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Regarding Jason's pre-crisis characterization, would you say that he really is just a carbon copy of Dick or did he eventually grow into his own character in the span of his run time? Also, would you recommend it to a Jason fan to read about his pre-crisis days?
i don't think pre-crisis jay has ever been a carbon copy of dick actually! i know it's a popular opinion but frankly speaking, i think people who say that either have not read his pre-crisis run at all or have not cared enough to understand the story.
the fact that pre-crisis jason’s origin and background (in major ways, but not 1:1, that’s also a misconception) mirrors that of dick was not “lazy writing” and it’s not some sign of the general silliness and carelessness of the editorial of the times. it was very much a conscious, well-thought-through decision.
let me break this down (so that it doesn't become another essay):
to make it clear before i get into anything else: jay's background being so similar to that of dick is actually a way to set up a story about their differences. despite sharing so much experience, there are some key variables in both their origins and personalities that the writers clearly wanted to bring readers' attention to. i will circle back to it later.
i reckon a lot of dc fans who never actually got to read these issues have this misconception that the death of the pre-crisis todds was an exact parallel to that of the flying graysons. however, jason’s parents do not die in a way that dick’s parents do; in fact, joseph and trina todd die while aiding dick in an investigation after he requested their help (this is also why dick later says that he would take care of jason have bruce not offered; he feels guilty for their demise.) this is a deeply fascinating concept tbh, because the todds are like collateral damage to vigilantism; sacrificial lambs, and dick is responsible for it, leaving another orphan on the scene. it's a full cycle!
it was also a smart way for jason to enter the narrative this way because it gave him a link to his predecessor. unlike post-crisis, jason’s first contact is dick, which makes sense, because it’s a story about robin (as a disclaimer: the way post-crisis alters it is also sensible for the plot it tries to convey; but these are two various storylines, approached from a much different angle!)
and pre-crisis jay is a very much different character from dick since day one. dick projects on him vehemently, giving him the robin mantle (once jay tries out different identities btw), which jason accepts as a gesture of love but also dreads. he struggles with the concept of vigilantism from the start, while everyone around him assumes that this is simply the way things go because his circumstances are so similar to that of both dick and bruce. he has a seriously tough time trying to reconcile with the concept of dual identities. he questions bruce's motives and actions a lot more than both dick in his early days and post-crisis jason. he stares numbly at the wall after his first patrol. he voices his concerns.
here i also want to say, that while i absolutely do think everyone should read these stories, and there are some storylines that can be incorporated into post-crisis jay canon, it doesn't hurt to consider which of them do not fit into it at all.
post-crisis and pre-crisis jay have completely different backgrounds, and since pre-crisis jay has been brought up in a rather safe and stable environment, as i mentioned, he's much more confident in questioning bruce. on the contrary, post-crisis jay seems to be so delighted to be having an adult at all that his faith in batman is almost absolute (for most of his robin run at least.)
as i said, pre-crisis jay is also much more aware of the duality of the vigilante life. as a former performer, he says that it feels disappointing to know that none of the people whom he helps will know his name, and he is used to having an audience (he is aware that it is a selfish sentiment.) this is not a thing that post-crisis jay considers at all.
i also imagine that post-crisis jay would never tell bruce the (famous) words that he would be perfectly happy to be just his son and not his sidekick (which he does pre-crisis); not because the truth is different but because he doesn't fully comprehend that it's an option. post-crisis robin jay's compartmentalisation is barely existent if at all; bruce "gave him" robin even before he took him in, so the roles of a son & sidekick are almost one and the same for him, which is why i'd say the events of a death in the family occur at all (he "failed" as robin -> he runs away to find another parent).
and well. pre-crisis jay actually has friends. his world does not begin and end with his role as gotham's protector and hope. speaking of which, he also does not possess the same passionate relationship with gotham as post-crisis jay does.
there are of course many traits they share – i'd say they both have even more sympathy for criminals and an even stronger of belief in rehabilitation than bruce does. they are also both, in a way, a victim of the cycle in the family and projection – bruce (and pre-crisis, dick) assume that the way of dealing with grief is to go out into combat, which is not necessarily true for them. but ironically, i think, it's post-crisis jay who remains more innocent and is easy-going in the way he initially settles into the role.
ultimately, i think all batfamily fans should read pre-crisis robin jay's run because it's perhaps the only run that takes adoption and the topic of legacies seriously. and it's before the editorial and writers decided that batman having a child was lame, and that robin's role was just CA, so bruce is truly parenting. while pre-crisis bruce is much more of a sweetheart than post-crisis bruce is, so it may not all seem "realistic" for contemporary characterisation, it still gives a good idea of what a plotline about bruce being a parent could and should look like. i'm not going to lie to you, post-crisis jay's run feels seriously loveless compared with pre-crisis. pre-crisis, there's plenty of family tensions, and at times it appears that no one in this damn family understands each other, and yet there's so much fondness and care and desperate declarations of belonging. pre-crisis jay's story is genuinely, from the very beginning, a story about a child whose parents die entangled in a vigilante's investigation and who is thrown into a family of vigilantes, projected onto from all sides, and who tries to fill in shoes he never truly asked for in the first place. but dear god is there tenderness there. is there self-awareness and a serious attempt to conceive what taking over a mantle of a sidekick means. yeah. much more than it is in post-crisis.
#thank you for opportunity to talk about pre-crisis#because. truly from the bottom of my heart. it's such a good run. SO SO good.#back when dc used to say things that were true and beautiful#<- old man (23) getting sentimental over good ol' times (he wasn't even alive back then.)#dc#jay.zip#jay.txt#jason todd#core texts#pre-crisis
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I’ve been getting really into magical stuff recently and also DC so I’m just gonna drop this here:
Fae Dick Grayson
F A E
okay so fae stories are special to me because I grew up on hearing pagan folklore and fairytales about fae and fae adjacent creatures as good night stories so hooo boy yes I adore that trope! (I mean, I made Dick a Banshee in my fic Shuck so… hehe)
Anyway, Fae Dick Grayson! There’s just so many things you can do with it ✨
Robin appears from one day to the next, following in Batman’s shadow like a mischievous sprite, so honestly rumors have been going wild about him since day one. Robin actually being something non-human doesn’t really come as a surprise!
The fae folk are known for being awfully good at blending in with regular humans when they put their mind to it, the only thing that puts them apart (in most stories) is their otherworldly beauty, and Dick Grayson? Well, he’s definitely got that in abundance.
Just sometimes, when the light reflects off a surface in just the right way, when someone pours a glass of water and you happen to look right through the spray, or when you think you catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye and you spin around— but there’s only Dick Grayson, even if a second ago you could have sworn you saw eyes where there weren’t supposed to be any; colors that aren’t supposed to exist; feathers where only skin has any right to be.
And, gods, all the talking. Dick is terrifyingly good at talking to people without actually saying anything, to the point where you walk away from the conversation feeling utterly drained after spilling your entire life story but when you think back on it— you can’t remember him ever telling you anything about himself. You know there were the usual pleasantries of “hi” and “nice to meet you” and “how are you doing?” but anything beyond that just kinda… seemed to spill out of you? It’s very strange. It’s very unnerving. By the end of the evening you other convince yourself you’re overreacting or you simply push the incident out of your mind altogether.
And there’s another thing about Dick. His name.
He only ever introduces himself as Dick Grayson/Robin. Never Richard. Never. Especially not Richard John. Names are sacred for the fae folk, names have power, so while Richard John Grayson may not be Dick’s true name, he treats it as such to honor his parents. None are allowed to use it. None except Bruce or Alfred on special occasion.
Of course, Dick’s “true” name isn’t exactly a secret so when someone does happen to use it… well, Dick may be… other… but he’s still intrinsically good in a way many of his kind don’t have the patience to be. Dick judges on a case by case basis, just like his parents and Bruce taught him. And usually people do not mean it maliciously when they use his name so he kindly corrects them and that’s that. But oh man, if they still insist on calling him “Richard”? Well..
“Oh no, it seems your credit card is being declined, sir!”
“Sheesh, you tripped over a root? In Gotham?!”
“What do you mean ten birds flew into your window last night? You live on floor level!”
“Dude I’m telling you that rash doesn’t look normal.”
“I… don’t think crows are supposed to follow you like that.”
It’s little things (most of the time, unless you really pissed Dick off) but they keep piling up, slowly driving you insane. You feel like you’re being watched, but it’s just a bird sitting on the window sill again. You feel like someone moved all your furniture just slightly to the right even tho you checked all the cameras.
The fae are kind, but they are also vindictive when crossed.
(Thanks to Bruce, however, I think Dick’s bouts of “vengeance” rarely go much farther than that though.)
Dang ok that ended up being an entire rant… wow. Anyway, yeah. Fae.
#look growing up in the middle of the woods just does something to you#my entire family told us tales about the creatures in the woods#looking back on it now a lot of them were fairly creepy#but my cousin and I always went looking for the one who ‘swayed the trees’#there’s not a good translation for it but it sounds pretty cool in my language#and also slightly gruesome#double meaning and all that#then again our idea of fun was traipsing into the moors and finding ways through it without getting stuck so idk#wow ok that reads like a bit of a horror story but I swear it was great#anyway#ghost talks#fae dick Grayson#dick grayson#nightwing#Robin
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It’s been three weeks and I still have not sorted my feelings about Legends Con. So have this random, unorganized list of things that happened that I still remember (more under the cut):
Nick tried to flash (stood on a chair and pulled up his shirt) Tala and Maisie during their panel but no one noticed him in the back
On the other hand when Arthur showed up during Caity and Jes’ panel they immediately saw him and greeted him
Caity was asked what Sara’s safe word is at the Meet&Greet and her answer was “Chiquita Banana”
When asked who they would eat first on a deserted island, pretty much everyone immediately said “Dom”
Caity and Jes kept talking about doing a podcast and asking people for stuff to talk about. Jes suggested they should just do Stabcast but Caity said she doesn’t like True Crime (which fair, I don’t either lol)
Adam said Avalance’s kid is named Rose and that Gary would be a great babysitter but he definitely would lose her at some point
At the opening ceremony Caity was like “I think the last time I said I was getting married. And I did it. *shows her ring* And Jes had our baby!”
When talking about the hardest goodbyes, Caity being Caity forgot Dom left and wasn’t even in the final season. Her answer was Franz btw.
