that guy is a real jerk

  • Male Writer: Ah, anniversary jokes are so funny. Because chicks always hate it when you don't remember anniversaries! A plus gold very original
  • Male Writer: Mother in laws amirite?
  • Male Writer: My male character who is an author insert of myself pines after a woman I used to pine after in high school. Then they have sex. This is good literature.
  • Male Writer: Ugh female books are so romance filled
  • Male Writer: And girl fanfics, so mary suey
  • Male Writer: Now listen about this original middle aged man who is an expert in everything, suffers from ennui, looks like me, acts like me, and gets all the girls i want.
  • Male Writer: She was sexy in an alluring, boring way, filled with purple prose and riddled with objectification
  • Male Writer: If i make a female character parrot my misogynistic views, they cease to be misogynistic! Are you saying you don't respect my fake female characters opinions, feminists?
  • Male Writer: a good action girl is one who looks hot at all times
  • Male Writer: If the female main character got in an asskicking line, my work is Feminist with a capital F and no one can criticize me
  • Specifically White Male Writer: Heroic tropes are so overdone. I'm going to create a boring white guy with stubble to be a completely original antihero no one has ever seen before TM.
  • Same Guy: It's original because he is a jerk who gets away with bad behavior, just like I wish i could.
  • Another Specifically White Male Writer: It's in my universe to only have white men do things in my book. I mean, don't you care about historical accuracy
  • Same Guy: I mean, it's a generic fantasy verse with no real life time period equivalent and i haven't done any research, but i'm SURE that it's historically accurate. To that dark mideval dragon fighting europe period
  • Same Guy: Where in Europe? Who cares!
  • Male Writer: There is no better way to introduce a female character to a male character than by him saving her.
  • Male Writer: Characters hating each other is good sexual tension!
  • Male Writer: One female character and five male characters is a good team balance
  • Male Writer: If my female character chooses to act in a sexist tropey way, it's not sexist. In fact, because she CHOSE to do it, it is Feminist.
  • Male Writer: I am original

I, for one, think it’s hilarious that Reigen, a relatively normal guy who breaks some minor laws every day, has a friend group that consists of 3 psychic middle schoolers, an occasionally evil spirit, and an awkward but nice guy he met who worked for an evil cult trying to take over the world. Said guy attacked them with an umbrella. Reigen just rolls with all of this and is somehow in charge most of the time bc hes usually the most mature one in the room. He will protect all of them (except dimple when he’s being a jerk) even if most of his attacks consist of “distract the enemy with fake powers, then run away, throw salt in their eyes, or punch them in the face” his most effective attack strategy apparently is to yell at the bad guys until they feel so bad about themselves that they give up. How has his life become like this. His mom wants him to get a real job.

things people forget about the outsiders

{synopsis} these are some pretty important things i think people should know bc it could help them w/ their character development or story in general. enjoy!

{warnings} the truth

{pairing} none

{bullet count} 11

• sodapop would’ve joined dally in dirty talking cherry and marcia. and if they were greaser girls, ponyboy would’ve joined in as well.

• daLLY IS A FUCKING ASSHOLE WHO HAS JUMPED LITTLE KIDS BEFORE AND AN OLD MAN FOR HIS RING. HE’S NOT GONNA CHANGE HIS ENTIRE FUCKING PERSONALITY FOR YOUR CHARACTER.

• johnny is really good at hiding his emotions. he’s also a brave little shit who can get real sassy sometimes. yes, he is meek and shy, but when he feels the need he can be tough.

• steve is still in school. repeat after me, stEVE IS STILL IN SCHOOL AND ONLY WORKS PART TIME.

• the guys only watch their swearing and behavior around cousin-type girls. if your character is a new friend of pony’s who’s coming over for the first time, the gang isn’t gonna be super-duper nice to her and accept her 100%. they will probabaly be jerk-faces for a lil while, then chill out after she proves herself.

• two-bit wanted to drive to texas to look for ponyboy and johnny.

• darry goes skiing with his friends sometimes and was voted boy of the year. he was a popular, fun guy before he became the dad figure in the curtis household. yeah, he’s hella mature and dad-like now, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to have fun.

• johnny was a good man in a rumble. i repeat : JOHNNY WAS A GOOD MAN IN A RUMBLE. HE COULD KICK ASS, OKAY.

• in the book, ponyboy kicked soc ass during the rumble. he is young and emotional, but he isn’t helpless. i personally hated the way the movie depicted him during the rumble; just letting the socs beat him up and crying out for darry the minute it begins. if you read the rumble excerpt, he obviously isn’t the best fighter but he can defend himself pretty well and can take a punch.

• johnny can take a whipping with a 2 by 4 without letting out a whimper. he isn’t gonna be on the floor unconscious after a punch to the gut, please and thank you.

• cherry is afraid of dissapointing her parents if they see her hanging with pony. i personally believe that cherry overcomes that fear and apologizes to ponyboy after ignoring him at school, and they become good friends. but the only true reason she doesn’t want to be seen with ponyboy is because of her parents. we see she clearly doesn’t really care about half of her “friends” or what she’s supposed to do as a soc (beer blasts and river bottom parties), so why would she care if her other friends saw her with pony?

  • Book!Jace: Arrogant, giant jerk, Superiority Complex(TM), no real character development, barely even remembers he has a parabatai. Has potential with his backstory but is reduced to the Hot Guy (TM) and is there to fuel a shitty incest-fantasy.
  • Show!Jace: Soft, gentle, doesn't want to hurt anyone. His parabatai bond with Alec is actually explored, he cares for the people he loves, immediately stops being romantic towards Clary once he thinks she's his sister. Actually has a character and a storyline that shows how his abuse has affected him without being a giant asshole. Needs a nap, multiple blankets, and a big hug.
Why I can’t and won’t finish watching Iron Fist

Before anyone tries to jump down my throat about being a stupid SJW who only cares about the race angle, I would first like to point out that I enjoyed the hell out of Daredevil, another Marvel Netflix show starring a white man practicing Asian martial arts. It’s all in the execution, guys. And the execution here is garbage.

Let’s start with the martial arts. For the love of fuck, if you just HAVE to get a generic white man to play the lead, the least you could do was get one who was good at traditional martial arts. There are a lot of them. Charlie Cox, one Netflix recommendation over, pulls off some of the best fight scenes I have ever seen in a TV show (also, the man can act, so that helps too). Last month, I watched a red-belt student of mine in a local production of Macbeth. At twelve, that kid has more talent (in the acting and martial arts departments) than this Finn Jones tool.

Jessica Henwick’s form is nothing to write home about but at least she’s better than Jones. And both our action heroes would benefit greatly from some less shitty fight choreography and editing. (Guys, just adding loud ‘swoosh’ sound effects isn’t going to trick me into thinking the sword is swinging faster. I can see it).

To add insult to injury, the show condescendingly tries to make me believe that this pasty-ass piece of mediocrity is a better martial artist than Colleen Wing?? Just has him casually trounce her in her own dojo. With those wibbly-wobbly stances, son? I don’t think so. This is not real life, nor is it good fiction. This is some flabby-ass white guy’s jerk-off fantasy of being super awesome and showing up the hot Asian chick without any understanding martial arts whatsoever.

The acting in this show ranges from serviceable to painfully inept (lookin’ at you Meachum Jr. or whatever the fuck your name is, I’ll have forgotten your whole existence by tomorrow for all the impression you leave). Even the competent performances in this show only serve to remind me of more interesting characters from Netflix’s other Marvel shows. For example, Jessica Stroup’s acting is similar to Deborah Ann Woll’s performance as Karen Page, only serving to remind me that Karen Page alone is a more interesting character with more compelling scenes than half the cast of Iron Fist put together.

I will say that Colleen Wing is quite appealing and I applaud Henwick for making her both tough and charming, not an easy line to walk. If I wanted to be mean, I could point out that she is essentially just a Claire Temple 2.0 in terms of her temperament and her role as shelter and support to the Main White Guy at the point of her introduction. But I don’t actually want to pick on Colleen. She’s cute and I like her.

Now, back to being mean: STOP trying to make white characters look cool by having them speak Chinese (or any language they can’t speak for that matter, though I feel Mandarin generally gets a special kind of mangling for the crime of being a tonal language). It doesn’t sound cool. I hate to have to be the one to tell you this, guys. It makes you sound like a fucking idiot. Okay, sure, maybe you succeeded in making your white English-speaking audience think, ‘yeah, that’s really cool, he must be super smart and badass, I want to be like that.’ But White people, I am telling you this for your own good: you don’t want to be like that. Because as cool as that butchered-ass Mandarin may sound to you, it’s like a band-saw to my eardrums. It brings everything to a cringing, teeth-grinding halt in the middle of what might otherwise be a perfectly good scene. Remember when Wilson Fisk had a conversation with Madame Gao in ‘Mandarin’? That was the worst part of Netflix’s Daredevil. Worse, it made me embarrassed for an actor I greatly admire. So, to whoever decided it was a great idea to have Wilson Fisk show off his Mandarin, thanks dickhead. You wrecked an entire scene for my favorite Marvel villain.

Oh yeah, and if any of you want to try to tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about, fucking come at me bro. I have a black belt and 10+ years of training in traditional martial arts. I am a Chinese-American woman, proficient in Japanese and Mandarin, and I double majored in East Asian History and Buddhist studies.

Oh, did I mention that our protagonist keeps condescendingly spouting mystical pseudo-Buddhist bullshit to everyone he meets? And then throws temper tantrums when they (shock!) don’t take him seriously? God, I hate this show.

If I want to see better acting, I can go see a middle school play. If I want to see better fighting, I can go to the dojo and watch my seven-year-old green belts spar. If I want to hear Buddhist philosophy mangled by self-impressed white people, I can go to the yoga studio next door. 

Former Employment

Summary: Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

Notes: Inspired by this ask. I don’t do power imbalance, so nothing happens until Derek is out of Stiles’ class. Also, while there are mentions of porn, there is no actual smut in this. Sorry. (On AO3)

@nogitsunelichen and @cobrilee – this is probably not what you had in mind, but I wrote it!


When Stiles pushes open the doors to the lecture hall, it’s completely empty. He blinks down at his watch in surprise, and realizes he made the walk across campus faster than he realized. There’s always an adjustment period at the beginning of every semester, where he figures out where his classrooms are and how long it’ll take to get there.

Well, he might as well utilize this time, then. He sits at the desk at the front of the room, and gets back to writing his proposal for a class on the influence of society on gender.

He gradually hears students come in as he works, but he keeps focused, because he knows he has at least another ten minutes before class starts.

But when he hears a student ask, “Hey, are you the professor?” he has to look up, and he begins to wish he’d done it a lot sooner.

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Something About a Moment

First, if you haven’t read the earlier installments, you can so here. Second, thank you for sticking with me through this, and I hope you enjoy this. It’s 1 am so I’m too tired to go on a long spiel, but I hope you enjoy. x

The first time Harry imagined what it would be like to undress you, it didn’t involve you passed out in his bed after sobbing through a bottle of Jack Daniels, but to his surprise, nothing ever turns out the way he envisions things anyway. And with his fingers fumbling with the buttons of your jeans, he diverted his attention to the corner of the room as he removed each leg carefully, and set the pants over the edge of the bed.

After successfully maneuvering your limp body into an old pair of basketball shorts, and subtracting your shirt for his grey Harley Davidson tee, he situated yourself beneath the covers, leaking a glass of water and two Tylenol on his bedside table – along with an empty trashcan in case your drinks of the night violently get rejected from your system at any given point – and quietly shut the door behind him as he showed himself to his guest room.

