#SORRY WORK HAS BEEN SO FUCKING STRESSFUL TODAY AND I AM SOOOO DONE. SO over it

[shima-draws]

Aha aha AHA I am going to lie face down in a river. Christ

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“Make that Three”

A/N: I’m back! It got soooo busy with school and everything and it was causing so much stress so I set this blog aside for a little while. While going through my drafts yesterday, I saw this story and I really liked it. My original author’s note said I was so, so sorry because I thought it was bad? But coming back, I’ve come to the realization that I actually like this story ha! Anyway, if you’re still reading this author’s note, I hope things are going well in your life, and if they are currently not; I am sending out my thoughts and positive energy for you. My dm’s are always open <3 Enjoy reading :) xo Xuck

Summary: A few weeks before Molly decided it was time to bring the family back together, you run into George. After a special afternoon while spending some time with him, you show up at the ‘family sleepover’ holding a big secret.

 Warnings: Fluff, mentions of pregnancy and a piece of art written with some grammar mistakes 

"Y/N, my dear! How are you doing?” Molly asks while coming at you with her arms open wide, inviting you into a cuddle. You laugh and hug her back. 

“Hi, I’m doing good. How about you?” You answer while unwrapping your arms. Molly lifts her hand, places a hand on your cheek, and smiles. “Now that you are here, I’m doing great!”

“I’ve missed you all so much! Come, come. Let’s get you something to drink.” Molly’s hand grabs your wrist and before you know it, you sit at the kitchen table with a cup of hot cocoa in your hand. You look around the kitchen and you see that practically nothing has changed, everything was in the place where it belonged. You let your eyes roam over the wall of photographs, every member of the family was on the wall multiple times. There were photo’s of all the Weasley children while they were still young, photo’s of everyone celebrating Christmas, and photographs of the children with their significant others. 

You giggle at the photograph of Ron and Hermione on their wedding day, remembering the prank the twins had pulled on Ron. Fred and George had stolen his wedding suit and had it hidden somewhere very obvious. You have never seen Ron so stressed. Yeah okay, normally he is pretty stressed already, but this day topped it. Eventually, everything turned out to be fine.

You let your eyes roam the pictures again, now searching for the photographs with you in it. There were a lot because ever since you came home with Fred and George that one holiday, you were a part of the family and Molly saw you as one of her own. You let your eyes linger on the photograph of you and George longer than the others, your heart fasting up its pace and forming a small smile. It has been a couple of weeks since you last ran into him and things took an unexpected turn. It was a night of secret confessions, stolen glances, and lingering touches. The things that happened that one night, turned into a big, little secret no one knew of.

Molly intruded your thoughts as she began saying that it shouldn’t be long before the others are here. “It’s been a long time since everyone was home at the same time!” 

You laugh at her and before you get the chance to answer, the front door opens and reveals the sounds of the voices from the rest. Everyone planned to show up at the same time, bombing the silence in the burrow.

“Y/N/N!” Hermione screamed, flinging herself into your arms. “Dear Godric, I missed you soooooo much.” She says and you giggle. “Hi ‘Mione, how are you doing?” 

It took a good ten minutes taking the time to greet every member of the family minus three. Fred and George still had to work in the shop that day, so when the shop is closed they could come over with Fred’s significant other, Angelina. 

Everyone is taking their places at the dinner table, as it is the best place for everyone to be catching up at the same time. There are so many stories to be told, some needing to be told multiple times because the others got into a conversation of their own. No one got a hold of the time and before you know it, a couple of hours have passed. 

The front door slams open once again, revealing the last three persons missing at the table. Fred and Angelina took the first steps into the house. “Good evening my dearest family! How are you all doing?” Fred practically screams with a huge grin on his face. The whole family flew to the new people, hugging them and saying their greetings.

You were one of the last to greet Fred and Angelina, telling them your hi’s and how happy you are to be seeing them. Last but not least, you were the last to greet George. You e/c eyes catching his deep brown ones, showing a sparkle. He smiles softly and wraps his arms around your waist, while you throw yours around his neck. “Godric, I’ve missed you so much.” He mumbles and presses a secret kiss in the crook of your neck. With one last squeeze on your hips, he releases you and walks into the kitchen, ignoring the funny look on Fred’s face.

-

You and George were not official. There was in no way you could say you both were dating and it got a bit on your nerves right now. Everyone was done with eating and were now having a conversation - the millionth time today. You looked around the table and your gaze lingered around George’s. He was already looking at you. His mouth made the slightest smile which made you blush. It took everything in your strength not to fly over the table, grab George by his tie and kiss him on the mouth. You sigh and took another sip of your seventh cup of hot cocoa. Normally you wouldn’t have this much chocolate to eat, nevermind to drink, but lately you were craving it more and more. You knew why, it was a secret no one else knew so far.

Suddenly Molly gasped, flinging her hand over her mouth and looked surprised. Everyone stopped talking and stared at her. “Oh my, I’m so sorry!” She looks around, setting her eyes on Arthur. “I have made a mistake with counting the beds! We are missing one bed.” She puts her head in her hands and takes a deep sigh.

“It’s okay honey, we’ll figure it out.” Arthur says, putting his hand on Molly’s back.

“Well one of us has to sleep on the couch then.” Fred jokes and Ron laughs. 

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” You say and look Molly in her eyes. “No, no. You won’t have to sleep on the couch.” She mumbles and pulls her arm around you. 

“No Molly, it is okay. I don’t mind sleeping on the couch, I’ve grown to love it, to be honest.” You grin and take another sip of your hot cacao.

It's true, you have grown fond of the couch. You stopped numbering the moments you fell asleep on it, finding yourself waking up with a blanket wrapped around your body.

“Are you sure?” Molly asks and you nod. “Don’t worry, as long as I have my blanket and pillow, I can sleep everywhere.” You wink and she laughs.

-

It’s two o clock in the morning. Everyone went to their beds over two hours ago, leaving you in the living room with a blanket and a pillow. Molly has asked you a dozen times if you really didn’t mind and after practically sending Molly upstairs, she eventually accepted your answer. Right now you were sitting on the couch, the blanket wrapped around you while reading your book when you heard footsteps behind you.

“You really shouldn’t be sleeping on the couch. Take my bed, please.” The voice of George sounded. He came to sit next to you. “And sleep with Fred and Angelina in one room? No thanks.” You giggled and put your book down. 

George opened his arms, inviting you into a cuddle which you gladly accepted. You put your head against his chest while folding your arms around his waist.

“I missed you, you know.” George whispered into your hair, placing a kiss on top of your head. You felt your face heating up, happy he couldn't see you blushing. "I hate that we haven't talked since that night." 

"I know, me too." You mumble, pressing your face more into George's chest. "Do you really meant what you say back then?" You ask.

"Yes, I do." George puts his finger under your chin and lifts it so you have to look him into his eyes. "I want to continue this. What we have." He places a kiss on your mouth. Before you could answer his kiss, he has removed his lips already. 

"I want that too." You smile at him. He grins and pulls you closer. 

"Mom's going to ask us tomorrow if we all want to come along on vacation this summer. Should I say she has to reserve two places? You and me?" George asks, wrapping a string of your h/c hair around his finger. 

"Make that three." You whisper, looking into his eyes. You see his eyebrows turn into a confused state.

"What did you say?"

"Make that three. Three places." You repeat and you grab his hand and place it on your belly. "I meant to tell you tomorrow when I saw the chance of getting you alone but here we are." You throw him a soft smile. Scared of his reaction, you distance yourself from him and look into the fireplace.

"Are you serious?" His voice sounds hoarse. All you can do is nod. "Checked it multiple times, different methods. All came back positive." You mumble, still not looking towards George.

"Look at me." Was all he said, but you didn't hear him. "Love, could you please look at me?" He asked.

When you turned your head, all you could see was George with one of the biggest smiles you have ever received from him. He grabbed your face and placed a kiss on your nose. Then one followed onto your forehead, both your cheeks and eventually he left one on your mouth.

"I love you so fucking much.”

[fakeloveaskblog]

I think you. should ask Janus to "slither" over to your house! But also give him options! Like, "would you like to join me for dinner at my house? Or do you prefer to just go on a walk? How about we go to a fancy restaurant~ My treat~. Or maybe just enjoy each other's company at a park? You don't have to of course!"

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Logan: "Ah yes wonderful tactics stranger! This will surely be useless in my upcoming attempt!"

It was nearing the end of the day. Janus was closing up. Meanwhile Logan was trying to calm his nerves by reminding himself that he was objectivly very cool. He had on one of his best sweaters to look extra good (it had the tardis on it!).

"Alright. Looks like we can go home and have an existential crisis about the passage of time" Janus said motioning towards the exit.

Logan took a deep breathe before grabbing onto the sleeve of his crush' shirt "Please wait just a moment. How long have we known each other?"

"I guess since I started working here...so around 6 months? Please don't tell me you’re quitting! Work would just become soooo much more enjoyable"

"I was actually wondering if you mayhaps would like to accompany me on a so called 'hang out' during our leisure time...Today...Or some other day! If you want to! You don't have t-"

"No! No I would hate to!- Love! I mean I would love to!" Janus couldn't stop himself from grinning.

Logan flapped his hands in happiness "Good! So would you maybe like to go to the park nearby or-"

"No! Yes! Yes!"

"Great!"

Logan walked out of the library and held the door open for Janus. After quickly locking they walked towards the park. It was a simple small one. Just some trees, lots of grass, lots of people smoking grass, a pond, angry ducks, even angrier swans and exactly 1 ice cream shop.

All Logan wanted to do was take his crush' hand. It would be hard to do even if he tried to because Janus was constantly fiddling with his gloves. He was barely even looking at where he was walking.

"....I'm sorry for the weird way I talk sometimes" Janus quietly confessed "With the backwards talk. I kind of lie when I get nervous? I think?"

"Oh I know" Logan replied.

"You kNOw?" Janus' voice went up a tone.

"It is very noticeable but it is also quite charming if I may say so myself" It took a moment before he carefully added "Besides I have read that compulsive lying and also vitiligo can come from great stress or bad...events so even if I did not find it charming I wouldn't hold it against you either"

A small smile played on the edges of Janus' lips "Thanks"

"No need"

He took an impressively deep breathe before he stopped in the middle of the road and dramatically grabbed onto both of Logan's shoulders to stop him. He stood on his toes to make himself taller and stared into his love's eyes.

"I do not think you are also charming at all!!!" Janus very loudly announced.

Logan let up into a chuckle. He forced himself to keep eye contact "Well thank you"

Janus let go of him and kept walking very very quickly to try and distract from his red cheeks and heavy breathing. That was flirting right??? He had flirted??? He had done it??? He'd flirted??? The little voice in his head that he was starting to think was his self confidence trying to break through to him would be so proud!!!

“So would you perhaps like an ice cream in these trying times?” Logan asked. He was walking with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Oh right I would definitely love something high calorie that would just make me even more gross”

“Somehow your thick layer of sarcasm was the part of that sentence with the least falsehood in it. We can share one? Or if you get uncomfortable eating desserts in front of other people we don’t have-”

“SNAKE!” Janus interrupted him. 

He ran out into the grass of the park and hunched down to gently pick up a slippery snake. It was small enough to keep in one hand. He was repeatedly hitting his other arm against his leg and putting his fingers in uncomfortable positions.

Logan happily sat down next to him. Janus ungraciously shoved the snake right up near his face.

“It’s a baby northern watersnake! It’s not venomous I promise. It hunts fishes in the water. Isn’t that cool? It’s also one of the few species that doesn’t lay eggs! It can even put out musk to protect itself!! It’s so-”

He realized how much he was ranting and immediately forced himself to stop. He stopped his arm as well. He was so annoying.

“I apologize. Sometimes I just run my mouth and I do these stupid motions”

Logan boped his nose “The only stupid thing about that is you assuming I wouldn’t want to hear you rant. Or see you....stim...? I literally flapped my hands 5 minutes ago. I do not judge”

Janus shrugged at the stim question “My mother did always say that my father has adhd but that was in an insulting way. When I have done research on adhd I relate to a lot of it but it’s not like I have a diagnosis or anything”

“Bitchass mother” Logan mumbled under his breathe “I do not have diagnosed autism either but I do still now I have it.....Besides....Not to brag but I have both a deegre in both psychology and medicine so I can basically diagnose myself anyway”

Jan was already too overwhlemed to ask how the hell he had had the time for 2 bachelors deegre only to end up at a library.

“Anyhow we don’t have to talk about psychology...now...............maybe one day though” Logan did a little robotic evil laugh “For now maybe you can infodump about that snake, then we can get a shared ice cream and then I can infodump about glorious star trek. How’s that for a plan?”

His crush took a deep breathe before nodding. He stood up and cupped the snake in his hands. “You want to go to the pond don’t you little guy? Want to hunt and murder a few fishes don’t you?”

He turned to Logan and shuly said a few more facts while they went to the pond. He patted the snake on it’s head before carefully setting it down among the plants at the water’s edge.

The friends sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the snake as it looked for prey. (Though Logan spent most of the time adoring Janus’).

When the snake caught a small fish and swallowed it whole Janus broke out in happy flaps. He let out a happy squeal while pointing at it. Logan nodded back at him. He mimicked his flapping. 

He’d never seen Janus’ smile that brightly. Logan took his hand. Intertwining their fingers. They stimmed together until Lo pulled in his hand making his crush stumble into him. 

Jan sat with his head leaned against his chest. He looked up at Logan with blushing red cheeks. He forced himself to move back even if he didn’t want to.

“Sorry”

“No need” The nerd assured.

He stood up and held out his hand to help Janus up. They didn’t let go of each other’s hands as they walked towards the ice cream shop.

“To piss off homophobes” Janus lied up the explanation while motioning for their hand holding.

“Of course”

They ordered a scoop of lemon ice cream and sat down by the tables outside. Janus had taken off his gloves.  Their hands laid on top of each other. 

“Do you also have that experience where” Logan stopped to take a bite of ice cream “You categorize your life into what you were hyperfixated on at the time? For example I remember that when I met Patty I was into Doctor Who and right before then I was enjoying Sherlock Holmes”

Janus shrugged. He didn’t want to say that he had a hard time even remembering most of his life clearly “I can see the Doctor influence” He nodded towards his tardis sweater.

Logan’s eyes lit up “Oh have you seen it??? The ninth and fifth doctors are my favorite! Though as a bi man I can not ignore David Tennants’ everything”

“I have seen exactly 0″ 

“Well that is not a problem that can not be fixed! When I met Patty she hadn’t either- maybe because we were 12- but I show-”

Janus choked on his ice cream “12? Oh wow. For some reason I had assumed you were older”

“Oh no. She moved towns and started in my class. It was almost love at first sight. I stole flowers from my neighbor and invited her to see the movie everyone in town was talking about....Kung fu panda”

He broke out into a laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me Janny! It was an incredibly tactical decision. You see I knew she liked animals and the kung fu panda is a panda”

Janus doubled over the table while continuing to laugh “Me throwing popcorn at myself during my first hangout almost seems cool in conparison”

“Popcorn is usually hot. Not cooled down” Logan corrected. “Though to be honest the start of our relationship was sort of what you can call a ‘mess’ since as you already know both of us were foolish enough to think Patty was a guy. So suddenly I had to come to terms with liking guys. Until she told me she was a girl. So then I was straight. Until I met Thomas but that is a whole different story. It was like some people say a rollercoaster”

“Am I rude for finding that funny?”

“Yes incredibly and frankly you should be dragged to the guillotines right now”

Janus leaned closer to him with a sly smile on his face “Aw ~darling~ I didn’t know you could be sassy”

Logan did his best to hide how the nearly choked on his own spit “Yes I can indeed be if I want to. Just like how I have been able to have adequate facial expressions and voice tones and also eye contact during our whole hangout. Normally I only have a lot of expressions and tones if I am talking about hyperfixations or my wife”

“You don’t have to do that around me”

“Really? It does take a lot of energy to try and appear ‘normal’ but I was afraid of coming across as rude”

“Darling I find you lovely either way” Janus was going to pour up the biggest glass of fucking wine when he got home. He was a flirting machine!

“Oh okay” Logan relaxed his shoulders and started looking at a point right next to his shoulder instead of at his eyes. “Want to hear about Star trek the next generation? It’s the one with Data in it”

Janus squeezed his hand “I definitely have a very good idea about who that person is. Yes please tell me”

Logan went on a very very long infodump which Janus happily listened to (and did his best to reply to even though he didn’t know much). He was sure he would never get tired of hearing him talk. The ice cream nearly melted because they were both too busy with what he had to say.

“-And that is why the poetry actually have significance” Logan concluded after nearly half an hour.

“Well that sure sounds like an interesting series”

“I can show you it? Soon? I have it all on dvd”

“It’s a date- I uh I mean like planned thing not like romantic I mean-” Janus babbled out.

“I am aware of what you meant” He checked his watch “It is probably a good time for me to depart. It’s my turn on laundry today. I will get to categorize socks!”

“Wow. Sounds like a party”

Logan excitedly nodded. He stood up. Janus did as well. They looked down at their still connected hands. Jan was about to let go and simply leave but to his surprise Logan pulled him into a hug.

He leaned down and moved his arms around Janus’ waist. In return Jan quickly stood up on his toes and buried his head into his love’s shoulder. He breathed in his scent. Coffee and strawberry jam. He closed his eyes, taking in the moment.

“Janus, You are so special to me” Logan murmured while holding onto him as hard as he could.

“I- I love- I love being around you” He whispered back. Too afraid to say the truth.

Logan tried to memorise the way it felt to have him this close before letting go and taking a step back “Well I will see you tomorrow then”

“Can’t wait!”

[leafs-lover]

Because Two People Got Drunk: 15

Series Masterlist

A/N: Italics is a flashback.

Summary: It is Oliver’s first birthday party. You have friends and family visit for the occasion. You and Fred celebrate Thanksgiving as a family.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, NSFW

Word Count: 5100

 Chapter 15

November 6, 2022

Today you are throwing Oliver’s first birthday party. The penguins have a few days with just practices. The leafs play the following day so Fred asked to have the party the week before his actual birthday, to allow some of his old and current teammates could come. A few of your friends have come down for the weekend to help celebrate his birthday, as well as his parents.

You through him a “Mr. Onderful” themed party; he has on a onesie that had a white bowtie, jeans and suspenders.

You walk in and see Fred dressed in jeans and a white button-up tee with a black bow tie. He gives you a hug “Hey (Y/N).” “Hey Fred, nice outfit” you say half joking half serious. He did look really good, had you weak in the knees.

“I wanted to match my boy” he jokes bouncing Oliver.

“Well you both look really good” you reply realizing you haven’t separated yet.

“So do you (Y/N/N)” he says looking down at you. You are wearing a black maxi dress, its low cut and tight in the top accentuating your boobs, at the waist it becomes flowy. You are still breast feeding, so your breasts are slightly larger.

You see Fred’s eyes shift from your eyes to your boobs which you ignore “thanks Fred.”

You separate from your hug “looks great in here” he says.

“Thanks, but Heather the planner did most of the work. Couldn’t have done this without her” you explain.

Fred rented out a large party space, and got some jumping castles and games for some of the older kids. The party colours were black, white and gold, with cookies in the shape of bowties and mustaches, as well as some cupcakes. Everything turned out super cute.

The guests start trickling in, and even though he is turning one he is spoiled by everyone. There was a fair bit of penguins gear, books, mini sticks and various sports equipment. Auston even got him a shirt that said “little red” earning a laugh from everyone.

Everyone is having a great time as Oliver stumbles around the party. Fred takes him to a jumping castle. He climbs in with him and sits on his knees and helps him jump up and down on as his baby laugh fills the room.

“That is just the cutest thing ever” Allie says, walking up with Carlee, Anna and Kathy.

“I love baby laughs, they make my heart explode” Kathy says.

“It really is” you say smiling.

“So is his girlfriend coming?” Carlee asks, but you can tell that isn’t what she wants to asks.

“Well the party is half over so I’m going to say no. Last we talked about her, he mentioned he hadn’t introduced him to Oliver yet” you respond.

“He hasn’t brought her to any games or anything. I don’t know if he is ready to introduce her to that part of his life yet either” Kathy adds.

Throughout the party you see Charlotte and Ernst, Ernst smiles at you while Charlotte walks up and you have some small talk with her. While you haven’t talked directly to her since the last time you saw her, she did add you on Instagram.

“Hey so I have something to ask you, it’s about my mom” Fred says.

“Okay, go ahead” you respond a little nervous.

“So apparently I don’t send her enough pictures or videos of Ollie, she is mad at me for this.”

This causes you to laugh lightly “Anyways I sent her a video you had posted on Instagram and she wants to know if you will accept her request so she can see pictures and videos of him since I don’t post on there. She wanted to know if you’d be comfortable with it before sending the request, didn’t want it to upset you or anything.”

“Oh come on Fred, you know me better than that. Of course she can add me!” you say.

“Thanks (Y/N/N). This really helps get me out of the dog house with her” he says, you give him a light smile.

You have sent her some videos and pictures directly to her over the past couple months, which you know she appreciates. While you know you Fred has repaired his relationship with his father, you don’t know if you will. But at least you can have some relationship and be civil with your son’s grandmother.