A kid asked Amy, Caity and Jes if they would rather jump in lava or drown in water if they had to die and Jes was like “How old are you? Where is your mother?!” lmao
Jes recited the condolence card from Meet The Legends to the best of her recollection and kept laughing
Arthur kept mentioning how weird it is that all these fans and the cast are in his hometown
I could listen to Maisie talk for hours, just wanted to throw that in here
Jes was talking about how beautiful the gold dress from 502 was and Caity replied with “Anything you wear is beautiful 🥰” before Amy chimed in that she is still looking for the video of Liv and Jes laughing at Matt falling off his chair that was mentioned earlier lol
When asked about a crack ship (Rishop = Rip/Bishop) Arthur went on to talk about how he loves fanfiction lol
When asked if Nick or Matt is the better kisser Tala said “Maisie”
Adam started singing I Will Always Love You (forgot why) and Maisie left him hanging by not joining in and just smiling/laughing
Poor Matt didn’t know about the Human Centipede but now he does
Jes came up with the pick up line “I can be your legend until tomorrow” and then was like “someone try this tonight at the bar!”
On the second day Adam brought a water pistol to the panel and used it on everyone who got up to ask a question
Adam was THE hype man all weekend. He kept starting “When I say DC you say Legends of Tomorrow” chants
The fandom organized a group gift to give each cast member a trophy of the Waverider. We were allowed to present it to them at the closing ceremony.
Nick was called “Brad Pitt” during the trophy ceremony and Adam being Adam stood up instead
Amy sang Future Favorite with one of the kids at the closing ceremony
Adam said something about how he doesn’t like being emotional in front of people and everyone started chanting “SHOW EMOTIONS”
By the end of the closing ceremony everyone was super emotional. Caity was too emotional to speak when it was her turn and started crying and Jes hugged her. She said “I miss you guys” to the cast and went back for another hug. Jes was like “stop the emotions. stop the emotions” in reference to the earlier chant
A small list of some of the things that happened to me personally. I won’t share it all in detail here though, for reasons:
When I got my solo photo op with Caity, she saw my Real Housewives Sara shirt and was like “That’s funny. Can I take a picture?” and then she posted it on her IG Story
Amy spoke German to me out of nowhere when she noticed my accent. She also called me back during our photo op to ask me how I was and if I slept alright.
Jes gave me this 🥺 look when I talked to her at the autograph table
Nick held my hand for like a minute which was super overwhelming especially cause I struggle with eye contact lol. He also kept lovingly teasing me the whole weekend.
Me and a bunch of people did the 709 costumes as cosplay and won ‘Best Group’. It was a lot of fun.
#legends of tomorrow#avalance#Meeting all the amazing people that I met on Twitter in the past 1 1/2 has been amazing and I miss everyone terribly#i forgot so much stuff that happened already.. especially what some of the cast said to me during the meet&greet :’(#I’m kinda sad I didn’t get to ask Caity and Jes about the gift I got them :(#It did show up in Caity’s story about her gifts though so she at least got it lol#and jes… we know she doesn’t do social media lol…#also i ran into the ppl i never wanted to meet too often… such big egos for such shitty personalities. gross.#their behavior was just so rude#legends con
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Blue Beetle and El Paso
I would be lying if I said that I was not disappointed by the canonical home of Jaime Reyes being changed both in the movie and in recent comics. However, I would also be lying if I said that I absolutely detested the movie for whatever reason. I enjoyed the movie for what it was and what it meant to the Hispanic and Latinx communities. It is a huge deal, and I think it was done well. Going back to my original point, it is hard to be disappointed when it feels as though I am not missing out on much when Blue Beetle's relationship with El Paso was never done true justice anyway.
The West Texan Mexican-American experience is hard to fully encapsulate into one solid thought or idea. I can confidently say that the approach DC had in most iterations of the comics, cartoons, recent movie, and other forms of media always toned the experience down and made it a duller aspect of his story. I can not recall even a single time when El Paso was brought up or portrayed in a way that was recognizable to an El Pasoan across any of the aforementioned media. It always felt disconnected and out of touch, but I still held it close to my heart because it was something alluding to home.
In a way, I am happy that Blue Beetle is now from the fictional (emphasis on that) Palmera City, because it reiterates that heroes can only be super in Hollywood when they are superficially placed in a cookie-cutter big and flashy city. All I really have to say to that is, good for them. They did what they needed to in order to reach a wider audience. I am sure that the payoff for the corporate powerhouses at the end was worth it even at the cost of individuality. Come to think of it, my mind cannot really conjure up any mainstream superheroes that operate in any desert long term. Any time spent in the less "glamorous" parts of the Southwest is almost always smaller plot-driving settings that act as a stepping stone for bigger heroes and not as a home.
Anyway, all of this is to say that I understand why they did what they did with the setting. I even still happen to think the entire production team did a great job, but that does not stop me from wondering what could have been at any point in Blue Beetle's recent history if someone had used the beauty, culture, and complexity found uniquely in Sun City far more productively. There was so much more potential than the oftentimes vague and noncommittal nods given to the setting. It just was not utilized to its fullest potential, and if that would have been a continuous theme, then I am glad that they are no longer working with it.
Shifting to something less ranty, I absolutely suck at drawing. I am a STEM person through and through, but that did not stop me from visualizing all of the things I would have loved to have seen portrayed in a Blue Beetle story while experiencing being a teenager in El Paso. He was my absolute favorite superhero because he was one that I saw every single day in my hometown, and there were several things I felt he would have enjoyed doing.
For example, we have a ton of high schools. If I had to narrow down the ones I think Jaime Reyes would have attended, I would probably say my top three picks would be: El Paso High School, Bowie High School, or Austin High School. An interesting custom that schools in El Paso have is placing the first initial of a myriad of our high schools on the mountains. They are huge and visible, as well as a testament to our school spirit and pride. The Top 10 percent of most of our graduating classes wear different colored gowns at graduation than the rest of their peers, which is something I was told was not a common occurrence in most other states.
Homecoming is a huge deal, and people will buy, make, or sell Mums and corsages. It is kind of difficult to explain to people from around the states who may not be entirely familiar with what it is, but it is an old Texan tradition that is typically shared between sweethearts (dates) on the last day of Homecoming spirit week. It is something that a lot of people go all out for, and plenty of pictures exist on the internet of the various ways that they can be customized. I always thought it would be cool to see what Jaime Reyes would do for his Mum.
Prom is pretty much Prom wherever you are in the States for the most part, and ours are held at some great venues in the city, so there is not much more to say about that part of the high school experience. As far as colleges go, some of the most popular for teenagers at El Paso high schools to apply to are UTEP, EPCC, TTU, Texas A&M, and any of the other UTs (UT Austin, UT Dallas, and UT San Antonio to name a few). There are even several private universities like Rice, Baylor, and Trinity to name a few more. Hell, a lot of us even go to schools like NMSU in what is essentially our sister city of Las Cruces, there is also UNM, ASU, U of A, and CU. There are so many different choices for universities that are realistic and in the general area that Jaime absolutely could have chosen to apply to and attend. I think that seeing him initially as a Junior or Senior in an El Paso high school, and subsequently watching his transition into a college student in the city or elsewhere while grappling with his powers and responsibilities as Blue Beetle would have been so fascinating.
As far as places that it would have been nice to see him interact with at some point, it would be easier to just give a general list of my favorites. I wish that the following places could have been incorporated into the Blue Beetle story at some point long past: Chico's Tacos, Franklin Mountains State Park, Transmountain Road, Downtown, The Plaza Theater, Cielo Vista, The Fountains at Farah, Sunland Park, the Outlet Shoppes, Rosa's Cantina, Southwest University Park, Don Haskins Center, Concordia Cemetery, Scenic Drive-Overlook, the El Paso Star, Hueco Tanks, San Jacinto Plaza, St. Patrick Cathedral, any farmer's market or swap meet, any of our museums (Art, History, Archeology, Border Patrol, Science, Chamizal), the Coliseum, Ardovino's, Orange Cow, Burrito House, Bowie Bakery, Lucy's Cafe, any of our dulcerias, as well as literally any of our regional and national recreational chains. Obviously, there is so much more, but all of what I listed could have definitely been used for something whether it be a fight with a villain of the week, or opportunities to flesh out Jaime's character more socially and individually. That, and it tickles my funny bone to imagine the Teen Titans trying something like Chico's Tacos for the first time.
Unrelated, Jaime would totally listen to Khalid.
Naturally, there are so many other locations in surrounding cities and states that easily could have been used as well for any plot points that would have added even more Southwestern charm. I mean, part of New Mexico's tourism schtick is literally aliens (Roswell), and the scarab is in fact an alien now. However, for the purposes of this, I focused on El Paso. That is really all I have to say about all of this, if you stayed for my entire rant I appreciate it. If not, I totally understand, and I really just wanted to put my thoughts out into the world and write this love letter to my home city.
I love that Blue Beetle is now further into the general public's eye, and that his character means something for the entire extended community. He now has room to change, grow, and evolve from what he was before in a way that is far more defined by the expectations for a mainstream hero. Even if the El Pasoan Jaime Reyes can only exist truly in my mind, it is an okay price to pay for a narrative that touches my heart specifically. I am most certainly not a writer, so I hope that the next time we have a hero from El Paso, some of my city's charm can truly be done justice. After all, the only person who can characterize an El Pasoan correctly is an El Pasoan.
#blue beetle#el paso#comics#fandom#texas#jaime reyes#dc comics#dc universe#teen titans#west texas#canon#musings#thoughts#late night thoughts#representation#dcu#dceu#latinx#hispanics#texan#comic books#blue beetle movie
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#24: Freetalk [Nonfiction]
I'm always fascinated by how others perceive Isillud and how he's developed.
(Proto-Izzy trawling Gaia DC photo studios, circa 2020. Notice the different face structure.)
Izzy was first conceived as a way to practice ERP AND poke into nightclubs (remember that Escher can't take alcohol and so has no reason to be in one), which shaped his personality. He needed to be someone who approached others. Flirty, forward, sexual. Knows exactly what he wants.
In other words, the complete opposite of me.
Making him on EU also meant I wasn't awake often enough to join nightclubs FOR the ERP. I'm a genius, yes. These combined factors just meant 95% that made Isillud *Izzy* happened in writing or off-screen, which just was the idea of him sleeping with lots and lots and lots of men.
It's okay to say it: He's a slut.
What happens after is the interesting part.
The description turned people off from his character. Ew, slut. Ew, he's only about the sex. No substance. When I finally brought him out for RP, other characters pegged him as a prostitute/someone with STDs just because he was looking for hookups.
I'm sure that comes from our personal biases: That someone sex-positive is a slut who doesn't care about protection, or that they must be doing it for the money. They're unclean from sleeping around, catching STDs left and right. It's an occasional IC joke to those who have interacted with Izzy, though limited to those who, again, knew him as a slut first.