The first time he imagined you in his bed also didn’t quite fit under this scenario, nor does it begin with him catching sight of you at the bar with another man that’s not Niall – though Niall was in tow – but he digresses. The only thing that wanders around Harry’s mind as he lays flat on his back, eyes planted to the ceiling, was the look of utter relief that covered your face when your hesitant glances met his from across the bar only hours before.

He didn’t know his name, didn’t know his relation to you, and didn’t know how this bloke was able to sidle up so easily next to you and succeed his advances, but with your head leant back resting on the cushion of the booth seats, arms folded over your torso, and your male counterpart resting his arm just behind your head, it didn’t take much for Harry to process that whoever this guy was, he was able to step quicker than he ever could, and in conclusion, got you before he stood a chance.

For a girl who doesn’t date, he must be special, he thought.

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Shout out to the dumb boys who yanked my scarf off in the hallways and then laughed when I dropped all my books. Shout out to the guy who thought it was funny to go behind me during class and pull my bra strap to hear it snap then got defensive when I brought my fist out. Shout out to the guys who would say ‘that shit around your head is ugly you think you’re pretty?’ ‘let’s get married so I can see ur hair’ shout out to you because I love wearing hijab 100000x more because of you jerks

12x10 - “Pterodactyl Screeching into the void” - Part 1

My title is borrowed from @postmodernmulticoloredcloak comment on my crazy blogging after first watching this episode earlier. I feel like it is a fitting title for how this episode made me feel. To clarify, these are very very happy pterodactyls.

Steve Yokey wrote this episode and he appears to have well and truly taken up the gap left when Robbie Thompson sadly left the show. In fact this episode to me channels the ghost of Robbie in many different ways. From the fanfiction-esque moments of poor suffering third wheel Sam, to the meta nod to Charlie Bradbury, there is much of Robbie to be found here. Basically, it was bloody perfect.

I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come. Yokey has picked up the characterisations brilliantly, and seems to have an understanding of what the fandom desperately craves in terms of Castiel, his character, his personality and his development. I adored his sass in this episode. Some other writers *cough*bucklemming*cough* struggle to really capture Castiel’s sass and humour. Showing their lack of understanding of Castiel’s persona and his intelligence and instead writing him in a way that is jarring and sometimes basically stupid. Castiel is far from stupid. In this episode he was written perfectly, in a way I haven’t seen since Edlund’s time. Is that a sweeping statement? Maybe. But I’m still riding my high so let me have it this time.

This episode gave us three of my favourite things. Badass and Sassy Castiel, Overprotective grumpy husband Dean, and poor long suffering brother Sam. (baring in mind this is how they are usually written in fanfiction nowadays this is exactly my jam and I am so so happy to see it play out on screen. Seriously who sold their soul to Crowley for this episode?)

This review will also be in two parts. Because I have so freaking much to say about it.

The first part will focus on destiel, the second on everything else including Castiel’s emotional arc (as separate from destiel), his relationships with angels, angels and gender and Lily Sunder’s character.

PART 1 - ALL THE DESTIEL

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I’m super upset by this cuz I have no idea it was going on, but I’m glad Ethan said this.

Disappointed.

Communities like ours are literally built on trust, kindness, and the need to keep each other alive. Ethan likes to thank us, and we thank him back, because we saved each other, so why is it the second some of us got to meet Ethan we suddenly are at each other’s throats?

To @crankgameplays and all of those that were threatened: I am so sorry. It may never get to meet Ethan but I can promise you that if you need someone to talk to I’ll be right here to stand up for you and your beautiful butt! I will never be jealous no matter who you get to meet because I’m lucky I ever even found this silly little website called YouTube, filled with these dorky guys, gals, and non-binary pals who make me happy!

I am here for you.
I love you.
I will take care of you.
I will protect you.
Because that’s what families do.

TO THOSE JERKS THAT THREATENED SOME OF MY BABIES:
Get out of here.
Disable your accounts and don’t watch YouTube until you understand what it feels like to be alone.
Because we may not know your real identity, but we know your usernames, and that’s all we need to know to block, mute, and report you.
I don’t like to swear directly at people but lemme just say:
Fuck. You.
Fuck you and all that bullshit you decided to pull simply because some of us were lucky enough to go to Indy and meet some of the YouTubers that changed our lives.

Disappointed.

great romances of the 21st century | (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader, highschool! Jin 
genre/warnings: drama, fluff, smut, comedy 
words: 12,799
summary: in which you must tutor the most arrogant and pretentious jerk that ever existed, who can’t seem to concentrate on anything other than football, working out and girls… but then something changes and you find yourself thinking – maybe Kim Seokjin isn’t so bad after all?


Kim Seokjin was a jerk. You were sure of it. The captain of the football team, who only cared about three things in life. 1. Football (obviously) 2. Working out and 3. Girls. In that order. Obviously, he had to work out to keep his place as best football player your high school had ever had, and then the girls definitely helped his image, (What was a football player without girls?) but football was his number one priority. You were sure you’d never seen him pick up a pen in his whole life – you should know. You shared biology class with him, and history – and creative writing.

Kim Seokjin didn’t have a creative bone in his body. Well, unless it was fancying himself in the mirror. He was very creative when it came to his looks. He always had the most fashionable clothing, hairstyles – hair colours. Right now, he was blonde, and like always he was as handsome as ever. Yes – you could admit he was handsome because, well – he just was okay. All the girls knew it; all the guys knew it; Jin knew it. That’s what made him so undeniably unappealing. He was arrogant. He loved himself, and that’s what made him a jerk.

That and he was treated like a king. He had no time for peasants in your high school, only time for his other numbskull jock friends and airhead basic bitches that followed him around practically drooling on the floor. Come to think of it, you’d never uttered a word to him and he the same too. Not that you were bothered of course. He was Kim Seokjin – the jerk. However, that was all about to change today, because he needed your help and you were being forced to give it to him.

Getting called to the principal’s office was about the most anxiety inducing thing you could imagine – you did all your class work and homework! Hell – you even did extra work at home off your own back. You were a model student; well, you liked to think so anyway and hearing your name being called on the loudspeaker at lunch broke you out into a cold sweat. What could possibly be wrong?

Well, you did have a run in with Min Yoongi this morning. Another mindless football jerk. You were sure all the team had about one brain cell between them, and you had told him that much when he walked into you this morning as you were closing your locker up. What kind of idiot didn’t watch where he was going? …He wouldn’t have told on you, would he? He wasn’t that petty – even if you did tell him his gummy grin was – and you quote – ‘vomit inducing’ when he bit back a laugh as he watched you overreact. …Maybe you had been a bit harsh, even his friends had laughed at your insult and you had watched him shuffle off with a slight blush travelling up his neck. It still didn’t stop him from whacking one of the guys upside the head for giggling though – so he couldn’t have felt too embarrassed. Anyway, it was his own fault for not looking where he was going and making you drop your books… You wouldn’t apologise if it was actually him.

However, the worry was for nothing as it turned out it was nothing to do with Min Yoongi. However, in hindsight you would have probably preferred that anyway, because the real reason was much, much worse. In the form of a much bigger, much more annoying jerk – Kim Seokjin.

You knocked on the door lightly, waiting for Mr. Song to answer you and when you heard his voice telling you to come in, you already had your speech ready. “Sir, it was all Min Yoongi’s fault, he walked into me because he wasn’t watching where he was going and whatever he said –  it isn’t true!” However, as you walked in and looked up, mouth open, ready to go, your eyes met Jin.

You furrowed your brows, confusion washing over you as he made eye contact with you and then looked down quickly, looking disinterested, his arms crossed against his chest. Damn. He was wearing that purple jacket that made his ashy blonde hair pop. Why did he have to look so good? You shook your head, irradiating the stupid thoughts that entered – he may be handsome on the outside, but inside, not so much. What kind of guy called themselves handsome? – Ones who thought way too much of themselves, obviously!

What was he doing here anyway? What were you doing here, begged the bigger question? You vaguely heard your principle welcome you and tell you to sit down, and you followed his orders, seating yourself on the chair next to Jin. You couldn’t help but shoot a sly glance at him, looking away quickly when he too did the same thing and when you curiously looked back he was looking at the floor again, puffing out his lips out, unresponsive.

“Y/N, I have a proposition for you…” Mr. Song stared, his voice hopeful, as if he needed you to agree. You sat up straighter, alert now; morbidly intrigued. It could only end badly if Kim Seokjin was sat next to you.

“You know Seokjin here…” he started, pointing with a nod of his head towards him and you nodded back, murmuring, “He’s in a few of my classes.”

But he wasn’t really listening anyway, carrying on and talking over you. “Of course you know him - he’s our star football player!” He practically gushed and you had to stop the automatic roll of your eyes. Yes – even Mr. Song was in love with Jin. Pathetic, really.

“Hmm, I don’t really pay attention. I hate sport.” You answered flippantly, and he looked at you shocked for a moment, as if you had just admitted to killing your whole family, before you heard Jin scoff and you turned to glare at him, willing him to look at you so he could burn in your death glare.

“Ah-hum,” Mr. Song coughed, trying to gain your attention again. “Well, anyway – Seokjin here is a bit – umm, how should I put this…behind in some of his classes – mainly maths, and well, he needs someone to tutor him.”

No. You knew this was coming after the words ‘behind class’ – and no. No way were you tutoring Kim Seokjin. Mr. Song must have clocked your reaction, the tell-tale signs of your brows raising up on top of wide eyes racked with disbelief, because he was spilling out more words hastily.

“He would just need some extra help for the math final, just to get him into the college he wants to go to. Come on Y/N – be a good sport…” he added lowly, before laughing at his little ‘pun’ you guessed, looking over at Jin for approval and you followed, watching the boy smile back appeasing him. Well, at least you both agreed on something – Mr. Song wasn’t funny.

“But Sir,” you practically whined. “I’ll be busy revising for my own math final. I don’t have time.”

He looked down at you through his glasses, judging you it seemed, calling your bluff even. “Y/N,” he began lightly. “We all know you’re the top at math – our number one student – there’s no one else, other than you, in this school that could be a benefit to Seokjin here. He needs your help…”

He was using flattery now. You weren’t stupid. It wouldn’t work anyway, even if it was true. You wouldn’t do it. Was Jin even bothered? He hadn’t said one thing to convince you, and you shot another look sideways at him. His arms were now gripping the sides of the chair he sat on, his head leaning back to stare at the ceiling. You’d take that as a no then.

You turned back to Mr. Song. “I’ll think about it.”

“OH COME ON, Y/N!”

The outburst shocked you motionless for a while, and delayed, you turned your head to look at Jin, eyes blown out in surprise. His must have matched yours too, because his were just as wide, obviously taken back by his own strong reaction, and he coughed a little to clear his throat, before carrying on.

“I’m not that stupid. It won’t take up all your time – I promise you.”

His voice was soft now, almost as if he was trying to persuade you, and you inwardly frowned. This was new. Was he just trying to manipulate you into saying yes? It seemed a weird topic for him to become so passionate about, and you hated to admit it, but hearing him finally address you made you feel odd, and your heartbeat quickened as you tried to shake him off.

“Y/N… You should really consider this.” Your principle was speaking again now, and you pried your eyes away from Jin’s intense stare. “It will count towards extra credit. You’re GPA will gain from this…”

Damn it. Damn him. Damn Jin. Damn everyone. You were a sucker for extra credit, anything that helped raise your GPA score was a god send. You wanted top marks – you wanted it all, and Mr. Song knew that, that’s why he was asking you. You weren’t stupid, there were tons of other kids that he could have asked to help Jin. You weren’t the only person good at math, no matter what he said, but you were the only person that was a sucker for raising your grades. Your education meant everything to you.

