Prompt - Beca actually gets hurt when she falls out of the bear trap but she doesn't tell anyone until Chloe realizes that something is wrong.
“Not cool guys!” Beca yelled from the bear trap she’d managed to get herself caught in. She could hear the other Bellas below her arguing how best to get her down, but she couldn’t focus on what they were saying.
She’d never been good with heights. And it wasn’t like she was super high right now, but she was still high enough that if the trap broke, she’d definitely get hurt.
But that wasn’t likely. These things were designed to hold bears after all and -
Beca opened her eyes and looked up to see the other Bellas standing over her.
She saw Lily in the tree above, a knife held between her teeth.
“Am I dead?” Beca asked.
“Nope,” Fat Amy replied.
“Are you guys gonna help me up or?” Beca asked, struggling to untangle herself from the rope.
Fat Amy grabbed her underneath her arms and lifted her onto her feet.
“There you go captain,” she said, roughly brushing away the dirt and leaves from her clothes. “Good as new.”
“Thanks,” Beca said. She looked around and noticed Chloe was absent from the group. “Where did Chloe go?”
The other girls shrugged and began making their way back to the tent.
Beca tried to follow them but as soon as she put pressure on her foot, pain shot through her ankle.
“You okay?” Emily asked.
“Fine,” Beca said, gingerly putting weight on her ankle. It hurt, but she could walk on it. “I’m gonna try and find Chloe, you can head back to the tent.”
Beca waited until Emily was out of sight before she started limping back.
She only made it a few steps before her ankle threatened to give way and she had to sit down.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket and sighed when she saw a big crack in the screen.
“Goddammit,” she muttered under her breath. She clicked the home button and saw she had no signal, and her battery was on 10%. Aubrey hadn’t given them access to any kind of electricity since they got there. So now she was stuck sitting in the sun with no water and no way to contact anyone.
She tried to stand again but the pain forced her back down.
“Cool,” she said. “What an awesome way to die. I’m going to haunt the shit out of Aubrey and Chloe.”
“Please don’t do that,” Chloe said.
Beca’s head snapped up and she saw Chloe there, hands on her hips
“Hi,” Beca said.
“Heard you were looking for me, but you don’t seem to have gotten very far. Everything okay?”
“Yep,” Beca said. “Totally fine.”
“So you don’t need any help right now?” Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay, well I guess I’ll leave you to it,” Chloe said turning to walk away.
“Wait,” Beca said. Chloe turned around but didn’t speak. “I hurt my ankle falling out of that tree. I need some help.”
“See,” Chloe said, crouching down beside her. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”
“Shut up,” Beca mumbled, wincing when Chloe lightly touched her ankle.
“Does that hurt?”
“Mmm hmm,” Beca said through gritted teeth. “Ow!” Beca said when Chloe touched it again.
“I can’t tell how bad it is without taking off your shoe,” Chloe said, looking up at her. “But that’ll really hurt.”
“You don’t need to take it off. I’m sure it’s fine,” Beca said.
Chloe sighed. “I’m gonna have to take you to the hospital.”
Beca groaned. “Seriously? It’s fine, I probably just twisted it.”
“It’s super swollen Beca, and you can’t even walk on it,” Chloe replied.
“I can too,” she said.
Chloe stood up and held up her hands. “Go ahead then,” she said.
“Fine, I will,” Beca said. She braced herself and pushed herself to her feet. The pain made stars explode behind her eyes and she only managed one step before her ankle gave way. Luckily Chloe caught her and stopped her from hitting the ground. “Thank you,” Beca muttered, red-faced.
“So, hospital?” Chloe asked, helping her walk back to the lodge.
“I guess,” Beca replied.
After hours of waiting, x-rays, and finally strong painkillers, Beca and Chloe made it back to the lodge.
The girls were all sitting around a camp fire, and cheered when they saw Chloe helping Beca walk towards them. Aubrey had given Beca and Chloe a guest room at the lodge so Beca wouldn’t have to sleep in the tent, but they still wanted to sit out with the girls for the final night.
“How are you Beca?” Aubrey asked nervously. She hoped Beca wouldn’t be mad that she’d gotten hurt at her lodge.
Beca gave her a thumbs up. “Fine and dandy,” she said, leaning a little too much into Chloe’s side. “It isn’t broken, just a bad sprain.”
Aubrey glanced at Chloe who just shook her head and smiled.
“Did they give you that good shit at the hospital, Beca?” Cynthia Rose asked, grinning.
“All I know is that an hour ago this hurt, and now… it doesn’t,” she said, dramatically. She looked at Chloe, who raised her eyebrows expectantly. “And also… I’m sorry that I said those things earlier. And I’m sorry that I tried to walk away… again. You guys are my… my best friends. And my family. And I love you all so much.”
“We love you too Becs,” Stacie said, smiling at the way Chloe had wrapped an arm around her shoulder to steady her.
“Some of us more than others,” Fat Amy muttered.
Chloe shot her a look, but Beca didn’t seem to notice.
The night went on and Beca started leaning more and more into Chloe’s side, until she finally yawned and closed her eyes contentedly.
“Maybe you should take her to bed, Chlo’,” Aubrey said.
“I’m not asleep,” she mumbled.
“Come on,” Chloe said, helping her to her feet. “Say goodnight.”
“Night,” Beca said, clinging to Chloe’s arm as she lead her back towards the lodge.
She was quiet as they made their way into their room. When Chloe sat her on the bed she noticed she had paled and that there was a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
“Okay?” Chloe asked.
Beca shook her head. “It hurts again.”
“You can’t take anymore painkillers until tomorrow morning,” Chloe said, frowning.
Beca groaned dramatically and lay back down on the bed.
“Stay here, I’ll go get you some ice,” Chloe said, before leaving the room.
While she was away, Beca managed to change into some pyjamas, and Chloe returned to see her lying on the bed looking sore and miserable.
“Here,” Chloe said, placing a makeshift ice pack on her bandaged ankle.
“Cold,” Beca said.
“Well that’s ice for you,” Chloe replied.
Beca laughed before she closed her eyes. “Are you gonna stay?” She asked.
“Of course,” Chloe said. She quickly changed before climbing into bed beside her.
“You’re the best,” Beca said. “I really am sorry for what I said today.”
“I know Becs,” Chloe replied, playing with the brunette’s hair.
“I love you, Chlo’,” she said.
“I love you too,” Chloe replied, blinking back tears.
A year ago almost, I was at a strange point in my life. To an outsider, everything in my life would scream sorted. I had a degree, a (still have) a well-paying full time job, good friends, great fam support everything was golden. But I felt hollow inside. Everything felt meaningless and empty and I started to slip back into my depressive cycle. My bosses had no idea and were happy that I was staying late at work and maniacally getting all the work done. I realised that high functioning depression is a thing.
It was around then I discovered BTS. Now here me a out, I was a 25 year old jaded working professional, definitely not their target demographic but something about them drew me in. It wasn’t even an MV, I landed upon a kpop playlist on Spotify (idk how) and skipped all the songs till I landed on BS&T and I couldn’t skip, the song made me pause. I had no idea what they looked like who they were I just knew this song was good. I looked up the MV during my lunch hour and instantly sent it to my best friend @littleemptyspaces I was slowly but surely falling deep. Something changed in me. I don’t know how but these 7 boys whom I barely understood, broke through my cloud of misery and let the sunshine in. I fell down the rabbit hole and I was the happiest person.
In my worst moments I find myself coming back to them, to seek comfort, to seek amusement to seek love and I’m never disappointed.
Soon I found Agust D and that just made the love I had for them very real. To see someone put down in words, how I was feeling, oh how liberating it was. It was him saying all those things in The Last but it felt like they were being wrenched out of me. after years of supression and pretend.
So when people say BTS saved their lives I understand and I respect them.
Because Bangtan saved my life too. Not once not twice but three times.
1930s Animation: How it came about, What happened to it, What it influenced.
Hey guys! So recently as I’m sure a lot of you know, the 1930s style of animation has made a resurgence in the forms of Bendy and the Ink Machine and Cuphead! So I’m just making this to show where it comes from c:
Before you start though, I’ll be mentioning Max Fleischer in this post, and you can find out more about his life in the book Out of the Inkwell. I don’t have it myself as I’m pretty poor, but I’d love to read it soon <3
Was It Walt Disney?
It depends on what kind of style you’re thinking! Walt Disney’s work began with an animation known as Alice’s Wonderland (1923).
which, looking onto his future works, is a lot more different. The cartoon look is there; however, those famed Pac-Man eyes aren’t, neither are the rubberhose limbs and thick black characters. Those came into his work later on with his Mickey Mouse shorts such asPlane Crazy (1928) and the first animation to feature synchronized sound,Steamboat Willie (1928). The bouncy animation is there, squashing and stretching all the characters and objects!
Though, Steamboat Willie was actually not the first animation to feature Synchronized sound! That would be credited to
“Oh, Mabel, Mother, Pin a Rose on Me” (1924)(Which I actually can’t find…Here’s the song though!) and later on, My Ole Kentucky Home (1926).
There is a lot of…Drama….surrounding the relationship between the studios of Disney and Fleischer, but this isn’t going to be about that (though I may touch on it), I would definitely recommend looking it up though, it’s very fascinating.
Around this time, the scary looking Lip-Sync animation started to come along and the styles were fairly similar, though the Fleischer Car-Tunes were a lot more, in my opinion, clean, however didn’t fully stretch their characters as much as Disney had been doing later on.
Who are Fleischer Studios?
Fleischer Studios first opened around the 1920s as Inkwell Studios. It was created by brothers Max and Dave Fleischer, whom were Born and Raised in Poland. In 1914, Max Fleischer created the Rotoscope, a device that could allow the animator to create smoother productions as they had been drawn over Filmed reference.
Using this Process, they created the Out of the Inkwell (1918 - 1929) series, starring Koko the Clown!
Max included a lot more Live Action in his animations than Walt Disney and even revolutionised the way it worked due to his own inventions, including The Stereoptical Process (which I’ll show more on later), that gave him a good edge forwards during their prime. However, due to A Series of Not Quite Fortunate Events, he never quite overcame Disney and, unfortunately, his studio met a sad end.
What other Cartoons did they make?
Fleischer Studios made a surprising turn with bringing in Less Live action footage over time and creating more Lovable characters such as Bimbo The Dog and Betty Boop (1931). (Betty Boop being another can of worms entirely with the problems her design created and the blow it dealt the studio)
It was around this time that people could start to notice the style’s true beginnings. The famed Eyes had begun to appear, the Clearly Animated Flat props and characters over the detailed painted environments, and the rubberhose stretchiness of their movements.
Bringing in Cuphead as reference, both Hilda Berg and Cala Maria were heavily inspired by Betty boop’s design as mentioned by Studio MDHR’s Jake Clark in their GDC (Game Developer Conference) talk, which I’d definitely recommend watching.
Besides these characters, perhaps one of their other most Well known characters wasPopeye the sailor man! featuring Sinbad, a character I’m fairly sure inspired the design of Cuphead’s Captain Brinybeard.
In this animation you can see every part of the style’s inspiration. The watercolour backgrounds, the flat Cel characters and their stretchy, rubbery movements, and, shown in the image above, the Two-Tone Technicolor process (A secret in Cuphead for those who don’t know). This was another issue between Disney and Fleischer, as well as their own Financial problems with Paramount Pictures, so they had to resort to using cheaper methods, resulting in the above image being created by layering a negative-spaced film reel through red and green filters (basically, it was complicated back in the day, no easy layers then).
I’d definitely recommend looking up more Fleischer cartoons too if you’d like inspirations for your own works or for the animation practise, such as Swing you Sinners(1930) which I honestly think is one of the biggest influences in terms of the recent style too!
Why does Disney have this style in their animations now?
Honestly I couldn’t tell you that myself, as personally I myself am not really a huge Disney fan. Considering his past with the studios he worked in or rivalled, I never really had a soft spot for him. However, I like to hope that he took inspiration from Max Fleischer. Max was unfortunately met with the worst circumstances with working under Paramount Pictures, The Great Depression hugely hitting his work, and his relationship with his brother Dave deteriorating. (honestly I wish this studio was still here and Paramount not).
You could say the style was stolen, or developed, or inspired, being shown in Mickey Mouse’s more updated designs as well as just a general staple of “Old Animation” with the eyes and Thick Black characters. Either way, it’s the fact Fleischer inspired generations with the little miracles he created that is the important thing. I wish people would stop attributing these qualities initially refined by Fleischer to Walt Disney and giving him more credit than he deserves, but that’s just my own opinion.
Should we keep making animation in this style, or move on?
Please keep making things in the old rubberhose animation styles. Yes it’s an old aesthetic and yes it’s not…the best out there, but it’s an incredibly endearing look that I think is a love letter to the old days of animation.
You will get those who pick at the details of how it doesn’t fit quite with the style (With Bendy being a victim, his proportions and shapes being very inaccurate if put into the Fleischer/Old Disney style), however, it’s how you bring that style and adapt it to the modern world, how you make it so that you’re not merely just going by the original rules of how you create these characters and worlds. Yes, Cuphead strictly stuck to these details as beautifully as possible, but Bendy was, though I’m not a fan of his design myself, a great addition and evolution of the style into the modern day.
As nice as it is to remember these styles for when they came from and what they were inspired by, it’s always nice to know it’s just that, a style. You can continue to create in that style as much as you want!
However, if you ever want to say/credit where the style came from, though Disney did create a style similar to this and adapted some of its individual aspects into their work later on after, the Vast majority of it comes from Fleischer Studios. It’s a common misconception, but an understandable one considering the studio no longer exists and how popular Disney is.
If you ever have more questions about it, go ahead and ask! I’d love to research more about animation and give you information on any specifics within the studio, the troubles they faced within themselves/with eachother or other studios that were present back then :D <3
i get that slightly taller draco was mentioned in book 7 and that’s cool like whatever you want to like, go with canon etc on that even if you’re shipping drarry
on the OTHER hand if you want to make the argument for taller harry (and i do) let’s come at it from an emotional angle
for YEARS draco has been leaning down over harry. bodyguards aside (RIP vince), it was SUPER darn delightful for him to square off against this shrimpy little kid who happened to be a darn POWERHOUSE of magic and still have the height advantage. draco sprang up early and got to be taller than most kids in their year, excepting ron and a few others
he got used to it. smirk in place, glaring down, always DOWN at potter. so fucking good for his nasty little ego to be able to force potter to tilt his chin up to look defiantly back when they were trading barbs
suddenly, it’s post-war, and like a lot of dudes, harry has kept growing into his late teens and twenties. he eats on the regular now, stuff he learned to cook as a kid when he was forced to make food for the dursleys, and exercises. kid’s gotten fit and a bit taller.
now: they meet again. say in diagon alley. and they’re trying to be courteous…maybe draco goes over to all weirdly, stiltedly thank potter for testifying on his behalf at the war trials, etc
but then this horrible thing happens:
draco has to look UP at potter. just a little. the perspective has totally changed and he’s weirdly shaken by it when they talk, even when they lower their voices because the press is ALWAYS around and they’re speaking kissing-close. he’s eye level with harry’s nose, not his forehead.
draco THINKS about it later. like a lot. it bothers him more than it should, the removal of that last little piece of physical authority he had over a guy who bested him in every possible way.
he thinks about it at night. he thinks about it again the next day, and the next time he goes to speak with potter. he thinks about it the first time they kiss. he NEVER gets over it. they’ve been together for ages and draco’s still definitely (and vocally) pissed every time he notices short fucking harry potter grinning from just above him.
