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allicat0 · 7 days

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hi there! i absolutely loved ur other fan fic even tho i didn’t know the character. made my pussy throb. anywho 😊 just seeing if u are able to write a gojo x reader, perhaps him being older ( older brothers bsf, teacher, etc. ) i also would love to see some discreet public sexy time. ( classroom, movie theatre, pool… i love fucking hot tubs and pools…) thank you so much!😜✌️🎀

Our little secret

Ans: thank you so much for the support, and of course! I’m so excited to write my take on Gojo! Hope you like it!!

Summary: University au! You're working along side your thesis advisor Gojo in hopes to working closer to your ambitions for the future. But being a university student, costs are high and money is low. So to be able to keep up with your school you have a little gig on the side.

Content: MDNI, 18+, abaf reader, smut, forced proximity, dubcon, oral, penetrative sex, domination, degradation, praise, making out, rough sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, teacher/student relations, dominant Gojo, submissive reader

A/N: I apologize if not all of my historical information its 100% correct, I did do a little research for it to make as much sense as I could. I also apologize for any word vomited, grammar, or punctuation errors. I was up till 2am writing. but hope you enjoy!

You had been given the opportunity to have Satoru Gojo, head professor of the History department as your Thesis advisor. It was all still a little unreal to you, but you couldn't be more grateful. You have spent countless hours with one another, early mornings and late nights, doing your best to progress with your latest research proposal. “The Villa of the Papyri” you said, placing your stack of papers down onto Gojos desk. “Now that surely is a pretty big project your-” He began to reply before you quickly cut him off “I understand it’s a lot, and that most of the contents inside got destroyed but there are over two thousand lost scrolls that reside inside that structure. There could be so many answers about the lost city of Herculaneum that those scrolls could contain!” Your look was genuine. . and so full of hope that he just couldn't say no.

As weeks passed, you still had no leads. Weeks turned into, months, and months turned into a year, endlessly working alongside Gojo. Despite your research not flourishing as much as you had hoped, your relationship with your professor grew more than you expected. It didn’t feel like work, it was tolerable to be around eachother, it didn’t feel like he had some weird authority complex over you, you were comfortable, you couldn’t help but admit to yourself some feeling for your professor began to form and you wished nothing would come in between that. .until something did.

Being a university student, especially in the department you're in, funds are high and since you were usually busy researching all day, you had a hard time getting a stable job that worked around your harsh schedule. The school did pay you money to go through with this research but it was barely enough to buy you a loaf of bread and toilet paper. You needed money to survive and things were getting a little tight, so you thought working at your local club didn’t sound like a horrible idea. . as a dancer.

Zafrio, is one of the more popular clubs in the area, but they worked well around your schedule, Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays every week. The pay was beautiful, every penny you made on that stage was yours to keep, on top of that you also got your bi-weekly pay which 10% of it went through tip - out to the servers, but you weren’t complaining. On average you made at least four hundred dollars a night, but on good days you would rack up closer to a thousand.

Tonight was your Saturday shift, the busier one out of the three. As you were getting ready backstage a familiar face walked into the club, the club was packed full of people, he made his way through the crowd, brushing past people shoulder to shoulder, getting closer to the main stage. Now he didn’t come here often but when he did, it was every Saturday at eleven, to see you and only you perform. He used having a large crowd to his advantage as he was often hidden, so you seeing him was never a concern of his. How he found out about your little side job was not intentional, he just happened to stumble into the club with some of his friends one night, and there you were working. Gojo was beyond intrigued, so ever since that day he’d been coming to watch you perform, he didn’t know why he came back, but all he knew was that he started thinking of you in ways he’d never dare think of before.

Your stage name gets called and there you are, walking out onto the stage over to the pole, beginning your number for the whole club. Cheers filled your ears, watching the money fall onto the stage, the serotonin that pumped through your body was unbelievable and he watched, every. Last. second. His eyes never leaving you or your body. The way your hips sway to the music, it was like he was in a trance.

As you finish your number your eyes fall out to the crowd, adjusting from the bright stage lights shining up at you. You start to strut off and out the corner of your eye, you see. . no it couldn’t be. What was he doing here?? Your heart rate began to pick up. What was your professor doing here?! You quickly rushed the rest of the off stage. Did he just see you perform? Your mind was rushing at a million miles a second.

You arrived backstage and looked in the mirror, your mind began to spiral and your heart picked up its pace, that was totally him, there was no denying it. “Is everything alright?” one of your fellow dancers came over to see if you were okay as they noticed you were panicking. “Yah. .yah i'm fine” you said to put your clothes on and packed all your belongings. “Something came up and I really need to go, please let the boss know I’m sorry.” You knew all of the money you got from that dance would be taken care of by your boss, and were quick to leave, walking out to your car and heading home.

Monday finally rolled around and you were on your way to Gojos' office to start work. If it were any other day you would be eager to get back to work after a weekend break, but today wasn’t any other day. The events of Saturday night still loomed in the back of your mind, you didn’t want to admit it but you were scared to face Gojo, how were you supposed to just act normal after that night?!

You opened the door to the office and plastered a smile onto your face and there he was sitting at his desk. “Good morning professor.” you said, making your way into the room, closing the door behind you. “Good morning, how was your weekend?” he asked, his eyebrow slightly arching with the question. You felt a lump form in your throat forcing it down before speaking. “Ah, it was quite relaxing,” you said trying to cut the conversation. “I'm surprised, you spend your weekends working do you not?” his head tilted ever so slightly, a smirk forming in the corner of his lips. He knew what he was doing and he knew you saw him that night.

You froze in place for just a moment, “i'm not sure I know what you mean” Gojo looked at you right in your eyes, leaning forward so his elbows were resting on his knees. “I think you and I both know what I mean” your breath hitched, there was no going back, there was no avoiding this. You watched as Gojo sat up from his chair and made his way around his desk. Leaning against this chair and resting his ass against it he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Well. . am I wrong?” This was it, your career was over, there was no way you would be able to recover from something like this, you knew the risks and yet you still took the chance, now look where it got you.

You could feel yourself trying to choke but in the coming years, you were trying your best to keep yourself together. “Now you know there's no reason to lie to me. .” Gojo pushed himself off the desk and made his way towards you, your eyes never leaving him. He walked behind you, leaving your sight, but you could feel him looming over you. “Professor look, moneys been low and.” his hot breath suddenly hit against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” His words were soft.

Your shoulders tensed as he placed his hands on them “Is this okay? Can I touch you here?” Gojo let out softly once more, you simply nodded your head being speechless. His hands began travelling down stopping right at your hips. “You know. .I have a confession of my own. Ever since I found out about your secret endeavours. . I haven’t been able to stop going back. . I can’t stop thinking about you in ways I shouldn’t.” He choked out, Gojo was doing his absolute best to keep himself at bay.

“Really?” you said, sounding surprised, his words were making your stomach flutter. As much as you wanted to deny this as wrong and unprofessional there was a recurring curious thought that wanted to find out more, what exactly was he thinking. “The thought drives me crazy” the hold he had on your hips gets tighter, but you move away from his grip, turning around to face him. His eyes were drawing you in like never before, you couldn’t describe it, but his gaze was full of pure lust.

You bit down on your lips, you were unsure what to do, act professional or. . no what were you thinking! “Darling,” Gojo said, snapping you out of your thoughts. His hands coming up and cupping your face, his thumb trailing softly against your cheek. “Gojo I. .” You stood there speechless. “This is unprofessional.” You try to centre your thoughts “I think we’re long past that.” he said his hand never leaving your cheek. His face leaned down his lips inches from yours “if you want me to stop then tell me, I want you to be okay with this” you looked up at him through your lashes nodding your head ever so slightly. “Please. .don’t stop” you let out quietly just enough for him to hear you.

Next thing you know you felt Gojo’s lips press against yours, lips moulding with one another. His kiss was delicate, but carried so much passion and lust behind every movement. Your mind continued to spiral at every given minute, but you didn’t want to stop, you wanted more. Gojo’s hands travelled down before taking your ass in his hands giving it a squeeze as he continued to kiss you.

His tongue slipped past your lips and moved with yours, but it didn’t last long as he was quick to pull away to catch a breath. His head moved to your neck planting firm kisses against your neck as his hands made their way up your shirt, cupping your breast in the process massaging them as he continued to place his markings down your neck. “You’re fucking gorgeous” his voice was breathy, against your skin.

Gojo guided you over to his desk, turning you around to your back facing him. His hands lingered at the hem of your pants, thinking for a moment before he pulled both your pants and underwear down revealing your slick pussy. Gojo went down onto his knees to get a better view, his hand trailing up and down pushing in between your folds, slowly sticking his middle and ring finger deep into your pussy, causing a moan to escape your lips. “What if someone hears us?” you asked nervously. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly watching how your pussy swallowed his fingers “let them” he said.

The speed of his fingers began to pick up the pace causing soft moans to escape through the seam of your lips. Gojo pulled his fingers out of you, spreading your legs open enough to lodge his head in between your thighs, dragging his tongue against your pussy. As you lay there leaning over his desk, gasping for breath, Gojo tasted every inch of you, savouring the sweetness of your flesh, he knew exactly where to touch, how to caress, driving you further into the realm of ecstasy. Your hips would involuntarily push back into him as he lapped his tongue over your clit, exploring every curve and crevice, bringing you to the edge of climax. It was almost painful, the anticipation and desire building within you, but you wouldn't trade this exquisite torture for anything else.

As you were nearing release Gojo pulled away standing up, quickly unbuckling his pants to unveil his already hard twitching cock eager to pound into you. He held the base of his cock, dragging the tip in between your wet folds, before slowly pushing himself into you, causing a groan to escape from the back of his throat. His hands grabbing onto your hips, he began to slowly move his hips watching your pussy swallow his cock. “You feel so fucking good” he said as he began to pick up the pace. Your hand moved up to your mouth blocking out the moans leaving your lips, doing your very best to stay quiet enough so others wouldn’t hear your lewd sounds. Gojo’s thrusts became rough, his hand releasing your hip entangling his fingers through your hair tugging on it as he pounded into you. “You’re such a good girl, taking me so well”.

As Gojo continued to thrust deep into you, you felt yourself coming closer to the edge once again, the knot building up in your stomach from him constantly hitting your G-spot. Your free hand moved down in between your legs and moved rapidly against your clit. “ you gonna cum on my cock baby?” He asked you, smirking down at you, how he enjoyed the sight. You let out a moan as your legs do their best to hold themselves up through your orgasm, Gojo was close, you could feel his cock pulsating inside of you. His thrust was becoming sloppy and out of rhythm. With a few more thrusts he quickly pulled out of you, his hot cum hitting against your back “fuck” he said out of breath looking down at the mess he made, but god it was fucking hot.

His body pressed up against your own, planting a soft kiss against your shoulder. Moving the hair away from your neck and planting them slowly against your neck as well, he let out a light groan, the vibration of his hot breath against your skin made you shiver. “Let's get you cleaned up baby” Gojo said, going back to his cocky smug voice once again. “Oh and. .lets keep this our little secret alright?”

@allicat0 signing off. .

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eclipsesincarnation · 5 months

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So I saw this:

And was like, oh MY But right under it, I saw this:

Which made me curious, so I did some very quick skimming! The main points I thought were:

Gem screamed Scar's, Skizz's and Tango's name a lot

She screamed so much her voice is now dead

Pearl didn't give Gem much of a hard time, Pearl was done in 3 seconds, and I think by this that Gem killed Pearl

Pearl was ok because she was failing her task anyway and 'this' more fun. Basically I see it as Pearl got yellow then Gem got her

Gem hopes her voice recovers in time for next week, so it is likely that Gem survived

"You weren't *silence* my target" Gem trying not to give spoilers, but also, did the difficulty, or should I say brutally, of the red tasks go up? Are they now just basically hit men? Who knows for sure till this Friday!

This series goes to fast though, I'm thankful for weekly uploads but also this series needs to last longer, I can't have such a great thing go away so fast!!

#worry is SPIKING with every crumb I find people!!!!!!#geminitay #pearlecentmoon #pearlescentmoon #secret life spoilers #secret life #secret life smp #trafficblr #traffic smp #traffic series #3ls5 #life smp #eclipsesincarnation just words

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jimilter · 1 year

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on the borderline — 01 | pjm. (m)

Park Jimin has been your buoy, your anchor and the ship of sanity that guides you to shore amid storms of self-doubt, nearly all your life; as have you been his. That is not to say nothing has ever brewed beneath the surface of platonic friendship, or that the two of you have never been victims to mistiming. Regardless, you would never risk the friendship you have with him now for anything. Even if you have to hurt him – or even yourself – in the process.

pairing: jimin x reader

rating: m (18+)

genre: humor | fluff | smut | friends to lovers!au

word count: 9.7 k

— warnings: swearing + alcohol consumption + unresolved sexual tension + mentions of therapy + really lame humor + some dark humor (a mention of n*crophilia) + sexual situations (mentioned m. receiving oral, explicit f. receiving oral) + a ton of secondhand embarrassment

— note: it is finally done, omfg. writer's block got me good with this one - literally made me crawl and mocked me for overestimating my abilities. but at least we are finally kicking this off, right? i hope you enjoy this messy ride, drop me a word, guys~ 💜

ps. the rating, genre and warnings mentioned above pertain to this chapter, only.

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𝐈 ⇢ 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ♪ could it be i don’t know what’s good for me?

“Who even celebrates turning twenty-seven, dude?”

“Wha—”

“In this economy? Isn’t it better to just, I don’t know, wait till your thirtieth and then throw some grand party of the decade?”

“Hey, it’s—”

“I mean, sure, it’s a wonder Park Jimin survived another year without ending up in jail because he killed a co-worker, but—”

“Hey! They were not that bad!” he cuts you off with a protest. And then immediately sighs in resignation. "Okay, yeah, they were. That last month in that office was hell. Half the reason why I accepted this transfer was because I didn't want blood on my hands."

"Hold on," you raise your own protest. "I thought I was half the reason?"

"Uh… you're the other half?"

"Right, and the promotion had no influence on it, whatsoever.”

“Okay, this is a trap,” Jimin groans, finally giving up, and you break into laughter at his plight. “This is so unfair,” comes his disgruntled complaint. “Refuse to join my birthday celebrations and then find ways to laugh at me. You’ve got a way with ruining people’s day, babe, anyone ever tell you that?”

Rolling your eyes, you scan the cover page of the powerpoint presentation before you. “You do. Every other day.”

“And I’m right. Just come to the damn party, you big baby! I promise you’ll have a good time!”

“You don’t know that and you can’t promise that.”