(Proto-Izzy with new hair and specs, the main reason I didn't put glasses on him for the longest time)
Izzy wasn't a major RP chara until he met Seloix & Etienne and had an actual character arc DUMPED onto him. Suddenly I had to think of things I hadn't considered: Was Izzy using sex as a coping mechanism? (Partly) Can his arbitrary powers I pulled from my obsession with Vagrant Story be a bigger part of his character? (Very yes) Is he commitment-phobic?? (Yes LOL)
From there it snowballed into him getting blackmailed by a Garlean and to the crowning achievement of my RP career: Using sex to counter-blackmail a fae prince working for said Garlean into revealing his name, binding him to Izzy's command forever.
I did it, I finally used Izzy's defining trait to get the upper hand in a situation and it felt good. Suddenly Izzy wasn't just a slut, he was smart and resourceful under that horny twink veneer. He can fight, but he's more than an archer who sits in trees for days. He negotiates and talks his way out of things. He doesn't lie but withholds. His mouth is his strongest weapon (hurhur) yet the power of his words accidentally got a man pecked to death by crows and blew up a house (ask for details).
One day I bumped into the people who knew his initial character and they just made the same old jokes about his promiscuity. Slut. Diseased. They didn't bother asking what he'd been up to nor want to know. Disappointed, but I'd given up at that point. I knew Isillud was more than that; their loss.
That's on us as people: We fall back on stereotypes without bothering to learn about someone the minute sex is mentioned. A few RPers were genuinely surprised that I used ERP as a honey-trap plot device (really? Y'all that boring?). The people who interact with him enjoy him as a character even when he's trying to come on to them. I acknowledge it takes a lot for some to get past the "I'm interacting with an ERP puppet" because when *I* talk about him his sexual appetite is what comes out first, but seeing others willing to look past the term and liking him is...nice. Heartwarming, even.
I hope cross-region travel comes true because there are places on NA I want to take Izzy to, like a ✨Regency-era Ishgardian gay men's club✨. A Bee Club. A Brume dive bar. Just...everywhere. The potential for Izzy's interaction is wide, and I'm excited where he'll end up.
Keep shining brightly my beautiful slut; the world will be your oyster yet.
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🌲- im 5’7 with blonde hair and blue eyes and i have a very introverted personality some of my favorite things to do are read and write and watch gilmore girls and my favorite author is taylor jenkins reid i also have a passion for music of any kind but especially 70s . im also outdoors often and have a cat named daryl ( lol twd)
My Fandoms are
Criminal minds
One Tree Hill
Marvel
DC
and Harry Potter
thank you!!
Okey dokey my dear!
First I ship you with Aaron Hotchner! 🤍
He always enjoys trips to the park,lake,pool,local garden and out of town trips whenever he wasn't wrapped in cases around the US with his team
He likes to just hold you with his arm wrapped around you and your head on his shoulder while reading one of your favorite books in the quiet of your home or music playing
He loves when the two of you and jack lay in bed or sit on the couch watching an episode of a sitcom or a movie enjoying the small moment of being a family
Whether it's slow dancing in your bedroom or kitchen or dancing away in the kitchen you always enjoy dancing together especially to music that you both have listened to for years when you were both younger in college
You both have a big love of music and always do different things depending on what music is playing whether you dance around the kitchen while dinner cooks,slow dancing in your bedroom whenever the two of you couldn't sleep,or even just doing things around the house
He always tries to get you out meeting people even when you didn't really know how to act and never minding when you needed to hold and squeeze his hand
Next I ship you with Nathan Scott! 💙
He didn't really listen to 70s music until he met you and would always walk in your home hearing a song playing just loud enough to where you could hear it halfway up the stairs to your room
Anytime when the two of you just sit on the couch with a bowl of popcorn or laying in bed with pizza or chinese watching a movie or an episode of one of your or his favorite shows he feels like home which he never felt before with any of his exes so he knew you were the one when he realized that feeling whenever he was with you
He always holds your hand when the two of you go out meeting new people even going to a bar or restaurant with his or your closest friends he is always rubbing your hand with his thumb occasionally kissing your hand in between helping you calm down
He can never turn down a trip to the lake,hiking on forest trails,barbeques with your friends,and out of town trips visiting your family and enjoying the time away from town back at your childhood home and town
Neither of you did really dance but when a good song came on the two of you were feeling the rhythm flow through your veins or the feelings of love as you held each other in your kitchen or bedroom
Next I ship you with Thor! ♥️
You both danced well on your own but when the two of you danced together everyone who was dancing would just watch as the two of you moved even molding together where no one could tell where each of your bodies began or ended
He would always whisper in your ear occasionally when you got anxious and nervous not knowing what to do or say
The two of you were always on some kind of trip whether to Asgard,the big lake outside of town,a small diner near Avengers tower,a local animal shelter,or even a field in the middle of nowhere that was so beautiful
He always likes watching movies with you on the couch or in bed with food and covered in blankets whether it's a cheesy romcom,An 80's slasher,a 90's comedy,or a movie that makes you cry about true stories that actually happened to people
He knew music could be for any mood but when he heard the 70's playlist you had he was dancing the whole time making you laugh and join him
He would always hold you against him with your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat when you were depressed and thinking you didn't deserve to have him
He always tells you stories of his life on Asgard and of is mother who he loved dearly and he knew if she was here and she met you the two of you would be partners in crime
Next I ship you with Barry Allen! 🧡
He always holds your hands helping ground you when you are anxious always reminding you that he was there and he never judged you for being like this occasionally
He loved going on trips with you no matter where it was whether it was a local restaurant,the park,the creek,or trips out of town to see your family whether it was a week or month he always enjoyed getting away from being a hero and Central City
He always enjoyed spending time with you no matter what it was so movie nights were a big thing that the two of you did together always attached to each other with drinks,food,and blankets laughing at a comedy,crying at an emotional movie,or in awe of a classic sci fi film The Matrix being both of your personal favorite
He always liked music but when a good 70's song came on you better be ready to dance and sing along with him
He opens his arm holding you when you're depressed letting you cry as long as you need while running his fingers through your hair and his hand on your side until you feel better
He had been told of his infamous dancing but when his team saw the two of you dancing together at the justice league headquarters for a Christmas party they were all surprised and impressed
And finally I ship you with Sirius Black! 🖤
He knew how depressed you could and he had it too so sometimes you would be depressed together holding each other and saying how much you meant to the other
The two of you would be slowly dancing or grooving in one of your rooms or even the common room in between classes or eating lunch together then dancing after
The two of you would always go on a trip to Hogsmeade,your family home in Greenwich,or your grandparents home in Sutton for holidays and school breaks
He was such a big fan of 70's music not only from you but from James who was always playing a random one hit wonder too groovy to forget
He would always give you water while hugging you when you're anxious making sure you drink enough to keep hydrated and slowly calm down
He always has movies ready to watch whenever you stay in the others room or when you go to your parents or grandparents home having multiple ones of different genres and decades having quite a few different favorites
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New Releases
Three new books this week including the third installment from Dhonielle Clayton's fabulous "The Belles" series that has us both enthralled and terrified at the same time. Which of the three are going on your TBR pile?
My Flawless Life and Yvonne Woon
Katherine Tegen Books
At the most elite private school in Washington, DC., whenever anyone has a problem that they need to go away, they hire Hana Yang Lerner.
Hana is a fixer. She knows who to call, what to say, and how to make sure secrets stay where they belong–buried. She can fix anything. Except her own life, which was destroyed when her father, senator Skip Lerner, was arrested for an accident that left one woman nearly dead.
Now Hana’s reputation is ruined and her friends are gone. So when she gets a job from an anonymous client called “Three” to follow her former best friend, Luce Herrera, Hana realizes this might be her way of getting back her old life.
But the dangerous thing about digging is that you never know what you’ll unearth. As Hana uncovers a dark truth about her supposedly flawless classmates, she’s forced to face a secret of her own. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads
When You Wish Upon a Lantern by Gloria Chao
Viking
Liya and Kai had been best friends since they were little kids, but all that changed when a humiliating incident sparked The Biggest Misunderstanding Of All Time—and they haven’t spoken since.
Then Liya discovers her family’s wishing lantern store is struggling, and she decides to resume a tradition she had with her beloved late grandmother: secretly fulfilling the wishes people write on the lanterns they send into the sky. It may boost sales and save the store, but she can’t do it alone . . . and Kai is the only one who cares enough to help.
While working on their covert missions, Liya and Kai rekindle their friendship—and maybe more. But when their feuding families and their changing futures threaten to tear them apart again, can they find a way to make their own wishes come true? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads
The Beauty Trials (The Belles #3) by Dhonielle Clayton
Disney-Hyperion
Sophia, the dangerous and erratic former queen, has been imprisoned, restoring peace to Orléans. Now her sister, Charlotte, sits on the throne and has decided to invoke the ancient tradition of the Beauty Trials―a series of harrowing tests meant to find the true ruler of Orléans. Edel, who has always aspired to be more than a Belle, decides to enter and, after promising to bind her arcana to keep from having an unnatural advantage, joins a few dozen other hopefuls intent on becoming the next Queen of Orléans.
But the Trials are far worse than any of them bargained for. As the women are put through tasks that test their strength, confidence, composure, and bravery, many perish, and Edel is mysteriously attacked by one of the other competitors―forcing her to use her powers just to survive. Will her subterfuge cost her the crown, or is there a larger conspiracy at play?
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I feel like i need to wrote something about the flash ending. In 2014 i used to be OBSSESED with the arrowverse. And i started it with the flash tbh. I knew some about his character and liked Barry. I binged the 2 seasons of arrow halfway through flash s1 in order to get all the context possible. I kept up with all the shows as best as i could through the years, but especially arrow and flash. I watched all the crossovers live when they came out, which was always a struggle bc in latam they come out a couple days later due to subtitles or dubs. Would even google the streams. I was 15 when i started my journey with the arrowverse. As the last ep of the last show of the arrowverse ends, i am 24 now. That is basically a whole decade. And what a journey that flash is the one to close it. God people can talk their shit about quality of the show ending with time but one thing is true, for the arrowverse flash was the heart. Arrow was the one that started it, but that family unity feeling always came from flash. And oliver knew it. Oliver risked himself and what changed the trajectory of his show and story to save barry and kara. But mostly barry. The flash became such a show about love prevailing most of all through dark times. And that precisely had people upset af because it wasn’t as action/comic focused as arrow or how they wished it to be. But thats what i loved about flash so much. It almost ended on the year of barry’s initial disappearance too. Which is poetic i think. People can talk all their shit, but i loved the ending. Coming full circle. Even if the villains didn’t give the battle of their lifetime that wasn’t the point. The point was that both barry and the team had grown enough to not have the battle be forever. They learned how to deal with it quick. They learned what not to sacrifice. And most important of all, the show gave us the goodbyes as best as they could. And a happy ending deserving of it.