“Hmm, what – like helping the less fortunate or something?” You mused, obviously being sarcastic, but you weren’t giving up without a fight. If you had to tutor Jin, you weren’t gonna make it easy.

You heard Jin scoff in surprise, and as you turned your head to look at him, his mouth fell open, offended by the words that were now leaving your principles mouth.

“Well… you could put it like that I guess. Whatever makes you agree.”

You bit back a smirk, sucking your bottom lip inside your mouth. This was too funny – but you were still about to play hard to get.

“I need a night to think about it.”

“Oh come on!” Jin exclaimed again, his arms coming up in protest. Wow, this boy really was desperate for some tuition it seemed…

One – night,” you emphasised, your gaze hard against his, and he watched you steadily for a moment, before rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest again – defeated.

“I’ll let Mr. Song know my decision tomorrow morning. Now if you excuse me – ” you said tartly, getting up from your seat. “ – I must go. I need to get to Chemistry class earlier.”


You didn’t get very far down the hall when you heard footsteps behind you, running footsteps, hard and bouncy as they came towards you, and before you had time to turn around, strong arms gripped you and did it for you, making you gasp in surprise.

Jin was in front of you, eyes pleading, his hands clutched in a begging motion as he breathed heavily, trying to catch it back. He must have chased you from the principal’s office. Weren’t athletes supposed to be fit? Wait – was he an athlete? He played football, but did that make him an athlete…maybe that was just for runners? You had no clue. The only thing you ever failed in at life was sport. It was the bane of your existence and you hated it.

“Y/N, please,” he begged lowly, his eyes boring into yours. Was he trying the soft approach now? The begging one? You would not admit that the use of your name made your knees quake together. Damn him for his outside handsomeness.

“I said I’ll make my decision by tomorrow,” you reiterated from earlier, clenching your fists at your sides, willing yourself to keep strong.

He let out a strained groan, his eyes flashing annoyed now, as they grew darker. “We all know that means no. What could you possibly need to think about? It’s either a yes or a no.”

You were momentarily speechless, the rough passion in his voice making you doubt yourself. He really wanted this? Well, no – needed it probably, and you were left puffing like a goldfish, words unable to leave your mouth.

“Please.” He begged again, his hands coming out to grip your arms, harshly at first, but he realised quickly and softened the hold, his face washing over with seriousness. “I need to pass math otherwise I won’t be accepted into the college I wanna go to. You don’t understand how much stress I’m under. They’ll only scout me if my GPA is evened out. Football isn’t enough to get me in fully, and I promise you - I’m okay at all the subjects, it’s honestly just math. Please.”

The last please seemed like a last-ditch attempt to make you say yes, almost as if he had given up, your face not giving anything away as he basically laid his life out on the line – your line, right? You would be the only one in this school to agree to tutoring him for extra credit. You. No one else, and you couldn’t live with the guilt of being the reason someone didn’t get into their dream college – even if it was Kim Seokjin.

Your eyes softened the exact same time that he gave up, dropping his hands from you and sighing, a small forget it leaving his lips as he went to turn around.

“Okay.” You quipped, and he stopped in his tracks, his head swinging back to look at you shocked, his mouth open in question.

“I’ll do it. However, there’s one condition…” you began, and Jin nodded his head vigorously, a smile forming at his cheeks, and you swallowed to hide the effect it had on you – you had made him smile. What the hell was wrong with you?

“Anything,” he breathed.

“Everything is done under my conditions. I have finals too, you know, so I decide when we meet, okay?”

He went to protest, incoherent sounds leaving his mouth, but you held your hand out, stopping him. “Understand?” You asked again, through gritted teeth, and he give a small nod. “Starting from today. I want it meet after school.”

“I-I have football practise. Can’t we do it tomorrow?” He asked, his stuttering making you flush – you liked having this effect on him. It was definitely different.

“No can do.” You replied tartly. “My rules or –

“Ok! Ok!” He interrupted hastily. “After practise then…”

“What’s the earliest you can finish?”

“6.30? Maybe? I don’t know?” He thought out loud, and watched you with confusion as you held your hand out, open in front of him.

“Phone!” You ordered, as if he was stupid. “I’ll put my number in so you can text me your address.”

He pulled it out of his front pocket and placed it in your hand, and you quickly started tapping in your number, before handing it back to him and you watched him raise an eyebrow at the name you’d put it under.

YOUR SAVIOUR

Fitting, you thought. The only name worthy.

“I’ll be there at half six, okay?” You confirmed, and he nodded, stunned into silence it seemed. Well, there was a first for everything. “Make sure you have everything you need; I don’t feel like bringing all my text books.”

“Wow, you’re really bossy mind.” He observed, and you stifled a giggle – before you were stunned into silence.

“I like it.” He smiled happily, a fond look on his face as he turned away from you and started to walk off, placing his cellphone back in his pocket. “See you later, doll.”

Doll? Did Kim Seokjin just call you doll? But more importantly why did you not hate it – and why did it make you blush?


Your blushing attitude didn’t last very long though, because at half six you found yourself outside his front door, freezing to death because no one was there. There were no cars in the driveway, so you guessed his parents were still in work and Jin was nowhere to be seen. You had walked to the address he’d messaged you, after you realised he only lived a couple of streets across from you – now you were beginning to regret it. You should’ve taken your damn car if you knew he would do this. He said 6.30 – it was now nearing quarter too, and you were angry.

Just as you were about to give up and walk away, silently cursing at yourself for being soft and agreeing to help the biggest jerk around, you hard the rumble of a car engine behind you, and as you turned around you saw Jin hastily pulling up into his driveway, shutting down the car and rushing out. He took one look at your face of thunder and fought to get his words out as they jumbled one over the other.

“B-Before you say anything - I’m sorry. I tried to leave as fast as I could but coach wanted to speak to me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, unrelenting. “We’re like nearly half an hour behind schedule now.”

“I said I was sorry, okay? What more do you want me to do? I can’t just up and leave when he wants to talk about important things – so shut up.” His reply was tarty, and shocked you into silence. He wasn’t angry, and he didn’t say it in a mean way, but you felt whatever was about to leave your mouth moments before, disappear. You guess he was right – even if you didn’t understand it, football was important to him; he literally orbited around it.

You watched him put his key into the lock and twist the door handle and you followed him inside, careful not to nose around too much in fear of looking rude. He lived in a nice house though – why wouldn’t he?

“You didn’t bring your car here?” He asked, trying to make conversation as you made your way upstairs and you shook your head.

“No, I walked. I realised we only live a few minutes apart.”

You’d answered him, but you couldn’t fight the niggle in the back of your mind about how he had started the small talk and it was only right for you to also take part. You didn’t know why, but you were always like this. You couldn’t let it be.

“Your parents in work?”

He hummed in reply, opening the door into his room and entering, chucking his bag into the corner between his wardrobe and desk. “They work late on a Wednesday.”

It wasn’t until you watched him sit down on his bed, that you realised you were still in the doorway. You were in Kim Seokjin’s bedroom. Now, normally stuff like this wouldn’t faze you. Why would you ever want to be in his bedroom? But now, well – it was different. You’d never spoken one word to him before, but things were changing, and you noticed him look at you quizzically as you continued to hover inside his door.

“You can sit down, you know. I mean, I don’t think we’re gonna get any work done with you at the door about to take off.” He said sarcastically, kicking off his shoes.

You jutted forward, feeling flustered that’s he’d noticed your awkwardness and made a beeline for his desk chair.

“No – the bed,” he whined. “How am I meant to see when you’re all the way over there?”

You turned back slowly, your steps heavy as you made it to his bed and sat on the edge, dropping your bag at your feet. “How can you work on a bed?” You asked, crinkling your nose. It was much more beneficial if you used a desk.

“I can do many things on a bed,” he winked, and you felt disgust wash over, grossed out by his innuendo. He saw the wince on your face and laughed. “You don’t like me very much, do you?”

“I don’t know you,” you quipped, feeling a blush travel up your chest to your face at his directness.

He gave you a knowing look, as if to call your bluff, and you proceeded to defend yourself. “I don’t know you Jin – I haven’t said one word to you at all – ever before!”

He laughed again. “You know me well enough to call me Jin,” he noted.

“I don’t like the name Seokjin,” you shot back. You didn’t like him winding you up, you felt singled out.

“Mean,” he pouted. “See? You don’t like me – or my friends.” He added. You saw the tell-tale signs of a smirk twitch on his face, but he hid it well.

“I don’t know them either,” you protested.

“Wrong. You honestly just don’t like them. You told Yoongi he had a vomit inducing smile.” He teased.

“A grin actually – a smile wouldn’t have been enough to cause me to vomit – well – ” you corrected yourself, adding “ – it’s Min Yoongi, so…”

At that Jin burst out laughing. It sounded like wind screen wipers squeaking on a window and the whole bed shook. Despite your shock at such an ugly laugh coming from such a handsome, and you thought – put together guy – you couldn’t help feel happiness wash over as he complimented you with a You’re so funny.

“Ok! Ok!” You rushed him, feeling awkward now that the conversation had gone so off track – and by the fact you’d been enjoying it… “Let’s get on with this – Are you gonna have a shower or something?” You asked, side eyeing him.

He didn’t look like he’d had one after practice, still in the clothes he was wearing earlier, so you were unsure.

“No, that’s your punishment,” he quipped, sitting cross legged now as he got comfy. “I would have had one after practise but someone gave me a deadline to swear my life on. She said if I didn’t meet her by half 6 she would kill all my family,” he spoke dramatically and you rolled your eyes, although had to bite your lip to hide your smile.

“Well, you do realise you were like 20 minutes late, so maybe your parents aren’t working late…” you joked, and watched him mock sudden realisation, before he started laughing again, the wipers back.

“Okay – come on,” you giggled, not being able to help yourself – his laugh was infectious. “Let’s get on with it,” and you bent over to reach into your bag as he continued to speak.

“If you smell sweat - it’s your own fault. Maybe, I’ll even rub my armpit in your face for punishment.”

“You’re really weird, do you know that?” You asked, sitting back up, books in hand. Jin was turning out to be nothing like you imagined. Of course – he was still a jerk, but he was also a secret nerd it seemed.

He nodded in agreement. “Maybe I’m not what you expected…” he added lowly, leaning his head to you, and you couldn’t help but notice how crystal clear his skin was. So unfair, why was the guy who loved himself actually breathtakingly beautiful?

“I don’t have any expectations,” you spouted quickly, feeling defensive again. Why did he have this effect on you and why was your heart beginning to beat super-fast?

He was about to say something else, when his eyes fell down into your lap, and he exhaled. “Hey! You said you weren’t gonna bring your books!”

“I know that, but I didn’t trust you. What if you didn’t have any? What if your notes were really shit? I couldn’t take that chance – Let’s just use these.” You informed him, grabbing them in between your hands and shaking them about. He looked slightly offended before nodding his, and you mimicked his seating position, kicking off your shoes, before crossing your legs too.

You had only been working for about half an hour when his phone buzzed, and he pulled it out of his pocket, squealing with glee as he read over a text message, and began to type away speedily, your math work going painfully ignored as the messages pinged back and forth.

“I’m sorry. Am I disturbing you here?” You shot sarcastically, as he left you to practically twiddle with your own thumbs.

“Oh oops,” he smiled, too preoccupied with the screen, and finally, after typing out one final reply, he placed his cell down. “It’s my date from last weekend. She can’t keep away. Maehee – you know her?” He asked and you hid your grimace well.