Jimin releases a deep sigh on the other end of the phone and you purse your lips.

You’re kinda mean for testing his patience on his birthday. But, in your defense, it was him that threw you a curveball first by insisting that you – the most unsociable person in his life – come to this celebration he’s having at his place with his work friends. Which just translates to his entire office, because Park Jimin is a massive social butterfly. You sometimes wonder how you two even stay friends with such differently designed social batteries.

Case in point, you don’t wanna spend your Thursday evening trying to mingle with his coworkers and faking smiles. Not when you know you two could be having so much more fun with a chill night in, watching movies and sipping wine. Or, like, maybe sipping coffee because you have an important presentation to give tomorrow morning.

And that’s another reason why you don’t wanna freaking party – you have a Friday morning brainstorming session with your department about this workshop you’re in charge of organizing next week. You don’t have a keynote speaker yet and Rachel from Legal has refused to sit in as guest of honor so you kinda need a new guest, too.

“If you didn’t wanna party,” Jimin suddenly grumbles through the phone, breaking you out of your work-related thoughts, “why send me a birthday wish text full of balloons at midnight? You seemed more excited than me with your all caps party party and fifteen exclamation marks.”

Wincing, you close your eyes. You’d known you were overdoing it even as you typed that second text message. And now you’re gonna have to bullshit your way out of this.

You begin with a light scoff. “Well, I was obviously talking about the two of us having a party.” You weren’t. “Didn’t know you were so obsessed with the idea of turning twenty-seven you would invite your entire company.” You did.

Jimin’s groan spills with frustration. “Babe, for the last time, I’m doing this under pressure. My colleagues all self-invited themselves, okay? Like, I swear to you, if I could get out of hosting this thing, I would.”

He sounds kind of distressed now which indicates he’s being truthful. Not that Jimin is a compulsive liar, but he does have this tendency to withhold facts to benefit his cause, at times.

“My entire office has been on my ass ever since they found out my birthdate. And I have to have a big heart about it because the Director has to set a good example and all that dumb shit that nobody but the CEO cares about because the rest of us weren’t born with a silver spoon in our mouths and actually need to work to earn our paychecks.” He exhales loudly at the end of his outburst. “Do you understand, babe?”

A pout pulls on your lips because you do actually understand. You don't like that you understand because then you can't annoy him anymore which is always so much fun, but his reasoning is actually reasonable.

Jimin has been working as the Regional Director of his company for less than a year. Eight months, to be exact, ever since he moved here following his promotion. Here, as in the place you’ve been located in for the past three years. This is the first time the two of you have been in the same city for such a long period of time ever since high school, a matter of fact.

Sighing at your train of thoughts, you start the spell-checker program for your presentation and then push your laptop away to lay back on the carpeted floor, staring up at the ceiling.

"I do understand, I guess," you finally concede.

"Thank you!"

"Doesn't mean I support it, though."

"I know."

Chuckling, you lift your phone off the table to peek at the screen.

Ongoing call with Min 🌟73m 51s

“Jimin?”

“Hm?”

“Have you finalized a shirt yet? We've been on the call for over an hour. It’s past eight." You shut your eyes and exhale. "You'll be late to your own party…"

“What do you care?” he petulantly huffs in response. “I’ll be late if I want to. It’s not as if you will be kept waiting…”

Oh, God, this petty bitch.

“Jimin,” you groan in frustration, “don’t be catty, just tell me if you need my help!”

“I’m not being catty, you’re being a bad friend.” He pauses, and when you give another groan at his words, he clicks his tongue. “Fine, yeah, I need help…”

Rolling your eyes, you lift your phone up again. “How many are you confused among? Switch to video, show me.”

Within seconds, your best friend appears on the screen, raking his fingers through his hair like he is constantly doing, twenty-five hours a day. He has his reading glasses on beneath furrowed brows and squinted eyes – which he is yet to focus on the camera or at you – and his lips are pouted in either frustration or anger, or both.

Nonetheless, he looks as good as he always has. A bit mature with his slightly longer black hair which he has been growing out ever since he got here. This promotion has relieved him of some of the workplace rules he was made to adhere to previously – one of them being how he styled his hair. Given Jimin’s obsession with dyes during his college days, you can only imagine how badly he must be itching for some highlights. You’ve told him time and again that natural black suits him best, but the guy always has other ideas.

A smile pulls at your lips.

“Your hair looks nice.”

That grabs his attention, making his eyes snap up to focus a little below the camera. “Huh?”

“Your hair. It looks nice,” you repeat, this time clearing your throat because, well, rehashing the wayward compliment makes you cringe a bit. "Without, y'know, any crazy highlights or dyeing? It looks, uh, good."

The grimace on your face is mirrored by Jimin and you immediately regret opening your mouth. You and Jimin suck at giving or accepting compliments. Insistent teasing and insults are more your forte.

This is weird.

Jimin clears his throat and pats his head, looking unsure. “Does it?” His squinted eyes and pursed lips express discomfort as he adjusts the dark strands around his forehead again. “Uh, thanks…? I am gonna get a trim after Christmas.”

Jumping the opportunity to swerve the conversation, you frantically nod your head. “That's a good idea! But like, Christmas is more than two months away, dude… You’ll be halfway into your Rapunzel era by that time…”

Proud of yourself, you burst into giggles while Jimin scowls at you and stares you down wordlessly until you finally stop. "You're so fucking lame."

You solemnly nod your head. "Astute observation. Now. The shirts, please?”

He makes an exaggerated show of rolling his eyes but then finally moves the camera away, probably placing his phone on some shelf, and steps back to allow you a glimpse of the two hangers in his hands. You squint, bringing your own phone closer to take in the two apparels on the tiny screen. And you do see two shirts, but they just look… black to you. Like, legitimately just black.

Fuck, is this how guys feel when girls ask them to pick apart nail paint shades?

“You should’ve called me on Zoom,” you finally mumble, sitting up and frowning at the screen. “I can barely tell them apart on this small ass screen…”

“What?” Jimin looks kinda clueless and you realize he doesn’t have his earpods on him.

So you can’t see shit and he can’t hear shit. A wonderful pair.

“Nothing, just…” You trail off with a sigh when he raises his eyebrows, and try again, louder, “Can you describe them to me?”

“Describe? Wha…oh. You can’t see them on the small screen, can you?” At your pout, he breaks into a loud laugh, shaking his head. “A blind bitch, my God…”

In the middle of rolling your eyes, the serotonin emitting from the guy tugs your own lips up into a smile. He laughs with whole belly and smiles with his whole face, making everybody around him catch it too. Your best friend really deserves a life full of such happiness, you decide. He has a heart of gold, always so accepting and loving to all even if he ends up hurt at the end. Just endless happiness and smiles should be sent his way, and—

“Dude? You there? Your smile’s really creepy, please stop.”

Jimin’s words bring your attention back to your phone, instantly turning your – admittedly yeah, slightly creepy – smile into an irritated frown. Honestly, the contrast between you wanting him to always be happy and him literally asking you to stop smiling, though?

But also wow, what the fuck? Why’re you being an emotional sap out of nowhere? He is a good person but also a very annoying human being at times, did you forget? He can take a couple of falls. His life doesn’t have to be all smiles and giggles. What is wrong with you?

Shaking your head, you look at him. “Sorry, yeah. Kinda zoned out.”

“Will you focus now?”

At your morose nod, Jimin shoves one of the shirts closer to the camera. Oh, this one looks redder. Wait, it is red! How the fuck could you not see it before? A blind bitch, indeed.

“So this is dark red,” he informs you before swapping the shirt with the other one in which you can clearly detect a blue undertone. “And this one’s really, really dark navy. Both are silk because that’s what I wanna do for my birthday. Now. Pick one!”

You hum in thought, honestly caught in confusion. Jimin’s skin looks really good when he wears shades of red. But both yours and his favorite color forever has been blue.

“Maybe we should go for something different this time,” you begin, nodding to yourself, “and not pick blue, Min.”

He exhales at your words and then huffs out a laugh. “Hey, we don’t always pick blue…”

“We kinda do, dude. Always.”

“O–kay, then. Let’s begin the twenty-seventh year of my life with a lifestyle change, then? Picking red over blue, it is.”

You nod with a snort, peeking at your laptop to see if the spell-checker has finished its job yet. It hasn't, dumb slow fucker.

“Hey, uh,” Jimin continues to talk even as you have placed your phone flat on the table, with the camera now capturing half of your double chin and the ceiling, “this isn’t about Yoongi, is it?”

What?

Wide-eyed and panicked, you immediately pick the device back up to stare at your best friend in horror. Only to find him attempting to stifle his laughter. Your eyes narrow at him sharply.

“It wasn’t, but now it just might be…”

“Um—”

“Jimin, why is he invited?”

“My entire office is the reason why the party is even happening. Can’t skip Yoongi for you, dude, that’ll look bad.”

With his eyes sparkling and lips trembling with barely contained mirth, Jimin looks so giddy about this conversation, you wanna throw a brick at his head.

Ever since you met Min Yoongi at the godawful welcome dinner Jimin’s company threw for him, the guy has floated around you with hearts in eyes every occasion he gets. And Jimin, naturally, loves to drive you insane about it whenever he can. Which is basically all the time.

“Are you planning my murder in your head?” he teases, waggling his eyebrows as he walks around the store to get to the cash counter. “He’s not even that bad, you’re just stubborn…”

“Not bad?” You groan out loud, shaking your head in misery. “Jimin, that guy is scary.”

“He just likes you a lot, babe! And wants you to like him back!”

“Which is scary!”

He frowns at you. “That is a discussion for your therapist. All I want is for you to be there at the party. If you bump into Yoongi and he tries to ask you out again, just tell him you’re dating me.”

“No.” You roll your eyes. “That sort of a lie feels immoral, and outside of my social anxiety and commitment phobia, I’m actually a good person.”

“Please,” Jimin scoffs. “Half my office thinks you and I are a thing, anyways.”

In the middle of scoffing back at him, you stop and do a double take. “Hold the fuck up. Half your office thinks”—you pause to lean in closer to the screen and squint at him—“what?”

“That I’m dating you. And it usually works out in my favor. I can get out of a lot of awkward situations because people assume that I’m not single.”

He is smirking at you, while your head is about to explode.

“Park Jimin. Why have you not corrected the rumors?”

“I just told you! They don’t push me into unnecessary social stuff because they assume I’m not single.”

“Not single because of whom, though?” Your voice has turned pitchy and squeaky. “Me? Are you insane?” You vehemently shake your head. “I’m your best fucking friend, Park Jimin! How dare you?”

“Well, my best fucking friend,” he says around snorts, “it isn’t that serious! Sorry I triggered your existential crisis, jeez.”

“It’s not an existential crisis!”

“No? Well, I’m still sorry.”

Not with the grin on his face, he is not. “You’re clearly holding back laughter…”

A wheeze escapes him at your words, leading to loud, hurried giggles that he fruitlessly attempts to muffle with a hand before quickly clearing his throat. To annoy you more with his stuttered lies. “N–no. These are – these are just my tears of guilt.”

“Park Jimin, I—”

“Hey, stop with the government name!” he finally declares, looking slightly more attentive as he finally stops laughing. “Alright, sorry. I’ll tell my assistant to send out a memo about it tomorrow, okay?”

“Not funny…”

“Come on, it’s a little funny. I don’t get why you’re so bothered. It’s not like you're dating someone, right? Or will, in the near future.”

“Or the far future,” you add with a grumble. “But it’s still not cool to let people make the wrong assumptions, Min.”

“Hey, if I can’t set you up with guys, at least let me have this?”

“How is that the same thing?”

“It’s not.” He giggles. “But it’s equally as fun.”

“Not for me, it’s not. Make it stop.”

“Or,” he grins at you with his entire teeth, “you could make it stop by accepting Yoongi’s advances!”

Sometimes it’s pitiable how badly your best friend wants you to date someone. No, it’s actually always pitiable. He’s been on this agenda ever since you broke up with your last ex, and despite all the in-depth conversations you’ve had with Jimin about why you’re not ready for love yet, he always somehow reverts back to pushing you towards some or the other dude. Every other week.

You sometimes wonder if it’s because he wants to break out of the kinda dumb but very important pact you blackmailed him into, some three years back.

It was a simple set of rules you’d both agreed to, a few weeks after Jimin’s twenty-fourth birthday and a year after your break-up with your ex whom you never should have dated in the first place. You’d sworn off dating for the rest of your life, and because Jimin was hyper-focussed on his career at the time, he wasn’t too eager to find a girlfriend, either. So you both agreed to a mutual agreement of no dating – because it requires a shit ton of time and effort, only to cause a shit ton of emotional trauma in return – and made a promise to, instead, keep the other company, emotionally and intellectually. Completely platonically, of course, because both of you prefer hooking up with strangers instead of risking your friendship to scratch the itch.

Okay, so your words were kinda unhinged, something along the lines of, ‘If I’m not gonna date, you don’t need a girlfriend, either, dude. You’ve got me, and I’m easier to please.’

Ugh…

But it still somehow worked out in the end. Neither of you have dated in the past three years, leaning on each other for support.

So now, if Jimin wants to get back into the dating game, why not simply tell you that instead of trying to link you up with guys? Doesn’t make sense. Which probably means that this is not why he does it. Not to mention, that reasoning also doesn’t justify his supposedly harmless but also very meaningless flirting with you that never seems to cease. In his words, it’s because he needs to “cherish” the fact that you’re both single at the same time. Whatever the fuck that means.

Your best friend is a weirdo.

Right now, you just roll your eyes at his sly grin the way you usually do. “Fuck off with that, Jimin. My mind isn’t changing, when are you gonna stop?”

“Until it does change.” He gives a shrug. “Obviously.”

“Well, so then whatever it is that your co-workers see in us, why can Yoongi not see it too and leave me alone?”

Jimin laughs. “Oh, they think we act couple-y. And Yoongi’s blinded by his love for you, forgive him.”

You blink at his words. Couple-y? You and Jimin? When? Where?

What even are couple-y things, you wonder. You can bet you have barely kissed your best friend on the cheek, like, five times at most in your entire friendship of fifteen-something years. You and him aren’t too big on expressing emotions through…gestures. Sometimes, you even skip on hugs, instead fist-bumping as a greeting when you meet.

What about that sounds… couple-y? Nothing at all!

“Dude?” Jimin calls out to you, waving a hand in the front of the screen. “What is up with you today?”

You release an irritated huff. You both do not act like a couple. It’s a narrow-minded, backwards concept that people settle upon whenever a guy and a girl’s friendship doesn't meet the norms that the society has set up for them. Jimin’s co-workers are backwards.

