i get lost in your eyes

BTS Reactions to you tickling them, which ended in a making out session

Anonymous asked:  Hai ~ Can I request bts reaction to tickling them? (Tickles turning into makeout sessions.😁) thanks

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He was cocky all day long and you lost it as the two of you were sitting on the couch. You started tickling him, he was laughing his heart out. But then you were accidentally hitting his dick softly…


After you touched him he would just stare at you with a serious look on his face. But then he gets closer to you and softly starts kissing you which turned out in a sloppery and hot kissing session.

Originally posted by bambamisaboomyinmypants


He looks at you with darkened eyes full of lust, gets to your neck and places a few kisses on it but then goes up to your mouth.

Originally posted by yoonseok


As soon as you were hitting his dick, he’s horny af. Lot’s of tounge involved.

Originally posted by itsrapmonster


“Why did you do that?”

“You’ll have to pay for this”


It was all fun, until you touched his dick…

Damn, he’s going to press those luscious lips hard against yours



Originally posted by bts-jimin16


As you touched his dick, he would raise one eyebrow and a cocky grin runs over his face. Then he’ll grab your face and…

anonymous asked:

you never came off as aloof to me! i've always seen you as friendly clever, and /especially/ creative, like your posts always read as extremely thoughtful (i love how detailed and interesting your designs can get). plus your cloud eye avatar is super cute. stuff probably gets lost in Typing Translation, i think tons of people just mistake formal syntax for aloofness. anyways, you're awesome, astoundingly creative, and a lovely person!!


Peter Pan Imagine Request/ Run.

“HiiiI just really wanted to say I love your writing and was wondering whether I could make a request?:)))) The plot: After trying to outrun the lost boys y/n ends up at a cliffs edge where they state “we’re on an island!? Well you could’ve atleast told me that before I started to run” Knowing they won’t get off the island by force or by running, y/n decides it’d be better to cooperate and play Pan from the inside.”

You arrived on Neverland, terrified, nothing to help you but the clothes on your back.

You look around, everything is in slow motion, the wind blew through your hair, your hair blocked your eyes so you pushed your hair behind your ears. You decided that standing their wouldn’t do any help, so you did what anyone would do, you walked around tried to discover this place.

You had to admit , it was beautiful, you never seen anyone such beautiful flowers, they were bright , colorful, and exotic.

The trees were so tall you couldn’t see past them.

The smell, it smelled like flowers and exotic spices all around, but then you smell, fire? Wood? No wait, food, at that moment you walk to the smell, your stomach was grumbling at this point, you needed food, nutrition, something.

You follow the smell , smiling at what it smells like, hot dogs, burgers, oh it smelled delicious.

You walked and finally got the wherever the smell was leading you too.

You saw a lot of boys, all through the age of 5-17 , it was a strange age round, but you ignored it.

“Okay Y/n, you have two choices, one you go there and demand food, or two, you wait till they fall. asleep and grab the left overs.” you whispered to yourself

You then look at them and see that they have swords, knifes, and other weapons that aren’t even real weapons, they clearly made them themselves , but anyway, you go decide to wait.

Waiting for almost what seemed forever they finally fell asleep.

You get up and slowly walk around the campfire, stepping over all the boys, trying not to make noise.

You go and look at the table where the food was, barely anything left, half a hot dog and some used buns, ugh.

You ate the half hot dog and it was cold, the bun was a little stale, but you were hungry, so you didn’t care.

You start to walk back to your location where you were hiding, you were so busy looking at everybody and so curious about these boys, you didn’t see the log in front of you, out of fright you screamed and fell, you quickly got up saw that the boys woke up

“Hey who are you?” one of the boys asked

Another boys saw and said “What?” all confused .

Then one of the older boys saw you and screamed “Get her!” they all got up and started to chase you, you were frightend.

You ran and ran as fast as you can, your heart beating a million seconds, sweat dripping down your face, what where they gonna do to you?

You stop and reach a cliff “What the hell?!”

The boys ran and saw her panic, they laughed at her .