“hell, potter, why did you have to keep growing? you’re supposed to be shorter than me! you were MEANT to be shorter than me, i just know it. i probably got my growth stunted by having the Mark put on me, beastly thing. it’s not fair. it’s not right. look at you up there, you absolute MISTAKE. come down here. i WILL break your legs.”
draco’s ego + harry being taller than him = constant bitching and i LOVE IT
Jungkook quickly jogged in the direction of your dorm room. How could he be so stupid? Even if Y/F/N was his pen pal, he was willing to let go of you and your friendship? After everything? What a dick move, he thought to himself.
He didn’t know why you were the one apologizing when he was the dick who didn’t even look in your direction for the past two weeks. He wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t open the door.
“Y/N?” He lightly knocked on your room door. Were you even there?
“He’s here,”he heard a low voice through the door.
“Shut up, Tae!” He heard you shush through the door.
“Y/N, I know you’re there,” Jungkook sighed, leaning his arm against the door.
“I don’t need to hear it. I know I lied to you and I’m sorry, okay?” You murmured.
“You’re not the one who should be apologizing. It’s me, really.”
“Yeah. I was an inconsiderate asshole who deserted you. Sure, I was hurt because I thought you were just averting me from meeting my pen pal whom you knew all along. But a part of me knew you wouldn’t do that. Yet, I didn’t listen to that part of me. So I stopped seeing you. At first, it felt like I was empty but then it hurt. Really hurt. I saw you around, alone at the cafe or on campus and damn, I was crushed. But I had my stupid pride and ignored your obvious sadness. You don’t know how much I wanted to walk up to you sometimes, but those times were when I was around Y/F/N.”
He heard you scoff at the mention of her name. He continued, “I honestly can’t believe that I was willing to give you up over something so stupid. You’re way too special to me, Y/N.”
“Meaning?”Taehyung shouted from the other side of the door, urging him to go on. Jungkook heard the sound of a smack and Taehyung winced,“Ow!”
From beside you, Taehyung sat criss-crossed, rubbing his arm which had a newly formed red mark on it. “What was that for?”
“Be quiet, would you?” You pleaded, nodding your head towards the door.
“Meaning I care about you…a lot. Maybe a little too much, for my own good,” Jungkook replied vaguely. What was that supposed to mean? You wanted to urge him to elaborate but it seems, once again, Taehyung beat you to the punch.
“Y/N, I love you.”
Before you could process what Jungkook had just said, an inhuman sound was heard from next to you.
Turning your head to the side, you saw Taehyung laying on the ground, clutching his chest, and his eyes shut.
“Namjoon hyung owes me twenty dollars!” He hollered, jumping up. “Y/N, I’m helping you out here. Have fun!” Taehyung opened the door and made eye contact with Jungkook for a split second, before breaking out into a grin.
“Good luck,” Taehyung patted Jungkook’s arm and slid past him and ran out of your dorm. Your eyes stayed glued to the carpet floor under you.
“You what?” You managed to speak.
Rubbing the back of his neck, awkwardly, he sighed, “Yeah, I know; funny way of showing it, right? But I guess I was just so hurt by what you ‘did’, and my pride got in the way.”
As if breaking out of your daze, you shook your head, “But I lied to you first. Yeah, you made me feel like absolute shit, but it was my fault. If I didn’t lie in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.” You stood up in front of him.
“You had a good reason,” He said, softly.
“Being insecure? Wow, what a great reason,” You rolled your eyes at yourself.
Jungkook took hold of your hands, “I made you feel insecure. I was rude enough to accuse you for not being my pen pal once I got here. I’d do the same if a girl showed up at my door and looked at me the way I looked at you. But believe me, I never looked at you like that again.”
When you said nothing, he took it as an opportunity to keep talking, “As we kept hanging out, I realized how freaking attracted I was to you. Not because of your appearance, not gonna lie though, you rock the whole I don’t give a fuck about my hair look, but because of your personality. Whenever you were looking away or telling a story, man, I only had eyes for you. Call me cheesy but I don’t care. Y/N, I definitely don’t deserve you but please take into consideration my apology,” Jungkook pled, not letting go of your hands.
Looking down at his hands holding yours, you realized just how well they fit together. Feeling your cheeks heat up, as if you were just remembering that he was confessing, you looked away.
“Kook, I know you hurt me, but I forgive you.”
“That easily? No way. Can’t you yell at me or scold me?”
“Kook, I’m not your mother. I forgive you. It’s Y/F/N who I don’t, nor will ever forgive.”
Biting his lip, he looked down at you. “No offense because I knew you two were friends at one point, but she’s annoying as hell.”
“Oh, I know,” you scoffed with laugh.
“Seriously! If she wasn’t exposed I probably would’ve found out sooner that she wasn’t my pen pal. She was so…clingy? Definitely not my Sarcastic Princess,” he finished with a smirk.
“Your Sarcastic Princess, huh?” You raised an eyebrow.
“I still can’t believe I didn’t realize. You’re the same person! I mean, at least I don’t feel bad anymore, though,” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Feel bad about what?”
“I was kind of torn…I had this small crush on her but then I had feelings for you and you have no idea how confused I was as to how I could like two people at the same time. Turns out, it wasn’t two people.”
Rolling your eyes with a smile, you said, “Well, hey, if it makes you feel any better, the feelings are mutual.”
“They are? Even after–”
“If my actions were so easily forgiven by you, why can’t be yours?” You shrugged. “Plus, who needs drama? I miss our lazy days when all we cared about was that essay we needed to write for the next day.”
“I like the sound of that,” Jungkook smiled, thoughtfully. If he didn’t love you as much before, he certainly did now. Relationships weren’t perfect, but for the two of you, your fizzle happened before it actually started, and that was okay.
“So? Past is in the past?”
“First I need to do one thing…Hm, make that two things,” Jungkook grinned.
“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Firstly,” He began, before cupping your cheeks and placed a soft peck to your lips. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to make your heart race.
After pulling away with a cheeky smile, Jungkook grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the room.
“Secondly, how about we get some revenge?”
WOOP WOOP I LIED! ONE MORE PART OR SO AFTER THIS ONE!
So this is a video taken by @rieriebee of me gifting the plushies I made for Mashima. I mentioned to my friends over a year ago that if Mashima ever came to NYC, and I could get a chance to meet him, I would definitely make him an Ichiya plushie. :)
So, when I found out he was coming to comic con, I did just that in August, and I also, and of course, made him Avatar Gray and Timeskip Juvia. ^_~
As far as Ichiya goes, he’s mentioned in his panel/events so far that he really likes, and thinks he looks like Ichiya haha. That’s why I’m very happy in my choice of characters to give to him. And his reactions meant everything to me! He seemed so happy and amused!
As you can see in the video he also liked that Gruvia were “connected” (their hands are magnetized, so they can hold hands ^-^) lol!
And when I mentioned he had retweeted my plushies and the Gruvia Christmas sweater, he remembered!!
Anyway, this has been such a magical day in so many ways. I’m so happy that I finally got to meet Mashima (who was so kind and patient and lovely to everyone!), and that it all happened together with such dear friends. 😭❤️😭❤️
And I got a personalized sketch of Juvia!! I will treasure it always!!
Amazingly fantastic happiness. That’s what I feel. Thanks to everyone (especially @dooshiedoosh ) who made this day possible. As I said in my other post. BEST DAY EVER.
“Is that how you feel? Did
you feel like this the entire time we were dating or is this a new thing?”
You crossed your arms and glared at the man before you, previously your
boyfriend and now the man that just shattered your heart.
“I- well it’s not really
new…” He glanced off to the side, rubbing the back of his neck
nervously. Your face was bent out of shape and you could tell it was making him
uncomfortable, but that was the least of your concerns. He let out a heavy
sigh. “I swear I actually did feel something for you when we started
dating. It’s just, I lost interest.”
“Lost interest?! Then why
the hell didn’t you break up with me sooner?! You wasted your time and mine
with this relationship; you should have broken things off as soon as you started
feeling like that instead of leading me on then cheating on me!”
“I know, you didn’t deserve
that, but I just couldn’t work up the nerve to say it to you.”
“So you thought this would be
“I didn’t want you to find
out this way. You don’t understand how tough this has been on my
conscience.” His conscience?! He had some nerve. “I got too
attached to you. It’s like telling a lost puppy that’s been following me around
for months to go away and never come back. I’d feel so bad breaking up with you.”
You almost choked at his words,
unable to hide the shock on your features. A big lump formed in your throat,
but you pushed it back down, fighting the angry tears brimming your eyes.
“Finding out like this is way worse than telling me yourself. Not only did
you hold back MY life with this relationship, but then you didn’t even have the
balls to break it off yourself and had your side whore say it instead!!”
You were in public and you didn’t want to cause a scene but your anger was
becoming too much.
“My life was held up because
of this too! Do you know how many girls have been waiting for us to break up so
they could get a chance to date me? There are girls who are much better
looking than you that are throwing themselves at me but I couldn’t say anything
to any of them because of you. Instead I had to tolerate you and your worrying
and nagging because you’re an overprotective attention seeker.” There it
was. The side of him that you’ve only seen once. Normally he was kind and
bashful around you, but finally you get to experience the selfish,
inconsiderate, rude side of the man you had been dating for a little over a
year. Was sex all he thought about? It was becoming clear to you that he never
had his priorities straight in the first place.
“Considering the situation, I
had a right to be overprotective. I knew I couldn’t trust you and so did my
friends but I had faith in you. They warned me that you were a fuckboy and now
I see what they saw.”
“Whatever.” He scoffed
and rolled his eyes at you, exiting out of the conversation like he always
tended to do when you said something he didn’t like. He always chose not to
listen to the truth and it pissed you off more than anything.
“I should have known dating a
self centered asshole like you would end up like this. Is your head so far up
your ass that you can’t see how any of your actions affect the people around
you?” He turned his head from you and you knew he had stopped listening.
As soon as he started walking back to the girl that was waiting for him, you
followed and spoke loudly so she could hear. “If you’re leaving me for
her, don’t set your standards too high. You might lose interest too quickly and
then you’ll be forced to choose from that long line of women waiting to fuck
The look on the girl’s face was
priceless as she turned toward him. You couldn’t figure out why she was
surprised to hear that he had other side pieces, as if she wasn’t one herself.
After collecting herself from her shock, she turned back to you.
“Hey, don’t talk to him or me
like that, ever.” She squeaked, her voice annoying you more than before.
“What makes you think my
conversation was about you? You’ve never been the main of anything in your
entire life.” You didn’t know where all of this sass was coming from, but
it made you feel big. You assumed it was a natural defense mechanism to
compensate for your bruised ego. Suddenly the shorter girl approached you and
drew her hand back, quickly making contact with your face and leaving a
stinging mark behind.
Rage shot through your body and
you felt your face get hot. Every fiber in your body told you to fight her, you
weren’t a wimp and you didn’t take shit from anyone, but miraculously you were
able to contain yourself and hold your temper. She wasn’t worth the effort and
she definitely wasn’t important enough for you to go to jail for beating her
up. Stepping dangerously close to the woman’s face, you spoke lowly so only she
could hear you. She cowered at your proximity but didn’t move away.
“Listen bitch,” You
spat. “If you put your hands on me ever again, I will not hesitate to drag
your raggedy ass up and down this park until the cops take me away.” The
deadly look in your eye sent shivers up her spine but she kept a tough look on
her face as you backed away and looked to the man beside you. He looked like he
was prepared to break up the fight and you almost laughed. Despite everything,
he still knew you well and understood that you would fight someone if
necessary. You had never been pushed as far as starting a fight before, but he
knew what you were capable of. A hard glare was thrown in his direction and he
stepped back because of the intensity. You were scary when angry. “Fuck
With that you brushed past both of
them and walked out of the park to your car. Your face was red hot and you were
sure you were getting looks from the patrons of this park, but you couldn’t
care enough to look back. You wished with all your heart that this had happened
in a less public place, but there was nothing you could do about it, it was
As you drove down the road to your
house, you prayed that something bad would happen to them. It was unlike you to
wish misfortune upon someone, but you were in your feelings and all you could
feel was hatred toward them. You couldn’t get what he said out of your head. He
got “too attached”? Why shouldn’t he be attached to someone he had
been dating for a year? And did he actually think of you as a lost puppy? Was
he just dating you out of pity? It wouldn’t have been the end of the world for
you if he had rejected you when you first told him you had feelings for him.
Your crush wasn’t even that big, you simply thought he was cute, it wasn’t like
you were obsessed. He was hardly ever the first thing on your mind, but now
that you thought about it, he seemed to think you saw him that way. He always
did things to get reactions out of you and tried too hard to show off. Maybe he
thought you were desperate for a relationship. Maybe you were. It had been a
long time since you dated someone seriously and you wanted one so bad. That
probably played a big part in why you fought so hard to make things work. Of
course you saw he was slowly becoming less passionate about you, but you did
everything you could to stay together with him, and despite all of that, he
still cheated on you.
His words echoed in your head.
“Instead I had to tolerate you and your worrying and nagging because
you’re an overprotective attention seeker… There are girls who are much
better looking than you.” Nothing he said should have gotten to you the
way it did. Sure there would always be someone who’s prettier and nicer than
you, but his words still hurt. He made it seem like he didn’t think you were
pretty enough for him, ugly even, like you were at the bottom of the barrel. He
was wrong about the overprotective part, however. You gave him his freedom
whenever he requested it, maybe even a little too much, and you never coddled
him. You only nagged and worried when he disappeared for long periods of time without
contacting you or telling you where he went, and you pieced together those
pieces very quickly when his side chick walked up to you and him this morning.
Never in your life had you been an attention seeker and it was bothering you
that he felt that way. The only requirements you had in your relationship were
that he take you out on dates regularly and show affection when you needed it.
If he thought that was too much then that showed how little he actually cared.
Your house appeared faster than
expected and you sat in the driveway, gathering your thoughts for a moment. It
was over. He was gone from your life and you didn’t want anything around that
reminded you of him. Getting out of the car, you quickly entered your house and
began cleansing it of him. You snatched pictures of him off the walls and
shelves, took all of the clothes you stole from him out of your closet and
carelessly tossed them into a pile, tears streaming down your face as you
rampaged your home. Your bed sheets were washed to rid them of his scent from
when he spent the night just last weekend. You took pleasure in ripping up
cards he had sent you, breaking every gift he gave you and throwing away the
evidence. Figuring he might come back for the items he left when he slept over,
you threw all of his stuff out of the front door haphazardly, ignoring the odd
and concerned looks from your neighbors. You left it sitting there on your lawn
and you couldn’t care less if it got stolen. Matters like that didn’t concern
It was done. All evidence of him
was out of your house and you were left to sit there sulking. You couldn’t
believe that he had the nerve to set foot in your house when he was unfaithful.
How dare he sleep in your bed knowing that he didn’t have feelings for you anymore.