Park Maehee? The bitch who had thrown your favourite book in the trash and laughed when you cried in Elementary school? Yeah, you knew here. It wasn’t like you were holding a grudge or anything…

“Hmm, yeah I know her.” You quipped. “Are you dating?”

“Ha! No!” He scoffed, looking at you as if you were stupid. “I took her out for one meal and then I invited her back to mine later on – You should probably know that I haven’t had time to change the sheets since,” he added, winking at you.

You mouth fell open in shock at his crude implications, before you shook yourself out of it, already quick with a comeback.

“You mean, your mom hasn’t had time to the change the sheets” and he narrowed his eyes at you, before laughing.

“Just because Miss. Prissy is still a virgin, there’s no need to take it out on me,” he shot and your eyes flashed in anger.

“I am not!”

The words were out before you could stop yourself, your nostrils flared in defence and you shot a hand over your mouth as you heard yourself.

“Now, now, Y/N. I’m your classmate,” he grinned. “You can be honest with me. I won’t judge you for being a virgin – no need to lie.” He replied, raising an eyebrow and you frowned.

You weren’t lying though. Not that it was any of his business, but you were angry now, that he didn’t believe you. What was so unbelievable about it?

“I’m not a virgin,” you repeated, arms crossed against your chest now.

“Really?” He asked, shocked, and you rolled your eyes. “Then who was it with?”

“It’s done of your business,” you retorted, watching him with a defiant stare.

“I won’t believe you until you give me a name – and don’t give me that ‘oh it’s someone I met at summer camp…’ That’s a lie if I ever did here one, and don’t say –

“Jungkook!” You exclaimed, giving up and thrashing your arms to your sides. You had already had enough of his whining and you wanted him to stop, and at the name that fell from your lips he stopped, whatever he was about to continue with, a distant memory, his jaw falling open.

“What?” He questioned in disbelief.

“It was Jungkook, okay?”

“Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook?” He repeated, just to make sure and you groaned. How many Jungkook’s were there in your school?

“I don’t believe you,” he snipped, as if he had the right to be annoyed that you were supposedly lying to him.

“I don’t care.” You shrugged. It didn’t matter if he didn’t believe you, and you went back to your notes, trying to find the corresponding page in your textbook for trigonometry.

There was a pregnant pause, before a train of questions were falling from his lips all at once. “How can it be him? He’s a nerd. When did it happen? How did it happen? Are you two together?”

“Oh for god’s sakes!” You exclaimed, throwing your book down. “Will you shut up if I tell you?” and he nodded obediently, his lips puffing out.

“Fine! Not that it’s any of your business – but well, it was him because he’s my friend, and it happened after we both agreed to it – and no, we aren’t together.”

He looked confused for a moment, before blinking rapidly, a question on the tip of his tongue again – you knew it!

“What? So, it was like a pact? One of those ‘if we’re still not married by the time we’re 40, we’ll marry each other’ sorta thing?” He mused, and you shook your head, another groan leaving your mouth.

“Not really, but whatever you want to think,” you give in. You really didn’t care; he could think whatever he wanted.

“Weelll jeeeez,” he exhaled loudly, disbelief filling his voice. “You could have come to me if I’dda known – y’know – a real man… Maybe next time, huh?” he winked, leering at you – teasing you, and you shuddered.

“Yeah – no thanks,” you stated. “I’d rather have sex with Yoongi.”

And that was enough for him to shut up and get on with studying, until it was nearing half 9 and time for you to go. It was dark out by now, and he eyed you warily as he opened the front door.

“Are you sure you’re ok to walk home?” He asked and wait – was that concern etching on his face? For you? Was he feeling alright?

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m only a couple of blocks away.”

“No, wait – I better give you a ride. I don’t want my math tutor getting kidnapped before I’ve passed my final.”

You ignored his joke and nodded, feeling unexpectedly shy. This didn’t seem like something Kim Seokjin would do, and the car journey to yours was made in silence as you nearly concluded that maybe he wasn’t so bad after all…

Nearly

Because as you got out the passenger seat and exchanged your goodbyes, already half way up your garden path he beeped his horn and shouted.

“Next time you come over min, bring your car – I don’t want to be doing this every single time!”


As time went on, things with Jin became more bearable. Most of the time he arrived punctually and you found you could even exchange laughs between the two of you, even if he did most often than not, turn into a giant idiot. Although, he’d learnt by now not to wind you up – he’d quickly realised you had a killer right hook on you… Before you knew it, a couple of weeks had past and finals were just around the corner.

You said most of the time he was punctual, but tonight he was late – half an hour late, and once again his parents weren’t home, leaving you alone in the freezing cold.

Once he did turn up, his face was stoic, and he slammed the door of his car with a bang, storming past you without much of a glance, and you swallowed the remark that was about to fall from your mouth, because he looked pretty fricking pissed, and all you could do was follow him through the house, until you reached his bedroom and you watched him practically collapse on to his bed, not bothering to take his shoes off, and he lifted his arm over his eyes as a loud sigh fell from his lips.

You stood awkwardly by his bed, wondering if you should just suggest to leave, something was obviously bothering him and you dithered back and forth on your feet.

“Before you say anything, don’t bother,” he said suddenly, his voice flat.

He must have taken your dithering for irritation, and you sucked your bottom lip inside your mouth. For some reason, you didn’t feel like replying with a witty comeback.

“I wasn’t going to say anything.”

He stilled for a moment, before he removed his arm, looking at you confused. You perched yourself on the edge of his bed, next to his feet and looked up at him. He looked tired. Like really tired, on the verge of being exhausted. His eyes puffy and bloodshot, his face swollen, and for the second time this evening you thought maybe you should offer to go home, but then you wondered if he may need someone right now, so you wiggled closer to him, scooting so that you were sitting next to his head.  

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

He stayed silent for moment, watching you curiously, as if wondering did you really care at all? But then he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.

“Everything,” he whined, muffled. “Coach is telling me I’m falling behind even though I go to practice every day after school. He says I need to practice more, but how can I when I have my finals to study for? I need to work on those too, and don’t even get me started on math. Like, you’ve been helping me for two weeks now and I haven’t improved at all! – And to top it all off, I’ve just found out that the math final is the day before the scouting game. THE only and only game that decides my fate!” He exclaimed.

It seemed that one word had opened a flood gate to everything that had been bothering him for a long while and he sat up suddenly, lifting his knees up to bury his head in them. You went to say something supported, but he wasn’t done yet.

“I’m hella tired, I fell asleep at four this morning because I had a shit tonne of homework I had to do but didn’t have time. I haven’t eaten at all today, and now I’m just scared…”

“Scared of what?” You wondered out loud, and he twisted the side of his face to look at you from his position, an anguished look spread across his face,

“That I’m gonna fail everything and not get in to college.”

The honesty of his confession stunned you for a second. Why had you always thought that Jin didn’t care about anything other than football? It was stupid now, thinking about it. You hadn’t known him back then – well, you didn’t really know him now, but you felt your chest bloom as you thought about how he had chosen you to confide in, and you wanted to reassure him.

You knelt up, your hands finding their way to his knees and he looked up shocked as you shook him slightly.

“You’re not going to fail because you’re doing perfectly alright the way you are now. You have improved with math – trust me. Hell – you weren’t even that bad to begin with, and when it comes to your other finals, maybe I can help you with them too – if you want?” You added, and he went to protest, but then fell silent.

“As for football – well, I can’t help you there, but I know you’re the captain for a reason. Coach doesn’t know what he’s on about…” you smirked, trying to make him feel better.

In the process of your speech, your hand had slid past his knee to his thigh, right next to his own, and you jolted when you felt him outstretch his fingertips and touch yours. It was a barely there touch, but you felt it anyway and your eyes became wide. When did his face get this close? Your noses were practically touching at this point. Had you leaned in when you were getting unnecessarily passionate? It seemed that way, and for a moment you held your breath, not trusting your heart rate to stay regular. He seemed to be holding his breath too, as he stared at you with the same wide eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing away in his throat as he swallowed deeply and then he was speaking, shaking his head as he pulled back, his fingers leaving yours.

“Why are you being so nice to me? It doesn’t suit you.”

His words weren’t said in a mean way; more perplexed if anything and you were pulled out of your trance at his words, quickly sliding away from him, jumping up off the bed, desperate to get away. What the hell was that? It was weird, and all you could see were his plush, pink lips haunting you as you blinked, willing to change the subject.

“Err… You said you haven’t eaten all day?” You thought suddenly and he nodded weakly, pushing himself back against his headboard, not looking you in the eyes.

“Then I’ll make you something! A sandwich! You have bread, right?” You asked, already making your way to door, and he nodded again.

You had already turned and were leaving through the threshold when he spoke again. His voice softly spoken.

“I lied – It does suit you. I think you should be nice to me more often.”

You felt the blush form against your cheeks as you turned around to face him, silently cursing and all you could do was give him a shy smile, before you legged it downstairs.

When you finally made your way back upstairs with a randomly concocted sandwich, Jin was fast asleep, laying down again and turned on his side. You stalled, hovering in the doorway. You shouldn’t wake him up. He was tired and he needed his sleep. So, you tip-toed to his side and placed the plate on his night stand, before taking another look at him. He looked peaceful and cute. Damn him. You grabbed the blanket he had at the end of his bed and placed it over him, not wanting him to get cold. The last thing he needed was to get sick when he had so much on, and then you left quietly, taking your things as you went.


It was your turn to have trouble sleeping tonight and you tossed and turned all night, finally giving up when the buzz of your phone sounded off, and you sat up, silently curious as to who the hell was texting you at gone two in the morning.

[2:21AM] JIN: I fell asleep on you?

[2:21AM] YOU: uh huh. I thought it would be best to leave you to rest.

[2:21AM] YOU: you’ve only just woken up?

[2:21AM] JIN: yeah, I’m wide awake now

[2:22AM] JIN: also there’s a sandwich next to my head

[2:22AM] JIN: …thank you

[2:22AM] JIN: oh shit! It’s half 2

[2:22AM] JIN: I didn’t realise I’m sorry. Did I wake you?

[2:23AM] YOU: no it’s ok I was awake anyway couldn’t sleep

[2:23AM] JIN: oh you should try to

[2:23AM] JIN: you need to wake early we’re gonna have to study at lunch tomorrow     seeing as we missed a night :P

[2:23AM] JIN: I’ll tell you something funny to make you sleep

[2:24AM] YOU: how will that make me sleep? 😂

[2:24AM] JIN: shh just listen

[2:24AM] JIN: I think something crazy has happened to Y/N’s brain…

You frowned for a moment, confused, gripping the screen closer to you as you watched the dots bounce around as Jin typed out his reply

[2:25AM] JIN: she put a blanket over me … is she going soft?

[2:25AM] YOU: …

[2:25AM] YOU: GOODNIGHT

[2:25AM] JIN: 😂

[2:26AM] JIN: no! wait

[2:26AM] JIN: ur turn

[2:26AM] JIN: you tell me something funny

[2:26AM] JIN: pretty please

[2:27AM] YOU: FINE

[2:27AM] YOU: jungkook keeps asking me why yoongi keeps calling him jungcock…

[2:27AM] YOU: that wouldn’t have something to do with you by any chance ??

[2:28AM] JIN: …

[2:28AM] JIN: OH would you look at that I’m sleepy again

[2:28AM] JIN: goodnight!

You sighed to yourself, but couldn’t help the smile that itched its way across your face. What the hell was wrong with you? It was worrying, but somehow you managed to fall asleep, Jin’s texts in the middle of the night cheering you up slightly, relaxing you even…


The next couple of weeks passed by in a blur of helping Jin with his math and in the end just studying together ready for finals. You’d catch any break you had in school to cram something in; mornings, lunch, time before each period – anything you could get and at one point your best friend had thought you were now secretly dating.