“We don’t act couple-y, Min.” You look at him with determination.

“O—kay?” He raises his eyebrows and you nod.

“Of course we don’t! Clarify this with your co-workers, okay?” you remind him with a frown, a finger raised and pointed at the screen. “And if they still doubt you, just tell them we don’t have sex. Nobody dates without getting naked, these days.”

Jimin bursts into loud laughter. “I don’t think anyone’s gonna believe me if I just say it, babe. Also, I don’t think that’s true? People still save themselves for marriage.”

You just roll your eyes. “Well, they’re stupid if they do. If I were to ever date again, sex is what would probably be the most integral part of my relationship. No sex? No label, bro.” You make a disgusted face. “So much effort put into tolerating a man in my life and not even a decent orgasm received in return? No thanks, I’ll pass.”

Beginning with small chuckles, Jimin slowly dissolves into loud giggles as you speak further, his phone shaking every which way as he sways with loud laughter again. You’re slowly caught by his infectious cackles, joining in with your own wheezes while he wipes his eyes.

As he finally straightens, though, he’s got this tilted smirk on his face that makes you vary. Because you almost know what he’s gonna say before he even articulates the words. “Well, if sex is what will make you okay about being called my girlfriend at my office, I can amend that anytime you want, you know? Just gotta say the words, ma’am…”

“Yeah I'll say the words, alright,” you murmur with another, disinterested sounding exhale. “That you're a pervert, dear sir. And my ex, as of now.”

“Ooh, so you wanna show up at the party as my hot ex?” He waggles his eyebrows. “Fashionably late, dressed to kill and all that?” Then he quickly waves his fingers. “On the cash counter now, switching to audio.”

As his face disappears from the screen, you sigh. “No, bubs, I really can’t make it. I’ve gotta give this presentation tomorrow morning, real early.”

“Wow, your excuses just keep changing…”

“They’re all reasons and they all hold true, collectively, Min. It’s a goddamn list.” Placing your phone on the table, you tiredly rub your eyes. “It’s not even nine pm and I wanna go to bed already. How about I just see you tomorrow?"

There's silence on the line. A longer than normal silence, one where you can't even hear his breathing anymore, let alone the subtle rustle of his moving feet.

Ah, shit, you've upset him.

"I – I mean we see each other every weekend or so, anyway, so—"

"So you don’t wanna see me on my birthday?"

He sounds so gutted, your heart actually aches. But you still try, "We could have breakfast tomorrow, just you and I, and gossip about what all went down at the party?"

Jimin says your name in a small voice. "You can't not meet me on my birthday when we’re in the same city, dude… Do you remember the last time we celebrated any of our birthdays together? It’s been so long."

You do remember. It was his nineteenth birthday when you and two of your common, close friends had surprised Jimin with a visit to his college. He'd cried so much. You'd recorded it all on camera and uploaded it everywhere on social media, ruining his reputation – Park Jimin crying because he's not gonna be a teenager in a year. Wow, you guys were so lame. And also kinda cruel.

But damn, his last teenage year was… eight years ago, right? Holy shit, has it really been eight years?

Although it kinda makes sense because you and Jimin went to two different colleges in two different states. And yeah, you called and kept in touch but the visits were few and far between.

Wow. And you were gonna let go of the opportunity to meet up with him on his birthday because of – what? A dumb presentation? A dumb colleague of his that’s in love with you? Laziness?

Not anymore.

“No, you know what? You’re right.” You nod to yourself, smiling. “I’ll be there, Min.”

“Really?” Jimin sounds excited and hopeful, emphasizing how much he wanted you to be there. “Despite the Yoongi thing and your presentation?”

“Yep! I’ll steer clear of Yoongi or whatever, it’s cool. And I’ll bring an overnight bag to leave for work from your place, tomorrow.”

“Yes, that’s grea—wait…an overnight bag? You’ll stay the night? D–don’t you start work at, like, ten?”

Your eyes narrow at his stutter and the sudden awkwardness in his voice. “I actually have to give my presentation at eight, but… why do you sound like you don’t want me to stay? Look, if you’re planning on hooking up with someone tonight, let me remind you that your house is gigantic, Min. No one will bother no one.”

Jimin groans and you know you’ve hit the nail on the head. “Dude, you really need to work on your cockblocking tendencies. Remember that one time you stayed over and I had to cancel a threesome I’d planned? And now you’re interrupting my birthday sex? Not fair!”

You gasp loudly, thoroughly offended. “Hey! You’re literally the one that emotionally blackmailed me into coming!”

“Yeah, for the evening!”

“Hey, I—no. You know what? You’re a menace to humanity and I hate you, Park.”

Jimin just giggles in response to your claim. “I absolutely know that. But really, thank you for agreeing to come despite everything, babe. It means a lot to me.”

“Yeah, well, your birthday kinda means a lot to me too.”

Woah, that is way too much sappiness from you in one conversation. Jimin’s pleasant hum of acceptance doesn’t help the sudden mush you feel in your chest either, which is why you clear your throat and rush to set the balance right.

“Just make sure I don’t see your naked ass by the end of the night, and we’re good.”

“Hey! That was one time!”

“Yeah, one time too many!”

“Please,” he gives an affronted scoff, though you can hear a smile in his voice. “Don’t act like you didn’t actually enjoy the view…”

“I didn’t! Shut up! Asshole.” You scrunch your nose and squeeze your eyes shut to ward off the image of Jimin’s bubble butt from your mind. “I’ll see you in, like, an hour then?”

“You mean you’ll see my asshole in an—”

“Park Jimin, I will murder you—”

Foregoing a dress, you choose to wear a scallop trimmed, navy blue jumpsuit which is the perfect amount of dressy and practical – if a hassle to pee in, but you’re resolved to limit your liquid intake; you have an early morning meeting tomorrow! – and your feet are confidently nestled in a pair of sneakers to make things ultra comfy for yourself. A gift-wrapped wristwatch in your hand to add to your best friend's never-ending collection, you have barely stepped through the doors to his humongous townhouse when the bass booming from inside nearly shoves you back.

The place is buzzing like a nightclub with all the lights, crazy music and the horde of people. A well-ventilated, clean and fresh smelling nightclub. You’d honestly go clubbing a hell lot more if actual nightclubs were like this.

Just as you’ve handed your coat to the guy manning the coat closet – like they do at charity balls; good God, Park Jimin throws crazy parties – and taken a step into the foyer, the man of the night materializes before you out of thin air.

“Bestie~! Welcome!”

Wow, how many drinks in is he? Given the way he can’t stop smiling, it has to be at least five. Or maybe he's just running on an adrenaline and serotonin induced high. Won't be the first time.

Cheeks rosy and eyes glazed over, Jimin’s long hair falls into his eyebrows and diamond studs glint in his ears. The red shirt looks nearly black in the dim lights and fits him like a dream. Guy’s dressed to kill – literal sex on legs, and this is coming from someone that doesn’t even wanna have sex with him.

While you make a show of checking him out from bottom to top, wolf-whistling slowly, Jimin bashfully rolls his eyes and places an arm around your shoulders. He drags you into the house, nearly snatching the gift from you with his other hand to deposit it on the giant table full of presents, next to the coat closet.

“Looking good, Park,” you tell him loudly over the music, stumbling despite your shoes because he is literally not letting you use your legs with the way he is hauling you inside.

“I know!” The guy winks at you over his shoulder, which just makes you snort. “Thank you for coming, babe!” he then yells near you in a loud voice, pausing suddenly to turn to face you. “You’re my bestest friend in the world. I love you!”

Barely able to contain your laughter at the glee on his face, you return his hug with the same amount of zeal as him when he squeezes you to himself. In a completely out of character move, Jimin then plants a wet and sloppy mess of kiss to the apple of your cheek, making you flinch. And then cringe in irritation. Because at least five people around you witness it with a hand to their chest.

They're speculating and misunderstanding your relationship, aren't they? God, you need a drink.

Jimin, meanwhile, is grinning so wide, his happiness melts your ire away a little. His smiles have a way of always making your heart feel full.

"Happy birthday, bestie," you tell him while he loops an arm around your waist to drag you to the drinks table.

“Thank you, bestie! Now, because you don’t wanna be hammered, I’d recommend sticking to the champagne and pina colada fountain.”

“Wait, what fount—ohh.”

There’s definitely a fountain placed next to the champagne pyramid, and apparently it isn’t just an ornament.

“Jimin, this party looks insane,” you tell him when you’ve reached the makeshift bar in the corner of his huge living room, and settled onto a stool. “I thought you were forced into throwing this?”

Once he's gotten you a flute of champagne from the guy working the bar, Jimin finally leans against the counter and grins at you. You eye the bartending guy with raised eyebrows. That makes two hired helpers. How much has your best friend spent on this whole thing?

“Of course I was,” Jimin tells you with a shrug, still grinning. “But I won’t bludgeon my reputation just because of some reluctance. I want them to remember this night for the rest of their lives.”

Taking a sip from the glass – and wow, that drink is hella smooth – you squint at him. “Okay. Okay, that's on-brand for you. But what’s gonna be your escape plan when they end up liking it too much and bug you to throw more of these?”

That makes his smile vanish. “Hey, I’m not gonna let myself be convinced every time.”

“You’re a people pleaser, buddy.”

“I’m working on changing that!”

"Which isn’t really working out, Min.”

Jimin scowls at you and you throw your head back in laughter. When you look at him again, he’s eyeing your outfit with raised eyebrows.

“You look good.”

And you look down at yourself as if you didn’t know what you were wearing, which is kinda stupid. Why do you always do this when people compliment your looks?

“Yeah? Thanks, dude.”

Looking up, you try to smile. Try, because Jimin is smirking at you. And not a friendly, teasing smirk either.

No, he's giving you the smirk. The rare and deadlier one. Gaze full of mischief, head tilted as if in contemplation, eyebrows lowered to turn on the smolder. Yeah. That smirk.

This is the exact same smirk he gave you at age twenty-five, when he tried to convince you that if the two of you were still single and lonely when you turned forty, you could get into a lifelong friends-with-benefits relationship.

This is the exact same smirk he gave you at age twenty-one, when he told you about the crush he had on you when you guys were sixteen.

This is the exact same smirk he gave you at age nineteen, when you told him about the crush you had on him when you guys were thirteen.

Yeah, those are some bits from yours and his cherishable but embarrassing and kinda funky past. Also, you still can’t figure out why he waited two years before confessing his side of the said embarrassing past.

Anyways, reverting back to his smirk – this is the kind of smirk Jimin flashes at people when he wants to flirt with them. You’ve been on the receiving end of it for more times than should be normal between two friends. But in his own terms, “flirting is good for health,” so it is what it is.

You’re used to this behavior, too. But – like. Park Jimin is an attractive man. A really attractive man. It’s a basic, known fact to you. He is also a massive flirt, capable of charming the pants off of anybody without trying hard. And though the fact that you two have been friends for a decade and half does make you a lot immune to his looks and his wiles – at the end of the day, you’re only human.

Proven by the uncharacteristic and completely unnecessary flush that overtakes your cheeks when his gaze makes a sweep of your outfit from bottom to top.

Which is why you are biting your tongue and ducking your head to take a sip of the champagne again. It's something you've practiced over the years – if you pretend he's not doing it, he can't force a reaction out of you.

When you meet his challenging gaze again, you’re ready with your smile and wink. "I know."

Jimin's eyebrows raise at that, and the sultry weight lifts off his eyelids. His posture shifts and the seductive veil draped over him leaves. Phew. Attack averted.

"What? I've been practicing self love lately."

“Yeah.” He nods, chuckling. “That’s the reason for your lack of gratitude. And not the fact that I said ‘I know’ when you complimented me earlier, right?”

You put a hand to your chest and widen your eyes. “Why, of course not. I’m not the petty one, Min, it’s you.”

Rolling his eyes, Jimin steals your glass for a sip. You’re about to protest, but a presence on his other side distracts you. He follows your gaze to – a gorgeous, olive skinned woman. Damn, she is stunning.

“Hey, guys. Happy birthday, Jimin,” she wishes Jimin in her melodious voice, but only after flashing you a full smile.

It’s rare for you to receive genuine smiles from women around Jimin. You wanna befriend this woman.

“Avni, hey! Thanks for coming!” Jimin accepts her hug and moves to her other side, offering her a seat between you and him. “Tara said she’d bring her sister.”

The woman nods with a smile, before turning to you with her hand forwarded. “You're the girlfriend, right…?”

Didn't Jimin say she's someone's sister? His colleagues' family members gossip about you two too, then. How wonderful. Your deadpan stare cuts to the guy – causing him to clear his throat with a grimace and step in.

“Avni, meet my best friend.” He tells her your name, and recognition lights her eyes up.

“Oh! Of course! It’s nice to finally meet you! Wait, are you – are you two just friends and not…?”

Okay, now you’re pissed. And wanna hit Jimin. But you can’t do that on his birthday, so you pull on a fake smile and bat your lashes as you shake Avni’s hand. “Oh, no, we’re just friends. But, uh, I’d suggest not going after him regardless.” You lean closer to her, eyeing Jimin’s confused face with a smirk, and lower your voice, “He doesn’t date women, only fucks and chucks them.”

Avni’s jaw drops and Jimin slowly slides off his seat with the widest eyes you’ve ever seen him wear. Your smirk widens to match.

“So if you’re looking for a night full of wild, explosive sex and nothing more? He’s just your guy.”

“O~kay, that’s my cue to go say hi to Tara!” Jimin jumps a foot away from you two, shuffling away before Avni has had a chance to respond.

Barely stifling your laugh, you wave at his hastily retreating back.

Avni still looks a little lost. “What was that about?”

A snort escapes you at her confusion. “Ah, just a joke, sorry about that. It’s just that everyone at his office apparently thinks we’re together when we’re not. Just wanted to fluster him.”

“Oh, I see. You’re not a couple.”

You blink. What was with that emphasis? “I’m sorry… What do you see, exactly?”

She waves a hand. “I mean, I get it. It’s no one’s business whether you’re just fooling around, or whatever. Your labels are your private matter. I apologize for prying.”

Exhaling, you down the remainder of the drink and close your eyes. “I don't know how else to say this, Avni, but we’re not fooling around. Jimin and I are just friends. Platonic ones. We don’t like each other romantically. Or sexually.”

“Really?” Avni gives you a look of disbelief, which feels kinda offensive, to be honest.

You squint at her. “Yes.”

“Sure. I don’t get it, but sure.” She shrugs her shoulders and goes back to sipping at her pina colada.

But you’re left gaping at the woman because what is up with her reactions of disbelief? “What does that mean?”