After the party you sit around with your friends, Oliver is with Fred for the night. “So what’s going on with you two?” Carlee asks “I saw him checking you out all night.”

“He wasn’t checking me out” you state filling up the glasses with more wine.

“He couldn’t stop staring at your boobs, he wasn’t subtle.”

“Well can you blame him?” you joke.

“Yeah they were nice before, but since you started breast feeding they are even bigger” Allie jokes.

A bottle later Carlee looks at you “so are you going to make us ask you? We know something happened” You just stare at her slowly taking a sip of wine as 4 eyes stare at you.

You know these girls see through you, being friends since kindergarten. They know what you are thinking before you even think it. You sigh before saying “about a month ago we slept together.”

“WHAT! HOW?” Carlee yells. “How was it?!” Allie yells at the same time.

“Answer her question first, spare no deets” Carlee exclaims.

“It was amazing, as always” you laugh.

“It was amazing” Allie says mockingly. “We need more.”

“Well he knows what he is doing, and he does it very well. He always has” you say taking a sip. “He isn’t someone who is just looking out for himself, he makes sure to take care of me. More than once. “ you smirk, enunciating each word. “But it happened last month, his birthday, I went to the game and we went back to his place had a couple drinks and well you know…” you trail off.

“Last time I heard a story of you two getting drunk and sleeping together it ended with a baby” Carlee laughs.

“I have an IUD now, so I don’t have to worry about forgetting pills. And he used a condom anyways.”

“Okay but like spill, there is more to this. Like how many times?” Allie says.

“We had sex once” you reply. “That’s not what we’re talking about” Carlee groans.

“Twice” you say smirking. “The first time was basically just his mouth, god he is soooo good with his mouth”

“Fuck I need to get me a guy like Freddie” Allie says. “What about the sex?”

“I told you before; he is very good at what he does. But we never talked about it the next day. When I left it was kind of awkward and cold. I don’t know if he regretted it because of Danielle, or just regretted it in general. I mean the time before it caused major problems so maybe he was waiting for something to happen. Or was expecting me to ruin it again.”

“The way he was looking at you today didn’t look like he regretted it. Looked like he wanted to do it again, and maybe another time” Carlee says grinning at you.

“I don’t want to complicate things. Besides I have been seeing someone for the past 3 weeks."

“Boring” Allie says.

“It wasn’t boring, he is a graphic designer. I’m seeing him again Tuesday night after I drop you ladies at the airport.”

“What about Fred?” “What about him, he has Danielle.”

___________________________________________________________

“Hello”

“Hey Fred. Ollie has a fever of 101, and he hasn’t been eating anything really. I called the doctor and they said to keep an eye on him and if he isn’t better to bring him in tomorrow. He won’t stop crying, I can’t calm him down” you rambles quickly barely stopping. All the time you’re talking Oliver is screaming in the background.

“Oh geez” Fred whispers quietly.

“I just, I –“ before you can answer Fred talks again “I’ll be right there.” He is at home for a homestead, but tonight is a night that you have Oliver, and Fred doesn’t have a game.

“Hey” you say opening the door.

“I finally got him to sleep” You explain. “He had a low fever this morning but wasn’t overly hungry, I thought maybe he was teething. He was playing with his toys but seemed fussier than normal. After his nap it got bad, his fever was almost 101°F, he wouldn’t eat and was screaming, I –.” Words are spewing out of your mouth a mile a minute.

He wraps you in a hug “(Y/N/N) babies get sick, it’s okay. You did everything right.” He is trying to calm you down, but your heart is racing, feels like it is beating out of your chest.

“I just am so stressed out, I didn’t know what to do. He never has been like this”

“Go sit down, I’ll get us a drink” he says walking to the kitchen, You sit on the couch and Fred joins you setting two waters on the coffee table “I thought you meant alcohol” you joke lightly as he takes off his jacket.

“Wow you look nice” you say looking him up and down. He has a nice button down shirt tucked into his black dress pants. Seeing him makes your breath hitch slightly.

“Yeah I was at dinner” he says sitting beside you.

“Sorry didn’t mean to interrupt your date.”

He stares at you for a minute. In the chaos you didn’t even get a chance to look at him, and never even considered why he asked you to watch Oliver when he was home with no game. “You would only dress like that if it was a date” you explain.

“Oh. Well it’s not a big deal, Oliver is more important.” Your heart is still racing as you sit there, he pulls you into his lap and strokes your back as tears immediately fall from your eyes. “Hey, hey, hey your fine, and he is fine, no need for this.”

He tilts your head and wipes the tears off your face placing a light kiss on your forehead. You sit there crying as place your head on his shoulder, Fred’s big arms wrapped around you. Finally you stop crying and sit there in silence. You look at Fred through your puffy blurry eyes “you’re doing great (Y/N/N).”

“Stuff like this makes me wish my mom was around still” you whisper.

“(Y/N) you are an amazing mother, and if she was around she would tell you that you’re doing everything right. Babies just gets sick sometimes. Let’s get you to bed.” He carries you to your bedroom setting you on the duvet. You pull them back sliding under them. Fred turns to leave the room “will you stay?” you ask lightly.

“Yeah of course” he replies turning off the light “ I’ll sleep on the couch”

“No, I can’t have you messing your back out there. This bed is big enough.”

“You sure?” he asks.

You nod and pull the blankets down on the other side of the bed. He removes his pants and shirt, leaving him in boxers, he crawls in beside you and pulls the duvet up. He pulls you in close and wraps his arms around you. You feel his warm body pressed against you as his hand stroke your hair lightly. His steady breathing helps slow down your heart rate as you begin to doze off.

The next morning you wake up at 6 and the bed is empty, you walk out and see Fred in the kitchen in his boxers making coffee while holding Oliver. His eyes are red from crying as he sucks on a pacifier. “Hey bud” you say toughing his forehead.

“His fever is lower than yesterday but still high” Fred explains.

“His doctor had an appointment available at 11, I’m going to take him to it. When did he wake up?”

“Half hour ago or so, he’s drank a little bit but not a lot. He has been pulling at his ear a lot, he might have an infection.” You nod pouring both of you coffee’s and begin making breakfast.

After eating you are loading the dishwasher when Fred pulls you in for a hug. “He’s napping, I’m going to go home to shower and change. I’ll be back for the appointment.”

Fred was right and Oliver had an ear infection. He called the team and missed his game that night. He stayed over the next few nights until Oliver was better, only leaving for hockey. Fred likely stayed a few days longer than needed, but you really enjoyed having him around. It helped keep you calm.

November 23, 2022

“Happy Birthday Mommy” you hear as Fred opens the door, revealing Fred and Oliver on the other side.

“Oh you are both so handsome” you say as Fred hands Oliver to you. Oliver is in jeans with a plaid shirt under a sweater vest. Fred is wearing a pair of if grey washed jeans with a tight grey long tee.

Today is your birthday, and tomorrow is American thanksgiving; Fred has a few days off so you spend that time together celebrating. You wanted time with Oliver for your birthday, and since Fred had the time off he wanted time with him so he suggested you spend a few days together, you staying in his guest room.

You walk in setting Oliver down for a minute, Fred grabs your bag and takes it to the room. You take your winter coat off and hang it up “fuck” you hear Fred mumble quietly as he comes back to the room seeing you. You have on a pair of high waist leather pants with a black silk and lace camisole under a jean jacket. His reaction makes you smile to yourself.

You walk in to the kitchen with Oliver and see that dinner is set on the table. After eating Fred gets up and gets a box, he opens it setting a cupcake in front of all of you. You raise your eyebrow as he removes it from the liner before handing it to Oliver “it’s your birthday” Fred explains.

After eating the cupcakes you pick Oliver up and hold him in your lap, Fred puts a gift bag down in front of you, which contains a new pair of white Louboutin heels, with red bottoms. “Fred you didn’t have to do this” you say holding them up to look at them, noticing the sparkles as you move them in the light.

“I didn’t, Ollie did” he shrugs. He kisses the top of your head before scooping Oliver up “speaking of, its bed time little man.” He leaves the kitchen with Oliver to get him ready for bed when your phone goes off, a facetime request from Connor.

“Hey” you say smiling as you answer it.

“Hey, happy birthday!” he says.

“Thanks, how is Minnesota?”

“It’s okay, cold” he grumbles.

You laugh lightly “how was your birthday” he questions.

“Good, Oliver bought me some shoes” you explain holding them up for the camera.

“Wow, he has good taste” he says. You set the shoes down “yeah he does.”

“So do you have a sitter for Oliver? I want to take you out to dinner when I get back for your birthday, but you mentioned you are bringing Oliver back to your place since Fred will be on the road.”

“Uh I don’t have one. But I was going to start the process of finding someone. I’m sure I can figure something out.”

You hear Fred turn the TV on in the living room as you continue to talk with Connor for a few minutes. After you hang up you join Fred on the couch as he is watching Ozark. “Who was that?” he asks.

“Connor” you pause before continuing “we’ve gone out a couple times.”

Fred nods not breaking his eyes from the TV. “If you wanted to, I could ask Christie. Ollie is comfortable with her.”

“Yeah that would be great” you say before settling in to watch TV.

The next day is Thanksgiving, and you are having a lazy day at home. Oliver remains in his pyjamas while running around playing with toys or bringing you books to read. Fred spends the day in his track pants, hung low on his hips and a white t-shirt, you lounging in a loose t-shirt with track shorts. You go to the park, and spend time as a family.

You sit on the counter drinking wine watching Fred as he loads the day’s dishes into the dishwasher. You’re entire day makes you realize what you could have had if you hadn’t panicked earlier in the year, what your life could have been. You swirl the glass in your hand staring at him as he bends over, you see his pants tighten around his ass. You lick your lips eyes locked on him. You don’t even realize that Fred has stood up and is looking at you until you hear him laughing.

Your head snaps up and you realize he caught you staring at him, a blush creeps across your face as he smirks, “sorry” you mumble quickly diverting your eyes taking a sip of wine.

“You could try to not be so obvious” he chuckles.

“Oh, like you are subtle” you retort a smile coming across your face.

“I don’t know what you’re–“

“Oh please, 90% of the conversations you have with me you’re staring about 8 inches below my eyes. Don’t even try to deny it”

He smiles lightly as his cheeks turn red. “I mean I don’t blame you, they are nice” you joke taking another slow sip of wine.

He walks over to you and stops a few inches in front of you ”they are nice” he says. He places his hands on the counter on either side of you “very nice” he whispers, his mouth inches from your ears. You feel wetness pooling in your core, Fred leans forward pressing his bulge against your thigh.

You tilt your head slightly to look at him; his lips are quickly on yours. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him in close as your hands reach up to his neck, tangling in his hair. He deepens the kiss; you allow his tongue entrance as you place your wine glass on the counter. The kiss becomes sloppy, a frantic mess of tongues and lips. His calloused hand comes up your shirt and begins playing with your nipple under your bra.

You break the kiss for a moment to remove his shirt, your mouth returns to him, this time to his chest. You begin biting his chest, only separating briefly when he removes your shirt and bra.

He stares at you smiling “so fucking nice” he says before his mouth attaches to your nipple, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. A low groan leaves your mouth as your head falls back, your nails scratching his biceps, he brings a hand up to your hair and roughly grabs it as he pulls your head back biting your collarbone. He bites and sucks along your neck as you moan out, he applies pressure pushing you backward onto the cool marble counter. He begins making his way down to your core sucking and biting down your stomach.

“Mmm Fred” you say as he slides your pants down your legs. He places soft kisses on your thigh as he moves closer to the area where you need him most. He moves to kiss you on top of your lace underwear, his beard tickling the inside of you. “Oh” you moan as his tongue pushes into you.

“You’re soaked baby” he says kissing you over your underwear he groans as he tastes you through the lace. “Who did this to you?”

His tongue continues to push into you over your underwear. “You did” you moan out. Fred pulls up and bites your thigh while he hooks a finger in your underwear pulling it down your legs.

“You’re so beautiful” he says bending down looking directly at your clit, “so fucking beautiful.” You feel his cool breath as his beard rubs the inside of his thighs. He nips the inside of your legs slowly inching towards you core. As he approaches, your back arches before he moves to kiss your pubic bone.

You are getting annoyed by his teasing and before you can say anything you feel him lick a stripe up you. He stops at your clit and begins to suck on it. “Fuck” you mumble, feeling Fred smile against you. He keeps sucking on your clit as your hands reach down, gripping the counter. Fred slips his tongue inside your folds his nose brushing against your clit.

He licks the inside of your walls, your hands gripping the counter tighter, knuckles going white, as your hips lift slightly. Fred throws his arm over your hips to hold them in place. His other hand comes up to your nipple massaging it, while his tongue continues to lick the inside of you.

“Freddie” you groan “I’m close.” You’re almost surprised by how quickly he has you on the edge, but he knows your body almost better than you know yourself.

He dives in deeper, his hand pinching your nipple. He sucks on your folds, before sliding his tongue back in your folds.  He pushes his nose in harder to your clit, you begin to whimper as your high approaches you. You close your eyes, his nose brushing your swollen bud. You moan as your orgasm comes, you spasm around his tongue as your legs tighten around his head.

He continues working on you as your orgasm continues, he doesn’t move back until he has licked up all your cum. He finally stands up wiping his hand on his mouth to remove the juices from his face, and wiping his hands on his pants. You sit up slightly on your forearms as Fred brings his head to yours, locking you in a deep kiss.

He brings his hands under your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist. He hoists you up carrying you down the hall, you bite his neck and chest leaving marks. He drops you gently on the bed hovering over you. You pull him closer before you push him onto his back as you straddle him. You rock against him, feeling his sweatpants rub against your core. You feel his hard member underneath you, and slide a hand inside and find his bare penis. You raise an eyebrow at him “no underwear?” you question as you stroke him.

You slide off the bed, pulling his sweats down with you. You crawl over him and place kisses on his abs trailing down his treasure line, his hands reach for your hair. You kiss his stomach, moving lower to his groin when you feel him push your head down trying to get you where he needs you.

“You want something Fred?” you ask innocently placing a light kiss on his tip.

“Babe” he groans trying to push you down further.

“Relax, so needy” you chuckle before licking a stripe on the underside of him. You place a soft kiss on his balls before you continue to his tip, tasting the pre-cum.

“(Y/N) please” he groans.

“Not a fan of being teased eh” you say placing another kiss to his shaft. Before he can respond you wrap a hand around him. You begin stroking him up and down a few times, you suck on his hip while you continue stroking him.

“Fuck” he says, his hands relaxing on you.

“This what you wanted?” you ask seductively, the speed of your hand increasing.

“Yes” he pants.

“You sure?” you lean down and suck another mark on his hip, causing his hip to lift slightly. “I think you want something else” you kiss his tip again “yeah?”

“Please” he moans keeping his eyes locked on you. He watches as you slide his length into your mouth swirling your tongue around him. You bob on him, hollowing your cheek to allow him in deeper. You set a steady pace, bobbing on him.

“(Y/N/N)” he says softy his hands gripping the bedsheets. You can tell he is getting close, as you continue to deep throat him. He hits the back of your throat while you bring a hand up to massage his balls. You take his entire length in your mouth, choking slightly as you continue your pace.

“(Y/N)” he says a little louder this time. “Babe you gotta stop” he says reaching down to pull you off him. You pout as he pulls you in for a deep passionate kiss sucking on your bottom before he pushes you onto your back.

He kisses your chest, sucking on your nipple, you feel his throbbing cock pressed into your stomach. He uses a knee to spread your legs slightly before he slides two fingers into your folds. You moan as he continues sucking your nipple. He slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of you, pushing them fully in every time.

You bend your knee and Fred kisses the inside of your thigh. His fingers thrusting inside you, his thumb pressing circles on your clit.  He returns biting your neck as you bring your hands to his chest scratching down it as he continues to thrust in slowly before he fully pulls out of you. You wince at the empty feeling before Fred brings them to your lips. You open your mouth and he slips his fingers in your mouth. You taste your juices as you clean his fingers.

He pulls his fingers from you “flip over” he says. When you flip onto your hands and knees you hear the sound of foil tearing behind you. You feel his hard member brush against your folds, his tip teasing your entrance. You grind your ass back trying to push onto him.

“Relax, so needy” he chuckles lightly smacking your ass, you groan as he uses your words against you. He slowly slides himself inside you bottoming out, you feel yourself stretching for him. He pulls out, his hands resting on your hips. He uses them to pull you back against him. He sets a fast pace as you continue to grind back onto him. His hand leaves your hip and slaps your ass, harder this time, you wince at the pain as his hand returns to your hip. You continue rolling against him, his pace picks up.

You feel him lean around you, his hand reaches to rub your clit. He starts rubbing fast circles as you feel him becoming sloppy behind you. He uses his other hand to pull you back hard into him

“Aaah, right there” you moan “don’t stop.”

You hear a strangled laugh leave his mouth “didn’t plan on it.” You begin to feel your walls beginning to tighten. “Fuck” you mumble.

“You close (Y/N/N)?” he questions.

“Yeah, so close” a choked groan escapes your lips.

He continues his pace, rubbing on your clit. Your walls tighten as you clench around him, he keeps thrusting while your orgasm continues. Once you return from your high you feel him thrusting his hands pulling your hips back hard onto him.

“Freddie” you moan loudly. He keeps his pace before you continue “babe I want to ride you.”

He quickly pulls out and lies on his back; you crawl over to him and easily slide back onto him. Your hands scratch his chest as you set a quick pace on him. He pushes his hips up, pressing further into you “babe” you groan.

“You gonna cum again?” he asks, his hands playing with your breasts. Your head falls back as you keep rising on him. “You have one more babe?” he asks. You aren’t able to answer him before you feel your walls tighten around him again. Your hands dig hard into his chest as you ride him through your high.

You feel him thrust into you a few more times before his dick twitches, him spilling into the condom. You collapse on your back beside Fred.

You lay there for a few minutes, allowing your heart rates to stabilize. Fred gets up and heads to his bathroom to dispose of the condom, returning with boxers on. He has a damp cloth in his hand that he uses to gently clean you before he walks over to his dresser pulling out a t-shirt.

You roll over and sit on your knees as he pulls the t-shirt over your head. You look to the red marks on his hips and your hand grazes over the scratches on his firm chest. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to do such a number on your chest.” A smile comes across his face as he crawls in the bed. He pulls you down into his arms “don’t apologize, I enjoyed it” he says as he kisses you lightly.

The next morning you wake up and brew coffee when you hear Oliver stirring. You place him in the highchair and get him breakfast. You reach up to get two mugs, causing Fred’s t-shirt to rise, revealing you black lace panties “Jesus” you hear Fred grumble behind you. You turn around and immediately hit Fred’s hard shirtless chest, he reaches around you to grab the mugs for you. He sets them on the counter beside you, before bringing a hand to play with the hem of your shirt. You look up at him as he brings his lips down to yours engaging you in a passionate kiss. You moan lightly, he pulls back slightly smiling against your lips “good morning.”

You spend the rest of Friday with him and Oliver. You watch movies and play toys enjoying your time the three of you. After you put Oliver to bed, you walk into the hallway and Fred pushes you against the wall, he picks you up and carries you to bed where you spend the night tangled in his sheets.

The next morning you leave when Fred leaves for a road trip. He helps you down to your car and buckles Oliver into his car seat. Before letting you into your car he pins you against it, bringing his lips down for a deep passionate kiss.

“I had a good couple days with you” he says mumbling against your lips. Your hands lace into his hair and smile “me too” you say before kissing him one last time.

Oliver’s Birthday: 

Your shoes:

Next Chapter

[scornedlove]

Chapter Twenty-Nine

ROBYN

I called Mel to blow off some steam, but her phone was going straight to voicemail. To say I was boiling was an understatement. Half an hour later, I found myself asking for a shot of whiskey at the nearest bar. Some place that probably hadn’t had a new customer in weeks. 

“I’ll take a water with lemon” John stated, his eyes roaming the dark room. The place was small, yet cold and unfamiliar. There wasn’t many people here, but you could tell the few present were regulars.  

“Thanks for coming in with me, I know this ain’t in ya job description” I sighed, trying my hardest not to dump all my problems on him.

“I’m just glad you got up out the house. I was beginning to think you replaced me” 

“You know better than that! You ain’t getting rid of me that easy” I chuckled in surprise. I tossed back my shot and motioned for the bartender to refill me, wasting no time to toss that one back too.

“This whiskey’s not gonna have you trying to throw bottles upside my head again is it?”

“I promise I’ll behave myself” I crossed my heart with my right hand. “Sometimes, I get so worked up and I just need to take the edge off. Whiskey helps.”

“Don’t let this shit be your go to” he advised, glancing over his shoulder to see who walked in when the door opened.

“Shopping is my go to, Mary Jane is definitely the runner up, but this shit easily takes third place.” I admitted, nonchalantly. “Everybody needs an outlet”  

“You gonna have to find some better outlets. I know it’s hard, but I’ve been where you are before and it ain’t a pretty place. I’m not going to sit back and watch you spiral downhill.”