I can’t talk about the flash without talking about the big impacts it had on pop culture in general. Even if you dont like arrowverse or the flash know this, candace made HISTORY casted as Iris. And she opened the door for so many opportunities for blind color casting in iconic roles. You wouldn’t have Halle as the little mermaid without having Candace as Iris. You honestly wouldn’t. She started a conversation and opened hundreds of doors. And Grant? He is forever to Flash with RDJ is to Iron Man. In tons of pop culture references (and some comics) Barry Allen physically became like Grant. He gave it all for that role. And you can tell how much heart he put it in. Whatever you say about the writing, the actors had so much love for these characters and stories and you can just feel it and see it. Its a beautiful thing they created.
AAAAH i hope superman and lois is renewed bc they are def a whole other level of quality (emmy noms people!!). But they aren’t technically arrowverse even if they did cross with it in the past. A chapter ends with flash. Say what you want about cw, they did what the more expensive cinematic universe couldn’t. Or even shows like titan couldn’t. They gave so much HEART to these stories. The crossover episodes were such a fucking event. Had me more excited than any movie dc has ever released on the big screen. Truly introduced these heros to whole new generations.
The flash will always be a show about resilience and love and it will forever have such a big spot in my heart. 10 years. And not just any 10 years, but my entire adolescence and beginning years of adulthood. Man, even if im not as involved online with this show nowadays the way i was back in the day, the show holds such a special place for me. Will always be important pop culture wise. The new flash movie (with the ass of ezra miller) has NOTHING on how much love the show was made with. Aaah i dont have the words you can just tell the whole cast and crew hold so much love for these stories. Not just another paycheck. Especially Grant.
God im even tearing up writing this which is so ridiculous. Just hold so much love for the show. And to see arrowverse ending. Tons of shows and incredibly people involved in it. So many stories fully ending. Even when most had ended a while ago already, is official now. The chapter is over. Superman and Lois hopefully keeps on going but they are a diff thing. This week is the end of arrowverse as we knew it. A whole phase of hours and hours of content and years of love poured on it.
Arrowverse and especially flash, you will always have my heart and my teen self attached to you❤️
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105 years and change, ago…
A rather prodigious mind, an indefatigable creator, a hard worker abused by his employers, an indisputable talent… and a complex-yet-kind man that still remains an unsurpassed example for all the other professionals on the field. It was so with him then, he remains so to this day.
That’s the five phrases that describe Jacob Kurtzberg, the best lines to address Jack Kirby’s seemingly immortal legacy in the least words I could muster, and still stay true to every aspect of his work and status as a legendary figure in the world of comics.
But it has been 52 years since Kirby’s mind gave us what I consider to be the summit of his creative experience when in 1970, in Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #134, the readers got to see the first appearance of one of the best villains ever created.
A rather common saying purports a hero is only as good as the villain he is facing, yet Kal-El (Clark Kent, you know... Superman) had already proven to be a very good hero. Yet the arrival of Intergang (S’sPJO #133, published in Aug 25th, 1970), along with the introduction of The Outsiders and Habitat, almost single-handedly became the real landmark issue that ushered the indisputable peak and end of Silver Era of Comics into the world. Yet the incredible scope for adventure that this funny book had opened, would only come into being a month later.
It was in S’sPJO #134 that we have the first brief glimpse of the villain that would bring Superman to a point nearest true exaltation. In yet another bout of mad genius and his capacity to synthetize universal concepts into asingle idea and the anthropomorphize it, Jack Kirby:coalesced the perfect nightmare being to haunt and antagonize Kal-El, and to actually pose a threat too great for him to go at it alone. Kirby had given birth to the Sum of All Evil in the DC universe, well outside the hells already depcited and the inhuman conquerors from outer space and an immortal from the dawn of the human race. In what I like to refer toa a the most inspired event in his creative life, Jack Kirby gave us the villian par excellence, once Uxas dropped his birthname, after murdering his brother Drax and stealing the Omega Force, and became:
The reveal was less than stellar, but thrilling and captivating nonetheless, so when it was clearly stated both Intergang’s leader Bruno Mannheim and Morgan Edge—owner of Galaxy Broadcasting and recent proprietor of Daily Planet—were running things under orders from a mysterious character in search of something called “the Anti-Life Equation”, the stakes in Superman’s adventures were elevated to the truly cosmic level, for Darkseid, he’s a god, you see? A New God to be precise and the only being to ever truly oppose every single thing the Man of Steel stands for.
From that point in time on, Kirby kept introducing the various elements of what would come to be known as The Fourth World, and while many of the character created to populate this uinverse of New Gods are still the object of adoration by tens of thousands of fans, not one of the has the lasting power, mystique and appeal Darkseid has.
Not even his own adopted son: Scott Free (a.k.a.: Mr. Miracle) and his powerful, beautiful wife Big Barda can rival the enigmatic charisma this enemy of all Life has.
His schemes have been many and surprisingly varied, even when his goal is very specific.He been at the center of many major plots in the DC multiverse and the key figure in one of the mega crossover events some of us aren’t that keen about—thank Heavens for collected editions encompassing the majority of the relevant titles in these moneygr... erm, “earth-shaterring summer events.”
Alas! Recent... developments have made his existence a little more convoluted than was really needed and thus, a bit less fascinating, but there’s hope some will come to their senses and get rid of all the “omniversal” complexities to bring back Drakseid and the horrendous might of Apokolips back to their former glory.
One can only hope, Superman and the Justice League need something more than just metaphysical ramblings to face, and the universes need a true Darkseid Prime resembling—respecting—Kirby’s original intentions for the character.
After all, no matter how much his enemies try to defeat or destroy him...
DARKSEID. IS.
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Just a couple of couple questions :)
For both pairings:
What’s the best gift they’ve received from their partner in Christmas or their Anniversary?
Do they tend to go on vacations without their child(ren)?
How do you HC their lives after retirement?
What kind of in laws are they once their kid/s bring someone home?
Hi Nonny, Thanks so much for the ask. I'm sorry for the delay. I just really wanted to give this some thought.
See answers below:
What’s the best gift they’ve received from their partner at Christmas or their Anniversary?
For Tobias and Casey, I really want to defer to the DTI AU where he restored the antique toy doctor's kit her grandfather gave her. She thought it had been destroyed, and it was, but she didn't know her Dad still had it. When Tobias found out, he found an antique toy specialist who helped bring it back to life. Casey adored her grandfather, and that was the kit that inspired Casey to become a doctor, so she lost her mind. I'm considering adding that to their HC as well, so let's go with that. lol
For Ethan and Kaycee, can I use her wedding gift instead? He knew how much she loved the water (like him). It was where they felt most at peace. So he purchases a quaint beach home in the Cape Cod town of Sandwich for Kaycee as a wedding gift. They spend many happy days there throughout their lives, and that is where they retire in the future. Needless to say, Kaycee was blown away with the generous gift.
Do they tend to go on vacations without their child(ren)?
Tobias sort of insisted that they go on one vacation a year without the girls. They adore them. Their lives revolve around them, and that's the thing... he said they always needed to remember who they were before, what brought them together. Because their job as parents was to raise these beautiful little ladies to be responsible adults who would go out into the world. When that day came, he wanted Casey and him to be just as happy together - just the two of them - as they were at the start. They're also very fortunate to have scores of people who the girls love being with, so they don't complain at all. (PS... Casey was great with this idea until the first time she had to leave her little Samantha. She was unsure. Here is a little bit about that first trip away together. After this, she was so on board.)
Ethan and Kaycee do take trips without Emma, but they are not as frequent. With the exceptions of a couple weekends here and there, they don't do any until she's around five, then they try to get away alone for a short vacation alone, but it's not all that frequent. The dynamic is just very different in their family since Emma is an only child.
How do you HC their lives after retirement?
Tobias & Casey move to Washington, DC, in my HC for them. But, deep down, Boston was their home. It's where they met and fell in love, and once Kayla is off to college, they decide to buy a condo there and keep a condo in DC where Brooke & Kayla settled. The girls aren't happy because they didn't want their childhood home sold, so Brooke and her fiance purchase the house. Once their girls have babies of their own, they decide the split arrangement isn't working for them, so they move into the Carrick family townhome that was left to Tobias and remain in DC, though they make frequent trips to NYC where Samantha resides.
They also buy a vacation home (I'm not sure where yet) that is VERY large to accommodate their three girls, their partners, and all the grandkids. Many family holidays will be spent there, as well as many vacations.
Tobias remains involved in medicine, teaching at various medical schools. But his true passion is a non-profit he and Casey create to help expose children residing in inner cities to careers available in the world of science and medicine. It's a strong mentorship program that provides educational, social, and financial support to students. A secondary mission is to bridge the racial divide in healthcare in the US. Their girls laugh that they never really retire because they put in so many hours with the organization. But to Tobias and Casey, it's not work at all, it's their passion, and it brings them joy.
They will make more time for travel and absolutely spend as much time together as they possibly can.
Ethan and Kaycee remain in Boston, though they downsize to a smaller condo on the waterfront. Emma remains in Boston, and they want to be near her and their grandchildren. But the bulk of their time after retirement will be spent at the beach house that they love so much.
Early on in their relationship, Kaycee forced Ethan to take up a hobby to relax. He began painting and found he was quite good at it. He spends a lot more time perfecting this and even becomes a popular local artist on the cape. So much for art serving no purpose!
I think Kaycee will write a lot after retirement and, of course, continue working on the causes she believes in.
Both of them will always be connected to the medical world in some way. They'd likely be adjunct professors and continue with some forms of research and publishing.
They will make more time for travel and more time to just slow down and be with each other.
What kind of in laws are they once their kid/s bring someone home?
I'll answer for all four here because the answer is the same. They will always be welcoming and kind. They know they raised strong, smart daughters, and they will trust their decisions. But... let people fuck around with their girls, and they will find out. :)
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“You Know The Conflagration That Will Come”
The Press Club bar closes early now, to the regret of many of the dwindling number of old timers. The younger members were full of energy as they dashed out to begin a weekend of holiday parties. The bar emptied as quickly as if it were 40 years ago and a hot story just broke.
I thought I would sneak out and go down the hall and maybe pretend to find the once-hidden 24/7 poker room. No such luck. The efficient staff was already cleaning up and making sure all were leaving; they also had parties to burst forth later.
So I did what comes naturally on a dark windy evening in downtown DC. Walking though the streets of our beautiful Capitol, remembering the history made — shivering from both the Potomac River wind and the visions of what I sensed was coming.
As often the case, I rambled toward the monuments and wound up near my namesake, Thomas, at his memorial near the river. My hope was he may offer up wisdom to my tiring eyes and my shaking soul.