Rolling her eyes, she gives you a little smirk with a raised eyebrow. “I mean, what's the point of having a best friend as sexy as him if you don't even get off to his face? Not sexually attracted to that piece of ass? Yeah, right.”

Woah, what?

Woah… woah. And now there’s a slideshow of HD pictures of Jimin’s lips in your head. Attached to your body. The thought of him kissing your bare shoulder is sending tingles down your back, what the hell?

Are you sexually attracted to him?

Sure, his flirting flusters you sometimes but that's just objective, right? Right? It has to be. You’d never actually want Jimin, even physically, for Jimin. That’s right. You could appreciate particulars because he’s a good looking guy, but he is your best friend and you would never ever want him for that reason.

No matter how many shivers the mental slideshow continues to send down your spine, and oh—he wears rings doesn't he? And his hands must have veins because he gyms like a freak, right? Interesting.

“You’re thinking about him naked, aren't you?"

“No!” you yelp your way out of your thoughts, deeply disturbed by how quickly they escalated. And also kinda spooked by Avni’s spot-on deduction. “I’m – I’m thinking that I don’t like him sexually, Avni.”

"It's okay, hun. It's perfectly normal to fantasize. Whether you act upon it or not is completely up to you, but all that you think about? No one has to know." Avni looks at you with a very knowing smile, pats your shoulder, and steps away from the bar.

Even as she has disappeared from your sight, lost in the crowd of partying people, her words stick with you. It's definitely not okay or perfectly normal to fantasize about a person you call a friend. It's deception and a breach of their trust in you. It's dishonesty.

Isn't it?

Damn, and now you're second guessing yourself? Just who the hell is this Avni woman for her words to affect you so much? A motivational speaker? A witch?

You can’t let her get to your head.

No. This isn't you and this isn't the kind of friendship you have with Jimin. He's not just a friend of yours, he's your best friend. The bond you share isn't dispensable. The friendship you share isn't something you want to experiment upon.

But then again, Avni did say no one has to know what you think about—

Okay, enough! You shake your head to physically knock the inappropriate pictures out of it, and scowl to yourself in disappointment.

You know what you're thinking about even if no one else does, and you know why it is wrong. Jimin trusts you. He is honest, open and vulnerable with you because he knows you’re his well-wisher, first and foremost. And you will always honor that.

Nevermind the fact this reminds you a bit too much of the beginning of middle school when you barely knew Jimin and had this huge crush on him. That was when you thought up scenarios of kissing him and got butterflies in your stomach about it. No sane twenty-seven year old wants to feel like their thirteen year old self. You need to get a fucking grip on this.

Exhaling, you’re contemplating asking for a refill, when you make a scan of the people near you, and – shit, Min Yoongi is headed this way.

All other thoughts are wiped right off your head as the need to disappear mounts up. This is the only guy in the entire world that terrifies you. More than your dad does, more than your ex ever could. And though he looks like he hasn’t seen you yet, he is heading straight towards the bar which means he’s gonna see you, any minute now.

Quickly vacating your stool, you hurriedly walk away, shooting off into a random direction to mix up in the crowd of people and allow their drunken, dancing bodies to guide you to another end of the room.

When you finally exit the sea of human bodies with a sigh of relief, you look around to find yourself at the mouth of a prettily decorated hallway. Is this the one that leads to your favorite bathroom in Jimin’s entire house, the one with the clawfoot tub? Yeah, it is! It looks so different with all the fairy lights. Really majestic, too. You're gonna ask Jimin to keep it this way.

Walking down the few steps to the bathroom's door, you shrug off the last remaining inappropriate thoughts about Jimin from your head and, deciding upon washing your face, push open the door—

"Fuck, baby, just like that…"

—only to walk in on a naked, male ass bent over the gorgeous ceramic of your beloved clawfoot. While some girl, seated in the bathtub for some ungodly reason, is sucking his soul out of his dick. Who the heck is getting head in your precious bathtub?

Wait…

The shirt on the guy’s back is so dark red, it looks almost black. It’s gorgeous, it compliments the guy’s skin, it fits him like a dream. It’s perfect. It’s also the shirt you helped your best friend buy today.

“What the fuck? Jimin!” you shriek, slapping a hand over your eyes and turning on your heels.

A loud yelp and a feminine gasp echo around the space, after which Jimin yells out your name. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“No – no, what the hell are you doing here?” you complain to him in a louder yell.

Some shuffling and whispers later, a girl scrambles past you. Then a hand grips onto your forearm to spin you around. Jimin’s angry face is looming over yours, cheeks tomato red and hair a mess. If you could be objective about his looks without wanting to pummel him to death, right now, you would say he looks really good. But you’re not.

Because how dare he flash his naked ass to you when you were going through your very bizarre crisis with all these indecent thoughts about his hands and lips? What if you start to think about his ass, too?

“Why didn’t you just leave?” he hisses at you, eyes narrowed and body so close to yours, his citrusy fragrance saturates your lungs.

“Because you thrive on being an exhibitionist, you whore.” You scowl at him, leaning away and crossing your arms against your chest to avoid inhaling more of the citrus that is making your head spin. “This huge of a house and you had to get it on in the one bathroom that I love?”

“Hey, this is my house and it’s my birthday. And this area was off-limits for the party people.”

Was it? You have no idea because you’re not party people; ‘co-host’ describes you better. “You’re still a whore.”

“What?”

“Yes! I specifically asked you to ensure I don’t stumble upon your naked ass, didn’t I? Seriously, the disrespect, Min?”

Jimin rolls his eyes and rakes a hand through his hair, which – woah, he wears a ring in each finger, then. Okay, no, your mind needs to chill the fuck down, because this is getting crazily out of hand.

“I didn't know someone would come running in here! I left you peacefully drinking at the bar, how was I to know…hey, speaking of – what the fuck was that with Avni?”

Grimacing, you hold both your hands up in a placating gesture. “One mess at a time, Min.”

“You know what?” He grunts and pushes you against the wall with a hand on your shoulder. “Sometimes you annoy me so much, I wanna physically shut you up…”

What – the holy hell?

His lips are in front of your face, parted and wet, and his gaze is so fucking dark, you cannot tell his pupils apart from his irises. And he has a hand resting next to your face, forearm and ringed fingers lewdly on display. All of that accompanied with the cologne you are inhaling with every ragged breath? A throb begins to build up between your legs.

And yet you manage to whisper, “Fantasize about fucking my throat often, Park?”

He freezes, eyes slightly widened and brows slightly lifted, but his gaze falls straight to your lips. Wait… is he fantasizing about it now?

With that, all the images you'd worked hard to burn off your brain are back with vengeance. Fuck, and now you also know how he moans during a blowjob?

Fuck fuck fuck, you’re about to ruin your friendship with him forever if you don’t reel this in.

Why couldn’t he have just taken the damn girl up to his bedroom?!

“Or slitting it…?” you add in a conspiratorial whisper, doing your best to wiggle your eyebrows and pull up the cheekiest grin you can muster, even if you secretly struggle with regulating your breathing.

Jimin’s rounded eyes snap up to meet yours, and then fill up with humor. He pulls his lips together in a line, eyebrows furrowed in faux anger. “How about the former… followed by the latter?”

And just like that, everything is back to normal and you’re slapping him away from you. “I won’t even put necrophilia past you, you demented horny mess…”

“What? I take offense to that!” He is laughing, though, facing the mirror to adjust his hair. “While we’re on it, let’s not forget about the hidden voyeur in you.”

“Yeah, because voyeurism is the same as necrophilia.” When he raises an alarmed eyebrow at you in the mirror, you roll your eyes. “Not that I intended to watch you! It was an honest mistake. I didn’t know you’d be in here. Or that you’d be naked with the door unlocked.” You give an incredulous laugh. “What in the name of exhibitionism was that about, Min?”

“I was in a hurry, she was unbuttoning me in the hallway!” He scrunches his nose for a moment before narrowing his eyes at you. “But you could have silently left?”

“I saw your butt, my corneas were incinerated. I couldn’t let you orgasm in peace after that, could I?”

A snort escapes him, and you join him in the laughter.

This is good. This is normal. This is what the two of you are about – no matter how tense or uncomfortable things get for you, you both always revert back to being two idiots that care about each other. Because you are friends. The best of friends who have no romantic or sexual attraction between them, but would still die for one another. You’re homies. Bros. For life.

When Jimin is done adjusting his hair and you have actually washed your face and touched up some of your makeup, he drapes a hand over your shoulders and walks out. Classic homie behavior, right?

You look up at his grinning face and sigh. “Sorry about the girl, by the way. You think she’ll come back if you call her?”

“Improbable,” Jimin gives a snort, but then he shrugs. “But someone else will. I’m a catch, babe. Don’t worry about me.”

He gives your shoulder a squeeze – and as you feel the metal of his rings press innocently into your skin, you realize it’s not him you’re worried about.

A pair of lips is traveling up your thighs, hot against your cold skin, lighting a fire up that burns in the depths of your stomach.

You've never felt these lips before, but you know them – they are Jimin’s.

The cloud-like softness and plush plumpness could belong to no one but your best friend's God given cupid's bow. You've spent fifteen years looking at them, sometimes to concentrate on his words, sometimes because they had a milkshake mustache above them, sometimes because they looked suspiciously kiss-swollen, and sometimes just…because you wanted to.

Which is why even though you've never felt them before, you know them. You know how they would feel.

This is exactly how you imagined they would feel.

Your best friend is kissing his way up your thighs, and it's the best feeling in the world.

Your eyelids slowly part to peer down at the guy, a hand reaching out towards his head to grip onto his tuft of golden, overgrown hair.

“Jimin?” you whisper.

“Hm?” comes a murmur back, making you shiver.

“Please…”

He wordlessly moves his mouth to the center of your thighs. Parting your legs, with his warm fingers adorned with cold rings, he runs his tongue up and down your opening twice, before latching onto your bundle of nerves. Your hands tug at his hair, back arching off the bed, and a broken whine escapes you.

“You like that?” he speaks into your pussy, dirty promises in his voice.

“Yes,” you whimper, widening your legs and pushing his face further into you. “More…”

“Mm hm,” he murmurs, now pushing two of his fingers into you and fuck, that feels so fucking good, you’re gonna explode. “Are you close, sweetums?”

The pet name stuns you for a moment, but you recover quickly and moan out a yes, unwilling to let the momentum of your build-up drop.

“I’ll let you come if you promise me one teeny, tiny thing…”

Why is he talking like that? You never pegged Jimin for someone that would struggle with dirty talk.

Your peak has been disturbed again, but you indulge him with a, “Anything, baby…”

“Anything?”

“Yeah…”

And then he lifts his head up to flash a wide, toothy grin at you from between your legs. His mouth is coated in your juices, eyes are dark, cheeks are rosy, but that smile? Is kinda creeping you out. You hesitantly swallow.

“Uh, Jimin, what—”

“Go out with Yoongi!”

What? “No!”

“Yes! I literally only agreed to do this with you to convince you to go out with him!” He’s pouting now, sitting between your legs shirtless, with his hands crossed.

What the fuck is going on…?

“What am I gonna tell him now?”

“He knows you’re here?”

“He’s right outside!” Jimin’s eyes sparkle as he looks towards the door to the bedroom, and before you can stop him, he yells out, “Come in here, Yoongs!”

You shake your head vigorously, but can’t formulate any words. Something is lodged in your throat, and you keep mouthing the word no, but it just doesn’t fucking come out, no matter how much you repeat it –

No! No!

NO!

“Nooo~!”

You sit up in bed, ready to cover yourself up with a pillow, but – find yourself to be alone.

Where is Jimin? Are you… clothed? You’re still dripping wet, thought, but—

Hey, you remember going to bed alone. You’d gathered your bag from your car, grabbed some dinner, and slipped into this guest room that you have claimed as yours in Jimin’s house ever since he moved in. The last you saw of the guy was in the living room, sandwiched between two girls and somehow humping them both.

He never visited your room.

Does that mean you were having… a dream?

That was a fucking dream?

Jimin went down on you and then tried to convince you to date Yoongi in the middle of it? He called you sweetums? And used words like ‘teeny-tiny’?

What the fuck is wrong with your brain?

You collapse back onto the soft mattress of Jimin’s spare bedroom – that has basically been turned into your second address over the months – and cover your face with both your hands. You’ve got a presentation to give tomorrow morning and this is what your subconscious mind is thinking about?

The next meeting with your therapist is gonna be wild.

After the kind of evening and night you have had, the morning feels anticlimactic when your alarm shrills in your ear at six am. You barely got four hours of sleep and that too was riddled with dreams that you’d rather not try to recall.

You enter the kitchen, still in your pajamas, to find Jimin dressed in a formal shirt and pants, reading something on his tablet with a cup of coffee in his other hand. This feels so shockingly normal. Mundane, even.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Jimin laughs at your state, holding a fist out for you. “You look minutes away from death. Sleepless night?"

To say the least. “Morning,” you mumble in response, rubbing at an eye, and lazily drag your feet up to the guy to bump your fist against his.

"I left some coffee in the pot for you," he tells you with a smile.

He’s literally the best best friend in the world. You flash a dopey smile back at him, nodding in gratitude as you begin to move your feet again – but then your gaze really catches your best friend’s appearance. And decides to stay there for a while.

The white shirt Jimin has on is folded up to his elbows, and damn, his forearms have veins too? You never noticed before. His hair is styled away from his forehead, giving him a clean look that you can’t stop staring at. Has he always looked this good with his forehead on display? Has he always worn these hoops in his ears? You’re pretty sure he has. To both of those.

And yet you cannot stop looking at him in maniacal fascination, because scenes from that dumb fucking dream you had last night keep popping up in your head, uninvited. Ugh.

Jimin eventually notices your unhinged staring, glancing down at himself and then back up at you with a wary gaze. “Um, what?”

“What?”

“What’s with that look?” He puts his tablet aside. “You okay? Did I do something?”

You rest your chin on a palm and frown at him. “Kinda. I had a wet dream about you last night.”

Jimin spits coffee out his mouth and nostrils, sending the liquid spraying across the table. “What the—what?"

"I dreamt about you. It was sexual and—"

"You ever think – you ever think we need some filters between us?" His voice comes out high pitched. "What the hell, dude?"

“Unconditional friendships come with unfiltered confessions, shut the fuck up,” you murmur and finally move to pour yourself some coffee.

When you return to your seat across the breakfast table from him, Jimin is still staring at you, almost unblinkingly. You look at your mug and take a sip of the delicious brew, humming in satisfaction when the liquid immediately starts to supply the tired veins of your brain with some much needed energy. Which also makes you recall that Jimin’s hair was blonde in your dream. Damn. You haven’t seen him with that hair in so long.