It was stupid for you to even be crying over him. He wasn’t that great of a
boyfriend in the first place so why were you upset? It was probably just the
thought of getting cheated on that was bothering you. But he is a grown man
that made his own decisions and you couldn’t blame yourself. He was out of your
life so it was time that you stopped thinking about him. He had held you back
“Are you ok? You don’t seem
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
You found yourself at your best
friend’s house, watching him play video games to take your mind off things. You
put on a grand facade, equipping yourself with a fake smile and a bag full of
various snacks to help hide your emotions. You knew you didn’t have to smile,
but you read somewhere that smiling can increase happiness so you were willing
to try it. Unfortunately, Jimin could see straight through you.
“You’re not saying much, is
something bothering you?” He turned his attention to you for a few
seconds, long enough for you to catch his gaze, before returning it to the
“Nope.” You shook your
head even though he wasn’t looking anymore and stuffed your face with a hand
full of gummies. Jimin paused the game, squinting at you as you threw him
“Don’t lie to me in my own
home.” He lowered his voice but made it softer, concern showing on his
features. “Did something happen?”
“What gave it away? Was it
the smile?” Sighing in defeat, you turn toward him and place the bag of
snacks on the coffee table in front of you.
“And the comfort food… and
the puffy eyes.” He looked you in the face and his expression put you at
ease. “What happened? What’s the real reason you’re here? And don’t just
say you wanted to hang out.”
You pursed your lips and looked
away. There was no way you could lie to him about this. He had the right to
know and you wanted him to, that was the only way he could help you.
“I had a bad day.” When
he gives you a look, you elaborate. “My boyfriend and I broke up.”
You hear a small gasp as Jimin’s mouth falls open in surprise. “Yeah,
turns out the bastard was cheating on me, so it’s over now.”
“How did you find out?”
“We were supposed to be going
on a date to the park this morning, but when we got there his side chick came
up to us and exposed him. Can’t say I was surprised though.”
“What did you do? What did
you say?!” He seemed more in shock than you were. It was probably just
disbelief that something like this happened to you.
“You’re probing.” You
needed some boundaries, he understood that.
“Sorry.” He looked away
from you until you spoke again.
“I didn’t do anything.”
Your voice came out quieter than you expected. “Listen, I just came over
here because I didn’t want to be alone, I don’t want you to think you have to
get involved or anything like that.”
“You know that I will if you
want me to. You’re not burdening me.” There was a moment when you both
stared at each other, communicating with your eyes and understanding every
“Can I just sit and watch you
play for a while? I don’t want to think about this right now.”
It had been five days since the
break up and you still weren’t feeling much better. You had gotten over the
initial sadness and feelings of betrayal, but there was still a lingering
emptiness that you couldn’t quite explain. You were beginning to realize how
much of your time you spent on your ex, finding holes in your daily routine
that you didn’t realize would be there. Having deleted his number from your
phone, you hardly had anyone to text, most of your friends usually were at work
around this time so you didn’t want to bother them. Later on that night,
however, everyone agreed to do a group Skype call.
“(Y/n) you should definitely
go to the party with us tomorrow night.” Jungkook smiled through the
screen and you sighed.
“Yeah, friends are the best
cure for loneliness.” Taehyung stated and everyone nodded.
“I am not lonely.” Your
weak defense earned you a few groans and rolls of the eyes from your friends
and you questioned them.
“We heard about your break
up, (Y/n), and considering you’re not gushing with emotions, I’m guessing that
you’re keeping your thoughts and feelings bottled up. Whether or not you tell
us what happened is up to you, but going to this party should do wonders for
you.” The other female member of your group, Hani, chirped in and your
face became hot. You didn’t say anything, just glared at Jimin and he gave you
an apologetic smile.
“Sure I’ll go but I’m not
"bottling up” my emotions. I just don’t want to talk about it.“
"Well you aren’t acting like
yourself. Normally you’re the loudest one out of all of us, but today you’ve
barely said a word.”
“Jungkook, that’s a lie, we
all know you’re the loudest one.” You retort and everyone laughs.
“I can drive everyone to the
party. My house is the closest to the place so if we could all meet up here
everything would be a lot easier.” Jimin volunteered and Hani and Taehyung
agreed quickly, Jungkook giving a single nod. You weren’t mad at Jimin for
telling your friends your business, you just wish you could have told them
“Maybe you’ll find a new man
there.” Taehyung wiggled his thick eyebrows at you.
“I literally just broke up,
I’m sure hooking up with a stranger at a party will not fix any of my
“You never know.” He
“Repeat after me,
(Y/n),” Hani started abruptly. “Men. Ain’t. Shit.”
“Hey!! One man does not
define an entire population.” Jimin protested and you snickered. Hani
“Okay correction: *He ain’t
shit. I don’t hear you repeating.”
“He ain’t shit.” You
roll your eyes but you can’t help the small smile tugging on your lips. It felt
good to say that out loud.
“That’s right- and don’t you
forget it!” Hani pointed a finger at the screen and everyone laughed.
“He doesn’t deserve your tears,
you’re too good for him.” Jungkook interjected and the others agreed.
“There are no tears but okay.
Thanks guys.” You were grateful for their support and you had to admit,
they did lighten your mood. You hadn’t cried since the day you broke up, but there
was still some sadness in the back of your mind. You were glad they could see
through your bullshit.
Hani came to your house early so
you could help each other get ready and you asked her for advice on which dress
you should wear. Of course she chose the most revealing one, but you didn’t
have a problem with it. She picked out a sexy push up bra and a thong for you
to wear underneath and that was when you questioned her.
“Look, I know you aren’t
exactly on the market just yet, but you still need to look good. Tease the guys
a little, make them drool, there’s nothing wrong with showing off.”
“I get that, but what’s the
thong for? Nobody’s gonna see it.”
“Exactly. You’re wearing a
tight dress so you don’t want your panty line to show. Plus, you never know
what could happen.” She gave you a pervy smirk and you rolled your eyes at
her, hesitantly complying and walking into the bathroom to get changed. You
both did your hair and checked each other’s make up, picking out a cute pair of
heels from your closet before heading out of the door and to Jimin’s house.
When you got there the three boys
were already ready to go and upon seeing you two walk through the door, their
“Damn,” Tae grunted as
he eyed you both, eyes lingering on your cleavage and silky legs. “I’m
trying so hard not to get hard right now.”
“Don’t be nasty.” Hani
squinted her eyes at him but she couldn’t help the grin that crossed her
brightly colored lips. You were used to his dirty comments so you paid little
attention to them.
“I thought you said you
weren’t trying to get a man?” Jimin walked up to you and stopped a few
feet away, resisting the urge to grab your hips and pull you to him. He got a
closer inspection of your outfit and makeup, visibly trying not to gawk at how
perfectly your tight dress hugged your curves. He nodded in approval after a
while and you smiled back at him.
“I’m not, this wasn’t even my
decision.” You motion to your outfit.
“Well it might get you some
“Jeez Hani, put those
away.” Jungkook complained from behind Jimin as he shamelessly checked out
Hani’s all too revealing dress. It was an A-line dress with a V neck that
reached down to her naval, making her already big breasts way more noticeable,
showing all the side boob a man could ever ask for. The silicon bra cups she
had suctioned to her breasts pushed them up and the sight was enough to make
any man drool. It was clear what her intentions were tonight and you admired
her for having the guts to dress like that.
“Seems like your enjoying it
though, Kookie.” She smirked at him and watched as his face turned a light
shade of pink. He tried to hide it with a cocky comment, but she brushed him
“I’m hanging with Hani
tonight. Her boob is definitely gonna fall out and I wanna be there to see
it.” Taehyung joked.
“All you have to do is
ask.” She winked in his direction and you all laughed at his shocked
expression, asking if she was serious and getting ignored.
“So how far away is this
place anyway?” Jungkook asked when he was finished drinking in both of
“Um, about 15-20
minutes.” Jimin glanced at his watch before looking back at the group.
“Are you ready to go?”
“I guess.” You grumble
and head to his car.
Jimin drives and Taehyung sits in
the front, simply because none of you trust that he would be able to keep his
hands to himself sitting in the back with two females. You sat in the middle
and watched the road in front of you most of the ride. There was a conversation
going on around you, but you couldn’t hear any of it. Your thoughts were too
loud for you to focus on what they were saying, so you zoned out and had an
What if he’s here? He knows the
same people that I know, why wouldn’t he be? What if he brings his side piece?
I don’t want to be that person who fights in the middle of a party. My friends
don’t even know what happened between us, they’ll start asking questions and
then I’ll have to explain everything in front of everyone. Why am I even going
to this stupid party with them? I bet we’re all gonna split up as soon as we
walk through the doors anyway. The car erupts into laughter and pulls you from
your thoughts momentarily. When did I become so melodramatic? My friends are
trying to help me get over him, so I should at least try to be happy. I love
parties…. generally… so I’ll just try my best to enjoy this one. Get it
together (Y/n), world is not going to end. Remember: He ain’t shit.
Taking a deep breath, you try to
enter the conversation. The ride feels shorter when you’re talking, and before
you knew it, you were parking in the lot of a crowded club.
“The party’s in here?”
Hani asked, expressing exactly what you felt. From what you had been told, this
was a party for someone that you had only met once or twice before. Apparently
he got a promotion or something and was throwing a huge party, inviting almost
everyone he knew to celebrate. When you got inside, you saw that there was a
section reserved for the party with a table of food sitting on the side. That’s
probably where you would be most of the night if you were being honest with
yourself. Jimin and Taehyung greeted a man inside and reintroduced you, Hani,
and Jungkook to him.
“Oh yeah, you do look
familiar. Well, thanks for coming, um, the club is open and so is the tab so
have fun! Food’s over there, bar is that way, try not to die or kill
anyone.” With that, the man walked away and left your friends to party.
Immediately Taehyung pulled the group to the dance floor.
After about 2 hours of dancing,
you called it quits and left to entertain the free buffet. You were okay with
getting checked out by your friends, but the stares you were receiving from
people, female and male alike, were making you uncomfortable. For some reason,
it felt different than when you were in a relationship. When people used to hit
on you before, you were flattered and took it lightly, feeling protected by the
fact that you were dating someone. But now that you were single, every person
that approached or touched you seemed like a predator. There was no “I’m
taken” excuse to ward off the hands that wandered too high or low on your
body. Of course you could lie and say that you were, but that would just remind
you of your horrible break up and make you emotional and you didn’t want to be
the person crying at the club.
You stayed close to Jimin and
Jungkook while you danced, feeling more comfortable dancing around them. They
were both great dancers and you would consider yourself one too, so you three
stole the show. You never touched them and they never touched you, but you were
all pushed close to each other as you danced provocatively, visibly affecting
Jungkook even though he didn’t stop you. A few women tried to flirt with you
three as you swayed your hips to the music, complementing your dancing and,
ultimately, your ass in that dress. Countless men tried to grind against you,
but every time someone would get too close you would turn your butt toward
Jimin or Kookie or just sandwich yourself between them, using their bodies as a
Jimin couldn’t keep his eyes off
of you as you moved fluidly, body flowing to the music like water in a stream.
You were a distraction to his thoughts, a constant reminder of what he couldn’t
have, but he wanted to touch you so badly. Would that be too much? Probably. He
tended to think of you as a fragile being, someone who could take care of
herself, but often needed back-up in sticky situations. He cared for you and he
cared about you and made a mental vow to be your personal bodyguard, but the
way you were dancing was setting his heart on fire. Every now and again you
would turn your back to him and occasionally you would brush up against him. Of
course everyone was smashed together in the mass of bodies, but he could always
tell when you were the one that touched him. He would stare for a bit, hoping
you would make a bold move and grind on him to relieve some of the tension
growing between you two, yet he feared that he wouldn’t be able to control his
actions if you did something like that. Why was he being like this? He
shouldn’t be having inappropriate thoughts about his best friend, but his body
said otherwise. Thankfully, you decided to leave the dance floor to cool off a
bit and he was quick to follow, keeping a close eye on you.
When you finally left the crowd,
you were dripping with sweat. It was so hot in there that it was getting hard
to breath. You spotted Hani and Taehyung at the bar, downing drinks before
going back onto the dance floor. Taehyung was standing unnecessarily close to
her but she seemed to be encouraging it, her face showing that she was flirting
her ass off and you laughed.
“They should just date
already.” Jimin’s voice sounded alarmingly close to your ear and you
turned to him quickly, not having realized he followed you out of the crowd.
“I don’t know why she keeps
saying they’re just friends, we can clearly see they have some benefits
situation going on. We’re not blind.” You turn your body toward him and
are surprised by his proximity. He steps back as you reach over him to grab a
plate and begin to pile it with food.
“I haven’t eaten all night, I
should probably get something.” Jimin picks up a plate too and you wait
for him to fill his plate before walking over to an empty table. The motion of
the sea of people rocking in front of you is almost nauseating as you stare
into it, making you wonder how you survived being in the center of it. You
“I can’t believe we were in
there. There are sooo many people here.”
“Yeah, this is probably the
most crowded it’s ever been.”
“Where’s Kookie? Did you
leave him all alone?” You take a bite of your hamburger slider.
“Oh he’s not alone.”
Jimin laughs. “Just when you left he started dancing with this girl. She
was basically fucking him with clothes on in the middle of the floor. I was
surprised he was okay with that, but when I told him I was leaving he didn’t
“When will you learn that
Jeon Jungkook is not as innocent as you think he is? I’ve seen that boy do some
nasty things.” You and Jimin just chat as you stuff yourselves with food.
After a few hours, you start rapidly declining and you wonder what time it is.
It had to be late. Eventually Jungkook found where you were sitting and he
stole some of Jimin’s leftovers, but soon he was up again, disappearing into
the pulsing mass of sweaty bodies.
You and Jimin continued to talk
and somehow the conversation looped back around to your friends.
“I think they would be
perfect together. Hani is a little… out there, but so is Tae and they could
probably work. They can’t keep pretending we don’t know she sucks his dick
whenever she goes to "hang out” at his place. He’s really bad at
lying.“ Jimin leaned back in his seat.
"Do you think you’d be able
to hide it if I sucked your dick?” You didn’t know why those words slipped
from your lips, but they did and you could see the shock on Jimin’s face, but
he quickly recovered.
“I just wouldn’t say anything
about it. But that question is irrelevant because I don’t believe in friends
with benefits arrangements, so I would never let that happen.” You
shrugged and both looked at the crowd for a bit until a man approached you.
“Heyyyy, can I buy you a
drink?” The man was tall and skinny and clearly intoxicated. The way he
wobbled as he stood and slurred his words told you that he had been drinking
all night, not to mention the nauseating stench of hard liquor on his breath.
“No thanks, I’m not drinking
tonight.” You tried to be polite because you didn’t want to upset him
since you had no idea how he would react.
“Well do you want to
dance?” He held his hand out toward you and you glanced over at Jimin,
unsure of how to respond.
“Actually, I just got off of
the dance floor so I think I’m going to rest here for a while, but thank
you.” He retracted his hand and leaned against the table. His face was
uncomfortably close to yours and you feared that he would try to slide into the
small booth with you. You shot Jimin another look, hoping he would save you,
but he looked equally as stunned as you were.