Across the river the Pentagon stood in subdued light, looking like a fortress from the outside. Yet I knew better. Even there, the system was crumbling and false words tried to make everyone sound brave and smart. No doubt they were patting themselves on the backs for their new promotions and laughing smugly about how they evade reporters’ questions.
“You wrote something before, Mr. Jefferson. Several things actually to pull together an unruly bunch into one voice. Please do it again,” I said to his stoic statue. He merely looked forward, out at the Tidal Basin.
“He is not going to answer you,” said a faint voice from behind me. “Even they are unsure what to say.”
I turned to see the Old Geezer, moving slowly, his eyes sunken and his breathing halting as he slowly walked up, paused, and sat on the marble steps.
“That is my fear also, Old Geezer. That the wolves that sit outside the house of democracy finally have the key and they have determined how to guide the sheep to dinner,” I said.
The Old Geezer finally made it to the top of the steps. I had not seen him for a few years, years that had taken a toll on the country and on most of us. He seemed shorter this year, more bent over but his smile reappeared as he pulled an old flask from his pocket.
“Isn’t fun to still break national park regulations,” he said as he took a taste, then handed me the metal container. I took a sip and recognized what I thought was a long lost elixir — moonshine from the hills of western Pennsylvania.
It warmed my body and at least for the moment my spirits.
“That taste reminds of days when politicians were not a threat to democracy, when reporters were not targets all over the world, where challenges always eventually met with teamwork,” I said.
The Old Geezer sniffed and wiped my mouth with a handkerchief. “Those days are in a hibernation that extends long past the natural winter, Tomaso,” he said.
“Everyone hoped — and that is the word hoped — that 2023 would be ‘normal’ again,” I said. “Well, it is, but not the normal they expected or wanted. It’s the normal where the bad guys wear the badges and the dwindling number of good guys have no idea what to do.”
He took another sip and looked again at the water. So I continued.
“I thought the nightmares of the past were aberrations. That ethnic cleansing and war rapes were not to happen again, that the last elections were to correct the course, that the words of those honored here would ring loud and true again, and rouse the slumbering to see the nightmare that is unfolding. But I feel this is a planet of the apes scenario, where I am going to wake up soon and see things that once meant greatness are graveyards.”
“The wrong things have been emancipated,” I said. “We are living in country now where the information we need to govern ourselves has been replaced by political spin and propaganda, hate and vile bravado.”
“What are your dreams telling you, Tomaso,” the Old Geezer said, “Have you learned to listen to them yet?”
I nodded yes. “Very much so and yet unclear. They show turmoil and voices from the past trying to help. Reporter friends reappearing, offering smiles, and even phone numbers, and reassurance but then leaving with no pathways. Lots of trips to places that seem to be on earth but on no maps.
“And there was even a call on a land line, with man’s voice — not computer calls — saying my name, as if pleading for help, or warnings.”
The Old Geezer took another sip and said, “And I bet you did not respond.”
He knew. “No I did not,” I said. “I was hoping that what you told me once — that the quieter you become, the more you are able to hear — would work.”
He spoke his head no and looked at Jefferson. “Those once wise guidelines are perforated,” he said. He turned to me. “You have to work harder than ever before, and strip it all away to think clearly and wisely now, Tomaso.“
My turn again to take a sip. “You know, Old Geezer, when I was a little boy, I used to run as fast I could from the darkened basement, afraid of the monsters that I knew where there, only to be laughed at by my father. ‘There is nothing there to be afraid of,’ he would say.
“Well, I am no longer afraid of the dark. In fact, sometimes I long for it for I see much better in it. And those monsters are still there.”
The Old Geezer nodded. “They were always there,” he said. “You just knew how to get out of their grasp before.
“Don’t them catch you now,” he said. “Many are obvious… but many remain hidden just around the corner as you walk you dog.”
We were quiet for a moment, and the Old Geezer looked back at Jefferson. “You know the conflagration that will come,” he said.
Then I had an idea.
“Old Geezer, we cannot save the world tonight but we can save a few old trees. A friend sent me a note saying how the police department in her city told her that the left-over trees from their annual tree sale would be free, lying on the ground at a street corner. That seems to be the perfect conclusion for how the year transpired — good things tossed aside. So let’s go grab them and decorate them all and keep some bright lights glowing.”
The Old Geezer nodded. “A good idea from you, Tomaso. I guess miracles can still happen. You go get the Jeep and I will wait here.”
I walked slowly down the slick steps, as I listened to the Old Geezer part some more wisdom with Jefferson. Soon, though, his voice faded and as I walked by the other monuments I heard Dr. King praying for a new dream and FDR voicing about a new fear as they struggled to find words and a way to heal a plummeting, broken nation.
And I heard Lincoln crying.
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It's kind of like this and we have ideas for it and yeah these people are spoiled very spoiled so we're going to have them turn it down and we're going to make them turn it down what a bunch of jerks and really Georgia is getting killed they're moving forces down there and taking them down so they're threatening and the people here shouldn't like it but they're a bunch of assholes who go up there and bother them too let me just taking their money when they die and they lose the money cuz they're stupid.
And yeah it's kind of like this but it's a lot funner
Hera
It happens every night in every city and every town and mostly with more luck it happens to them and they call it to each other all the time and it's a Hallmark and to drink it you are not only one but you defy people who call you one and it's going to be fun when you define them because it's true and that is what you're drinking and that's why
Zues
I do get the name and I'm the one with the CDC s*** and people are coming by and wiping us out and it is stupid it's not really just for the money no or trying to do things but it's not working it's going backwards we have an invite and it's ridiculous and we should not have and we did back then and we were getting our ass kicked at the higher up level we made a whole bunch of monkeys and they got wiped out it's not really the greatest so I'm looking forward to this beer instead of this accident s*** we're doing and the girl was shot cuz he know where she was and it means that they're going up there to beat them up and a lot of copycats are already and he knows about it
Bja
So he says bring my granddaddy's Stones back I mean you people are f***** those stones were clear and you ruined it I want them reassembled glued back together by Tommy f will make it look like granddaddy and put back in place with permission of the warlock because it's a reminder that people go nuts like Tommy have to and can be a huge problem you f****** are a bunch of assholes and I don't really question why they do but they do
Zues
His little duplicity there and I do see it and bja is fooling around with us and it's blaming Trump and he's a little c********* who thinks that CIA guru and he's not he's nothing like ghwb and I'm all for reassembling that and you should put a memorial there that says you should not make people nuts by pushing him and it would be really nice he wants Trump to go up there but really need to find an artist like Garth and harm to make like a crappy one so you guys will be forced to make a nice one they make a circle around it and it'd be like a memorial wall but with no names on it at all and either side or the top they just look the same and people can think about it it'd be a zero with one opening and I think on the opening you put something in a black slab the same as the wall cut from the wall I think in DC with permission from the max and really he didn't want to push him that hard so he's starting to see it might be George himself and say "let no man enter it's not afraid to enter" and that's the way George was people are getting the chills. It's wrong to tear that down it's right to put something else there it's wrong to tear down Holocaust memorials and it's wrong not to visit them and remember and it's right to remember the right way and with something's happening to you people it's really bad and people are pushing it to happen and George may have push the whole thing and I think he did but he was pushed too it will say that
Zues
I love my husband and this is why he's a beautiful person and he wants you to see what the effect is if you glued it back together like that stupid water thing it helps you survive
Hera
I want to help fund this project and I want to talk to Trump about purchasing the stones and he won't sell them he says he wants to assemble them and so I'm going to find you Trump to do this and will arrange how and he says materials and conveyance systems and we know about the other side of it but that's the way we all are but we'll get you that and clearance to go up and back and you need to go up there anyways and he says this is perfect I don't know why it happened and you should understand it is a problem that it came down and Tommy F wants to put it up too and we agree he should he's going to probably got the stone off the other one and he's smiling saying yeah probably so we want this to go ahead and I'm going to sponsor it
Mike tew
I'm going to sponsored too and I'm going to put some money in
Mac
We're all going to get together and meet he's coming up with his ideas and things to do he's happy that the storm's gone you know it's going to be a trial tomorrow and other things but really he has to have some kind of life he says it's not too bad but really doesn't have friends to hang out with except for Ken and he's not getting an ebike or anything and nobody's working on it and people admit they're not so he doesn't know where it's going to go but just sit here and the smell and stink and these duds and we'd like to be a little bit better about a couple of shirts he's happy about or really that's work so you know these ideas are terrific that's a great idea and I'm going to help with it and he wants me to very badly and he says we have a whole bunch of Harley guys and we can ride up there and Trump can go up there with Marlboro Man oh that's him he says no that's his son okay and we do figure some stuff out to be blaming them and blaming Tommy and blaming Mac and not knowing so it's a good idea and we have a lot of other ideas we're going to push forwards because of SEMO and the street carnival.
Thor Freya
You said the upper part and we're going to meet and we need these ideas to go ahead and this micro plant idea for even necessities and things like that is great you make small efficient factories and they're unobtrusive and they pump out tons of stuff I will go ahead with it now
Olympus
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☁️👅🎓⛴😵💫💦 😮💨 and maybe virgin!spence
ILY and your fics are 😍
Hello my dear! I hope this was the kind of thing you were looking for! I think this is the first I’ve written virgin! Spencer without virgin reader so I hope you enjoy! Kind of very soft Dom reader.
Spencer would have been like 14 in college so this is during one of his PhD’s (I imagine he is 21 while reader is 18 ish) Minors DNI.
Send me emojis for my milestone celebration and I’ll write you a blurb.
🎓college AU
⛴ Sub! Spencer
😵💫 over stim
💦 cum play
😮💨 breath play
Summary - one tiny taste has Spencer Reid worshipping at the altar of you.
CW - swearing, meet awkwards, virgin! Spencer, sub! Spencer, Spencer’s a little quick on the draw, breath play, use of “good boy”, cum play, over stim, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem), fingering
Word Count - 3.5k
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Worship
Not my gif
Fluff and smut - virgin Spencer
🎓college AU
⛴ Sub! Spencer
😵💫 over stim
💦 cum play
😮💨 breath play
Riding his bike through campus and listening to the crunch of fall leaves under his tires, Spencer Reid found himself smiling.
He was just a few weeks away from completing his third PhD in Engineering and once that was through he planned to move to DC and work for the sought after Jason Gideon at the BAU.
Life wasn’t perfect, far from it. His mom wasn’t doing so well and he worried what her fate might be when he left Las Vegas behind him for the east coast.
But this was a job of a lifetime and there was no way he could let it slip through his fingers. His mom would understand. Or more likely, his mom wouldn’t even notice his absence.