This is when the said guy clears his throat. You look up to find him squinting at you, and narrow your eyes back at him. “What?”

“Did we have sex?”

Your face scrunches up in a scowl. “Why do you wanna know?”

“It’s my body, I wanna know what you imagined!” he states with his eyes widened and brows curved.

You groan at his words, shutting your eyes to shake your head. “Firstly, I didn’t imagine you naked, it was a dream. And secondly, I don’t even have to imagine because I already know what you look like, dude. You’ve given me a full-frontal numerous times in the past.”

Jimin gapes at your words. “Hey, the last time that happened was at least five years ago, when we all went skinny dipping. And everyone was high as a kite, I’m sure you remember nothing about my body!”

Drawing another sip from the warm drink, you blink at him. “What is your point?”

“Well, I–I’ve built way better thigh muscles and more pronounced abs, recently.” He frowns at his leg, knocking at the muscle near his knee. Then he looks up and grins at you. “Oh, and I also have an Adonis belt now!”

He looks so proud of himself for that, it’s as endearing as it is funny. You nod with a hum. “You’ve always had the Adonis belt, though.”

“Yeah, well, it’s more defined now.”

Your mug pauses near your mouth. Why the hell is he trying to endorse his muscles to you? As tempting as the mental imagery is, you put a firm lock on it and instead tilt your head at your best friend. “Jimin. Do you want me to see you naked?”

Removing his hands from his abdomen, he stares at you, wide-eyed, looking horrified. “What? No! What—”

“Then what the hell is this conversation? Why’re you bragging about your body to me when I just told you I had a wet dream about you?”

“I…” He trails off with a frown, looking into space. Then he nods at you with a grimace, one hand raised up in surrender. “I see your point.”

You shake your head with a snort, draining the rest of the mug. The clock on Jimin’s fridge tells you it’s twelve past seven. You step off the chair with a sigh. “Hey, I gotta get ready soon. You’ll drop me off?”

Jimin breaks out of his thoughts and looks at the clock above his shoulder. “If we leave in the next eighteen minutes.”

Nodding, you rush out of the kitchen. “I only need fifteen!”

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bidisasterevankinard · 5 months

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Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @daffi-990 @transboybuckley @devirnis @fortheloveofbuddie @callmenewbie @giddyupbuck @jamespearce9-1-1 thank you💙💙💙

This week my brain concentrates on this secret angst fic I can't stop writing in the 🚌 :

Eddie feels like his own heart breaks before he says the words, burning his insides before he says them. He knows it's a bullet for both their hearts they might never recover from, but when they are out it looks like something more murderous. Like a tsunami that kills and breaks everyone and everything with its power, a tsunami that they both barely survived. Or the wildfire, destroying every little thing that can burn. They both are destroyed. And their love … Eddie hopes it survives, that this thing is stupidly lucky like them, because now it's all he has.

Hope about Buck taking him back when he will be ready for their partnership.

“We need a break,” never in his life Eddie wants to see Buck's eyes like that.

“A b-break?” it's barely a whisper. Like Buck tries to say it to make sure it was just a mistake or a joke.

Eddie wants to slap himself for the way Buck looks dead on his legs.

“Yes. We need a break, Evan,” another slap for using this name, but Eddie knows how to punch to make it bleed to make Buck give up on him. At least for a moment. The moment Eddie needs. “We need not be around each other.”

The silence and Buck's little sniffs and tears on his face is the worst answer. Maybe Eddie a little thought about Buck screaming at him to stop it.

After some minutes of them in an awkward situation: Eddie catalogs every Buck's expression for only self-torturing purposes and Buck cries not looking in his direction.

But then Eddie hears Buck's voice and the metallic almost not real or not emotional at all voice, not Buck's voice kills the silence.

“Okay. If-if it is what you want. I'll give you a break, Edmundo. I had a call from 136 three days ago. They need a backup for several months till Bosco’s partner comes back,” Buck comes to the door of the kitchen. “I'll go out of this door and you have six months that I will wait for you, Eddie. Six months. Not more. And then I want to hear your decision about us. If you don't want to end the break after that or you really just want to just break up with me, do it now. Be better than Abby,” Buck says, not looking at him. “I'm tired to be someone waiting for a partner who doesn't want him at all.”

Eddie hits the kitchen counter so hard he feels too much pain, but he doesn't move to Buck to beg him to stay how his heart wants.

“I'll call you. Maybe even before six months,” Buck nods and leaves.

Eddie hears Jeep’s engine only after twenty minutes.

Tagging @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @malewifediaz @wikiangela @wildlife4life @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @spagheddiediaz @hippolotamus @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @monsterrae1 @heartshapedvows @buddierights @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @watchyourbuck and anyone who wants

#secret wip #my wips #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley

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mac-cheez · 12 days

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My Guide to Surviving the Waynes

This has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally finished the ending!! Don't expect an update soon I have no idea when the fancy will strike again and the TMA brain rot is real rn.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

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Dear Diary,

I was wrong. SO WRONG. You’d think rich people, especially adopted rich people, would be at least a little sane, but no, they’re not and I have no idea how to deal. It’s only been a couple days since my last entry and so much has happened. So here’s what I’ve learned:

Let’s start with the first incident that happened roughly 10 min after my last entry. I had just finished when Tim offered to meet me in the coffee shop outside of the library (he was picking me up from campus)(Alfred was busy). When I walked in I saw him about to order and walked to the side to wait. He looked at the menu for roughly 0.2 sec before looking the barista dead in the eye saying “I’ll have a Vanilla Cold Brew with seven shots of espresso.”

The barista laughed and joked “Damn you want some cocaine with that?” Then he just said, “Sure that too.” and fucking walked away? He didn’t even give his name he just paid and went straight to the pickup area. The most concerning part of that story is that they fucking did it! And he drank the whole goddamn thing without batting an eye! I was highly concerned for his well-being the entire drive home. (I really need to talk to Mr. Wayne about a rental)

What’s even weirder is when we walked into the manor Dick was just hanging from the chandelier. It was sans rope and more acrobatic, but still concerning considering how tall the ceiling was. I’m still not entirely sure how he got up there, but I just walked away hoping to find my sanity once again.

The rest of the day went relatively smoothly with the normal amount of yelling and death threats (still can’t believe this is reality). The next day something actually nice happened while I was off from college and heading to the kitchen for lunch. It was a Friday so most of the house was either at work or school, and it was pretty quiet (thank god). When I walked in one of the others was in there cooking already (Jason I think?). I decided on a sandwich since he was currently using the stove and it was going smoothly till I got to the pickle jar. For whatever reason that thing was tight as hell and was going nowhere. He looked at me and after my fifth try (and many curse words) he held out his hand. I handed the jar to him, and he opened it without trouble.

“I loosened it,” I said trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Uh-huh,” he said distractedly. We sat in awkward silence till I noticed one of the books from the library on the counter. It was Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Sign Of The Four. I asked if he was reading it and he said yes. I asked him if he’s gotten to the twist yet and he looked at me puzzled.

“You’ve read The Sign Of The Four?”

“Yeah, not my favorite Sherlock Holmes Novel, but still good nonetheless,” I said not paying attention, “Are you reading unabridged or abridged?”

“Unabridged,” he said, “you into the classics?”

“Totally, I love a good Victorian mystery or gothic horror novel,” I replied.

“You?” I asked.

“More of a Jane Austen fan myself, but I can respect those choices,” he said thoughtfully.

“I’ve never read her works, but if I have a chance I wouldn’t mind trying,” I said. He looked up at me somewhere between excitement and bewilderment.

“Would you like some recommendations?” He said cautiously. I said sure, and he immediately went into a long speech about Jane Austen and her novels. By the time he was done my sandwich and his ramen were long gone. By the end, I had a list of books to read and a new reading buddy to rant about books to. We’ve hung out intermittently since then, and honestly, it was the sanest thing I did all week. However the sanity didn’t last long.

Many other incidents (too many to write) all culminated in this afternoon, when I finally caved and decided if this was my life, it might as well be documented for (at the very least) the enjoyment of others. It was fairly quiet (first clue) and my morning class had been canceled so I was just sitting in the living room doing some work. Everyone else was out and I was about to leave for my 2:30 class when suddenly someone smashed through the window and a smoke bomb was thrown. I honestly thought it was Tim or Jason being weird again, but then the smoke cleared and there was just a bunch of dudes in Green suits with question marks. They looked around and saw me pretty quickly and immediately pointed whatever weapons they had at me. Eventually, some other ones came in the room and said the house was empty and “Wayne is nowhere to be found.” They started arguing till they finally concluded that if none of the Wayne’s were here, I must be the next best thing. Honestly, I can’t even blame them, and at this point I just let it happen.

They put a bag over my head and put me over the strongest one’s shoulder. I was in a car for about an hour before I was potato sack’d again. Once I was placed down, the bag was taken off my head, and I saw that I was in an abandoned-looking warehouse. I saw some more of the brightly clothed men off to the side arguing, one looking even more ridiculous than the others. The extra ridiculous one finally gave up talking to the others(henchmen maybe?) and walked (more like strutted) over to address me.

“Hello guest of Wayne, may I ask your name?” He asked rhyming for some weird ass reason.

“Vic?”

“Ah yes but what is it’s whole, for a half shall not know?” He said lilting his voice… ‘whimsically’?

“What?”

“Your designation that all might know.”

I just continued looking at him with apparent confusion not knowing what the hell is going on. After a minute he hung his head and spoke normally.

“What is your full name?” He sighed.

“Oh! Victoria Blanc,” I said.

“Ah! And what is your relation to the name of Wayne?” He said trying again with the talking in circles bull.

“Look dude usually I could appreciate….. Whatever it is that's happening, but I’ve had one hell of a week so…….”

“Oh come now it couldn’t have been that bad.” He said dismissively.

“Alright bet! You might wanna sit down this is gonna take a minute.”

Once he sat I started explaining everything that had happened since I’d moved to Gotham. As I was explaining more and more of the “henchmen” started joining the crowd.

“He chased him through the manor with a sword?” Riddler asked (at least that's what one of the others called him).

“Yeah, and apparently this is a normal phenomenon,” I said exasperated.

“And here I thought I was crazy.”

“Oh, no this is probably the most sane thing that's happened to me all week,” I said hand waving (They untied me after a while)(I asked nicely).

I was about to continue when suddenly three figures jumped down and got into fighting positions.

“Let her go Riddler!” Said the one in Black and blue(and maybe a bird?)

“Oh, she was free to leave a while ago.” He said casually to the masked people.

“What?” said the one in red.

“Yeah, we even offered to get her away from that mad house,” said Bob.

“Mad House?”

“Yes, it's almost criminal how they act in that house, you bats should really get on that,” ‘Riddler’ said chidingly.

I didn't really understand why he called them bats since they all looked bird-themed but I didn't bring it up because honestly, weirder things have happened at this point. They agreed to look into it, albeit very confused(and almost offended), and said they still needed to take me back.

“Fine,” ‘Riddler’ sighed heavily, “ but Vic, sweetie, if you need somewhere safe to stay in Gotham I have plenty of friends who will keep you safe while you finish your degree.”

“Yeah, kinda tempting, but I don't think my parents would like that very much, and they are paying for it so…….”

“Very well, offer stands in perpetuity, to Arkham yes?”

“You're not gonna ask a riddle or…..” said the one in red and black.

“Usually I would but honestly I’m far too concerned right now to care.”

After that, they handcuffed him and the other goons (kinda unfair but i guess they did kidnap me) and walked me out to one of the police cars so I could go back to the manor. They offered to drive me but I've seen enough motorcycle crash scene pictures to put the fear of God (thy name is friction) in me. When I got back Mr. Wayne was in the foyer with Alfred and immediately came over to make sure I was ok.

“Yeah, I'm fine Mr. Wayne, honestly I’m more worried about the class I missed than the kidnapping,” I explained.

He seemed concerned by that but had a phone call right after that he needed to take. Alfred walked me to my room (I think to make sure I wasn't concussed) and I just kinda went back to writing and here we are. Can't wait to see what fresh hell awaits me in the coming week……….. Maybe I should've taken Riddler up on that offer.

#My Guide to Surviving the Waynes #batman #ao3 fanfic #my posts #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #red robin #dc comics #fanfic #alfred pennyworth #dc riddler #edward nygma

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blackbat05 · 11 months

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Know you better

Adam Warlock x Reader

Plot: It’s moving day and you meet a handsome stranger due to unexpected circumstances. Shenanigans occur that ultimately get the two of you closer.

Genre: PG-13 (Neighbor, Modern Day AU)

A/N: I did not write this till 2am😂 Might as well capitalize on these influx of ideas while I can right? I intended for this to be a meet cute kind of thing, so hopefully it looks that way to you readers?😅 Reblogs and feedback always appreciated!💜

Shamelessly tagging my partner in crime for Adam🤡: @tom-whore-dleston

Finally.

You had your very own living space. Amidst skyrocketing rentals and weird landlords, you managed to get a decent space beside the train station. That will earn you a few minutes of extra sleep in your battle of commuting to work. You set the last of your box in the room.

Making sure that everything was accounted for, you went back down to settle the bill with the moving company.

Heading back up, you see a shadow at the entrance of your door. You shouldn’t have cursed your luck. You spot the communal potted plant beside the lift and decide that would have to settle as your weapon of choice.

As you control your breathing, you take tiny steps forward, hoping to get a glimpse of which idiot was dumb enough to commit a house burglary at two in the afternoon. The shadow starts to move and you prepare for the worst…

“Excuse me?” Someone pipes up from behind, nearly sending you into cardiac arrest. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You turn around to see a male with curly brown hair, listening to a cassette tape. “I was wondering if you saw a friend of mine? He’s about 6’3, golden hair and eyes if you stare hard enough.” The male chuckles at his own description.

“Quill?” The supposed burglar steps out of your house, looking at the two of you in confusion.

“Adam, what the hell? You can’t just enter a stranger’s house?” The male frowns, rushing to pull his friend out of your residence. “I’m so sorry, I think he must have gotten the numbers mixed up. We’re having a party today for one of our friends.” He extends a hand. “The name’s Peter Quill.”

You can’t help but to feel relieved, any easy smile etched on your face. “Thank goodness. For a minute there I thought I would have to call the cops. It’s nice to see you neighbor.” You move towards the other man, extending your hand for a shake. “Sorry for wanting to throw a plant on you.” You apologized sheepishly. “Nice to meet you, Adam..?”

“Adam. Adam Warlock.”

