

"Show me what you got."

[famouslastwrdz]

turns out i ask and the world listens. two best friends outside my window, bad aim to throw a pack of cigarettes and a little zombie into my room. we talk about circuses, and gas masks, sperm donation. a bad imitation of filling a turkey baster ensues. an angel in my dms, metaphorical hands outstretched through the screen, asking feathersoft about who i have to care for me, do i need the company. i lay my phone down and cry, sober. heard and loved and cared for and understood.

i bless people a lot, always a martyr and never a saint. but sometimes i say bless you to someone and mean it with everything, every bead on my rosary, feather on my altar, every blood cell that passes through my heart and into my limbs and thumbs that type the words on this blog.

blessed are those who open their arms to the falling, the hopeless, the drunks and failures. blessed are the hands that type a message, throw a cig, hold a phone. blessed by the mother and the saints are those who care, and love, and see, and reach to help. blessed by god are the souls that understand.

bled more whiskey than blood- and in that single phrase i know i am understood. the nights ive sat here, sick with it, diluting cheap drink with tears and blood and the gasping pain that comes with being alone.  and yet i can open my phone and my heart and there will be someone there. we met by chance and yet the residual catholic in me speaks of fate, of angels whose wings are only visible in bluelight conversation, blog comments and silent likes. and i would be the same for you, would always be the same should the time call for it, would hold you from afar as well as i can and patch whatever wound that words can reach.

and to the moon - those pits of horror are becoming potholes to me with every word, every identical laugh, every exclamation of "GOUT!!" that the wind can take from us. ive held your hair back and youve held me crying, and we will laugh together until we crumble to dust. we will always laugh even when we have nothing else.

and the partner to the moon, another star in the skyline that becomes visible to me with every passing week- you are your own star. you are so bright and your laugh is infectious whether its as you gesticulate about dolphins or complain about wiring. your eyes have a depth and a light to them that they never did before, and when you smile or speak or just sit silent i am watching that light grow. you are not, and never will be, the darkness you came out of. i love you. i love you dearly, friend, and its a privilege to have that love in the air between us. its a privilege to know you and have watched you grow and become who you are, long hair and longer patience, you funny thing.

and you- yes, you, over the ocean. what we had for a while was marvellous.  the things i have to say to you are lost at sea, and in penance's angry grief, and in the depths of that attic. but where there is mourning, there is sentiment. keep off the coke, i hate you for it. making my clowns cry n shit. and stop making me sound like a DID faker you irritating creature, really pissed red off with that one. but i still go to see your empty at the circus and tweak his little hat and put a penny in the wrists of his threadbare gloves that are still too small despite constant wear. you will be found. i no longer hope it rains when you marry; i wrote a long time ago about breaking off from greens and purples and i am making my peace with my own writing. i hope the sun shines and its a good temperature and you both settle happily. genuinely, this time. dont fuck it up.

and to the clown in my own head that reads this blog when he thinks im away- god has blessed you with healing hands.  you bandage my stigmata and twist to salve my back, and cut plasters to fit the curves of raw knuckles. you pray when i forget to, and you are a home for the hopeless. you sing hymns to me when you believe me asleep, and place heavy palms over my hands when i stir. father verne west, you are more than your brothers. you are more than your calling. you are sent from the holy and you do god's work as it was always meant to be done. you are blessed. i know that tonight i will switch uncontrollably as i sit in the dark, and you will return to hold that space. just know that i see what you do, and i love you. you claim this to be your cross when i cant hear you,  and if it is then i will pad the wood for your comfort if i cant get you down from it.

doubtless i'll return here for sadder things, and soon, but for now things feel warmer.

i call, and the world returns. kyrie eleison,  and the christe eleison waits in the dark for me. may angels guide and bless you all

[br1ghtestlight]

Have you done Mr.Ambrose headcannon yet?

If not then...headcannons?

🏠 <- this is my home, I live in your asks

NO I HAVE NOT EVEN THOUGH HE IS MY FAVORITE GAY FREAK <\3

he is queer Definitely gay but he's flexible about women in the right situation?? borderline delusional and thinks every straight guy wants him SO BAD (nobody wants him except Me) also he's nonbinary and uses he/she/they pronouns but he doesnt really care he's ambivalent to gender he doesnt give a fuck what u call him

he is a drag queen and does performances at gay bars on the weekends and gets STUPID drunk after he performs. he is shockingly good at doing makeup and costuming. in a better world he wouldve done costumes and wardrobe in hollywood movies

he majored in english when he was in college bcuz he wanted to be either a screenwriter for hollywood movies (fun fact his voice actor directed and acted in a gay romcom and i think thats the kind of thing ambrose would pretend he's too cool for but secretly enjoy) or a novelist (he still writes in his free time) but neither of those worked out as actual jobs so he settled for elementary school librarian. even though he hates kids so much and isnt technically qualified but they were desperate when they hired him