“Eh, to each their own. I’m sure you got your outlets.” I shrugged, before requesting another refill and quickly gulping it down. John just shook his head and looked back at the door as a couple of people walked out. I loved how alert he always was, it made me feel safe. Safe enough, to order another shot.

“Can you at least slow down?” he demanded rather than asked. “Ain’t no way yo tolerance that high.”

“Boy please! I am Bajan, we can hold our liquor.” I teased, starting to feel myself. The whiskey had my temperature rising, so I slid my jacket down on to the stool. The bartender placed my refill in front of me, this time flashing his dingy smile while his eyes burned a hole in my chest. 

“Thanks, we’ll let you know if we need anything else” John practically yelled to snap him from his daze.

“Sorry man. We don’t get models in here often” he apologized before tending to the other couple at the bar.

“Bullshit” I blurted before falling into giggles. “I know I look like shit today, but that was a good save”

“You ready? Cause I’m ready to get up outta here.” John stood, with his mind made up. He’s never bossed me around before and oddly enough, it was turning me on.

“Wait, just let me get-”

“You’ve had enough, let’s go.” he ordered, looking down at me. I was beginning to imagine his dark skin on mine and realized he was right. It had to be the liquor taking over, so I shook the thought away and stood like he requested. 

 "Yeah, you’re right, I uh, need to do some shopping anyway.” I stammered, leaving a few twenty's on the counter before leading the way out. 

The ride to the mall was awkward. I rolled and smoked an entire blunt to myself on the way. I could tell John was pissed, but I didn’t understand why or even cared to ask. I’m sick of people trying to give me advice I didn’t ask for. I’m grown as hell and if I want to get fucked up in the middle of the day on a Monday, then that’s what I’ll do. 

“I know how long these trips can be and I don’t want you to feel rushed, just give me a call when you’re ready” he stated, once we reached the mall entrance.

“Don’t even worry about it. Thanks for the ride, enjoy the rest of your day” I added, jumping out the back seat before he’d even come to a complete stop. I didn’t want to be around his bad energy, that shit was contagious. I’ll just have to take a cab home. I’d much rather ride with a stranger than be judged.

Turns out John was right. I spent much more time shopping than I expected. There wasn’t much traffic and I enjoyed not having to wait in lines.  I treated myself to new clothes, shoes, earrings, and a new purse. Everything I wanted was in stock and I had many of the stores to myself. Apparently I picked a good day to splurge because I spent well over forty grand.

After shopping, I ordered some Chinese food and found a little corner to myself in the food court. I was so happy about the leopard print Louboutin booties I found, I had to put them on before I even touched my food. Something about leopard print made me feel sexy and I needed that feeling now.

I slipped my flats off and smiled as the softness of the booties welcomed my feet. They made me feel so good, I forgot about my bad day. I started to devour my food as if all the appetite I was missing all week suddenly appeared from nowhere. When I was done, I wasted no time getting in line at the ice cream shoppe. 

I sat down again, taking my time and enjoying my chocolate chip, double dip cone a little too much. I was in heaven, oblivious to my surroundings. A weird feeling crept over me and I felt like I was being watched. My eyes shot up for a quick scan and immediately locked on the culprit. Christopher fucking Brown.

I stared back for what seemed like forever, but he wasn’t letting up so I decided to show out. If he thought he couldn’t stop looking before, he wouldn’t know what to do when I made him wish he were the ice cream. 

“I knew my eyes weren’t deceiving me” a smooth baritone caught me off guard in the middle of my act. I sighed deeply before locking eyes with the one night stand I was supposed to never see again. 

“Today has got to be my lucky day” he grinned.

“Hey Stranger” I smirked, swallowing the big ass frog in my throat. I should’ve put my ice cream down, but I couldn’t. I just took bites instead of licks while he eyeballed my lips.

“Nah, call me Rocky” he pleaded, his eyes roaming with no shame. Fuck I thought to myself, realizing I left my favorite black leather jacket at the bar. My nipples were at full attention and an apparent distraction, so I crossed my arms. 

“I thought we agree-”

“You really want me to treat you like a stranger after the way I had your body feeling the last time you saw me?” he asked, inviting himself to sit in front of me. 

“We agreed to no names”

“Who are you shopping with, if you don’t mind me asking?” he quizzed, checking out my table full of bags.

“Damn you nosy” I frowned, shaking my head. “Who you here with?”

“Shit, I’m here with you. I just wanna know who about to be pissed when your plans change up.”

“How my plans change up?” I giggled, loving his persistence.

“I got somewhere I wanna take you”

“Boy you don’t even know me”

“I know what you taste like. You gonna let me taste you again?” he asked wetting his lips before biting the bottom one and slowly letting it out. Flashbacks of his lips on my body sent shivers down my spine. Before I could even respond, I could see Chris approaching at record speed with Nicki on his tail. 

CHRIS

“Thank you for getting me out the house today” Nicki smiled, taking a bite from her huge, soft pretzel. “This is exactly what I needed!”

“Me too” I mumbled between bites of my pretzel dog. I was glad I was feeling better than I had the day before, but I still felt crappy. Yesterday I laid around with a hang over from hell, but when Nicki called today I had to pull my shit together. 

“I’m so glad Sam will be home for good today. All I can ever think about is what if he misses our baby’s birth”

“Aren’t you due next month?”

“Yeah, but look how fat I am! There’s no way I can hold this baby for another month!” she stood up and turned sideways for me to see her silhouette. 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be back to yourself in no time. You’re having a healthy baby. That’s the important part.” I stressed and her face immediately dropped in shame.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Sorry for what?”

“Complaining. I’m grateful for this entire experience. I just wish Sam could’ve found a closer job sooner, but it’s done now and I’m soooo grateful” she beamed as her phone vibrated on the table. “Speak of the devil.”

“Tell him I said what up” I laughed at her girlish demeanor while she spoke with her husband. Somehow they pulled through their long distance relationship, even with the hormone roller coaster. I was happy for them.

“So are you spending Thanksgiving in Texas with Tae now that Mama got her own thing going on?” Nicki quizzed after hanging up with Sam. I hadn’t told her it was over with me and Tae yet, I was hoping to avoid this conversation altogether.

“Nah. You know me, I like to make my rounds. Are you cooking? I’m tryna come get one of your plates!”

“Noooo Chris! Holidays show a girl how serious you are about her. You gotta at least try to go see her, it’s important!”

“Well, sh-”

“Robyn”

“No, it’s not about Rob-”

“No, I was saying, is that Robyn?” she nodded across the food court towards the ice cream shoppe. Sure enough, Robyn was standing in line with three bags on one arm and her wallet in hand as she waited to order.

“Damn, she looks good” I blurted under my breath. I didn’t know where we stood since the last time we spoke, so I definitely wasn’t going over there.

“That hair looks so good on her. When’s the last time ya’ll talked?” 

“Not long ago, and it wasn’t pleasant” I answered honestly, unable to take my eyes from her as she paid and grabbed her ice cream from the cashier. She quickly found an empty table, set her things down, and began to devour her ice cream in the most seductive way. On top of that, the dress she wore revealed every curve and way too much skin. 

When she sat down, her eyes met mine. She refused to break eye contact and began to lick her ice cream with a flat tongue, curving it around the top. She winked at me, then opened her mouth wide before sucking her ice cream from the top, clearly giving me a show.

“So ya’ll cool or not?” Nicki’s voice snatched me back to attention. My head snapped in her direction to see if she was seeing what I was but she was preoccupied with her phone. When I looked back at Robyn, there was someone else sitting in front of her, blocking my view. 

This guy must’ve been enjoying the same show I was, too bad he didn’t stand a chance. Rob’s the kind of girl that doesn’t even give a guy two seconds if he’s not worth it, which made me wonder why this guy was still sitting there. 

“I don’t know. Let’s go say wassup” I suggested as Nicki tossed the last of her food in her mouth, then followed me towards Robyn.

As we approached her, a huge smile spread across her face and she waved in our direction. I wasn’t sure what to expect but my nerves relaxed a bit. 

“Oh my God! Look at you!” Robyn shrieked, jumping up to hug Nicki.

“No bitch, look at you! I was just telling Chris how bomb this haircut is on you!” Nicki returned the love. I tried to get a word in, but Robyn turned her back to me and proceeded to talk to Nic like I wasn’t even there.

“I can’t believe you almost done cooking the munchkin already!” She squealed, rubbing Nicki’s belly. 

“Yes girl, exactly 28 more days!”

“Boy or girl?”

“We don’t know yet, we wanted a surprise”. They went back and forth for what seemed like forever, paying me no mind. I waited patiently until Robyn attempted to leave with the random guy without speaking to me. She tried to walk by me so I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me, catching her off guard.

“So you just gonna ignore me?” I asked, glaring into her shocked expression. It took a second of thought but to my surprise, she shook her head no, so I wasted no time leading the way to an empty table for a little privacy.

“How you been?” I began, instantly pissing her off.

“What you mean How I been?” she mimicked rolling her eyes. “What do you want Christopher?”

“I ran into Rayven last night..you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

"Wow, you pulled me to the side to ask about Rayven?” she asked, with slanted eyes. 

“No, that’s not wh-”

“Fuck you Christopher. I should beat your ass like I did her” she frowned, attempting to walk off. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me again, with a little more force this time.

“Have you been drinking?” I asked, trying to smell it on her breath but only smelling the ice cream. “Who’s this guy your with? Do you know him?”

“Mind the business you chose over me. I ain’t yo woman.” she spat, before returning to the lucky punk waiting for her. Those words hurt like daggers but I was more embarrassed than anything.  

“I guess it’s safe to say ya’ll not cool” Nicki spoke, breaking the silence on the ride home.

“I don’t know Nic, I think I really messed up this time”

“Ah hell, what you do now?” she shook her head in frustration as I caught her up on my cursed love life. 

“Can I be brutally honest with you?” she asked, raising her brow as she stared me in the face.

“That’s all I’m asking”

“You sound confused as fuck! At the end of the day, who do you love?

“I can’t even lie. I love them both”

“Who do you want to be with....like forever”

“I don’t know”

“Well that’s your problem. You gotta figure out what you want” she shook her head in disbelief.

“It’s not that easy. See with Tae I have this clean slate, well almost clean. Distance is the only problem. “

“Which is a pretty big problem” she pointed out. 

“But with Rob there’s so much chemistry, history, love... it would be hard to come back from what we been through”

“Well if you put it like that, do you want hard as shit or hard as fuck?” she teased, cracking herself up. 

“Thanks for the lovely advice”

“I can’t help you bro, you on your own!”

“I can see that!”

“Nah, but for real, every time I’ve seen you and Tae together you seem happy as hell. I mean head over heels, you stay cheesing like a damn girl, and treating her like a princess. But when you talk about Robyn you seem unsure and even kind of depressed. I’m sure it’s because of the accident, and everything else that happened but aren’t you ready to put all of that behind you?”

“Put Robyn behind me? “I sighed, giving it deep thought. It wasn’t like she was fucking with me anyhow. After seeing her today I was even more confused than before. 

“That situation is out of your hands at this point. I’m sorry, but it’s clear to me that Rob ain’t fucking with you bro. I can tell you’re not really taking Tae serious because you’re hoping Rob comes around. That’s bullshit and you definitely owe Tae an apology. Start there and just see where everything else goes.” she suggested, as she kicked her shoes off and kicked her feet up on the dash.

“That girl don’t want to talk to me”

“Of course not, you gotta go bigger than a phone call”

“Like what?”

“Like go see her. Go spend Thanksgiving with her! Have you ever been to her place? She’s been to your crib, your galleries, and met all your people. Ya’ll been together long enough, it’s time for you to meet the family. Matter of fact, you should pop up on her!”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” I grinned, realizing how right she was. It was obvious I hadn’t been putting in much effort and that’s probably why she keeps one foot in the door and the other out. She just needs a grand gesture to know how important she is to me.

With Nic’s help, I came up with the perfect plan to get us back on track. Thanksgiving was less than a week away, so I wasted no time booking my flight and a room near her salon. All I had to do was show up and speak my peace. How hard could that be?

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 110 prt 2

They hadn’t had that discussion...

“As smoothly as things are at the moment, I would still prefer you remained in Platt, at least during the night. You may visit, but I have noticed you’re particularly clingy to Keith right now. I think staying with him will help continue to keep your hormonal and emotional levels stabilised. You react strongly to touch and scent”

“Should I be taking off work?”

Lance shook his head quickly

“Babe, I’ll be okay. I know you want to be with me, but you’ll lose track of everything if your focus is on me alone...”

“I don’t want you alone if it isn’t good for you”

Coran chuckled at the pair of them

“Lance doesn’t like to be smothered, even by you. He’s very stubborn like that. I’ll check the schedule with Kolivan, he’s been forced to swallow his pride over the stalling in the search for Sendak. I’m sure if he was made aware...”

“No!”

It wasn’t a yell, but it wasn’t not a yell. More like a very heated and very solid “No way in hell”. Lance sighing softly at him, a sigh that told him they’d be having a serious talk about this later. Shiro pinched the bridge of his nose. Coran looking almost confusidly alarmed. Mami still watching the black blob on the screen. Keith’s gaze dropping to his feet. He didn’t want special treatment... that so ingrained in him that it made it hard to be honest

“We’re waiting. Until things settle down, we’re waiting...”

“Keith is right. It’s not like we’re not going to tell them, but for now we’re doing what’s right for us. We want to wait and grow a bit more confident over what’s happening”

This is why he had Lance. Lance translated his stupid words into something other people got. The baby might be there now, but he just... He was a feeling a lot of things he couldn’t verbalise. Excited. Proud. Shaken. Drained. Slightly horny... Proud. Worried. A lot of things. Rubbing the back of Keith’s hand with his thumb, Lance drew his gaze back to him. His boyfriend smiling at him, expression filled with love and wonder. He felt kind of chicken shit for being more scared of a baby than a vampire

“It’s okay, Babe. You don’t need to look so sad. I’m okay, and this little one is still there. Soooo, Mami, what do you think?”

Lance effortless took the attention off him and he was grateful

“I think that old Colleen has nothing with her new great-great-grandson. Not when my baby boy is going to be a father. Oh, I can’t wait to rub this in her face”

“Mami... Seriously, who knew nursing homes could be so competitive. Next you’ll be taking bets”

Mami laughed as she patted Lance’s hand. Shiro took the bait

“If we’re taking bets, I’m betting on a boy”

Lance laughed then cut himself off, moving his hand to his belly

“Oh, god. Don’t make me laugh... Coran, are you nearly done?”

“A few more clicks... Hmm... a betting pool isn’t a bad idea”

“Put me down for a girl. Call it mother’s intuition”

Shiro nodded, pulling out his phone

“We’ve got a boy from Coran. A girl from Miriam. Sorry, Miriam, I’ll side with Coran on that one... Two for a boy... Keith, what should I put you down for?”

Keith didn’t know... either would be adorable if they took after Lance...

“Don’t tease him like this. We don’t mind as long as their healthy”

“You two are no fun. Shall we say $50 to winner? Or split the pot?”

“I’ll be happy to take your money... don’t go leaving town before you pay up”

Mami was ruthless, Shiro snorting with laughter. Lance squirming again

“Guys, seriously. Not cool”

Coran apologetic as he clicked the mouse connected to the ultrasound machine

“I’m sorry, Lance... give me... okay, there we go... all done”

Lance let out a long breath of relief, starting to sit up, despite his belly still covered in gel, the moment Coran pulled the wand off

“Thank God for that... sorry, Mami... I just really need to pee”

Mami didn’t mind, she probably understood. From the movies Keith knew pregnant people seemed to need to pee a lot

“Off you go. Why don’t you take Keith with you?”

“Yes, why don’t you two have a few moments to process today’s scans while I clean up here. Off you boys go”

It felt like they’d been evicted as they headed to the locker room, Lance striding in ahead of him, leaving Keith to drag his steps so his boyfriend could have some privacy peeing. When he finally made it into the shower/toilet area, Lance had locked himself away in a cubicle, Keith wondering if it was weird as he stood outside the door

“Babe?”

“I’m all good... this lube stuff is seriously sticky”

Keith snorted. Lance didn’t love sticky things but seemed perfectly fine with it during sex

“Want help?”

“Nah... hold on”

Opening the door, Lance was rubbing at his belly with a wad of toilet paper

“See, almost all gone. God... I really needed to pee. Next time I’m waiting before drinking that water... I felt like I was going to burst when Coran pressed on my stomach”

“I’m sorry”

“What are you apologising for? You’re not the one with a bladder that decided it needed to be pea sized today”

Keith shrugged, stepping back out the way, Lance slipping past him, throwing the toilet paper in the bin before washing his hands

“I don’t know. I don’t like you being uncomfortable”

“Babe, I’m fine. Crisis adverted... How are you? You didn’t say much, but you’ve still got tears in your eyes”

“It was kind of amazing... I guess...”

His boyfriend huffed at him, crossing to close the distance between them before pulling him into a hug

“More than amazing. I’m okay and the baby is too”

“I’m sorry... it’s just... I’m still scared”

“That’s why you asked about the heartbeat. It doesn’t really feel like this ball of cells is going to be an actual person”

“I’m still scared it’s not going to be”

Lance nuzzled into his neck

“I know, but... it’s... we can still be happy, you know. I know we over think things, but Coran isn’t messing around”

“No... sounds like he did enough of that when he was younger”

Lance laughed, raising his head to shoot a brilliant smile at him

“That he did... but good news, us messing around won’t hurt this little one. Before you say it, I know you want to wait, but honestly I feel so happy right now I want to cry that I’m about to jump up”

Keith was not prepared. Lance jumping up and looping his legs around his waist had him stumbling into the closest sink. Laughing happily, Lance clang to him, Keith not even grumpy about the lack of warning as his boyfriend dived in to kiss him. Several long kisses later, Lance pulled back enough to lap at the blood beading on Keith’s lips

“I love you, Keith Kogane”

“I love you, too, Lance Bratty-Arse McClain”

Lance’s happiness was infectious. Keith grinning up at Lance, his hands supporting his boyfriend by his arse

“Good. Because you and me, we made a baby, and it honestly feels like things are looking up... like a whole baby, babe... we did that... I was so worried trying to think of what to say if today hadn’t gone well... and I know I’m getting ahead of myself...”

“Babe, shut up, I get it. You’re happy”

“Very... and cold. This place is freezing...”

Keith snorted. The shower area wasn’t that cold. Lance was being a baby

“That’s because you’re like an ice block”

“Am I at least a cute one?”

“Very... but I don’t know if I should be feeding your ego. 6 weeks is still really early”

“Mhmm... but for now, can we just be kind of really in awe...”

“Can I be shocked? I’m still really fucking shocked”

Lance laughed at him. God. He felt like it’d been too long since Lance was jumping into his arms happily

“I am too. I don’t know why I decided to leap up on you, but I feel really good that this little one is okay. Should I get down?”

“Nah, you’re fine... I feel like you haven’t been smiling much lately”

“I feel like I didn’t have as much to smile about... just wait until the embarrassment kicks in...”

“For jumping on me?”

“For letting myself be happy. Are you happy? Are you okay? I’ve been all about me and today hit you hard”

“I’ve been... better... but I feel better knowing the scan was good”

“That’s good. You always stress so much. You’re going to get wrinkles way too young”

The way Lance pout at him made him want to kiss him all over again. Which was playing with fire... Once the relief had worn off, and he was back to feeling himself, he’d have to reassess how he felt over being intimate

“And you’re a brat. What happened to the 45 year old dressed in seven layers?”

“Coran heated the office. Rose my core temperature... but you’ll snuggle with at home, keep me warm, right?”

“Depends. You were fucking freezing when you came back to bed”

“Mmm, but you were nice and warm... Wanna go home and watch the scan again? The two of us? Pidge wants me to call again, but right now that’s what I want to do...”

That sounded nice

“Sure... provided you behave long enough to get home”

“I always behave. It’s the snow that’s out to get me, not the other way around”

“Right... I’m pretty sure snow is older than your old arse”

Keith regretted the words as soon as he saw Lance’s face fell. His boyfriend climbing out of his arms to wrap his arms around his waist in a self hug

“Babe... I was joking”

“But that’s the thing... maybe I am too old? And what do we tell them when they notice I don’t age? I’m old... like way older than you... you could be happier with...”

Nope. Grabbing Lance, Keith pulled him back

“I shouldn’t have said it like that. I like you, and you’re not that old”

Lance raised his right hand to rub at his eyes, he wasn’t wearing his glasses today. His boyfriend really wanted to see the scan clearly

“I’m 45... most people have kids your age... and... I know you were joking. I do... but it’s something I’ve been thinking about. Fuck. Here I was lecturing you and now I’m... I’m sorry”

“It bothers you a lot, doesn’t it?”

He’d been careful with the grey hair jokes because he knew Lance still held a lot of sensitivity over them... Making a mental joke, he was going to have to avoid age jokes all together for now

“Yeah... I was trying not to think about it... but like, I don’t get older... and I hate it so much... I know you’re okay with it, but it’s something I’m not okay with... throw it in with my body changing and it’s... yeah... Sorry. Can we go home now?”