“We’re on an island?! Well you couldn’t at least told me to run.”

You said while you held at your hands , they locked your hands together in cuffs “Pan will like you.” A boy with a scar smiled You went to a cage , locked up , and scared.

You look at all the boys, they all got along so well, even though they were from different ages, they still treated each other no different.

You had to admit that was something you admired, back in your hometown , if you weren’t 18 you were considered a kid and it pissed you off, but everyone treated each other with the most utter respect.

Then all of a sudden you see a tall boy, muscular arms, blond hair, green eyes that looked like they almost glowed in the dark.

He came to your cage and smiled, but it wasn’t a regular smile, it was a wicked smile. “Come on now puppet.
Don’t be scared.” He said in the most evil voice.

“Who are you?” You asked

“Oh , did I forget to introduce myself? I’m Peter , Peter Pan.” He smiled

“Why did you bring me here?”

You asked “I didn’t, you were sent here, by whom I have no idea, but now, you’re mine, and mine alone.”

You shake your head “Fine, I’m yours.” You say .

Peter cocks a brow up he was surprised at how willingly you were up to the plan “What’s your name ?” He asked you

“My name is Y/N” you say

“Well, for now you’re puppet.” He says.

You stayed on Neverland , you did whatever were told to do.

When he said jumped you’d say “How high?”

When he told you to make him something you went into the kitchen and made it.

It was tiring, but you were his puppet, he had you, and you knew it, in a way, you liked being told what to do.

It turned you on, it was sexy, when Peter gave you orders , how he looked at you, how he spoke to you. It was something else. And let’s not forget the touching.

Whenever you did something good , he would put his hand on your shoulder and the other would rub your arm slowly up and down.

“Great job today puppet.” He said looking at you

“Peter,” you say quietly

“Yes puppet?” He asked

“When can I have my own tent ? I’ve been sleeping outside in this cage forever.”

“We are out of tent making equipment, but, however, you could always sleep with me.” He looked at you mysteriously

"W-with you?” You asked stuttering

“Yes.” He said blankly and walked away into his tent

“Okay!” You yelled , a little louder than you should’ve.

Peter stops in his tracks , back facing you, he smiles evilly. “Well, what are you waiting for?

Come on.” He said as he walks away.

You walk with him into his tent , it was bigger than the rest of the lost boys of course, and it had a comfy bed, lots of blankets and pillows.

“You like it?” He asked you

“It looks very comfy. Where do I sleep ?” You ask him

"On the bed.” He said as he looked at you

“Wait , then where are you sleeping?” You asked confused

"The bed.” He said as he took his shirt off , changing into pajamas.

"Oh!” You say blushing un controllably

He looks back at you and smiles, damn, that smile, it was something else, his smile was so damn hot. It was sexy, his smile could make you drop to the floor.

"Well I need pajamas.” You said He took a shirt out and gave it to you.

"I need pants.” You said He took out some sweats and gave it to you.

"Happy ?” He asked sarcastically

"Ecstatic.” You said sarcastically back He just smiled , he liked someone who could be an asshole back. It was thrilling.

You got dressed and so did he.

He lay in bed with his shirt off and pants on.

He was already asleep.

You on the other hand were scared out of your mind.

You get in the bed, slowly, and start to lay back , your head hits the pillow and oh man it was soft, actually the whole bed was soft.

Eventually you fall asleep , but the way you wake up , was something you never experienced before. You wake up, but you feel something wrapped around your waist.

You turn around and Peter was right there, you smile at him.