He focused his mind on the sound of the leaves crunching beneath his bike, a small commodity that made Spencer inconceivably happy.
He loved fall. He loved to watch the change in nature as it rolled in and the trees darkened before wilting, their leaves spiralling down to the ground to make way for new sprouts.
There was something hopeful this time of year. Spencer never quite knew what it was but fall excited him.
He was so hyper focused on the crackling of leaves he didn’t notice someone step into his path until he was imminently about to hit them.
He panicked and swerved the bike straight into a bench. The bench and bike collided and Spencer was thrown over the handlebars into a pile on the grass.
“Ouch.” He moaned, rubbing the back of his head wishing he hadn’t foregone a helmet this morning.
He pushed himself into a sitting position, brushing the grass stains off his jeans.
When he looked up, a curious set of eyes were looking back at him.
“You ok?” You were leant up against a nearby tree, a book open in your lap.
Spencer blinked a few times.
“Uh yeah.” He croaked, feeling his cheeks flush a dark crimson.
Spencer felt like a complete idiot. Of all the people he could have taken a tumble in front of, it had to be the girl he’d been crushing on all year.
He’d never spoken to you, never dared to. You were so beautiful he wouldn’t even know what to say to you.
You pushed yourself to your feet and came over, picking up some errant books that had fallen out of his bag before holding your hand out for him.
Spencer chewed on his lip and politely took your hand, letting you help him to his feet.
“Testing some kind of gravitational pull theory?” You smirked at him, handing him the books.
“Something like that.” Spencer picked up his bag and stuffed the books back inside.
“You’re the kid doing the PhD right?” You smiled at him and Spencer felt his knees practically give way.
He’d argue that he wasn’t a kid, he was twenty one, older than you, but instead he shrugged.
“I guess.”
“You must be some kind of genius to be doing a PhD at your age.” You nudged him in the arm.
“It’s actually my third doctorate.” His cheeks burned at his admittance.
“No shit.” Your eyes widened. “I’ll be lucky to make it through my bachelors.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
You shrugged and waved a dismissive hand.
“I’m Y/N by the way.” You smiled at him and Spencer felt like all the stars aligned at that moment.
“Spencer.” He scuffed his toe awkwardly in the grass.
“Are you going to the party tonight Spencer?”
“P-party?” Spencer did not get invited to parties.
He also didn’t get spoken to by pretty girls, so maybe his luck was changing on all accounts.
“Yeah, you should come.” Your eyes sparkled and Spencer didn’t think it was possible to say no to you.
“O-ok.” He nodded.
“It’s at the girls' dorms, fourth floor. Hopefully I’ll see you there.” You gave him one last bright smile before turning on your heels and sauntering away.
Spencer watched you go in complete awe of what had just happened.
Had he hit his head so hard he’d imagined that? Surely there was no way you had just invited him to a party?
But on the off chance this had been real, he was most certainly going to go.
***
It was hard to say exactly what had happened between Spencer turning up at that party and now sitting on your bed in your dorm room.
He hadn’t been drinking so that didn’t explain it. Maybe he’d hit his head harder than he’d realised.
Or maybe you were so electrifying he lost all concept of time around you?
One minute he’d been talking to you, having to yell to be heard over the music and the next you’d taken his hand and were running down several flights of stairs.
He wasn’t exactly well versed in these kinds of things but he was sure there was only one reason a girl would invite him back to her dorm room.
And that both excited and terrified him.
“Did you have fun tonight, Spencer?” You sat down next to him on the bed and he swallowed.
“Uh…yeah.” He could smell your perfume and he felt a heat rising in his chest at the close proximity he found himself in with you.
“Do you want to have some more fun?” Your lip turned up at the corner and you leant in close to him.
Spencer closed his eyes as he felt your breath on his face. One of your hands cupped his cheek and just as your lips were about to graze his he whimpered, “I’m a virgin!”
Just like that.
You suddenly sat back and stared at him wide eyed.
“Oh.” Your demeanour switched in an instant, shuffling back a little. “Oh.”
Spencer slapped his palm to his face wishing a hole would open in your floor so he could just disappear.
“That was a really unsexy thing to say, huh?”
You surprised him when you chuckled a little and he removed his hand from his face so he could look at you.
“I mean, the timing was weird.” You smiled at him. “But uh…good to know I suppose.”
“Do you want me to leave? I should probably leave.” Spencer went to push himself up but you stilled him with your hand on his thigh.
“Why would I want you to leave?” You frowned curiously at him, keeping your hand on his thigh.
Your touch alone was enough to make his crotch twitch.
“I just…I figured…”
Your hand moved a little higher up his thigh and Spencer lost his trail of thought. Clearly you could see the effect you were having on him as you smirked.
“Are you waiting for, like, a reason? Religious affiliations? The one?”
“No.” He shook his head, swallowing a large lump in his throat.
“So you’re not opposed to…losing your virginity?” Your hand got higher still and you must be able to feel he was completely standing to attention now.
“Not in the least.”
“Well then, I certainly don’t want you to leave.”
With that Spencer found himself being shoved back to the bed and you quickly climbed on top of him and fixed your lips together.
He gasped at the feeling, allowing you the chance to slide your tongue in his mouth.
You held his face in your hands while Spencer kept his hands awkwardly at his sides.
He really didn’t know what to do. He’d watched porn, sure, but he didn’t have any practical experience in this field.
So he let you take the lead. He was powerless to do anything but.
You kissed him deeply, grinding against him causing him to moan into your mouth. Even fully dressed this was the closest he’d ever come to someone touching his cock.
When you sat back, he whimpered a little at your lack of touch but was grateful for the chance to breathe.
You looked down on him with a smirk as you quickly pulled your t-shirt over your head and tossed it to the floor.
Spencer blushed instantly at the sight of you in your bra and averted his gaze.
You laughed softly, cupping his jaw and turning his head back to look at you.
“You can look at me, Spencer. Even touch me.” You told him, as his arms were still plastered at his sides.
“Oh. Ok.” He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth but he didn’t move.
“You do want this, don’t you?” You suddenly frowned.
“What? Of course I do! I most decidedly want this Y/N, trust me. It’s just…very new territory for me.” His blush deepened.
“I find that hard to believe. You’re so…beautiful.”
“I was a twelve year child prodigy in a Las Vegas public school. Girls did not look at me.” He sighed.
“Well I’m looking at you. And I like what I see. But I want to see more of it.” You grabbed the hem of his shirt and he arched his back to help you rid him of the offending item.
It joined your shirt on the floor and he blushed once again while you looked him up and down.
He was painfully skinny, surely that wouldn’t be appealing to you?
But the way you were looking down on him, biting heavily on your lip and your eyes so dark they were practically black, told him otherwise.
You let your fingers run down his torso, your touch featherlight and leaving goosebumps behind in your wake.
Spencer let out a shaky breath at the sensation of someone touching him this way. He was so hard it hurt and he worried that he may come way too soon.
You placed your hands flush on his chest and bowed your head to his ear.
You nibbled a little on the lobe as you whispered, “take my bra off, Spencer.”
He whimpered pathetically and slowly raised his hands for the first time. He cautiously ran his hands over your back and up towards your bra clasp.
He was so nervous his hands shook violently and he fumbled with the clasp. It took longer than he was proud of to finally get it undone.
You rewarded him with a few kisses on his neck before you sat back and pulled the garment off your body.
Spencer moaned at the sight of your beautiful breasts and an animalistic urge took over and he instantly raised his hands and palmed them.
You smiled at him, giving him an encouraging nod as he started kneading them in his large hands.
“That’s it baby, just like that.” You praised him.
He bucked his hips, relishing the praise and he dared to tweak your nipples between his slender fingers.
You gasped, rolling down against him and making him whimper.
You could tell by his flushed face and heavy pants that he was probably already close. You didn’t want to embarrass him by having him come in his pants.
You surprised him when you pulled away from him, jumping up and standing over him. His eyes were heavy and full of lust and confusion.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Get your pants off.” You demanded, working the button of your own and sliding them down your hips.
Spencer whimpered again, staring at the black lace panties you wore under your jeans.
“I said, pants off.” You spoke sternly and Spencer nodded dumbly as he fumbled with his own buttons.
Once you removed your panties Spencer could barely breathe let alone think. He tried to focus on getting his own pants off but the sight of you was dizzying.
You chuckled a little and decided to help him, tugging the last remaining article of clothing down his legs and tossing them away.
His cheeks were redder than ever now he lay completely naked in front of you. But once again, you looked more than pleased by what you saw.
“So pretty.” You cooed as you climbed back on top of him.
Spencer gasped loudly when your wet pussy rubbed over his shaft and his teeth sank into his bottom lip.
“F-fuck.” He stuttered.
You smiled at him, he was truly so adorable.
You bowed your head and plunged your tongue inside of his mouth again, gliding over his cock a few times to tease him.
Whilst you kissed him, you took hold of one of his wrists and guided it between your legs, pressing his index finger against your clit.
You both moaned in unison into each other’s mouths.
You let go of his wrist hoping he could continue on his own. Thankfully he did.
He rubbed the pad of his finger in little circles on your clit, absolutely mesmerised by how fucking wet you were.
His cock was throbbing beneath you and he really wondered how long he could hold out for. And when your small hand wrapped around the base of his shaft he all but screamed.
“Jesus.” He mumbled as you tore your lips away from his.
You smirked at him as you brought your hand up the length of his cock, swiped your thumb over the head to collect his precome and then descended again.
Spencer was shaking beneath you, still trying to make you feel good with his fingers but he couldn’t think straight.
The only person to ever touch his cock was himself. And it never felt anywhere near this good.
He had tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and his breath was ragged. You knew he wouldn’t possibly last much longer.
With one more stroke of his dick, you let him go and gently guided his hand away from its place between your legs.
“Are you ready?” You smiled down on him, kneeling up a little.
“I-I think so.” He nodded.
“Don’t you worry about anything, ok? I’m going to make you feel real good.” You took hold of the base of his shaft again and lined him up with you.
Spencer gripped the bedsheets and prayed he didn’t come the second he was inside of you.
You were slow and cautious as you lowered yourself on his length. You wanted to give him a chance to get used to it so you let him disappear inside of you leisurely, inch by inch.
Spencer’s eyes rolled back in his head the second his head entered you. The noises coming from between his pouty lips could only be described as sinful.
His face, neck and chest were bright red and you could see his whole body heaved with heavy breaths.
Once he was all the way inside of you he looked back at you, wide eyed like a puppy dog.
“How do you feel, baby?” You cooed.
“G-good. G-great.” He nodded.