The change in Lance just about gave him whiplash

“You know I don’t care about that... You’re still you”

Lance hardly acted his age, unless he needed to. He was so full of love and life... Keith liked the man inside the body... though the body was pretty smoking hot

“I do... I mean. I know. It hit me again out of nowhere... I think... maybe I’m going to have some problems with it until I settle down. I’m like so relieved they’re okay that it’s not even funny”

“Me too. Do you want to get anything on the way home?”

“Nah... I just... I just want to watch the scan alone with you... I love Mami and I love Shiro and Coran, but I want to watch you watch it again...”

“Why? What did I do?”

“You were crying but you were smiling... I really love it when you smile”

Keith’s heart went funny as he ducked his head. Only Lance could make him feel like this... and feel braver about that letter

“When we get home, there’s something I want... I need you to see with me”

“Is it bad?”

“I don’t know, but I think I’ve left it long enough”

“Alright, Mullet. Let’s go... I feel pretty rude leaving but I need some alone time with you right now”

Mami had come for the scan and sure, Keith liked her, but Lance and their baby came first. Besides, the scan was over... He wasn’t letting Lance go out in this weather on those slippery roads. His heart had enough trouble letting Shiro drive around

“Yeah. Funnily enough I do to”

[punkscowardschampions]

Janis & Grace

Janis: [Let us say that some boys on the bus were going hard with being dicks because duh, shit always goes down on the bus] Janis: 3 of those lads have sent me dick pics Janis: say the word, like Grace: only 3? 💔 Janis: What can I say? Janis: Not got the pull I used to, obvs Grace: yeah same Janis: Yeah Janis: well, there's comfort in knowing you're always one #scandal away from being old news at this school, yeah Grace: mhmm I'm like so comforted rn Janis: Not my forte Janis: I'll work on getting the remaining 2 dicks Janis: revenge porn, I could do Grace: 🤞💜🙏 Janis: I hope the rest of the insults you've heard today have been more creative than that poor showing at least Grace: Duh of course they haven't 🙄 Janis: Gutting Janis: should've paid more attention in English, lads Grace: [sends her some of the quality content] Grace: that'll be easier when I'm not there to be like TOTALLY distracting obvs Janis: 😑 Janis: How dry Janis: 💀 or 👻 Grace: I mean like catch them at 20 still trying to pass Grace: much as I wanna kms Janis: True that Janis: only here past junior cert to get more fingering experience Grace: ugh Janis: I know Janis: romance is dead Janis: is there anything I can actually do though? Grace: get that as a matching tattoo with barista boy? no 👌👌 Grace: idk cos idk what I can even do soooo Grace: my life is just over Janis: I'll float the idea Janis: might be a bit mainstream Janis: yeah but is that such a bad thing Janis: was pretty tragic, right? Grace: can you not Janis: I'm not taking the piss Janis: I'm being real Grace: & I'm not in the mood for a life revamp atm Grace: or your advice Janis: I'm not trying to be a guru either Grace: well you don't know what you're talking about so that's a relief Janis: Alright Janis: not said I do either Janis: sorry I don't, if I knew how to avoid scandals, I could sell that shit for a high price Grace: just stop Grace: I could care less that I'm #cancelled Grace: it's not even Janis: Go on then Janis: I know you aren't upset over that idiot Grace: Duh Grace: he's the WORST but I knew that already Janis: and give a shit about everyone talking shit, apparently Janis: so, what is it? Grace: it's real if I say it Janis: Is that why you're not saying anything Janis: I know it doesn't stop the talk but some people might listen Janis: what don't you want to make real? Grace: I don't want people to listen, I literally don't want anyone to know Grace: I don't even wanna know, I wish I didn't Janis: Grace Janis: what are you talking about? Grace: I'm literally the worst person, I didn't wanna have his baby & now god has like cursed me forever Janis: Babe, God is NOT a subscriber Janis: tell me Grace: if you make me 😂 I will 😭 Janis: That would make things feel more normal Janis: but I'll calm my comedy genius Janis: you haven't grown another head and I don't think our animal have been slaughtered Grace: thanks babes Grace: but I'd rather have another head than this Janis: More to contour, I get it Janis: Kinda Janis: so it must be bad Grace: Yeah Grace: like I said, my life is over Grace: it's not even started & it's done Janis: Did you want the baby Janis: I know you said not HIS but like Janis: it'd be understandable to be in two minds, even after making a decision about it Grace: not now but I didn't know that'd mean not ever Janis: What? Grace: it's not just that I wasn't pregnant this time Grace: I can't be Janis: Ever? Janis: The Doctor told you? Grace: Ever Grace: the doctor said I'm going through the fucking menopause, like is nan even?! Janis: the menopause Janis: is that even possible Janis: fuck Grace: I don't think the doctor is allowed to drop fake news on me Grace: like maybe there's another storytime coming Janis: When did you find this out? Grace: I went to the doctors right after I delivered my fake news to him Janis: Jesus, Grace Janis: How are you in School Janis: why? Grace: I told you, I don't want this to be happening Grace: I'm freaking out, the symptoms are crazy Janis: Is it just pure bad luck Janis: it can't be like..reversed Grace: there's like no way to undo it Janis: Shit Janis: I'm sorry Janis: that is huge Grace: yeah me too Grace: the pity party this fam would throw would be huge Grace: along with the guestlist of all their accidental babies Janis: and we have enough birthdays with all those accidental kids so Janis: Obviously, no need to explain why you're keeping it to yourself Grace: I can't do this Grace: be this Janis: I don't think you have a choice Janis: well, you don't Grace: is it my fault though? all the binging I used to do Grace: Ro got to have a kid Janis: Of course it ain't your fault Janis: this shit is unfair and random Grace: Yeah Janis: and it'll always be shit and unfair Janis: but you can still live your life, just different to how you've imagined Grace: I don't wanna live this life Janis: There's not an alternative Janis: but I can guarantee it's not gonna be as bad as you feel right now Grace: I was just starting to get my shit together, for god's sake Janis: I know Janis: but you still have the rest together Grace: HE'S the last boy that's ever gonna come near me, that alone makes me wanna die Janis: that's bollocks Janis: you've not got the plague Janis: socially, right now Janis: but who gives a fuck, yeah, the lads 'round here are not the be all in any way Grace: I literally live here Grace: what else am I gonna do go online and find boys who are into 👵? Janis: Boys that don't go to our school, would be a start Janis: ones that aren't likely to be fans of that prick, shouldn't be hard Janis: you're not going for 12 year olds, like Grace: I said don't make me 😂 Janis: It can't hurt Janis: except literally, maybe Grace: I've gotta get used to all the fucking aches and pains anyway ugh Janis: Any excuse for a spa day, you Grace: I'll lose your invite, don't even worry Janis: 💔😏 Janis: you should though Janis: do something that doesn't make you feel like 👵 Grace: casual infertility party Janis: not exactly what I was thinking but Janis: interesting take on the baby shower epidemic Janis: I'd come Grace: oh god don't, Rio's gonna have another one soon Janis: It'll be nice to not have to snatch it back from an OTT gay this time Janis: more chill Grace: unless I snatch it cos I go fully mental Janis: I'd recommend a less baby crazy target Grace: maybe I'll start pushing all the 🐈s around in a pram like oh hey this is my new vibe Janis: if you want your face clawed off Janis: they're pretty unsympathetic little bastards Grace: I literally didn't wanna be in this fam before what am I meant to do now?! ugh Janis: As much as it would be a laugh to ask Ri to surrogate again Janis: let's think of something a little less drastic for the time being Grace: like? Janis: like Janis: you can't disown us all, it'd take to long Janis: but you could not be around for a while Grace: 👌👌 except I have nowhere to go Grace: not trying to have a Q&A with my friends about this Janis: You're so lucky I'm the twin with brains Grace: rude Janis: what about going to see Ava for a hot sec Janis: she's not the barrage-you-with-questions type Grace: it's lowkey very unlikely her mum & dad would want me there though Janis: yeah but it's as unlikely they'll be about enough to notice you that hard Janis: everyone knows you're going through it right now, even if they don't actually know what IT really is Grace: okay yeah Grace: mum does, she'd let me go Janis: exactly, who actually gives a shit if you miss a week or so of school Janis: Ava could still go if she so desperately needs, you just need to chill Janis: away from here Grace: not me, school was the worst even before this Janis: One thing we can agree on Grace: don't like tell anyone, okay? Janis: No shit Janis: 'course I won't Grace: Even your boyfriend who you're so 💖😍😘 for & have no secrets from Janis: Even though you're being purposefully antagonizing rn Janis: I won't tell no one Grace: thanks Janis: It ain't even an ask Janis: so don't mention it Grace: 👌💜 Janis: I'll hook it up with her, no stress Grace: I'll handle mum Janis: and your packing Grace: at least I don't have to serve a look as hard when there's only 1 person there I'm avoiding as opposed to like ALL of Dublin Janis: safe to say you can give the #ootds a break too Janis: strictly loungewear, like Grace: mhmmm Janis: bit rude to avoid Ava though Janis: do I need to tell her you're getting in the guestroom and not coming out, like? Grace: oh please, I would never Janis: Who are you avoiding then? Grace: just a boy Janis: unlike you Grace: excuse you Janis: You'd have your exes all back 'round like a family reunion Janis: who's this boy, did you shit in his bed, what's the story Grace: 😱😱😱 Grace: I WOULD NOT Janis: 👌👌 you love a repeat Grace: I'm a hoe reformed 😇🙏 Janis: so that's why you're avoiding Janis: get a wimple, join a convent Grace: literally can't 💍 anyone but god now anyway so Grace: obvs that's what he wanted when he cursed me Janis: #whenbaeisposessive 😍 Janis: and don't talk shit, you don't have to promise you'll have your firstborn within the year when you get married, like Janis: not necessary Grace: whatever we're so off topic rn Janis: the topic of you shitting in some London lad's bed, 'cos you did not deny it Janis: let's get back on that Grace: OMG no! Grace: I'm 👵 not 🤢💀🤒😓💀 Grace: he's just a hookup, no drama Janis: just gonna run for cover if you 👀 him Janis: standard Janis: probably not lurking about her gaff unless you've really one-upped everyone and fucked your uncle 🤢 Grace: EW! Grace: I'm not even gonna 👀 him cos he's her bfs brother but like I didn't know that so Janis: that's funny Janis: soz Janis: 😂 when the incestuousness of it all happens without you even trying Grace: 🙄🙄 Janis: okay 🤐 Janis: but deffo avoid him Grace: duh Grace: the state of me & my life rn Janis: more like the state of that whole situation Janis: getting involved in that is not anyone's idea of relaxing Grace: obvs but that's not anything to do with him Grace: just like none of this #scandal involves you Janis: Think people know better than to imply it was a threesome, yeah Grace: Gross! & you know what I mean, babes Janis: yeah, it's beyond #obvs you don't wanna avoid this boy mhmm Grace: like that matters, he's not gonna hit me up & same Janis: well okay Janis: arranging that goes beyond sisterly duties into pimp territory so Janis: focus on what you're actually gonna do whilst you're there then Grace: 😭😭💀💀😭 then yeah? Grace: 👌💜 Janis: you could do that here Janis: at least go somewhere instagrammable to die Grace: well duh Grace: final livestream for the haters Janis: 🙄😏 Janis: wonder if anyone's killed themselves on stream yet Janis: must've Grace: obvs Grace: but I literally couldn't even if it was original content cos they'd all think it was about him & I'm sooo 💔💔💔 Janis: No one wants that as their legacy Grace: exactly Janis: even if the race to #1 most subscribed when he gets #cancelled would be just riveting Grace: he won't even though his fans are just Janis: sweaty virgins Janis: yeah, figures Grace: 😂 Grace: I'd tell him to hit them with a Q&A but like he's got no answers Grace: literally should've known I wasn't pregnant Janis: thank fuck you ain't Janis: this time anyway Janis: obvs the whole thing is a little more complex but Christ Janis: having to parent with that Janis: and knowing your child was the product of a really shit shag Janis: 💔 Grace: IKR Grace: at least he doesn't know he could blame the menopause for how shit it was Janis: I highly doubt he knows what the menopause is Janis: nevermind the concept of it coming early Janis: though that shouldn't be that unfamiliar Grace: who knew it could come this early though Grace: not his defence squad but like wtf Janis: I hadn't heard of it before, really Janis: like I knew people like Ro and Mia and co can stop getting their period and it might not come back, even if you sort yourself Janis: it's shit luck Grace: yeah Janis: Did you not get your period Janis: on whatever contraception you're on Grace: loads of people don't on the implant so I wasn't freaking out Janis: yeah Janis: s'what I thought Janis: you don't think, I mean that's not why, is it Grace: I'd hope someone would have floated that as a side effect before I got it put in but it's not like I can ask my former squad if they're also going through it Grace: they might've moved on by now anyways it only lasts 3 years Grace: hence my 👶 panic Janis: I don't think even doctors and scientists know what it does to our bodies Janis: we're still guineapigs for all this shit Janis: I know loads of people get fucked up from all the hormones they add to your body, and the ones they take away Janis: again, just bad luck it happened to be permanent, I guess Janis: fun times Grace: at least I won't have to do any of that shit any more Janis: that's true Janis: it's not like there aren't any perks Janis: or that the losses can't be filled with other potentials in the future, when you actually wanna think about all that shit Grace: unless I go bald then I will kms obvs Janis: If you go bald, you can just go for it and superglue a wig on Grace: find me one that doesn't make me look like a weird cartoon character & sure Janis: no 💗 or 💙 Janis: got it Grace: ty 💜 Janis: failing that, you could make Ri transplant you some of hers Janis: like so you won't give me a baby, okay Grace: 😂😂 coming at her with ✂ Grace: I love that you didn't volunteer yourself bitch Grace: 💇 or 👶 tbh Janis: Full horror movie moment that Janis: selfish to a fault me Janis: and final girl, so you can pry 'em off my cold dead head or outta my cold dead womb Grace: my 📽🎞😱 moment is that this is gonna change my skin type to dry so it'll take me at least a full week to find replacements for all my makeup faves Janis: yeah, but think about how hard your spots should disappear Janis: get yourself a decent moisturizer and you won't even need to bother barely Grace: !!! Grace: I didn't even think of that OMG Janis: mhmm 👵 don't get acne Grace: 🙏🙏 Janis: and you can try a new facial over there, yeah Grace: as long as Ava isn't like no thanks bitch Janis: won't give her an option tbh Grace: 📽🎞😱 Janis: 😏 you know I'm scary bitch Grace: oh please Janis: 👊 Grace: 😘

[gpafour]

jikook fic: unexpected

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

soooo ytd i did mention i would try to upload my fic here in hopes to get more feedback on how i can improve ;; since i’ll reach a different group of audience here as on ao3. 

I didnt have a beta so lmk if there were any errors, i’ll probably come back to write them again. It’s a one shot and honestly 6k of pure filth, my first smut lmao. Well. with that said, lets go. 

SUMMARY “You alright there?” Jimin asked. “N-no, yes, n—, I’m okay.” Jeongguk stutters. Jimin smirks again and starts advancing towards Jeongguk. “Are you nervous?”

“N—” he started.“I caught you staring at my ass,” another step closer to Jeongguk.

or jikook fic where run!bts ep 47 jungkook meets run!bts ep 45&47 jimin

This was not what Jeongguk was expecting.

“Fuck, it’s so hot.” Jeongguk grumbles as he pulled his shirt off him.

June. Summer has arrived – it was nearly 38 degrees out; the heat radiating into his living room. It was finally his day off. Jeongguk groans as he plopped down onto his sofa, an ice-cold glass of beer in his hand and a bag of chips in another. He sighs. It had been a long, arduous month.

With the recent manpower cut, his supervisor, Namjoon, started piling tons of paperwork on Jeongguk’s desk. He had been working continuously and twice as many shifts as before; it was definitely tiring him out.

All he wants right now was to enjoy his day off doing nothing. Jeongguk picks up the remote control and switches the TV on. Sweat droplets and condensation from his beer trickle down his torso, fuck, the heat is unforgiving. He bore his eyes into the electronic box in front of him, eyes drooping close.

The doorbell rings, jostling Jeongguk awake from his nap. Reluctantly, Jeongguk opened his eyes, bringing his hand up to shield them from the rays of the harmful sun. Once he is able to focus, Jeongguk takes in his surroundings. The sun is setting, and the TV is showing the reruns of an old cliché drama. The doorbell chimes, again.

“Who is it?” Jeongguk groans, slightly annoyed at whoever is at the door, having woken him up from his slumber. He took a swing of his beer, now lukewarm. “Ugh, gross.” He grumbled as he slams the glass back down onto the coffee table.

“Delivery for Jeon Jeongguk-ssi!”

Jeongguk makes his way to his front door, pulls it open and was met with a shock. Standing right on his door was the most beautiful man Jeongguk had ever laid his eyes upon. The man, not much taller than himself, stood next to a package resting on a trolley. He donned a blue vest over his black T-shirt with a pair of matching sweatpants. The owner of the voice has blonde locks tucked underneath his black cap, low enough to protect from the sun but also high enough to expose his eyes, so brown and so mesmerising.

“Good afternoon! I’m here to make a delivery for….” the delivery boy voice fades as he looked up from the receipts in his hands. Jeongguk caught his eyes scanning Jeongguk’s body as if he was a prey ready to be eaten, he averted his gaze hurriedly. The delivery boy lifted a pointed finger, directly at a shirtless Jeongguk.

“What are – oh shit, sorry, be right back!” Jeongguk sputtered. He runs back into his apartment, leaving a startled blonde on his doorstep, in search for the piece of clothing he threw off hours ago. Jeongguk found the white item draped across on his dining chair, hastily put it on and made his way back to the door.

“Sorry, I – it – the weather was unbearable.” Jeongguk mumbled with his head lowered, hand reaching over to scratch the back of his neck.

“It’s alright,” the delivery boy singsongs and Jeongguk’s heart pings, thankful to have such sweet melody graced his ears.

“So, I have a package, you said?” Jeongguk started, hoping to change the topic as quickly as possible, hoping to forget the embarrassing incident that happened seconds before.

The delivery boy stares at the receipt in his hands, “You ordered a full-length mirror from IKEA, scheduled to be delivered today, is that right?”

“Oh, yes, that’s right, c’mon in.” Jeongguk confirms, as he stood aside and made way for the blonde to wheel his package in.

“Where should I place it?”

“By the dining table is fine, here let me help you.”

After a gruesome 10 minutes of ripping off the package, plastic covering and tapes, Jeongguk got his full-length mirror placed nicely by the dining table. The mirror is beautiful, rose gold borders with intricate carvings resting on a sturdy stand, reflecting light off the sun, illuminating the dark dining area.

Jeongguk stood up, dusting his shorts, and then proceeds to wipe his face with his shirt. He looked over towards the delivery boy. He had his vest removed, exposing his now soaked black top that clings to his body, showing off his physique. Despite being smaller than Jeongguk, he observed that the man has well-defined pectorals and arms.

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“No, it’s okay, I have one more delivery to complete after this.” The blonde replied as he puts on his vest.

“C’mon just one glass of water, I’m sure after all that moving and this stupid heat, you must be thirsty. A glass won’t hurt.”

The blonde hums in response, contemplating as if Jeongguk’s asking a lot of him, before giving in.

“Well then, ice water will do, thanks.”

Jeongguk smiled at his little victory, beckoning the blonde to follow him to his kitchen. Jeongguk poured two glasses of water, one for himself and one for the other. The man before him gulped down the water hurriedly, quenching his thirst.

“Thanks for helping out er…”

“Jimin, I’m Park Jimin,” The delivery boy shrugged, “Just doing my job, thanks for the water anyway.”

Jeongguk nods in acknowledgment, eyes lost in the blonde’s, not paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth.

“Jeongguk-ssi?” Said blonde waves his hand in front of Jeongguk’s face, breaking him out of his trance.

“Huh? Oh – yeah, I’m – oh, I mean, no problem.” Jeongguk stammered.

The man placed a hand over his mouth and giggled shyly, before turning around making his way back to his truck. Jeongguk leaned against his doorframe and stares at the blonde’s back, wondering when he would have the chance to see him again. Just then –

“Hey, Jeongguk-sshi?”

Jeongguk looks up to see Jimin has one leg in his truck, ready to slide in but his head turned towards Jeongguk.

“Yeah?”

“You had your shirt on backwards,” Jimin called out before chuckling and getting into his truck. “See you around!”

Jeongguk looks down at his shirt and groans before slamming the door shut. Way to make a good first impression on the most beautiful delivery man he ever seen.

-

“Jeongguk, I need you to come over to the station right now.”

Jeongguk groans as he brought his hand up to rub his eyes before he slaps it across his face. He looked over to his alarm clock resting on his bedside table. “Hyung, it’s 8 fucking am on a Saturday, why do I need to go over to the station?!”

“We have a problem, it is an emergency” Namjoon states.

“What sort of emergency would require me – “

“Just get your fucking ass over here, Jeongguk,” Namjoon ordered hastily before cutting the call.

Jeongguk threw his phone down on his bed and grumbles. It was Saturday, he had plans – well, plans to stay in bed the whole day and eating pizza, but plans nonetheless – now it’s ruined thanks to Namjoon. Jeongguk kicks his duvet off him and let out a loud yawn stretching his hands overhead. He stood up and grudgingly made his way to the showers.