***

Six months later,

Each day was the same, familiar routine. Work, home or the resident gym that you probably frequented the most out of all the residents. Except for Peter who would occasionally engage with you in small talk. Then one day, you stopped seeing Peter.

You don’t blame the guy. Gym routines are notoriously hard to keep up with while trying to survive in this bustling city. It was a Friday evening and you were glad to be able to leave the office on time. Walking to the gym, you see that the lights are on. Curious, you push the doors open to see who else has decided to work out a sweat along with you.

You see a familiar muscular back lifting weights at the corner, oblivious to your entrance. He breathes out once more, earning a well deserved water break.

“Adam?”

The man turns around, initially alarmed but happy when he finds out who it is.

“Evening. Working out?” He sets the weights neatly back to their original position. Grabbing his bottle, Adam walks over to you, taking big gulps. You find yourself looking at how his sleeveless shirt had accentuated his arms. Focus. You harshly reprimanded yourself.

“Yeah. Was cramped up in office all day. Thought it’ll be good to sweat it out.” Your tone was a little higher than usual. “Hey, do you where Peter is? I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“He’s moved out. Found a place nearer to his grandfather. Peter didn’t want to sell this place to just anyone and I needed a place.” Adam tells you. You couldn’t deny but a part of you was delighted at the news.

“So… we’re neighbors now?”

“Neighbors.” He confirms with a boyish smile. “Oh, if you don’t mind, I think I should return back to my weights. Shouldn’t rest for too long.”

“Of course. I should get going too.” You make your way to the treadmill, not before giving one last quick glance at his shaped rear as he started to perform a series of squats.

***

“That hot guy you tried to take out with a plant?” Your best friend and colleague in crime squeals. “Girl, you have to tell me more!”

You sighed. “I wish I could Liz, but I barely see him except when he’s in the gym! Not that I’m complaining though, you should see him at pull ups.” Your brain goes into overdrive, thinking about last Friday’s gym session.

As usual, it was only the two of you. It was kind of an unspoken agreement, going around quietly to get the endorphins going. Instead of the boring treadmill, you opted for the dynamic rower machine, having a first hand view of Adam’s behind in full glory. It certainly did not help that the gym was surrounded by mirrors, giving you a sneak preview of his toned stomach.

“I need the photos.” Your friend insists. “All this talk and I would think you’re talking about a Greek god!”

You open your mouth only to close it shut. She did have a point. If you knew better, Adam was probably sculpted in the museum before being gifted to mankind. Room suddenly feeling much warmer, you decide to move out to the small balcony, still holding up the phone in front of you.

“He is! Too bad I can’t say anything else but ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ because I almost took him out with a plant! I know he thinks I must be crazy.” You groaned. “I guess I can still continue to dream about my unattainable, utterly sexy, Greek god right?”

You notice that Liz has went silent on the other end, eyes widened. You whip around to find that Adam was also at his balcony, reading a novel that was now abandoned at the side as he stares at you curiously.

Oh. My. God.

Your new and very hot neighbor had just overheard your entire conversation with Liz. About him.

Kill me now. Your brain freezes and time has paused. Instead of walking back like a dignified woman your mother always trained you to be, you scramble back in, knocking over your plastic yellow IKEA stool in the process.

Locking the sliding door, you draw the curtains before landing flat on the sofa, shocked into silence. Liz breaks the silence first, as she burst out into raucous laughter.

“Girl! You did not just did what I think you did!” She’s out of breath and you can almost see the tears threatening to spill from the corner of her eyes.

“Is there anyway to be wiped from Earth? At least until he forgets.” You whined, resulting in a cackle from your friend. How wonderful. Within a span of six months, you’ve managed to colossally embarrass yourself twice.

“It ain’t too bad.” You frown at Liz’s attempt to be serious. “Personally, I would be flattered. Maybe a little creeped out but flattered nonetheless.” She gives a mischievous grin. “Especially when you tried to bonk him with a pot on your first meeting.”

“Liz! Not helping!”

***

Thankfully, the next couple of days weren’t as bad as you expected. You didn’t run into Adam in the hallway or the lift while going to work, and you found yourself staying in the office to complete last minute tasks.

Friday came around and you took longer than usual to change into your gym gear. As much as you prayed for Adam to magically not be there, you were sure that a guy like Adam would not skip his regime unless he had a very good reason. Rounding the corner, you see the lights on, confirming his presence.

Here goes nothing.

The gush of cool air greets you as the door opens and you thank your lucky stars. Adam is on the treadmill this time, and with wired headphones plugged into an iPod. You were remotely amazed that people still had such an old device. Then again, you weren’t too surprised seeing that Peter had a cassette on your first meeting.

You decide that trying to avoid him wasn’t going to help you. Instead, you chose to play it cool. Catching his sight from the reflection, you give a small wave that he returned, indicating that you were going to start your workout.

Pressing the play button on your phone, you started your own routine, pushing out the thoughts of your embarrassing encounters with Adam to get the most out of your exercise.

The continuous feminist anthems that you prepared for times like these worked its magic, as you were engrossed in completing your abdominal exercises on the reclining bench. Finishing your final set, you slowly lie back down, hoping to catch your breath before taking a quick break.

You certainly did not expect yourself to be upside down, facing Adam’s crotch in close proximity. Giving a loud gasp, you fall on to the mat, landing ungracefully.

Why did the universe conspire against you? You see Adam’s mouth moving, a concerned look on his face and you realized you’re still wearing your headphones . “Hi!” You squeak, once you removed them.

“That’s fine. Are you alright?” Adam asks. “Sorry I scared you. That was a pretty hard fall there.”

“Yes, I’m fine! Do you want to use this? I’m sorry I took so long.” You rattled off, not giving him a chance to speak. You stumble from standing up a little too quickly. Adam rushes forward to help you but you reassure him while dusting yourself off. You don’t need another accident today.

“Go ahead! It’s all yours.” You bend down and fumbled for your things, deciding that maybe you had enough exercise for today and that it was time to retreat when Adam holds you by the wrist, hesitant to start. “Have I offended you in anyway?”

You blink at the sudden question. “No. Of course not.”

“Then why do I feel like you’re avoiding me?”

You wince at the sharp question, hearing your heart crack a little at the sight of Adam looking like a puppy who had just been disciplined. That’s the thing, he didn’t do anything wrong.

How do you tell him without revealing your growing crush on him and not look any more weirder than you made yourself out to be?

“Well…” You start, suddenly finding your trainers to be very interesting. “I thought you would have been freaked out by what I said the other time.” Adam cocks his head slightly in confusion and you mentally kick yourself. “You know, about how you look like a Greek god.” You mumble the last couple of words.

“I’m sorry?”

Was that deliberate? You could feel your face turning redder than they already were from your workout. You gathered your courage to stare at him straight in the eye, desperately trying to ignore the faint freckles across his cheeks.

“I said, you would have been weirded out by your neighbor lusting over you because of your stupid good looks!” You raised your voice, not realizing the damage you just caused yourself until the words had spilled out of your mouth.

It was Adam’s turn to digest what you had just said. That did not stop him from breaking out into a dopey grin that only caused your heart to beat faster.

“Thank god for that. I was starting to think otherwise.”

What did he mean by that?

Adam appears to have read your mind and chuckles, the deep vibration creating butterflies in your stomach. He scratches the back of his head and if you weren’t mistaken, he was… nervous?

“I was hoping I could get to know you better, outside of this gym that is. You see, I couldn’t forget about you since our first meeting.” He laughs sheepishly at the thought of almost being charged for breaking and entering. “I never seen someone look absolutely threatening yet adorable while holding a plant as a weapon.”

You can’t tell if he’s being serious but you let him continue. “I wanted to talk to you, but I figured after that first meeting it probably wasn’t wise to suddenly appear at your doorstep without any reason. So when Peter was going to move out, I jumped at the opportunity.”

At Adam’s revelation, you can’t help but to smile. He takes this as a sign of encouragement and goes on. “I was waiting for the right time to ask you out and I must admit, I had cold feet on certain days. So when I heard that conversation with your friend, I was… glad.”

If Liz saw you now, she would have been gleaming with pride at her accurate assessment of Adam’s reaction to your feelings towards him.

“Maybe, we both got on the wrong foot. A shaky start. How about we try again? My name’s Adam.” He offers a hand and you giggle at the familiar scene. You extend yours to meet his. “My name’s Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.”

You can’t believe how fast the night changes, how lucky you got with the move six months ago. You swore that he held onto your hand for a few more seconds before letting go. Adam grins.

“It’s nice to meet you too. Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? Say, to get to know each other better.”

“I would love that.”

#adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #gotg vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy #neighbor au #modern au

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Hi, I hope you're having a blessed Good Friday and Holy Week. I have a heavy question that may be difficult to answer but I'm hoping you could provide some insight.

How do I lean on Jesus to keep me strong in an abusive situation? I am a closeted trans guy living with alt-right conservative family. I am doing my best to escape the situation but for now I'm stuck. It feels impossible to stay strong knowing these people already hate me, and would hate me even more if they knew my true and actual self. They're supposed to love me, we're family, but they never have. I want to be like Jesus and love them no matter what, and I want to forgive them, but I don't know how. I feel like I can't forgive what they do when it's continuous and they are not sorry. Can you point me in the direction of any verses or lessons that can help me stay strong in the face of pain and hurt?

TW: unaccepting family, conservative family

Ach, so sorry I didn't see this till now. My heart aches for you in this painful situation. I will be holding you in my prayers; may God enfold you in love and courage to get through this time, and send support your way to help you out. If there is anything I can do to help you get out of this current living situation, please let me know.

The fact that you want to show forgiveness to people who have failed to give you the love and care you deserve shows what a big heart and courageous spirit you have. It's a powerful thing to go through hurt and still seek grace even for the ones who hurt you. That kindness is a rare and precious gift; hang on to it for the future, when there will be people in your life who are actually open to receiving and responding to your kindness.

In the meantime, you are correct in pointing out the impossibility of forgiveness when the ones who hurt you are still hurting you, probably have no plans to stop any time soon, and haven't shown any remorse. Despite how mainstream Christianity has watered down the concept of forgiveness into an abstract statement, to a one-off, simple "forgive and forget :)" attitude, that is not actually the kind of forgiveness that Jesus instructs us in.

Mainstream Christian culture has warped forgiveness into a weapon against the wronged, pressuring them to "just move on" so we don't have to live in the discomfort and challenge of dismantling the kind of power dynamics that allow for harm to take place.

Meanwhile when Jesus taught forgiveness, about reconciliation between a wrongdoer and the one they've wronged, his challenge was to the wrongdoer. It was up to them to show remorse and seek forgiveness, to show they'd actually changed by lowering themselves to an equal field with the one wronged so that the harm can never happen again.

In this post, I talk more about Jesus's idea of forgiveness, and discuss how one might "love one's enemies" as Jesus instructs even when forgiving them is not possible.

One thing that has stood out to a lot of people is that when Jesus was going through his greatest agony, being tortured and murdered on a Roman cross, his words of forgiveness are not "I forgive these people who are in the midst of murdering me" but "Father, forgive them." When we are unable to forgive for any reason, that isn't sinful or a sign of weak faith or any such nonsense. It's recognizing the complicated realities of relationship, where reconciliation isn't the responsibility of the person being wronged. And we can let go of any sense of burden on us to do the forgiving — ultimately, that's not our job, but God's.

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As you survive this difficult situation, I think about Jesus' fraught relationship with his own biological family. His situation was much different from yours — we know his parents did love him, as did his cousin John, and presumably other family members as well. But they didn't always understand him, and they didn't always accept him. They wanted him to be what they expected him to be, not live into who he truly was.

In Mark 3, as Jesus is gaining steam as a teacher and healer, some of his family gets worried about the fame he's gaining — they say, "he's out of his mind!" and seek to "seize control of him." They think what he preaches is some kind of mental illness, and they're either embarrassed of or scared for him. Jesus, come back home! What will people think?? Don't you know what they're saying about our family??

When people tell Jesus his mother and siblings have arrived, he retorts,

“Who is my mother? Who are my siblings?” Looking around at those seated around him in a circle, he said, “Look, here are my mother and my brothers. Whoever does God’s will is my brother, sister, and mother.”

Jesus recognizes that family is much deeper than blood; that family is about who supports you in your God-given identity and gifts, and helps you grow into the person God created you to be. When biological family fails to do that, your family becomes anyone who does not fail you.

Jesus knew, at least to some extent, some of the pain you are going through in being misunderstood by your own kin. I pray that one day you will be surrounded with an outpouring of love, with people who celebrate all that you are. For now, know that God is that supportive presence holding you close, even when you can't feel Them.

As the psalmist in Psalm 27:10 says, "Even if my father and mother left me all alone, Holy God would take me in." To me, that whole Psalm can be read as a message of encouragement to those currently in the closet — the psalmist experiences God giving them shelter in God's own dwelling place, tucking them away "in a secret place in God's own tent."

One day, you'll be free; for now, I hope you take comfort in knowing God is with you in the closet.

Sending you love and solidarity, anon. May you find moments of joy in the midst of this pain; may God lavish you in love and courage until you're able to leave. <3

#forgiveness #trauma #family tag #in the closet

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Till the End

Minho x Female reader

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A/N: 18+ only! Okay here's some angsty, soft Minho for you guys! I got inspired by If the World was Ending by JP Saxe for this one. I hope you guys like it! If you do give it a like, reblog, comment, ask all of the above, whatever! Always love the feedback from you guys! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

But if the world was ending you'd come over right? You'd come over and you'd stay the night. Would you love me for the hell of it? All our fears would be irrelevant. If the world was ending you'd come over right? The sky'd be falling and I'll hold you tight and there wouldn't be a reason why we would even have to say goodbye. If the world was ending you'd come over right? Right?

Warnings: This is pretty vanilla for me so there isn't much. Strong language/cursing, Alluding to excessive drinking, unprotected piv sex (please use your brain and protection!), oral (f receiving), cream pie. I honestly think that's it (which is surprising for me!) As always if I forgot anything just let me know and I'll add it to the warnings

Minho was just getting ready to wind down. It was Friday and he was going to relax for the night after another long week at work. He was just about to put on pajamas and turn something on Netflix. Exactly what most of his weekends looked like these days ever since the two of you had split up. It had been his decision to end things. His work sent him away for long periods and every time he left it was so hard on you. You were always understanding, it was his job, you knew he had to go but he could see how it wore on you more every time he came back. He didn’t want to be one of those people that chipped away at their partner gradually until they weren’t themselves anymore, just a shell of what used to be a joyful and energetic person. You needed someone who could be more present instead of waiting around for Minho to give you the type of relationship you deserved. He couldn’t be that person.