“Listen, you’re really
hot.” The man giggled and a tight frown pressed into your lips as you
anticipated his next words. “I really only came over to ask you one thing.”
You raise your eyebrows and he continues. “Is you fuckin’?”
“I-” Your eyes widened
and your lips parted in shock. Out of the corner of your eye you could see that
Jimin had a similar reaction.
“Cuz I see you in that dress
and all I can think about is bending you over this table and fucking the soul
“UMMM n-no I’m not…
fucking…” You were at a lost for words. Another look was thrown in
Jimin’s direction and this time he actually did come to your rescue.
“Actually, she’s with me
tonight.” It seemed like something caught the man’s attention and he
finally noticed your friend sitting across from you. He squinted at Jimin,
focusing his eyes on his figure, trying to determine if he was real or not.
Then he looked back at you.
“Oh. Are you two..? Damn, I’m
sorry.” He turned back to Jimin. “You shouldn’t let her out of the
house looking like this. Every guy here wants a piece of that.” His tongue
ran slowly along his lips and you cringed, wishing you could unsee that as he
“That was so fucking
embarrassing.” You groan, covering your face. Jimin tried to laugh off the
awkwardness. His thoughts were less than appropriate and he fought hard to keep
his head straight.
“If anything, that should
have been flattering.”
“What, having a stranger say
that he wants to fuck me in the middle of a dirty club? How romantic.” You
roll your eyes sarcastically.
“Not that. All I’m saying is
that you look great and you shouldn’t be embarrassed that other people
recognize your beauty too.” You blush at his words and take a sip of your
soda. He regretted saying that last word, hating how it sounded like he was
flirting, but you didn’t seem to notice.
“I imagine you’re used to
getting hit on.” You meet Jimin’s gaze and he questions you. “Don’t
act like girls don’t hit on you all the time. It’s kind of inevitable when you
look like that.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, you look like… you.
You’re mochi sexy.”
“You think I’m sexy?” He
cocked an eyebrow up at you, a faint smirk on his lips.
“Mochi sexy. But you’re missing the point. I’m saying that
you probably get hit on a lot because girls find you cute and/or hot, so this
probably doesn’t bother you as much as it bothers me. I’m not used to this kind
of attention.” He was flattered by your compliment, but decided to turn
the conversation back to you.
“Really? Either you’re
oblivious or blind because you get attention everywhere you go.”
“I ignored it. But now that
I’m single it feels like everyone’s eyes are on me. Maybe it’s because I can
see them too now…”
“Get used to compliments
because I’m sure you’ll get hit on a lot more since you’re single now. And if
your ex didn’t see how hot you are before, then you should show him what his
“I’m not going to date
someone just to spite him.” You looked away, but you couldn’t say that the
thought didn’t cross your mind. You deserved happiness and a small part of you
wanted to show him that you had a line of people waiting too.
The night dragged on and the music
only seemed to get louder. The conversation was reduced to judging the
increasingly rowdy party goers as they passed. Jimin pointed out who he thought
had been drinking the most and you tried to come up with backstories about the
patrons as you watched their night unfold. When you saw a drunk woman slip and
fall on spilled alcohol, exposing a breast and her bare bottom under her dress,
you and Jimin stopped inspecting the crowd and focused on talking about Hani
and Taehyung again.
“How much do you wanna bet
she wore that outfit just for him?”
“How much do you wanna bet
they’re fucking in the bathroom somewhere?” Jimin responds and you laugh.
“I hope they aren’t, I’d like
to leave soon if we can help it.”
“Do you want to help me find
them so we can go? It’s already 2am, we’ve been here for about 5 hours.”
You nod and follow him back onto the dance floor, only to see Jungkook making
out with the girl Jimin saw him with earlier. She was pulling at his hair and
looked like she was about to tear his clothes off any second. You and Jimin
snapped pictures of the hot make out session for future blackmail use before
almost literally pulling them away from each other.
“Get her number, we’re
leaving.” You shout over the music at him and he shakes his head.
“No she’s coming home with
me.” The dirty looks they give each other make you want to vomit, but you
just nod and keep pushing through the people, searching for your other two
friends, assuming they’re not off fucking in some secluded area.
You come across the pair leaning
against a wall on the side of the dance floor. Jungkook spots them first and
leads your small group to where they were standing, clearly looking disheveled.
Taehyung’s hair was mused much like Jungkook’s and telling from the smear of
red lipstick on his face that matched Hani’s, they were engaged in similar
activities before you found them. Upon seeing you and Jimin walking up to them,
they each moved a bit farther away from each other, wiping the corners of their
lips as if you hadn’t already seen the evidence.
“Ready to go?” Jimin
asked as his friend ran a hand though his tousled hair in an attempt to fix it.
Jimin gave him a knowing look but the other male ignored it.
“Yeah we’re ready.”
Taehyung threw a glance in Hani’s direction before they both pushed off of the
wall and walked past you. In passing, you grabbed Hani’s arm and spoke to her
as quietly as you could over the roaring bass.
“You look like you had
fun.” She rolls her eyes at you.
“The party hasn’t started
yet.” You want to ask what she means by that but you could probably take a
pretty accurate guess. She latches herself onto Taehyung’s elbow and they walk
ahead of everyone else, suddenly in a rush to go home.
In the car, you sit in the front
with Jimin to avoid being smashed between the couples. Taehyung offered for
Hani to sit on his lap, but Jungkook insisted that his “date” sit on
his lap instead because his thighs were “firmer” and “made a
better seat than Taehyung’s”. They agreed on that arrangement quickly
without complaint and you were surprised Hani didn’t make a dirty comment in
response. It might have had something to do with the fact that everyone was
already onto her and Tae and she wanted to keep it a little low key for a
The ride home was much quieter in
comparison to the way there. You could hear the couples speaking to each other
respectively, but nothing was above a whisper so you couldn’t make out what
anyone was saying. Jimin took this opportunity to have a conversation with you.
“Are you driving back to your
place or staying the night at mine?” He couldn’t think of anything else to
“Uh, I’m most likely going to
spend the night with you because I have a feeling Hani doesn’t need a ride
tonight. Taehyung’s the only one who can give her the kind she needs.” You
look back and see Taehyung with his hand on her thigh, steadily moving it up as
he spoke lowly into her ear. Curiosity got the better of you and you turned so
you could see Jungkook in the seat behind you. His face was hidden by the
woman’s hair but you could tell he was nibbling on her ear and whispering sweet
nothings just from her reactions. There was no doubt in your mind that she was
sitting on his erection.
“As long as they don’t fuck
in my car, I don’t mind what’s happening back there.” You turned back
around to face Jimin, but he kept his eyes on the road. He focused all of his
energy into driving to keep out the thoughts of fucking you in the back seat.
The drive home was much shorter than the ride there and you were relieved when
you reached his driveway. Before Jimin even had a chance to pull out his keys
to open his front door, Jungkook began walking toward his car, gripping the
girl’s wrist tightly as he pulled her along.
“Goodnight guys, talk to you
tomorrow.” He waved in your direction before digging in his pocket for his
“Bye Kookie.” You laugh
as he opened the passenger’s side of his car for her and then jogged to the
other side. He was most likely trying to hide his boner from his friends.
“Someone’s in a hurry.”
Jimin mumbled as he held open the door for the remaining three of you. As soon
as you got inside, you kicked off your heels, dragging yourself over to his
couch to relieve the pressure on your aching feet. Everyone gathered in the
living room for a while and talked about your night, but their attention was
mainly on you as you told them how you got hit on by various people.
“He said that?!” Hani
“Yes he literally said ‘is
you fucking’. In front of Jimin!! I’ve never been more embarrassed in my
“It wasn’t even that
bad.” Jimin brushed you off.
“Oh please, you were
“Yeah, it kind of caught me
off guard.” He admitted.
“Did you see the way Jungkook
let that girl inhale his face though? That surprised me.” Taehyung
interjected and you nodded.
“He must be either really
into her, or in desperate need of some sex. I guess your hand can only work for
so long before you get bored.” Hani shook her head as she leaned back.
“Oh trust me, the hand never
gets old. It’s just that sometimes fucking another living thing feels way
better.” You all grimaced at Taehyung’s remark.
“What about you?” Jimin
started, smiling evilly at your other friends. “You seemed to be having
adventures of your own away from us.”
“Nah, you just walked in at a
bad time.” Hani’s protest wasn’t very convincing and you wondered how long
she would keep their relationship a secret. It was clear they were into each
other, but you didn’t understand why they didn’t want to admit it. You hoped it
didn’t have anything to do with your friendship.
“Sure. Tell that to the
messy lipstick smeared all over his face.” You gestured to Tae and he
blushed, fighting back the urge to wipe his face just in case you were
bluffing. Jimin snickered at the look on his face and Hani avoided your gaze.
“Whatever, don’t pretend that
you guys didn’t spend an entire night together too. I would have thought you
were on a date if I didn’t know better.” Hani smirked and you rolled your
eyes, not noticing the slight blush on Jimin’s cheeks.
“Well it’s time for us to
go.” Taehyung stood abruptly and motioned for Hani to follow. It was
obvious that they were going home together to “hang out” or whatever
“You’re not driving are
you?” Jimin got up as well and looked concerned at the two. You guessed
you should stand as well.
“No, we called anUber before
we left the club. Neither of us is sober enough to drive.”
“I hope you had fun tonight,
(Y/n). You look great.” Hani smacked your ass when she walked past you and
you glared at her.
“Goodbye.” You pushed
them out of the front door before anyone could make a comment about how you
looked or ask if you were feeling better. You shut and locked to door behind
them. “Guess it’s just us tonight.”
Jimin got a bit tense at your
words, but he said nothing as he turned and headed toward his bedroom. You
followed and called taking a shower first, hating how sweaty you were
underneath your dress. It felt like there was a river flowing down your back
and if you had to wait another minute to shower you would have gone insane. Upon
reaching his bathroom, you stood in the mirror and looked at yourself. You had
to admit, you did look pretty good. Tonight wasn’t as painful as you thought it
would be and you were actually glad your friends dragged you along to this
party. It was fun.
As soon as you started getting
ready to clean yourself up, you ran into a problem. Your zipper remained
elusive from your sweaty fingers and after minutes of frustrated fumbling, you
gave up. Shyly stepping out into Jimin’s bedroom, you found him sitting on the
edge of the bed looking at something on his phone. He looked up at you and
raised his eyebrows.
“Can you help me unzip my
dress?” He stood and walked over to you as you turned your back toward
him. You hadn’t really thought this plan through all the way because you failed
to avoid the sequence of events that followed.
When Jimin began pulling on the
zipper, he found that it was stuck. Adding a little more force, he tugged on it
until it came free and slid all the way down the length of your back. His
moment of triumph and your moment of relief was cut short when the strapless
garment fell from your body and landed in a pile around your ankles, leaving
you exposed in nothing but your push-up bra and butt floss. His eyes widened as
he stared at your back, gaze unintentionally falling to your ass that he
discovered was bare. He took a step back because suddenly you were standing way
too close to him and he couldn’t handle what he was seeing. Since you hadn’t
brought out a towel to wrap yourself in, you had no way to cover up and you
would rather die than pull your drenched, stinky dress back up your body.
Thinking as quickly as you could, you turned toward him so your backside was
out of view, but that led to Jimin getting a full show of the lacy front of
your thong along with the see through material of the bra you were wearing.
Your hands flew to your body, one covering your privates and the other arm
crossing your chest to hide the nipples that Jimin has probably already seen by
He tries his hardest to look at
only your face as you stand there in shock, eyes boring into each other’s,
until you step back toward the bathroom.
“Thanks.” You bend down
to pick up your dress and he can see straight into the space between your
cleavage, a sight that finally forces him to turn his head away from you. When
he hears the bathroom door close, he plops down on his bed, covering his face
What the hell?! You think as you
look at your now bare face in the mirror after you finish wiping off your
makeup. You felt so stupid. Why weren’t you holding onto the front of your
dress when he unzipped it? You knew that would happen once he pulled the zipper
down. Why weren’t you thinking? Jimin must have been so embarrassed seeing his
best friend practically naked, but you were mortified. It was the second time
tonight that you had been embarrassed in front of him. He’s seen me in
bikinis, what’s the big deal? Bikinis were different though, very different.
Bathing suits weren’t see through. They covered what was important and allowed
someone to keep some dignity. This was an entirely different situation,
however. You might as well have been completely naked because you were sure
Jimin saw everything. Stepping into the shower, you tried to ignore everything
that happened. As you washed yourself you thought of your behavior tonight.
Were you flirting with him? If so it was completely unintentional or at least
you didn’t realize you were doing it and you hoped Jimin didn’t take it the
wrong way. But suddenly the thought of seriously flirting with him didn’t
repulse you, and that scared you. How could you think of your best friend like
that? You shook those thoughts away immediately. He probably didn’t think
tonight was that big of a deal so you shouldn’t worry about it too much. Like
Jimin did with most embarrassing things, you would just brush it off.
Park Jimin was having a meltdown.
Literally. His face was so hot and red he thought it would melt right off. What
was happening to him? Why was he so upset over this? He tried to figure out
everything that was going through his head, but his body was being flooded with
hormones. All night he had been trying to ignore it. He had pushed down his
feelings for you since Day 1 when you put him in the friend zone and he was
doing a pretty good job at moving on. How could all of those feelings that he
thought he erased suddenly resurface in just one night? You must be doing this
on purpose. From the moment he saw you in that dress, he knew he was doomed,
but he put up a valiant effort. You had on his favorite color, minimal makeup,
and that faint scent of perfume that he adored so much. The way you danced at
the club and stayed so close to him was a tease and he had to look deep inside
himself to find the self control not to touch you. Your comment about sucking
his dick and the fact that you thought he was sexy did not go unnoticed and it
was surely a test to see his reaction. And when that guy came over to you and
said he wanted to bend you over, Jimin couldn’t stop his mind from imagining
himself doing that exact thing, having you moaning his name as he took you right
then and there in front of all those people. Seeing you practically naked was
the tipping point for him and he didn’t know how much more he would be able to
A hand dragged through his hair as
he tried to calm down. Jimin knew you and you wouldn’t do anything like that on
purpose. He was probably just overreacting and he felt bad for that. You had
just gotten out of a relationship and you needed someone who would be there for
you, not someone who was glad that things ended poorly because he secretly
hoped he would have a chance. It was a long shot and you were not looking for
that at the moment. You would probably feel betrayed if you found out your best
friend had inappropriate thoughts about you. Gathering himself, Jimin sighed
and swallowed everything that he was feeling. He mentally apologized for even
thinking of you that way.
After you finished your shower,
you were faced with another dilemma. What on earth were you going to wear? The
shirt Jimin gave you was adequate enough as a top, but you didn’t have anything
to wear under it. You hated the idea of wearing that uncomfortable thong to
bed, but going commando was out of the question. You rummaged through your
purse for anything that could possibly help you. Miraculously, you found an extra
pair of emergency underwear at the bottom of it that you always kept. It was
for if there was ever an “accident” of some sort or if your panties
ever got ruined and went missing after a suspicious visit to a nearby bathroom
or closet with your now ex. You thanked your past self for forgetting to take
them out and quickly slipped them on. It didn’t matter that you weren’t wearing
shorts underneath because the shirt would have covered them up anyway.