he doesn't have a relationship with anyone in his family like if he died tomorrow everything he owned would go to his dog. his parents were just terrible shitty people and he doesn't get along with them at all refuses to attend family events if they're there. he doesn't talk to his extended family either but he's happier this way!!!! maybe he didnt have a great childhood its not like he would ever talk about it with anyone except for occasionally his roommate when they're up late and he gets very drunk

i also feel like he's either an only child or a younger brother who was always compared to his older sibling but no way his ass is an older sibling SORRY

his roommate is a lesbian and he's gay which is why they live together. no chance of catching feelings (this was agreed upon when they moved in together)

without a doubt he is a functioning alcoholic mostly bcuz he refuses to deal with any of his mental health problems or talk about them with anyone. its going great for him dw

sometimes he likes dressing up in feminine clothing and makeup just for fun and bcuz it makes him feel confident and its a different look than normal. he usually stays home and its just around his roommate but if he feels up to it he WILL be the sluttiest gay at the grocery store or dmv

his full name is william ambrose but he prefers people call him by his last name even outside of a school setting. i think william would be a traditional family name from his great great etc grandfather and he's like ughh im not going to carry the LEGACY of some random dead guy who doesn't even give a shit about me who do you think i am

he is definitely the type to watch shitty reality tv like the bachelor or love island and complain about how stupid everyone is being but also he LOVES the drama and watches every episode. he auditioned once for the gay version of the bachelor but they rejected him and he's still pissy about that if you bring it up

he claims he knows which students at wagstaff are going to grow up to be queer bcuz of his gaydar and he mostly says it to the other teachers in the teachers lounge as a joke but also he is slightly protective of them and won't take bullying from ANYONE if he hears them talking shit there will be an anonymous complaint to the principal. they are his little gay ducklings (gene would be in this category although he's slightly too annoying for ambrose to like him)

[mustardflavoredbear]

God PLEASE I LOVE THEM ABSJAJHA

Also rambley I'm super super happy Right now so that means AUSTICTIC Ramble

My Austim my Austim has please I love themmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I love confident queer charactersahhhhh I want them

Like look AT THEM

Look at them and tell me you can't feel love in your heart like I love them maybe too much tehe

I keep having a dream where they beat the shit out of me. I think this one is about them forgetting me and thinking I'm being a creep which is valid I'm a little creep :(

I had a dream last night that they were sleeping and my cat kept trying to sleep on their face (she does that to me Im surprised she hasn't suffocated me yet/j I love my skeleton) they pushed her away until they just gave up and she was laying on their face lmao

I love them please at this point they are the only thoughts I have

Like please I'm crazy about them

I have two like younger DT head canon

They are lonely queer kid in a redneck town

Or

Actual alien like they evolved in ETHERIA they started off as a blob and just watch people

Also their 1st language isn't English they speak an "alien language" and totally doesn't sound like this BECAUSE I FIND THIS STUPID COVER FUNNY

They never really talk like this anymore the only time you'll hear them talking their native?? Language is when they are drunk but people tend to think it's mumbling the only person to know or slightly understand this language is glimmer because when she was younger she was friends with blobish child shaped DT and she found out she knows this language is when she had to babysit a very drunk DT who wouldn't shut up about a hot man and a very tall women in the bar and wanting water

Also glimmer has a love hate sibling type relationship with double trouble

DT sees glimmer as their big sister will they ever tell her that no but they will tease her like a sibling yes but when glimmer is having a bad day they give her a very nice sincere personal gift to try and make her feel better

I loveeeee themmmmmmmmmmmmmm so much

[justanothersyscourse]

Im sorry I dont support driving drunk but that reblog kinda showed that you dont know what its like to be an addict?

Alcoholism can literally get to the point of if you stop drinking suddenly the withdrawals could KILL YOU. yeah they should plan ahead for rides but your whole attitude of “they choose to drink!” Was lowkey shitty and borderline blaming addicts for their addiction. Its not always as simple as “just dont drink” if a buddy whips out some alcohol or whatever.

If drug addiction was that simple to just stop and never relapse ever I wouldve been sober years ago. Drunk driving is bad but you really didnt have to do what op said and demonize addicts in the process. You made it to be like being an addict is because were too selfish to try to get sober. Thats not how it works.

Bitch, I am Newfie and the child of addicts, not just biologically but environmentally. My entire life has revolved around my own and my famiy's addictions. I have been around heavy drugs since I was a child. Three or four years ago I was heavily addicted to alcohol, and was hospitalized, which is when I was forced to quit drinking. Not chose to, forced to.