“We’re not dating! Sanha, how many times do I have to tell you?” You half-yelled one morning, when you were waiting for Jin to turn up ready to go over some biology. The final was later today and you really needed to read over cell structure.

“Well, I won’t believe you no matter how many times. Do you know how weird it is to not hear you call him a jerk every hour of the day?” She shot back.

“He’s still a jerk – just not as big of a one,” you shrugged.

She eyed you as if you had truly lost your mind, and was about to say something when Jin had come from behind you, poking your sides as he shouted Boo in your ear and you screamed, turning around to whack at him playfully as the two of you giggled. When you turned back to say goodbye to her, she was already walking off, shooting a questioning glance in your direction, and you mimed ‘go away’ at her inconspicuously.

It was now the morning of Jin’s football match, having had your math final the previous day and somehow he had convinced you to go. He said needed moral support or some rubbish that he spouted and you reluctantly agreed, but more so because you were nervous about everything that was happening. Everything Sanha had said lately had been placing doubt in your mind and you wondered if you truly did like Jin? You had seen him literally every day since you first started tutoring him a month ago, and it had gotten to the point where you had begun to miss him when he wasn’t around.

Just last night you had been lying in bed feeling dejected at the thought of not hanging around with him as often – if at all, now that finals were over. There was no reason to, and he probably didn’t want to anyway. Going to his football game was the only thing you could do – the last hurrah, but half way there you got called by your math teacher. She had some good news. You’d passed your math final – but on top of that so had Jin! You couldn’t explain the excitement that washed over and you hugged her.

“Wow there Y/N – you must have known you were going to pass?” She laughed, and you smiled, already running down the hall to get outside. It wasn’t you, you were happy about – it was Jin! He’d passed! Now all he had to do was get his scholarship for college and he was ready to go!

You just made it the bleachers in time to see Jin getting ready to make his way to the pitch and you watched him turn his head, scanning the crowds, until finally his eyes met yours and they brightened up, his eyes turning up into little crescent moons as he grinned at you and you waved as you sat down. You’d tell him about his final afterwards. Hopefully it would be the second-best news he would get to hear today.

He played well – well you thought so anyway, and you found yourself making little noises of encouragement or gasping when something went wrong. You were at the edge of your seat when time was nearly up, scared that the opposing team would somehow score 20 points in the remaining ten seconds, but finally the whistle blew and they had done it. They had won – Jin had won! And you found yourself cheering like a mad person, watching as the team hugged each other and then then you noticed a man in a suit making his way over to Jin – the scouter! You watched with bated breath as they spoke in hushed whispers and then the man left and Jin turned around –a smile outstretched on his face – that’s all you needed to jump up and run over to him on the field, bumping into people as you tried to get to him and then he looked up and saw you, his smile growing wider as you neared him.

“Congratulations,” you smiled back.

“I did it Y/N! I think I’m going to college!” He grinned in disbelief.

“No – you are definitely going to college!” You corrected, and he raised his eyebrows, confused. “You passed your math!”

“Shut up.” He said lowly, wide eyed.

“Seriously Jin! You got a 91!!” You shouted in joy and then you yelped as he ran into you, picking you up by your waist, laughing hysterically and spinning you around, and you wrapped your legs around him to stop yourself from falling, your arms finding their way around his neck, as you joined him in laughter.

He placed you down gently once he began to get dizzy, but his arms still held your waist, your arms too around his neck, and he smiled coyly.

“What did you get?”

“98,” you admitted bashfully and he giggled.

“I knew you would, you’re my little genius!”

His little genius? His? The words made you feel strange, like you were floating on air and then he was shaking you a little, to get your attention back.

“Come to Hoseok’s party tonight? It’s in celebration of our win – Comeee on!” He whined, when you made a face. Parties weren’t really your thing…

“I want you to be there, otherwise I won’t have fun…” he joked cutely, as he scrunched up his nose, and without thinking you took your finger and poked it. The motion was so affectionate that he stared at you for a minute, before he began to lean closer and suddenly the noise of the cheering around you both became muted. It was just you and him, and you began to lose yourself. What was happening? When did you become so fond of Kim Seokjin? This wasn’t right… was it? But before you could think anymore, someone nudged into you, a couple of guys that must’ve gotten a little too excited and the spell was broken.

You dropped your arms from his neck and began to step backwards, making his hands fall from their spot at your waist.

“I don’t know…” you started, answering his previous question. “Parties aren’t –

However, you were interrupted. Interrupted by Maehee wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her face rubbing against his neck and he looked behind him in shock, before a smile appeared on his face.

“Jinnie,” she squealed. “You did it! Congrats!”

Wait – was he still seeing her? You mean, it was possible –it had only been a month; however, he hadn’t said anything to you. But you knew your mistake – why would he tell you anything? You weren’t his friend… just some girl who had helped him with his math…

You felt yourself walking further backwards, the smile disappearing from your face as you watched her all over him.

“You’ll come to the party, right?” He called to you, noticing that you were leaving, and your stomach lurched as you watched him slide his hand over hers that rested on his chest.

You shrugged out a maybe, and watched him frown a little, but by then you’d had enough and didn’t want to question his action. You just wanted to leave. To go home…


It was just five hours later when you were eating your words, having found yourself at the party anyway; Sanha in toe next to you. Somehow you convinced yourself that you were going to find Jin and confront him. You had nearly kissed back there, right? It wasn’t your imagination? Something had happened – no, something had been happening this whole time, and you wanted to get to the bottom of it. It was your right to know, and he had every right to tell you. He’d called you his little genius for crying out loud.

The music was loud and hurt your ears, a mass of people yelling and dancing – being drunken idiots and you scrunched up your nose as you made it through the house looking for him. You couldn’t see him anywhere and began to panic. What if he wasn’t here? Don’t be stupid – of course he would be here… Maybe you should go into the bathroom for some fresh air (hopefully) – maybe you could open a window or something and stick your head out, because you were definitely losing your mind. You just needed to take some deep breaths and think things through. What would you say to him? Where would you do it? Oh god.

By the time you found the bathroom (through the crack of the door you could see a shower) you were very nearly about to chicken out, but then you didn’t need to, because someone else had made it very clear there was nothing going on between you had Jin. It had all been in your imagination – or maybe he had just been teasing you…

You saw feet first as you pushed the door open slowly, nervous in case there were people inside. Two pairs. One with high heels and the other, sneakers. You knew those sneakers. Who they belonged to. You mean, maybe they were a popular pair and many people owned them, but that wasn’t the case here, and as you trailed up their bodies, pressed against the vanity; one in jeans, the other in a skirt, you hit a blonde head. The blonde head. The one you’d been looking for since you got here not half an hour ago.

They were kissing. Maehee and Jin. Pressed up against each other, her hands on his body, his on her hips and you felt something twist inside your gut. The door was still ajar since you’d stopped pushing the moment you recognised his shoes and on instinct you turned around and ran back downstairs.

You felt weird. Is this what it was like to feel jealous? Or hurt? Or maybe both? You were so sure that maybe he felt something for you too…just like you for him… Because you liked him, you were so sure of it now.

As you flew into the living area you collided with someone, straight bang into their chest and you heard them whoop in surprise.

“Wow! Y/N – Watch where you’re going!” He shouted happily over the music, holding you back. It was Hoseok. Wait – when did he know your name? What did it matter, you were leaving anyway?

“I can’t believe you actually came! Goody two shoes turned wild, huh?” He winked, and you felt yourself blush. “Here! Have a drink!” and he thrust a can of something into your hands before walking off.

You eyed it suspiciously at first, before shaking your head and taking the biggest gulp you’d ever had. You were going to throw caution to the wind. You weren’t going home. You were gonna stay and get drunk, like what every other person was doing here tonight. You were going to forget about Kim Seokjin, the jerk you had a crush on, who at this moment in time was living up to his jerk status and had his tongue rammed down someone else’s throat in a bathroom that held god knows how many germs. You were going to have fun.

Only sitting on the couch probably didn’t direct as fun; which is where you found yourself forty-five minutes later, on your second ‘can’ and having lost Sanha.

“Miss. Ice queen is actually here??” You heard a voice from behind you, rasping in your ear and you turned around to be met with Yoongi, grinning this gummy mouth at you. You rolled your eyes at him and turned back, taking another swig of your drink, before you felt the couch dip and when you looked across he was sat next to you.

“Where’s Jin then?” He asked, as if you should know.

“How would I know?” You bit, going for another sip, but you found it was empty, and you whined.

Yoongi frowned for a moment, his mouth turning upside down as he seemed to contemplate something.

“He said he wanted to tell you something if you came tonight. Haven’t you seen him yet?”

“I saw him in the bathroom a bit ago.” You admitted, curious now. What was it that he wanted to tell you? Was he going to ask for permission to make out with Maehee? Sarcasm intended.

Oh yeah,” he grinned again, teasing you with a high-pitched voice, as if insinuating something.

Hang on? Did he know Jin was in the bathroom with Maehee? Why was he so excited by the prospect?

“Yeah I saw them all over each other on the germ ridden sink. Do you know how many germs there are in one bathroom?” You tested him out loud, trying to make your voice sound even, but at your words, floods of images came back of Jin’s mouth against hers and you winced.

“Wait – What are you on about?”

Yoongi was asking you a question, the most bewildered expression on his face and you frowned. There were crossed wires between the two of you.

“What are you on about?” You directed right back at him, and he shook his head.

“I asked first.”

You sighed, not wanting to repeat it out loud again, but you had to if you wanted to know what Min Yoongi meant.

“Jin and Maehee. I saw them kissing in the bathroom.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened a tad, before he was up on his feet.

“Hey – where are you going? You never told me what you were on about!” You called to him, but it was too late, he was already running off and you cursed under your breath. Weirdo.

It was as you were getting up to find your third drink of the night, making your way into the kitchen, that you realised you were very highly buzzed. Some would say drunk, but you didn’t want to admit that. You’d only had two drinks. Somewhere in the back of your mind you thought it would be an embarrassing offence…

You were just about to pour yourself some pink concoction when out of nowhere you felt fingers poke your sides and you jumped, spinning around to find yourself encased in somebody’s arms. Somebody cute – though you would never admit it while sober.

“Hey there, pretty lady!” Jimin greeted you, a teasing smirk spread across his face.

“PARK JIMIN!!” You squealed, bringing your hands to hold his face adoringly.

“Okay,” he chuckled. “Someone’s drunk. I thought you couldn’t stand me?”

You scoffed, leaving his face to fan your hands as if to say shut up. “I always thought you were the cutest,” you grinned, trying to focus your eyes on his face. Why was he so blurry? Come to think of it – why was the whole room so blurry? Why was it rocking back and forth as if you were on a boat?

“Really?” He asked in shock, before he grinned back. “Well in that case – I guess it’s your lucky day…”

He was leaning closer to you now, and you found yourself going cross eyed as you tried to focus on him, but then there was thud and Jimin was letting go of your waist and stumbling over his own feet.

“Get lost Jimin! Oh my god - she’s drunk! – Did you get her drunk?”

It was Jin, and he was now gripping your waist, lifting your head up to force you to look at him. He was blurry too, and your crossed your eyes again.

“Haha – I can see my nose!” You cooed, and you heard a sigh.

“I didn’t get her drunk! I was just making small talk…”

“Of course you were dude…”

That sarcastic voice belonged to Yoongi and you wrinkled your eyebrows. How many people were surrounding you right now? You looked up, blinking rapidly as you tried to focus.