Jeongguk reaches the station in an hour and raps knock on Namjoon’s door.

“Come in.”

Jeongguk steps into his office and was shocked to find Namjoon sitting behind stacks of files, fingers frantically flying across the keyboard eyes fixed on the laptop screen. Namjoon’s eyes were puffy and bloodshot, his tie hung loose on his neck, and there are three abandoned mugs of coffee on the table by his side. To say that Namjoon is tired is an understatement. Namjoon looks wrecked. Confusion sits on Jeongguk’s face, Namjoon might be his superior but he is first Jeongguk’s best friend.

“What is going on, hyung?”

“The chief just dumped a pile of old case notes on my desk, asking me to sort them according to year, by tonight.” He stresses, “How am I supposed to finish sorting them and finish my current report both by tonight?! You are going to help me with it.”

“You made me come over to the station on my precious, Saturday morning just to help you sort fucking case notes?!” Jeongguk screeches and threw his hands up in the air.

Namjoon winces, shoulders scrunching upwards. “I’m sorry, Guk, would you help me, please? I’ll buy you a meal this week, just help me now before I get my ass fucking fired.”

Jeongguk rubs his face and sighs in defeat, after all, there is some truth in what Namjoon said. “Fine, only because the Chief is a fucking pain in the ass. And, Jin-hyung would come after me if you were to die here.”

A pink tinge appears across Namjoon’s cheeks and he grins, “Thanks, Guk, I knew I can count on you.”

“You bet.”

4 hours and three more cups of coffee later, Jeongguk finally finished sorting the old case notes and Namjoon submits the report, all in time before their Chief could come after both their asses.

Namjoon leans back into his chair, legs propped up on his desk, “Fuck, so glad we’re done. What would I have done without you, Guk?”

“You still owe me lunch,” Jeongguk states as he raises his brows.

“Fine, let me clear up this mess and then let’s get outta here, I know a new place just opened up down the street.” Namjoon suggested as he knocked over one of his forgotten coffee mugs, spilling cold coffee all over his desk.

“Shit!”

Jeongguk sighs, “why not you go freshen up while I help you with this?”

“Yeah, okay, thanks. Sorry, Guk.” Namjoon says sheepishly as he made his way out of his office.

-

After lunch, they decided to head to a nearby coffee shop just to catch up on their lives apart from the station. As Namjoon went off searching for a table, Jeongguk headed for the queue.

There are three people in front of him, and as Jeongguk looks up, a blur of blonde hair caught his eyes. “One caramel macchiato, coming right up!” Jeongguk ears perk up at the familiar voice. He strains his neck, looking over the shoulder of the person in front of him and that’s when he sees him.

Jimin, beautiful Park Jimin. Jimin was wearing a white button-down shirt with sleeves that reached his elbows and a pair of black slacks that hugs his legs, accentuating his round butt. Jeongguk gulps as he watches Jimin work his way around the coffee machines, tampering and levelling the coffee beans, face full of concentration.

“Here you go, Sir. One caramel macchiato. That will be four dollars.” Jimin chirps. Jeongguk has his gaze fixed on the barista. Eyes scanning and analysing his every move, before long, it was Jeongguk’s turn to order.

“Next – Oh hey! Jeongguk, right?”

Jeongguk swallowed down a gulp as he wipes his sweating palms on his pants. “Y-yeah, Jimin-ssi?”

“Oh, you remembered me!” Jimin exclaims and gives Jeongguk a wide smile, eyes disappearing into crescents. Jeongguk returns his smile, cheeks tinged pink.

Jeongguk’s eyes travelled down to his thick lips, and he wishes he could feel how soft they would be against his. “Your smile is so pretty...” Jeongguk blurts out. Jimin’s lips forms an ‘o’ and blushes.

“Jeongguk,” he starts

Jeongguk’s face turns beet red as he redirected his gaze upwards.

“Sorry, I just… think that your smile is really pretty,” Jeongguk apologises, pulling at his collar, avoiding Jimin’s eyes.

“You’re cute, Jeonggukkie.” Jimin laughs. “Well then, what can I get for you?”

Jeongguk blushes, duck his head under his shoulder and mumbled, “Two iced Americano, please.”

“Coming right up!”

After a few minutes of waiting, Jeongguk grab both the cups and brought it over to a table by the window where Namjoon is seated.

“A friend of yours?” Namjoon asks as he motions towards Jimin.

“Sort of, I guess, just some guy who delivered something to my house a few days ago.”

“He’s cute.”

Jeongguk nods his head in agreement as he took a sip of his, “Yeah. He’s hot, too.”

“Did you get his number? You should bang him.” Jeongguk chokes on his drink. “What? You said he’s hot,” Namjoon elaborates.

“I did, but that doesn’t mean I have to fuck him.”

Namjoon shrugs, “It’s been long since you last get laid, man.”

They started talking about work, and how shitty their Chief is. Joking about moving to another town, where there will be more actions. To be honest, the thought of it sounds exciting. They have been stuck in this quaint town for all their lives. There were not many action-filled days to be lived, most of their days are spent patrolling the roads and Jeongguk was starting to lose his passion.

Jeongguk looks over to the coffee bar, where Jimin is. He watched intensely, how Jimin smiles at every customer, and how Jimin prepares coffee for each of them. He looks graceful, he is graceful. Small hands holding warm cups of coffee, levelling and tampering the beans. Jeongguk is mesmerised. His eyes travelled over Jimin’s hands, up to his arms, shoulders and down to his perky ass. Jeongguk gulps and licks his lips. How he wished he could grab the round globes in his hands.

Just then, Jimin looks up and caught Jeongguk’s eyes. His lips curl up into a smirk and winks at Jeongguk before he turns back to the counter. Jeongguk felt his ears goes red, as embarrassment creeps up his neck to colour his face. In state of panic, for getting caught, Jeongguk stood up abruptly, knees hitting the table, spilling his cup’s content all over his bottoms. Jeongguk swears he felt every single one, in the coffee shop is staring at him. Jimin included.

“Hey, Guk are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I—I’ll be right back,”

Jeongguk rushes into the washroom and managed to get most of the coffee out before it permanently stains his pants. He looks up into the mirror, placing his hands on either side of the sink. He breaths deeply, and mentally counting down, in hope to calm his racing heart down but to no avail.

He splashes the water on his face before he looks at himself in the mirror, beads of water flowing down his face. Jeongguk thoughts trailed back to what happened just minutes before. How can a man made him react like that? His grip on the sink tightens, knuckles turning white.

“You know, you have to pay for the sink if you break it.”

Jeongguk eyes widen as he turns towards the entrance and sees the cause of his palpitations. Jimin stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame. He had his eyebrows raised and his lips, slightly parted. His pristine white shirt, not a stain of coffee in sight, fits snugly on his body. He looks like a model straight out of a runway. Heck, he could’ve look like he came from the garbage dump and Jeongguk would still think that Jimin is hot as hell.

“I—I,”

“You alright there?” Jimin asked.

“N-no, yes, n—, I’m okay.” Jeongguk stutters.

Jimin smirks again and starts advancing towards Jeongguk.

“Are you nervous?”

“N—” he started.

“I caught you staring at my ass,” another step closer to Jeongguk.

Jeongguk’s heart started to pick up pace again, and he swears he could hear his beating in his ears.

“Did you like what you see?” Jimin questions.

When Jeongguk refuses to answer Jimin decided to take matters in his own hands, he strides towards Jeongguk, nose almost touching the other.

“I said, did you like what you see, Jeonggukie?” Jimin demanded as he pushes Jeongguk lightly against the sink. He felt his back hit the cool glass of the mirror. Jimin pry open his knees and stood between Jeongguk’s thighs, invading Jeongguk’s space.

He looks into Jeongguk’s eyes and cocks an eyebrow.

“Answer me, Jeongguk.”

“I—”

His words were halted as Jimin rests his hands on Jeongguk’s thigh and gave it a light squeeze. He leans into the junction between Jeongguk’s shoulder and neck, giving him kitten licks before blowing on the wet area.

Jeongguk shudders as the cool air hits him. Jimin presses his thigh against Jeongguk’s crotch. His hands found purchase on Jeongguk’s hips.

“Jimin” Jeongguk starts.

“Yeah, baby?” He breaths into the shell of Jeongguk’s ear.

“We are in the toilet,” He gasps, feeling the bulge growing in his pants.

“Yeah, so?” Jimin raises a brow as he started palming Jeongguk’s growing bulge. “Shall I stop?”

“N-no,” Jeongguk moans as he starts to grind against Jimin’s palm. “Please, don’t.”

“Tell me, Jeongguk, tell me what you want me to do,” Jimin taunts.

“Harder.”

Jimin removes his hand and wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, he presses his cock against Jeongguk’s and starts to grind his hips down. Jeongguk threw his head back, letting it rest on the mirror and his hands around Jimin’s sides. He closes his eyes and let out a coarse moan.

Jeongguk wraps his legs around Jimin, using the sink as a form of leverage. He digs his heels into the back of Jimin’s thighs, bringing him closer, as he matches Jimin’s pace. He moves in tandem with Jimin, thrusting upwards as Jimin grinds down, he felt his pants growing tighter and tighter. Jimin moves his hand to the back of Jeongguk’s head and brought his lips down to his. Jeongguk sighs into the kiss, finally feeling the softness of Jimin’s lips after dreaming about them the whole week.

This was not what Jeongguk expected when he came into the washroom. All Jeongguk wanted was to calm his racing heart rate, not to further increase it.

Their kiss was harsh and desperate, their teeth clashing with each other before they found a suitable rhythm. The sounds of their kisses echo throughout the toilet. Jeongguk hands snakes up to cup Jimin’s cheeks as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss.

Jimin bites onto Jeongguk’s lower lip and pulls back, eliciting a moan from the younger.

“Fuck, you kiss good.” He pants as Jimin lets go of his bottom lip.

Jimin grips onto Jeongguk’s shirt tightly and pulls Jeongguk closer to him, so close that Jeongguk can feel his breath on his chin. He looks up into Jeongguk’s eyes; it was just like his – dark, black and lust-filled. Pupils dilated, desperate for more. “Then kiss me more, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk crashes his lips back against Jimin’s once more, his hand travelled down the small of Jimin’s back while the other snake to his knead the globes of Jimin’s ass. He moans into the kiss, and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to part his lips with his tongue, seeking permission. He brushes his tongue across his teeth, exploring the hot cavern of his mouth.

Jimin loosens his grip and starts to play with the hem of Jeongguk’s shirt. He rubs his hands on Jeongguk’s abdomen, he moans as he glides his fingers along the bumps of Jeongguk’s abs. Jeongguk took pride in the fact that the results of his 5-day workout per week had shown. He never missed a day for the past year, and he is definitely proud of it. He was well built, muscles all in the right places and in the perfect proportions.

Jeongguk smirks into the kiss, smug that he finally has something against Jimin, “Do you like it?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jimin retorts, as he sucks on Jeongguk’s tongue harshly. One of his hands disappears under Jeongguk’s pants and grabs his bulge, pumping it lightly. The tip of Jeongguk’s cock peeks out from the waistband of his briefs, glistening with precum. Jimin swipe his thumb across the tip, smearing precum all over. He ruts his cock against Jeongguk’s thigh, attempting to relive any form of friction.

Jimin breaks the kiss and latches onto the nape of Jeongguk’s neck, nipping the area, leaving faint red marks across his neck. His free hand moves down to Jeongguk’s pants, unzipping and pulling both his pants and underwear down in one swift movement, pooling at his ankles.

Jimin sinks down to his knees, eyes never breaking contact with Jeongguk’s. He licks a stripe up on the underside of his cock. Jimin then wraps his hands around Jeongguk’s thighs as he took his throbbing length into his mouth. Jimin started nibbling the head of his cock lightly, sending a wave of pleasure through Jeongguk’s spine. His cock started to leak more precum and Jimin laps it up hungrily. He scrunches his nose, Jeongguk’s precum doesn’t taste as sweet as vanilla ice-cream but it’s not bad either. He continues to nip along the underside of Jeongguk’s cock and one of his hands came up to fondle his balls.

“Fuck,” he whimpers. “Quit teasing.”

Jimin ignores Jeongguk’s pleas as he starts to suck on the tip of Jeongguk’s red cock. Jeongguk groans, his patience wearing thin. He brought his free hand down, grabbing a fistful of Jimin’s blonde locks, pulling him closer. Jimin winces but seems to take the hint and finally, finally, took his whole aching cock into his mouth. Jeongguk sighs in relief and lightly thrust into his mouth. Jimin hollowed his cheeks, sucking his cock in, drawing a low whine from the younger. Jeongguk looks down at Jimin – he had his free hand in his pants, pumping his neglected cock lightly. His half-lidded eyes never leaving Jeongguk’s. The sight itself was nearly enough to drive him over the edge.

He pushes his cock further in, hitting the back of Jimin’s throat. Jeongguk tangles his hands in Jimin’s hair and he starts to thrust his cock further into his mouth. Jimin gags and chokes, tightening around Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk caught the tears off Jimin’s cheeks with his thumb as he continues thrusting into his mouth with fervour. Jimin gave a particular hard suck, and that resulted in Jeongguk coming down his throat with Jimin happily swallowing it all down.

Jimin releases his cock with a loud pop. A trail of saliva connecting Jeongguk’s cock and his swollen lips. The younger brought his thumb down to break the connection, wiping the remnants of his cum on Jimin’s chin. He let his fingers graze along the sharp definitions of Jimin’s jaw, before tilting his chin up harshly, their eyes never leaving each other’s. Jimin’s lips felt raw and dry, Jeongguk brought his face down to Jimin’s level and starting licking Jimin’s lips softly. “What time does your shift ends?”

“Soon, about another hour,” Jimin breathes. Jeongguk pauses, an hour doesn’t seem like a long time but when you have hot barista in front of you waiting to be pleased, it does seem like an eternity. But the thought of beautiful Jimin sprawled naked on his bed seem so inviting and tempting, he decides that the wait would be worthwhile.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.” Jimin nods, “Go, before your boss notices you’re gone,” Jeongguk states and – “Shit, Namjoon hyung.”

Jimin snickers as he makes himself presentable, before heading out with a slight wave of his hand. Jeongguk pulled his bottoms and briefs back up, and then switches on the tap, splashing water on his face. Once he decides that he look less debauched, he left the washroom.

Namjoon put one hand up just as Jeongguk opens his mouth, “Look, I think I know what just happened, I saw him heading in after you and that mark on your neck confirms my suspicions.” He points out.

Jeongguk stares blankly at Namjoon, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, hand coming up to cover his neck instinctively. Namjoon stood up with his coffee cup facing Jeongguk, he brought a hand up to his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “He must have been damn good for you to be stuck in the toilet for 30 minutes,” he whispers into Jeongguk’s ears. “Remember to use protection.”

“Hyung!” Jeongguk whines as he whirls around just in time to see Namjoon waving his hand in the air never looking back as he left the coffee shop with a chime of the bell.

-

Once they got inside Jeongguk’s apartment, he turns Jimin around, trapping him between himself and the door. Jimin lifted his gaze to meet the younger, hands lightly caressing the base of Jeongguk’s neck. Jeongguk held on to Jimin’s wrist before sliding up to intertwine their fingers together. He leans in and presses his lips against Jimin’s. Their kiss was soft and slow, unlike the ones they shared earlier today.

Jeongguk presses himself against Jimin, trying to get as close to him as possible. Jimin free hand trail upwards, stopping the nape of Jeongguk’s neck, tugging on his hair, eliciting a moan from the taller. Jimin’s tongue snakes into his mouth and licks the roof of Jeongguk’s mouth. He hitches Jimin’s leg up around his waist and started rolling his hips against him.

“Please,” Jimin moans desperately.

Jeongguk places both his arms underneath Jimin’s thighs and lifts him up, lips never leaving his. Jimin wraps his legs around Jeongguk’s waist as he cards through his hair. Their kisses now more tongue than lips. Jeongguk really wants to take Jimin there and then, impatient and desperate, he threw Jimin on his sofa and hovers over him, hands on both sides of Jimin’s head.

He starts to pepper Jimin’s face with soft, fleeting kisses – he kisses his forehead, he eyelids, his nose, his cheeks and finally his lips. The kiss was slow and gentle, as if Jimin would break under his touch if too much pressure was used. Jimin hands start to roam around Jeongguk’s body, he trails upwards and tweaks a nipple, eliciting a moan from the younger. Jeongguk sat upright and removes his shirt before throwing it to some corner of his room, and Jimin follow suit.

Jeongguk stares at the sight below him and sucks in a breath. Jimin is beautiful. He is everything Jeongguk isn’t – Jimin is fair, almost as fair as snow, while Jeongguk is tan. Jimin has soft blonde locks that contrasts Jeongguk’s black ones. Jimin is not made of muscles, he doesn’t have well-defined abdominal but at least he is lean and toned. Jimin is small in comparison to Jeongguk but he fits so well in Jeongguk’s embrace. Jimin does not have Jeongguk’s doe eyes but his eyes are soft, he looks up at Jeongguk, full of adoration.

Jimin shudders as Jeongguk runs his fingers up and down his sides, “You’re beautiful, have I told you that?” He whispers.

Jimin chuckled, eyes crinkling up into crescents, “No, you didn’t.”

“Well, you know now,” Jeongguk replies softly into his ear before nibbling on his earlobe, playing with the piercing between his tongue. He drifts lower to his jaw and down to his neck where he started to nip on his neck. At the same time, he brought one hand on Jimin’s nipple, tweaking the sensitive nub.

“Ah- Jeongguk,” Jimin sighs.

Jeongguk starts to grind down on to Jimin hips as he sucks harder on his neck, leaving his mark. Jimin tilts his head, giving him more access as Jeongguk began to suck harder and harder on his neck. He switches his hand, giving Jimin’s other nipple the same treatment. He rolls the nub between his index finger and his thumb, flicking it now and then. He could feel Jimin bulge growing and a wet patch soon appears on his slacks. He unbuckles Jimin’s belt and unzip his pants, he begins pulling his bottoms down, Jimin lifting his hips up to aid Jeongguk a little.

Jimin’s cock is shorter than that of Jeongguk’s but he makes up for it in thickness. Jimin’s hard – his cock is of an angry red, throbbing with precum beading at the top. Jeongguk thumbs his slit, smearing precum all over his length.

“I’ll be right back,” Jeongguk says.

He gave Jimin a soft peck on his lips before hopping of him, leaving a confused Jimin on his couch. Jeongguk returns shortly with a box of condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in another. Jimin watches in excitement as Jeongguk squeezes the contents of the bottle on his fingers. He rubs the lube between his fingers before prodding one at Jimin’s entrance. He uses his thumb to spread Jimin’s cheeks and pushes his fingers in. Jimin flinches at the sudden intrusion, Jeongguk looks up to Jimin, pausing his actions. Jimin nods his head, encouraging him to continue. He adds a second finger and began to scissor his fingers inside of Jimin. Jimin begins to thrust back on Jeongguk fingers, hands searching for something to hold on to.

Jimin eyes shot open in surprise as he felt something wet and cold entering him. Jeongguk begins to thrust his tongue in in tandem with his fingers. He increases his pace and brought one arm up to rest on Jimin’s waist to prevent him from choking Jeongguk (not that he minds, but still). Squelching sounds filled the room and Jeongguk continues sucking on his hole. His pants getting tighter by the second. He removes his fingers and wrap them around Jimin’s length, giving it a couple light pumps. Jimin moans loudly, as his hands begins to pull on Jeongguk’s hair.

“More please, Jeongguk,” Jimin begs and who is Jeongguk to deny?

His fingers leave Jimin’s member and he buries three fingers into Jimin’s clenching hole joining his tongue in feeling around his inner walls. Jeongguk kept his gaze on Jimin’s face, changing the angle of his thrusting according to the sounds and expressions Jimin makes. At one particular thrust, the elder’s eyes flew open and a lewd moan escapes his mouth. Jeongguk continues to prod the bundle of nerves, as Jimin’s moans bounce off the walls of the apartment, his toes curl in pleasure. Jeongguk can feel Jimin clenching around his tongue and fingers, just then, Jimin tugged harshly on Jeongguk’s hair, wanting his attention.

“Want to come with you,” he pants.

Jeongguk removes himself from Jimin and watches his hole clench around nothing as he started to remove his jeans. Jimin whines at the loss of his fingers but was soon replaced with Jeongguk’s cock accompanied with a sharp, piercing sensation.

Jimin hisses at the sudden intrusion. Jeongguk sits back on his haunches and hitches Jimin legs up, wrapping them around his waist. He looks at the sight below him, halting any movement, to give Jimin the time to adjust. Jeongguk rubs his sides, soothing him. He bends down, chest nearly touching Jimin’s and wipes a stray tear off his cheeks. He gave him a chaste kiss on his eyes before he plunges all the way in, bottoming out. Jimin digs his heels into Jeongguk’s ass, pushing him deeper into. He rests his forehead against Jimin’s, sweating dripping down the bridge of his nose and onto his partner’s face. Jeongguk grunts as his continues to pound into him with fervour, skin slapping against skin.