Trust me, I know what is like, and it's not demonization to admit that there is a level of selfishness involved in addiction, but that's also not what I said.

Also, how are you really going to come in here, comparing who has the high ground? "If they DON'T drink they could die, so them getting behind the wheel is justified, and if they just so happen to kill people in the process, it's not their fault ): it was their life or the other person's life, because buddy whipped out alcohol."

It's literally not like that. That's the stupidest thing I've ever read. Go sit in the corner and think about what you said.

Don't come back.

Addiction is not the START of the choices. You don't choose to be addicted to something, it's the result of a million smaller choices, and it could have been stopped or changed at ANY point. There are choices that lead up to addiction, and if you're not doing anything to try to make yourself better, me calling you selfish isn't demonization.

Addiction isn't as simple as choices and selfishness, either. Most addicts have a dual diagnosis-- that is, another mental health problem driving them to seek some kind of solace in impairment. There are biological and neurological predispositions that make it easier for some to become addicted to something.

Let's put it in simpler terms.

My step father is a heavy alcoholic. The type that, my entire life, spent birthday, rent or food money on alcohol, that was hardly ever home because he was at the bar buying rounds for everyone. The type that made stupid financial decision after stupid financial decision that drove his family into the ground. He CANNOT stop drinking at this point-- not because he's incapable, but because when he's not drinking, he has seizures now.

That wasn't true twenty years ago, though.

He reached that point because of one million smaller, more selfish decisions that lead him there, and that's not demonization. He was still a good person, he had good intentions, he always wanted everyone to be happy and have a good time. He had trauma and wanted to be liked by people. Unfortunately, he thought the only way to have a good time was to be intoxicated, and in the process of trying to keep everyone else in his life happy, he hurt and alienated his wife and children, and now he has no one. I haven't spoken to him in almost five years.

He hasn't killed anyone yet, but he might, and my mom and I know that all too well.

You can't talk about drunk driving without talking about addiction, and you're acting like that entire conversation is demonization, rather than constructive discussion about the how, why, and possible steps and outcomes.

You're acting like even talking about an addicts' decisions is demonization. Or are you saying they're not capable of making decisions and we should just... Accept that, and whatever dumbass decisions they make on the basis that they're being driven to make those decisions by addiction and could die otherwise? Even if they might kill other people?

Like, what are you even saying?

Don't answer that, I don't actually care.

People are allowed to call addicts fools for their decisions and are allowed to cut those people out of their life for their own mental health, and are allowed to choose not to be involved in whatever shitty outcome they find themselves in (up to and including accidentally killing people while under the influence), and that's not fucking demonization.

Being an addict is not an unchangeable part of them, it's not something they're born with but it's also not something they actively choose, either.

It is very much a changeable thing, provided they're willing and want to change. The longer they wait, the harder it is. Many of these people are given chance after chance, warning after warning. They can see the consequences coming, clearly, and continue to choose to feed the addiction rather than the health of their loved ones and strangers.

I know this, because I had to make the choice. My husband, or drinking. My mental health, or drinking.

By the time they're in a full-blown addiction, people on the outside forget that there was an entire journey up to that moment. That there WERE other options, in the past.

Addicts are very much victims of circumstances and biology, but the discussion around the effects and consequences of those addictions are not demonization. They're not inherently bad people, the discussions aren't bad, leaving a situation isn't bad.

What's bad is, using your example, choosing to pick up the bottle without a ride home, and without considering the harm that could be done to others because satiating your addiction is now more important than the innocent lives of others.

Talking about my biological father's death and the deaths he caused and how he ended up there isn't demonization.

It's a horrible true story that should serve as a reminder when people have to make their own decisions.

[lowlyroach]

1092) another cigarette, please

hang out with the rest of our friends

yeah,

the ferris wheel is still there.

we find ways to spend our time

eating too much

my stomach is wrathfully full

i tell Grant im tired of eating

we go to the Garden of the Gods

but You're not here.

You're not here.

we go to an artsy place

walk around for a few hours

we didn't finish the mystery game

everyone was hungry

except me

but why is that stranger wearing Your face?

neck starts its tics

brain itches

Grant is feeling similarly

ive got bad brain. he says

me too.

why was that stranger wearing Your face?

when we get back to the hotel

he wants to go outside

i know why.

can i join you?

sure.

so we

smoke cigarettes

that's what You told me to do, right?

that one time?

would You hate me for thinking of that?

i forgot your wording, but i remembered just now while typing

i told Grant about it

let's die a little faster.

we talk about You

and You

and You

and the ferris wheel

and how i was

sexually abused by my brother

ive never said that out loud before

its mostly glossed over

not for lack of caring

i havent posted that poem yet

and he talks about

his ex (pseudo ex?)

his You, in a way.

that lives up here

do you think it ever stops?

no. he replies

the look in his eyes

he knows.

yeah, i know.