One. Two. Three. Four, you counted with effort, narrowing your eyes to see them clearer. Jin. Yoongi. Jimin and Hoseok; who was speaking now, as they all stood around you, leaning in towards you as if you were an alien.

“I give her a drink earlier… But she can’t be drunk from just that… Can she…?” He wondered uncertainly.

“Trust her to be a lightweight.” It was Yoongi again. “I bet you she hasn’t even been drunk before.”

“Actually,” you quipped, having enough of them speaking as if you weren’t right there. “I got drunk at my aunts wedding once.”

“Smirnoff ice doesn’t count, love.”

You scowled at Yoongi, feeling Jin’s hands tighten around you as you tried to push past him and leave the kitchen.

“She can’t leave like this?” Jin exclaimed. “Her parents will flip.”

“Your problem man,” you heard Jimin remark, before he shrugged and walked off, Hoseok following him as he mimed sorry.

“Fuck you guys – Yoongi, help me, will you? I’ll take her back to mine,” Jin asked, looking over his shoulder at the dark-haired boy.

“Nah, I’m okay. It’s your fault she’s in this mess – you can sort it out,” he griped, before he too walked out the kitchen and left Jin staring wide mouthed after him.

“Where’s Maehee?” You shot suddenly and he turned to face you, shaking his head, as if you’d asked a silly question.

“I don’t know – I don’t care either – Now, come on, let me get you out of here…” and then suddenly he was picking you up, over his shoulders, and you shrieked, hitting his back, ordering him to put you down this instant, but he didn't…


Imagine your surprise when you woke up the next day, the light of the morning seeping through your eyelids as you stirred awake, expecting to see the familiar landscape of your bedroom, only to be met with a strange night stand and you blinked a couple of times, confusion washing over you as rolled over, groaning when your head felt like a million tiny hammers were being banged against it.

“Happy hangover!” A voice cheered merrily next to you and you jolted up in shock, groaning once again at the stabbing in your head as you cradled it softly, your eyes scrunched shut. You turned to face Jin, keeping one eye wrinkled closed. He was leaning against the palm of his hand as he laid on his side, fresh from the shower it seemed, his hair slightly damp and dressed in sweats and you wanted the ground to swallow you up.

Memories of last night flooded your brain. You’d gotten drunk on two cans of beer. What the hell. Why did you ever think that was good idea?

“What time is it?” You let out, your throat dry.

“Like half 11,” he shrugged, a sly smirk twitching on his face. He was loving this – but then suddenly you remembered something –

“My parents! They’re gonna be calling the police right about now – if they haven’t already – oh god,” you murmured in disbelief, jumping out Jin’s bed, feeling stiff as you had slept in your clothes.

You didn’t even have time to process that you had slept in Jin’s bed. Had he been next to you the whole night? You vaguely remembered screaming at him to put you down when he started carting you out Hoseok’s house and then you were in his house, listening to him murmur on about how you were lucky his parents were out of town this weekend.

“Calm down, calm down,” he giggled, enjoying watching you scatter for your shoes while still clenching your pounding forehead. “I took your phone last night and pretended to be you. I text your mom saying you were sleeping over Sanha’s.”

You turned around slowly, watching the smug look on his face at his well thought out plan, and flared your nostrils, suppressing your anger. You were still mad about last night. You hadn’t forgotten that. He’d kissed Maehee, even after your little moment at the game.

“I’m going home,” you huffed, finally finding one of your shoes and trying to place it on.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for my quick thinking?” He quipped, and you sighed, giving in. If it wasn’t for him, god knows what would have happened. You guessed you owed him a thank you.

“Thank you,” you smiled, although it seemed forced and he whined.

“Rude. Also, your shoe is on the wrong foot.” He informed you, eyeing your feet, and you followed him, kicking it off in a mood and it bounced across the room.

“You don’t have to go yet. How about I make you something to eat? Maybe get you an aspirin for your head.” He surprised you by offering. “Maybe even a shower? You’ll feel better – and then I’ll promise you can go home and never see me again – if you like.” He added, and you frowned momentarily. Why did he say that?

“Yes?” He pushed, and you nodded slowly. A shower sounded good.

And it worked for the most part, feeling the water cascade down your front as you stood facing the shower head, careful not to get your hair wet. It soothed you, and your headache began to ease off; free up a little. Maybe that’s why you walked back into his room with just a towel on. It made sense to you. He had already left before you went into the shower, leaving you to strip off in his room. Why would he be back there already? Shouldn’t he be downstairs waiting for you?

However, no he was not. He was in his room, fiddling with your clothing for some reason and you squealed when you saw him, your arms instantly rushing over your body, as if it would help you cover up even more than you already were.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You gasped.

“It’s my room!” He insisted, standing his ground, your clothing lying limp in his hands now.

“What are you doing with my clothes, you pervert?”

You knew you were exploding on him, but you couldn’t help it, and he stared at you for a moment, his mouth wide open, thinking of ways to explain himself, but coming up short and he watched you stride up to him, tugging the material from him, but he held on, defiance flashing through his eyes as he tugged back.

“I was going to wash and dry them for you before you went,” he defended himself.

“As if!” You scoffed. “You’re not a 1940s housewife, Jin!”

You pulled at your clothing again, but he wouldn’t relent and pulled back.

“Why are you being so mean to me? I helped you out last night. Why are you like this?” He shouted, incredulous.

“Why are you like this? I didn’t ask you to be nice to me, did I? Maybe you should have carried on kissing Maehee in the bathroom?” You yelled back, finally reaching breaking point. How dare he question you. Didn’t he realise that no amount of niceness was going to make up for the fact that he kissed her when it should have been you

The next five seconds happened so quickly it was hard to pin point what exactly caused it. Maybe it was you, who despite still pulling at the fabric, realised that the corner of your towel was falling down and you went to grip it, stopping momentarily. Maybe it was Jin who despite staring wide eyed at your outburst over Maehee, his brain was still telling him to tug, or maybe it was just the both of you playing a game of tug of war in the first place, and it was just inevitable that it would end it disaster. But whatever the reason, you soon found yourself falling into Jin, your hands coming out to land square into his chest as you knocked the wind out of him, your face angling up to look at him through shocked eyes. However, then – or finally, whatever way you looked at it – he was kissing you.

One minute his eyes were just as wide, the next they were closed and his mouth was on yours, applying a pressure that had you gripping his chest, and he hummed a sound of satisfaction before gripping you around the waist and deepening the kiss, his mouth opening as he urged you to kiss back. It was a strange feeling, your heart hammering against your chest, but you were sure you could hear his too, and then suddenly you were coaxing out your tongue to graze against his lips and he was twisting you around, the back of your knees hitting the side of his bed as he pushed you down gently, twisting you again so your head fell back against his pillow, and he joined you, hovering over you as he let his tongue meet yours, a groan falling from him as you let out a squeak of pleasure, his hands running along your sides through the towel, and your skin began to heat up, nerve endings pricking in pleasure, and you gripped his shoulders to you, feeling a desperate urge creep over you. He was still fully clothed, whilst you were in just a towel, and you impatiently nudged at the collar of his t-shirt, motioning him to take it off.

“Oh shit – no. I’m just happy with us kissing, honest,” he blurted, breaking away from your kiss, a panicked look on his face. “I don’t want you to think I’m after anything – I-I’m just so happy that I finally get to kiss you.”

You were taken back by his confession, and you felt his lips at your neck now, pecking little marks up and down the skin, as if he couldn’t help himself.

“W-What do you mean?” You got out finally.

He broke apart again and pressed his forehead against yours, shutting his eyes momentarily to utter three words that had you bating your breath.

“I like you.”

He pulled back again, watching your face intently as his confession spilled out of him. “I don’t know for how long, but definitely before you started tutoring me. I wanted to speak to you, but you never seemed interested. You acted as if I didn’t exist – I thought you hated me.” He admitted, a sheepish look on his face, and you instinctively reached for him, gripping his hand and he laced your fingers together.

“But then we got on so well – well, I thought we did and I began to think maybe you liked me too. Yesterday after the game – I really wanted to kiss you…” he admitted.

“B-but… Maehee?” You muttered, needing to know answers. If he liked you so much, why did he kiss her at the party?

“I’m an idiot?” he sighed. “I took your maybe as a no for you liking me, and I thought I was wasting my time – but then Yoongi came and found me and said you’d seen us - I’ve never run so fast in my life and then I saw you with Jimin… and you were drunk…”

You felt the embarrassment from earlier wash over you again, but before you could say anything he was kissing you, deep ones, his breath puffing against yours face.

“Tell me you’re not mad? I really wanted to tell you I liked you – I even told Yoongi,” he emphasised, explaining how desperate he had been, and the conversation you had with you Yoongi seemed all the clearer now.

“I won’t be mad if you kiss me again – properly,” you smiled, a hint of teasing in your eyes, and he grinned back, relief flooding him as he dipped his head again, but you pushed him back a little. “Because I like you too.”

His grin widened and his lips pressed against yours, instantly parting them as his tongue brushed against yours, swirling it around, his hands cupping your cheeks.

“Just kissing though, okay? I promise I’m not after anything else…” he assured against your lips, but you had other ideas.

“What if I want more?” You whispered, and he pulled back with wide eyes, studying your face carefully to see if you were being honest.

“Then I couldn’t say no to you,” he replied seriously, his eyes travelling down to your towel, which had started to ride up your legs. “You really want this?” He made sure, and you nodded, your fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt, and then he was pulling it off in one solid swoop. His stomach muscles flexing as he watched you look at him.

“Just tell me to stop anytime and I will,” he told you, his eyes boring into yours. He was trying his best to stay calm, you could tell, but his breathing had become laboured and his eyes kept sliding around your body, but once you nodded, he was on you, lips on yours once more, but faster this time, his hands roaming your body and you felt one brush against your nipple. Excitement flooded over you and you became restless, writhing underneath him, desperate for more.

His hands gripped the top of the towel and slowly began to pull it back, his eyes meeting yours as he made sure you were okay with this.

“Is this okay?”

You nodded eagerly had he chuckled a bit, before he revealed your body and looked down, a whimper practically falling from his lips as he viewed your naked form.

“You’re so beautiful,” he uttered, and you felt a blush rise from your chest to your face, realisation washing over you – You were naked in front of Jin, but then his hands started running over your skin; your waist, your hips, your thighs and you lost it, your hands pulling at his shoulders, bringing him towards you. You wanted to touch him too, and you run your fingertips over his toned chest and he giggled.

“That tickles.”

He began to kiss your neck again, wet, hot kisses trailing down your collarbones and chest, until you felt his mouth at your nipple, sucking gently, and your body began to heat up. You’d never felt this alive before. Contrary to everything, you’d only had sex once before and you never remembered feeling this… maybe because you had no real feelings towards Jungkook… now it was different. Every touch and kiss from Jin sent you into overdrive and you found yourself moaning, your hands intertwining with his hair, as you pulled him closer to you, and then he was trailing down your body, hitting your hips, his nose brushing against your bellybutton as he looked up at you from lustful and blown out eyes.

You felt his hands curl around the back of your thighs, widening them slightly as his head dipped towards your mound, and you froze, instantly tensing up. Jin felt it and watched you for a moment, rubbing your legs soothingly.

“L-Let me… I promise this will make you feel good.” He reassured and you widened your legs a tad, letting his shoulders fit in between you.

You were nervous, no one had ever done this before, but with a nod of your head, Jin was there kissing above your heat, watching you the whole time as he moved closer and closer to the spot that pulsed for him.