So, he broke things off only saying that he thought it was for the best and not really elaborating beyond that. He was sure that even to you, it probably seemed cold. Most people thought he was but you were one of the few that didn’t or at least you didn’t used to. The day he left was so hard he almost couldn’t do it. You had stayed in bed the whole day while he moved his things out of your shared apartment. He had come to the door of your bedroom to say goodbye. You didn’t cry. You didn’t do anything you just laid there. As soon as he’d left you got out of the bed you had shared together and went to the couch, unable to stand laying there without him.

When Minho left, he cut off all contact. It was the only way he knew he would follow through. He deleted all his social media and blocked your number on his phone. You had tried to call one time but when you realized he had blocked your number you never tried again. Minho didn’t go out, one because he didn’t want to but also because he feared running into you, maybe even on a date. He went to work, went home, watched tv, went out of town, and then came home to nothing. Work, home, plane, nothing but as long as you were thriving, he could live, maybe not happily but he could survive.

Most nights when he sat in his apartment he thought of you, only half paying attention to what ever show he’d picked for the night, more background noise than anything, so he didn’t get totally lost in his head thinking of you. That’s what Minho was just getting ready to do, change, flop down on his couch, pick a mindless show and try to not think about how much he missed you and how he hoped you were doing okay and happy. Minho was just about to strip his shirt off and then his phone started to ring. He looked at the screen and didn’t recognize the number but it was local so he swiped to answer it.

“Hello?”

“H-hello? Minho?” It was you. You must have gotten a new phone. He was silent on the line unsure of what to say or do. Should he just hang up?

“Min? Y-You therr?” You sounded drunk and you sounded upset. He couldn’t hang up on you like that.

“Yea. Yea, I’m here Y/N. What’s up?” He could hear you shifting around moving on the other end of the phone and then a heavy breath.

“Doyouu rememer our promise to each other?” Of course he did. It was a silly promise made between two people that saw forever in each other at the time. He remembered everything about the night you both had made it.

You had watched War of the Worlds and it had scared you to death. You hated movies like that, about the end of the world. It made you feel small and powerless. You had clutched onto Minho’s arm.

“If the world were ending you’d come find me, right?” He leaned over and kissed the top of your head.

“Of course kitten.” You sat up and looked at him seriously.

“Really, I’m serious if the world was ending you’d come find me, right? I would try and find you. I would want the last bit of time I had left to be with you. I would try.” Minho’s heart had never felt so full hearing those words come from you. He kissed you, a soft kiss with a promise attached to it.

“I promise if the world is ending I won’t stop until I find you and spend my last breath with you.” You had practically thrown yourself on top of him after that, kissing him and climbing into his lap.

“I promise too Min. I promise.” You attacked his mouth again, pulling at his clothes as he tugged at yours. You had made love on the couch as the credits to the stupid movie started to roll. So much passion, so much love. The relationship was never lacking of either of those things. It just lacked Minho’s ability to give you the time you deserved to have more moments like that.

Yes, Minho definitely remembered the promise. He answered your question.

“Yes, I remember our promise Y/N.” He spoke softly not wanting to upset you further. Hoping what he was saying was soothing you and not the opposite.

“I-w-Can you come over?” Minho sighed.

“I don’t think that’s a g-” You continued to talk like he wasn’t speaking at all.

“Cause Min... Minho my world s‘ending. You’ll come over right?” You sounded like you were exhausted. His heart broke hearing you like that.

“What do you mean your world is ending Y/N?” A heavy breath and no reply.

“Y/N? What do you mean?” Nothing. Just silence.

“Y/N!? Answer me?!” He looked at the phone it was still connected to your call.

“Y/N!!!” Minho jumped up panicked that perhaps you had done something to yourself. He grabbed his shoes and fought getting them on his feet as he ran to his car in the parking garage. He had you on speaker phone, the call still connected and you still wouldn’t answer him. He raced to the old apartment you used to share with his heart in his throat. He parked like an absolute asshole not caring at that moment, just trying to get to you as quickly as possible. He ran up the stairs to your floor, kicked over the flower pot, and grabbed the spare key he’d told your forever ago to stop hiding there.

When he walked into the apartment he was a little shocked. It was a mess. Blankets and pillows piled on the couch. Clearly where you had been doing the majority, if not all of your sleeping. There was a thin layer of dust on the tv and shelves and a few discarded books around the table by the couch. He called out your name and heard a groan. He walked further into the apartment, through the living room and into the kitchen where he found you on the floor.

“Y/N?! Jesus Christ are you okay?!” He knelt down and turned you over so he could make sure you were breathing. You were thank God. Minho stood up to grab a rag to wet and wipe your face off, try and cool you down but there were no clean rags and the sink was full of dishes. He managed to find some paper towel and ran to wet it in the bathroom quickly. He came back and crouched by you again. He propped you up in his arms a bit and started running the cool paper towel over your forehead. You started coming to.

“Hey, hey can you hear me? Y/N?” You nodded lazily.

“Icn-hear you Minnie.” Minho let out a heavy sigh at the use of the nick name but also relieved to hear you at least somewhat answer him.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He sounded ao sad and worried. You curled up closer to him trying to absorb as much of his warmth and smell as possible.

“Dyou rememer the time we went out with our frins and got sdrunk when we got home we stumled through the door all lovr each other and only got asfar as the kinchin before we couldn’t wait any longer to...” You trailed off looking up at him sitting there on that same floor with you now. You grabbed his face and kissed him. You did it so quickly he didn’t realize it was happening at first but he pulled away immediately.

“No Y/N don’t. You’re drunk. I need to get you to bed.” You shook your head.

“Yes Minho take me to bed.” He knew what you meant but there was no way in hell he would ever sleep with you, under any circumstance, when you were as completely wasted as you were now. He got you to your bed and laid down. You tried to pull him into the bed with you.

“No I already told you Y/N you’re drunk, stop.” You started to get teary eyed.

“Will you lay with me til I fall sleep? Please I can’t sleepa lone in our bed.” Minho debated if that was a good idea but decided it would probably be easier to get you to go to sleep if he just did it. He walked around the bed and climbed in on his old side. You rolled over and hugged his arm and nuzzled close. He pulled his arm free and you started to protest but then he put it around you and pulled you close. You rested in the crook of his arm and your eyes started to get heavy. He thought you were just about asleep when you spoke softly.

“Made you not love me anymore.” He looked down at you.

"What Y/N?" Tears were gathering at the corners of your eyes but they were closed.

"Made you not love me. Why?" Then it was clear to Minho that you were talking in your sleep. He kissed the top of your head.

“You never made me stop loving you, I’ve never stopped loving you kitten. I’m sorry that’s what you thought.” Once Minho was sure you were deep asleep he got up and covered you up. He went and straightened up the living room collecting the blankets to wash and placing all your books back onto the shelves. Then he tackled the dishes and the kitchen. Minho went through room to room and made sure everything was dusted and all the dishes and clothes were gathered for washing. Thinking about the decision he’d made and how maybe it wasn’t the right one after all.

At about 3am he was putting the last load in the dryer. Minho went back into your room. He looked over and checked on you. You were resting peacefully it seemed. He put a bottle of water and Tylenol on your nightstand and then sat on the floor and leaned against the dresser next to your side of the bed and watched you sleeping. He didn’t even realize it when he started falling asleep himself.

When you woke up your head was killing you. You wished you didn’t know why but you did. You had done what you did every weekend when you didn’t have work to distract you. The last thing you remembered was racing to the bottom of a fifth of tequila trying to forget about Minho, about the pain.

You rolled over so you could get some water and brush your teeth to get the tequila taste out of your mouth. That’s when you saw Minho curled up on the floor on your side of the bed, asleep. Your heart instantly broke again like it had every day since he had left. You looked over and saw the bottle of water and pills. You drank some and took two of the Tylenol then you swallowed the pain down and tried to keep yourself together as you grabbed Minho’s shoulder and gently shook him. He woke up a bit startled and then saw you looking down at him. You were definitely sober now. You looked very confused and upset to see him there, although he could tell you were trying to hide it.

“Minho what are you doing here?” He assumed you had blacked out so he wasn’t surprised you didn’t remember anything.

“Uh you called me at about eleven last night. You sounded upset.” You cringed. Upset you were certain was code for trashed in this case.

“You had mentioned our promise and I was worried about you so I came to check on you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You shook your head and acted like he hadn’t just seen you shitfaced drunk in your apartment that was completely trashed because you hadn’t cared to clean anything since he left.

“Oh God no, yea, no, I’m fine it was just a bad day. I’m sorry I made you worry. I’m sure that’s not how you wanted to spend your Friday night. Sorry if I made you feel guilty or obligated to come, I hope I didn’t interrupt any of your plans.” Minho frowned a little, his face still puffy from sleep, or lack thereof more like it.

“No you didn’t. I just had to make sure you were okay Y/N.” You nodded and did your best to fake it, smile through the crushing torment having him there was causing.

“Yeah! Oh I’m good. Psh, like I said just a bad day.” Minho gave you a doubtful look.

“Y/N-” His tone, you couldn’t. You got up quickly and walked out of the room. You had to get away. You couldn’t stay in your old room with him any longer and you needed more space between the two of you. You could feel Minho was getting up to follow you. You ducked into the bathroom to get away. You got washed up and your teeth brushed. When you came out you didn’t see Minho, you had hoped he had just left. You didn’t want any more good byes with him.

You walked to the kitchen to grab a can of iced coffee out of your fridge. When you walked in you were surprised to see it clean, dishes done and put away and then Minho walked in behind you and you stopped. You looked at him and then quickly looked away. Since everything was clean you started making coffee instead of grabbing a can, trying to busy yourself so you didn’t have to look him in the face. It was too hard.

“You didn’t have to clean Minho.” He walked over next to you and you wished he wouldn’t. Why did he have to come closer. He was like fire, the closer he was the more it hurt.

“Y/N look at me.” You shook your head and fought the tears that were battling their way to the surface. He made you turn to him and you looked at the floor as you tried acting like you weren’t dying inside that very second having him near you, touching you.

“Thank you for coming to check on me and for cleaning up. I’m sorry for worrying you. You don’t have to waste anymore of your time dealing with me. I’m sorry, I swear I won’t bother you again. You’re good to go.” You were trying to give him an easy out. You were trying to let him go because that was what he had convinced you he wanted. Minho put a finger under your chin and tilted your head up. The tears that had collected while you were looking down fell but you still refused to look at him glancing to the side instead.

“Y/N I have made a terrible mistake.” You wiped your eyes, took a step back away from Minho and put your mask back on.

“No no don’t, you don’t have to... look I’m okay really,” You started making the coffee again.

“As long as you’re happy Min I'm good. Seriously.”

“But I’m not. I’m miserable without you.” You looked at him absolutely shocked to hear that. You had always thought he’d fallen out of love with you but didn’t want to hurt you by saying it so he’d just ended things and left.

“Then w-why did you go Minho?” Your voice shook and he ran his hands through his hair frustrated with himself.

“I thought you would be better off. I saw how hard me being gone was on you. Every time I came back from a trip you were so tired and I didn’t want to keep wearing you down. I felt like you deserved someone that could give you more of those special moments, like when we made our promise about the end of the world. You needed someone that could give you hundreds of those special moments. I thought you would be happier.” You stopped making the coffee again and turned to look at him confused, angry.

“You thought I would be HAPPIER?! BETTER?! What you saw last night, does it look like I’m either of those things Minho?! Cause that’s my life when I’m not working now. Drunk, sad, ALONE!” You were so angry. Why hadn’t he just talked to you?

“I was always tired when you got home because of my job. I overworked myself while you were gone so that when you were home, I got to spend all my spare time with you and not at my job. I don’t need a hundred of those special moments. Then they aren’t special. Our moments were special because they didn’t get to happen all the time and because they were with you Minho. Anything I got was enough as long as it was with you.” You no longer bothered trying to hold back the tears. Minho clearly saw how stupid he’d been. That he’d left because of his own insecurities and didn’t even bother to discuss it with you, causing you so much confusion and pain. He just wanted you to know that he did love you, that he never stopped. He grabbed you by the face and kissed you and you pushed him away and beat your fists against his chest crying.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?! What you put me through!” You stopped and buried your face against him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry baby. Please give me a chance to fix things. Please!” You wrapped your arms around Minho’s neck and kissed him as tears still streaked your face.

“Until the end of the world Minho, I will always love you.” You kissed him as if it would never be enough, your fingers running through his hair pulling him closer.

“Promise, me Min. Promise you’ll stay, please stay.” Minho shook his head as he feverishly kissed you in return.

“I do I promise I’ll never leave you again. I love you Y/N.” You pulled at Minho’s shirt and he broke the kiss long enough for you to remove it over his head before claiming your lips again.

“I need you Min please.” You both made your way towards your bedroom. Hands stripping clothes off on the way, lips and teeth marking, claiming skin that had always belonged the other. You were both naked by the time you had made it to the bed. You crawled back and Minho climbed over you. His lips trailed down your neck and chest. When he got to your breasts, he squeezed them together and swirled his tongue around one of your nipples before gently sucking on it. He flattened his tongue and licked the other nipple before sucking it between his red swollen lips too.

“Minho.” His name came out a breath as he placed wet, open mouth kisses down your tummy towards your aching core. He ran his fingers up and down your thighs looking up at you asking to claim you with his eyes.

“Please Minho don’t stop.” He placed kisses up each of your thighs before spreading you open and running his tongue through your folds. He latched onto your clit and groaned at the taste of you, sending vibrations through your cunt.

“Yes, Min oh god. Yes, just like that.” He sucked and licked at your clit as you raked your finger nails over his scalp and moaned his name out like a chant. He added two fingers, sliding them inside you, gently pushing them deeper and curling them as he continued to consume you. You could feel the buildup, it was coming on quickly.

“Don’t stop! I’m g-FUCK! Gonna cum Minho!” He didn’t, he continued his rhythm pushing you further into your orgasm.

“I’m oh my god I’m coming Minho. Yes, fuck, yes! Oh god!” Minho gave you gentle licks, slowly pushing pumping his fingers in and out of you, easing you through your climax and as you came back down he placed tender kisses trailing up your body. When his lips made contact with yours again you held his face and you nuzzled your nose against the tip of his, something you did a lot after he made you cum. You nibbled at his lips making him laugh, you were giving him all your tells that you’d just had an amazing orgasm.

“Was it that good kitten?” He smirked and cocked his eyebrow at you. You laughed and smacked him.