You smiled a little dangerously and when your hand wrapped his throat he didn’t understand what was happening at first. And then you applied pressure, squeezing his windpipe and using his neck to steady yourself as you started moving.
“Good boy,” you smirked as he gasped for air. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
You started riding him, faster and hard than he could probably take. But every time he felt himself slam back inside of you was like an other worldly experience.
Your grip on his throat tightened and Spencer gasped to try and breath but your hand was heavy on his windpipe.
You bounced up and down on him, eyes fixed on his so you could see when to loosen your grip.
His eyes bulged slightly and you quickly loosened your grip on him, focusing on fucking him as he panted and gasped to try and refill his lungs.
His chest heaved up and down but before long your hand wrapped back around his throat again.
“Good boy, that’s it, keep your eyes on me.” You moaned as he slammed against your g spot and kept your body angled that way to repeat the action.
Spencer’s face turned from red to purple and a few tears escaped his eyes.
He opened his mouth a few times but he couldn’t speak due to the lack of air.
When he closed his eyes and he started shuddering beneath you, you knew why and you quickly let go of his throat.
He was gasping and mumbling incoherently as you felt his whole body convulse as he came inside of you.
“F-f-fuck.” He whined, still trying to stuff air back into his lungs. “I-I…fuck.”
The lack of air made his orgasm even more pleasurable, better than anything he’d ever felt before.
His head was a complete mess and he couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
You slid off of him, laying down next to him in the small single bed.
You cupped his jaw to make him look at you.
“Are you ok?”
“Hmmm.” He mumbled. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t want to…so soon. I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok.” You shushed him. “But you have made an awful mess.”
“O-oh!” He flushed again. “Oh gosh, do you have something I can clean up with?”
Your eyes were dark again and you smirked at him.
“No, but you do.” You gripped his jaw, running your thumb along his bottom lip, hoping he got the idea.
Judging by the way his pupils blew out, he did.
“I-I…”
“I let you come inside of me Spencer. It’s only polite if you clean up after yourself.” You gripped his shoulders and manoeuvred him so he was on top of you.
Spencer was still a little light headed from his orgasm and restricted breathing which allowed him to focus a little less on his nerves.
He moved down your body and hissed at the sight between your legs. His come was dripping out of you and soaking the sheets. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen.
You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer and Spencer’s animal side returned, replacing any nerves he felt as he dove between your legs.
His tongue lapped all the way through your folds, collecting his own come on his tongue.
The combination of both of you on his tongue made him moan against you as rocked on the bed beneath him.
He’d see enough porn to know what to do, so he settled his tongue on your clit as he buried his face into you.
Your moans were like a melody to his ears and it caused his confidence to grow. Your hands found his hair and got lost in the thick locks.
He lapped through your folds again, loving the way his come tasted between your legs.
He worshipped you with his tongue. You were his altar and his tongue was his sweet prayers. He devoured you, eating you out like his life depended on it.
When you came, you tried to push him away but Spencer was too far gone. He kept up his ministrations on your clit whilst two fingers dove inside of you, fucking any of his left over come back inside of you.
“F-fuck Spencer! It’s too much!” You tugged his hair but he kept going.
His fingers plunged in and out of you, curling inside of you while his tongue never let up.
Spencer was a man possessed. He decided then and there his new favourite thing was eating pussy. Nothing had ever felt so fucking glorious as tasting you.
You were writhing beneath him, so over sensitive but Spencer showed no signs of slowing down.
You felt dizzy, like your whole body was on fire.
Spencer didn’t stop until your second orgasm washed over you and by the time it did, you forcibly pushed him away.
He raised his head to look at you, his mouth covered in a sheen of arousal.
He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth.
You had tears rolling down your cheeks but a sleepy smile on your lips.
“My god Spencer.” You breathed, reaching for him to pull him close but he nervously moved out of your grasp. “What’s wrong?”
His face was bright red again and he gnawed on his bottom lip.
“I uh…I enjoyed that a lot.”
“Me too. So what’s the problem?” You laughed a little.
“Uh…I enjoyed it too much.” He averted his gaze, feeling the sticky patch on the sheets where he’d come whilst eating you out.
“Oh baby.” You reached for him again and pulled him close to you. “It’s ok. If you enjoyed it that much, I won’t stop you doing it again. Just not right now.”
He nuzzled his head into your chest as you wrapped him in your arms.
“I would worship you anytime Y/N.” He whispered against your tender skin.
“Maybe in the morning I’ll take you up on that.” You chuckled sleepily, placing a kiss in his messy hair.
Spencer’s dick twitched at the mere thought. How was he supposed to sleep with thoughts like that in his head?
Soon enough your breathing got drawn out and he knew you were asleep.
Spencer just had to contain his excitement until the morning when he could do it all over again.
Spencer had never been a religious man, but he would spend the rest of his life worshipping you if you let him.
You were Spencer’s divine being, and he’d pay homage to you with his mouth every chance he got.
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how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)
summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?
pairing: jjk x reader
genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst
words: ~12.2k
warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)
note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--
both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece
i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video
enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺
"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.
"Yes?"
"Can I nap in your room?"
"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.
"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.
"You're lucky I like you."
"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."
"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.
Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.
"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.
"When's your next class, you little baby?"
"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"
"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.
You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more.
But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.
And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.
Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.
Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.
Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.
It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.
"Class time."
"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"
"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."
"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."
"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.
"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"
"I said I'd think about it right?"
"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."
"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.
"Just come for a little bit."
"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."
"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.
"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."
"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.
"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.
"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"
"Sure. If you pay." He groans
"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.
Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.
Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.
"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.
"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—
"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"
"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.
"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.
"Shut up, Jungkook—"
"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."
"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.
"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.
"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."
"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.
After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier. The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.
"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.
"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."
"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"
"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."
"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."
"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."
"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.
"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.
"Should be holy water because you all need it."
"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.
"How many people are you expecting?"
"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."
"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."
"They're invited too."
"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"
"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."
"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.
He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"
"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."
"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.
"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.
"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.
"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."
"It sounds like you want to."
"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.
"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."
"Yesssss! I do."
"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."
"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].
And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.
"I'm back!"
"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.
"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."
"Ugh, I'm so tired though."
"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.
"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."
"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.
"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"
"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.
"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.
Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.
Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.
"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.
"Yeah, good idea."
"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."
"Can I join?" His eyes light up.
"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.
While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.
"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.
"You smell just like me." You chuckle.
"It's great, isn't it?"
"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.
"No, I'll be good."
"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.
"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.
"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."
"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.
"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.
"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.
"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.
"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."
"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"
"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."
"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."
"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.
"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"
"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?
"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."
"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.
"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."
"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?
Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.
Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.
Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.
"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.
"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.
"What are you talking about?"
"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"
"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."
"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."
"How do you know that?"
"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."
"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.
"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."
"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.
He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.
Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.
"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.
"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.
"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."
"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.
"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.
"What the fuck?"
"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.
"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."
"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"
"Are you jealous?"
"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"
"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.
And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.
10 drinks.
10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.
"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.
"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.
You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.
But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.
"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.
"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."
"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.
"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.
"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.
"Y-yes." You whine.
"Say it again."
"All for you, Kook."
"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.
"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.
"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.
"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.
"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.
The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.
You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.
No.
That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.
Nothing.
Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.
The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.
Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'
Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.
Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.
And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.
"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.
"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.
"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.
"Hey. Are you okay?"
"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.
"Y/N—"
"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.
"I never said—"
"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.
Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.
You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.
"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.
"Y/N, wait. Stop."
"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.
"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.
"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.
"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"
"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.
Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.
This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.
You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.
Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?
"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body. "Just got out of practice?"
"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.
"How was it?"
"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"
"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."
"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.
"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.
"What time is it at?"
"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.
"Sure. I'll come."
"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.
"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"
"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.
"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."
"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.
"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."
"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”
"Yeah I know."
"Tell me how it goes!"
"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.
You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.
To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.
To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.
The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.
Gross.
Messy, indeed.
Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.
"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?
"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."
"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.
"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"
"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"
"Who the hell said that?"
"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"
"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.
"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."
"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.
Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.
God.
You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.
Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.
"Hello? Y/N?"
"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"
"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"
"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.
"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.
"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.
You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.
I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?
He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.
Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.
Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.
But he can tell.
"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.
"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.
"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.
"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"
"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.
"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."
"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"
"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."
"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.
"Wait."
"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the head of his chair while he turns to you.
"Can you just lay with me?"
"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"
"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.
"Y/N."
"Yeah?"
"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"
"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.
"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."
"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.
"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.
"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.
"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."
"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.
"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."
"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.
"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.
"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.
"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.
"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.
"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.
And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.
But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.
And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.
Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.
The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.
"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.
Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.
That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.
Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.
And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.
"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.
"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.
"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"
"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.
"Yeah, I was."
"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"
"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."
"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.
"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.
And he gets that.
His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.
"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.
"Hm?"
"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.
"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.
"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.
"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.
"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.
"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.
"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.
"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.
"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.
"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.
"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.
"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.
"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.
"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.
"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.
"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."
"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.
"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.
"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.
You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.
"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.
"I love you too." You giggle.
"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.
"Shut up."
"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.
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Wedding Planning: Part 2
AN1: This is taking place after wedding planning part 1 near the end of season 6
AN2 : Huge SHOUT OUT to the following people who helped brainstorm and edit this chapter @hotforhotchner11 @originalsoulduck @hotchinkevlar
Warnings: None
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader
Master List
“Penny is going to kill us.”
“No she isn’t.”
“Yes she is.”
You look into the back seat to find Jack staring at his aunt. He has a skeptical look on his face that is one hundred percent Aaron.
Jess rolls her eyes, “Penny isn’t the bride, you are. Plus she has to work, and we’re only looking at invitations. She helped pick the venue and settle the guest list. Plus, the team has a case which means she’s up to her ears in psychopaths. Wedding planning doesn’t stop for psychopaths.”
You roll your eyes, and go with it. You had settled on the guest list, date, and venue nearly two months ago. You had found a beautiful little Inn outside of DC to hold the wedding at. It was a beautiful spot, not too far away, and it would be perfect for a late April almost May wedding; which was the perfect time of year because it wouldn’t be too hot or too cold. You’d been shocked when they’d said there was an opening due to a cancellation. It felt like everything was coming together perfectly.
A few minutes later Jess pulls into the parking garage. She’s nearly bouncing in her seat. Rather enthusiastically she says, “Let’s do this!” And then she’s out of the car. You glance back at Jack who’s smiling. You’d never met a little boy who was excited to help pick out wedding invitations, but he was all smiles.
The two of you join Jess, and you sandwich Jack in between the two of you, each taking one of his hands.