-

cigarettes, a pause

more cigarettes

i suck them down like candy

throat burns

lungs burn

more cigarettes, please

will i finally get cancer

like i wished for at 18?

i flatten the earth as i smoke

is it to distract myself from You,

as we talk about You?

we're both shivering but we

keep standing in the snow

until it hurts

feet are numb

more cigarettes, please

im shivering madly

another cigarette, please

i still haven't seen Her face

i guess i could show you

(how do you forget that)

only if it won't make it hurt.

nah, i check everyday, just to see if it says 'Married'

yeah, She's pretty.

look at Her! She's everything. i'd kill for Her, i'd do anything

look at Her! look at Her! wow.

-

something about freezing makes you think less

your mind can't focus on anything else

his new boyfriend is a serious downgrade

he's got a new boyfriend? that's good, i hope he's happy

he's so fucked up for what he did to you.

i just hope he's happy.

(never find peace. never? why did you say that to me?)

we went on a double date, at the fair

ah, the F word

cmon man...

now we're here and there's the wheel right there, staring at me.

i can't get away from it.

-

you gonna bang Kat?

no. im not interested in women anymore.

i thought you werent interested in men, anymore?

i dont think im interested in anybody

you're both gonna be super drunk, did you take that into account?

yeah. i dont think itll change much.

-

it feels good to freeze and the only thing

you can warm your hands with, is a cigarette

it feels like being homeless, that feels right

i give it a try and yeah,

he's right.

i leave half of the conversation in my head

ive never been one for speaking my mind

half of the meanings, the clarifications, the answers, the questions

left behind

i tell him. (You'd hate me for it)

things ive never mentioned to anyone

he tells me

things he's never mentioned to anyone

that damn wheel is still there

i want to get a ferris wheel tattoo

you-. Yeah, i don't blame you.

and why were You on that strangers face?

why was that stranger wearing Your face?

why did i keep seeing Her around this place?

we go inside and i watched

Princess Mononoke

with Grant

originally i canceled my plans with him

to watch it with You.

but where were You?

where were You?

where were

You?

where were

You?

SHE'S NOT GOING TO CALL

SHE'S STILL NOT GOING TO CALL

SHE WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ROACH

KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND

STAY. OUT. OF. THE. WAY.

i want to bury my hands in the snow till they cant move

what does that feel like?

is that a sensation worth experiencing?

can i put cigarettes out on my own skin?

another cigarette, please

ash it down till it burns my mouth

i'm getting ready to scream.

i smell like ten cigarettes.

[jericho-goat]

im content enough to down the drink now

Your bartender hands you the drink. The fragrance from the layered cocktail is bright and fruity, yet masking the unmistakable aroma of whiskey. It also seems imbued with a certain energy. More interwoven with the fabric of the universe. You take your first sip.

Where the previous times you tried to eat anything at this buffet, you only felt hungrier and colder afterwards, now you feel a little warmer. An existential blush that you feel primarily in your cheeks and your goatly extremities. And, just a little tipsy, you begin to notice that this whole buffet is bustling with activity, both corporeal and non.

"Go on, keep going," the bartender cajoles. You take another sip.

In a metaphysical sense, you come to understand you have joined your bartender's party. That her name is Ancho, and that she is not the same type of entity you are. You wonder if this was a bad idea. Before you can pursue that particular rabbit, she SPEAKS a command.

"JERICHO, use TOKYO SOUR"

All at once, your thoughts cease to be your own. Memories scream past you, memories not only of your short previous life, but of every life you've led. Of golden sunrises and moonlit reveries, hard labor and endless leisure, of war, famine, disease. Memories you would like to spend a moment's reflection on, if only to get a sense of your place in the world.

But Ancho's SPOKEN command overrides your will. You try to hold the most concrete memory in your mind's eye, the memory of your last death. But without your permission, your body takes another sip of the cocktail.

Bit by bit, the details of the scene fade. The hooded figures at the edges of the room blur and become indistiguishable from the shadows that flicker in the candlelight. As if drunk, the room spins and falls away. The last thing you can hold on to is the instinctual half sensation of Dog teeth charging you, death and pain overwhelming you. And then that too is gone.

In its place, a bright whirlwind. You are in the Veil, the realm of the dead that hangs over perceptable reality. Your particular locality is Las Vegas, the infamous city of sin. Before you stands your party leader, Ancho, a Demon, as you've come to realize.