“Not the time to get cocky sir.” You grabbed his achingly hard erection firmly and his eyes closed and his breath hitched in his throat. He smiled at you and kissed you again, taking your breath away just like every time he kissed you. You lined his cock up with your entrance and looked at him pushing his hair away from his face.

“Min, I love you, please take me, make me yours.” Minho pushed the tip in and slowly sank into your dripping center. He bottomed out inside of you and gave you time to adjust to his size in you. He placed tender kisses on your cheeks and lips before looking into your eyes.

“I love you too Y/N so much. I love you.” He pulled out and pushed back into you reveling in the feeling of your plush walls surrounding his cock.

“God you feel amazing baby, so warm and wet. You’re taking me so well kitten.” He picked up his rhythm pushing deeper into you.

“You do too Minho, feel so good inside me, I missed you so much. It feels so good.” He grunted and thrusted harder and you moaned out louder.

“Ah there she is.” He propped himself over you and started snapping his hips into yours.

“Oh fuck, yes fuck Min-Minho right there God yes you make me feel so good baby! You’re so good! Don’t stop.” He was sweating, drilling himself into you harder and faster pursuing both of your climaxes.

“I’m close kitten I’m so close. Cum with me gorgeous.” His fingers danced across his slick tongue and then his hand slid between you and he started rubbing your clit as he continued to attack that delicious spot inside you with his cock.

“Cum with me baby, cum with me.” You didn’t need to be told again. Minho pushed you over the edge with another thrust and you came moaning his name out.

“Minhoooo fuck fuck, cum inside me, cum for me Min!” He groaned out, the sound made your toes curl as he fucked you through your peak and spilling his load inside you.

“Oh my god Y/N oh god yes take it beautiful. Fuck I'm coming, FUCK!” Minho shook and shuddered through the remnants of his orgasm before collapsing next to you on the bed. You both laid there splayed out trying to catch your breath. You sighed and looked over at Minho.

“We should probably get cleaned up we have a lot to do today.” Minho looked confused. He’d had no plans that he knew of. He had hoped plans now included fucking, sleeping, and eating on and off all day to make up for lost time.

“I know it’s the weekend but I want to get a jump on figuring out how we can break your lease, find movers and pick a day for them to get your stuff.” Minho looked at the ceiling and laughed. Here he was still trying to catch his breath post nut and you were already planning lease agreements and movers.

“Just like that huh?” He said smirking at you. You shook your head matter of factly.

“Yep, just like that. Why what were you thinking?” He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you from behind and buried his face in your neck, kissing and nipping your sweet spots.

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“I was thinking maybe we start that on Monday and stay in today. Pretend like the world is ending tomorrow and never leave the bed.” His lips and bunny teeth trailed down your neck and shoulder and you giggled and sighed, happy to pretend the world was ending everyday with Minho for the rest of your life.

Please do not repost or translate any of my works. My blog and stories are NSFW and 18+ ONLY! Minors, ageless, and blank blogs will be blocked!

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Congrats!

Achievement unlocked: “ The risk taker”

You’ve discovered an Secret admirer!

Secret admirers are difficult to find and are known to be the most dangerous wild cards! They may be your saving grace or potential ticket to death row, it all depends on how you impact them.

Secret admirer! Ayato who will be coming to pick you up from your peculiar predicament. However will you be able to survive until he can get there?

You must stall for time using any means necessary and not let Gaming club leader! Xiao catch onto your plans of escape.

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Secret admirer! Ayato

Affection lvl: 60

Envy 10 // insanity 15

Trait: unknown

He is pleased to be of service to his precious little doll, though he still holds some grudges about being ignored for so long…I hope you’re prepared to pay back what he’s rightfully owed.

Envy//insanity: drops -5

affection lvl increases +10

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Objective: Fake it till you make it

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((Say no)) {{Say yes}} [join him outside]

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missvelvetsstuff · 2 years

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I got a little stuck on Friday's Place but this has been dancing around in my head. Lemme know what you think. Any feedback is appreciated.

I might have another part or two, not sure yet so tell me if you want more.

Cold hearted

Steve Rogers x reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky x Natasha, Bucky x reader x Nat(past. Future?)

Warnings: swearing, angst, cheating, Steve is a dick, Sharon is a bad person, poly relationship

Chapter 1

Today was a beautiful day. BB and Nat were in the city looking for wedding dresses. Wanda was supposed to be there but was out on a mission with Steve, Sam, Bucky and Sharon and they couldn't wait because the wedding is in less than 2 months.

Nat woke her up when room service came to their room with breakfast.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty. Let's move BB. We have work to do"

BB groaned, they had been up late drinking and talking, planning the minute details for her upcoming wedding to Captain America himself. "It's not even 10am yet. Why did you make me stay up so late?" she grumbled

Nat pulled the blankets off of her "Come on now, we have to find your dress and our first appointment is at noon. Food is here so grab a bite and get showered."

"I'm so tired of trying on dresses, can't we just elope?"

Nat chuckled "I doubt Rogers would go for that so you need to haul your ass out of bed so we can get going."

"Ugh, fine." BB texted a good morning to her fiance then set the phone down to grab some food.

"You just saw him a few days ago and he's back tomorrow, can't you two survive apart from each other for a day or two?" Nat grumbled

She laughed "We can but why would we want to? He isn't going to be home till tomorrow. Can't let him get distracted by Sharon."

Nat grimaced "Sharon? Why did they have to take her along? She's still trying to weasel her way back into Steve's bed."

"She's annoying and pathetically obvious but I trust Steve, they are just friends, colleagues." BB replied as she headed for the shower.

Nat and Y/N came up in the Red Room together. Nat is a few years older and gave Y/N the nickname Baby Black Widow which became BBW and then was shortened to BB. Nat and Bucky trained her and were her only friends for those long years. They supported each other, loved each other and found comfort in each other when no one else would.

After visiting 2 more boutiques and trying on some truly awful dresses they found the one. Y/N walked out of the dressing room, saw herself in the mirror and started to choke up. "Nat, this is the one."

Nat nodded and teared up. She was happy for her friend but still in love with her which made it bittersweet "It's absolutely perfect, so very you. You are going to be such a gorgeous bride, I hope Rogers appreciates what he has.

Lets find the bridesmaid dresses to go with it."

Once they finished with bridesmaid dresses picked out, alterations marked and deposit paid they headed to lunch.

Y/N looked down her list while they were eating and marked off some items they had accomplished.

She looked up at Nat "You mailed the invitations and gave the announcement to the newspapers right?"

"Of course, we're almost done with everything. Only 6 weeks left before you become Mrs Rogers"

Y/N smiled "I can't believe this is really happening. I feel like a princess. Since we're done here let's go back to the compound today instead of waiting till tomorrow so I can surprise Steve when he gets home."

They went back to pick up their things from the hotel and chatted and listened to music for the drive home.

When they made it to the residence area they saw Wanda in the kitchen drinking tea.

Wanda startled when she heard them "Oh, hey. I thought you weren't coming back till tomorrow"

BB smiled "That was the plan but we found the perfect dresses so decided to come home early. We didn't expect you to be home already"

Wanda looked around nervously "Yeah, things wrapped up easier than expected.

How exciting about the dresses. Did you get pics?"

Nat pulled her phone out to show Wanda "Of course. And we gave them your measurements. We have to go back 2 weeks before the wedding for final fittings but it's all done."

"I'm going to go see my fiance before he has to leave" BB said as she walked away.

Wandas eyes went wide and she felt her stomach drop as she tried to stall them "But, wait. What about shoes and jewelry? I'll be home for the next couple of days so we should-"

"It's all handled. I'll see you guys at dinner" and she headed to the room she shared with Steve.

Nat turned to look at Wanda "What's going on? I don't need to read minds to know you're nervous. Are you ok?"

Wanda nodded "Just nerves with all the wedding stuff. I've never been a bridesmaid before"

Nat looked at her skeptically "Dont worry. All we need to do is support BB on her big day, help alleviate the stress as much as possible. If you're here then so is Bucky, I need to go welcome him home" Nat winked and left in search of her husband.

When BB opened the door to her room she heard murmuring and shuffling. "Oh Stevie" she sang out "I found the perfect dress. You're gonna die when-" she stopped cold when she saw Steve and Sharon on the couch, looking flustered and guilty, faces flushed and hair mussed.

"What are you two up to? Working on reports?" She asked.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck "Yeah, reports are done. We need to talk to you about the wedding."

Y/N looked at the smirk on Sharon's face. "Oh, no. Don't take it personal Sharon but I don't need anymore bridesmaids"

Sharon laughed "I'm not interested in being your bridesmaid. This is much bigger than that."

Y/N looked at Steve confused "What is she talking about?"

Steve looked at the floor "We were just talking and I think we should cancel the wedding."

Her stomach dropped and she stammered for a minute until she could speak coherently "Cancel the wedding? Why?"

Sharon scoffed "Because he deserves better than you."

"Steve? What's going on? Why is she here?"

He finally looked her in the eye "Look, sweetheart. You know that I love you-"

"Do I?" She snapped "I'm not feeling very loved"

"We just aren't sure getting married is a good idea. As Captain America I have a lot of responsibilities and expectations on my shoulders. I don't know if marrying a former Widow sets a good example. Especially since you can't have kids." Steve tried to explain

"I suppose Sharon would be a better match? What did she say to you, Steve? Two days ago we were fine and you were looking forward to this just as much as I was. You spend a couple of days with Sharon and I'm suddenly not good enough for you?" BB snapped

"And Why do you keep saying we? Why is she in the middle of this?" She looked at his face but his eyes wouldn't meet hers but then she saw something "Steve, is that a hickey on your neck? How long has this been going on?"

Steve's hand moved quickly to cover up the mark "I know this seems like it's coming out of left field but the people might not understand me marrying someone like you" he explained awkwardly

She bristled "Someone like me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Do Nat and Bucky know you think we are beneath you?"

Steve tried to take her hand but she pulled away as if he had bitten her "You know what it means, a former red room assassin. Marrying you would hurt my reputation, would hurt the country."

She slapped him "You son of a bitch. None of this is news, you told me a million times that my past doesn't matter. How would dumping your fiance help your reputation?

And Since when do you care about image and reputation? The Steve I fell in love with didn't care about all that. He cared about loyalty and doing what's right regardless of how it looked. You're obviously not that man."

Her face went blank, her eyes cold and emotionless "How. Long. Have. You. Been. Fucking her?"

Sharon scoffed "That gutter talk is one of many reasons you aren't right for him. And we've been together since I came back. You were just a placeholder"

BB glared at Sharon "You did this. You've been trying to get him back since he helped you get a pardon. I guess you win. He's all yours, just let me get my stuff moved."

She took off her engagement ring and dropped it on the coffee table then walked away to box up her things.

As BB carried boxes to her old room she ran into Nat and Bucky who looked confused by her tears and moving boxes

Bucky went to help her "What happened, Doll? Is this going to storage or something?"

When Bucky took the boxes she tried to speak up but couldn't and raced for her old room where she fell onto the bed, sobbing. Nat followed her and held her friend until the crying calmed.

BB looked up at Nat and Bucky with red, swollen eyes and whispered "He dumped me, wants to cancel the wedding. Said I'm not good enough for Captain America, it wouldn't look right for him to marry a former widow who couldn't have kids. He always told me he didn't care about any of that. It was Sharon, somehow she convinced him. She said they've been together since she came back." She couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

Bucky growled "I'm gonna kill him. I can't believe her would do this to you."

"No Jamie, please stay with me." BB pleaded.

Bucky nodded and leaned back against the headboard. BB laid her head on his chest and he wrapped his left arm around her rubbing up and down her back. Nat cuddled into his right side and laced her fingers with BB's hand on his chest. It didn't take long for the exhaustion to knock her out.

Bucky leaned over to kiss Nat, full and soft on the lips then the other way to kiss BB on her forehead "I dont know if I can let her go again, Nat. It kills me that she's hurting and Steve caused it. I want the three of us back together. Like we used to be." He whispered softly.

"I know love. He promised me that he wouldn't hurt her. We can't change what he did but I will do everything in my power to help her move on and to make Steve and that bitches life miserable."

Bucky chuckled softly "I know you will, my love. Just let me know what I can do to help."

BB woke up a couple of hours later because her stomach was growling. When she remembered where she was and why her stomach turned. She was still laying half on Bucky but Nat had gotten up awhile ago.

Bucky kissed her forehead "Hey beautiful. Did you have a good rest?"

BB tried to smile but her eyes started to fill up with tears and he pulled her close "Sshhh, it's alright Doll. I'm here. Nat and I will always be here for you."

"Where did she go?"

Bucky squeezed her "Nat went to get us something to eat, we didn't think you would want to deal with everyone tonite. Wanda made a stew and French bread."

BB sighed "Thank you Jamie. I don't know how I would survive without you and Nat. I don't understand why Steve is being like this." Tears started pooling in her eyes.

"I dont know baby but we've got you. Always." He tried to comfort her.

In the dining room dinner was loud like always, the returning team members telling stories about the last mission, some more believable than others. Sam loved to embellish.

When Nat came out alone Sam asked her "Where's your old man? You wear him out already?" He teased.

But before she could answer Steve came out holding Sharon's hand, causing Sam to do a double take "Excuse me, Cap? What the hell? Where's your girl?"

Steve held up his and Sharon's hands "Right here, where she belongs."

Sharon smirked and the table went silent while Steve acted like it was no big deal.

"Since when is Sharon your girl? What about BB?" Sam was getting angry

Steve sighed "We decided to cancel the wedding. It wasn't working"

"Go on, Rogers. Tell them what you did. Tell them why it wasn't working. Why you betrayed my friend." Nat spat at him.

Sharon rolled her eyes "That's between me and Steve, we are soulmates, meant to be together."

Nat growled "Sharon you need to shut the fuck up before I make you. Just remember karma is a bitch and so am I." She strode away with dinner for BB, Bucky and herself. Laughing at the sound of Sam, Wanda, Tony and Clint tearing into Steve.

When Nat returned to BBs room, BB had calmed down some and taken a quick shower. She couldn't eat much but forced a little down.

Clint stopped by to see how she was doing, he was like a brother to BB. She cried a little more but felt like she was out of tears already. Clint gave her a bear hug and promised to always be there for her. Even offered to take her to stay with him and Laura if she needed to get away. BB declined but thanked him and he headed home for a few days.

After watching some silly movies they all settled down to sleep.

BB was heartbroken, her chest felt hollow, like her heart had been ripped out and stomped on. She knew she was in for a rough time trying to deal with a breakup while still seeing the ex and his new partner every day but she also knew that she would always have Nat and Bucky. She fell asleep hoping tomorrow would be a better day.

Chapter 2

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