His lips found it, and then his tongue was twisting around, moving in a way that matched his actions earlier when he was kissing you. He was kissing you in a different way you supposed now, and you watched him curiously, your legs once again widening on instinct as the feeling of his mouth sent electricity up your body, a moan of his name leaving you and he hummed in agreement, which reverberated up your body further.

Concentrating on the feeling of his tongue on you, you became weaker and weaker to his touch, and by the time he had started flicking around your bud, as he sucked gently against you, you were close to the edge, feeling the familiar build up in your lower stomach, that only you so far in your life, had been able to give yourself.

Feeling the slip of his index finger against your opening, sliding against your wetness, before entering you slowly was the last straw, and as you sat up a little to grip his hair, feeling his digit curl against your warmth, you urged him to continue, feeling the heat in your stomach grow and grow until it was exploding all around your body, flashes of light shooting past your eyes as you scrunched them up in pleasure, feeling Jin slow his movements as he lapped up your arousal, gently bringing you down from your high.

Once he removed himself from your body, you fell back down your head making a puff as it hit his pillows, and then he was giggling, and you looked up at him questioningly as he crouched over you.

“Is your headache gone? I heard orgasms help with that.”

You were going to answer him, but then you took one look at his mouth, seeing your own arousal on his lips and chin, and then your eyes fell to his crotch, his erection pressing against his sweats, and nothing mattered anymore. You wanted to feel him. Your hand flew towards it, squeezing around the curve and you felt it twitch, looking up to see him looking at you hungrily.

“I want you.” You uttered and that’s all it took for Jin to be tugging at his clothing, laying naked over you as he reached inside his drawer for a condom. You watched him slid it on with shaky hands and then he was against your entrance, rubbing the head of his length against your folds as he let out a shaky breath.

“Are you sure about this?” and you widened your eyes as you nodded your head, impatience washing through you, and he chuckled again, obviously realising that he was becoming annoying, before he nodded back with an okay, and you felt the tip of him rub against your slit, pushing in slightly, and then he groaned  before pushing further in, inch by inch, until he was all there all the way and that’s when he collapsed on top of you, holding his own weight with the palm of his right hand, before letting go of his length with his left, and using it to caress your face.

“Are you okay?” He wondered, watching you carefully, as he bit his bottom lip, overcome with the feeling of finally being inside of you.

“Yes,” you smiled. You meant it. You mean, it was a bit of stretch at first, but as he began to thrust in and out slowly the uncomfortable feeling disappeared and you were left with just pleasure, enjoying the feeling of Jin moving inside of you and the faces he was pulling as the feelings overtook him.

“I’m a bit overwhelmed,” he admitted, his breath against your ear as he dipped his head, shaky and uneven. “You feel so good around me. I’m gonna come soon.”

At his words you felt your heat pulse around him and he whined, his whole face falling into the crook of your neck as you let your legs fall open, and his thrusts began to get a lot slower, languid motions, as he very nearly slipped out of you over and over again before pushing back in and pressing against your cervix ever so lightly, and you panted his name as he continued to move, feeling his skin all over your body, as his mouth started to suck on your earlobe, his right hand gripping the bedsheets as his left one gripped your hip bone, making you meet each of his thrusts, and then they were becoming erratic as he was moaning your name and meeting his own release, sweat from his fringe tickling your jaw.

He rode out his release slowly, until he had stopped moving all together and then he was turning your head to make you kiss him, his tongue finding yours in a passionate embrace as you wrapped your arms around him, feeling his wrap around your centre, holding you close, both of your breaths laboured as you tried to calm down.

“You, mm – really…like me?” he murmured between kisses, interrupting himself with hums of enjoyment as he nipped at your bottom lip, wanting reassurance that this wasn’t all a dream, and in fact, it was true and real.

“Yes,” you said defiantly, pushing him back to stare him straight in the eyes. “I really like Kim Seokjin the jerk.” and he rolled his eyes before laughing, bringing you closer to his body as he rolled over onto his back, your head landing on his chest as he wrapped his arm around you again, holding you to him as you listened to his heartbeat.

Just a little Andreil Drabble ! X

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Neil’s head lolled against Andrew’s knee, bone knocking bone hard enough he felt his eyeballs rattle in their sockets. For somebody who had considered himself an excellent liar, it had become increasingly difficult to make up excuses to avoid Dan’s mandatory team-bonding movie nights. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy spending time with the team; over the past year he had grown closer and more intertwined with their lives to the point he ached when separated from them for too long. It wasn’t a hummingbird beat of anxiety, or the burn of grief, more of an acute tightness in his stomach. They were his family and he would do anything for any one of them… with the occasional exception of Aaron. But movie nights were when he truly regretted that closeness. For a high-strung runner and a paranoid renegade with a short attention span, sitting for hours watching films was not Neil’s idea of a good time. His legs itched with restless energy, his butt was numb from sitting for so long, and he was becoming increasingly irritable at the foxes stolen glances.

One of Andrew’s hands absently ran through Neil’s hair, tugging out stubborn knots and twirling lazy auburn curls which had recently began to develop sun streaks - much to the other foxes delight. The first time Allison noticed the lighter strands she had squealed so loud Neil had thought his stomach was going to drop right out of his ass. It was just another thing the foxes were adding to a bemusing list of his traits. The sun had also brought out a scattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose, interrupted only by scar tissue. The foxes had been slightly obsessed, to the point where Neil had to snap at them when Nicky tried to trace the dots. He had found more than one of the team with a stray piece of paper covered in his doodles, but chose not to confront them. He would never admit it out loud, but it felt..nice to have so many people intent on learning little bits of Neil, and keeping the stray castaway moments. He was beginning to feel like a real person; he felt known.

“Refreshments?” Matt queried as the end credits rolled onto the TV screen.

“I think we’ll need to go to the store,” Dan answered, standing stiffly and stretching her arms above her head, laughing and jerking away as Matt slid cold hands up the back of her shirt.

“I’ll come with, you guys never get the right popcorn.” Allison said, pulling Renee up with her and grabbing her purse from the table beside the door.

“What film do you guys want on next?” Nicky asked, throwing pretzels at a dozing Kevin. “We have some back in our dorm.” he offered.

Neil let his cheek rest against the inside of Andrew’s knee, one hand curled around Andrew’s ankle, thumb smoothing circles on the inside cuff of his sweatpants. The entire exchange went in one ear and out the other, eyes drooping at the soothing feeling of Andrew’s hand on his scalp. It was worth a numb bum from sitting on the floor between Andrew’s legs, and the only thing stopping him from drifting into sleep was the sudden slam of the dorm door as everybody emptied out leaving just Andrew, Neil and a sleeping Kevin Day.

“If you fall asleep before they get back I’ll skin you.” Andrew threatened, tugging sharply on Neil’s hair.

“M’sleepy,” Neil mumbled back, turning to curl against one of Andrew’s legs.

“I let you drag me here, I’m not watching this shit while you get out of it.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” Neil smirked, nuzzling his face into the crook of Andrew’s knee. A moment later he was face down on the carpet, a dull throb between his shoulderblades from where Andrew had kneed him away.

“You’re such a child,” Neil grunted, rolling onto his back and bracing himself on his elbows to meet Andrew’s bored gaze. The other man stretched his arms out on the back of the couch, an almost imperceptible twitch of his eyebrow the only evidence of his thoughts on that statement. “Would you rather be playing Exy? Because I could wake Kevin up and we can do down to the court.” Neil said, suddenly a bit more awake.

“I’d rather snort golf balls.” Andrew retorted after a moment’s silence.

“Nice visual threat,” Neil smirked, pushing himself up onto his knees. “I could make it worth your time.” he coaxed, resting his hands on the edge of the couch either side Andrew’s knees and leaning forward with a challenge in his eyes.

Andrew’s fingers itched for a cigarette, his eyes were tired and his contacts were becoming uncomfortable, his muscles were tight and he needed to walk out a bad case of pins and needles… but seeing Neil between his knees with heat in those damn blue eyes pushed all those concerns to the back of his mind. He still wasn’t sure how this runaway with a duffel bag of secrets and a body mapped with hard ridges of scars had gotten under his skin. He was the sharp blade of a knife, lethal enough to slice through armour and slip almost unnoticed under flesh. Some days Neil was an open wound; left untreated it could be fatal. Other times he was the needle and thread sewing Andrew back together. He was a skydive without a parachute, the more time he was around the higher the plane was going and the more deadly the fall was becoming.

“I’ll get you a family pack of Oreos, ten Reese’s and a tub of Double Chocolate Fudge… and marshmallows?” Neil offered, and Andrew regretted not leaping when they were only a few feet off the ground.

“Two tubs, and I want Lucky Charms as well.” Andrew agreed, pushing Neil’s face away as that stupid shit-eating grin split his face.

Neil caught Andrew’s hand as he went to bat at him again, linking their fingers together and leaning forward between his thighs. “Kevin will kill me if he finds out.” he murmured.

“He can try, but you’re noticeably difficult to murder.”

“Maybe I’m a cat - nine lives and all that?”

“You used up all nine about five lives ago.” Andrew said, watching as Neil turned their hands over and brushed his lips along Andrew’s healing knuckles.

“Come up here,” he said, tugging Neil up from the ground and nodding at Neil’s unspoken question. Neil clambered up into Andrew’s lap, knees on either side of the other man’s hips and hands resting on the back of the couch.

“Where can I-?”

“Head and shoulders,” Andrew cut in.

“Knees and toes?”

“Get out,”

“Couldn’t resist,” Neil admitted with a self-deprecating smirk, hands moving to cup Andrew’s jaw as their lips met. The kiss was slow and languid, wet and increasing in deepness as Neil’s thumbs slid along the arch of Andrew’s cheekbones and he fought against the urge to grind in Andrew’s lap. It was only when Andrew’s hands moved to cup the back of his thighs that he allowed his hips a startled snap.

“‘Drew, yes or no?” Neil panted, pulling back to press sloppy kisses along the underside of Andrew’s jaw, one hand bunching the soft fabric stretched taut across Andrew’s shoulders, the other tracing the strong line of Andrew’s jaw.

“Yes,” Andrew answered, hands gripping Neil’s thighs tight enough to leave bruises as he pulled the other man closer.

“No! No, no, no!” Kevin’s voice exclaimed, startling the two men. Neil was unceremoniously dumped on the floor, disorientated and panting, grasping for leverage. “For fuck’s sake!” Kevin stood, stumbling a bit under the influence of a half bottle of vodka. “You couldn’t have done that somewhere else?!”

“Kevin,” Andrew warned, watching as the larger man gestured wildly.

“Did you just forget I was in the fucking room?”

“You looked dead, we thought we’d celebrate your life rather than mourn.” Neil said as he finally managed to regain his balance and climb to his feet. In all the time he had spent with Kevin, sharing a dorm and long bus rides, it was possible he had never seen the other man wake up and become so alert in such a little amount of time. He would be trying to get video footage as evidence if the current exchange wasn’t happening.

“By fucking next me?!”

“If you think that was fucking, I feel bad for Thea.” Andrew said, watching as Kevin made an unintelligible noise and stormed from the room, shaking his head and muttering, too focused on putting one foot in front of the other to notice the dorm door swinging open. He hit it with a satisfying thud, followed by a dictionary of swears and Nicky’s surprised shouting.

Neil grinned as he heard Andrew exhale through his nose in what could have very easily been a laugh.