He then wakes up to looking at him “Oh shit.” He says getting up quickly

"What happened?” You asked

"I-I gotta go.” He says embarrassedly running out of the tent

You giggle “This should be interesting.” You said

anyone else dissociate so bad they have trouble seeing sometimes…like your vision is fine but something gets lost in the comprehension and you gotta focus double hard just to remember youre supposed to be seeing shit uhhhh the closest i can liken it to is not being able to pull out of that daydreaming effect where obviously your eyes are working but youre not actually aware/paying attention to what theyre seeing

when i’m with you, my mind goes blank.
it’s a bit of a cliche, but like a camera focuses on the most important piece, my eyes can only see the beauty in front of me. i’ve got nothing to say, i feel like i seem weird or creepy staring like i’m taking in deep scenery but it’s just because i don’t have words to describe the way you make me feel.
being with you, being near you. it’s like swinging in a hammock in the dead of summer, thinking surely you could live there forever, never moving, and being completely content.
i look into those deep eyes all i see is the only thing i ever want to get lost in- i listen to your deep thoughts from that amazing mind and all i hear is the meaning that i fell in love with.
i look at you and i see everything i always wanted, but never realized i always needed too.
i know we’re young, i know it’s early and i know there’s no way 
to say 
just how long you can stay
but …
one thing i know for sure 
i’m in love and, for once, i’m not afraid of it.
—  o-h–w-e-l-l 
You Look Like You Need a Drink (M)

Originally posted by hidden--demons

Summary: After a bad week with the worst luck imaginable, you happen upon a local dive bar run by an attractive young bartender who livens up your evening.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,221

Warning: Bartender!Yoongi, tattooed!Yoongi, sexual harassment, sexual themes, power play, manners kink, alcohol use, profanity

A/N: I wrote this last year for my dear friend’s birthday and swore this fic would never see the light of day. I have since “remastered” it, so to speak, so I’m sharing it here. SURPRISE!

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BTS Reaction | No condom

Anon request: hellooo. can I have a bts reaction where you have sex without a condom for the first time and they get so overwhelmed because they can properly “feel” you? thanks! keep up the good works!

Anon request; can you do a reaction to where you and bts have sex for the first time without a condom so they feel each other properly (on the pill not just unprotected)

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Some more headcanons about Peter growing up on Yondu’s ship

part 1

  • Yondu not having any idea what Terrans eat so he tries to give Peter like, raw meat and stuff, and Peter is disgusted and Yondu is confused (“What’s wrong, boy? It’s fresh! Eat it!”). Though Peter is even more bummed out when he finds out there’s no McDonalds in space.
  • Peter wanting video games but Yondu telling him flying an M-ship is way more exciting than any video game (“All right, if it is, let me fly one!” “You’re too young to fly, you’ll crash.” “No, I won’t! If I can’t play games, at least let me try!” “I said no!” “But Yonduuuuu!” “You’re an annoying little bugger, you know that?” *grumbling and muttering* “All right, follow me, you can give Tulk’s old ship a try, but you put one mark on it- one mark, one spill on the dash- and you don’t get to give it another shot til you’re fourteen.” “KRAGLIN! YONDU’S GONNA LET ME FLY!”)
  • Peter trying to tell the Ravagers about Halloween, but they just don’t get it, and when he scavenges the materials to dress up as a pirate, they don’t notice anything different (except Kraglin, who says, “Nice hat, Pete,” when a rather deflated Peter walks by in full costume).
  • Members of other factions sometimes thinking Kraglin is Peter’s dad, and Yondu getting lowkey pissed off about it (“Course that’s not his dad, ya moron! Quill, get back on the ship and stop causing trouble.”)
  • Kraglin losing his blaster and freaking out cause he can’t find his spare and Peter says, “Just go ask Yondu for one!” and Kraglin is like, “He’ll get mad!” and Peter is confused because apparently, “I do it all the time whenever I lose something, he doesn’t care,” which is weird, because last time Kraglin lost something and went to Yondu to see if he knew where it was, Yondu snapped at him, “If you don’t keep an eye on your stuff, it’s not my problem when you can’t find it.”
  • The crew getting new communication devices and Peter texting with Kraglin all the time so Yondu gets suspicious and is always nosing on Peter’s end (“Who you writing to all the time, boy? You planning a mutiny?”)
  • Peter going through puberty and everyone on the whole ship making fun of his voice cracking up to the point where he ends up getting in a fight with someone because he’s so sick of it and Yondu has to drag them apart and scold them both for being immature, but as he’s walking away, he imitates Peter too.
  • Peter getting his hands on an electric guitar and keeping half the crew from sleeping with his late-night shredding until Yondu finally starts locking Peter’s guitar in his cabin every night at 11:00 (“Kraglin, Yondu said I’m not allowed to practice sick riffs past 11:00…” *Kraglin internally fist-pumps* “Aww, sorry Pete.”)
  • Peter going on his first solo mission and Yondu being on edge the whole time, which means he’s extraordinarily irritable toward the crew, so they all come to dread Peter’s missions because Yondu’s so unpleasant while he’s gone.
  • Peter getting arrested on some planet and Yondu bailing him out the next morning. Peter’s mad at Yondu for not doing it the night he got in, but according to Yondu, every Ravager should spend at least a couple nights of their life in jail, and though he doesn’t say it, he’s pretty proud of Peter for having done something that could get him time.
A Lesson in Love (The Reunion)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,837