All around you, other entities mill about. Some have human forms, yet pass, grey and insubstantial, through the furniture, as if following a habitual path too well worn to be slowed down by the caprices of the living. Some, monstrous or animalistic, eye you curiously from tables near the buffet. A few humanoid forms, similar in appearance to Ancho, serve from the buffet. And, a minority among the Ghosts, Spirits, and Demons, a handful of living Humans eat their breakfast, apparently unaware of any of the supernatural activity happening in their vicinity.

"We're running out of time. JERICHO, us-"

A glowing white figure materializes with a glowing bang. Ancho is knocked away, falling against the chair you tried to start a beef with a few minutes ago. You are pushed back, but manage to retain your footing.

"Let's get this party jumpin'!"

He summons a shining white baseball bat in his left hand.

COMBAT ENGAGED: LAS VEGAS JESUS lv 112

WHAT DO YOU DO?

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23.09.25 - 009-012

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JJK: College / University AU [O-Z]

List of all Jungkook fics tagged under 'College / University' AU with titles starting with 'O-Z':

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* Last updated: 26/11/2023

D R A B B L E S

Red Wine by taephilia established relationship Summary: You don’t understand why Jungkook likes red wine so much.

Shirts and Staircases [pt2] by thejooncrew s roommates au Summary: Your shirt-stealing escapades come to an auspicious end when your best friend catches you in the act.

Sneaking Around by solarwonux fratboy!Jungkook

So It Begins by muniimyg tsundere!Jungkook, friends to lovers Summary: The one where it’s all about what OC wants.

So It Begins (2) by muniimyg wc~2.5k / friends to lovers Summary: The one where it’s all about what Jungkook wants.

So It Ends by muniimyg angst, dating au Summary: The one where OC is Jungkook’s first love but he is not hers.

Stay by koostarcandy FWB Summary: Jungkook comes in and out of your life like a recurring side character in a 90s show. You wish that he would stay, just like the main character that he is.

* Teach Me How to Play by kidguk

The Angry Snowman by artaefact established relationship Summary: When he lends you his hoodie.

The one at Hobi’s birthday party by mccnyoongi s established relationship

Under the Stars by madbutgloriouspond strangers to lovers Summary: You're always looking at the sky and Jungkook's only looking at you.

Unwind by yoonia s established relationship Summary: When he helps you unwind from your study night.

“Wait a minute…are you jealous?” “I’m not jealous! It’s just…you’re mine!” by taeken-my-heart established relationship

Waiting Game by kthvluvr strangers to lovers Summary: either im rlly ugly or i just killed you with my good looks

“We’re in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you’re totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here.” by kpopfanfictrash

“What? No! I wasn’t staring…I-I was looking at something behind you!” by taeken-my-heart friends to lovers

When Opposites Attract by bangtaninink Summary: All of a sudden, you’re being noticed by the most popular boy on campus.

You coerce Jungkook into taking a “study break” by joopiterjoon s established relationship, PWP

* You Like That? by peachypinkygloss s nerd!Jungkook, FWB Summary: You didn't think the nerdy boy in your class was a master at eating pussy.

You’re So Creepy by whatifyoulivelikethat Summary: There are two types of people in this world: those who want Jungkook and those who pretend they don’t want Jungkook. Oh, wait. A third type? A vampire??

You’re So Creepy Part II by whatifyoulivelikethat Summary: Jungkook wants to see creepy vampire girl just one more time. Just to talk. About, uh… sorry, what was the question?

O N E S H O T S

* Once the Thrill Expires by alphabetboyluvr s wc~5.8k / angst, FWB, housemates au Summary: Your housemate turned FWB takes another girl home after a night out.

One on One by thatmultifandomhoe wc~3.1k / boxer!Jungkook Summary: He was a boxer, and you were a student. Two separate lives and yet, you were the one putting him back together.

Only Mine by parkhabits s wc~5k / FWB

Only When You're Lonely by jjkeverlast s wc~7.5k / succubus!reader, supernatural au Summary: Jungkook has never dated anyone, because of you and you're soft touches that bring him to orbit. It's all it's ever been, just sex between you. Although, it brings an unexpected turn when Jungkook accidentally blurts you out as his girlfriend to his college friends which results in them expecting you to an upcoming party. What Jungkook doesn't know is that you're much more than just someone he meets when he's lonely.

Oops by shuadotcom s wc~6k / strangers to lovers Summary: You don’t know who the wonderful voice singing in the shower is, but you need to know.

* Orbit by whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~8.8k Summary: Ah, university. A time to get drunk, get laid, and (maybe) get an education. And Jeon Jungkook could do all those things. It was great. Until the moment he encounters an inescapable gravity, the kind of gravity that had already trapped all six of his friends… but left him out in orbit, circling alone.

Paint Me Naked by gimmethatagustd s wc~16k / artist!Jungkook Summary: After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?