“Shut up,”

“Make me.” Neil countered, a noise slipping from him that he didn’t think he had ever made before as Andrew made a grab for him. It was possible there was going to have to be another tub of ice cream added to that list.

all of paris geller’s love interests are honestly the most honest representation of a lesbian “crushing” on men because of comp het i’ve ever seen tbh:

1. tristan: the boy every girl wants, completely unattainable so she never has to actually try to get closer to him/eliminates the real possibility of a relationship with him, a guy to project on an emotional side that’s not really there, a guy that can be easily idealized, and the guy who likes the girl(s) you like but don’t know you like (rory), but ultimately a jerk

2. the guy from washington (as a lesbian i dont know or care about his name): the first guy who shows an interest in you so you obviously have to accept him (it’s What You’ve Always Wanted™️), he shares some of your interests but you don’t really love him or care about him on an emotional level, he’s just there

3. asher: first of all, creep. a guy who’s an Idol of yours, who fits the many ideals you’ve created about The Perfect Man who you could have a lasting relationship with, a relationship with a power imbalance that has a lot to do with proving yourself as desirable and intelligent (and straight), and it’s not threatening or scary either because he’s not entirely available and it isn’t like a traditional gf/bf relationship since he’s a professor (ceep), old as shit (creep), and has had other affairs with students (creep), so it’s not as Real™️

4. doyle: he’s the official Non-Threatening Boy, he’s physically small, he’s whiny, paris could kill him with her own hands, he’s just as weird as she is, it’s like dating a much less intimidating version of herself, and it’s another relationship she doesn’t have to put anything into. really, do i even have to explain doyle?

so yeah paris geller is a lesbian and im in pain thank you

The Arrangement (Part 7)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Dean meets your mother, and you go dress shopping with Jess

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,900

Warnings: language, mildly smutty thoughts/discussions… I think that’s it

A/N: Sorry this took so long guys, my life is super insane right now. Some thoughts: I would never fit in that dress I linked to. I don’t know any real humans that would. I just think it’s pretty. Also. There might be some smut in future chapters? How do we feel about this? I’ve never written any before.

SERIES TAG LIST IS CLOSED - I’m sorry, but there are so many. I always tag these installments as #the arrangement if you’d like to find them that way.

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Hi guys! I want to congratulate you on the first day of May !!!!!!! AT LAST! The last jerk in school, and there is very little time left until the summer! I’ve been waiting for this month for this very long time, because it is in May that real spring is felt, everything is blooming, people are happy, what is most important. I wish you a very good day! Love you!
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Fruit Loops

(Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Word Count: 5840

Request: “Could you do 63 and 67 with either tjeffs or aham because the sass is real 👌🏻” “To add to the tjeffs or aham one: 42” - @doilyloily 67- "Stop sitting on your ass and start being an ass.“ “What kind of motto is that?”, 42- “I’d punch you but your friend told me not to.”

Summary: You and Thomas are roommates. You have a set of rules so no one gets punched in the face for being a… jerk (for lack of a more vulgar word). But… things don’t really work out as planned.

Warnings: Implied smut, strong language, drinking, cheating (Not from TJ or the reader, someone else, chill out guys)

Tagging: @bad-hatter @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky  @whatdimissmotherfuckers (omg guys can you believe that two of my favorite writers BOTH wanted to be tagged in this????)

A/N- OH MY ELIZA I HATE THE WAY THIS CEREAL IS SPELLED. HELL YEAH I FINISHED A REQUEST. TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THIS PLEASE. Also, sorry if the ending feels a little rushed… thanks for reading!

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1. If one roommate is unable to grasp the concept of “paper thin walls”, they are deprived of ‘Froot Loop’ privileges for three days.

“Oh my god, Thomas!” You said angrily, pacing the tiny kitchen of your shared apartment.“You were so loud last night and you know it!”

“But Y/N…” He whined.

“No Thomas, the Froot Loops are mine. Three days. We agreed.” You stopped to cross your arms over your chest and send a piercing glare at him. Your facial expressions were all you had against Thomas, he was taller, bigger, and overall more intimidating.

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James Olsen
  • I really don't understand a this hate mon el is getting, and all the love $& support James is getting.
  • The guy CHEATED on his girlfriend who moved to a new city just to be with him, having/developing feelings for someone when you're in a committed relationship is 100% cheating, it doesn't have to be physical for it to be considered cheating.
  • He was FULLY AWARE of his growing feelings for Kara while he was still in a relationship with Lucy and instead of doing the decent thing to both of them, which is breaking up with Lucy because it's not fair to keep leading her on while at the same time leading Kara on as well, that exactly what he did he kept leading on these two amazing women stringing them along, not really letting either one move on from him.one paining over him and another working at job that doesn't quit fit her.
  • Yet somehow James is Saint and mon el is jerk?? The second mon el started having feelings for Kara he stopped his play boy act even refusing a drink from an Aline woman 2x08, even his date with eve was a total fail because all he can talk about is her, he wasn't able to just tuck away his feelings and just lead on anyone not even for one date, he also lied about his date to Kara so Kara wouldn't feel bad/guilty that he has these feelings for her, that she doesn't reciprocate his feelings.
  • So really who's the real jerk?? The guy who didn't respect or appreciate two amazing women who were crazy about him and just lead them on for MONTHS or the guy who respected a woman choice/feelings and appreciate her enough not to pressure her into anything she didn't want?

You know what show is fucking amazing and like no one apparently knows about it?

Extreme Ghostbusters

It was the 90′s sequel series to The Real Ghostbusters, the animated series in the 80′s following the movie. Egon is the only Buster still bustin’ (with Janine of course) and teaches Paranormal 101 at the local college, and recruits his 4 students as the new team.

And look at these fucking characters:

From right to left bc Egon’s in the way:

Roland

Black dude, crazy book smart especially about engineering and science, looks after his troublesome little bro a lot, super nice guy, really charitable

Eduardo

Hispanic dude, street slick and known for being kind of a jerk & slacker but is actually a sweetie, brother is a cop and there’s a whole conflict explored there, is totally in love with:

Kylie

Goth chick, cool and witty and all about that occult ghosty shit, full of trauma (including a Real GB experience with the Grundel), was mostly raised by her great grandmother (now deceased) after her parents divorced, lives alone now with her cat, kinda has a crush on Egon

Garrett

Disabled dude - wheelchair bound since birth, comic relief, athlete, claustrophobic, wants to have a son and teach him how to use a wheelchair, fell in love with a moleperson

So not only does this program have a beautifully diverse cast, they also address major issues like racism, antisemitism, peer pressure, ableism, feminism, some classism, greed, etc etc etc. (admittedly some critiques are presented as jokes, particularly the ableist stuff)

But like this show was exciting, had interesting animation, is so totally 90′s, kept the GB train rolling, and had all these awesome unique characters and episodes that we are looking for in media? and it’s for kids so extra good on that?? 

All episodes are on Youtube, seriously I think people should watch and love and spread

(also the theme song rocks)

(oh also there’s a two-part arc with all the Real Ghostbusters there too)

supernatural s1ep17 sentence starters

  • “ come on, man, is it much further? i’m cold.”
  • “ how did you find this place anyway?”
  • “ oh, i am so not going in there.”
  • “ we came all the way out here, might as well check it out.”
  • “ let’s just hurry this up and get back to the car, alright?”
  • “ want me to hold your hand?”
  • “ ew. shut up, you loser!”
  • “ ooh, look, it’s the evil root cellar. where satan cans all his vegetables.”
  • “ get your candy-ass down here and see for yourself.”
  • “ i don’t see anything scary. do you?”
  • “ what? what is it?”
  • “ ha-ha. very funny.”
  • “ not a lot of scenery here. kind of gotta make your own.”
  • “ we’re not kids anymore.”
  • “ we’re not gonna start that crap up again.”
  • “ that prank stuff. it’s stupid and it always escalates.”
  • “ what’s the matter? you afraid you’re gonna get a little nair in your shampoo again, huh?”
  • “ all right. just remember you started it.”
  • “ most of those websites wouldn’t know a ghost if it bit them in the persqueeter.”
  • “ there’s no harm checking this thing out.”
  • “ it was the scariest thing i saw in my whole life, i swear to god.”
  • “ i think it was blood.”
  • “ i had my eyes closed the whole time.”
  • “ rumor has it you might know about one.”
  • “ i didn’t think there was anything to the story.”
  • “ i don’t know what the hell to think, man…”
  • “ this was not a prank. i swear to god, i don’t wanna go anywhere near that house ever again.”
  • “ that’s exactly why you never get laid.”
  • “ hey, what about this one? you seen this one before?”
  • “ what are you doing here?”
  • “ what the hell are YOU doing here?”
  • “ i belong here. i’m a professional.”
  • “ oh, you gotta be kidding me.”
  • “ and i know who you are too… an amateur.”
  • “ so if you don’t mind. i’m trying to conduct a serious, scientific investigation here.”
  • “ huh. so, have you ever really seen a ghost before, or…?”
  • “ dude, come on, man. we did our digging. this one’s a bust.”
  • “ i say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals.”
  • “ that’s all you got? it’s weak. that is bush league.”
  • “ why do i have to go in there?”
  • “ i’ll take the homicidal ghost, thanks.”
  • “ would you ever take that dare?”
  • “ hello? is anybody there?”
  • “ i think maybe we missed something.”
  • “ i don’t believe it.”
  • “ i got an idea.”
  • “ who you gonna call?”
  • “ come on, we don’t have much time.”
  • “ i dare you to take a swig of this.”
  • “ what the hell would i do that for?”
  • “ i double dare you.”
  • “ i hate rats.”
  • “ you rather it was a ghost?”
  • “ what the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?”
  • “ maybe we should just go.”
  • “ sweet lord of the rings…”
  • “ it’s bugging the hell outta me.”
  • “ this whole damn job’s bugging me.”
  • “ that explains why it went after you, but why me?”
  • “ i thought it was funny at first, but… now that girl/guy is dead.”
  • “ it was just a joke. you know, i mean - none of it was real. we made the whole thing up. i swear.”
  • “ hey, where were you?”
  • “ hey, why don’t you get dressed? i wanna go grab something to eat.”
  • “ dude, what’s your problem?”
  • “ people believe in santa claus. how come i’m not getting hooked up every christmas?”
  • “ because you’re a bad person.”
  • “ how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”
  • “ man, i think i’m allergic to our soap or something.”
  • “ you did this? you’re a frigging jerk.”
  • “ no, no, no. NO, forget it. forget it! i’m not going back in there again.”
  • “ i know, but i’ve never actually seen a real ghost before. like, a real ghost! like, an apparition!”
  • “W.W.B.D. what would buffy do? huh?”
  • “ oh, look at that. action figures in their original packaging. what a shock.”
  • “ why should i trust you?”
  • “ well, i have an obligation to kick your little ass right now.”
  • “ slow your roll, buddy. they’re gonna know we’re excited.”
  • “ if you pull that string one more time, i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ come on, man. you need more laughter in your life.”
  • “ you know, you’re way too tense.”
  • “ you didn’t.”
  • “ i barely have any skin left on my palm.”
  • “ what the hell are you trying to do? get yourself killed?”
  • “ so these - these guns don’t work?”
  • “ come and get it you ugly son of a bitch.”
  • “ that’s your solution? burn the whole damn place to the ground?”
  • “ it’s fast and dirty, but it works.”
  • “ little lingo for ya.”
  • “ anywho, excuse me. i’m off to la-la-land.”
  • “ well, congratulations, that sounds really great.”
  • “ oh, yeah, luck, it’s got nothing to do with it. it’s about talent. you know, sheer, unabashed talent.”
  • “ i’m the one who put a dead fish in their backseat.”
  • “ truce?”
  • “ yeah, truce. at least for the next hundred miles.”