Jimin rushed into the bathroom
once you came out and quickly shut the door. You would never know that it was
because he didn’t want you to see his boner. When he came out after a cold
shower, he found you already under the covers, arms sticking out so you could
watch something on your phone. You didn’t even look up when he entered the room
and walked around. Not even when he slid into the bed next to you did you
acknowledge his presence and he assumed you were either upset or embarrassed.
He was quickly proven wrong as the video you were watching ended and you turned
your body toward him.
“You going to sleep?”
You asked. You said it as if everything was fine, so it was. Clearly you
weren’t upset with him. He could relax.
“Not yet.” He turned his
head to you to see that you had placed your phone down on the bedside table and
now had your full attention on him. “Why?”
“I almost fought her,”
You blurt out and his eyebrows rise ever so slightly. “My ex’s side piece
I mean.” It didn’t take long for Jimin to figure out the context of the
conversation and he was quick to signal you to continue. It wasn’t often that
you opened up about things like this so he didn’t want to miss the opportunity
to get the whole story. “I would tell you everything that was said but
that might take awhile.”
“We have time.” He was
not going to let this moment pass.
“Where do I start?” You
groan, shifting in your spot to get comfortable. He did the same and turned his
body toward you, preparing himself to hear your story; it would probably be a
“Start wherever you want. The
beginning, how you started your day that day, when she came up to you,
anywhere.” With a sigh you begin.
“I guess I’ll start from
about a month back.” You told him all the ins and outs of your
relationship, the small details that he didn’t know, the things you were
feeling throughout this time and your thoughts now that you had insight into
everything. In hindsight, the signs of cheating were clear, you were just in
denial. You told him that every time someone would ask where he was, Hani would
give you a look, as if she knew what was happening or at least figured it out.
Jimin listened with an open ear and a closed mouth as you spilled your guts
about how you liked him and wanted things to work out but that you didn’t
really see a future with him. You said that since there was nothing past dating
for you and you knew it, that you wasted his time too and you played a bigger
role in this breakup than just being the victim.
“Don’t say that. He played
you. You can’t blame yourself for any of this because even though you felt that
way, you tried for him and gave him an effort when nothing you did was
“Jimin, I’ve thought about
this from every prospective; I’m not 100% innocent in any of this.”
“Yes you are.” His voice
was firm but low. “Because you didn’t cheat. And even if the relationship
was falling apart, he did all of the damage.”
You were thankful for his words
and you forced yourself to believe him. You saw his point, but there was still
a bit of guilt in the back of your mind. Maybe if you had been different he
wouldn’t have felt the need to cheat? Maybe if you had broken things off when
you realized you were driving a dead end street, you would have avoided this
“We were supposed to go on a
date that day, it was rare that he would do something romantic like that, but I
didn’t question it. When we got to the park he refused to hold my hand; he said
he hated PDA. Now that I think about it, he probably just didn’t want any of
his side pieces to see us together like that. I imagine he kept them in the
dark about us. His efforts were pointless because about 5 minutes into the
date, this bitch in heels comes stomping up to us. Who the fuck even wears
heels to the park? Did she know we were going to be there? Does she have a
tracker on him? I don’t know.”
Jimin laughs at your commentary
and it lightens your mood slightly. It keeps you from getting angry all over
again. You take a breath and continue.
“So this girl– we’ll call
her Candy because she looked like a stripper– so Candy comes up to us and she
starts yelling at him like I’m not even standing there. I really don’t know
what she was saying because her voice was too annoying for me to focus on
anything. Then she turns to me and says 'He doesn’t want you, he’s with me now.
He should have told you this a long time ago.’ And I look at him and he doesn’t
say anything! At this point I’m piecing it all together. At first I was like
"he can’t be cheating on me with this hoe”, but then everything
starts making sense from the past month and the reality hits me.“
"He didn’t say
“Hold on I’m getting to that.
So I pull him to the side for a somewhat private argument because I don’t want
that bitch in our business and, frankly, her presence was annoying me.
Basically he tells me that he "lost interest” in me and that he was
going to break up with me soon.“
"If he felt that way then why
the hell did he wait so long and why did he even bother to take you on a
“EXACTLY! That’s what I said
then he compared me to a dog.”
“He called you a
bitch?!” Anger flared in Jimin’s eyes for a moment, but you were quick to
“No, he compared me to a lost
puppy and said that he would feel bad if he shooed me away. He also said that I
worried too much and was too overprotective and that there was a "line of
women” waiting to get a piece of him.“ Jimin scoffed. You hold out
your hand. "But it gets better. Now this part is kind of on me, I should
have just left then but I couldn’t help myself.”
“Oh God, what did you
“I didn’t necessarily do
anything wrong, I just stated facts that Candy got upset about. I told him not to
set high standards because he might lose interest in her too quickly.”
“And… I may or may not have
called her a side chick. In my defense, that is the truth and she shouldn’t be
mad at me for just stating an observation. I think my exact words were
"you’ve never been the main of anything in your entire life” and that
set her off.“
You let Jimin get his giggles out,
complementing you on your comeback. When he settled down, you told the climax
of your story.
"Apparently that struck a
nerve in her because Candy the Hooker got brave and decided to slap me in the
face.” The anger bubbled up in Jimin again and you were thankful that he
cared that much. “This was the moment that time froze for me. I was faced
with two choices: Pop those fake boobs of hers and drag her ass until the cops
come, or walk away.”
“Since you’re not in jail,
I’m assuming you chose to walk?”
“Actually I’m on the run from
the authorities, thanks for letting me crash here.” He looked concerned
for a moment and you laughed. “Nah I’m just kidding. But walking away was
the hardest choice of my life. I was tempted to just give her a quick sucker
punch: a hit and run, but I decided against it and let her off with a warning.
I should have taken the shot when I had it.” You said, shaking your head.
“Do you want me to find them
and beat them up?” Jimin asked playfully, but you knew he would if that
was what you really wanted.
“No. For the same reasons I
didn’t; they aren’t worth it. Going to jail for them shows that I care and they
aren’t important enough for my time and energy. As long as I never see them
again, I think I’m okay.” You rest your head on the pillow and stare at
Jimin, who is mentally reviewing the story. You study his face from your angle
and realize how perfectly beautiful he is. Butterflies flutter in your stomach
and you don’t know why. You chose to ignore them.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I’m very sure, now let’s
go to sleep, I have a headache.” With one more hard look for confirmation,
Jimin gets up and flicks the light switch, engulfing the room in darkness aside
for the moonlight streaming in through the windows.
Sleep finds you quicker than you
anticipate and before you drift off, you roll over, instantly feeling strong
arms wrap around your middle comfortably. You realize just how long it’s been
since he’s been able to hold you like this. He’s a cuddler, you’re used to
being the little spoon.
As he held on to you, watching you
sleep, Jimin became restless. All the information you had told him didn’t add
up in his mind. How could anyone possibly be unsatisfied with you? You seemed
like the perfect girlfriend; you were kind, passionate, caring, and you could
stand up for yourself and others if needed. Not to mention you were gorgeous.
How could someone be so disrespectful to you, who cared for and loved him so
much? How could someone throw that away? There was a shadow of a thought hidden
in the back of his mind, fueling the anger he suppressed. It told him to find
your ex and beat some sense into him, but he knew that wasn’t what you wanted.
He wasn’t worth it. Jimin looked at the back of your head and determined that
you were sound asleep. There were a few things he needed to get off of his
chest and now felt like the perfect time to do it.
“I know you’re asleep and
probably can’t hear me, but there’s so much I need to tell you.” He
whispered, voice calm and low, careful not to disturb your peace.
“Firstly, I’m sorry you had to go through that break up. He didn’t deserve
you and you didn’t deserve the way he treated you. He shouldn’t have been able
to give you half effort when you gave him your all.”
You were unsure of how long you
had been asleep, but you were awakened by soft words being whispered into your
hair. The grip around your waist had gotten tighter and you could feel your
back molded into Jimin’s firm body. You soon noticed that Jimin was speaking.
Was he talking to you?
“But I can’t say I’m not
happy that you’re single now. Not only because I hated your boyfriend, but because
I love having your attention. I know it sounds selfish but you’re so beautiful
and so loving and it’s an honor just to be around you and to be your best
friend. I bet you didn’t know this but for the longest time I wanted to be your
boyfriend.” You felt your cheeks heat up at his confession but you stayed
still. “I know you probably think it would be disgusting to date me, so I
keep it to myself. I push those thoughts away to be a good friend for you when
you need me. Tonight was a little hard for me though. You looked stunning and I
couldn’t keep my eyes off of you, especially when your dress fell down.”
He paused. “That’s a little creepy I probably shouldn’t have said
that.” You fought the urge to laugh so you could listen to what else he
had to say. “We always talk about Tae and Hani getting together and it
makes me think about us. Would it be so crazy if we got together? Everyone
already thinks we’re dating anyway. If I was your boyfriend I would never do
anything as stupid as cheat on you. I would never make you cry and would only
be supportive. You already have all of my attention and you would only get more
of my love. I would buy you anything you wanted and would make sure you were
taken care of because that’s what you deserve and I want to give you the world.
I would love you forever. The only problem is you I guess. I understand that my
feelings aren’t reciprocated, but that doesn’t do anything for my imagination.
Oh, if you only knew what kinds of thoughts run through my head every time I
see you. I’m sure we wouldn’t be friends if I told you half the things I think
about doing to you at night. I wish you felt the same way… And I’m sorry for
thinking about all of this when you’re still struggling through a break up,
that’s a little insensitive of me; from now on I’ll just focus on comforting
you and making you happy. Even though I can’t show it in the way that I want,
I’m still going to try my best for you everyday because I love you.” At
the end he kissed you gently on the top of your head and you felt like you were
going to explode.
Your heart was beating so loud you
thought he might be able to hear it. Jimin loves me? You didn’t know what to
do. Should you just lay there and pretend like you didn’t hear him, going on
like this for the rest of your life? Should you say something? What if he gets
embarrassed and can never face you again? And if you were to say something,
what would it be? You thought for a moment, feeling Jimin’s body relax behind
you. He was probably falling asleep. Shit. You had to think fast. On one hand,
you were flattered that he felt that way and wanted to try dating him because
you finally realized your attraction to him and how good you guys would be
together. On the other, you didn’t like change and kind of hoped that things
would stay the same between you two forever. What if you broke up? Would he
still be your best friend? You doubted it. But he had just poured his heart out
to you– even though he didn’t know you were listening– and you would be
foolish not to do anything about it. You decided to do something risky, maybe
even a little stupid; you turned around. If you were going to say something,
you would be as straightforward as possible and would act with no regrets.
When you turned to face him, your
eyes were still closed. Jimin held his breath as his eyes shot open to inspect
your face. When your eyelids began to crack open, his heart stopped beating.
Did you hear? He could only wait to see what you did.
“It wouldn’t be crazy at
all.” You say after a few moments of dense silence and he grows pale. So
you did hear.
“It wouldn’t be crazy if we
dated. And no, the thought doesn’t disgust me; it actually sounds quite
“What are you saying?”
He gulps nervously, trying to wrap his mind around what you meant because you
couldn’t possibly be saying what he thinks you’re saying.
“I’m saying,” You scoot
impossibly closer to him, a centimeter away from his face. “I wouldn’t
mind being your girlfriend.” You were tempted to say “I love you
too” but you weren’t ready for that yet. The wounds from your break up
were still fresh and it felt wrong to admit that to someone so soon, even if it
was true. Even if it was Jimin. He didn’t know what to say or do so you made
the next move and leaned in, planting your lips on his. As soon as they
connected he responded, pulling your body into his and kissing you
passionately. Somewhere along the line his hand made it to your hair, holding
your head in place as he deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue past your
parted lips. He couldn’t believe this was happening. You were making out with
him in his bed. And you said you wanted to be his girlfriend. This had to be a
He pulled away first, reluctantly,
and stared at you for a long moment, allowing his eyes to adjust in the
darkness. You looked like an angel in the moonlight and it was killing him.
Little did he know, he looked even better in your eyes.
“Well that escalated
quickly.” He breathed, biting his lip as the taste of your mouth lingered
on his tongue. You were a much better kisser than he imagined. Your hand ran up
his back and shoulder to travel across his neck and rest on his jawline. Your
thumb played with his lips as you spoke.
“What do you think about
doing to me at night? I’m curious to know.” Your voice was suddenly very
seductive and playful and you didn’t know where all of this was coming from.
You decided to roll with it. There was a bit of hesitation on his part, but
eventually he spoke up. You assumed it was because he thought you might be
offended by what he was about to tell you.
“You really want to
know?” You nodded. “I dream about fucking you in every position I can
think of. There are so many things I want to try with you it’s driving me
insane. And I know how flexible you are so I can’t help but imagine all the
ways you can bend for me.” The way Jimin was looking at you made you feel
naked, but for once, you didn’t mind. He was undressing you with his eyes, and
from what he saw earlier, he probably had a pretty vivid picture of what you
“I don’t know about the being
bent in half part, but you can do whatever you want to me.” You said this
with confidence. You trusted Jimin with your life so you weren’t worried about
what he would do. The more you thought about him fucking you into the mattress
or possibly being kinky, the hotter you got. Your panties were probably already
He took your words as an
invitation to your body and didn’t waste any time getting started. Your ex was
the only person you had fucked in almost two years. The last time you had had
satisfying sex, however, was over two months ago. Somewhere during that time,
he had stopped caring about pleasing you and became selfish in bed, only
focusing on himself and leaving you to take care of your own orgasm afterwards.
Somehow you knew that Jimin would be different.
He hopped from the bed and turned
on the lights again, allowing you to see that he had already discarded his
shirt on the way there.
“I want to be able to see how
beautiful you are.”
You slipped your panties off from
under your oversized shirt and threw them onto the floor, smiling when Jimin
came back to hover over you. He pulled the sheets away from your body and
fiddled with the hem of the shirt, fingers dancing lightly over the skin on
“May I do the honors?”
You guessed it was more of a rhetorical question because he did it anyway
before you could get any words out. He slowly pulled the fabric up, allowing
you time to arch your back so he could move it higher, and when he got to the
bottom of your breasts, he stopped. “Arms up.”
You followed his instructions,
noticing how deep and sharp his voice became, wondering if he was going to be
ordering you around like that the rest of the night. Not that you minded at
all. In one quick swoop, Jimin snatched the shirt over your head and threw it
off the bed. His eyes were transfixed on the way your breasts jumped at the
sudden movement and jiggled for a moment. His mouth practically watered at the
sight and suddenly he was overcome by the need to explore them. Before you knew
it, his mouth was engulfing one of your hardened buds, tongue flicking over it
once, twice, making you suppress a groan as your back arched into his touch.
Jimin’s nimble fingers played with
your nipple on the other side and groped your breast gently, causing another
moan to bubble in your throat. He noticed how you strained to keep quiet and
released your flesh from his mouth with a loud suction noise.
“You don’t need to be quiet,
I always imagined you moaning and screaming my name.” He planted kisses on
the other breast that travelled down your abdomen, kissing every inch of skin
along the way, occasionally stopping to suck light marks. “I’ve heard you
scream before…” He continued worshiping your body and you never thought
it would feel so good. Your ex never took time to do things like this.