As always the streets of DC are packed, but Jess expertly leads the way to a small little print shop. You spend the next hour and a half picking out invitations. Jack is crushed when he realizes there aren’t any Star Wars invitations, and you promise he can have a Star Wars Birthday party next year. That cheers him up.
You’re half way through looking when Aaron calls to check in. He’s been gone three days and will probably be away for a few more. You put him on speaker, and Jack is quick to lean in and rather loudly say, “Hey dad!”
There’s cheerfulness in your fiancé’s voice but you can also hear the exhaustion, “Hey buddy.”
“We’re picking out invitations!”
“I know, mom told me. How’s it going?”
“There’s no Star Wars, but there are ones with pretty flowers! Mom likes the yellow ones. They’re called dafdolls, right?” he looks to you for correction.
You smile, “Daffodils.”
His face screws up and you quickly take him through the individual syllables of the word until he can pronounce it to his own satisfaction. Aaron waits patiently on the other end of the line.
When you’re done he says, “Daffodil’s?”
In the background you hear Spencer say, “They’re her favorite flower.”
There’s a commotion on the other end, and then Dave is on the phone, “You’re picking out flowers? I thought we were all going to do that together?”
You roll your eyes, “We’re picking out the invitations and there’s one with daffodils that I like. We’re not done looking though.”
There’s a muffled sound and then Morgan takes the phone, “Does Garcia know you’re looking at invitations without her?”
Jess takes your phone, “Wedding planning doesn’t stop for psychopaths.”
You hear Spencer in the background, “This one is actually more of a sociopath.”
You pluck your phone away from Jess and take it off speaker, “Put Aaron back on please.”
There’s a chuckle in Morgan’s voice, “Sure thing.”
Aaron is on a second later, “Sometimes I think the smart thing to do would be to retire, move to a small town and open a law practice far away from these crazy people.”
You snort, “Not your best idea hun. More often than not, your team ends up in those towns.”
“True. Pick out the invitations that you like best, I’m fine with anything.”
“You mean, you don’t have a want and desire for a certain and specific invitation?”
“Not particularly. Dave on the other hand . . .”
You laugh, “I love you. Talk to you later.”
“Love you too. Bye.”
Jack looks up at you, “Is daddy okay with the daffodils?”
You reach down and comb your fingers through his hair, “Yes. He is. Are those your favorite?”
He nods, “They’re pretty! But I think we should finish going through all of them just to be sure.”
You nod, “Of course.”
In the end you go with the daffodil print invitations, and Jack is thrilled. The three of you head to a local burger joint for lunch and it’s on the way back to the car that terror strikes you.
All you hear is Jess squealing and you look around and she’s gone. Jack’s hand is still gripped in yours, and you turn around to find her jumping in place and pointing at a display of a wedding dress. Your eyes go big. You are NOT mentally prepared to go wedding dress shopping.
You’ve spent the past month looking at ideas online trying to figure out what your perfect dress will be. You’ve had other teachers sending you dress ideas for weeks along with Penny, Jess, and JJ. Even the boys; Spencer, Dave, Will, and even Morgan have sent you ideas. You’ve gotten so many pretty dresses sent your way that you haven’t looked at a dress in over a week. It’s a fairly big decision.
You’re just about to say no, when Jack starts pulling you towards the window. He turns to look at you with big eyes, “You’d look like a princess in that dress momma! Can we go in?”
Jess and Jack hit you with their best puppy dog eyes and you pray that the sales people will simply say they don’t have an appointment. There’s no such luck. They’ve had a cancellation, and you’re taken in for a consult.
You’re paying for your dress. You have a reasonable but not too expensive budget and you’re sticking to it. That seems to be enough. You tell her what you like in a dress and things get started.
A Few Days Later
You’re in the middle of making dinner when you hear the front door click open. Jack’s head shoots up from where he’s doing his homework and then jumps out of his chair. You stay at the stove and smile as Jack calls out, “Daddy!” The moniker is followed by an oof from Aaron.
You listen as Aaron tells Jack how much he missed him, and then reassures him that they got the bad guy. Your heart does a little flip when he asks where you are.
“Mommy’s in the kitchen. She’s making dinner! And guess what?”
“What?”
“Momma bought a wedding dress!”
Your eyes go wide at that, and you sprint from the kitchen. You reach Jack, who is up on Aaron’s hip, before he can spill any details about your wedding day outfit, and gently clamp a hand over his mouth. His eyes are mischievous, and when his tongue darts out and licks your hand you give him satisfaction by declaring, “Yuck, Jack germs!” Before smothering his cheeks with kisses.
He wiggles to be let down, and Aaron sets him down gently. He declares he’s going to go finish his homework, and leaves you and Aaron alone. You refuse to look at your fiancé. You know the look Aaron’s going to have on his face. You feel a hand settle on your hip and you make a point of looking straight over his shoulder as his body crowds yours. His other hand settles on your other hip, and his thumbs slip just under your shirt to stroke the skin right above the waist band. “You bought a dress?” His voice is sultry, and you know he’s using every skill he has as an interrogator in this moment.
Aaron has been asking about the dress since day one. He’s thrown some ideas at you, and he had even mentioned going shopping with you once. Your man hated being out of the loop almost as much as he hated surprises. But you . . . well you had a very clear idea of what you wanted for your wedding day, and one of those things was to make Aaron’s jaw drop as you walked down the aisle. So the dress was an absolute secret.
“Maybe.”
You felt his head dip and his nose nuzzle against the crook of your neck, “Maybe? Do you have pictures of this maybe dress?”
“Ummmm.”
“Momma! The water is boiling in the pot.”
You say a silent prayer and wrench away from the love of your life, “Have to go save dinner Aaron. Why don’t you go shower and change and by the time you’re done dinner should be ready.”
You don’t have to look back to know he’s pouting. You lower the temperature on the pot and send a text off to Jess, “Aaron knows.”
She responds a hard second later, “You cracked and showed him pictures?”
“No. He just knows I bought a dress.”
“TALK TO JACK NOW!”
You slide your phone into your back pocket and head over to Jack. You slide into the seat next to him at the table and comb his fingers with your hair, “Baby.”
“Yes momma.”
“I need you to do me a big favor.”
He looks up at you with big eyes, “What is it?”
“You can’t tell daddy what my wedding outfit looks like, okay? It’s a surprise! I don’t want him to see it until the day of, okay?”
He nods, his little face very serious, “Okay momma.”
You smile, “Thank you sweet boy.” You kiss the top of his head and head back into the kitchen.
A little while later Jack runs into the kitchen, a freshly showered Aaron behind him. “Momma, daddy keeps trying to ask me about the dress!”
Your eyes narrow on Aaron, “You’re using our son for information?”
His eyes narrow, “You’re using our son to hide information.”
“About my wedding dress!”
“It’s a secret daddy!”
You look down at Jack who is looking up at Aaron very seriously, and your fiancé deflates. “Fine. I’ll wait.”
You smile and move to him, you kiss his cheek and he smiles as Jack comes in and makes it a family hug. Your silly boys.
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Chapter Eighteen: Memories and Longing
It’s well into the next day when you finally text Spencer back. You would like to say that you forgot, but you didn’t. His simple text message lives rent free in your mind for the entire 19 hours it takes you to respond.
Sorry it’s been a minute. I’ve been so busy! You type up this excuse, but it isn’t true, so you don’t send it. You haven’t been busy at all today. All you’ve done is watch t.v. with your brothers and take Dad out for lunch. Other than those thrilling events, you’ve been in bed.
This bed holds a lot of memories, but not ones you would think. You would stay up late under the covers with a little flashlight and read. You would lie here and gaze up at the ceiling, playing out your future in your head. It’s safe to say the scenarios were not accurate to the now present.
These sheets and pillowcases have caught a gallon of your tears. The earliest memory you hold of your tears spilling down onto the pillow beneath you is the night your parents told you about the divorce.
Quinton was the only of the 4 of you who had already known, granted he’s the oldest at 17. But you were only 7 and your other brothers 10 and 13, so your parents decided to break the news over dinner. Your mother cooked a family favorite meal and even bought a pie.
The dinner was great until it wasn’t, until you found out your parents weren’t going to share a last name any longer and your mother was moving out. Sure, maybe it was only 20 minutes from your house, but that’s a light year for a 7 year old who feels like she’s losing her mother.
You had been silent for the rest of dessert and whole night until you laid down for bed. The tears started flowing. You were sad and angry. Angry that your parents couldn’t love each other anymore even for the sake of their 4 kids. Now, you understand the separation was the best option.
There were other instances where the cotton below you had to absorb the salty tears from your eyes. Like when you were 13 and your best friend moved away to Louisiana because she was a military brat, and her father was stationed there.
Or when you found out your boyfriend of 4 months slept with Jasmine Bailey, a senior girl who you’d never spoken to but had a reputation. She was beautiful and a woman, and you were just barely 15 with braces, still wearing A cups, and refused to go past first base. Of course he had chosen her over you, you thought as you cried and yelled as your face buried into a pillow.
This bed also held the memory of when you found out you got into the FBI Academy and jumped up and down on the mattress like a little girl.
‘Yeah, I am. Are you?’ You finally respond to Spencer’s text from the previous night.
You’re not even really sure why it took you as long as it did to respond. Maybe because you wanted to distance yourself from him a little bit. Distance may help the feelings go away. But then again, as the saying goes, distance brings fondness, so the plan is flawed.
It doesn’t take him long to respond, only about half an hour. ‘I am too, yeah. I’m going to a party with my friend Morgan.’
‘In DC?’
‘Yep. I think it’ll be fun.’
‘I’m sure it will be.’ You text back and feel a sting in your stomach at the thought of him being in a party with girls in skimpy dresses and seductive smiles they’ll flash at anyone.
‘What are your plans?’
I’m not sure. I’ll probably just hang out with my family and watch the ball drop.
You press down on the back space until the words are gone, then you send: ‘Going to a party too. San Francisco on New Years can get wild;)’
‘I hope you have fun!’
‘I will.’
The bad thing about texting is that you can’t read people’s emotions unless they use emojis to show it. Spencer does not use emojis. Is he jealous? Is he excited for you? Or does he just not care?
You’d have every right to sleep with someone at a wild San Francisco New Year’s Eve party because he isn’t your boyfriend. But you aren’t going to.
He would have every right to sleep with some skank- some woman- at a party in DC because you’re not his girlfriend. And he may very well do it.
The thought of him inside another woman makes you want to scream. She’d be lucky because not only is he great at making a woman feel good, he’s also the sweetest guy in the world.
Maybe being underneath another man would take your mind off him. Or maybe it would remind you of how you miss him.
Ugh this is stupid!
chapter nineteen
i’m so sorry it’s been so long!!! also i promise this is the last chapter without spencer, i know that annoys some of you
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