A/N: This is the second to last part in the series, babes. We’re almost done with this journey. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - you truly are the best of the best when it comes to editing (and everything else too)

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

You’ve walked the length of this hallway more than a dozen times before. Hundreds, if you count the amount of times you’ve strolled through the hallway in your apartment, one that is a spitting image of the one you’re standing in now. Your familiarity with the small space should make the journey from where you’re standing to where you need to be easy.


Every time you’ve made this walk, it was never with the knowledge that what’s waiting for you at your final destination had the potential to change everything.

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The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by syeons

Genre: romance/fluff
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 12203 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.



“You tell me Y/N, do you want this?” he brushes his thumb over your cheek “Do you want to kiss me?”

Before you could ever give your response to him, reality hits the shameless boy like a train. What was he thinking when he asked you such a question? His sudden tendency to take your feelings for granted by working his moves on you, wasn’t how he ever wanted it to be. He was curious and quite greedy about having the chance to win your first kiss. Was it still like a competition for him? Was he toying with you or was he being serious?

Jungkook was your best friend and his intentions were never ill to begin with. You knew from day one, when he held your hand and decided to be your friend back then in kindergarten, that he was anything but harmful. You were well aware of the fact that he could be trusted, and all these years of friendship proved that he was a keeper. Maybe you could trust him? But what would it change? Only jungkook had the answers and decisions to take in this very moment, yet he suddenly stepped away from you

What am I doing, right now? Jungkook would suddenly ask himself as he eyed your lips up-close for the first time in his life

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Rotten Judgement - part 1

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

SummaryHercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,674

Warnings: Language, Angst, Slaves, Demonic creatures, Mythology

A/N: I’m blown away by your enthusiasm! Thank you guys, I hope it won’t disappoint. This is loosely based on Hercules, also used a few quotes. The glowing heart thing is from Once Upon A Time.

Rotten Judgement - Masterpage

You hurried along the busy streets of New York City, clutching your bag to your chest. The soft red glow of the beating heart you stole seeped through the small leather bag. Stealing hearts wasn’t something you were proud of, but you didn’t have a choice. You had sold your soul to the devil and agreed to serve him.

You hugged the bag closer as two people walked past you, afraid they might try to steal it. The heart beat steadily against your belly, making you feel nervous. Someone in Brooklyn was unknowingly living without his heart. Looking over your shoulder to make sure that no one was watching, you rounded the corner and entered the alleyway.

Who would have guessed that the passage to the Underworld was in the alley behind a bar? You opened the door hidden behind a trash dumpster and took a step forward, leaving the city and its noises behind.

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Guilty Pleasure {BBH} (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Description: You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him? // Requested

Genre: Smut / Angst / Fluff all of the above??

Word Count: 2,432 (possible series?????? three parts at max tho I’m a busy lady)

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Lay)

Author: Admin Xiufairy

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

“C’mon, you can’t say you haven’t thought about it.” Your best friend, Baekhyun, nudged your arm. “There’s no shame in it. It’d be nice to be with someone who finally knows what they’re doing.” You put your cup of coffee down and looked at him from across the table.