“I’ve heard you scream so loud at a concert that you lost your
voice…” He stops to give you a hickey on your hip bone, to which you
groan. “And ever since then I couldn’t stop thinking about if you lost
your voice screaming for me.” The last words were whispered as Jimin
spread your legs and pecked the inside of your thigh, his tongue peeking out to
tease you. A shaky sigh left your lips as you took in the sight in front of
you. Your best friend was now sitting between your legs staring at your bare
core, giving you hickies on the inside of your thighs as he inched toward where
you wanted him.
“Aren’t you going to take off
your pants?” You manage to get out, eyes staring intently at the bulge in
his pajama shorts as if you would suddenly be able to see through them. Somehow
that took priority over what he was about to do to you. You bit your lip in
anticipation as he sat up on his knees and yanked his shorts and boxers down
impatiently, his cock springing up to slap against his taut lower abdomen. It
felt like the wind was knocked out of your lungs as you gazed at him. Jimin was
more fit that you remembered. Sure he goes to the gym practically every day,
but you had never seen his body like this. Is @this what he’s been hiding under
all of those baggy sweaters and boyfriend hoodies? He truly looked like a god.
The muscles in his arms and pecks flexed with almost every movement he made and
you wondered how you had just noticed them. His chocolate abs were complimented
perfectly by his honey skin that looked so soft on top of his tense muscles.
His thighs were always on display no matter what he wore but they looked even
better uncovered. Your eyes trailed down to the deep crests of his V line that
led you to the most shocking sight of all. His erection stood tall against him,
veins protruding along the length of it, making it so hard that it almost
curled with arousal. Honestly, you didn’t expect Jimin to be this big. Based on
his fingers and feet, you assumed that he was pretty average sized, but he was
bigger than your definition of “average”. His member wasn’t the
longest you had seen, but what it lacked in length, it made up for in
thickness. The girth of his penis was surprising to you and a pang of
nervousness shot through you. It’s a cliche question but you truly wondered,
would it be able to fit? He was definitely going to stretch you out.
“Are you okay?” He
asked, snapping you out of your trance as he threw his clothes to the side and
came back down to hover over you. Your eyes were still locked on his lower half
and he looked down at himself as though to see what you were looking at.
“What? Were you not expecting this?” Instead of sounding cocky like
you thought he would, he sounded slightly concerned, teeth nibbling nervously
on his bottom lip. You realized your silence was making him feel uneasy.
“Well, no. Fuck.” His
eyes grew wide for a moment and even though he looked like a sex god, you
couldn’t help but find him cute. “I’m… impressed. You’re way bigger than
what I’m used to, are you sure it’s gonna fit?” It was hard for you not to
think about how guys were able to hide their dicks in their pants. Did they
tuck them away somewhere? It was amazing to you how he was this big and you had
never seen any sign of it, even when he wore tight pants. You came to a
conclusion: guys are magicians.
Jimin seemed to beam at your
praise, his confidence returning when he heard your concern. He smiled and bent
down to peck you softly, effectively calming your nerves. “Don’t worry,
I’ll be gentle, I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to prepare you
well.” You trusted him so you nodded, heart beat relaxing slightly when
you were reassured.
He wasted no time as he climbed
back down your body, head once again between your legs, mouth oh so close to
where you wanted it. The slight movement of your hips was enough to make him
dip down and lick at your core, tasting how wet you were for him. He hummed and
licked you again, this time slower as he dipped his tongue into your entrance a
little to collect your leaking juices. Your throbbing clit was only teased with
three fleeting flicks before the warmth of his head was gone again. You groan
“You’re not going to eat me
out?” You couldn’t help the disappointment in your tone.
“Nope. I have other
plans.” Jimin moves to your side and leans on his elbow by your head. He
slips one hand down your body and shoves a finger into you without warning,
causing you to moan loudly, your sweet voice music to his ears. “But you
like this too, don’t you?” He comments, adding in a second finger after a
few short pumps. You were so wet his fingers slid right in. “Fuck (Y/n),
are you clenching around me? You’re so fucking tight.”
All you could do was moan in
response because you honestly didn’t have any words for him. Before tonight you
had never really thought about him in a sexual way– ok maybe once or twice–
but you definitely didn’t see yourself ever doing anything sexual with him, and
now he had two fingers shoved deep inside of you, commenting on how tight you
were. And you loved every second of it.
“Do you know you’re
beautiful? Gorgeous actually.” Jimin whispered while staring at your face.
You turn to look at him and immediately lock eyes, his stare heating you from
the inside out. There was so much love in the way he looked at you that you
felt yourself blush. Or maybe it was lust that you saw. “I’m not sure if
your ex ever told you that, but I think it every time I look at you.”
He pressed his lips to yours shyly
and you found it sweet how he could be so bashful with you even in a situation
like this. How could you not realize that he felt this way about you for so
long? His fingers explored the inside of your cavern, searching for something,
wiggling and prodding at your walls until you gasped and grabbed his wrist. A
thin smile crossed Jimin’s plump lips as he curled his fingers into the spot,
observing the way your back curved at the feeling. A sense of accomplishment
filled his chest as he worked at your g-spot with a consistent pace, amusement
in his eyes as you moaned his name and squeezed his arm.
“Jimin, that feels so
good.” You whine when he runs his thumb over your nub in pace with his
fingers. A familiar warmth grew in the pit of your stomach and you almost
wanted to fight it. There was no way he was that good. You couldn’t possibly
be this close to coming already. Hot lips found your neck and you groaned at
the sensation of him sucking on your tender skin. The way your walls begin to
contract around him alerts Jimin to how close you are.
“Are you close? Can you cum
for me?” He asks, voice almost teasing as he adds more pressure on your
clit and pushes his fingers into you harder. Your eyes flick to his body laying
next to yours, your eyes finding his cock, neglected and pink, patiently
waiting to be put to use. The thought of it being inside you pushed you closer
to your rapidly approaching orgasm and you bit your lip as you tried to imagine
what it would feel like. It seemed much bigger than the fingers that were
lodged in your entrance. Jimin must have thought the same thing because before
you knew it, he was pushing a third finger in alongside the others. The way
they stretched you had you gasping for air and bucking your hips up into his
hand. He twisted his wrist as he moved in and out, biting his lip, thinking
about how close he was to finally fucking you.
Your furrowed eyebrows and tightly
closed eyes made it look like you were in pain but your moans let him know that
you were feeling nothing but pure bliss. It was amazing to you how good he was
at this. From what you knew, Jimin didn’t sleep around often, but his skills
told you that he had a lot of experience. Anticipation built within you as you
thought about how his hips moved on the dance floor, your heart pounding as you
imagined how he would be able to use them to pleasure you. Your walls began to
clench around his fingers when he bent down to take one of your nipples in his
mouth again, the heat shooting straight down to your core. The butterflies were
going wild in the pit of your stomach and you could feel that you wouldn’t last
“Mmm I-I’m close, fuck.”
You whimper as he pushes his fingers harder into you. The wet sounds that fill
your ears drives Jimin crazy and only makes him go faster, caressing your spot
endlessly, desperate to push you to your high. “I’m cumming, I’m
cumming!” You rush. Soon enough, your body tightens up all at once and
rippling waves of pleasure shake you as his thumb continues to work at your
swollen bud. Instinctively, your legs curl upwards and you try to clamp your
thighs around his hand, body becoming sensitive as he keeps his steady
movements. You peek open your eyes barely enough to see the look on Jimin’s
face. It’s a look of amazement and disbelief, as if he had just witnessed a
miracle, soaking in the fact that he had just watched you cum around his
fingers, that your pleasure was all because of him.
You push his hand away eventually
when you can’t take it anymore and he snaps out of his trance. He’s sweating
and breathing just as heavily as you are.
“Wow,” Without a
moment’s hesitation, he shoots up and reaches over you to dig in his
nightstand. He retracts his hand holding a foil package and your eyes light up
once you realize what was about to happen. He was about to fuck you. Were you
ready for this? Were you sure you wanted this? Is he just your rebound? No, no,
no, absolutely not. You were disgusted by your last thought as you quickly
shake it away, your heart arguing with your brain that you actually do have
feelings for your best friend and aren’t just doing this in the spur of the
moment. You stop him before he rips the package.
“I’m on the pill.”
Jimin sighs in relief but looks at
you. He didn’t really care all that much at this point, he just wanted to be
inside of you, but he also wanted to make sure you were sure. He knew that he
wouldn’t be able to control himself once he was close so he needed know you
trusted your decision before things got started. With a final, more confident
nod, you gave him permission to proceed and he placed the condom to the side
before hovering over you. He looked in your eyes as he lined himself up with
your entrance, teasing your slit with his engorged tip, pulling a gasp from
you. You rolled your hips when he slid himself between your folds, grazing over
your already sensitive clit with his hot skin, sending shivers down your body.
He smiled at you as he repeated this a few times, getting a reaction from you
with every movement he made.
“Jimin~!” You whined,
not being able to handle his teasing any longer. He silenced you by slapping
his length against your dripping core, causing you to whimper and flinch.
Finally, he decided to give into his desire and give you what you both wanted.
With a reassuring smirk, he placed his tip against your slit and let your
juices lubricate him, taking advantage of your post-orgasm wetness. Slowly, he
pushed himself all the way in, watching you for any signs of discomfort as he
struggled to keep his body under control. There was little resistance as he
slid inside of you, the stretch feeling more amazing than you could have
imagined. Jimin held eye contact with you the entire time, watching to see your
reactions as you both moaned at the feeling, the intimacy making your heart
flutter and face heat up.
“Oh fuck, (Y/n),” He
moaned when he was fully sheathed inside, gentle hands rubbing soothingly up
your sides. “How are you still so fucking tight?” Jimin pulled out
until only his tip was connected to you, before pushing himself back in with a
grunt. You moaned as he moved with shallow thrusts, testing the waters to make
sure you were fully adjusted. He bent down to capture your lips, nipping at the
flesh as he took his time getting used to the sensation of you wrapping around
him like a warm velvety blanket. The way he was gently fucking you felt good,
but you both craved more. The shakiness of his breaths told you that he was
holding back and that was exactly what you didn’t want him to do, so you bucked
up into him harshly to let him know what you wanted. He stuttered for a moment,
looking into your expectant eyes as you raised your brows at him. With one more
gentle thrust, he adjusted himself and let go of all restraint.
Building up a fast pace almost
immediately, he moved your legs so they were up in the air, his hips smacking
into the back of your thighs with each thrust. He leaned back on his haunches
and threw your legs over his shoulders, grabbing a tight hold on your waist.
The look on his face sent shockwaves through your body. He looked like he was
in paradise as he watched himself disappear in and out of your dripping
“Jimin, you’re so big,”
You whimpered as he dared to go deeper. The sensation of his member was
different from what you were used to, but you had to admit, it felt a whole lot
better than when you were with your ex. He continued to stare at you as he bit
down on his bottom lip, a ocean of emotions crashing down on him. He couldn’t
believe that this was real, but just in case it wasn’t or if somehow you would
regret this in the morning, he would make the most out of the opportunity and
enjoy every second. You threw your head back when his hand made contact with
your ass, the slapping noise resonating within the confines of his room. Your
walls tightened unconsciously around him and he almost came right then from the
“Oh shit, (Y/n), don’t do
that or I’m gonna cum. I want this to last…” He whispered, fingers
digging into your sides. He slowed down the pace a bit but he still shook you
every time he plunged into you.
“I c-can’t help it, you feel
so good.” You stuttered out, thoughts already leaving you. He grinned at
the expression on your face, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut in bliss. One
of his hands snaked down between your legs, running the pads of his fingertips
along your clit, teasing you with light touches. The other hand ran along the
length of your torso to pinch at your nipples. Taking one of your breasts into
his warm palm, he massaged you as he began to accelerate the pace of his hips
again. You moaned as you felt him on all of your sensitive areas, knowing that
he was watching your every move with darkened eyes.
The sound of his skin slapping
against yours resonated throughout the room, mixing with his soft groans and
your whimpers. The feeling of him inside of you was electric and when he
crossed your legs in one hand, he seemed to get bigger, filling you up heavily
with the added tightness. And when he slowed his pace to rotate and grind his
hips against you, you couldn’t stop moaning his name. He reveled in the sound
of his name on your lips, pushing him to squeeze your breasts harder and thrust
into you faster.
“You like this, baby
girl?” He asked, a sinful smirk painted on his lips as he eyes you with a
lustful gaze. “You like the way I fuck you?” A side of him that you
had never seen before was revealing itself to you. He looked dangerously sexy
and the more he got carried away in the feeling of you, the more dirty words
spewed from his luscious lips.
“Mhmm,” You nod, lacking
the oxygen and words to form a proper reply.
“Let me hear you say it, baby
girl. Or should I stop?” He teased and you protested in an outburst, eyes
shooting open to look at him pleadingly.
“No!! Don’t stop baby, I
fucking love it.” Hearing the words fall from your mouth, Jimin thrusted
harder into you, causing you to moan out.
“Has he ever made you feel
this good? Has he ever treated your pussy right?” Jimin asks, dropping
your legs so he can lean over you to look you in the eye.
“…Who?” If you were
being completely honest, you had no idea who he was referring to. All thoughts
of your ex boyfriend had been replaced the moment Jimin entered you and now all
you could think about was being wrapped in his embrace. He chuckled, taking
your reply as an answer to his questions. One hand slid down your side, down
your ass to your thigh, and lifted it to wrap around his slim waist while his
other hand found yours and intertwined your fingers. He used his nose to nudge
the sweaty hair from your neck before leaning down and littering it with kisses
“You deserve so much better
than him. You should be treated like royalty.” He whispered huskily as he
nibbled on your earlobe. The deep sound sent shivers down your spine as you
panted in his ear, giving his hand a squeeze as he hit new depths inside you.
Jimin was possessive, you knew this, but you never thought he would be this
possessive over you specifically. The way his voice lowered and how his body
trapped you underneath him, told you that he wanted you all to himself, that he
wanted to be the one to treat you right. You couldn’t deny it though, this side
of him was turning you on beyond belief, as if you weren’t already dripping
The rolling motion of his hips
against you was heavenly. With his body pressed so tightly against yours, you
could feel his every movement, every muscle flexing as he fucked you deep and
hard. His pelvis rubbed your clit nicely and the sensation made your toes curl,
a hand flying to grip his hair. Wet lips sucked on the sensitive skin of your
neck, just below your ear, until he couldn’t take it anymore and lifted his
head to satisfy his hunger for your mouth. Jimin slipped his tongue past your
lips almost immediately, moaning at your taste. The feeling of his mouth on
yours and his hand kneading and smacking the flesh of your ass was almost too
much for you and you felt the knot in your lower belly start to tighten again.
“H-harder Jimin,” You
moan onto his lips, eliciting a deep growl from his throat as he pulled away.