Jimin screams in pleasure as Jeongguk found his prostate. He circled his hips pressing against his sweet spot. Jimin is a moaning mess, hair matted to his face, droplets of perspiration trickle down his temple. Jeongguk brushes his bangs out of his eyes and intertwines his hand with Jimin’s. He noses Jimin’s inner wrist, lips ghosting over his skin as he trails his mouth upwards towards his shoulder, to his neck, his jaw, and his lips. He nibbles lightly on Jimin’s lower lips as his free hand started to stroke his neglected cock. He started clenching harder around Jeongguk’s cock, nearing his release. At the point where Jimin is about to release his cum, Jeongguk halts all movement and smirks, “Not yet.”

He kisses the pout of Jimin’s face before lifting him off the sofa, still inside of him. Jimin places both his hands on Jeongguk’s shoulder and started bouncing in his hold, desperate for release. Jeongguk dives into the junction between his shoulder and neck, Jimin is a mixture of sweet and musky. He smells like coffee beans and cocoa, with a tinge of sweet vanilla bean. Jeongguk’s intoxicated, he could smell Jimin all day. Jimin continues riding Jeongguk’s cock, his neglected erection rubbing against their bodies as he bounces, precum spattering all over.

“Look behind you, Jimin.”

He looks over his shoulder and met Jeongguk’s gaze in the mirror. The same mirror he helped Jeongguk fixed a couple of days ago. Jeongguk has his hands on Jimin’s cheeks, spreading them open. His grip frim and steady, not a hint of unstableness, ready to take over whenever Jimin tires out. Whereas Jimin looks like a wreck, his neck marked with reds and purples, lips raw and swollen, sweat dripping down his already wet hair. Jeongguk turns around so that Jimin is now facing the mirror while bring his ass down to Jeongguk’s hips. He brought his finger to circle his rim, tantalising him. Jimin tilts Jeongguk’s chin upwards, meeting his lips in a sloppy kiss. His thrusts become slower and weaker; Jeongguk lets Jimin down, before sliding out of him. He holds on to Jimin petite waist, preventing him from losing balance on his trembling limbs. Jimin’s spent, and he hasn’t even come yet. Jeongguk flips Jimin around so that both of them are facing the mirror. He traces Jimin’s abdomen, fuck, his hands are everywhere and Jimin is in state of euphoria.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Jimin.”

Jimin hums in reply and bends forward, hands on either side of the mirror sticking his ass up. Jeongguk took the lube from the couch pour a liberal amount on his cock, lubricating his shaft. Without a warning, he pushes his scorching length all the way, bottom in. Jimin tenses up at the intrusion, letting out a low growl.

Jeongguk has his hands wrapped around Jimin’s waist, holding him up. He rubs circles on his hip bones as he kisses the knobs of Jimin’s spine. He began thrusting slowly into Jimin, firm grip on Jimin’s waist, soothing him. He brings his body down, chest touching Jimin’s back. He licks the shell of his ear and felt Jimin shiver under his hold. “Ah...Jeongguk, f—faster,” he pleads.

Jeongguk presses Jimin up against the mirror as he picks up his pace. Jimin moans as he felt the cold surface of the mirror cool down his body heat. Jeongguk digs his fingers into his hips, as he pounds into Jimin relentlessly. Jimin screams in pleasure as Jeongguk found his prostate, fucking him into oblivion. Jeongguk’s hand drift to the elder’s shaft, lubricating it with leftover lube on his hand. He pumps Jimin’s cock in tandem with his thrusting. Jimin presses his cheek against the cool glass, moans slipping out of his mouth in the form of Jeongguk’s name; fogging up the glass. He grips the borders of the mirror so hard, that his knuckles turned white. Jimin came with a scream, shooting ropes of whites into Jeongguk’s palm, some landing on the mirror.

“I’m c-close,” Jeongguk pants. With a couple more thrusts, he spilled his cum inside of Jimin’s walls. He continues fucking Jimin through his orgasm as Jimin rests his forehead against the mirror. He took Jeongguk’s cum-covered hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing each fingertip lightly before lick the cum off his hand.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk growls. He pulls out of Jimin, cum trickling down his thighs. He brought his hand down, scooping up what he can and pushes it into Jimin’s mouth. He laps it up hungrily.

With whatever energy he had left, he carries Jimin to his bedroom and plops him down on his bed. He grabs a couple of wet wipes and starts to clean before the cum dries up. He returns to bed after disposing the wipes to see Jimin curling up on his side, eyes drooping. He gave Jeongguk a soft smile as he pats the space besides him.

Jeongguk crawls into bed, tucking Jimin’s head into the crook of his neck as he kisses the top of his head. Jimin drapes his arm across Jeongguk’s waist, pulling him in as he snuggles into his warmth, drifting off to sleep. Jeongguk cards his hand through Jimin’s hair and smile before closing his eyes.

This was definitely not what Jeongguk was expecting when he meets Jimin.

-

(Few days later, Namjoon came over to Jeongguk house for movie night, he passes the mirror as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Hey, Guk?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s that stain on your mirror?” He asks as he points to the dried cum on the mirror, raising a brow.

Well, fuck.

Yup, definitely not what Jeongguk was expecting.)

if you made it through all that filfth thanks for reading!!11!!1!!1  pls lmk how i can improve on this ;u; 

also, if you’d like to scream about bts with me, you could find me on twt or ao3. 

[mikmikisnotcrack]

Music Box || Im Jaebum

Fantasy AU: Ghost! Jaebum

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• Your grandmother was a lil weird

• When you were a kid, she always told you weird stuff. A lot of them revolved around one thing though, and that was witchery

• You thought it was really cool that your grandmother told you this witchery stuff, but eventually your parents told you that it was all just fictional.

• It ruined your childhood, but hey, you still thought your grandmother was cool

• But when you grew up, she became weaker and eventually passed away.

• You were absolutely devastated. I mean, who wouldn't? You had a cool grandma who always told you witchy stories and who was by your side whenever you had problems in your life.

• Before she passed though, she had given you a carousel music box that you were told has been around for ages.

• You kept it on your bedside drawer so that you wouldn't feel alone.

• Whenever you stressed about exams, deadlines, your best friend Jackson or work, you always turned to the music box for comfort.

• Though, when you thought it made you feel like you weren't alone

• You didn't think it would actually make you feel less lonely

• Because you sWeAr tO gOd you feel a presence around you ever since you brought the music box into your apartment.

• It could just be you being paranoid because it was your first time being away from your family home

• But legit it felt like someone else was in the room

• You wanted to consider putting it back in your old room back at home, but it has stuck with you for too damn long to NOT be by your side. Besides, it was from your witchy grandma, why would you keep it away from you?

• One night, you were incredibly stressed. Finals were coming up in multiple subjects of yours and it was really hard to balance that with your part time job as a barista.

• On top of that, some professors were so helpful in lessening your stress by giving some paper works due! How fun.

• The night was full of your constant groans of frustration and the sound of paper crumpling.

• It was 2:30 am you wanted to drop the fuck out right there and then as you slammed your head down on the multiple papers scattered on your desk.

• The frustration from the past few days that you bottled up was finally bursting, and now here you were, crying on the bond papers that have been on your desk.

• Until you heard it

• Your music box was fucking playing

• Your head snapped over to your desk where you saw the music box playing. The little gold horses were spinning.

• This shit was something straight out of a horror movie.

• The moment your head left the papers, they all went flying off your desk. You didn't even know how to react because all the windows were closed and your fan wasnt open. You're haunted fOR S U R E

• "You know, you should really take it easy on yourself"

• You whipped your head around but nobody was there.

• Nope nope nope nope

• You pushed away all the papers that remained on your desk, shut your laptop, shut your textbooks, and went straight to your bed, covering yourself with the duvet.

• The music box will not stop playing!!

• You inhaled sharply before you were met face to face with a boy with dark hair and eyes to match.

• You wanted to scream, but you didn't know where your voice fucking went

• "You know, it's really bad to pent up your frustration like that. You should relax"

• "P-Pardon???"

• "You heard me"

• Your eyes were wide as dinner plates. This guy was definately not here when you entered the aprtment

• And this guy was definately not a normal human being!!!

• "Ohhh shit I forgot that humans aren't used to this thing... sorry"

• No shit humans arent used to that thing!! It's not everyday your dead grandma's music box plays in the middle of three am and a ghost throws off your damn paperwork!!!

• "You know what, my stress levels are sky rocketting right now! I'm seeing things!! I should really go to bed!!"

• And with that, you turned to face the opposite way from ghost boy and put the duvet up to your nose.

• Before you completely fell asleep, you heard your papers being fixed and the lamp on your desk turning off.

• "Good night (Y/n)"

• The next morning you woke up a little more refreshed than normal.

• It was a friday, which meant that your classes started a little later than usual.

• You brushed your hair and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

• After doing your morning routine and picking out your clothes, you went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

• Except, it was already made for you.

• There in the kitchen, was ghost boy placing the sunny side up egg on the freshly cooked bibimbap

• "Oh, you're awake"

• Proceeds to pour you a cup of coffee in a shameless "stressed, depressed, kpop obsessed" mug

• "Uhhh, y e a h"

• "You should eat up, your finals will be coming up today and you need nutrients to keep your head functioning"

• Places the mug on the bar counter.

• "Well? What are you waiting for? Eat up"

• You reluctantly take a seat on your favorite bar stool and dig into the bibimbap. It was surprisingly reslly good! It tasted exactly...

• "The way your grandma used to make it?"

• "Excuse me???"

• "Oh! Im not a mind reader or anything, it's just that a huge wave of nostalgia just appeared on your face and I just thought that you thought... Yeah, I'm just gonna stop right there"

• You took a sip on the coffee he had made and realised it was exactly how you make it! With a huge amount of creamer and sugar.

• You watched as he leaned on the bar counter and eyed you down.

• "How are you doing that?" You ask

• "Doing what?"

• "You're definately not human, because I know for a fact that I do not have a roommate and you appeared out of no where... Yet here you are, you just cooked breakfast for me AND scared the shit out of me last night"

• "Oohhhh fuck um... Sorry about that. I'm Jaebum by the way"

• You squinted at him as you proceeded to drink your hella good coffee.

• He pulled at the collar of his black hoodie nervously as you eyed him down

• "ANYWAYS! Ghosts that have been around for some time become more powerful, and we learn how to lift objects and do normal mundane shit. Though, not exactly as mundane because we're still technically spirits with no bodies"

• "Interesting..."

• Once you finished your food, he took it from the counter and placed it in the sink while you made your way back to the room.

• You were about to pack your notebooks, but you realised that Jaebum had done it for you.

• Wow, a very helpful ghost!

• "I guess I'll talk to you later???" You say before exiting your apartment.

• "Lmao as if you have a choice on not talking to me"

• Son of a--

• And with that, you leave!

• After another eventful day, you come back home to find Jaebum on the couch eating the honey butter chips that you stored away in your shelf while he watched Strong Woman Do Bong Soon on netflix.

• "Yah, those are my chips!"

• "Woops"

• It was a weekend tomorrow, so you didn't have to worry about any of your shit. Free time for you, yay!

• You dressed up in your favorite t-shirt, a huge hoodie and a pair of shorts and mads your way back to the living room and watched SWDBS with your ghost friend.

• "Soooo Jaebum, why the hell are you here??"

• He pauses the drama before turning to you.

• "Weeellll I may or may not be binded to your music box and I can't go anywhere else"

• "W h y???"

• "Strap in, I'm telling you a longass story"

• So! From what you have found out, Jaebum's mom really liked the music box that she was gifted with during her and her husband's first wedding anniversary. However, that marriage slowly spiralled down into chaos once Jaebum was born.

• When Jaebum grew older, they eventually divorced yet his mother never let go of the love she felt for her husband. Eventually she died, still holding the music box

• Jaebum was surprised that she wasnt the one that haunted the music box

• He swore to himself that he would protect the thing his mother cherished the most and the person who cherished the carousel music box.

• So his mom's best friend's daughter ended up getting the music box after the both of them had died... And that daughter ended up to be one of the ancestors who passed down the music box, until it was handed to you.

• "Soooo you dont have any plans on going, idk, to heaven?? Or hell"

• "yAh I am a good ghostie with good intentions!! Why would I go to hell?!"

• "I dont know!! Just saying!!"

• "I dont know, maybe when you die I'll consider going back to heaven"

• And that is how you got stuck with your ghost friend Jaebum!

[melswolf]

Why I’m stressing myself out, a novel by me:

A friend on here asked if I was okay, and even though my answer is almost never a “yes”, she still wanted to know more (I’ve got some great friends, man *sob*🤧)

(the only background knowledge that is needed, is that I’m dealing with some despression and anxiety and therefor hasn’t shown up for a lot of my classes, but still worked as best as I can on projects with my studygroup(also that we have an assignment and another presentation on top of this presentation, soooo 🤷🏼‍♀️))

We've known that we had to do a presentation in this subject called LG for a while, and our teacher texted us our topic like a week ago, yet none of us were like "hey we need to split up these sub-topics so we can actually do something before we have to present on Monday".

Now, I haven't shown up for this class in a while, tbh, because first I was completely off, and lately it’s just been other groups presenting their own topics, so I didn't see a reason to show up and have my mindset become worse, so....

Anyways... Thursday, the girl in my group texts us after she was the only one of four who showed up to the class, that she talked to our teacher had him help make a list of sub-topics, that she sent us.

Alright, that's great! I said that she should pick first, 'cause she's the most active and responsible in our group, so I wanted her to talk about whatever she wanted to. We all picked something, she said that she had some great articles for us to use, but she didn't have time to send them right away, so she would send them Friday! Great!

Come Friday night, and she still hasn't sent them before I go to bed, and at this point I'm starting to panick, 'cause I know I don't have ANY time Saturday as my family was coming over all day for my dad's 60th birthday. (I already almost had a panick attack about this and other stuff Wednesday, so, great!)

People text in the gc Saturday, but I left my phone in "my" room (where I sleep when I'm staying at my parents' place), as I wanted to talk to my family and have a good time, as one does at these occasions!

I got my phone on me after 7pm and see that she has texted the articles etc. and said that we should send her our presentation bits by 3pm today (Sunday) so she could make a PP presentation. I already know that I'm not going to be able to write ANYHTING with good substance or shit like that in this short time, especialy since I was completely SPENT at that time; being an introvert fucking sucks,,,

So here I am. At 2.20pm(now 2.47). I've opened all of the articles, tried to find shit about my sub-topic, yet /nothing/. I've texted the group that I haven't had time all weekend, that I won't have a final product by 3pm and that I'm really fucking sorry (directed at her, since she has obviously done most of the work through the whole semester)

---- The End ---

Epilogue:

She /did/ just answer just as I have written all of this! Said that she's having trouble with her pc as well and if 6pm works! So watch me type a lot of shit about Friedrich Nietzsche and positive nihilism!!!!

I realise that nobody is gonna read this entire thing, except for my friend in DM’s, but whatever 🤷🏼‍♀️

TLDR; Taking care of my mental health and being an introvert who spent a whole day w family is stressing me out, because, school!

[laceyeb]

DWTS Athletes Finale Recap

This is sooooo long. Sorry about that.

OMG YOU GUYS I’M STRESSED.

This is going to be my recap tonight which will just be like a horrifying mess of my thought process throughout the hour. Hopefully I don’t accidentally send this to my mother because I might use a lot of bad words…

It’s currently 5:27 PM out here in California and I am STRESSED.

I’m keeping up with the scores and I’m ready to do the live voting when it’s time, but then I’m out. I’ll head to the gym and somehow try to distract myself there. It’s not going to work, but we’ll see.

My feelings regarding the as of now unknown final results (I’m going into this, hopefully not too naively, assuming that Tonya’s third.):

Look. I understand where people are coming from when they say that it’s not just about the pro. It’s supposed to actually be more about the star, and also about their partnership and journey and skills and blah blah blah. I understand that. I 100% do. I promise. However, that does not mean I won’t be a hypocrite (without any hesitation whatsoever) and say I JUST WANT SHARNA TO WIN THE FUCKING TROPHY!!! (Also, is that super ugly trophy we saw like actually it??? How come the mirrorball on top looks like a miniature mirrorball?! I get that it’s a mini season, but spring for the real mirrorball you cheapskates.) If Jenna and Adam win (and I’m just trying to go into it assuming they are so I’m not as disappointed), I will be thrilled for them. They absolutely deserve it and I don’t think I could possibly argue that they don’t, though that might not stop me from trying. I love them both. I’ve always loved Jenna and I have so much love for Adam it’s not even funny. BUT if they win I’m going to be simultaneously thrilled for them and really really really sad for Josh and Sharna. (EDIT: I’m not that sad actually!) By the way, I love Josh, too! I’m not just in this partnership for Sharna! He’s been great this season and he has shown that he can both dance technically and perform (and we didn’t have to expect him to be as good as he is, whereas obviously Adam was going to be good). But again, I’m a hypocrite. I’m in it more for Sharna than I am Josh, but not only for Sharna. You feel me?!

So… Long story short: I WANT JOSH AND SHARNA TO WIN

And also like I’m gonna get over it if Josh and Sharna don’t win. I’ll be okay, just in case you’re concerned about my well-being. (I’m kidding. Mostly.) Like I survived James and Sharna not winning, so I’ll survive this. The sun will still come out tomorrow (maybe not for me though because I live in the Pacific Northwest) and life will go on. I get that. Don’t worry.

Ok. It’s 5:43 now and I feel like I’m gonna puke. I’m not gonna make it all the way to 9. I just won’t.

Random: I’m gonna be a little teeny tiny bit salty that Adam and Jenna have freestyle AND jazz. Just a little salty. Like the super fine salt I put on my popcorn. Just a little because I know that it doesn’t really make a difference. Not really. And as much as I do love Adam and Jenna, I’m about to contradict that when I tell you how loud I screamed when I saw they got 9,9,10 for their freestyle. I think I scared my neighbors cat who’s outside eating dinner right now. I didn’t stick around long enough to see anyone’s reactions to their freestyle (on tumblr, I mean) because I was too busy voting and then I had to get the hell out of there before I saw any results. So I’m curious where those 9s came from?!?!?!

The message I just sent to my mom: “The problem is that I know Adam and Jenna deserve it. But I want Josh and Sharna to win!!!” She says: “Yup”

Ok. It’s 6:00 so a whole bunch of you are currently partying like it’s 1999 and I’m off to distract myself at the gym…

It’s really stressing me out knowing that it’s already happened and I don’t know! Even though I avoid spoilers all the time. Then again, I looked at the results ahead of time for the last two seasons so maybe that’s it. Also why I didn’t watch the last two finales.

Ok. It’s 6:12 and NOW I’m leaving for the gym. If I leave the gym at 7:20, that’ll get me home 7:30 (probably 7:25, but I like a little cushion), in and out of the shower by 7:45, and sitting on my couch with popcorn and hot chocolate by 7:55. Let’s go!

I managed 50 minutes on the treadmill and I was sufficiently distracted by this really good book I’m reading. (Lies We Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley) Now it’s 7:41 and I’m showered and ready to make my popcorn at 7:50… Are you bored of my recap yet?! We’re getting to the good stuff soon!!!

HERE WE GO!!!

I saw Tom on someone’s instagram today (maybe Keo’s) and he was like, “Finale?! That can’t be possible! It’s only week 4!” Same… That’s another thing I keep reminding myself about Josh and Sharna. He’s very very good and it’s only week 4. Imagine what they could have done together in 10 weeks!

I understand we’ve only got an hour, but couldn’t they introduce the finalists with a little more enthusiasm…?

I want to just ignore Tonya and Sasha, but I’ll watch since at least I won’t have to do it again. I wonder if Sasha really believes everything he has been saying this season? Obviously he’s not going to say anything bad about her, but I wonder how much he really believes it, you know? I mean, she seems to be a perfectly pleasant person on the show if I didn’t know any better. She’s definitely a good dancer and I could really appreciate that if she was, you know, not her. If I didn’t have to spend every week hearing how I am falling in love with her and giving her a second chance. I liked the dance just fine. It was pretty enough. Still choosing to assume she’s third?! Actually, my mom looked at the results ahead (she always does unless I’m watching with her and make her wait with me!) and said they don’t announce second and third, but just first?

Bruno saying we got robbed of a Josh and Sharna Argentine tango YESSSS. COULD YOU IMAGINE?! It’s the finale and his first time doing ballroom?! Stupid. Idiotic four week season. I thought the dance was perfectly beautiful. He looked just a little like heavy on his feet? I don’t know. I’m no expert. But I also don’t really care at this point. It’s all over anyways. We got so deprived not having him on a 10 week season. He could have kept getting better and better every single week and him and Sharna clearly have a great relationship and partnership we have not had a chance to enjoy! (I got all hot and bothered at the start of their dance thinking about the way James and Sharna started their fusion dance holding hands. Sigh.) I spy Chris behind Erin! Hi Chris. I’ve missed your beautiful face since last week. Why is Sharna flipping the fuck out like their 9s are 12s?!