It was no secret that Baekhyun slept around, but you liked to keep things under wraps. As long as the boys didn’t know, everything was fine. Baek, being your best friend, found out on his own. You weren’t planning on telling him either.

You’d been living with Baekhyun for a couple years now - it was originally just for a few weeks until you could find a place of your own but the two of you quickly grew close.

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Something Just Like This

Summary: AU. This is the story of an ordinary couple with an extraordinary love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,652 (without lyrics)

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, pregnancy, mentions of bullying, illness, and death, song fic style

A/N: This is my oneshot submission for the poetic noble land mermaid @whothehellisbella and her Bella’s Cool Time Summer Jamz Mix Writing Challenge. My song prompt was Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers, Coldplay. I hope you approve and enjoy!

Originally posted by duckybarness

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“I can’t believe I fell in love with a monkey,” laughed Dean, looking up into the tree.

Cas bristled. “I am not a primate. I have no tail. I just…” He trailed off, and Dean laughed again, not unkindly.

“You just appreciate trees? You’re just trying to commune with the bees by getting as close to them as possible? You just like the way my heart nearly stops when I see you swinging like Tarzan and I’m terrified you’re going to fall to your death??”

Cas leapt down from the branch he’d been sitting on, landing lightly in front of Dean. Blue eyes met green, full of a seriousness Dean did not expect.

“I just miss flying.”

Dean sucked in a breath. Of course. Stupid. Of course Cas missed his wings. Why hadn’t he realized? When Cas lost his grace there had been so many adjustments: eating, sleeping, taking showers, wearing different coats. But after the night they watched Netflix until nearly dawn and Dean had unthinkingly kissed Cas goodnight…well, all that other stuff seemed to fall away. To Dean, anyway. Some boyfriend I am, he thought, mentally kicking himself.

“Cas,” Dean said, his voice wreaked with helplessness. “Cas, I’m sorry…”

Cas smiled. Cas’s smile should be bottled, Dean thought distractedly. It could probably cure cancer.

“It’s alright, Dean,” said Cas, running his fingers through Dean’s hair. “I don’t want my grace back. I don’t want to rejoin Heaven’s armies. All I want is you.” He pulled Dean’s head toward him until their lips just met. For a moment Dean was drowning, then Cas pulled away. “I love you, Dean,” he said softly, “but I think I’ll always miss my wings.”

“Okay, Angel. Climb your trees. Just don’t expect me to climb with you. Or to watch when you are higher than the lowest branches.” Dean shuddered. “I’ll just stay here on the ground. And look straight ahead.”

“Some days I’ll climb,” agreed Cas. “But most days I’ll stay right here…” Cas wrapped his arms around Dean, pulling him even closer, “…and you can be my wings.”


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Too Much


Requested: no A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>

Word count: 2,239

My back was resting against the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single page.

Honestly, I just needed something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.

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Crawling Chaos - Part One - Void Stiles

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Void Stiles/Reader

Word Count: 3,496

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female receiving), Fingering, Riddles

Notes: My first Void smut? My first Void smut. Not sure how well this will really go tbh because I don’t think I’m good at portraying Void. But let me know for sure if you do like it. This idea has been in my mind for a few weeks now, and all because I was listening to one certain anime opening at work called Koi wa Chaos no Shimobenari. It kind of gave me the idea for what to do with this, even though it has NOTHING to do with the song. Also, side note, i did use Google Translate for one small thing in here. Don’t blame me if it is wrong.

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It’s strange how vulnerable I became because of you. I was never this way I always knew better. I didn’t want to be tamed, I didn’t want to fall in love, I didn’t want my world to revolve around one person. I guarded myself so heavily, my feelings, my emotions. I was so careful always making sure that I never got too close. Always being one step ahead. And then you came into my life. A heavy past, a sad smile, eyes so lost. I wanted to save you. You peaked my interest like no one had before, always talking about the moon and sun, the clouds. You talked about the ocean and the sky. You dreamt of mountains and rivers and before long I was the one getting lost in the forest within your eyes. You became my world….
“ I don’t belong here” you told me one day. Your gaze was amongst the stars. I could hear the pain in your voice. I could see the tears begin to form. Perhaps you never needed saving, perhaps you were just trying to find a place to call home..