He moved your leg from his waist and held it out to the side, pushing himself
off of his elbows and onto his hands for leverage to pound into you. The
headboard hit the wall each time he rocked into you, adding to the cacophony of
noises filling the room. Skin slapping, sweat dripping, you were a mess of
bodies tangled on his bed sheets. He enjoyed the way your breasts jumped with
the force of every slam of his hips and how you bit down on your lips to stop
yourself from screaming. Suddenly he was pulled into a trance, studying your
body as it reacted strongly to everything he did, the sight of pleasuring you
way more satisfying than even his most vivid fantasies of you.
“Fuck, baby girl, you feel
amazing.” Jimin moved his grip to your hips and lifted them off the bed as
he rose to his knees. There was little time for you to adjust before he was
slamming into you at full speed, fingers wound tightly into the sheets, moans
going up in both pitch and volume. He was panting above you, sweat cascading
down his long neck and sculpted torso as he concentrated on pleasuring you.
“Ah~ Jimin, like that!”
You barely had enough breath to whine out the words, his cock stealing the air
right out of your lungs. The angle that your hips were at allowed him to
deliver mind blowing pleasure every time he inserted himself back into you, his
fingers digging bruises into your hips to keep you in place. The sounds he was
making only drove you closer to the edge, his loud moans and grunts of your
name making you clench even tighter around his throbbing member.
“Shit, (Y/n), I can feel you
pulsing. You gonna cum again?” He asked, a small smirk spreading across
his lips. You moan out something close to a yes and you can see the way his jaw
clenches at how sexy you sound. “Tell me: who’s making you feel so
“You Jimin, I fucking love
your cock!!” He hummed in approval and rewarded you with an extra hard
thrust. You wouldn’t even be able to imagine how many times he’s dreamed of
hearing you saying that.
“That’s right,” He
growled. “I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.” He
breathed between pants.
“Oh God, I’m g-gonna–”
You trailed off as you completely lost your train of thought. He was pounding
into you mercilessly and you felt like you could explode at any moment. All
that was leaving you were helpless moans of Jimin’s name as you chased after
your second high. At some point your hand traveled between your legs and now
found your clit, working at it feverishly. Jimin groaned at the sight.
“Go 'head baby, cum on my
cock. Let me feel you.” He encouraged as your fingers worked faster. His
hands lowered you slightly to accommodate your trembling limbs and the new
angle sent you flying over the edge with a loud whine of his name. Your walls
squeezed him hard and he almost doubled over at the feeling, your fluttering
walls dragging him deeper into the depths of bliss. He slowed down slightly for
you as you shook violently, vision blurring in the blinding wall of ecstasy,
and you weren’t sure if you were breathing anymore; hell, you didn’t care. When
you couldn’t take it any more, Jimin pulled out and dropped your hips.
“Your mouth,” He sounded
frantic as he gripped his dick and pumped it harshly, waiting for you to
scramble onto your wobbly knees in front of him. You looked up at his face and
took his tip into your mouth, causing a moan to rip from his throat. His hand
movements got faster as you used the tip of your tongue to tease his head,
licking over the slit lightly and circling around it before taking it between
“(Y/n),” He strained.
“C-can I cum in your mouth?” As soon as you nodded his muscles
tightened up, his veiny hand pulling out his release with every stroke. The
white liquid spurted out onto your tongue and you opened your mouth to let him
see the view. Jimin grunted your name as he came undone, groaning when your
mouth wrapped around him again to suck every last drop from him. He removed his
hand and you gave him a couple of deep sucks before you released him from your mouth,
a trail of saliva and semen connecting your lips and his tip. With one big
gulp, you swallowed everything he had given you and stuck out your tongue to
show him the evidence.
“Mmm,” You hummed as he
came down to kiss you.
“Why are you so fucking hot?”
He groaned as he plopped down on the bed, pulling you on top of his chest.
You sat in silence for a while,
letting the reality of what you had just done sink in. You and your best friend
just fucked. What did that mean? You hoped it was something good. Jimin was the
first one to break the silence.
“Please say something.”
“What am I supposed to
“I don’t know, just,
something.” He sighed. “We just fucked, (Y/n). There has to be a
million things running through your head right now.”
You didn’t say anything for a
minute, feeling his heart rate go up as you held him in suspense. “I just
don’t want things to be awkward between us.”
“It’s only awkward if you
make it awkward.” You look up at him. “You already know how I feel, I
just want to know how you feel; If this was a mistake.” He looks away from
you and your hand comes up to his cheek.
“No. What we just did was not a mistake.” His gaze falls back on you. “You just gave me the
best orgasms I’ve ever had and made me feel more loved than I’ve ever felt the
entire time I’ve been with my ex. You did nothing wrong.” You smiled up at
him and he returned it easily. You wondered how he was so effortlessly perfect
and why you had never realized it until today.
“I can make you feel like
that every day if you want.” The flirtatiousness in his voice made you
giggle and blush, but you’d take him up on that offer any day.
“I thought you said you
didn’t do friends with benefits situations?”
“I don’t, I want you to be my
girlfriend, not my fuck buddy silly.” He laughs and you feel your heart
skip a beat at the thought.
“And I want you to be my
boyfriend.” You, becoming Park Jimin’s girlfriend. Dating your best friend
that you’ve probably been in love with forever. It felt good thinking about it.
“You don’t know how long I’ve
waited to hear those words.” He beams, closing his eyes as your words echo
in his mind. “Every time I saw you, I imagined myself as your boyfriend.
Holding your hand, telling you how much I love you, going on dates, taking you
home afterwards…” You roll your eyes. “I was so jealous of that
asshole because he had you and he treated you like you were less than your
worth. You deserved better, someone who can make you happy.”
“Why do you keep saying
“Because it’s true! And I can
be that better person. I can be the person that makes you happy and supports
you; I’ve been doing it for years. I just want you to accept that I love you;
more than just a friend. And I don’t want you to regret this.”
“Jimin, the only thing I
regret is not realizing this sooner. And considering I’m still laying in your
bed naked, I think it’s safe to say that I’m okay with this whole thing. More
than okay.” You trace a finger down his chest and it gives him goosebumps.
“So… are we dating
“Yes.” You laugh.
“And in case it’s still unclear, I love you too.”
Reaching up, you plant a kiss on
his lips to seal the deal and he gladly reciprocates it, relishing in the
comforting feeling of your lips on his. “I love you a thousand times
“Shut up.” He laughs.
You roll off of him so he can get
up and turn off the lights, realizing that it was way past your bedtime and
actually almost morning. He comes back and pulls the sheets over your bodies,
allowing you to cuddle into the warmth his side.
“Oh God, what are we going to
tell the others?” You groan, thinking of all the teasing you’ll get from
your friends later, especially Hani.
“Well, you can tell them how
big you think my dick is and I’ll tell them about how I made you scream my
name.” Jimin grinned through the darkness, giggling when you hit him on
the chest. “What’s wrong with telling them we’re dating?”
“It’s not that, I just don’t
feel like being teased about all the hickies you left on me.” You
“I can give you more if you
want.” Before you knew it, Jimin’s lips were on you again leaving playful
marks for the whole world to see while you laughed along, enjoying his company,
feeling truly loved for the first time in a while as he held you in his arms.
A/N: Ya girl just finished her
first month of senior year and things were a little crazy for a while. Since I
never really had a schedule in the first place, I’ll probably just post
randomly whenever I can get anything written and edited (wait, don’t I already
do that?) but I’ll try to keep writing and working on my skills.
Feedback is appreciated :) Hope you enjoyed!!
genre: smut (!!!) | angst (!!!) | oral sex | hate fuck | closet sex
word count: 4.4k
Every school has its golden couple. You know, they’re the pair that will stay together all through college, eventually, get married, and live happily ever after in a large house with their equally as large amount of children. You’ve seen them in the courtyard - hands clasped together in a perfect fit - you’ve seen them in your classes - effortlessly answering questions while sliding each other knowing looks - and you’ve definitely seen them at all the parties - before they head upstairs to one of the bedrooms, of course.
You know them. Everybody knows them. How could you not know them? Their lives were perfect, their friends were perfect, and their looks were perfect. They are perfect, popular, admired, and most importantly, in love.
“Uhm, Harry?” Draco eyed his roommate suspiciously. He shifted nervously in his desk chair as Harry’s intense green eyes seemed to graze over him. The man had a weird look on his face and Draco did not like it.
“Yes Draco?” Harry replied, stepping out of the doorframe into their shared dorm.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Draco pushed his chair backwards until it collided with his desk. Then, when Harry showed no sign of slowing down he got up and stepped away, so he now almost had his back pressed against the wall behind him. He knew he was acting ridiculous, but so was Harry. If he didn’t know any better the green eyes coming towards him were filled with… with…
Lust was the wrong word, but it was definitely some sort of desire. And curiosity. And determination. And some form of fondness Draco could not place at all.
A combination scary enough to make him do one more step backwards. His heels hit the wall.
series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as mental physical abuse, violence, blood, gore, dead bodies, grief and death
I wasn't in the fandom when 12x23 aired, so forgive me if this has already been mentioned, but looking at the beginning of 13x1, Cas' wings seem to be much better off than they were in s10. They're thicker and more grown in. Not quite as good as when we first saw them, but they were definitely healing.
Hi, Nonny! I love questions about Cas’s wings! You are very correct Castiel’s wings were healing. I actually made a post about this a few months ago and I will be publishing a big post about angel wings (and Castiel’s especially) on the 17th. Here are Castiel’s wings from season 10, an enhanced shot of Cas’s wings in 12x23 and what I had to say about them before the airing of 13x01.
When I was working on this post. I was amazed at how many feathers I saw on Castiel’s wings from 12.23. So I wanted to make a post directly comparing Cas’s wings in 12.23 with the last time we saw them in 10.18. In 10.18 the feathers we see are long and ragged. In 12.23 most of the feathers look to be fairly short. It looks like some of his contour feathers that make up the coverts have regrown because they were not there in 10.18. Also on the wing on the right side of the picture looks as if it has some pin feathers.
Pin feathers are a sign that Castiel’s feathers were definitely growing back. And now we can add what we saw of Castiel’s wings in 13x01.
There are a ton of things to analyze in this shot but one thing is that Castiel’s wings had a lot of feathers compared to season 10. Not only that but Cas’s wings also appear to have more feather’s then Benjamin’s and Ishim’s wings in 12x10.
Also look at the size difference. Not only were Castiel’s wings healing but they appear to be healing at a faster rate compared to the other angels. Also Cas’s wings are HUGE compared to other wing prints. Look at Ishim’s short stubby wings. I guess that’s what you get for being a self righteous fuck boy.
can you stop acting like it would be so bad to ship deadpool with a young spiderman, it may be creepy to you but deadpool is a bad guy so it isn’t exactly out of character lol
ugh oh my god i’m so sick of people thinking it’s okay to attach all these awful morals to deadpool’s character, claiming “he’s just a bad guy so he would probably do this lmao” when it’s obvious you know Nothing about wade wilson
yes, it is wrong to ship a teenage spider-man with deadpool. not just because it’s creepy, but because it explicitly goes against deadpool’s character. did you know that deadpool once fell in love with a teenage girl? he felt genuine love for her!! and when he realized that, he cut off all ties. why? because he knew that it was wrong and selfish to be with someone so young, even if his feelings were very real. so no, it isn’t something he would “probably do” it’s something he would definitely not do. let me put it like this: if deadpool fell in love with tom holland’s spidey (or even andrew’s spidey for that matter), once he found out spidey was a teenager he would turn in the other direction and never look back, no matter how real and deep his love for spidey was.
and i would also like to speak now to the people out there who actually do read the comics and still hate spideypool and claim “it’s abusive and pedophiliac” because shut the fuck up. if you don’t like spideypool then fine, okay. but comic spideypool is not abusive and it isn’t AT ALL pedophiliac. in their current comic incarnations, the age difference between peter and wade cannot be more than just a few years because peter parker is nearing 30. he is very much an adult, and it has been shown that wade isn’t much older than him now.
as for abuse, peter and wade’s relationship started out rocky. peter finds wade annoying and he hates that wade kills people for a living while peter Never wants to kill people: the ladder has always been their main issue. but wade would never knowingly hurt peter. yes he has been manipulated into hurting peter before – most notably when he was tricked into killing peter, but when wade realized that he was tricked he deadass traveled into the afterlife to save peter and bring him back. deadpool adores spider-man, and is always trying to do right by him and gain his trust and friendship. spidey is his hero and he wants to be like him, he wants to learn from him. he thinks spider-man is the most honorable hero out there, recently in a comic spidey said he was going to kill a villain and wade refused to let him so that peter wouldn’t betray his own morals. there has been another instance where deadpool dressed in peter’s spider-man outfit to finish a job for peter, and he Refused to kill anybody while in the suit so that murder would never be tied to the mantle of spider-man. so no wade isn’t abusive to spidey. is he annoying? hell yeah. does he make mistakes sometimes? fuck to the ya. but is he abusive?? no!! so stop trying to put these awful labels on deadpool just because you don’t necessarily ship spideypool, or because you wanna prop up your own ship by trying to defame another (i’m looking at some of the petermj shippers out there)
i’m NOT saying that deadpool doesn’t have flaws – he’s a fucking mercenary, of course he has flaws. but he is Not a monster, and he isn’t even truly a bad person. he HATES pedophiles, he HATES abusers, he LOVES killing these people – like seriously he’s been known to take mercenary jobs for free to kill these kinds of people, because he just wants them off the street. not the most conventional way of dealing with it, but like i said deadpool is still a merc. honestly it is so gross that so many of you guys just casually label any disgusting characteristic on him just because you think that he’s “just a bad guy” when he is one of the most fleshed out and surprisingly good characters in the marvel universe, so maybe actually learn who wade wilson is before you act like you know anything about him.
A/N: I combined two requests btw. AND YES I KNOW I TOOK FOREVER. THIS IS A LONG ASS IMAGINE SO BE READY. Oh yeah Idk how to write childbirth, so if it’s not accurate..sorry. Lol anywaysss hope you enjoy (ITALICIZED PARGRAPH IS A FLASH BACK)
Requests: “Okay. So I was thinking what if we had a Grayson imagine where the reader had been best friends with them both forever. She gets with Ethan and she gets pregnant but Ethan dumps her and runs away. She’s left with massive anxiety and depression but Grayson helps build her back up and raises the kid as his own and they end up having loved each other forever.”
“Hey girl, hey. Can you do an imagine where Y/N and Grayson get home from the hospital with their baby girl, and that night, Grayson won’t sleep and he’s just kinda sitting there because he wants to protect the baby and he’s nervous something will happen to her? Make sense? Yes no? ilysmmmm 💕🖤❤”
Word count: 12,500 +
Warnings: Cusses, Birth, and this is extremely long so yeah :) OH YEAH LOTS OF TIME SKIPS SO PAY ATTENTION :D
“Y/N..you have to get up.” Grayson murmured as he poked your leg through the duvet draped across your body. “No. Leave me here to wallow alone in my own sorrow.” You retorted, however your words were muffled by the pillow that your tear stained face was shoved up against. Grayson seemed to understand what you were saying, but he wasn’t having it. “Get up, it’s not healthy for you, or the baby.” He reasoned and poked your leg once again. Becoming frustrated, you kicked out a leg at him and groaned into your pillow. He caught your ankle in one of his hands and you squealed. “Gray! Let me go!” You lifted your head up to look back at him. He had a devilish, but cute smirk plastered onto his face as he pulled your foot up towards his mouth. Your lips formed an “O” shape and you let out a tiny gasp. “You wouldn’t..” You whispered as Grayson cocked an eyebrow, “Oh, I would. Unless you get your lazy ass up and off the bed.”