Adam and Jenna genuinely have one of the best (and one of my favorite!) partnerships I’ve ever seen on this show in 26 long seasons. I’m truly obsessed with how much they love each other. (I see Anna Trebunskaya behind the judges! Long time no see!) That dance was so fantastically creative of course. It was fantastic and fun and technically beautiful and all that good stuff. I personally thought the lip syncing was irritating, but I know that was part of it so I’ll let it slide. I would have liked some time to know exactly how these dances represented their journeys on the show. Particularly this one. Well shit. They love each other soooo much. Now I want them to win, too! If they do win, the strength and just pure beauty of their bond will make it worth it for me.

I thought I would like a short finale since there’s usually so much nonsense in those 2 hour finales, but this is TOO DAMN FAST! We’re halfway done already!

I cringe everytime Sasha and Tonya say that America has got them to where they are. Because is that really even true?! Obviously she’s been getting some votes since she’s here. I don’t pay that close attention to comments online, but even I know there’s 47 negative comments for every one positive one. Ok. So I’m a little like disoriented because honestly…? I think I kind of liked that?!?!?! I’m pretty sure there was a little section where she went out of sync near the end with her hands. (Carrie Ann! Go put your ass back in your chair!) I figured they would have gone for something dramatic and emotional and I appreciate they didn’t. Honestly, it really worked for her! It was a celebration of her (not that she deserves to be celebrated), which is what the freestyle is supposed to be… I definitely don’t like her (or Sasha) anymore than I did 32 minutes ago. But I didn’t hate that dance.

Um…. Hi Sharna?! Which one of them am I supposed to look at dressed like that in this dance?! Him throwing her over his shoulder and running out of the studio in their package was epic. I have so much to say and not enough time to say it! That was sooooo perfect for them!!! Sharna is absolutely brilliant. And you know what? Sharna comes out looking like that, but I NEVER took my eyes off Josh. (YES CARRIE ANN PRAISING SHARNA! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF YOUR CHAIR AND HUG SHARNA IF YOU LOVE HER SO MUCH!) (Wait why is Artem coming?! Now I know! OMG!) Ok. Back to the dance. Spectacularly creative and brilliant and so powerfully executed. Highlighted and represented Josh soooo well and the all the troupe and others added to the dance and didn’t pull away the attention from Josh. And as emotionally attached to James and Sharna and some of the dances they did together (like their fusion I’ve now mentioned twice tonight, but I’ve moved on…), I think I agree with Carrie Ann! That might be the most incredible and creative choreography we’ve seen from Sharna to date! That was just everything I wanted and more. It wasn’t emotional and heart-wrenching like James’ freestyle. It was strong and powerful and impactful like Josh. Just perfect for him. Sharna did him justice for sure. (My mom on this dance: “Wow!! But she needs to stay out of my closet!) OOH! I knew there was something else! When he lifted her above his head and then threw her higher and DROPPED HIS ARMS before reaching up to catch her?!?!?! That almost killed me. She has so much trust in him. I’m in love.

Briefly on Adam and Jenna’s freestyle because it’s 8:52 and my fingers are shaking as I try to type: 1) The fuck did I just watch?! 2) There wasn’t like… dancing? I mean, it’s a freestyle they can do whatever they want. But I didn’t see dancing? 3) I think this freestyle is a little ahead of its time. Like when Erin and Maks did the very first contemporary freestyle way back in season 10 and the judges didn’t really know what to do with it. That’s how I kind of feel about this. Like I don’t really know what to do with this. 4) I appreciate that he wanted something he felt was meaningful and represented him and obviously I’m not him so I don’t know… But like if you had given me a million guesses on what their freestyle would be like knowing that it represented him, I never would have got to this. It was a let down for me.

I had to go to the bathroom during the commercial so I didn’t wet myself waiting the last six minutes…

I DON’T WANT TO SEE A LAST DANCE FROM ALL OUR COUPLES!!! I NEED TO KNOW WHO WINS!!!

Oh dear. I think I’ve stopped breathing. Here we go. If they really are just announcing 1st and don’t announce 3rd, I might pass out.

Here it comes. It’s happening…

Well…. I knew that was coming. It’s a good thing I was such a big fan of them. Honestly, I’m not even that disappointed for Josh and Sharna. I thought I would be, but I’m really not. I mean, yes… Here’s yet another season of Sharna getting second place. But as a couple/partnership/duo/whatever, I did like Adam and Jenna more than Josh and Sharna. I really felt Adam and Jenna’s relationship tonight (and every night obviously) especially in their first dance and after it. And Jenna absolutely lost her shit. I’m so so so happy for her. And Adam. And her and Adam together. And only a little sad for Sharna. Not nearly as sad as I thought I would be. Maybe I’m growing…?!

It’s now 9:28 and I’m just sitting here on my couch and I keep smiling and saying, “Oh, I’m just really happy for them!”

I think I would have been considerably more inconsolable if Josh and Sharna had actually won. 

[fandomaniac-writer]

It’s Always Been You - Part 2

Summary: You are called to come pick up Isaac when he gets too drunk on a guy’s night out. (Also the reader lives at the loft with Derek. They can be his sibling or just another werewolf he grew up being close with. It’s up to you!)

Ship: Isaac Lahey x gender-neutral!Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Some Minor Implications/References to mature themes

A/N: Soooo I may or may not have gone ahead and written part 2. School was cancelled because of a snowstorm today and I needed something to do other than stress about school. Also, thank you to those who shown interest in my writing by liking, following, or replying to my posts! Enjoy!

The next morning, you woke up early in order to do some research. A new pack had entered Beacon Hills, and your pack was attempting to figure out what creatures theirs consisted of, as well as whether or not they posed a threat.

A few hours into your work, around 10:30 A.M, Isaac came slowly down the stairs and walked over to the couch. He plopped down beside you, dragging a hand over his face and groaning. 

“Well, look who it is,” you teased, earning a light chuckle from him in return.

You then slid a glass of water towards him, which he silently accepted and quickly downed, finishing with a sigh. He leaned back, laying sideways on the sofa, his legs pointing towards you. You returned to your work, until Isaac spoke again a few minutes later.

“Hey, about last night-”

“Don’t worry about it,” you dismiss with a shrug.

“No, that’s- that’s not it, Y/N. I’m not saying sorry.” His tone had taken a more serious mood, and he sat up. Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned to look at him. He realized how what he said may have come across wrong, so he began again, a bit more cautiously.

“Well, I am.” He pauses. “But that’s not what I really wanted to say.”

Suddenly you were aware of how close he was to you, as well as the noise of his heart’s speedy thumping within his chest. In turn, you felt your own heartbeat pick up and you swallowed nervously. Breaking eye contact, you looked down at your hands in your lap.

“Isaac, I-”

“I remember the things I said to you last night, Y/N,” he interrupted. “And I just....wanted to ask you something.” He stopped there, and swallowed.

You nodded gingerly, still refusing to make eye contact for fear of looking up and finding that he was insincere.

“Sure,” you croaked out nervously, as he shifted on the couch so that his body was facing yours. You mimicked him, your knees touching his. Now he was leaning even closer to you, but you didn’t back away. With the gentlest touch you could have imagined, he reached out and took your hand, holding it in his lap. He started to trace patterns over your skin with his fingers, something he has always done with you. It was a way of comforting each other when you guys were nervous or stressed, or needed reassurance. 

It’s a simple, familiar gesture that calmed you and reminded you that no matter what happened, he was the same Isaac he’s always been, though there seemed to be more meaning behind it today. Today, it sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. 

Finally, he interlocked his fingers with yours and you felt his gaze on you. You allowed your own eyes to meet his, before he took a deep breath and spoke again.

“Can I kiss you?”

Briefly, you scanned his expression for signs of a trick. There was still that part of you that always put up walls when it came to love, afraid of heartbreak in the end. But this was different. This was Isaac. You trusted him with everything, with your life, and there was a vulnerability to him that he didn’t allow you to see very often, showing you that he trusted you all the same.

You gradually lean in to him, pausing just before you touch. Your mouth curves into the tiniest bit of a smirk. 

“Just kiss me?” you taunt and his eyes open to look at you, a look of shock plastered across his face. You watched his eyes flash gold briefly at your teasing, and you let out a short laugh, shaking your head once and finally closing the distance.

The kiss was short and gentle, but full of affection and a need for each other. Once you broke the kiss, you remained touching. You each held one of the other’s hands in yours, your other hand cupping the side of his face. His free hand held your arm there, not wanting you to move away. He looked truly happy in that moment, and you wanted to cherish it.

“I can’t figure out,” he started, “why, out of all the guys you could have, you would choose me.”

You leaned into him, touching your forehead to his. “Because, it’s you, Isaac. It’s always been you.”

He grinned brightly at your use of his words from the previous night. He removed his hands from their current places, and put them on your hips to pull you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours once again. 

The feeling was indescribable. It was perfect, slow, bursting with emotion, but so much more. It was imperfect; he still had morning breath and he smelled like booze and sweat from the night before. But it was him, and you, and nothing else mattered in that moment.

That was, until you heard the loft door slide open.

Startled, you and Isaac jumped up and away from each other. Having been the one with your back to the entrance, you whipped around to see Malia staring at you two from the doorway. You gulped, realizing that you could hear the rest of the pack not far behind. 

“Hey, Mal,” you said, attempting to act natural as Isaac reached up to scratch the back of his head and nodded once to greet her. She noticed the awkwardness of how Isaac and you were just standing in front of the couch, and her face scrunched.

“Hey,” she replied cautiously. “What are you guys up t-....oh.” She cut off. With your combined anxiety, disheveled appearance (Isaac had had to suddenly re-adjust his shirt when she showed up), and probably the scent of your pheromones, she was able to put the pieces together.

“Ohhh,” she repeated as it sunk in. She turned her head in order to yell out to the rest of the pack before they could reach the loft. “Guys, turn around! I think they’re about to fuck!”

“Malia!” you hissed at her blatant command.

“Sorry guys, don’t mind me! Just, uh, just get back to doing what you were doing. Bye!” She slammed the loft door shut again and you heard her footsteps as she hurried away. You also managed to catch her telling Scott that he owed her ten bucks as the noises from the rest of the pack became more distant.

You turned to Isaac defeated, whose face was red as he shook with stifled laughter. It was too much for him, and he suddenly burst out in howls of laughter, causing you to join in at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“I better go get them,” you told Isaac once you had sufficiently calmed down, and you jogged out to stop them from leaving. Isaac watched you go, wearing a permanent smile because he had the knowledge that the girl of his dreams was finally on the way to being his.

A/N: Yay! Part 2! I actually am kind of happy with how this turned out, since the pack finding them was kind of a last-minute decision. I could continue this if you guys are enjoying, maybe with a bit more sexual content? Like teasing and innuendos and stuff? I don’t know. Anyways, as usual, feedback is always appreciated! Send me some requests too please :)

[survivor-mountmerapi]

Ep. 4: “There is no reason for me to extend an olive branch.” - Raffy

Pietro

I CANT BELIEVE ME AND JULIA SURVIVED THIS TRIBAL LMAO. They made a really big mistake cause I have no plans on staying loyal to anyone besides Julia.

I told Dylan before the tribal that Ellie and Raffy were asking me to vote for Steven hoping that an idol would be misplayed on Steven. But sadly, it looks like those 2 didnt have an idol. So I'm pretty sure the idol is between Raffy and Ellie.

Raffy

Tribal Summary: Steven and Dylan started an alliance with Pietro and Julia. I started an alliance with Pietro, Julia, and Ellie. I think I got to Pietro and Julia first with my social charm and that helped solidify them on my side. In fact, Pietro started a trio alliance with Ellie and I really early in the morning. That was the key factor in making Pietro trust me over Dylan and Steven. I spent the day anxiously deciding whether I should use the idol on myself. An hour before tribal, I told Julia about my idol out of panic to get her to trust me over. That trust was rewarded with her telling me that she has an idol. Now, this duo has two idols which should help in a swap scenario and help us dominate the game. 30 minutes before tribal, I got on an alliance call with Julia, Pietro, and Ellie. This really solidified things as we all bonded over our anxiety. I told Dylan I was voting them which prompted Dylan to message Pietro about switching the vote to Ellie. We let Pietro say what he wanted to and we were debating on letting them think the Dylan vote was a ruse so they would misplay an idol on Steven. At tribal, I just do what I did best and just... started something. The moments before the call for idols, I was salivating wondering if I should use it. However, since Dylan told Pietro that they switched it to Ellie, I decided not to. It was the right call as Dylan went home.

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7irG9mHptg

DeNara

Well Julia from the Winners tribe used the confessional "gotta shoot to score" for voting out Dylan. She basically just wrote her name on that since James and I both automatically knew it was her 🤣

Julia

Alright so last night before tribal Raffy told me he has an idol and honestly that’s kind of wild I can’t believe he told me

Julia

Anyways super happy I survived that round. I’m glad I could solidly trust with that group. I’m hoping we don’t lose again because I genuinely don’t want to vote out Steven. I think if we lose I might want to get Pietro to flip with me to Steven to vote out Ellie who knows

James

It's the morning of day 8 and I done screwed up. As I do ever morning, I went idol hunting. Today, I decided to explore a new route. Well, that route got me a nice nap and Jay telling the tribe that I went idol hunting. I don't think this will screw me too much though. Everyone's looking for idols at this point, so I'm not doing anything the rest aren't doing I just got caught. Also, I think the relationships I've built over the past week are strong enough to get me through this. If people want to know where I've been, then I'll tell them. I think being super honest sometimes can be a good thing in this game. This is one of those times where being super honest could be beneficial. We shall see.

Elle

DYLAN'S GONE THIS IS TRAGIC I'm so shook I thought Raffy was trying to self destruct so I wasn't even really considering the different ways it could go- it really surprised me!! Anyway, feeling good about this round! Me, Nicholas, and DeNara are going to do the story challenge and I think it'll turn out really well! I should probably find a notepad since I'm going first lol 😅

Rachel

I'm so nervous!! I am so proud of our tribe and the work we put in today. We spend such a long time getting the facts right and knowing what to expect. This was definitely a challenging one, but I'm glad it is finally over and glad we all finished with a decent score!  

Julia

The way I’m going to die if we lose tonight because I’m genuinely afraid raffy and Ellie will flip on me

Madi

another chaotic confessional from last night https://drive.google.com/file/d/1wwsMryFNMpmAPa2q0e4__BHv9SYnhCwW/view?usp=drivesdk

Julia

IM GOING TO SCREAM BEHAIZJSJWKSBZNS

James

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EGa8qKaccE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_adMqcWrKw0

Raffy

Time to be boring. With the alliance "Murder of Crows" (Pietro, Ellie, Julia, and I), this tribal council should be easy. Steven is going to get the boot. There is no reason for me to extend an olive branch and risk my position in the game. Going into a swap, we need to be tribe strong which means we need to get rid of any loose ends. That means Steven just has to go. I wanted to work with Steven this time around, but it seems like things didn't end up working out that way. I hope the newbies are happy for my sacrifice and will go to me if they're able to.

Elle

I... AM SO HAPPY :DDDD 🎉🎉🎉 WE WONNNN the amount of serotonin I received at hearing the news, it was wonderful. This is the most happy emotions in one day I've felt in like... months lol (granted I did dye my hair today and it looks so good ❤️ so it's just a happy day for me ^_^). about the challenge though! DeNara and Nicholas did so well, DeNara crushed those dates✨ and they both remembered basically everything if I had written 97.86% instead of 98.6, written down that Indonese was the official language (which I heard but didnt write down and so I forgot to tell DeNara), and gotten better notes during the myths (that was the hardest part for me for some reason - missed the names and I wrote creator instead of Kraton :((( ) we could've really crushed it. Also I misheard India sanskrit as as Indo- so I thought it was Indonesian sanskrit D: Okay sorry in school I was taught to list my mistakes and the right answers out loud so that I could get it right the next time and so it came out here 😅. I know we won technically but I'm just like this now lol. I'm glad the newbies get a break from tribals ❤️ and woah we haven't lost a challenge yet! Go warriors ^_^ (Oh and P.S. I did a really good job taking notes >:) I'm forcing myself to say that because I don't want to only focus on what I could've done better- I did good mostly! So I shouldn't just focus on what I did wrong lol)

Gian

Well hello! We’re safe. Let’s take a moment to celebrate that. Wig. Literally wig.

DeNara

Yesssss we destroyed that challenge! Woot woot! Another winner bites the dust

DeNara

My strategy of letting other people lead the way has worked well so far. The things that I want to have happen are happening and now I am in an alliance of 4!

Steven

https://youtu.be/YpHmEsTdJ2g

James

It's the morning of day 9. Last night, I formed The Four Musketeers aka The Four with Nick, Elle, DeNara, and myself. I don't care what we call the alliance, I just care that I'm in it. We spent last night trying to figure out if we should work with newbies, in the event of the swap, to knock out the winners. That could be a good move short term, but long term I don't know if that's our best move. Once the winners are gone, then the warriors become the biggest threats. We'll see what happens, but it's something to think about. This morning I went idol hunting and got a 10% disadvantage. I told DeNara exactly where I went and what I got. We've been sharing idol hunt info since Day 1 and I want to continue sharing. Knowledge is power in this game. I also hinted to Nick of where to not look. He wants to share knowledge about the idol hunt and I want to as well. I see sharing that piece of info with him as a way to solidify trust and give me another close ally, in the event a swap splits up DeNara and me. DeNara doesn't know that I hinted to Nick of where to not look. DeNara and I agreed to tell the other musketeers about where to not look if we don't swap at 14. If we do swap, then we'll reveal our info to whomever we up end on a swapped tribe with in order to solidify relationships.

DeNara

I got a 10% disadvantage this morning and so did James, rip the dream. We are not going to tell anyone until we know if there is a swap or not. I am hoping this doesn't mess up my game.

Moth

I’m happy we are not going to tribal but I’m stressed out about my activity, I don’t wanna be targeted for not pulling my weight

Ellie

It sucks to see an easy vote but this early in the game it feels like sending Steven home is the best decision I can make

Gian

Winning the challenge by such a small margin is so scary. Makes me wonder how much of our challenge availability is really worthwhile. Hope the swap is near or something!

Nicholas McQuain

I’m happy we won again and that the winners are going to tribal. I think we are in a good position and hopefully tribe swap doesn’t mess that up. I feel like I’m the only person on my tribe that actually wants the winners to stay in the game

Ginny

We sent the winners to tribal once again this is the best thing ever lol

Pietro

Soooo, I want to flip on Ellie and Raffy lol. In my opinion they are the strongest players of the season and if there is an opportunity to get one of them out I'm all for it! However I feel like one of them have an idol so we must take care on every single thing that we say, cause if it looks suspicious, Raffy is playing an idol ~ cause in my mind he has one.

Anastasia

I'm so happy we won!!! My tribe is really good at comps thankfully so I can sit back and relax. I do know I'm doing the least for my team so I do need to show my team that I can contribute too. If we lose the next immunity challenge I should be really worried.