A gift for @skamisako who traded me a gifset for a drabble. It was a good deal :P


In theory, Even should not at all be surprised.

Isak is fucking beautiful- the very epitome of youthful seduction with long legs, bright cat green eyes, and fucking cupid’s bow lips that he has a penchant for biting. A fucking cupid’s bow. Even is literally the luckiest man in the world.

So no, he should not be surprised.

And yet.

And fucking yet.

He takes another sip of some fruity concoction Eskild swore was an absolute must for this particular bar, moving the pink umbrella out of his line of vision so it can’t hinder the way Even’s eyes track Isak on the lower level of the club as he sways and weaves in between moving, gyrating, bodies. Overhead, pink and orange neon lights flicker and flash and, added to the deep pulsating bass of the music, it makes for the perfect cinematic moment.

Zoom in on our beautiful protagonist, Even thinks distantly, Watch as all eyes track him, the spotlight above creating a halo. An angel in a club full of devils.

Eskild bumps his hip into Even and hands him a new drink, “First time I met Isak was here.”

Even swallows, “Here?”

“Mmhmm,” Eskild points to a group of barstools over the rim of his own drink, “Right there. Poor baby was slumped over. That didn’t stop the guys from drooling all over him, though. Which, when you think about how young he was, ew.”

Isak makes it to the bar and he’s immediately accosted by a tall blonde guy with a wide smile a bright teeth. Isak, bless him, stares at the guy for a moment, glancing behind him to make sure that-yeah that fucker was definitely hitting on him.

“I wouldn’t leave him alone,” Eskild says and then adds on in a sing-song voice, “Not with a face like that.”

Even pushes off the banister immediately, walking down the spiral staircase, passing boys making out and putting out against railings, and dodging few wandering hands. He ignores the older gentleman who stares him down with dark brown eyes because doesn’t he know?

There is only one boy for him.

Isak catches his gaze as Even hits the ground floor and it doesn’t leave, even as the tall blonde engages him in conversation. The blonde reaches over to touch Isak’s waist and-

“Hi, baby,” Even interrupts, coming close to Isak and wrapping an arm around his waist (and subtly knocking the blonde’s hand out of the way whoops). He cocks his head at the blonde and smiles pleasantly, “Hey there.”

The blonde deflates for a moment, but stands tall, “Halla.”

“What are we talking about?”

“The view from my bedroom,” he says, looking back down to Isak, who stands there, eyebrows raised to his hairline and glancing in between the blonde and Even, “View of the Oslo skyline? It’s…magical. I’m sure better than anything he’s seen before.”

“Huh,” Even says, still grinning all the while, “I don’t know- the view from our apartment is pretty stunning.”

(It’s not. It faces another apartment building and a graffiti depiction of a dick.)

Isak clears his throat, “I’m more interested in the view inside the apartment.”

He reaches down and tugs Even’s shirt up a bit, peering at the abs underneath and showing them off to the other guy. He nods decisively and looks back to the blonde, “Best view in Oslo.”

The blonde’s smile strains and he drags his gaze slowly up Isak, and Even knows, he knows, exactly what’s going through his mind Even as he shakes his head, “That’s too bad.”

“So sad,” Even responds dryly.

His eyes light up, “Do you-”

Even tightens his grip on Isak, “I don’t share.”

Isak shrugs, “He doesn’t. I don’t either. So…”

“Fine,” The blonde gives up, “Fine. Well, if you change your mind…”

“Bye bye,” Even waves daintily and the blonde pushes off the bar and gets lost in the mix of moving bodies, “I can’t go anywhere without people wanting to steal you away.”

“That was weird,” Isak says, and then promptly steals his drink and chugs it. When he’s done he presses his lips to Even’s neck and snickers, “View from our apartment, huh?”

Even shuts him up with a kiss and drags him out to the dance floor.