“Fine! Fine! Just don’t lick my foot, that’s gross. Do you have a foot fetish or something?” You said as he dropped your foot, letting it softly bounce onto the bed. “No but Eth..sorry.” Grayson trailed off as your eyes darted towards the ground. “It’s fine..its been three months, Gray..I should be over it.”
“But you’re not.”
“I know.” You said, your voice cracking just the slightest bit. Grayson looked at you, his look said it all. Sympathy and pain, his eyes wrinkled just a little because he was frowning, his lips curved downwards a bit. He had bags under his eyes, he hadn’t gotten much sleep and that was partially your fault. Okay, it was all your fault.
Being pregnant was horrible, you were constantly throwing up or just feeling crappy throughout the entire day. So, when you and Grayson would fall asleep, you would always creep into his bedroom complaining about headaches or stomach pains. Or, he’d have to run to the bathroom to help hold your hair up.
So, he eventually ended up moving into your bedroom, it made things much easier but he still lost sleep. Maybe more since you kept tossing and turning a lot.
Grayson walked over to your side of the bed and bent down to your level, he lifted up a hand and softly caressed your jaw and cheek. He used his thumb to push away the stray strands of hair as your head fell against his palm, so he cupped your face. “Time heals everything.” He whispered. “Well time is taking an awfully long time to do so, Grayson.” You muttered as Grayson leaned forward. His lips made soft contact with your forehead and your eyes fluttered shut at the relieving feeling. His lips lingered for a few seconds before he pulled away. “Just trust me.” He mumbled and stood up. You sighed and looked down at your growing stomach. It wasn’t very big, you were able to cover it with some of Grayson’s T-shirts and his baggy sweatshirts, but you knew you’d grow to be the size of a whale, not being able to fit into anything. The thought made you frown, you’d have to work out a lot more often to lose all the weight and Grayson would consistently have to remind you that you weren’t fat, it was just the baby. Of course you being you, you wouldn’t listen to him.
Delicately, you pressed your cold palm against your belly and sighed.
A tiny human was growing inside of you, and it didn’t have a father…
Well it did..but he didn’t want either of you.
Based upon: Bill’s reaction to hearing you’re pregnant.
She had spent the last half hour pacing around her and Bill’s cottage in Sweden, waiting for him to return home from grocery shopping. It was eating her up, she was desperate to tell him, yet she almost feared what he would say; they were not trying for a child.
Finally she got tired of walking around the brightly lit, marbled living room and decided to sit on the leather sofa. However, she could not be still, tapping her foot and twisting her fingers together. She began to think, ‘What if he didn’t want a child? It was coming out in just under two weeks and he was surely going to be signed for more movies once people had seen how incredible he was as the demotic clown. He was just at the beginning of his career, one that could go on for years. It would be unfair to hinder him… he wouldn’t wan this’ She kept on with these fearful thoughts until the sound of the wooden door opening snapped her back into reality.
She could hear the shuffle of his loafers in the kitchen, the sound of crinkling plastic as he set the bags down on the counter.
“Hey Babe.” He called, tone so nonchalant it made her even more nervous.
He began to put the food that would last them for the next five days into the fridge.
“Bill?” She said quietly, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear her.
“Yeah?” His voice came from the kitchen.
She sat frozen on the couch, legs crossed and a knitted, white blanket around her shoulders. Suddenly, she did not want to tell him.
Her eyes snapped up, finding Bill standing in the doorframe. He was donning a black, wool jacket, dark jeans, russet coloured loafers and a confused expression.
She sank back against the supple fabric, then met Bill’s gaze. “I need to speak with you.” She announced cautiously.
He nodded, pale eyes filled with concern and he shrugged off his coat. Placing it on the table, he walked over to the couch she was sitting on.
Night had begun to fall, the once bright blue sky suddenly darker and painted with large streaks of burnt orange and small strokes of pale purple. The massive window in the room looked over the lake and gardens, both of which moved with the soft evening wind.
He took a seat beside her and she slowly turned towards him, pulling her legs into her chest. She was bracing herself for the worst.
“Are you alright?” He wondered.
She nodded. “I’m fine. I’m just…” She looked out the window, unable to bear the sight of his worried face. She took in the slowly lapping waves before speaking. “I love you.” She promised, tearing her eyes away from the outdoors and back to her boyfriend.
He took her small hand in his large one. “You can tell me anything okay? I love you too.” He assured her.
“Bill,” She took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”
Her whole body went stiff.
His pouty lips cracked into a wide smile and he pulled his lover into an embrace. It took her by surprise, her eyes were wide when he first hugged her, then went calm when she realized he was truly happy.
“I love you.” He breathed, lips near her ear. “I love you so fucking much, babe. You and our baby.” He finished.
She threw her arms around his neck and clung to him. “Are you sure it’s alright? I mean, we weren’t planning for this and your career is just starting to really take off… I don’t want to jeopardize your future.” She explained.
He pulled back and took her face into his hands. “You will never been an inconvenience to me. I swear it.” He promised her, his voice deep and passionate.
She believed him by his tone and way his pale green eyes darkened as he stared at her. It was then that it hit her, they were going to have a baby.
“Hey- Babe,” He soothed when he saw her eyes gloss over, “what’s wrong?”
Her rosy lips broke into a smile, tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. “No, no, it’s just…” She looked into his eyes, “We’re actually doing this.”
He grinned back once he realized she was okay.
“We’re doing this.”
Five months had passed since Bill found out about her pregnancy and it had been one and a half months since he had seen her last. He hated leaving her for a month and a half to shoot a film, but she assured him she would be fine. It turned out she was fine, everything was going perfectly well with the pregnancy. Yet she was terrified for him to return.
She stood under the rainfall shower head, letting the lukewarm water cascade down her bare body. Bill was to be home in a week; she missed him dearly.
After her shower, she stood in the grand closet, grabbing a oversized flannel and sweatpants for the evening.
She dropped the fire red, silk robe Bill had bought her in Paris a year back and she caught her reflection in the rectangular floor to ceiling mirror placed beside her shoe collection. Her mouth dropped.
The first few months did not have much affect on her appearance, sure, she looked slightly bigger, but it was nothing incredibly noticeable. So when she took at the reflection, her heart sunk.
Immediately her mind went to her boyfriend, he had never seen her so large before. She wasn’t daft, obviously she would get bigger; she was growing a child inside of her, but Bill had left when she had just hit three and a half months. The idea that he would think she was ugly plagued her thoughts. There were so many stories on the internet and news about men who had left, cheated or refused to sleep with their partner because they were 'fat.’ Bill wasn’t like those cruel men, he would never do something like that to her. Despite that comforting knowledge, she still felt like shit.
The front door opened and she heard the thump of his bags on the hardwood floor.
“Hey, Y/N. I’m home!” He called.
“I’m in the living room, Babe.” She replied, snuggling deeper into the soft blanket.
He strode down the hall and into the living room, smiling at the sight of her curled up on the sofa.
“How are you feeling?” He wondered.
She smiled, “Everything’s going well.”
He knelt down and hand his large hand through her fine hair. “Do you have an Ultrasound soon?” He asked.
“A week fews.” She said easily, yet felt so relieved. She was wearing an incredibly large sweatshirt over her black joggers, so he couldn’t see the difference.
He pressed his lips to her forehead and gave her a chaste kiss before standing, “Alright. Are you hungry? I can make stir fry soon if you’d like.”
She gave him a small smile, he really was a great boyfriend. “Yes, thank you.” She responded.
He headed off to the kitchen.
They had always taken showers together with the exception of the days Bill had to get up at the crack of dawn to shoot scenes for a movie.
She did not want to shower with him anymore.
He found her in a bubble bath one night, orange candles being the only source of light in the room. Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the bathroom door opening.
“I thought you went out.” She said, a bit too quickly.
He watched as she sank further into the bubbles, leaning her head against the smooth porcelain tub.
“I was supposed to meet Alex but I didn’t want to leave you.” He explained.
He moved to the vanity and leaned against the counter, hands holding the granite.
“You should go. I’m fine here.” She said, trying to sound encouraging.
He shook his head. “What’s going on, Babe? You’ve been… distant ever since I got back.” He confessed.
“No, everything is fine Bill. I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” She apologized.
He sighed and sauntered across the bathroom until he reached the tub where he knelt down onto his knees. Her breath hitched in her throat as he reached his hand out to stroke her neck, moving down to her collarbone. Never had she felt uncomfortable when he touch her. In fact, it was quite the opposite; the feeling of his hands all over her body was something she used to crave. He made her feel good.
But when his hand slipped below the water, she immediately pulled away from him. She couldn’t look into his eyes, knowing they would be filled with worry and confusion.
“Babe…” He said softly.
He definitely knew something was up now.
Her back was pressed against the opposite side of the tub, hands gripping the porcelain on either side of her and her the tops of her slightly larger breasts were exposed. Her breathing was heavy.
“Please tell me what’s going on.” He pleaded.
She could hear the desperation in his voice and she knew it was unfair to keep him in the dark about what she was going through.
“Why won’t you let me touch you?”
She lifted her eyes to meet his, chest still rising and falling quicker than usual.
His heart broke at the sight of her.
“I just want to be alone.” She whispered, breaking contact with him.
He knew that she wanted her space, she had completely shut him out.
She woke in an instant when she felt movement in her stomach. Immediately, she sat up in bed, her breaths turning laboured and hand clutching her large belly.
Beside her, Bill opened his eyes at the commotion. When he saw her sitting up, he threw the sheets back and rose, watching her with concern.
“What’s wrong?” He asked quickly.
Her eyes widened when she understood it was their baby kicking.
“No- nothing! Bill they’re kicking!” She exclaimed, dramatically relieved.
He let out a deep breath.
“Can I?” He asked softly.
Her wide smile dropped as she looked at him.
“Please tell me.”
She sighed and took his hand in her right hand, with the other she pulled her red and black flannel above her stomach and placed it on her large bump.
“You’re beautiful.” He leaned down to kiss her stomach. “You’re absolutely stunning.” He promised her.
She ran her fingers in his messy brown hair, combing through the small tangles. He sat up and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately.
You were running around the bedroom after your shower, slipping on underwear, picking out dresses, blow drying your hair.
Pennywise was watching this all unfold, sitting on your bed as you prettied yourself up, spending a few hours on your make up, ridding your hair of any kinks using an iron.
“What are you doing (y/n)?” He asked, not really used to seeing you even bother with make up before.
“I have his thing my friend invited me to, I’m kinda third wheeling but I don’t really mind too much” You said under concentration of adding eyeliner.
“Third wheeling?” His face twisted in confusion.
“It’s when a person tags along with another couple because they don’t have a date or someone to hang out with them. When the numbers are odd” you say simply. He sat silently for a moment, processing the information. Then he finally spoke up again.
“Why not take me?” He asked, playing with beads from a necklace near by.
“Babe,” you started, looking over at him. With his ruffled dirty clown, while pale skin, unnatural look. It’s not that you were necessarily embarrassed of him, but he was literally the killer clown that would probably have angry mobs after him.
“Killer clown” you said to yourself, almost scoffing as you looking over at him, watching his “killer instincts”. snuggling into a pillow, looking a little offended over not being invited to a simple evening outing.
“Why do you want to go so bad? You said you didn’t even like the way (y/f) smelled” you turn back around, finishing off your make up and walking over to your closet.
“You could of at least mentioned it to me, you didn’t even ask if I wanted to go..” he said, pouting grumpily. You sighed, feeling bad about not bringing it up to him. But also, in what way would it be normal to take a 6'5 pale vintage clown to a formal dinner? As much as you loved him the way that he was, it would definitely be the elephant in the room. You sighed and smiled at his adorable pouts, finally saying “fuck it” to yourself.
“Would you like to join me to dinner my love?” You said after a few minutes of just watching him, he perked up almost immediately, a toothy smile spreading across his face. You were unsure about how going out with him would look, but before your eyes he had turned into a more “human” looking man. Tall, handsome, brown haired goof ball with Penny’s same blue eyes and wide grin.
“Shall we my darling?” He extended his hand towards yours, you still in a robe completely in aw of his human form.
“L-let me slip into my dress, yeah?”
Later than night, you had showed up with Penny in his human costume. Girls turned heads when his large figure past tables, your friend seemed to almost completely avoid her date due to the admiration towards your dashing date.
“P-Penny was is? My my what a hunk” she would make jokes about it, and the guy next to her seemed jealous. But your favorite part of the entire night was how Penny would turn to you over nearly everything. Not only was he not used to being in public, but he also didn’t want to say something to upset you. He would crack his joke though, and you swore a giggle escaped from every girl in the room. He had caught everyone’s attention, but when you spoke with others, Penny would instead turn his head and admire you. He liked the tone of your voice and the elegance of the words you used to seem intelligent infront of people.
By the time the night had come to a close, you were exhausted. You sat in the back of a taxi leaning into Pennywise nearly falling asleep when you felt his lips atop of your head.
“How was I (y/n)?” His whisper interrupted the sound of traffic outside. You smiled and hummed a little. “Does that mean good or bad?” He whispered again.
“You were absolutely perfect” you said, eyes still closed, “but as soon as we’re back home, I want my Pennywise back.
"Don’t you like me like this better?” He asked, almost quieter as before. Your eyes opened as you pushed yourself up to face him.
“I think I fell in love with a clown, not a regular person. I like this look, but whoever I intend of holding tonight is my clown, yeah?” You said, pinching his cheeks slightly. He nodded, a bit of color coming to his cheeks as you leaned back into him again. “No more clowning around and get back to being my clown” You smirked at your oh-so clever line and kinda dozed off the rest of the ride in his chest.
Summary: Nesta firmly believes that if you want something, you have to work your ass off for it. And she wants a National title attached to her name. But when her coach decides that a change in discipline is what Nesta needs, she’s far from impressed. Now, instead of training as a ladies single skater, she has to switch gears and skate as a pairs skater. And her partner? Someone she can’t stand. Non other then cocky, flirtatious, former Men’s skater Cassian. Edited by: @ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie
Nesta pulled her laces tight, tying a bow at the top. She stood up, bending slightly at the ankles to make sure her skates were nice and snug. When she was satisfied, she sat back on the bench, leaning against the wall.
She normally wasn’t one to be tired at early morning practice. She’d trained her body over the years to follow a strict schedule. She went to bed at ten every night and woke up at four in morning, giving her exactly six hours of sleep. When she was up, she went about the same routine Monday through Saturday. Early morning practice, off-ice practice, gym workout or ballet class, another on-ice practice, then home for bed. She had followed that schedule for most of her skating career.
Yet, she couldn’t help but feel the exhaustion set in on her shoulders that particular morning, making her eyes droop and her limbs feel heavy.
To say practice had been hell lately would be an understatement. Nesta pushed herself harder than she ever had before. After Nationals, she took about a week off before she put herself back on her intense schedule once more.
If you want something, they have to work your ass off for it. And Nesta wanted a National title attached to her name.