Parallel by satnin-darling s wc~7.5k / childhood friends to lovers Summary: Jungkook thought he’d never see her again. She was someone from the past, someone he knew. But she found herself in his dreams. And then he remembers her as the girl that read voraciously and talked about philosophy. His neighbour from back home. Someone he thought was an enigma yet secretly admired. Time has passed and he confronts those feelings, she was no longer a dream as she appears in front of him now, different yet the same.

Past Midnight by tae-bebe wc~10.5 / strangers to lovers Summary: Jungkook somehow gets into the habit of meeting a beautiful girl in various slightly strange situations at various slightly strange hours of the night, and somehow ends up falling for her along the way.

Play Pretend by seokoloqy s wc~8.6k / soccer player!Jungkook, friends to lovers, fake dating Summary: Walking under ladders, splitting the pole, breaking mirrors, going near black cats—just to name a few things Jeon Jungkook doesn’t do before his soccer games.

Ring by tayegi s wc~3.9k / friends au, PWP Summary: “Do you find this arousing?”

(Road)tripping for You by latetaektalk wc~31k / strangers to lovers, roadtrip au Summary: It was just supposed to be a roadtrip; your best friend, her boyfriend, his best friend, and you. But it gets a little more complicated (and a whole lot more awkward) when your best friend and her boyfriend have to drop out and you’re left to go on the trip with none other than Jeon Jungkook, a complete stranger. Well, a complete stranger except for the fact that you hooked up two years ago.

Ruin the Friendship by kpopfanfictrash s wc~8k / friends to lovers Summary: Your drunk ass best friend keeps calling you to take care of him and it wouldn’t be so awful, if it weren’t for the feelings.

Over the Edge by kpopfanfictrash s wc~9.1k / established relationship Summary: So, you’re dating. Everything is dandy, the sex is knocking your socks off, but what happens when you get in the first real fight?

See You Around by ddaengtae s wc~13.9k / fitness instructor!Jungkook, strangers to lovers Summary: You know those beautiful strangers that you admire from afar and obsess over with your friends, but know there’s about a one percent chance they’ll ever talk to you or even know who you are? That’s precisely what Jeon Jungkook was to you; a piece of delicious eye candy that you could daydream about all you wanted, but had to accept that it was too unrealistic to ever happen. Or so you thought. After an embarrassing accident at the gym that makes your worlds collide, maybe you had been wrong about your chances all along.

Set on You by bymoonchild s wc~18.1k / setter!Jungkook, manager!reader Summary: Sports has never been your thing, so when you find yourself in a sports hall that reeks of perspiration and cologne and in front of a group of volleyball players whom you’re supposed to be managing (heck, you can’t even manage your own life), you know that you’re in Deep Shit™. Especially when Jeon Jungkook, the golden setter of the team aka the boy who holds stars in his eyes, starts to occupy your reveries, slowly becoming both the quiet and pandemonium of your heart.

Skies of Blue by seokstrivia wc~6k Summary: He was captain of the football team, whereas, you were the typical quiet girl who minded her own business. Or, Jungkook is softer than one would think.

Skirt Chasers by 1kook s wc~7.8k / friends to lovers Summary: "Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn’t know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls."

Snack Thief by astralkoo s wc~6.4k / neighbors au Summary: In which your annoying, younger neighbor has a nasty habit of breaking into your apartment late at night and stealing your food.

Something in the Water by vankoya s wc~25.8k / friends to lovers, camping au Summary: Sleeping in is a foreign concept to Kim Taehyung and his awkward, mismatched gang of pals. This is made all the more apparent when they rock up at ___’s doorstep at the ass crack of dawn, as if it is a natural time for any college student to be awake. But when she is informed that it was the youngest of their group who insisted she join them on their spontaneous camping trip, she is suddenly not as reluctant to play along than when she was first awakened by her enigma of a best friend, slamming his fist against her front door.

Southpaw by starshapedkookie s wc~30k / boxer!Jungkook, childhood friends to lovers Summary: Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each other’s lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.

Stay in Your Lane by luxekook s wc~5.8k / enemies to lovers Summary: In which the reader is the captain of the women’s swim team and Jungkook is the “golden freshman” of the men’s swim team… or in which Jungkook is overtly whipped for the reader and acts out in any way possible to gain her love and attention - no matter the consequence.

Stay Quiet by hobidreams s wc~2.7k / established relationship, PWP Summary: You think the library is only a place for studying. Jungkook convinces you otherwise.

Strictly Platonic by jeonqkooks s wc~19.4k / friends to lovers, fake dating Summary: Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.