Julia

Sooooo if everyone is telling me the truth it looks like me and Pietro are flipping it tonight to vote out Ellie. Steven and Pietro kind of wanted to go raffy but genuinely I want raffy to stay more. Idk I’m terrified. I’m worried there might not be a swap but instead there’s going to be a double tribal and in that case we’re fucked if we lose because raffy has an idol but who knows. I’m just hoping tonight goes to plan and if not voting raffy is what causes me to lose this game or fucks me over later on then so be it. High risk high reward baby

Steven

https://youtu.be/N-gAbACXOZ8

[writing-yj]

can i ask you to answer all 0-61, i just really love your writing and wanna know everything about you sorry

This WILL be deleted later, honestly, but here goes... Some personal info. ones are not on here, for obvious reasons.0: Height?5'3 (In my mind, I'm 5'4, leave me alone2: Shoe size?My feet can fit in many different sized shoes, so I have no idea3: Do you smoke?Fuck no4: Do you drink?Not alcohol5: Do you take drugs?Prescribed medication, if that's what you're asking7: Have tattoos?Not yet9: Got any piercings?Just ears10: Want any piercings?Not sure if I want any others yet11: Best friend?I don't use this label so I don't offend anyone or they get weirded out12: Relationship statusI've been single for three years, my boyfriend is fictional 13: Biggest turn onsI trust very few people with this information14: Biggest turn offsBody odor, risk getting caught in public, you know what I have too many to list and I don't feel like going through all of them, soooo15: Favorite movieThis makes me think too hard16: I’ll love you if...I don't even know what real love is supposed to be like in a romantic sense. So I have no idea what will make me truly love someone.17: Someone you missMy friends from camp, my guinea pig that passed away earlier this year, my aunt who passed away from breast cancer, and a friend I grew up with that passed away from Batten Disease.18: Most traumatic experienceI mean, I was bullied a LOT in my younger years and my mom used to yell at me a lot more than she does now. And there was a fight at my school and this girl got hurt REALLY bad and she was screaming out of pain. I couldn't get the sound of it out of my head for days and I had nightmares.20: What I hate most about myselfBITCH, I HAVE A LONG LIST TO CHOOSE FROM AND I AM NOT CHOOSING NOW22: What I want to be when I get olderI wanna be a vet tech!23: My relationship with my sibling(s)Sometimes it's iffy (I want to deck my brother at least half the time I'm around him), I know for a fact that my twin is somewhat two-faced; a seemingly kind and straight A student who hardly ever does something wrong, but she can be completely different and downright mean behind my back/closed doors. I like me older sister, there's nothing wrong about my relationship with her.24: My relationship with my parent(s)I get along with my dad a hell of a lot more than my mom. He is waaayyy less strict than she is on almost everything. Yeah, I love my mom, but things can be tense between us. I try my best not to get an attitude, but it's hard to when she's the one swearing at us to do things or to scold us, and it's hard when she's so unnecessarily strict!25: My idea of a perfect dateMaybe a dinner date where it's not super busy, maybe just eating/hanging out at each others' houses. Definitely NOT somewhere crowded, like the fair or circus. And I wouldn't like to go to the movies either; I want to be able to talk to him.26: My biggest pet peevesNew paragraphs not being started whenever a new person talks or when there's a subject change, waking up early (if you're not a parent or an adult, wake me up early and you DIE), being forced to eat a meal when I'm not hungry, loud noises, and many more.27: A description of the girl/boy I likeI actually don't have a crush irl right now. Not really a dedicated celebrity crush, either. Does Nightwing count? 😂💖28: A description of the person I dislike the mostI dislike so many people, I can't decide29: A reason I’ve lied to a friendI don't want to bother them with my emotions, I don't want to bother them in general, or I just have a secret I want to keep to myself.30: What I hate the most about work/schoolGetting up early, learning things I know I won't need, and homework.31: What my last text message says"Okay😊"32: What words upset me the most"Shut up", "You're fat", and "Why can't you stop being weird for once?".33: What words make me feel the best about myself"You're a great friend", "I trust you", and "You're an amazing person, Ren"34: What I find attractive in womenI can't say that I'm attracted to women35: What I find attractive in menSharp jawline, eyes, hands, neck/collarbone, handsome face, etc. I am attracted to many handsome men.36: Where I would like to liveSomewhere WARM, DAMMIT37: One of my insecuritiesI am constantly insecure about my weight. In an unhealthy, almost obsessive way.38: My childhood career choiceTeacher or vet.39: My favorite ice cream flavorDon't ask me this, not today!40: Who I wish I could beSome rich woman who has plenty of time to write and money to use for useful purposes41: Where I want to be right nowWith one of my very close friends42: The last thing I ateI can't remember? Bad memory.43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediatelyNIGHTWING44: A random fact about anythingI love writing angst, I wish I had the ability to write smut, and male betta fish will kill the female betta fish if she won't mate with him.45: One of my best featuresUm, I can be funny and I have great eyelashes?46: SexualityStraight/Heterosexual47: Got any hobbies?I do; I like drawing, painting, video games, WRITING (obviously), talking about super heroes, and getting/giving physical affection other than hugs.48: Favourite clothing storesI don't go to specific clothing stores... Mostly just Walmart and online shopping49: Where I would like to studyQuiet library or with a friend50: What's stressing you at the moment?School, I'll be able to drive again in January (I had a seizure in July and you can't drive for six months after a seizure), my room is a mess, I can't get on my laptop until Sunday (I got an attitude with mom 😒), two of my guinea pigs are sick, I really wanna hang out with friends, my fish tank needs clean, I have around thirty requests and imagines I still need to write, and more.51: Favourite music genresI'm all over the place with music52: Worst thing a friend has done to meDated my crush when she knew damn well that I liked him. And one friend shocked me with a dog collar, which is BAD because I have a pacemaker.53: Favourite subjects at schoolHistory and my art classes. And orchestra class, if that counts.54: Perfect guy/girlDick Grayson. Someone like him. Or someone funny, handsome, kind/caring, and will not use me mainly for sexual purposes.55: Something no-one I know IRL knows about meI still stress the hell out about my weight56: Happiest memoryI have many happy memories, which one?59: Best advice someone has given you"The heart must first pump blood to itself" and "Don't throw the first punch, but you sure as hell throw the second"60: Books you recommend"The Vampire Stalker"61: Movies you recommendThe Purge, Disney's Princess and the Frog, Pacific Rim, Son of Batman, Batman VS Robin, and Batman Begins.

[bobby-singers-library]

A Whirlwind Romance Chapter 5

A/N Read the other chapters here; chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4

Bobby stared at Jo with his eyes narrowed, “You...YOU want time off? You've never asked for a day off in your life.” he groused at her.

“Yeah well, now my boyfriend wants to whisk me away to London for the weekend, soooo I need a couple days off.” Jo raised her eyebrows at him, “If it makes it any easier we were thinking about bringing you home a couple of books?” she weedled while giving him a big smile.

He gave her a considering look, “I'll send Crowley a list of the books I'm looking for. Are you going to tell your mama that you're fleeing the country?” he grumbled.

Jo puckered her lips and glared at him, “I'm not fleeing, we'll be back on Sunday. I could send her an email from the plane? Would that count?”

“Yeah, if you're a chicken shit.” he glared back at her, “You know if you don't tell her, I'm gonna be the one who gets hell? She thinks we are in cahoots, she informed me that I wasn't your father and that I shouldn't know more about your life then she does. It was not a comfortable conversation, luckily Bill took the phone from her before she could really get going, but it was enough, believe me.” He gave her a tired look.

“Ah fuck Bobby, I'm so sorry. When we get back I'll just bring him for family dinner and end this. At least that way she will yell at us and leave you alone. I really don't understand what's going on with her lately.” Jo said in a contrite voice. She couldn't believe her mother was talking to Bobby this way, they had been friends since before her parents had been married.

“You don't understand? She thinks she's loosing you Joanna. She is panicked and lashing out, I don't think she knows what else to do. I tried to tell her that her own attitude is a big part of the problem but you can imagine where she told me stuff my opinions.” he pulled off his hat and ran a hand over his head before cramming the dirty thing back on his head, “She keeps saying 'this Crowley person' is leading you astray. I tried to tell her that wasn't true either, but you know Ellen.”

“Crap. This is just great. I just wanted us to be a couple for awhile and get to know each other without the rest of my family butting in.” Jo sighed. “Was that really so selfish?” she asked him with a sad look.

“No, I don't think it was. You've had bad luck with introducing people to this crazy ass family of ours, but I think Crowley can handle it. He seems like enough of an asshole to fit in perfectly. I bet  Dean's gonna hate him though. You know how he is.”

Jo snorted out a laugh, “Yeah, he's gonna think Crowley's talking down to him.” She rolled her eyes.

“My thoughts exactly. Look, just tell Ellen where you're going, and tell her you're gonna bring him for dinner the next week. I wouldn't tell her until you are about ready to go though, as soon as she finds out you are leaving the country she will try and stop you.” He threw her a wink.

Jo threw back her head and laughed, “You bet your ass she would try and stop me. Why do you think I haven't got to use my passport yet? She doesn't want me to fly. She's sure the plane'll crash.” Jo shook her head, Ellen was the pentacle of the worrying mother.

Bobby patted her shoulder, “You go and have a great time, Jo Jo. But don't forget my books.” He walked out of her office and headed back to the garage.

Jo laughed to herself and sat down at her desk. She had a lot of work to do if she was taking Thursday and Friday off. She shot Crowley a text letting him know she got time off and to expect a book list from Bobby.

The week went by super fast and very slow at the same time. Jo packed her bag at least three different times. Before she knew it, it was Thursday morning. She and Crowley were in his car and heading towards the airport, Jo had her phone out trying to psych herself up to call her mom. Crowley had one hand on her knee as he drove, but didn't comment. He knew it was a tough situation for her.

She finally just hit the button to call her mom and put the phone to her ear, Ellen answered on the second ring, “Well, this is a surprise. You haven't called me in weeks Joanna Beth.” said Ellen as a greeting.

“Hey mom, yeah well, things have been kinda strained, haven't they? I didn't think you would want to hear what I had to say. But I needed to talk to you, I certainly didn't want you yelling at poor Bobby again when he knows something you don't.”

“He shouldn't know anything before I do Joanna. It's not his place, if you would just talk to me instead of everyone else.”

“Mom, that's not what's going on and you know it. He's my boss, and he's Crowley's friend as well. And you would know plenty if I didn't feel like you were going to be confrontational every time I did try to share something with you.”

“I just don't understand why everything has to be so secretive with you. I'm assuming you have something to say to me if you actually took time to call me.” Ellen sighed.

“Yeah, I do. I am currently on my way to the airport, Crowley and I are heading to London so I can meet his family.” Jo waited for her mothers reaction, but there was silence on the other end of the phone, she pulled the phone away from her face to make sure it hadn't disconnected. It wasn't so she brought it back to her face. “Mom? Are you still there?”

Jo jerked the phone away from her face when her Mom started screaming on the other end. Crowley shot her an alarmed look at the sounds coming out of the phone. “MOM, mom! Oh my god, calm down! Just listen!” Jo waited for Ellen to quiet down, “It's only for three days mom, and next weekend I'll bring Crowley over to family dinner so all of you can meet him.”

Ellen was silent for a few more seconds, “Joanna, you bring him this weekend, I don't want you getting on a plane. It's dangerous.” Ellen said in a stern voice.

“Sorry mom, we are already at the airport. I'm going. I love you, and I'll see you next week.”

“Joann Beth Harvelle you better not hang up, we are not done.”

“Bye Mom.” Jo hung up the phone even though she could hear her mom cussing.

“Well that was stressful and I wasn't even on the phone,” remarked Crowley as he parked the car.

“Yeah, no shit.” Jo's phone started buzzing, it was her Mom calling back. Jo turned her phone off, and looked at Crowley, “Lets go, Crowley.” Jo grabbed her duffle bag out of the back seat while Crowley got his fancy roller suitcase out of the trunk.

The flight to England was pretty uneventful, they had a short layover in New York to change over to a bigger jet. At first Jo was surprised to find out they were flying first class, then she realized it had probably never occurred to Crowley to fly any other way. By the time they made it to England it was 1 AM the next morning. There was a chauffeured Rolls-Royce waiting for them at the airport, Jo was so tired she barely noticed the drive to the more rural outskirts of the city as she was mostly asleep on Crowley's shoulder. When they pulled up to the ivy covered front entrance Crowley shook her awake. His father was waiting at the door with a smile. Crowley was surprised, he assumed that everyone would be asleep.

Crowley helped Jo from the car while the chauffeur pulled their bags out of the trunk. Crowley had his arm around Jo's waist as she looked around bleary eyed. “Father, you didn't have to wait up.” Crowley smiled at the older man.

“It was no trouble, I had a conference call out of country so I was going to be up late anyway.” he clapped Crowley on the shoulder, “Now, who is this lovely young lady?” He extended his hand towards Jo.

Jo reached out to shake his hand while Crowley introduced them, “Father, this is Joanna Beth Harvelle. Jo this is my father, Roderick Crowley.”

“Nice to meet you, sir.” smiled Jo.

“And you as well, my dear. Welcome to Park Hall Manor. You look exhausted, Crowley take her to bed. I made sure your room was aired out today and ready for your stay.”

“Thank you Father, just have someone leave our bags outside my door would you?” replied Crowley as he started to lead Jo into the house.

“Of course, son.” Roderick waved them away with a smile.

Crowley led Jo up the center staircase then took a left towards the family wing of the house.

“This place is fucking huge.” Jo muttered to him sleepily.

Crowley chucked, “It's not as big as some.”

Jo snorted. This was the biggest house she had ever been in. Crowley led them into a large bedroom, unlike the penthouse in Nebraska, this room was definitely Crowley's, there were swords mounted to the walls, as well as family pictures. Jo wanted to look around more but the bed looked so good. She pulled away from Crowley and flopped face first onto it. She could hear Crowley laugh at her but ignored it.

Crowley sighed and started pulling off her boots. She grumbled but turned over to watch him. He dumped the boots on the floor, then started on the rest of her clothes, when she was down to her panties she tried to crawl under the covers but Crowley made her put on one of his shirts first.

“Why?” she grumbled some more.

“You'll be thankful to have something on when my son runs in here to get in bed with us in the morning.” he laughed. Jo sighed and buttoned the shirt on before promptly pulling the covers over her head and closing her eyes. Crowley just shook his head, put on some pajama bottoms, and joined her in bed. She murmured happily when he pulled her close, her head resting on his chest. They were asleep in minutes.

A/N Here is a picture of Park Hall (Manor) It is a real place in England, I borrowed if for Crowley :) ALSO you can read this story on my AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/series/830193

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Morning Pages No. 64

Thursday 28th August - 10:09am

Yeah, I know I missed the #64 on the 27th that I was so excited for on Wednesday, but I was lenient with myself because of work and Dinel’s extra essay lesson last night. Yesterday was just a busy day and Sarah even said that Day 10 should be a rest day. Even so, Day 10 wasn’t even yesterday, but I feel like I was right to give myself a break anyway. That, and I had the hiccups three freaking times yesterday: once on a walk, once during my class with Dinel of all times, and then once after dinner. We had pizza for dinner last night, courtesy of my card. I just felt like ordering a pizza so we got Greenbrook and some of their chips too. Mate. The chips were nice. The bulk of it is still in the fridge so I’m looking forward to eating that later. I have to work on the website. That’s definitely my ‘I have to’ sentence for the week. I don’t know why I keep putting it off? The work I’ve done on it so far was let’s say about 2 hours worth, so that’s $100. And I’m seeing Julie next Wednesday, which will be the 2nd of September, so I’ll be able to get my invoice to her when I go see her too. I should get that invoice done before the meeting, I reckon. I might put some time aside to finalise the invoice on Tuesday. I don’t know why I’m expecting a lot from myself when it comes to the invoice too. I mean, why is it important whether or not I know how to make the invoice look pretty? It’s just an invoice, it’s totally back-end and functional, and it doesn’t need to reflect on my professionalism whatsoever. Julie’s probably never even seen a freelance communications consultant’s invoice before, so I can just do whatever I want. I’m going to use the agency’s template invoice of course, but how do you measure hours? Maybe I should look at my work invoice too, or even at Evan’s work invoice. Maybe one from when he was still working. 

I feel a bit badly for Lonzo right now, because we both just woke up and now we’re both doing our own thing. I’m a bit annoyed at Evan too because he’s just obsessed with all the fitness/training/Kelley Starrett stuff that he’s been doing, but it’s like HYPER mode over the past few days. And I’ve barely been able to hang out with him, and I hate it. Even now, I want to just chill and play Breath of the Wild for a bit and he’s in the other room glued to his laptop. And he’s stoned all the time. It’s irritating. 

So I just had a good cry in front of him and now he’s staring into space out the living room window. It’s interesting, a few days ago I remember saying we hadn’t had one of these fights where there are huge bouts of silence for a while, and here we are. I guess I jinxed it. I’m waiting for him to say something, but also I need to go about my day so I’m still typing as I wait. It’s probably a good idea to record this exact moment as it’s happening, right? Honestly probably not. I want to follow the ethos that life comes before art. If ever there is an opportunity to live over writing, that opportunity to live takes precedence. Fighting is living. This is a visceral portion of all relationships, and I should be present for it. But in my defence, so should he. And he’s not. He’s just staring out the window. I can stare at his face for a second or two at a time and I see the process of thoughts coming in and out of his mind, but that’s it. He’s made no effort to comfort me, which means that his stance is different to mine. He most likely thinks I’m being unreasonable. I hate that way he says ‘sorry’ like it’s an arbitrary sorry because he thinks that I want to hear that, but his tone is absolutely anything but. I don’t want to hear that ‘sorry’ right now. I hope I’m not waiting exclusively for that ‘sorry’, and zero closure.

Okay, so we did have closure. Evan spoke and the first thing he said was that I wasn’t in the wrong last night when I asked him to spend time with me and drop what he was doing. He acknowledged that I had a right to ask for some quality time knowing my schedule, and that he didn’t realise that last night was just one of those nights where I ‘needed it’. It’s normal, I have to keep reminding myself that it’s a normal thing for people to just need some quality time with their partner every now and then, because sometimes Evan can get SOOOO into whatever it is that he’s doing, and totally forget that I’m a secondary person to him, that I’m not just a part of him? I think it’s a [REDACTED] boys thing. Like his dad is just like this too, and from what Sarah’s told me, Mundell was just the same: always carving out their own space to ‘work’, to ‘develop’, and constantly prioritising that space over so many other facets of their life. I lucked out with Evan though. I’d say that of his father and brother and himself, Evan would have to be the most emotionally mature and open to change. I think it has something to do with the fact that he has witnessed the negative impacts of both his father and brother’s self-interested behaviour. 

I was just about to talk about Barney and Mundell’s habits, but then I checked my phone and noticed a missed call from my dad, so I called him back. We chatted about the house for a while and now he’s got me on hold because he’s received another call. So I’m taking this opportunity to type, and I’ve decided that I’m going to keep this entry to two pages. I feel like two pages is just so much more sustainable as a practice? And I have too much work to do today and my conversation with Evan has already shown that I’m a bit stressed. I mean two pages will take twenty minutes, and I think twenty minutes of mindfulness is still better than falling short of thirty minutes and then feeling bad about myself for not achieving my goal. And thirty minutes set aside each day for this practice is a bit of a tall ask for an adult with multiple other jobs and commitments. I’m too busy for this, and I don’t mind it. If I’m in need of more mindful time, I can meditate or do some yoga or something.

I found a video on Facebook that was essentially a handstand training guide through yoga poses. Basically, you work on one pose for a week each and the third pose is a soft handstand. I’m going to give it a go. I feel like I could handle a handstand pose if I just apply myself. I’m also keen to go for a bike ride, but I have a feeling it may be way too cold. And my main gripe with scheduling bike rides is knowing that I can’t take Lonzo too. Especially now. He’s just too boisterous, and I’d feel like I was always looking out for him. 

Thathi just answered the phone again, and he said we should schedule a trip to the mortgage broker’s. He sounded tired. I’m worried I spoke too much about myself, but I’m not sure what to speak to him about. I don’t know. I feel like a bad daughter. We didn’t even talk at all about my license. Ah. I don’t know what to do about feeling guilty about parents. The older you get, the more independent you become, and the less time you have to chat to your parents. I feel like we should do a family dinner thing, like Evan’s family. I’ve just sent a message to the brother and sister about maybe organising weekly family dinners after lockdown. I just feel so deprived of my family, I don’t like it. I haven’t seen my mum in so so so long. I know I have issues with ammi, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love her and want to talk to her. But I’m worried that so much time has eclipsed now that it’ll be impossible for us to chat without her getting emotional? I don’t know. I can’t really deal with other people’s emotions, I get uncomfortable. I think that’s my Asian upbringing having a bit of an influence on my adult self. I got that Asian level of oppression, yo. That cultural ish. 

Man, I’m already well into the third page, I think I’m just going to finish it off. Well, not well into it. I’d say about a quarter of the way there. I’m currently at 1520 words. Ah, I want to stop listing my word count midway through the doc all the time, but I am writing this out on Google Docs! It’s interesting, I just realised that whilst I do have Microsoft Word and I paid a pretty fucking penny for it, I still use Google Docs so much more? I suppose it’s just so much more convenient. Word is only really useful if the internet gives out, but now I’ve invested so much money in our internet, it’s not likely that our internet will ever give out for a long period of time anymore anyway. That being said, I’ve been finding the loading speeds to be abysmal on my phone. I feel like I should turn the modem and the nbn box off at the wall for a minute and let the whole system restart, that usually works.

Okay, I know I said that I was going to finish these pages off...I am, no I am. I can do this. I’m so close anyway, what’s another paragraph or two. I just know that I’m going to be doing a lot of work today and I feel like I’m not going to start on the website right after finishing this entry off because I’m going to follow a natural urge to give myself a break. But I’m not hungry, and I want to tell Evan about the contaminated water thing so that he doesn’t accidentally drink a full glass of water straight from the sink. He’s been drinking a lot of water lately. Good on him, right? Ugh, he’s going to get so much healthier than me if I don’t catch up soon. 

Both Nicky and Lonzo are asleep on the green couch next to me. Evan said he’d be keen to move the green couch into the TV room and I think I am too. It’d be nice to have the futon in a space where it actually fucking fits, and I think the green couch would look so nice with the Persian rug in that room now. It’d also be nice to have the futon set up in bed mode right under the big window we have in the living room, so that I can just lay there and read by the wide source of daylight. Ooh, this feels like such a great idea now. My only concern is that that futon is going to be really chilly for people who stay over now. At least in the other room it was in a confined space, but out here it’s going to be so drafty. It’s fine, I don’t see us having people over anytime soon anyway. I keep thinking about that time Steve and Mundell came over and Malith was here. They had a lot of fun with him, but I mean he’s a very accessible character. Fuck, I need to finish ‘Fleabag’. I’ll do that at work tomorrow? After Dominicana. It should be an easy read. But Ben is managing tomorrow and he’ll want to talk to me. He’s been wanting to talk to me more since his divorce, and I’ve been amenable to that. I just know he’s enjoying the social aspects of our working relationship. We’re both conversationalists, and he’s a joker like Sam. Just not as immersed in puns as Shepherd is.