Stuffed Pumpkin by floralseokjin s wc~6.4k / friends to lovers Summary: Hooking up with the guy you’re neutral towards isn’t how you expected your night to go, especially dressed as a pumpkin…

Stupid Game by kookiesjoonies s wc~2k / established relationship Summary: All you wanted to do was study in peace, but that becomes impossible due to your boyfriend’s constant screaming at the video game on the television. So you decide to teach him a lesson; if he insists on being loud, you’re going to give him a reason to be.

Suck It Up! by jungkxook s wc~9.7k / vampire!Jungkook, friends to lovers Summary: Being Jungkook’s best friend means you’re used to his strange and chaotic ways but lately he’s been acting a little too strange, like thinking he’s turned into a vampire kind of strange.

Sugarplum Elegy by bymoonchild s wc~17.9k / FWB Summary: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

Sunday Morning by 7cypher wc~6.8k / strangers to lovers Summary: Every Sunday, Jeongguk went to the laundry room. The space was empty, a peace he could only find in the early hours of the day, but the quietude didn’t last long when his heart beat a little faster at the sight of you.

Tangsuyuk Love by full-of-jams wc~11.5k / friends to lovers Summary: College student Jungkook passes cute notes with a customer who always orders take-out tangsuyuk at his part-time job. Meanwhile he’s trying not to miserably fail his Math class, while hiding his ever-growing crush on you.

Team by imagniation wc~5k / friends to lovers Summary: Jungkook has been the friend that you’ve always had in life. When he tries to take it to the next step, you find yourself rejecting him. Fear not, a trip gone wrong fixes the day.

Teasing by letspurpletogether s wc~3.6k / PWP Summary: The one where your study partner is just too cute you can’t resist teasing him.

That Tuesday Night by sonnenfuchs s wc~5k / friends au, PWP Summary: Your best friend finds out how much you love horror, yet you are so goddamn easy to scare. It holds the promise of an entertaining night.

The Art of the Rom-Com by gukyi wc~33k / enemies to lovers Summary: FILM395, the art of the rom-com, was supposed to be an easy a with one of your favorite professors, but it’s not. it’s actually a sisyphean torture that comes in the form of fellow film student jeon jungkook, who has no problem responding to every one of your discussion posts about the consumerist ideals underlying every romance movie with his own paragraphs on the beauty of love like the hopeless romantic he is. and when the two of you find yourselves partnered up for your final project, which is to create a short film on rom-coms, jungkook decides to take it upon himself to show you what love is really like.

The Art of War More by kpopfanfictrash s wc~42.4 / enemies to lovers Summary: Jeon Jungkook had messed with you for the last time. That was what you thought when the hockey team – led by the insufferable Jungkook – kicked your dance team out again from your reserved room at the gym. In retaliation, you planned a prank of epic proportions and were caught in the act by none other than Jungkook himself. Before the rift between you could grow any deeper, you accidentally overheard something you were not meant to hear. Something which overshadowed even your heated rivalry. Faced with the choice between obvious wrong and teaming up with your worst enemy – you reluctantly chose the latter. But what will you do when feelings you once thought of as hatred become something decidedly… not?

* The Bane of Your Existence by oddinary4bts s wc~2.6k / angst, FWB Summary: “You really were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I mean that.” + “It could’ve been worse. We could’ve fallen in love.” + “It’s hot when you talk back.”

The Boyfriend Shirt™ by triptaech wc~3.2k / fratboy!Jungkook, FWB Summary: Jungkook, your adorable fuck buddy, was ready to give his favorite white shirt up if you looked that good in it all the time.

The Coffee Shop Contract by gukyi wc~18k / fake dating Summary: Apparently, having an Instagram profile with a different girl in every picture is reason enough for your friends to strike up a deal where they’ll pay you to have a relationship. Well, Jeon Jungkook’s no good at relationships, but a fake relationship isn’t a real relationship. Is it?

The Lonely Hearts Club by vantaenims wc~17.5k / friends to lovers Summary: A story of how two lost humans in the cruel world of love managed to find each other in a sea full of failed relationships, heartbreaks, and drunken karaoke nights but could they truly find the love they’re looking for through each other?

The Love Project by gukyi wc~12k / friends to lovers Summary: From running to McDonald’s at 3am after a Halloween party where the two of you dressed up as the Teletubbies to timing how long it takes for him to drink a cup of monster mixed with mountain dew and iced coffee and then do fifty push-ups, you’re used to your best friend Jungkook asking you to do all sorts of crazy things. But, of all the shit the two of you do, letting him follow you around for a week with a camera and take candid photos of you for a photography assignment might just be the craziest of them all.

The Lucky Ones by today-we-will-survive wc~19k / soulmates au

The Probability of Us by jiminrings wc~6k / university au Summary: Jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, Y/N’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories.

The Push [AO3] by underthejoon s wc~11k / friends to lovers Summary: You're in love with your best friend and he's in love with you. Only you're both too stupid to realize it.

The Silver Lining + Falling in Love With Your Best Friend by whoreternal s wc~5.6k / friends to lovers

The Spins by here2bbtstrash s wc~10.3k / fratboy!Jungkook Summary: You discover a new side to your former lab partner, frat wonder boy Jeon Jungkook, when you confess to him the one thing no man has ever been able to make you do.

The Virgin Volume by kpopfanfictrash s wc~6.8k / angst Summary: The story of how The Rich Man’s Crochet Club Jungkook lost his virginity. Prequel to The Monogamy Monologues.

Tomorrow by ggukcangetit wc~4.6k / friends to lovers, grad student au Summary: At the beginning of your third year of your PhD program, you didn’t expect many changes. Until the new PhD cohort started classes, and Jeon Jungkook became part of your group of friends.

Watch Your Words by v-hope wc~2.6k / established relationship Summary: You get the chance to go study abroad for a whole semester and your boyfriend doesn’t take it very well. Or the one in which you mix up the words “when” and “if” during an argument and make him cry.

White Lies by noteguk s wc~13.3k / athlete!Jungkook, friends to lovers, fake dating Summary: In which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you.

Will You Make a Mess Now? by softyoongiionly s wc~4.7k / college au Summary: Jungkook’s never been touched before and, after a hectic end to his semester, he thinks he wants that to change…

Can I Make a Mess Now? by softyoongiionly s wc~4.8k / college au Summary: Jungkook’s never had sex before but, after realizing that he’s falling in love with you, he thinks he wants that to change.

Worth the Wait by sketchguk s wc~13.3k / barista!Jungkook, strangers to lovers Summary: You have an unwritten rule about swearing off relationships to pursue your studies, but your willpower wavers when you meet Jeongguk, the barista with commitment issues and a soft spot just for you.

Year After Year (After Tear After Tear) by ubemango wc~3.4k / angst, unrequited love Summary: Taehyung just wants you to have a good birthday.

Zipper by taeshobipop s wc~5.4k / fratboy!Jungkook Summary: Jungkook isn’t your date to the annual BTS gala, but he’s the only one available to take you dress shopping. So when a zipper emergency arises in the boutique’s tiny dressing room, who’s there to help you?

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

One Time, In Your Room by ubemango s established relationship Summary: There are papers to write, and virgins to daydream about. (You can think about Jeongguk’s dick later.)

Only Fools by yonkimint sm Summary: Y/N has been in love with Jungkook since their Chemistry class freshman year but he’s got so many girls after him, he’d never give her the time of day. Besides, she’s his best friend’s nerdy cousin so she’s off limits anyway. Right? Throw in a costume party, a catfish, and a whole lot of crackhead and see if these fools ever find their way to each other.

Popular-ish by hansolmates s popular!Jungkook, normie!reader Summary: You are way out of Jungkook’s league. Or is it the other way around?

Practice by chryblossomjjk s fuckboy!Jungkook, FWB Summary: You usually spend Friday nights on your own. Tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, Jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.

Pretty Boy by angelguk s friends to lovers Summary: A drabble series dedicated to young love, jock!JK, yearning and the pet name bunny.

Puzzle [pt2] [pt3] [pt4] [pt5] [pt6] [pt7] [pt8] by kimvvantae s FWB Summary: You and Jungkook are best friends of a lifetime, even though your personalities are like unmatching pieces of a puzzle. The line between friendship and something more has never been crossed between you two - but that changes after a break up and a drunken night, when you not-so-accidentally cross this line to something much more. What happens when after this accident your non-matching puzzle pieces seem to match in a way you’ve never imagined?

Shiver by hansolmates s childhood friends to lovers, FWB Summary: Your childhood crush Jeon Jungkook has changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. When he returns for a Christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. In exchange, Jungkook craves a taste of you.

Stockholm Syndrome by taleasnewastime s strangers to lovers, gang au Summary: You’d tried so hard to run away from your troubled childhood. Now in your final year at university you’re starting to feel like maybe what’s in your past will stay there. Then a beautiful stranger shows up and befriends you, but not everything about him is as it seems.

Sugar and Coffee by jimlingss rivals to lovers, pâtisserie school au Summary: It isn’t hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it’s not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

Tiger Flower by v-hope sm Summary: Not many people knew the shy guy who used to do everything alone in high school was the one to secretly leave flowers in your seat every week. You most certainly didn’t know the introvert guy you were just befriending in third year of college was the reason flowers meant so much to you now. And Jeongguk? He most definitely didn’t know he would once again be silently aching for you to please love him.

Vaunt | Vaunt II ² by yminie s fratboy!Jungkook Summary: Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk.